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SCP-6363 | keter | Item#: 6363 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AIC NN-SN65KB has been programed to monitor social media sites and delete any instances of SCP-6363 it discovers. Any individuals unable to pass a memetic hazard resistance test above 90% are not permitted access to this file. Description: SCP-6363 refers to a series of images estimated to be Class-IV memetic hazards. When viewed, these images cause a compulsion effect forcing the viewer to share the image with others, typically through the use of an internet or by showing digital photographs to nearby subjects. It is currently unknown how many instances of SCP-6363 are currently in circulation, but it is estimated that over 50% of the global population has been exposed to an instance of SCP-6363 at some point. Numerous tests have been conducted to determine whether SCP-6363 has any other anomalous properties, but no conclusive results have been found outside the compulsion to share, and a mildly humorous response. While it is possible the humor response is a natural reaction to the image, the generally nonsensical nature of SCP-6363 has lead senior staff to the conclusion that this is connected to the main compulsion effect. Although the purpose of SCP-6363 is unknown, the extremely powerful memetic effect has lead the O5 council to believe it may have been created for malicious purposes. As such, knowledge pertaining to SCP-6363 has been restricted to Level 5/6363 clearance until further notice. Update: On 06/17/2021, a vote was held by the O5 council to approve the use of amnestic treatment for Foundation staff members exposed to SCP-6363. A transcript of this meeting as been recorded below. [BEGIN LOG] O5-1: Alright everyone, I trust you're all aware of the gravity of this situation. SCP-6363 has been spreading into our staff members uncontrollably, and seven has proposed the use of amnestics to stamp it out. O5-7: This plan currently only includes our staff, we don't have the resources to get SCP-6363 out of four billion people. O5-1: Of course it will also be performed alongside our current memetic resistance training. It'll be expensive doing both, but we can't just let SCP-6363 take everyone outside this council. Who knows what nefarious mind is behind this. O5-7: Or what they want from us. I mean, look at this. O5-7 presents an instance of SCP-6363 on a slideshow. The image depicts a polar bear emerging from a hole in the ice, with the caption "bonjour". O5-7: Based on the depiction of a large predator preparing to attack the viewer, I think it's clear that this was intended as a sign of aggression. We need to- O5-9: What the ████ are you guys doing? O5-1: Excuse me? O5-9: I've been on vacation for like, a week, and suddenly you boomers are calling memes an anomaly? O5-1: Nine, need I remind you just who you're talking to? O5-9: We're the same rank, One. Look, I get that it's hard for someone born in the eighteen eighties to understand what the kids are into these days, but I never thought you'd go this far. O5-2: Security! O5-9 must be infected with SCP-6363! O5-9: What? It's not an anomaly, it's just a thing people do for fun on the internet. O5-1: Fun? Since when is sending random pictures with nonsensical captions considered fun? Although you raise a good point about that internet thing, I've always had a hunch it was just a front for something paranormal. O5-9: Jesus Christ. O5-13: Yes? O5-7: I don't know what you're on about Nine, but I think it's clear you've been missing your memetic resistance training. O5-9: Look, I can prove this is all fake. Here, look at this picture. O5-9 shows the council his cellular phone, displaying an instance of SCP-6363. Luckily, the memetic resistance of all other members of the council protect them from the anomalous effects. O5-2: Security! [END LOG] Following this meeting, the council voted 12-1 to enact a mass amnesticization of all Foundation staff members exposed to SCP-6363. O5-9 has been forcibly placed under quarantine to prevent any future attempted infections of the council. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6363" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6363. Licensed under CC-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-6364 | neutralized | SCP-6364: ⬢Hexagons are the Bestagons!⬢ - Rewritten from Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6364 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6364's effects are no longer active and all known SCP-6364-1 instances have expired, active containment is limited to suppressing public knowledge of its occurrence. Additionally, Foundation web crawlers are to scan the Internet for criteria that meet possible new occurrences of SCP-6364 or related anomalies. Search efforts for PoI-82/6364 are ongoing. Show Archived Containment Procedures Hide Archived Containment Procedures To prevent the propagation of SCP-6364's effects, exactly 6 Heka-class Élan-Vital Energy (EVE).The fundamental energy governing thaumaturgy. Manipulation Devices, each placed in a different Foundation controlled or friendly location, are to perform a set of thaumaturgical algorithms at all times to virtually neutralize the spread of SCP-6364 universally. These devices are currently located at Site-19, Site-15, Site-06-3, Site-01, Site-███, and The Wanderer's Library. Early-stage SCP-6364-1 instances are to be given Class-C amnestics and monitored for a period of one month before being released. Late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances are to be kept at Site-94 until they expire of natural causes. A regular hexagon, the primary focus of SCP-6364 infection. Description: SCP-6364 is a memetic cognitohazard relating to the geometric concept of the hexagon, defined as a regular 6-sided geometric shape with the sum of interior angles equalling 720°. When a sapient being views SCP-6364-affected media, they have an approximately 0.2% chance to become an SCP-6364-1 instance. The factors affecting likelihood of becoming an SCP-6364-1 instance are unknown, but it has been observed to occur at rates upward of 5% among people who perceive hexagons on a regular basis, such as organic chemistry students and beekeepers. Early stage SCP-6364 infection is characterized by viewing hexagons as "perfect" shapes. At first, SCP-6364-1 instances will develop an aesthetic appreciation for the shape. After a period averaging three days, SCP-6364-1 instances will begin to modify their environment to be as close to a hexagon as possible. During this time, SCP-6364-1 instances will express anxiety when in a completely hexagon-less environment. However, exposure to large numbers of hexagons during this stage accelerates the progression of SCP-6364 infection. After an average of two weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances will progress to late-stage infection, which is characterized by a religious devotion to "The Six-Sided One", an entity consistently portrayed as a hexagon with a single human eye. Late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances will use hexagons as religious iconography, construct shrines dedicated to the Six-Sided One, and pray to it for guidance and instructions. It is unclear if the Six-Sided One actually exists; SCP-6364-1 instances who pray to it for guidance universally bemoan a lack of response but continue to wait for instructions. SCP-6364-1 instances become increasingly psychologically dependent on the Six-Sided One, and increasingly desperate to receive instructions. After an average of six weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances become unwilling or unable to do anything other than what is necessary for survival, prayer, and acts perceived to win the Six-Sided One's favor, up to and including human sacrifice. After an average of nine weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances cease performing any acts not dedicated to the Six-Sided One, including eating and drinking. All SCP-6364-1 instances have expired naturally due to neglect of basic needs by twelve weeks after infection. In the early stages, SCP-6364 can be treated by targeted amnestics and preventing exposure to hexagons. However, late-stage mental changes are irreversible. Addendum 6364.1: Discovery On 25/10/2020, the animated edutainment video Hexagons are the Bestagons was posted to YouTube by user "CGP Grey". The video itself is presently non-anomalous. However, it became the primary infection vector of SCP-6364 on 26/10/2020, when PoI-82/6364.The unidentified creator of SCP-6364. began performing an automated thaumaturgic ritual using an as-of-yet unlocated EVE-manipulating device to cause its effects. The Foundation did not note the anomalous properties of the video until 29/10/2020, by which time an estimated 700,000 people had been exposed to SCP-6364. The original video was removed from YouTube, but continued to act as an infection vector when reposted elsewhere. Foundation thaumatologists developed a means of counteracting SCP-6364's memetic effects, but discovered that the meme mutated in response to containment efforts. The above containment procedures were put into place in order to both neutralize SCP-6364's spread and automatically predict and account for adaptations. Grey and his associates proved to have no connection to the video's anomalous effects, and were amnesticized and released. The video was re-uploaded with no further complications on 3/11/2020. Addendum 6364.2: Investigation Provisional Task Force Zeta-6 "Black and White" was established to locate and contain SCP-6364-1 instances and discover the creator of SCP-6364, provisionally designated PoI-82/6364. Over 10,000 early-stage SCP-6364-1 instances were identified and amnesticized, while approximately 1,400 late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances were identified and transferred to Site-94. Below is an interview with Zoe Bennett, a late-stage SCP-6364-1 instance who had attempted to organize a communal gathering at her home in Albany, New York, prior to containment. Interviewed: SCP-6364-1/184 (Zoe Bennett) Interviewer: Dr. Liam Campbell [BEGIN LOG] INTERVIEWER: State your name for the record, please. SUBJECT: Zoe Bennett. INTERVIEWER: To begin, when was your first exposure to the hexagon meme? SUBJECT: Meme? Like a funny image? INTERVIEWER: No, I mean, when did you become so fixated on hexagons? What was the trigger? SUBJECT: Ah, my awakening. It was back in late October, when a YouTuber I watch posted a video about them. It really opened my eyes to their perfection, and how crude everything else is compared to them. It was honestly distressing, to realize how imperfect and weak everything is. INTERVIEWER: What happened next? SUBJECT: I wasn't in a great place for a while, because the world just seemed more wrong every day. But then I had a vision. I saw the unbreakable lattice of carbon in its forms, the endless perfection of a massive beehive. I found God in a snowflake, with six sides and a great lidless eye. It did not speak to me, but I know what it is and what it needs. INTERVIEWER: And the snowflake was the Six-Sided One you have spoken of? SUBJECT: Yes. INTERVIEWER: What, then, is the Six-Sided One? SUBJECT: Perfection itself, given geometric form. INTERVIEWER: What does it need? Has it spoken to you? SUBJECT: I don't claim to know its plans, but its will is for those of us blessed with its grace to achieve our own perfection and spread the word. We are its children, the divine servants of its perfect will. INTERVIEWER: What perfection do you need to achieve? SUBJECT: We must reject the gross imbalance of lesser shapes and materials, and embrace the purity of its shape and favored element wherever we can. INTERVIEWER: One of your fellow adherents wrote a manifesto about the superiority of carbon, is that the reason why? SUBJECT: Yes. Carbon's hexagonal bonds are strong and tessellate on and on. Such strength, such durability, such clean geometry! The weakness of everything else disgusts me. INTERVIEWER: You've mentioned that before, that everything besides hexagons is weak. Why is that? SUBJECT: The strength of steel is nothing to the certainty of carbon. I aspire to the purity of the blessed graphene. INTERVIEWER: I know graphene is strong, but blessed? SUBJECT: In the end, the divine materials favored by the Six-Sided One will protect us. Is such endurance and strength not something to aspire to, in your eyes? INTERVIEWER: Protect you from what? SUBJECT: The withering decay of the world. You will suffer the failures of the imperfect, but we will be saved. The Six-Sided One watches over us, though it does not speak to us. INTERVIEWER: Why doesn't it? Do you know why? SUBJECT: I wish I did. We are its loyal servants and soldiers, waiting for orders. I pray to it every day, but it only watches. Why doesn't it guide us? Why? INTERVIEWER: Does it actually hear your prayers? SUBJECT: I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it hears me. In my heart, I know it should be guiding us, but it is silent. That is why I need to purify myself, so that I will finally be a worthy instrument of its will. Silence except for scratching of pencil for several seconds. INTERVIEWER: This has been extremely informative, thank you. One final question: when will you know you're pure enough? How will its guidance come? SUBJECT: I— we will hear its voice and it will tell us what we must do to glorify it and survive as the end comes. INTERVIEWER: Thank you. [END LOG] Afterword: Given the subject's insistence that the Six-Sided One will guide the SCP-6364-1 instances to enact its will, I consider it probable that SCP-6364 is an attempt to create an army of brainwashed devotees. Why no orders have been given is unknown. Addendum 6364.3: Neutralization On 25/12/2020, SCP-6364 abruptly lost its memetic properties, although SCP-6364-1 instances remained infected. At 14:24, Dr. Alicia Hart, then-head of SCP-6364 containment, received an email from an unknown source, claiming responsibility for SCP-6364. The full email is attached below. To: Dr. Alicia Hart From: Subject: An apology Hello, Sorry about the whole "hexagon cult" thing. It turns out it was broken and didn't work the way I intended. The good news is: you managed to stop most of the cases! I think under 20,000 people were affected. Thanks for preventing a right shitshow of a misfire. The bad news: Because it didn't work as planned, the converts won't respond to commands and eventually forget how to eat. That wasn't supposed to happen, but I think it was tampered with. I'm still working on finding out who dared to sabotage me and how, but I stopped it completely now that I know the effects of the tampering. Thanks for handling it in the meantime. If I find out who did this, I'll give you a call. Yours truly, ⬡ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6364" by weiserthanyou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6364. Licensed under CC-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: Regular_polygon_6_annotated.svg Author: László Németh License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Regular_polygon_6_annotated.svg |
SCP-6365 | euclid | Item#: 6365 Level1 Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo An image of Greenback, New York taken four months after the anomaly manifested. Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to Greenback, New York are to be blocked off, and a 3 meter high carbon steel fence is to be installed around the perimeter of the town. Four guards from TF-Xi-6291 are to be stationed at the entrance of Greenback at all times, armed with amnestic agents in the event of a breach. All individuals entering Greenback must have a clearance level of at least three, a minimum Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV)2 of 10.0, and direct approval from the current lead researcher. Should TF-Xi-629 receive any notice of the anomaly spreading via SCP-6365-2, they are to become mobile and be dispatched to contain the anomaly. TF-Xi-629’s mobile assignment is to obtain any instances of SCP-6365-2 outside of Greenback and bring all occurrences of SCP-6365-2 to Site-529. If anyone has consumed SCP-6365-2 by the time TF-Xi-629 has arrived, they are also to be brought to Site-529. Additionally, those near where the new instances of SCP-6365-2 should be monitored for any changes in technology usage and/or behavior. Description: SCP-6365 is a mind-altering anomaly affecting the suburban town of Greenback, New York. The anomaly began on July 10, 2016 (a Sunday), when SCP-6365-1 manifested on every doorstep in the town simultaneously at approximately 9:00 AM. SCP-6365-1 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.98 meters in height wearing a black and white uniform resembling those common to mid-20th century milk delivery services, with brand markings for a nonexistent "Milk on Sundays Co.". Upon manifestation, SCP-6365-1 produces six glasses of a liquid presumed to be milk and then disappears after placing the glasses on the doorstep. SCP-6365-1 has not been observed to do any activities other than this. The glasses of milk (designated as SCP-6365-2) resemble glasses used in milk deliveries prior to 1950. SCP-6365-2 creates a strong desire for anyone near the liquid to consume it, but this effect can be nullified with enough concentration from the observer. However, tests showed that some subjects still are not able to resist SCP-6365-2, and may need to be physically halted from getting to SCP-6365-2. After consumption of SCP-6365-2, anomalous effects begin to manifest to whoever consumed it.3 Listed below is a timeline that shows the anomalous effects of SCP-6365-2 after being consumed. 1 day: The person who consumed SCP-6365-2, who will further be referred to as Subject-6365-A, begins to use modern-day technology less. 2 days: Analogous items from Subject-6365-A’s house that were not used pre-1950s begin to disappear and may be replaced depending on the item. This occurs slowly starting with small objects before moving on to bigger objects. 3 days: Subject-6365-A’s personality, dialect, and in rare cases, accent shift. Dialect often switches to being always happy, language use becomes more professional and interjections have been observed to be used more, and accent transforms into transatlantic. 5 days: The process of modern-day items disappearing and/or being replaced is finished. All possessions of Subject-6365-A have disappeared or been replaced with analogous items historically accurate to the 1940s. How exactly this is performed is unknown, but due to the sudden disappearance of large objects, it seems to be through reality-altering methods. 7 days: Subject-6365-A begins to paint their house grey. Additionally, any photos taken of Subject-6365-A or photos taken in their vicinity will come out black and white. 14 days: Subject-6365-A’s memory begins to be affected, as they begin recalling events that never happened in their life. This includes, but is not limited to: interactions with others that never occurred, getting on a high school sports team, and getting high-ranking occupations. Subject-6365-A also may begin forgetting events that happened to them, most often traumatic events. 30 days: Subject-6365-A’s memory is reset every day, forgetting what happened the previous day. However, Subject-6365-A still can recall some events in their life, whether real or fabricated. Subject-6365-A still functions as a humanoid being, and these effects seem to have not caused any issues in their life. Conclusion: The anomaly’s mind-altering capabilities seem to alter the mind of Subject-6365-A to believe the current era is the 1940s. This effect is aided by the changes in their household. The anomaly was discovered when many members of Greenback reported SCP-6365-1 to their police station for suspicious activity. By the time the Foundation arrived, the entire town of Greenback had consumed SCP-6365-2; the town will from this point on be referred to as SCP-6365-3. SCP-6365-3 has changed its social structure immensely, and the entire town has started to discuss different political matters. The citizens talk about how strong central government has become, and how corporations have posed a threat to the American lifestyle. Many residents talk about what seems to be a war, which is assumed to be World War II due to the mentions of fascist leaders. It should be noted that the people of SCP-6365-3 seem content with their lives and lifestyles, and show no desire to leave their town. They seem to have not noticed anything different about themselves or others, however, testing has shown that when someone wears clothing with the appearance of the post-1950s era, the citizens’ attitude shifts. This includes, but is not limited to: verbal abuse; apathy; viewing the person wearing such clothing as inferior; physical assault; and stalking.4 Interview 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Interview 6365-1 Interviewed: Lillian Row, a citizen of SCP-6365-3 Interviewer: Dr. Richard Kochev Foreword: This interview was conducted 16 days after SCP-6365-2 was consumed by Mrs. Lillian Row. <Begin Log> Dr. Kochev: Good morning, Mrs. Row. How are you feeling? Lillian Row: I am feeling great! But I feel that “Mrs. Row” is a bit too formal, so you can call me Lillian. Dr. Kochev: Well then Lillian, have you noticed anything different about you or other town members? Lillian Row: This is the most excitement we’ve had in years! Being interviewed by— wait, what are you guys again? Dr. Kochev: We are just some scientists from the government taking surveys, no need to worry. So, before this interview, I heard you discussing with your neighbor about some sort of “milkman?” Lillian Row: Yep! You see, every Sunday Ben puts our milk on our doorsteps for the week. We don’t have any way of keeping it cold, unfortunately. Dr. Kochev: Can you tell me more about this Ben? Perhaps some of his employment history, where he lives, stuff like that. Lillian Row: That Ben is like a son to me! He’s been our milkman for nearly 6 years now, at least I think. He hasn’t been working for too long, but he really seems to like his job! Always shows up at 9 AM exactly! He works for “Milk on Sundays” I think, I’m not entirely sure, to be honest. Oh! And he’s about 28! His birthday was a few weeks ago. Dr. Kochev: How long has he been working for Milk on Sundays again? Lillian Row: (Laughs) I just said that: 12 years. He’s really good at his job you know! Milk always comes at exactly 9 o’clock. I don’t know how he does it. Dr. Kochev: You have said he’s worked for a little bit, 6 years and 12 years. You said he’s like a son to you, but he’s 3 years older than you. Additionally, you never told me where Ben lives. Lillian Row: Oh that Ben! He’s so whole milk that you would think he only does his job to get those children the nutrients and not for any money! It seems like that too. He hasn’t even asked for a raise yet! Isn’t that crazy? Dr. Kochev: Whole milk? Lillian Row: Oh you know! When someone’s really kind! Have you never heard that before? Dr. Kochev: I have not. However, you still have not answered any of my questions about Ben. Lillian Row: Yes I have! I’ve answered all of them! You sure are one lousy policeman, aren’t you! (Laughs) I’m just kidding around; I could never do what you do! Dr. Kochev: (Silence) Lillian Row: It’s a wonderful day out, isn’t it? Dr. Kochev: Well Lillian, I believe that’s all I have to ask you currently. You may go now if you would like. Lillian Row: Thank you! Have a great rest of your day, Mr.— oh I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever caught your name. Dr. Kochev: It’s Dr. Bradley. Lillian Row: Well, you go and have a great day Dr. Bradley! And let me know if you need anything else! Even if you’re just hungry! (Laughs) <End Log> Closing Statement: Even after further questioning, any information about this “Ben” constantly changed, except his name, occupation, and place of work. More interviews showed similar results: subjects were constantly contradicting themselves and continued despite attempts to point out these discrepancies. The whereabouts of SCP-6365-1 after manifestation are unknown, but Foundation staff have seen the entity and confirmed its existence. Few interactions have occurred between Foundation personnel and the entity, but SCP-6365-1 continued as if the staff member was not present. Listed below is an interaction staff had with SCP-6365-1. Exploration Log 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Exploration Log 6365-1 Forward: The following log is from a video camera put on Agent David Bushe’s vest when going to interact with SCP-6365-1. <Begin Log> Agent Bushe walks toward SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Excuse me, sir? SCP-6365-1 showed no signs of hearing Agent Bushe. Agent Bushe: Ben, is it? Still no reply from SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Hey, buddy— Agent Bushe attempted to tap SCP-6365-1 on the shoulder, but his index finger when straight through SCP-6365-1. He quickly pulled it away from SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Fuck! (Talking to radio) What do I do now? Dr. Kochev: (From radio) See if a more static object can phase through it, like a stick. Agent Bushe grabbed a stick from a nearby tree and it as well phased through SCP-6365-1. Roughly 3 seconds later, SCP-6365-1 demanifested as its task was finished. Dr. Kochev: (From radio) Well that’s certainly interesting. Come back to the Site. Agent Bushe then exited SCP-6365-1. <End Log> Closing Statement: From the log, it has been concluded that SCP-6365-1 is a type-Π spectral entity5. Addendum 6365-1: On July 10, 2017, exactly one year after the anomaly began, the town of SCP-6365-3 started to air on TV. This was discovered by Agent Claudia Lind of TF-Xi-629 when she was watching television to pass the time. While changing channels, she paused on the channel that showed SCP-6365-3. Lind was a guard for Interview 6365-1, so she recognized the interior of Lillian Row’s home and immediately reported it to the Foundation. Anything that occurs in Greenback is televised onto this channel. The town does not seem to have any awareness of this fact. The program seems to be a sitcom set in the 1940s, filmed with grainy cameras and laugh tracks. Due to the fact that it seems to just be a normal sitcom, the public is unaware of what is truly going on. However, due to the need for further interviews and testing, Dr. Logan Andrews has been assigned to the anomaly. Debriefing with Dr. Andrews CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Debriefing Records 6365-1 Lead Researcher: Dr. Richard Kochev Newly Added Researcher: Dr. Logan Andrews Foreward: Prior to this debriefing, all that Dr. Andrews knew was he was being assigned to a new SCP. Additionally, as Dr. Andrews suffers from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), he was permitted to bring a fidget. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews: You know, somehow I knew you’d be the one debriefing me ‘Chev. Dr. Kochev: I’ll let that slide as a nickname, but just this once. Dr. Andrews, you have recently been assigned to a new anomaly, correct? Dr. Andrews: That’s what I’ve been told. Why would I be here if I wasn’t? Dr. Kochev: Well, here is your new assignment: SCP-6365. I will give you this file to read. Please let me know when you’ve finished. Dr. Andrews: Why don’t you just give me a little storytime? Dr. Kochev: (Silence). Dr. Andrews began reading, but then stopped about halfway through the article. Dr. Andrews: You know, it’s been a while since we’ve worked together. Last time I remember seeing you was when you— Dr. Kochev: Logan, just read the damn file. Dr. Andrews: (Laughs) Dr. Andrews finished reading a few minutes later. The further he got into the article, the more he began to fidget. Dr. Andrews: I’m finished. Dr. Kochev: Thoughts? Dr. Andrews: This certainly is strange, but in our line of work everything is. Why am I being assigned to this? Dr. Kochev: Because this small little town is now being broadcast to the world, and we would like to keep testing it. Additionally, you needed a new assignment, and given your skill with improvisation, we thought you would be a good fit. Dr. Andrews: I’m sorry, but what did you mean by “being broadcast to the world?” Dr. Kochev: It’s on television. It’s like some weird sitcom, and we have no idea how to stop it. The channel it’s on doesn’t even have any trace of ever existing. Dr. Andrews: There are so many more researchers who could do this! Why don’t you pick any of them? Dr. Kochev: Didn’t you read the file? You need to have a high CRV level, of which you have an abnormally high level. We have no idea what will happen out there, but you’ll be able to handle it. Dr. Andrews: Oh yes, I remember that now. (Pauses) Huh, what do you know? At this point, Dr. Andrews stopped fidgeting and began to wave his index finger while talking. Dr. Kochev: Excuse me? Dr. Andrews: I remember you always used to talk about how you wanted to get to level four clearance. Now, here you are in charge of an anomaly. Sounds like you’re trying to get that promotion. Dr. Kochev: A promotion would be nice, but it’s not like I need it. There is a minute-long silence, accompanied by the noises of clicking from Dr. Andrews’ fidgeting. Dr. Kochev: So, what do you say? Any questions? Dr. Andrews: I mean, I guess I have to. Dr. Kochev: I’m glad you’re joining us. <End Log> Given these new circumstances, new measures have been taken: secondary class has now become conscientia6; the Department of External Affairs (DEA) is now involved in the anomaly; any changes to the special containment procedures must be authorized by the DEA; any testing ideas must be authorized by the DEA. The DEA is involved due to its objective of obscuring anomalies to the public. How we proceed with SCP-6365 being broadcasted is very important. We need to be very careful with our testing from now on. Obviously, we have Dr. Andrews to help with that, but at the end of the day, he is human. He could make a mistake, and just one slip up might require amnestics for the whole world, which we don’t have the supplies for. He seems ready for the change of pace though, so I, along with the DEA, officially approve further testing of SCP-6365. Best of luck, Andrews. - Dr. Kochev Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Researcher: Dr. Logan Andrews, while being supervised by other Foundation personnel watching through a television. Testing Subjects: Lillian Row, Fred Row, and Jill Row Foreword: Dr. Andrews walked up to the doorstep of Lillian Row, her husband Fred, and their daughter Jill. The entire scene is being broadcast on television, so it is crucial Andrew remains in character. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews knocks on the door, which is heard on the television. The citizens seem slightly confused but open the door. Dr. Andrews: Good morning! My name is John, and I'm traveling through town for a few days, care to show me around? Lillian Row: Why, hello! I'm Lillian Row. We don't get many visitors, come in and take a seat! Fred Row: Hello there! I'm Fred, and that over there is my daughter Jill. Welcome into our quaint little town. Can I get you anything to drink? How does some milk sound? Dr. Andrews: No thank you, I've already had some milk for breakfast this morning. Dr. Andrews raises his index and middle finger, a sign to researchers watching that there were no cameras or abnormalities in the room. Fred Row: Well it sure is a good thing you're drinking milk! I swear you should look at the kids who don't. Jill Row: Once this kid at my school didn't drink milk for a whole week, then he got stuck in a tree. We don't even know how he got there! It sure was funny to watch! (Laugh track) Dr. Andrews: Really? Well, that’s interesting because- From this point on, any conversation recorded is from Dr. Andrews' memory. For the first time since SCP-6365 started airing, a commercial appeared. The commercial was for Milk on Sundays, though it never listed any ways of contacting them. Dr. Andrews: -I had many friends who didn't drink milk when I was your age and they turned out just fine. Lillian, Jill, and Fred Row simultaneously: Would you like some milk? Dr. Andrews: I'm not thirsty. Lillian Row: It's good for you. Jill Row: It's right here. Fred Row: Just one little sip. Dr. Andrews: Well, would you look at the time! I have to go, but it was nice meeting you! Fred Row: Stay. Dr. Andrews begins to leave, but Fred and Lillian Row pin him to the ground. Jill begins to walk towards the milk on the table in the other room. Dr. Andrews: Well, uh, this is awkward! I’ll just see myself out. Jill Row: Open wide! Dr. Andrews: Son of a bitch! Dr. Andrews attempted to throw Fred and Lillian off of him, but they did not move at all. He punched Fred in the stomach and Lillian in the face, and then he ran out of the house towards the exit of SCP-6365-3. <End Log> Closing Statement: Just after Dr. Andrews left SCP-6365-3, the show resumed as if nothing had happened, however, Lillian appeared to have a black eye. Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Discussion CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Discussion Forward: Immediately following Dr. Andrew’s statement of what happened during the testing log, this interaction occurred in Dr. Kochev’s office. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews: —and then I ran back here. Dr. Kochev: Why did you do that? Dr. Andrews: What do you mean “why?” I almost became some zombie-like thing. I feel like that’s a pretty good reason. Dr. Kochev: Do you know what your job is? You need to research this anomaly, not run away from it! Dr. Andrews: I can’t research the anomaly if I can’t remember who I am! Dr. Kochev: Don’t speak to me like that, I am your superior and— Dr. Andrews: Listen to me, you little shit. Just because you’re higher up than me doesn’t mean you’re right. And maybe I shouldn’t talk to you like that, but you shouldn’t just yell at someone for something that isn’t even their fault! I did what I needed to do to survive. Dr. Kochev: And now people are wondering why their favorite character has a black eye! Dr. Andrews began to appear visibly distressed. Dr. Andrews: Well, their favorite “character” assaulted me. Dr. Kochev: Get the hell out of my office. Dr. Andrews: We both know I did absolutely nothing wrong, and we both know this is because you’re worried about that stupid little promotion of yours. Fuck you and your promotion! Dr. Andrews then stormed out. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Andrews was put on paid leave by Dr. Kochev for disrespecting a superior. Well, since he did end up making a mistake, we are now down one researcher. I will take full responsibility for the next few tests. I will do what Andrews did, but better. - Dr. Kochev Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2 Researcher: Dr. Richard Kochev, while being supervised by other foundation personnel watching through a television. Foundation personnel also spoke with Dr. Kochev through an earpiece telling him what to say. Testing Subjects: Lillian Row Foreword: Dr. Kochev walked up to the doorstep of Lillian Row. Dr. Kochev was told to be officer Bradley, who was just following through on an investigation. <Begin Log> Dr. Kochev: Take two. Dr. Kochev then knocked on the door, which was answered by Lillian Row. She opened the door to her house a few seconds after. Lillian Row: Why this sure is a surprise! Dr. Bradley, right? Dr. Kochev: That’s right! Mind if I come in? Just need to ask you a few more questions. Lillian Row: Come on in! Dr. Kochev then stepped into the house and was visible on camera. As soon as he did, he showed signs of distress. Lillian Row: Dr. Bradley, are you okay? Dr. Kochev: (Grunts) Yeah, my ear is just ringing a bit. Foundation personnel tried to communicate with Dr. Kochev, but he did not show any signs of understanding. Kochev then moved his hand to his right ear and deactivated his earpiece. Dr. Kochev: Do you mind if I take a seat? Lillian Row: Of course! Would you like a glass of water? Dr. Kochev: Oh, yes, please. Dr. Kochev then took a seat and seemed to show signs of confusion. Lillian then gave him water, which he quickly started to drink. Dr. Kochev: Wait a second, this isn’t— Another commercial for Milk on Sundays played, the second one since air. However, this time it listed a number to call. Once the commercial ended, Kochev was nowhere to be seen. <End Log> Closing Statement: Further investigation showed that Lillian put a small amount of milk in the water, which caused Kochev to start to gain anomalous effects. At the entrance, a note was found which is attached below. It’s best if I don’t come back. Continue on without me -Dr. K. Dr. Kochev is now considered terminated by the Foundation though it is acknowledged that he has not ceased life function. He has been on television multiple times, and has been seen responding to “Dr. Bradley”. He now is employed in a previously non-existent lab in SCP-6365-3 called “MOS7 Labs” which is a popular location for children in the town. In the science lab, Dr. Kochev often gives instructions for low-risk scientific experiments while children follow along. There also is a chalkboard with many numerals and atomic equations on the board, although upon further inspection none of the equations make sense and seem closer to random numbers and elements. Additionally, Dr. Kochev has an assistant at the lab named “Dr. Andrew Chase.” The other citizens of SCP-6365-3 show positive actions towards Dr. Kochev, often complimenting his science work. Dr. Kochev has shown signs of a decrease in professional behavior and a large increase in happiness. After an investigation into his paid leave, the new lead researcher is Dr. Logan Andrews, and he has decided to suspend further testing for the time being. Incident 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Incident 6365-1 Foreward: Below is a transcript of the commercial that appeared during Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2. <Begin Log> Narrator: Are you tired of the same-old, boring milk? Are you struggling to stay in shape? Introducing, Milk on Sundays! The most reliable milk company with the most nutrients! A picture of a milk carton showed on screen. Narrator: Don’t just take my word for it though! Take it from one of our best milkmen. SCP-6365-1 appeared on screen. SCP-6365-1: We have the best milk on the market! Simply call to get your order in today! The number (███) ███-████ appeared on screen. <End Log> Closing Statement: When the number given in the commercial is dialed, a male voice says “come back soon! We’re not ready yet! Milk on Sundays could be every day for you!” Footnotes 1. Also known as “Mind Over Matter.” 2. Used to measure an individual’s resistance to cognitohazards 3. Amnestics have proved ineffective against these effects. 4. In the only stalking case recorded, as soon as the person, who was wearing a modern 2012 lab coat, left SCP-6365-3 the citizen returned to their normal duties. 5. A spectral entity that cannot be interacted with, and shows no signs of higher intelligence. Often assigned to spectral entities that only do one or two tasks. 6. An esoteric class for anomalies that the public needs to be misled about 7. Likely an acronym for “Milk on Sundays” ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6365" by Voiiiii, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6365. 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SCP-6366 | euclid | MetalRavioli Written by MetalRavioli. For more by me, go to my Author Page! /* - == ===ROOT=== == - */ :root { /* S-CSS-P integration */ --theme-base: "black-highlighter"; --theme-id: "raviolistyle"; --theme-name: "Raviolistyle"; /* ===HEADER ELEMENTS=== */ --logo-image: url("http://scpdsandbox.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:raviolistyle/225.7"); --header-title: "SITE-225"; --header-subtitle: "NO MATTER HOW SMALL"; Item#: 6366 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-225 Dr. Edward Irkiv Dr. Nile Brackish N/A SCP-6366-1 SCP-6366-2 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6366-1 is to be contained in a large aviary in the wildlife containment wing of Site-225, designed to resemble the natural habitat of a shoebill stork's.Balaeniceps rex. SCP-6366-1 is to be fed on a daily basis, presented with a diet of nile tilapia.Oreochromis niloticus meat, senegal bichir.Polypterus senegalus meat, and walking catfish.Clarias batrachus meat. Any amenities requested by SCP-6366-1 are to be provided to it on a case-by-case basis. SCP-6366-2 is to be held in a 760-liter freshwater fish tank in the wildlife containment wing of Site-225, with live plants and several hiding places. SCP-6366-2 should be fed a diet of live tubifex worms.Tubifex tubifex, and Hikari brand carnivore pellets daily. Any amenities requested by SCP-6366-2 are to be provided to it on a case-by-case basis. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 should both be escorted to an enrichment cell daily and should be allowed to interact for approximately two hours. Description SCP-6366 is the designation given to two linked entities. SCP-6366-1 is a male member of the shoebill stork species. SCP-6366-1 is approximately 1.6 meters in height, with a wingspan of 2.5 meters. SCP-6366-1 is sapient and is capable of speech. SCP-6366-2 is a male member of the senegal bichir species. measuring approximately 0.3 meters in length. SCP-6366-2 is sapient and is capable of speech. SCP-6366-2 is also capable of staying moist outside of water for extended periods of time through anomalous means. If SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 are not within three meters of each other once every 24 hours, SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 will begin being pulled towards each other by an anomalous force. This force will pull the entities through solid objects. However, this will not cause any damage to the entities themselves. Once the two entities are within three meters of each other, the anomalous force will disperse, and the entities will be allowed to move independently once again. Addendum 6366.01 Interview 6366-1 Following the initial containment of SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2, an interview was conducted with the entities to ascertain a possible origin of the anomalous properties they possess. + Access Interview Log 6366-1 - ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW LOG Date: 9/2/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Brackish Interviewed: SCP-6366-1, SCP-6366-2 [BEGIN LOG] (The camera turns on. The view is of an Interview room, with a table in the middle of the room. On the right side of the table, sits Dr. Brackish with a pile of papers in front of him. On the left side of the table, SCP-6366-1 is standing, and SCP-6366-2 has propped itself up in a chair.) Dr. Brackish: Hello SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2, I'm here to conduct an interview. SCP-6366-1: An interview? That could be interesting SCP-6366-2: Oh don't get your hopes up Axel, these guys are like government officials or something. He's probably gonna ask us for a bunch of personal information. SCP-6366-1: Personal information? That's my least favorite kind of information to give out. Dr. Brackish: I just want to ask some questions. SCP-6366-2: Fine, whatever. Dr. Brackish: First, do you both have a name? SCP-6366-1: Well, I'm Axel. SCP-6366-2: I'm Arsenio. SCP-6366-1: Hey, Arsenio. I just realized something. SCP-6366-2: What's that? SCP-6366-1: Both our names start with the letter a. SCP-6366-2: So? SCP-6366-1: Well I thought it was interesting. SCP-6366-2: There's nothing interesting about that, it's just a stupid fact. SCP-6366-1: I thought it was neat! SCP-6366-2: You think everything's neat! You saw a catfish the other day and got excited! SCP-6366-1: Well of course I did, I eat catfish! SCP-6366-2: You eat bichirs too! So why don't you come and eat me? (SCP-6366-1 snaps its beak at SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-1: Maybe I will! Dr. Brackish Hey hey! Calm down. Let's just get through this interview, alright? SCP-6366-1: Fine. Dr. Brackish: Now, are you aware of your anomalous properties? SCP-6366-1: Anomalous? SCP-6366-2: Oh, you mean how we're drawn to each other? Dr. Brackish: And how you're sapient, and can talk. SCP-6366-2: Oh yeah. I always forget that's not normal. Dr. Brackish: Have you always been able to talk? SCP-6366-2: Oh no, not always. I was just a normal bichir at first, (looks at SCP-6366-1) until this guy came along. SCP-6366-1: Hey, I didn't do anything. SCP-6366-2: You tried to eat me! SCP-6366-1: I was hungry! SCP-6366-2: You're always hungry! SCP-6366-1: I was a juvenile! SCP-6366-2: And you still act like one! SCP-6366-1: Oh shut up! Dr. Brackish: (interrupting) Wait wait, what did you mean by that? SCP-6366-2: Okay so basically, bird brain over here was trying to catch and eat me. Except for some reason he was flapping his wings and walking all weird when trying to. SCP-6366-1: It was my first time hunting! SCP-6366-2: Oh pish posh! SCP-6366-1: Did… Did you just pish posh me? SCP-6366-2: Yes I did. (SCP-6366-1 silently stares at SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-2: No, no don't do that. Don't do the staring thing. (SCP-6366-1 moves its head closer to SCP-6366-2 and continues to stare) SCP-6366-2: He does this all the time when he's upset. It's what shoebills do. They stare. It's easy to get him to stop though, watch this. (SCP-6366-2 takes a pencil off of the table and throws it at SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: Hey! (SCP-6366-2 starts laughing) SCP-6366-2: Never gets old. Dr. Brackish: Yes, very funny. Can we get back to what you were saying? SCP-6366-2: Right right. Anyways, he was moving all funky, and all of a sudden we both started to glow, and we were thrown towards each other by some invisible force or some shit. So obviously, I got scared and swam away, it was pretty easy since Axel was all shocked out of his mind. (SCP-6366-1 scoffs) SCP-6366-2: Anyways, all was well. I spent the next day swimming around. You know, doing bichir things. But suddenly, I once again got pulled by some invisible force, all the way to (motions its fin towards SCP-6366-1) this guy. When I went to squeal at him, instead I screamed. Apparently, we were able to talk. Dr. Brackish: Do you know why? SCP-6366-2: Well, what I think happened, is that while Axel was swinging around and playing twister or something, he accidentally performed some type of magic ritual, which bonded us together. Dr. Brackish: I see, interesting… SCP-6366-2: Well it's less of an "interesting" and more of an "It's Axel's fault entirely". SCP-6366-1: My fault!? SCP-6366-2: Yes, your fault! You obviously bonded us together somehow! I'm not surprised either, you do stuff wrong all the time! SCP-6366-1: Yeah I know… SCP-6366-2: But really, it's not interesting, just annoying. Dr. Brackish: SCP-6366-1, is that your recollection of things? SCP-6366-1: SC… what? Is that what you're calling me? Dr. Brackish: That is your official designation. Yours (motions to SCP-6366-2) is SCP-6366-2. SCP-6366-1: Are we- Are we test subjects!? Arsenio, they're going to experiment on us! SCP-6366-2: Experiment!? (SCP-6366-2 jumps at SCP-6366-1, which catches it in its wings) SCP-6366-2: You'll never take me alive! Dr. Brackish: No, no you're not test subjects, you're- SCP-6366-2: (interrupting) He's lying! Axel, get us out of here! SCP-6366-1: On it! (SCP-6366-1 grabs SCP-6366-2 in its beak and jumps onto the table, it then extends its wings and flies towards the door) Dr. Brackish: Guards! (Two armed security personnel quickly open the door, accidentally slamming the door into SCP-6366-1, knocking it backward. SCP-6366-1 loses its grip on SCP-6366-2, and both entities fall to the floor. The security personnel aim their weapons at both entities.) SCP-6366-2: Shit. [END LOG] Following the interview, both entities were escorted to their containment cells. Upon being separated, both entities expressed panic, until they were notified that they would see each other daily, upon which the entities calmed down. Addendum 6366.02: Incident 6366-1 On 9/25/2021, Site-225 experienced a site-wide containment breach, caused by SCP-████. During the containment breach, both SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2's containment cells were compromised, and the doors to the cells were opened. The following set of events were recorded via security cameras and have been logged below. + Access Incident Log 6366-1 - ACCESS GRANTED INCIDENT LOG Date: 9/25/2021 [BEGIN LOG] (Inside SCP-6366-1's cell, SCP-6366-1 is seen resting. Approximately 8 seconds later, containment breach alarms begin to blare. SCP-6366-1 wakes up and appears startled. Approximately 4 seconds later, the doors to its containment cell open. SCP-6366-1 looks around its cell, and then exits.) (Inside SCP-6366-2's cell, SCP-6366-2 is seen swimming around. Approximately 8 seconds later, containment breach alarms begin to blare. SCP-6366-2 becomes startled and quickly swims into one of its hiding places, after which it pokes its head out. Approximately 5 seconds later, the doors to its containment cell open. SCP-6366-2 proceeds to swim to the top of its tank and climbs out. It then walks across the floor, and out of its cell.) (In the corridor outside the containment cells, SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 are both seen exiting their cells. They look around, and notice each other.) SCP-6366-1: Arsenio! SCP-6366-2: Axel! what the fuck is going on? (The two entities walk over to each other) SCP-6366-1: I'm not sure, but I don't think they know that we got out. SCP-6366-2: Axel, do you know what this means? SCP-6366-1: Someone's not doing their job correctly? SCP-6366-2: No! We can escape! SCP-6366-1: Escape? That's what you're thinking? Arsenio, we could have our own tour of this place! See what these people are all about! Maybe even find a lady shoebill. SCP-6366-2: I- what? No. We're leaving, not going on tour. SCP-6366-1: Okay… SCP-6366-2: Now pick me up and let's get out of here. (SCP-6366-1 picks up SCP-6366-2 with its beak, and puts it on its back. SCP-6366-2 appears to hold on to SCP-6366-1 with its fins. SCP-6366-1 then begins walking down the corridor.) SCP-6366-1: Why do you think we got out? SCP-6366-2: Maybe they made a mistake or something? Probably something to do with this constant blaring alarm. SCP-6366-1: Maybe they're having a lockdown drill. SCP-6366-2: That doesn't explain why our doors opened though. SCP-6366-1: Hm… you're right. Maybe they're just stupid. (SCP-6366-1 continues down the corridor until it reaches the end, upon which it splits into two corridors, one going right, and one going left.) SCP-6366-1: Do we know where we're going? SCP-6366-2: No. Take a left here. (SCP-6366-1 continues into the left corridor.) SCP-6366-1: Don't they like, have guards here? SCP-6366-2: Yes, but now we know they have guards, so we are prepared. SCP-6366-1: Prepared to do what? SCP-6366-2: I don't know, you're the muscle. SCP-6366-1: Is that all I am to you? The muscle? SCP-6366-2: Oh shut up, you know what I meant. (SCP-6366-1 continues down the corridor until it turns to the right. As SCP-6366-1 is about to turn, it notices E7-3 of MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey" with his back to SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 frantically retreats back around the corner of the corridor.) SCP-6366-1: (quietly) There's a guard there! SCP-6366-2: (quietly) So? You're the muscle, take him out! SCP-6366-1: Take him out? How do I do that? SCP-6366-2: I don't know, do something! SCP-6366-1: Okay, I'll try. (SCP-6366-1 quietly makes its way around the corner and approaches E7-3. Once SCP-6366-1 is almost directly behind him, it moves to the right, and taps E7-3 on the left shoulder.) E7-3: Hm? (E7-3 looks to the left, upon which SCP-6366-1 comes in from the right and grabs E7-3's firearm with its beak. SCP-6366-1 attempts to take the firearm from E7-3, but E7-3 holds on. The two proceed to tug the weapon back and forth.) E7-3: Hey! SCP-6366-1: Give that to me! (SCP-6366-2 leaps off of SCP-6366-1's back and bites E7-3 on the nose. SCP-6366-2 latches on, dangling from E7-3's nose. E7-3 screams in pain.) E7-3: GET OFF MY FACE! SCP-6366-1: Yeah, get him Arsenio! (E7-3 attempts to pry SCP-6366-2 off of his face, but this only results in SCP-6366-2 biting down harder. E7-3 grunts in pain.) E7-3: Give me the gun! SCP-6366-1: No! E7-3: I said, give me the- (Suddenly, the left wall of the corridor shatters, causing E7-3 to fall back. SCP-6366-1 falls back as well, and SCP-6366-2 is flung onto the ground. After approximately 9 seconds, the dust from the wall settles, revealing SCP-6773.A large avian entity with ontokinetic, temporal, and transfiguration abilities. to have broken through the wall. E7-3 quickly recoils, and aims his firearm at SCP-6773.) E7-3: Freeze, bird! (SCP-6773 vocalizes at E7-3, and transfigurates him into an alarm clock.) SCP-6366-2: Holy shit. SCP-6366-1: Looks like our time is up, Arsenio. (SCP-6773 notices the two entities, and vocalizes.) SCP-6366-1: Don't worry, I got this. I took condor in community college. SCP-6366-2: You didn't GO to community college! (SCP-6366-1 stands up and clears its throat. It then proceeds to make several vocalizations, similar to those of several birds in the order Cathartiformes. SCP-6773 tilts its head, and begins to walk towards SCP-6366-1.) SCP-6366-2: No way. SCP-6366-1: (quietly) It's working! (SCP-6366-1 continues vocalizing. SCP-6773 continues to get closer to SCP-6366-1 until it is approximately 3 inches in front of its face. SCP-6366-1 then makes a singular quiet vocalization. SCP-6773 then extends its wings and makes a loud vocalization) SCP-6366-2: I think you made him mad! (SCP-6366-1 quickly picks up SCP-6366-2 with its beak and begins running away from SCP-6773. SCP-6366-2 climbs onto SCP-6366-1's back. SCP-6773 begins to give chase.) SCP-6366-1: You know, maybe I did! SCP-6366-2: I knew you couldn't speak condor! SCP-6366-1: I do speak condor! Just not very good. SCP-6366-2: Well, what did you tell him? SCP-6366-1: I either told him that we mean him no harm, or that we're here to take his life. SCP-6366-2: Well I wonder which one he interpreted it as! (SCP-6773 vocalizes and uses its ontokinetic abilities to throw debris towards the two entities.) SCP-6366-2: Look out! (SCP-6366-1 swiftly dodges the flying debris, and takes flight.) SCP-6366-1: Is he chasing us?! (SCP-6366-2 looks backward to see SCP-6773 directly behind the two entities) SCP-6366-2: Yep! He's right there! Go faster! SCP-6366-1: Okay okay! Don't be so pushy! SCP-6366-2: I'm allowed to be pushy! There's a killer bird chasing us! SCP-6366-1: Well you're stressing me out! SCP-6366-2: I don't care! Fly faster! SCP-6366-1: But these hallways are narrow! If I fly faster I might- SCP-6366-2: JUST SHUT UP AND FLY FA- (SCP-6366-1 flies directly into a wall, where the corridor splits into two more corridors, one going to the left and one going to the right. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 fall to the ground, while SCP-6773 catches up to them and stops in front of them. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 slowly recoil, and begin to get up.) SCP-6366-2: (grunts) Great, now we're going to die. SCP-6366-1: It's not my fault! SCP-6366-2: Well it certainly wasn't mine! (SCP-6773 vocalizes) SCP-6366-1: You were stressing me out! SCP-6366-2: Of course I was! (motions to SCP-6773) Big Bird here was trying to fucking kill us! SCP-6366-1: Well you didn't have to shout at me! SCP-6366-2: What else was I supposed to do? SCP-6366-1: I don't know, maybe encourage me? (SCP-6773 vocalizes.) SCP-6366-1: We get it! You're going to kill us. Just get it over with! SCP-6366-2: You know what, kill him first. (motions towards SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: What? No! Kill him first! (motions towards SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-2: Of course you would try and get him to kill me first! SCP-6366-1: You literally just tried to get him to kill ME first! SCP-6366-2: Of course I did! You were being an ass- (SCP-6773 quickly grabs SCP-6366-2 with its beak, and swallows the entity whole) SCP-6366-1: ARSENIO! (SCP-6773 vocalizes at SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: Arsenio. I didn't mean… (looking towards SCP-6773) You. (SCP-6366-1 stares at SCP-6773.) (SCP-6773 vocalizes at SCP-6366-1 and begins to run towards it. SCP-6366-1 does not move. SCP-6773 stops and cocks its head. SCP-6366-1 leans closer towards SCP-6773 and continues staring.) SCP-6366-1: You motherfucker. You'll pay for that. (SCP-6366-1 vocalizes and flies into the air. It flies into SCP-6773 and bites its neck with its beak. SCP-6773 squawks, and bites into SCP-6366-1 several times. SCP-6366-1 grabs SCP-6773 with its feet, and lets go with its beak. SCP-6366-1 takes flight, and throws SCP-6773 into the wall.) SCP-6366-1: That's for Arsenio! (SCP-6773 recoils, and stands up. SCP-6773 takes flight and flies towards SCP-6366-1.) SCP-6366-1: Shit. (SCP-6773 grabs SCP-6366-1 with its talons, lifting it up into the air. SCP-6366-1 continuously bites at SCP-6773's talons, attempting to break free, to no prevail. SCP-6773 flies down the corridor and throws SCP-6366-1 into the wall. SCP-6366-1 manages to recoil, and stands up, while SCP-6773 lands on the ground. SCP-6366-1 begins running towards SCP-6773. SCP-6773 uses its temporal abilities to instigate a time dilation on SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 continues slowly moving towards SCP-6773, however, SCP-6773 is able to ram into SCP-6366-1. The time dilation dissipates, and SCP-6366-1 is thrown backward, landing on its back. SCP-6773 runs up and jumps onto SCP-6366-1, digging its talons into its skin. SCP-6366-1 screams, and headbutts SCP-6773, knocking it off of it. SCP-6366-1 stands up.) SCP-6366-1: Fuck you, come and get me! (SCP-6366-1 turns around and begins running down the corridor. SCP-6773 vocalizes and flies into the air, beginning to give chase to SCP-6366-1. SCP-6773 chases SCP-6366-1 throughout the wildlife containment zone for approximately 5 minutes, until SCP-6366-1 eventually comes across the alarm clock, which E7-3 was transfigurated into. SCP-6366-1 notices E7-3's firearm and picks it up with its feet. It aims it at the corner of the corridor. After approximately 5 seconds, SCP-6773 rounds the corner of the corridor, and SCP-6366-1 shoots at it, hitting its left wing. SCP-6773 falls to the ground.) SCP-6366-1: Holy shit. I just shot a bird. Needless to say, I don't regret it. (SCP-6773 slowly stands up and vocalizes at SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 shoots again, however, SCP-6773 instigates a time dilation on the bullet and steps away from it. SCP-6366-1 attempts to shoot again, however, the firearm reveals to be empty. SCP-6366-1 drops the firearm.) SCP-6366-1: Shit. (SCP-6773 begins moving towards SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 extends its wings and puffs itself up. SCP-6773 begins running towards SCP-6366-1 and makes a drawn-out vocalization. SCP-6366-1 flaps its wings once, and too makes a drawn-out vocalization. Just before SCP-6773 reaches SCP-6366-1, SCP-6773 is shot in the leg from behind SCP-6366-1, and it falls to the ground. SCP-6366-1 turns around, and sees the entirety of MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey", which moves in towards SCP-6773.) E7-Cap: Four, take it out! (E7-4 shoots SCP-6773 with a tranquilizer, rendering it unconscious. The team moves in and examines SCP-6773.) E7-1: Cap, it's got two gunshot wounds. E7-Cap: Five, contact Dr. Munn. 6773 needs medical attention. E7-5: Roger that. E7-Cap: Wait, two wounds? We only shot it once. SCP-6366-1: Uh, that was me, sorry. (The entire team turns to look at SCP-6366-1.) E7-2: You're 6366-1, right? SCP-6366-1: Sure am. E7-2: Where's dash two? SCP-6366-1: Arsenio? Oh. Um… the bird ate him… E7-2: It ate him!? E7-5: (into her comm) Command, we need Dr. Munn. 6773 is injured and has consumed 6366-2. Command: Roger that. We're sending Munn in now. What's the status of the wildlife containment zone? E7-5: It's cleared. Command: Roger. Return SCP-6366-1 to its containment cell. E7-5: Roger. (E7-5 gets up and walks over to SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: (sighs) I just wanted to go on a tour. [END LOG] Following these events, Dr. Munn arrived at the scene and brought SCP-6773 to the wildlife medical ward, where she conducted several medical procedures on SCP-6773, saving its life. Dr. Munn also discovered an unconscious SCP-6366-2 inside SCP-6773's digestive system. SCP-6366-2 was saved through a surgical procedure, which both SCP-6773 and SCP-6366-2 survived. Once the containment breach ended, SCP-6366-1 was reunited with SCP-6366-2, and the two entities rejoiced. On 9/30/2021, SCP-6366-1 was awarded the Foundation Star for aiding in the recontainment of SCP-6773. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6366" by MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6366. Licensed under CC-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: Shoebill.jpg Author: Emcc83 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Shoebill_jurong_bird_park_02.jpg Filename: Bichir.jpg Author: RoyalAce License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Senegal_bichir.jpg |
SCP-6367 | safe | JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: Epitaphs of Mine — feat. Ralliston SCP-6864 - Belwood Staffing Hungry For a Bagel Item #: SCP-6367 SCP-6367 several minutes before Agent Wattison interacted with it. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6367 sits at -30.36683, 45.81011 along the northwestern region of Algeria, Africa. It is desolate, guarded by the sole member of MTF Epsilon 98 ("Sun Watcher"). No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-6367 is a single wooden chair, sat in the Grand Erg Occidental region of Algeria. It is unknown who placed SCP-6367 there, or what purpose it is intended for. The chair itself does not exhibit any outward anomalous effects. However, all attempts made by Foundation personnel in interacting with the object have been unsuccessful as SCP-6367 remains in-use by Agent Parker Wattison, who has sat there since its discovery. When inquired, Agent Wattison has confirmed that SCP-6367 is, in fact, anomalous, and has since refused further elaboration on the subject. It is unknown how Agent Wattison acquired this knowledge, nor his reasonings for withholding information from Foundation personnel. Preliminary Interview: After SCP-6367's discovery, and the claims by Agent Wattison that the object was anomalous after sitting on it, the following was conducted by Researcher Niles Gustom to ascertain further information on the potential anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Wattison: Oh yeah, this chair definitely has something funky going on with it. Gustom: Funky? Wattison: Yeah. Gustom: Like? Wattison: It's just really comfortable. Gustom: What? I'm sorry but I don't think I get what you mean. Wattison: It's exactly like I told you — this chair is not normal. Gustom: How so…? Wattison: I'm not going to be able to get up after this. Gustom: Oh. So you're… like, stuck there? Wattison: No. Gustom: [Scoffing] "No?" Wattison: It doesn't really feel like I'm stuck. Gustom: So can you sit up or anything? Wattison: If I tried, maybe. Gustom: Then what's stopping you from getting up? Wattison: The fact that there's something funky going on with this chair. [END LOG] Addendum 1: Concluding the events in the Preliminary Interview, Agent Wattison has yet to remove himself from SCP-6367 after one week. Further conversations with the agent have revealed the following: Agent Wattison is not being restrained by any physical, metaphysical, or magical objects. No discomfort has been reported by the agent despite sitting on SCP-6367 for an extended period of time. The agent has no interest in moving from SCP-6367 since the Preliminary Interview. No behavioral changes have been reported by Foundation therapists in regards to Agent Wattison, with anomalous screening also remaining inconclusive. Attempts to remove Agent Wattison from SCP-6367 remain underway. Referenced below is the current list of actions undertaken by on-site containment teams in removing the agent, followed by their results thus far: Actions Results Agent Jackie Robertson formally requested Agent Wattison to step away from SCP-6367. No results. Agent Robertson, Doctor Howard Rains, and Researcher Travis Lapid all attempted to forcibly remove Agent Wattison from SCP-6367. Attempt unsuccessful. Agent Wattison did not move from SCP-6367 whatsoever. Disciplinary action, up to and including termination, was threatened to Agent Wattison for interfering with further investigation of SCP-6367. No results. Agent Wattison has little regard for his position at the Foundation. An additional two weeks paid time off was offered to Agent Wattison in return for him vacating SCP-6367. Offer was rejected in favor of remaining on SCP-6367. A video of Agent Wattison's family formally requesting that he returned home from SCP-6367 was played. Agent Wattison requested the arrival of Foundation lawyers to initiate the divorce of his wife. Still no movement from SCP-6367. Ontokinetic anomalies attempted to displace Agent Wattison from SCP-6367. All attempts unsuccessful. 1 AMT bulldozer was brought to SCP-6367's containment site to physically remove Agent Wattison from the object. All attempts were again unsuccessful, with neither SCP-6367 or Agent Wattison moving from their position. The bulldozer used was later sent for repair after a large dent was discovered near the front where it had engaged with SCP-6367 and Agent Wattison. Agent Wattison was asked what the Foundation could offer in return for his compliance in leaving SCP-6367. Refer to Addendum 2. Addendum 2: Following Addendum 1, Agent Wattison was asked by Foundation personnel if he could be convinced to remove himself from SCP-6367. After further conversations, Agent Wattison stated that the only way he would remove himself was if Foundation personnel could complete the following: Using time-altering anomalous phenomena, personnel would retrieve another Agent Wattison from an alternate timeline and have him convince the agent to leave SCP-6367 permanently. Foundation agents agreed to Wattison's demands, and began the preparations for retrieving another Agent Wattison. This task would eventually be completed by Site-01's Δt, who would then dispatch the alternate Agent Wattison (hereby referred to as Agent Wattison-2) to SCP-6367. Upon arriving, an interaction between the two agents was recorded. [BEGIN LOG] Wattison-2: Hello, me. Wattison: Hi, me. Wattison-2: What are you doing on that chair? Wattison: What do you mean? Wattison-2: I mean… like, isn't it kind of weird that you're just going to sit there? And do nothing? Wattison: No. Not really. Wattison-2: Oh, and why not? Wattison: Because. Besides, have you tried sitting on this chair? Wattison-2: I can't — not with you sitting there. Wattison: That can be changed. Wattison-2: Well, yeah, but I mean… why? What's so special about it? Agent Wattison stands from the chair. Wattison: Come and find out. Wattison-2: Oh. Well, okay then. Fine. Agent Wattison steps aside from SCP-6367 and Agent Wattison-2 takes his place, sitting down on the chair. Wattison-2: … Wattison: … Wattison-2: Oh. Agent Wattison walks away from SCP-6367. [END LOG] Agent Wattison has since departed to Wattison-2's reality, under the approval of Δt. Agent Wattison-2 has likewise remained on SCP-6367 — refusing any and all attempts made by Foundation personnel in removing him from his position. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6367" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6367. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6368 | thaumiel | . Item#: 6368 Level3 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6368 is to remain employed by the Foundation within the Department of the Departed. Quarterly interviews, framed as performance reviews, are scheduled to track efficacy of the cover story and containment procedures. The Department must continue to employ analogue archival of documents to ensure SCP-6368 is able to fulfil his responsibilities to the best of his ability. SCP-6368 must not be informed of his SCP status, nor of his death. SCP-6368 causes significant interference when captured by security camera, 2002 Description: SCP-6368 is the spirit of Secretary Christopher Heathers who, having died while working at Site-59, remained earthbound beyond death as a semi-corporeal eidolon-class phantasm.1 The anomaly, being semi-corporeal, is capable of interacting with the physical world, but is intangible to living and animate matter. SCP-6368 has existed in this form since his death in 1957, recorded in Event Log 6368.1: Event Log 6368.1 DATE: 1957/06/16 – BEGIN LOG – 22:45:52: Secretary Heathers is re-organizing documents in the Chimerical Hauntings2 section of the departmental archives. 22:47:20: Heathers takes a file, CH-1938-RH, from its place. 22:47:49: After reading the file’s title, Heathers continues along the aisle. 22:48:52: Secretary Heathers’ shoelaces have come untied. He steps on them, tripping over. Heathers falls forwards, dropping the file. After colliding head-first with the hardwood floor, Heathers ceases movement. Eight minutes of inactivity excised. 22:56:07: A faint glow emanates from the body of Secretary Heathers, indicating SCP-6368 has formed. As the phantasm is identical to the dead employee, his presence becomes properly evident when he begins to move. 22:56:37: SCP-6368 blinks, then raises his head, looking around. He appears transparent on security footage, and the aura surrounding him does not illuminate his environment. 22:57:14: The anomaly rises from his supine position, and begins searching the floor for File CH-1938-RH, unsuccessfully. SCP-6368’s movements are slow, but precise. 23:02:29: SCP-6368 ceases his search, and continues filing documents. While he is able to interact with the files, he has passed through his body without issue numerous times. He appears unable to notice his own corpse. 23:27:48: With documents adequately organized, SCP-6368 leaves the Chimerical Hauntings section, returning to his desk. – END OF LOG – Secretary Heathers’ death occurred late at night on a Sunday, in an area of low activity. His death, therefore, was not noticed before SCP-6368 returned to his desk. The discovery of SCP-6368’s identity as a post-mortal apparition occurred by chance the next morning, as recorded in Event Log 6368.2: Event Log 6368.2 DATE, TIME: 1957/06/17, 07:34 – BEGIN LOG – [SCP-6368 is at his desk in the reception of the Department of the Departed, organising intradepartmental events for July. He has been working since returning to his desk before midnight, and shows no signs of fatigue. Agent Dinah McLean steps out of the reception’s elevator. SCP-6368 stands to greet her.] McLean: Morning, Chris. SCP-6368: Morning. Got your latest report? McLean: Right here! How was your weekend? SCP-6368: I’ve been organising the archives: first chronologically, then alphabetically, now a unique hybrid of the two systems. Riveting stuff! [Agent McLean laughs.] SCP-6368: I’m not kidding. I started by wondering whether it’d be better to have files be ordered according to when the Department first identified them as phantasmagoric events, or according to when the first known haunting occurred. It may sound like a meaningless change but it’d really affect how we file away our medieval case fil– McLean: Well, that does sound like a lot of fun. Really. I’ve got to dash to a meeting. It’s on, uh, poltergeist retrieval. Don’t work yourself too hard! [McLean hands SCP-6368 her report, and attempts to pat him on the back. Her hand passes through the anomaly.] McLean: I– Wait. You– SCP-6368: Thanks! I do try to keep a strict timetable of work and play, of course it’s very important not to spend too much time or effort on either of the two. [McLean moves her hand through SCP-6368. He does not appear to notice.] McLean: You’re a– I just– SCP-6368: Though, recently I’ve been feeling particularly energised so I’ve felt comfortable pushing myself to get all my work done long before it’s– McLean: Chris? I think you– SCP-6368: –needed, though at the same time you may well be right, I’ve had a splitting headache all morning, of course that’s just the sort of thing you have to push through if you want to be proud of your work, and being proud of what you and I and all the rest of us are doing here is really what gets me up in the morning, or at least most mornings, I didn’t catch any sleep last night, far too busy with all the filing and such, so perhaps it’d be better to say it’s what keeps me going through the small hours of the mor– Dinah? Are you feeling okay? You’ve gone pale as anything. [Agent McLean activates a silent alarm button, located on the underside of Secretary Heathers’ desk.] McLean: You know what? I’m doing alright. Perfect. How are you? You feeling okay? Why don’t we just… let’s just chat for a second. SCP-6368: I’m… I’m fine. Are you sure you’re not feeling under the weather? You mentioned a meeting you had to get to? McLean: That– That can wait. I’d like to, uh, hear more about this filing you’ve been doing. You said it was chronological? SCP-6368: Semi-chronological. Like I was saying: I thought organising by chronological date of inception could be very beneficial for research into historical hauntings, and the like, but then I stopped myself, thinking “Chris, you dolt! You’ve forgotten all about the possibility of retrocausal hauntings!” [He laughs.] How do you forget a thing like that? Am I right? McLean: [She laughs, weakly.] Yes, yes of course. That was silly. Four minutes of extraneous dialogue excised. [Mobile Task Force Beta-00 (“Team Spirit”) storms the reception, responding to the silent alarm. Following standard procedure, MTF Beta-00 instruct Agent McLean and SCP-6368 to assume the safety position, citing a local containment breach. The two comply.] [Noting SCP-6368’s intangibility, the task force applies preliminary apparition containment procedures to McLean and SCP-6368. SCP-6368 appears largely unfazed, and continues to describe his filing system to both Agent McLean and members of β-00 while being escorted to a containment cell.] – END OF LOG – Agent McLean was discharged from containment and lauded for her handling of the situation. SCP-6368 remained in containment, under the impression that a breach had occurred, until the current procedures were devised. Secretary Heathers, photographed prior to his death. Eidolon-class entities exhibit qualities congruent with the opinions held of them at the point of death. As such, SCP-6368 remains well-organised, acutely aware of the practices of the Department of the Departed, and highly capable when performing secretarial duties. As evidenced in Event Log 6368.2, eidolon-class entities can be difficult to identify in person without physical interaction: upon reviewing the event logs, Agent McLean reported SCP-6368’s translucency to be much more noticeable on camera than in-person.3 Due to SCP-6368’s aptitude for his deceased counterpart’s responsibilities, the Department has elected to retain SCP-6368 under his pre-existing contract. SCP-6368 is presently unaware of any irregularities of his situation, as it has been deemed impractical to provide the anomaly with information pertaining to his death. SCP-6368 has been provided with a cover story: during the supposed breach of 1957/06/17, he was contaminated with an unknown (but stable) anomaly, and thus should avoid contact with living beings. An alternate event log, reporting the aforementioned circumstances, was provided for SCP-6368 to read. In a performance review one year following SCP-6368’s death, Site Director Andersen stated Secretary Heathers’ performance was “flawless”, noting his vast knowledge, his willingness to perform menial tasks without issue or complaint, and the fact that he did not require rest, recuperation, or vacation time. Addendum 6368.1: Anti-Digitization & Apparition Preservation Efforts. On 1984/01/01, during the preliminary stage of digitizing the Department of the Departed’s archives,4 it was discovered that SCP-6368 has great difficulty interacting directly with electrical devices, ostensibly due to their “animate” nature.5 A cost-benefit analysis – pitting modernising the Department against continual reliance on SCP-6368 for record-keeping, organization, and administration – found Secretary Heathers’ position within the Foundation to be nigh-irreplaceable. In addition to halting the digitization efforts, the recently-appointed Site Director Mathis ordered an update to containment procedures: regular interviews, both to ensure SCP-6368 was not likely to discover his nature as a post-mortal entity, and to identify any adjustments required to ensure he remains earthbound. These interviews have been successful but largely inconclusive. A sample is provided below: Autumn ‘Performance Review’, 1992 DATE: 1992/11/01 Agent Arthur Reilly has been interviewing SCP-6368 for 45 minutes, and is close to conclusion. The discussion has not strayed far from Heathers’ secretarial duties. – BEGIN LOG SEGMENT – SCP-6368: In many ways, you know, I consider it a hobby, too. Reilly: You do? SCP-6368: Yes! I get plenty of satisfaction from what I do here. Working for the Department– With the department. Some days I’m filing documents, other days I’m filing interviews. I never know what I’ll be doing next. Reilly: But mostly filing. SCP-6368: Mostly filing, yes. And sometimes scheduling. And correspondences, all that. But even then, the types of things I read about in my job, it feels like the world will never run out of oddities. Reilly: I’m sure. So, the past fifty or so years, they’ve been good to you? SCP-6368: Stunningly so! The first decade was somewhat rocky, but since that breach in the fifties, I’ve had energy like nothing else. Reilly: And there’s nothing the Department could do to improve your… “quality of life”? SCP-6368: Have you been looking into a cure for my condition? I understand it’s for the good of the Site, but I haven’t touched a person in… well, decades, I suppose. It’s not easy. Reilly: I can assure you, we’re doing our best, and you have my sympathy. Nothing’s come up yet, but we haven’t given up hope, and neither should you. SCP-6368: I understand. [Silence on recording] SCP-6368: I should get back to work. The transcript for the latest departmental seminar still hasn’t been edited. It’s a good one too, were you there for it? Reilly: I was busy, sorry. But you’re right, I think we can call this a successful review. If you’re ready, feel free to make your way back to– SCP-6368: Doctor Holvig spoke about the necessity for identify verification during vague-haunting scenarios. It was rather inspiring. Plenty of DoD field agents, I’m sure, neglect to ascertain all the facts when writing a report of a minor haunting. Just because the ghost you've encountered isn't possessing farmyard animals, or daubing walls in blood, it doesn't mean you can spare some detail! [Agent Reilly sighs.] SCP-6368: I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job, of course, far from it. I’m sure you’re very thorough. It just makes record-keeping difficult for folks like me, the grunts. I had one file the other week: no victim name, no entity classification, nothing. The agent marked the incident as “a trick of the light.” A trick of the light. I’m sure I’m not alone in finding that a little detail-light, am I? Hardly the sor– [The recording cuts. Agent Reilly has terminated the interview.] – END OF LOG – Throughout all quarterly interviews, SCP-6368 has never indicated any significant discomfort with his position, and there has been no indication that the post-mortal apparition will dispel himself without significant cause. SCP-6368 frequently requests updates on the project to rid him of the contamination he believes necessitates his physical isolation. Should he repeat this request, he is to be told that progress is being made, slowly. Under no circumstances should he be allowed to lose hope in this process; it is thought that this hope may be tethering him to the mortal plane. Update: 2005/03/09 After a meta-analytical review of the “unfinished business” cause of post-mortal tethering was published within the anomalous science community,6 containment specialists planned a novel series of interviews with SCP-6368. These interviews were intended to identify any major life milestones, or significant goals Secretary Heathers had had in his life, but had not attained at the point of death. Any progress towards these goals could result in the demanifestation of SCP-6368, thus it was in the interests of the Foundation to identify – and obstruct – such progress, to ensure the maintenance of the Department of the Departed’s infrastructure. The first three of these interviews occurred without incident, finding no outstanding life goals in Christopher Heathers’ personal relationships, no unfulfilled wishes within his hobbies or pastimes, and no desires relating to national or international sightseeing. The fourth, however, was focused on his professional career goals, and resulted in an unexpected outcome. The relevant portion of this interview is presented in Event Log 6368.3: Event Log 6368.3 DATE: 2005/03/08 Foreword: Operative Anna Purdie has been interviewing SCP-6368 for 20 minutes. Thus far, no desires to experience other fields of work have been identified; Secretary Heathers was happy with his largely-sedentary employment. – BEGIN LOG SEGMENT – SCP-6368: So no, I was never really up for any action. And I certainly wouldn’t be now, not at my age! Purdie: Sure, I understand. We should be able to wrap up soon, just a few more pages left on this questionnaire. SCP-6368: Don’t worry about me, I’m happy to keep going. Purdie: I’m sure. Let’s move on, anyway. Did you ever get passed up for a promotion? Did you ever feel your superiors were undeserving of their position? SCP-6368: Well, not particularly, no. I’ve felt I’ve performed my duties well. I’m living quite comfortably. Sure, I’ve seen a few yuppies climb the ladder, right past me, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m here to help my colleagues, not hinder them, you dig? Purdie: Sure. I… dig. So let me get this straight: in your sixty-odd years of employment within the Department of the Departed, you’ve never felt professionally slighted? SCP-6368: I suppose I did miss something out, but it’s really nothing. Just a hunch I’ve been holding onto far too long. Purdie: Go on. SCP-6368: I’ve been around for a while. I’ve seen this department go through a lot. Three board reshuffles, two new directors, uncountable scientific discoveries… and I’ve never been promoted, relocated, commended… Nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, just find it odd. Unlikely. Purdie: What’s your point? SCP-6368: Maybe I jinxed myself. Let me give you an example. Back in the fifties, ‘round the time of that breach? The one that’s got me all tainted with God-knows-what? The night before, I was working on a new filing system; first I tried chronological, then– Purdie: I’ve reviewed the report, I’m aware of that re-organization attempt. SCP-6368: Alright, alright. After we got the Site back under control after the breach, I went back to finish the reorganisation, and changed the whole thing. You see, I’d dropped a file the day before, and it made me realize that the sys– Purdie: Is that file CH-1938-RH? SCP-6368: That’s right! That’s the one! I couldn’t find it where I dropped it, the next day. It was just gone. And looking for it made me realize– Purdie: Oh, don’t worry about that. Like I said, I’ve been reading the reports of that incident. They found the file: it’d slipped underneath one of the shelving units and got all dusty, so the folks who were cleaning the site where you… uh, fell… they took it away to clean it up. SCP-6368: You found the file? That’s good! So my theory on the matter is– oh. [He pauses.] That’s changed things a little. [SCP-6368’s skin glows brighter, becoming incandescent.] SCP-6368: I was more than a pencil-pusher, Anna. I did have a life. Did no-one care? Purdie: What? SCP-6368: The way you all remembered me, it’s hurtful. Things are a lot clearer now. I’m through. Purdie: You’re… You’re through? [Silence on recording. SCP-6368’s hair wafts, caught by gusts of wind. His skin glows brighter.] Purdie: You’re passing on? Because of a file? SCP-6368: Isn’t it wonderful? Purdie: Fifty years of un-death over a fucking document. You are shitting me, Chris! [The wind surrounding SCP-6368 picks up speed.] SCP-6368: Please, Anna. I am at peace now. Besides, I wasn’t shitting you. I haven’t done that in– [Heathers is speaking, but his words are inaudible over the wind. He continues to glow brighter. Operative Purdie shields her eyes. The security camera is unable to adapt to the brightness.] [Thirty seconds later, the whiteout fades. Operative Purdie is alone in the interview room.] Purdie: Fuck. – END OF LOG – Reclassification to Neutralized pending, to be completed alongside large-scale modernisation of the DoD’s administration, organisation, communications, and over 80 years of archival data stored at Site-59. All agents not on active duty have been reassigned to secretarial duties for the remainder of this effort. Footnotes 1. Eidolon-class: a ghost established by and subsisting upon the opinions and memories of the living. Further details included below. 2. Hauntings in which the expressed phantasm presents with a number of animalistic features, a rare but potent occurrence dealt with by the Department of the Departed. 3. This has been hypothesised to be an attribute of all eidolon-class phantasms that come into existence without their death being observed. Given that all persons familiar with the deceased will hold the belief that they are alive, the phantasm will reflect this quality strongly. 4. In accordance with the SCP Foundation’s Interdepartmental Modernization Efforts. 5. Haney, A. (1913). Handle with Care: Measuring, Defining, and Treating the Degrees of Tangibility (pp. 178-212). Foundation Press. 6. Hardwicke, C. (2003). Get Busy Living, Stay Busy Dying: Goal-Oriented Post-Mortal Tethering. Journal Of Continued Existence, 72(2), 23-32. You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-012-EX — Eurydice, by S D Locke SCP-5520 — The Rabbit Hole, by HarryBlank ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6368" by GremlinGroup, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6368. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. secretaryheathers.jpg is a composite. 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SCP-6369 | safe | SCP-6369-B Item #: SCP-6369 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6369 is held in a standard containment locker. Requests for usage of SCP-6369 can be submitted to the Site Director of the Foundation facility nearest to the requestor's intended location. Personnel are reminded that typical usage of SCP-6369 requires payment ranging from $2 to $30 USD in value; as such, personnel should prepare currency or alternative food items of similar value prior to engaging with SCP-6369. Description: SCP-6369 is a Nokia 3310 mobile phone, with a single number saved in its contacts list. While the phone can be used to dial other numbers, none of the calls will connect. The contact listed in SCP-6369 is named ''Rat lost and found'' (this agency's "employees" are hereafter referred to as SCP-6369-A). Initiating a call to this contact connects the caller with an automated selection system, which will ask a series of questions inquiring about a lost personal possession. The caller is prompted to provide information on which item they need found, where they believe they may have lost it, and what form of payment will be given for its recovery. Of note, certain conditions are required for SCP-6369-A services to be available. If these conditions are not met, SCP-6369 will not provide questions, and will instead play a prerecorded message apologising for the inconvenience before ending the call. The conditions for activating the SCP-6369-A service carousel are as follows: The item is actually lost to the owner, instead of intentionally hidden. The caller cannot deliberately ''lose'' the item. This includes asking a second person to hide an object for them. The item was lost within the last 24 months. The item does not weigh more than 5 kg. The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of rodent traps. The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of predator animals (snakes, cats, birds of prey, etc.). The caller has payment readied before placing the call. SCP-6369-A personnel are not currently active in an alternate location. The call is placed on a weekday. If these conditions are met, an SCP-6369-A associate will manifest outside of the building the SCP-6369 call was placed from, within 30 minutes of calling. SCP-6369-A appear as a variety of fancy rats (Rattus norvegicus domestica), all seemingly directing (or driving) an autonomous robotic vacuum cleaner1 (typically, the Roomba series). They will use the aforementioned vacuums to ''knock'' on the door of the building by bumping into it. SCP-6369-A vary in which brand of robotic vacuum cleaner they bring, what breed of rat they are, and what kind of coat the rat has. The number of SCP-6369-A that manifest is dependent on the size of the building the call is placed from. Items lost in small apartments typically result in a single rat appearing. The largest noted response involved 60 rats, accompanied by 10 vacuums, in order to search a school building. SCP-6369-A, upon arriving onsite, will proceed to dismount their vacuums and search for the item specified as lost. Upon the item being found, the rat(s) will place a call to SCP-6369, and carry the item to its owner, holding said item in their mouths or using their front paws to carry heavier objects. After the item is returned, SCP-6369 rings again, and an automated voice message will request a service payment ranging from 2 to 30 US dollars. Of note: Should a caller not provide payment to SCP-6369-A, they will leave without issue; however, SCP-6369 will no longer function for that individual should they attempt to place further calls. Experimental results for recorded payments accepted by SCP-6369-A are listed below. Items accepted as payment in any format: Legal currency (paper money and coins), carrots (frozen, raw and cooked), lettuce, tomatoes, blueberries, Yogies!-brand treats Items that require preparation to be accepted: Chicken eggs (boiled for at least 8 minutes), chicken (cooked and unseasoned), fish (cooked and unseasoned), walnuts (cracked), beef (boiled, unseasoned), melons (cut into parts) Items that hold increased value with higher quality: Cheese (more expensive types of cheese usually require a lower volume payment, but multiple rats answering a call will usually only accept food in payment if it can be shared among them evenly), pet rodent dry food, ham, salami, turkey —- Rejected items: Citrus fruits (likely due to potential health risk for male rats), office supplies (e.g., pens, pencils and desk accessories), caffeinated beverages (e.g., coffee, tea, sodas), high-value items (gold watches, cellphones, etc.), products associated with animal testing SCP-6369 case studies of particular note are listed below. Caller: Dr. Langford Lost Item: Dr. Langford's keys, lost in her office. SCP-6369 Response: One rat (grey dumbo), searched for 15 minutes. Payment Given: One whole strawberry Caller: Dr. Marisa Norwood Lost Item: Dr. Norwood's notebook, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 20 rats of varying breeds on 4 vacuum cleaners, spread out after reaching the centre of the building, searched for 1 hour and 38 minutes. Payment Given: 30 dollars in paper bills Caller: Dr. Arthur Hackett Lost Item: Dr. Hackett's eyeglasses, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 17 rats on three vacuums, searched for 38 minutes Payment Given: 34 blueberries, two per rat Caller: Dr. Veritas Lost Item: Dr. Veritas' coffee cup, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 30 rats on four vacuums, searched for 1 hour and 40 minutes. Of note, the coffee cup was broken into four pieces and seemed like someone tried to crudely glue it back together, leading Dr. Veritas to believe that someone broke the cup and attempted to hide it. Payment Given: A watermelon, cut into parts to be divided between the rats Caller: Senior Researcher Laura Michalson Lost Item: S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, an apple, a pear, and a peanut butter sandwich. Lost from the breakroom fridge. SCP-6369 Response: 10 rats of varying breeds on 2 vacuum cleaners, 5 minutes, found in Dr. Arthur Hackett's personal fridge in his office. Payment Given: The apple and pear from S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, peeled from peels and cut into pieces to share over the 10 rats. Caller: Maintenance Technician Johnson Lost Item: Maintenance Technician Johnson's 15mm combination wrench, most recently seen location unknown SCP-6369 Response: One rat, which immediately climbed up M.T. Johnson's left leg and produced the wrench from one of his pockets. Payment Given: Five peas Addendum SCP-6369-1: As of most recent observations, it was noted that SCP-6369 will sometimes contract the same rat multiple times if the caller has had prior pleasant interactions with said rat. For the case of SCP-6369-B, additional unique behaviors were observed: SCP-6369-B is a black smooth-coated dumbo rat (identified by a white spot on its belly) that initially appeared in front of the containment locker of SCP-6369 after it had been used 20 times since initial containment. Standard screening indicated no anomalous qualities; the rat was assigned to Jr. Researcher Perry's office due to her familiarity with the care of its apparent species. It was noted that SCP-6369-B manifested wearing a miniature headset. It will not resist the headset being taken off, but the headset itself appears to be non-functional. SCP-6369-B will, however, resume wearing the headset after the device is returned. It is believed that the headset is an indication of authority and/or seniority. Upon subsequent uses of SCP-6369 pertaining to larger search areas, SCP-6369-B was noted to disappear from its cage while SCP-6369-A was active in a nearby location. It would then appear at the active search site, and seemingly direct the other rats' tasks using squeaking and limb gesturing. SCP-6369-B was also noted to handle the distribution of food rewards among all present SCP-6369-A. SCP-6369-B will always reappear in its Foundation holding cage after the SCP-6369-A task is complete. Interview Log SCP-6369-B-1 Interviewed: SCP-6369-B Interviewer: J.R. Evangeline Perry (assigned caretaker of SCP-6369-B) Foreword: Upon SCP-6369-B's initial appearance in front of SCP-6369's containment locker, it attempted to get the attention of nearby personnel. After displaying comprehension of human speech, SCP-6369-B was brought into an interview room outfitted with standard communication assistance tools, including a keyboard. SCP-6369-B displayed interest in the keyboard and was placed near it; the keys pressed by SCP-6369-B, when used for its responses, are transcribed below. Perry: Can you tell me your name? SCP-6369-B: IROH Perry: Thanks. Okay Iroh, are you part of the "Rat Lost and Found" program? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Why do you do it? SCP-6369-B: GOOD CLEAN RATS FIND STUFF RATS GOOD CLEAN Perry: Because you want people to know rats are clean? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: So you're helping people find things so they remember rats as good? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: I see! Well, you're doing a great job, people here really appreciate what you do. SCP-6369-B: RATS GOOD =] Perry: Did you have a human companion before? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Do you know where they are now? SCP-6369-B: [shakes its head] Perry: Were they the ones who taught you to find lost items? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Did they teach you anything else? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Can you show me? [SCP-6369-B rolls over, walks 30cm on its hind legs, jumps up, spins around its own axis and looks at Jr. Perry. Perry, having been supplied with treats prior to the interview, presented SCP-6369-B with a piece of apple. SCP-6369-B accepted the snack and started consuming it. The interview continued when SCP-6369-B finished.] Perry: So why are you here? SCP-6369-B: GOOD GOOD Perry: Is it good here? You want to stay here? SCP-6369-B: [nods] MORE RATS FIND STUFF GOOD Perry: I'd love that! I'll have to ask, but I can make arrangements for a nice big cage and some toys. Would you also like a friend? SCP-6369-B: PLS Perry: You didn't eat all the apples. …Are you going to leave the apple peel? SCP-6369-B: YE Addendum: SCP-6369-B has taken up permanent residence in the office of Jr. Researcher Perry, in a 1m x 60cm x 70cm rodent cage. It was given a non-anomalous fancy rat to keep it company. Of note: SCP-6369-B and the rat accompanying it in its cage do not show signs of aging, despite the common short life span of rats in domestication and in the wild. Addendum SCP-6369-2: SCP-6369 was initially acquired from a second-hand electronics shop. Sales records indicate that the item originally belonged to "Mr. Adrian Silverton", an elderly retiree, who passed away in 2019. Family members, when questioned, described the individual as an advocate against the negative stigma associated with pet rats, as well as an amateur software app developer. A subsequent search of the family's residence uncovered a side room filled with empty small mammal cages; family members confirmed that up to his passing, Adrian Silverton ran an animal sanctuary for surrendered pet rats. The family members claimed that all of the rats "disappeared when Grandpa Silverton passed away." Footnotes 1. Cross-referencing of serial numbers from SCP-6369-A-driven vacuums indicate that they were legitimately purchased. For some cases, it was noted that the vacuums had malfunctioned and the prior owner intended to trash them. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6369" by Labiosis, Leveritas, and Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6369. Licensed under CC-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: Iroh Hat.png Author: Labiosis License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6370 | pending | Check out my other pages on my author profile! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6370 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Interior of SCP-6370. Special Containment Procedures: Investigations into SCP-6370 are ongoing. The mechanism through which entry to SCP-6370 is gained is currently unknown, hindering research. Footage from Researcher Brandes' surveillance is currently under analysis. Stills of individuals encountered by Brandes are in the process of being compared to missing persons records. Description: SCP-6370 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly. The interior dimensions of the anomaly are as yet unknown, but are seemingly limitless. The interior is characterised by an arid, desert environment, through which runs a highway road. Based on recovered footage, there are a number of structures and inhabitants within SCP-6370. At least one inhabitant is currently believed to be native to the space. It is hypothesised that SCP-6370 has anomalous spatial and temporal properties, and that those within it experience impairment of their cognitive abilities as a potential result of this. Discovery: On the morning of 08/13/2021, Foundation Researcher Jeffrey Brandes departed Site-19 after a night shift. Upon finishing their shift, Brandes neglected to turn off and remove from his attire the mandatory recording equipment1 worn during conducted testing. At some point on the journey to his civilian residence, Brandes entered SCP-6370: [BEGIN FOOTAGE] [Brandes leaves his personal laboratory, gathers his belongings, and walks to the nearest Site checkout gate. He engages in conversation with the guard on duty, Franklin Perez:] Brandes: Have a good weekend, Frank. Perez: Thanks Jeff, you too. Are you and Lisa up to anything? Brandes: I don't think so, we'll just have a quiet one. See you Monday. [Brandes walks to vehicle bay WEST-3A and enters his civilian vehicle. He exits the site.] [The recording equipment, situated on Brandes' coat, captures the journey from his vantage point.] [The surrounding environment begins to exhibit minor deviations from baseline. Treelines grow sparser, the ground dryer.] [21 minutes into the journey, the footage undergoes a sudden degradation in quality. The sound of static is briefly heard. Brandes enters SCP-6370.] [A structure comes into view on the horizon. As Brandes drives closer, the building becomes identifiable as a diner. He mumbles to himself:] Brandes: Starving. [He signals to pull over, and drives into the diner's parking lot.] [As he does so, the camera captures a seemingly humanoid entity, covered in a dark red liquid, crouched near the far side of the building. It faces away from the camera, and is non-identifiable.2 Brandes does not appear to see the entity; if he does, he does not react.] [The car stops and Brandes steps out, forgoing locking the vehicle. He surveys the landscape; no distinguishing features can be seen. Sand, hills and the highway stretch out before him. He takes his cellular phone out his pocket, and attempts to make a series of phone calls, none of which connect. Abandoning his efforts, he begins to walk around to the front of the building.] [An unidentified elderly man comes into the camera's frame, walking down the highway in the opposite direction to Brandes. His dishevelled grey suit jacket flaps in the wind, whilst his feet are bare and bleeding. Brandes runs over to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! [With his back to the diner, Brandes places a hand on the man's shoulder. He stops and turns towards Brandes, but does not make eye contact.] Brandes: I'm… I'm not sure I'm meant to be here. I need to get back to… [he pauses.] wherever I came from. Do you know the way? UNIDENTIFIED: [Indiscernible.] Brandes: Can you speak up? I can't- UNIDENTIFIED: Keep moving. You gotta keep moving. [The man continues to mumble the phrase as Brandes responds.] Brandes: I, yes that's what I'm trying to do. Do you know where we are? [The man does not respond.] Brandes: Do you know where we are? [The man looks up, still avoiding eye contact. He begins to stare over Brandes' shoulder, his eyes widen and his breath quickens.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Oh…Oh…Oh!3 [The man turns, and begins to run down the highway, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. Brandes watches silently before turning back to the diner.] [A bell rings as Brandes opens the diner door. It appears to be empty.] Brandes: Hello? [A female voice calls out from back:] UNIDENTIFIED-II: One minute! Interior of SCP-6370. [The diner is in an unkempt state; the red leather seat covers are frayed and torn, and wood paneling pulls away from the walls. In the centre of the room, a counter in a U-shape divides the space between the seating and an area for drinks preparation. Food display units are situated on top of the counter. They are turned on, but empty. A large amount of mould grows in the back of one.] UNIDENTIFIED-II: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [Brandes situates himself in a seating booth, facing inwards to the diner, away from the highway. At the end of the row of booths, another patron is now visible. A large, bald man sits in the far corner, facing away from Brandes.] [The source of the unidentified voice becomes apparent — a server enters the room via a door next to the booth the patron is sat in. She carries a tray of food, coming from the kitchen. As the door closes, flies follow her into the room.] [Brandes pulls out his phone and, on seeing the lack of signal, begins to toggle airplane mode on and off. The server leans over the counter to grab a menu.] Server [previously UNIDENTIFIED-II]: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? Brandes: Okay, thanks. Server: Well here's our menu, can I get you- [Brandes looks up from his phone, making eye contact with the server. She pauses and stares at him. Pinned to her uniform is a nametag, degraded to the point of illegibility.] Brandes: I'm sorry, are you okay? [A loud snorting sound is heard.] Server: I- yes, I'm fine. Brandes: Do we know each other? Server: No. No, I don't think we do. [Another loud snorting sound. Brandes turns from the server, looking down the row of booths. At the end, the patron is shovelling food into his mouth with his hands at pace. The speed of consumption impinges his breathing, resulting in him respiring heavily through his nose.] [The server steps back from the table.] Server: C-can I get you some coffee to start? Brandes: That would be lovely, thank you. [A crunch reverberates throughout the diner. Brandes turns to look at the patron, who throws a glance over their shoulder; their eyes are covered by black sunglasses. They quickly resume consumption.] Server: What, err, what brings you out here anyway? [The sound of chewing begins to be heard constantly, but quietly.] Brandes: I'm just trying to get home. Server: Aren't we all? [The sound of chewing grows in volume.] [The server returns to Brandes' booth. Her face is flushed and moist.] Server: Have you had a chance to look at the menu? Brandes: Yeah, I was thinking the waffles with- Server: I'm sorry, we don't have the waffles at the moment. [Leaning over the table, the server's hand shakes as she pours the coffee. A drop of sweat falls from her forehead and lands in the cup. The chewing sounds grow increasingly louder.] Brandes: Okay, how about the eggs over easy? Server: Sorry, out of that too. [Brandes raises their voice to be heard over the chewing noises.] Brandes: Pancakes? Server: Nope. Brandes: What do you have then? Server: [indiscernible.] [The server's lips move, but the sound of chewing has grown to a volume where the words spoken cannot be discerned. She pauses for a minute, then continues. Due to the camera angle, it is unclear if Brandes is speaking too.] [The volume of the chewing noises has increased to the point of distortion. Blood begins to seep from the server's ears. She mutters a single syllable at Brandes.] [Brandes jumps from the booth and sprints out of the diner. As soon as the door closes behind him, the chewing noises cease. All that can then be heard is Brandes' laboured breathing.] [His car is absent from the parking lot.] [He begins to walk along the highway, but turns to look at the diner before leaving. The server stares at him through the window, a tear rolling down her cheek. Brandes turns back to the highway and continues walking.] [43 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes continues to walk down the highway. There have been no distinguishing landmarks or features so far. A young man appears on the horizon, walking towards Brandes. Brandes runs to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! UNIDENTIFIED: Whoa, whoa, stay back! Stay the fuck back. [As Brandes approaches, the man darts backwards, off the road. His dress shoes throw up sand against his grey suit, soiling it.] Brandes: I just wanted to know where we are! I'm trying to get home. [The man stops moving and stands in place. Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED: Have we met before? Brandes: No? I, I don't think so? UNIDENTIFIED: …okay. Guessing you must be new here then. [The man resumes walking.] UNIDENTIFIED: I'm sorry, but you can have this advice for free. Try and fight through the fog, but above all, keep moving. You hear me? You gotta keep moving. Brandes: Why? [With the distance between them growing, the man raises his voice to be heard.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Ogre. Don't let the Ogre catch you. [Brandes resumes walking.] [1 HOUR 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A large building appears ahead of Brandes, nestled behind a hill.] [19 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the windowless building. A parking lot stretches out leading out to the entrance.] Interior of SCP-6370. [The automatic doors open. Brandes enters. Lights flicker on the ceiling above him.] [The interior resembles a supermarket, but the shelves are empty. On some, empty containers and packets are scattered.] [Brandes wanders through the supermarket aisles. The shelves are high, restricting the dim shine of the lights above.] [A noise. Brandes turns around; a box rests in the centre of the aisle, dislodged from the shelf it previously rested on.] Brandes: Hello? Interior of SCP-6370. [Brandes walks to the end of the aisle and looks around the corner. A door set in the far wall slams shut. He attempts to open it, but it is locked.] [Brandes carries on searching the building.] [34 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes has been exploring the building, going from aisle to aisle, without discovery. The building appears to be larger on the inside than it appeared from outside. As he reaches the end of an aisle, he sees a "customer service" desk in the distance. A woman stands behind it.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you today? Regretfully we're out of stock of most items at the moment. Brandes: That's okay. I'm just looking for a way out of here. UNIDENTIFIED-III: The way out? It's just along the aisles, the same way you came in. Brandes: No, not out of here, out of, agh- [Brandes clutches his forehead] out of HERE, out of this place. I need to get home. UNIDENTFIED-III: Oh. Oh I'm so sorry. [Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: There's no going home. [A brief jingle plays over the building's tannoy system. This is followed by the commencement of chewing noises.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: The store's closing, Sir. I must ask you leave. [The woman glances over Brandes' shoulder. The lights flicker.] Brandes: What do you mean by that? UNIDENTIFIED-III: Sir, please- [A shuffling noise is heard behind Brandes.] Brandes: Why can't I go home? [A figure shuffles into frame and walks behind the desk. They situate themselves directly behind the woman. It is the patron from the diner.] Brandes: Hey, sorry but we're having a conver- UNIDENTIFIED-III: Be quiet. [Up close, the features of the patron are more discernible. Its skin is grey and mottled, and what earlier appeared to be a nose is in fact crude makeup drawn on a flat surface. Despite this, it leans in towards the woman, and proceeds to emit a series of sounds similar to sniffing. The woman stares directly forward.] [The patron opens its mouth; a long, grey tongue falls out. It lands on the woman's shoulder, and licks all the way up to her ear before it retracts back into its mouth.] [With a grunting noise, the patron opens its mouth and bites down with force on the woman's upper trapezius muscle. Once its teeth are embedded, it does not release its bite.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Run. [The patron jerks its head upwards, pulling back layers of muscle and tendon. Blood sprays from ruptured vessels, covering Brandes in a red mist.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: RUN. [Brandes turns and begins to sprint, but slips in the blood. He hits the floor as blood continues to splatter over him. The lights begin to flicker rapidly.] [He stands and staggers forward, breaking into a run.] [16 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [After running past a vast number of aisles, Brandes returns to the building entrance. As the doors begin to automatically open, he forces his body through the gap between them and continues to sprint.] [The sky is dark red.] [He moves through the parking lot, and back onto the highway.] [58 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes, still running down the highway, trips and falls. He grazes his leg on the tarmac, but quickly stands and resumes moving.] [3 HOURS 38 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [For the first time since returning to the highway, Brandes turns around. Several meters behind him, the diner patron stands, motionless, in the middle of the road. He resumes moving.] [7 HOURS 22 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes slows his run, leans forward, and vomits. Afterwards, he resumes moving.] [15 HOURS 41 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A building appears on the horizon.] [55 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the building, and slumps down against the wall, next to a door. Still covered in the woman's blood, he begins to hyperventilate.] Brandes: I don't…I can't make…sense… [Running his hands down his torso, Brandes notices the surveillance camera. He angles it to point towards his face.] Brandes: If this is transmitting… [He appears pained when trying to speak.] Brandes: Found myself in…here. Time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. Cognition is dulled. Hazy. Can't remember where I've been or going. Tell Lisa… time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. I've found myself in this space, unsure- [The door Brandes is slumped by flies open, and a figure emerges.] Brandes: No! No, no ,no! [The patron lurches forward, and grabs Brandes by his coat lapels. As it does, its black sunglasses fall off its face. Behind them, two small, birdlike eyes are nestled within rolls of flesh. The surface of the eyes is completely black.] [Brandes grasps onto the doorframe as the patron pulls him into the building. His grasp falters, and he is dragged through, falling through fly-filled air onto a tiled floor.] [The patron leans in over Brandes, and begins to emit sniffing noises. Viscous pus drips from the skin folds of its neck, landing on Brandes' chest.] [Brandes raises his hands, attempting to push the patron away.] [The patron opens its mouth. Its teeth are square, appearing too large for the mouth in which they reside. Its grey, ulcered tongue rests between the bottom set.] [Brandes screams as the patron bites down on his left hand. Half his ring finger and the entirety of his middle and index finger are avulsed. The patron begins to chew.] [It turns around and emits a low, guttural squealing sound, spraying half-chewed flesh as it does. A woman walks into frame — the server.] Brandes: Help…help me… [The server moves to approach Brandes but is met by another vocalisation from the patron. It turns to her and gnashes its teeth, lurching its head in her direction.] Server: Okay, okay! [Brandes moans as the server backs away. He rolls on the ground.] [A dragging sound is heard. Brandes steadies his movement, and props himself up on his right elbow. His left hand bleeds continually. From this vantage point, cupboards, a stove, and worktop counters can be seen. The server pulls a meat grinder along the latter, towards Brandes and the patron.] [Brandes attempts to move. The patron jumps on top of him, pinning him in place. The view from the camera is obscured. Screaming can be heard.] [Two minutes later, the patron draws back, pulling away from Brandes' face. Large scraps of skin and flesh hang out a blood soaked mouth. Brandes does not move. The server stands by the grinder, quietly crying.] [The patron rests its left hand on Brandes' stomach, and begins to repeatedly pull his right leg. Tearing sounds are heard, followed by a popping as the femur dislocates from the hip bone.] [Opening its mouth and unfurling its tongue, the patron holds aloft the severed leg. The tongue descends into the centre of the femur bone and undulates, dislodging the bone marrow within. The offal is lifted into the patron's mouth. The tongue descends into the bone again. As it does, an ulcer pops, spraying a yellow liquid outwards.] [Empty of marrow, the leg is discarded. The patron's tongue licks its face, gathering the blood and smearing the drawn on nose.] [The patron turns, and walks out of shot. A door is heard opening then closing.] [Now holding a kitchen knife, the server walks up to the leg, picks it up, and carries it to the meat grinder. She begins to slice chunks of flesh into the machine's inlet.] [A bell is heard. The server drops the remnants of the leg on the floor.] UNKNOWN-IV: Hello? [As a voice calls out from offscreen, the server turns the grinder's crank.] Server: One minute! [As the crank turns, the meat is ground to mince, falling unceremoniously onto a waiting plate.] Server: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [The server wipes her eyes, before inhaling deeply. She picks up the plate and walks offscreen.] [A door is heard opening then closing.] Server: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? [FOOTAGE CEASES TRANSMISSION.] Footnotes 1. Microcamera and microphone. 2. Analysis hindered by video footage and lack of screen time and focus. 3. Accuracy of transcription unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6370" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6370. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6370 | uncontained | Check out my other pages on my author profile! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6370 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Interior of SCP-6370. Special Containment Procedures: Investigations into SCP-6370 are ongoing. The mechanism through which entry to SCP-6370 is gained is currently unknown, hindering research. Footage from Researcher Brandes' surveillance is currently under analysis. Stills of individuals encountered by Brandes are in the process of being compared to missing persons records. Description: SCP-6370 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly. The interior dimensions of the anomaly are as yet unknown, but are seemingly limitless. The interior is characterised by an arid, desert environment, through which runs a highway road. Based on recovered footage, there are a number of structures and inhabitants within SCP-6370. At least one inhabitant is currently believed to be native to the space. It is hypothesised that SCP-6370 has anomalous spatial and temporal properties, and that those within it experience impairment of their cognitive abilities as a potential result of this. Discovery: On the morning of 08/13/2021, Foundation Researcher Jeffrey Brandes departed Site-19 after a night shift. Upon finishing their shift, Brandes neglected to turn off and remove from his attire the mandatory recording equipment1 worn during conducted testing. At some point on the journey to his civilian residence, Brandes entered SCP-6370: [BEGIN FOOTAGE] [Brandes leaves his personal laboratory, gathers his belongings, and walks to the nearest Site checkout gate. He engages in conversation with the guard on duty, Franklin Perez:] Brandes: Have a good weekend, Frank. Perez: Thanks Jeff, you too. Are you and Lisa up to anything? Brandes: I don't think so, we'll just have a quiet one. See you Monday. [Brandes walks to vehicle bay WEST-3A and enters his civilian vehicle. He exits the site.] [The recording equipment, situated on Brandes' coat, captures the journey from his vantage point.] [The surrounding environment begins to exhibit minor deviations from baseline. Treelines grow sparser, the ground dryer.] [21 minutes into the journey, the footage undergoes a sudden degradation in quality. The sound of static is briefly heard. Brandes enters SCP-6370.] [A structure comes into view on the horizon. As Brandes drives closer, the building becomes identifiable as a diner. He mumbles to himself:] Brandes: Starving. [He signals to pull over, and drives into the diner's parking lot.] [As he does so, the camera captures a seemingly humanoid entity, covered in a dark red liquid, crouched near the far side of the building. It faces away from the camera, and is non-identifiable.2 Brandes does not appear to see the entity; if he does, he does not react.] [The car stops and Brandes steps out, forgoing locking the vehicle. He surveys the landscape; no distinguishing features can be seen. Sand, hills and the highway stretch out before him. He takes his cellular phone out his pocket, and attempts to make a series of phone calls, none of which connect. Abandoning his efforts, he begins to walk around to the front of the building.] [An unidentified elderly man comes into the camera's frame, walking down the highway in the opposite direction to Brandes. His dishevelled grey suit jacket flaps in the wind, whilst his feet are bare and bleeding. Brandes runs over to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! [With his back to the diner, Brandes places a hand on the man's shoulder. He stops and turns towards Brandes, but does not make eye contact.] Brandes: I'm… I'm not sure I'm meant to be here. I need to get back to… [he pauses.] wherever I came from. Do you know the way? UNIDENTIFIED: [Indiscernible.] Brandes: Can you speak up? I can't- UNIDENTIFIED: Keep moving. You gotta keep moving. [The man continues to mumble the phrase as Brandes responds.] Brandes: I, yes that's what I'm trying to do. Do you know where we are? [The man does not respond.] Brandes: Do you know where we are? [The man looks up, still avoiding eye contact. He begins to stare over Brandes' shoulder, his eyes widen and his breath quickens.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Oh…Oh…Oh!3 [The man turns, and begins to run down the highway, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. Brandes watches silently before turning back to the diner.] [A bell rings as Brandes opens the diner door. It appears to be empty.] Brandes: Hello? [A female voice calls out from back:] UNIDENTIFIED-II: One minute! Interior of SCP-6370. [The diner is in an unkempt state; the red leather seat covers are frayed and torn, and wood paneling pulls away from the walls. In the centre of the room, a counter in a U-shape divides the space between the seating and an area for drinks preparation. Food display units are situated on top of the counter. They are turned on, but empty. A large amount of mould grows in the back of one.] UNIDENTIFIED-II: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [Brandes situates himself in a seating booth, facing inwards to the diner, away from the highway. At the end of the row of booths, another patron is now visible. A large, bald man sits in the far corner, facing away from Brandes.] [The source of the unidentified voice becomes apparent — a server enters the room via a door next to the booth the patron is sat in. She carries a tray of food, coming from the kitchen. As the door closes, flies follow her into the room.] [Brandes pulls out his phone and, on seeing the lack of signal, begins to toggle airplane mode on and off. The server leans over the counter to grab a menu.] Server [previously UNIDENTIFIED-II]: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? Brandes: Okay, thanks. Server: Well here's our menu, can I get you- [Brandes looks up from his phone, making eye contact with the server. She pauses and stares at him. Pinned to her uniform is a nametag, degraded to the point of illegibility.] Brandes: I'm sorry, are you okay? [A loud snorting sound is heard.] Server: I- yes, I'm fine. Brandes: Do we know each other? Server: No. No, I don't think we do. [Another loud snorting sound. Brandes turns from the server, looking down the row of booths. At the end, the patron is shovelling food into his mouth with his hands at pace. The speed of consumption impinges his breathing, resulting in him respiring heavily through his nose.] [The server steps back from the table.] Server: C-can I get you some coffee to start? Brandes: That would be lovely, thank you. [A crunch reverberates throughout the diner. Brandes turns to look at the patron, who throws a glance over their shoulder; their eyes are covered by black sunglasses. They quickly resume consumption.] Server: What, err, what brings you out here anyway? [The sound of chewing begins to be heard constantly, but quietly.] Brandes: I'm just trying to get home. Server: Aren't we all? [The sound of chewing grows in volume.] [The server returns to Brandes' booth. Her face is flushed and moist.] Server: Have you had a chance to look at the menu? Brandes: Yeah, I was thinking the waffles with- Server: I'm sorry, we don't have the waffles at the moment. [Leaning over the table, the server's hand shakes as she pours the coffee. A drop of sweat falls from her forehead and lands in the cup. The chewing sounds grow increasingly louder.] Brandes: Okay, how about the eggs over easy? Server: Sorry, out of that too. [Brandes raises their voice to be heard over the chewing noises.] Brandes: Pancakes? Server: Nope. Brandes: What do you have then? Server: [indiscernible.] [The server's lips move, but the sound of chewing has grown to a volume where the words spoken cannot be discerned. She pauses for a minute, then continues. Due to the camera angle, it is unclear if Brandes is speaking too.] [The volume of the chewing noises has increased to the point of distortion. Blood begins to seep from the server's ears. She mutters a single syllable at Brandes.] [Brandes jumps from the booth and sprints out of the diner. As soon as the door closes behind him, the chewing noises cease. All that can then be heard is Brandes' laboured breathing.] [His car is absent from the parking lot.] [He begins to walk along the highway, but turns to look at the diner before leaving. The server stares at him through the window, a tear rolling down her cheek. Brandes turns back to the highway and continues walking.] [43 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes continues to walk down the highway. There have been no distinguishing landmarks or features so far. A young man appears on the horizon, walking towards Brandes. Brandes runs to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! UNIDENTIFIED: Whoa, whoa, stay back! Stay the fuck back. [As Brandes approaches, the man darts backwards, off the road. His dress shoes throw up sand against his grey suit, soiling it.] Brandes: I just wanted to know where we are! I'm trying to get home. [The man stops moving and stands in place. Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED: Have we met before? Brandes: No? I, I don't think so? UNIDENTIFIED: …okay. Guessing you must be new here then. [The man resumes walking.] UNIDENTIFIED: I'm sorry, but you can have this advice for free. Try and fight through the fog, but above all, keep moving. You hear me? You gotta keep moving. Brandes: Why? [With the distance between them growing, the man raises his voice to be heard.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Ogre. Don't let the Ogre catch you. [Brandes resumes walking.] [1 HOUR 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A large building appears ahead of Brandes, nestled behind a hill.] [19 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the windowless building. A parking lot stretches out leading out to the entrance.] Interior of SCP-6370. [The automatic doors open. Brandes enters. Lights flicker on the ceiling above him.] [The interior resembles a supermarket, but the shelves are empty. On some, empty containers and packets are scattered.] [Brandes wanders through the supermarket aisles. The shelves are high, restricting the dim shine of the lights above.] [A noise. Brandes turns around; a box rests in the centre of the aisle, dislodged from the shelf it previously rested on.] Brandes: Hello? Interior of SCP-6370. [Brandes walks to the end of the aisle and looks around the corner. A door set in the far wall slams shut. He attempts to open it, but it is locked.] [Brandes carries on searching the building.] [34 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes has been exploring the building, going from aisle to aisle, without discovery. The building appears to be larger on the inside than it appeared from outside. As he reaches the end of an aisle, he sees a "customer service" desk in the distance. A woman stands behind it.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you today? Regretfully we're out of stock of most items at the moment. Brandes: That's okay. I'm just looking for a way out of here. UNIDENTIFIED-III: The way out? It's just along the aisles, the same way you came in. Brandes: No, not out of here, out of, agh- [Brandes clutches his forehead] out of HERE, out of this place. I need to get home. UNIDENTFIED-III: Oh. Oh I'm so sorry. [Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: There's no going home. [A brief jingle plays over the building's tannoy system. This is followed by the commencement of chewing noises.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: The store's closing, Sir. I must ask you leave. [The woman glances over Brandes' shoulder. The lights flicker.] Brandes: What do you mean by that? UNIDENTIFIED-III: Sir, please- [A shuffling noise is heard behind Brandes.] Brandes: Why can't I go home? [A figure shuffles into frame and walks behind the desk. They situate themselves directly behind the woman. It is the patron from the diner.] Brandes: Hey, sorry but we're having a conver- UNIDENTIFIED-III: Be quiet. [Up close, the features of the patron are more discernible. Its skin is grey and mottled, and what earlier appeared to be a nose is in fact crude makeup drawn on a flat surface. Despite this, it leans in towards the woman, and proceeds to emit a series of sounds similar to sniffing. The woman stares directly forward.] [The patron opens its mouth; a long, grey tongue falls out. It lands on the woman's shoulder, and licks all the way up to her ear before it retracts back into its mouth.] [With a grunting noise, the patron opens its mouth and bites down with force on the woman's upper trapezius muscle. Once its teeth are embedded, it does not release its bite.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Run. [The patron jerks its head upwards, pulling back layers of muscle and tendon. Blood sprays from ruptured vessels, covering Brandes in a red mist.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: RUN. [Brandes turns and begins to sprint, but slips in the blood. He hits the floor as blood continues to splatter over him. The lights begin to flicker rapidly.] [He stands and staggers forward, breaking into a run.] [16 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [After running past a vast number of aisles, Brandes returns to the building entrance. As the doors begin to automatically open, he forces his body through the gap between them and continues to sprint.] [The sky is dark red.] [He moves through the parking lot, and back onto the highway.] [58 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes, still running down the highway, trips and falls. He grazes his leg on the tarmac, but quickly stands and resumes moving.] [3 HOURS 38 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [For the first time since returning to the highway, Brandes turns around. Several meters behind him, the diner patron stands, motionless, in the middle of the road. He resumes moving.] [7 HOURS 22 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes slows his run, leans forward, and vomits. Afterwards, he resumes moving.] [15 HOURS 41 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A building appears on the horizon.] [55 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the building, and slumps down against the wall, next to a door. Still covered in the woman's blood, he begins to hyperventilate.] Brandes: I don't…I can't make…sense… [Running his hands down his torso, Brandes notices the surveillance camera. He angles it to point towards his face.] Brandes: If this is transmitting… [He appears pained when trying to speak.] Brandes: Found myself in…here. Time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. Cognition is dulled. Hazy. Can't remember where I've been or going. Tell Lisa… time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. I've found myself in this space, unsure- [The door Brandes is slumped by flies open, and a figure emerges.] Brandes: No! No, no ,no! [The patron lurches forward, and grabs Brandes by his coat lapels. As it does, its black sunglasses fall off its face. Behind them, two small, birdlike eyes are nestled within rolls of flesh. The surface of the eyes is completely black.] [Brandes grasps onto the doorframe as the patron pulls him into the building. His grasp falters, and he is dragged through, falling through fly-filled air onto a tiled floor.] [The patron leans in over Brandes, and begins to emit sniffing noises. Viscous pus drips from the skin folds of its neck, landing on Brandes' chest.] [Brandes raises his hands, attempting to push the patron away.] [The patron opens its mouth. Its teeth are square, appearing too large for the mouth in which they reside. Its grey, ulcered tongue rests between the bottom set.] [Brandes screams as the patron bites down on his left hand. Half his ring finger and the entirety of his middle and index finger are avulsed. The patron begins to chew.] [It turns around and emits a low, guttural squealing sound, spraying half-chewed flesh as it does. A woman walks into frame — the server.] Brandes: Help…help me… [The server moves to approach Brandes but is met by another vocalisation from the patron. It turns to her and gnashes its teeth, lurching its head in her direction.] Server: Okay, okay! [Brandes moans as the server backs away. He rolls on the ground.] [A dragging sound is heard. Brandes steadies his movement, and props himself up on his right elbow. His left hand bleeds continually. From this vantage point, cupboards, a stove, and worktop counters can be seen. The server pulls a meat grinder along the latter, towards Brandes and the patron.] [Brandes attempts to move. The patron jumps on top of him, pinning him in place. The view from the camera is obscured. Screaming can be heard.] [Two minutes later, the patron draws back, pulling away from Brandes' face. Large scraps of skin and flesh hang out a blood soaked mouth. Brandes does not move. The server stands by the grinder, quietly crying.] [The patron rests its left hand on Brandes' stomach, and begins to repeatedly pull his right leg. Tearing sounds are heard, followed by a popping as the femur dislocates from the hip bone.] [Opening its mouth and unfurling its tongue, the patron holds aloft the severed leg. The tongue descends into the centre of the femur bone and undulates, dislodging the bone marrow within. The offal is lifted into the patron's mouth. The tongue descends into the bone again. As it does, an ulcer pops, spraying a yellow liquid outwards.] [Empty of marrow, the leg is discarded. The patron's tongue licks its face, gathering the blood and smearing the drawn on nose.] [The patron turns, and walks out of shot. A door is heard opening then closing.] [Now holding a kitchen knife, the server walks up to the leg, picks it up, and carries it to the meat grinder. She begins to slice chunks of flesh into the machine's inlet.] [A bell is heard. The server drops the remnants of the leg on the floor.] UNKNOWN-IV: Hello? [As a voice calls out from offscreen, the server turns the grinder's crank.] Server: One minute! [As the crank turns, the meat is ground to mince, falling unceremoniously onto a waiting plate.] Server: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [The server wipes her eyes, before inhaling deeply. She picks up the plate and walks offscreen.] [A door is heard opening then closing.] Server: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? [FOOTAGE CEASES TRANSMISSION.] Footnotes 1. Microcamera and microphone. 2. Analysis hindered by video footage and lack of screen time and focus. 3. Accuracy of transcription unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6370" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6370. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6371 | archon | /* 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: "The SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "To Secure, Contain, and Protect."; color: black; } WE DIE IN THE DARK close Info X SCP-6371: "The Original" More by this author? Written by Liryn ! WARNING ! WORLDWIDE SITE LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS BY THE AUTHORITY OF SCP FOUNDATION GENERAL COMMAND DISSOLUTION IN: 349 DAYS Be advised! Access to SCP-6371's documentation is Level 5/GENERAL restricted. SCP Foundation resources running exceedingly low. Emergency protocols enacted; all secondary files indefinitely placed under Level 5/GENERAL clearance. Primary files available to all remaining personnel for reasons of cogency. [ACCESS GRANTED] Item #: SCP-6371 Special Containment Procedures: A 1.45km parcel of land surrounding SCP-6371 has been acquired by the SCP Foundation. Routine patrols are conducted to maintain security, and to dissuade potential trespassers. Any and all persons attempting to enter SCP-6371 without sufficient authorization will be destroyed on sight. The preservation of SCP-6371's containment status following the projected near-total decline of ancillary SCP Foundation resources is not guaranteed. Description: SCP-6371 is a small, dilapidated, and abandoned industrial warehouse, located in a remote tundra belonging to Yamalia, Northern Russia. SCP-6371 is accessible via a single steel door. Within, a glossy black placard is bolted to a section of wall, above the door's reverse-side: PROPERTY OF THE SCP FOUNDATION The door was found unlocked upon discovery, with a broken padlock laying on the floor. Appendix: SCP-6371 possesses a total of three (3) accessible rooms; the remainder of its interior has either collapsed or is presently unexplored due to alternative obstructions. I. The first room: a mid-sized, cuboid space, features broken and grimy tile walls, as well as five (5) rectangular support beams — arranged in a circular shape surrounding a central shattered skylight. Water runoff continuously drips from an exposed gutter above a damaged section of ceiling, creating a shallow brackish puddle encompassing much of the room's floor space. Scattered across the room is a disorderly collection of various wooden boxes, upturned chairs, empty ammunition crates, folding tables, metal barrels, rusty nuts and bolts, glass shards, and sodden papers. The room's east wall, covered in sheets of corrugated metal, features a corroded SCP Foundation insignia, tarnished with several long scratch marks. The words: WE DIE IN THE DARK SO YOU CAN LIVE IN THE LIGHT are carved into a damaged concrete pilaster below this insignia. A set of industrial double-doors on the room's north side, outfitted with hazard symbols, opens into a short, dark antechamber. It leads to the summit of a winding steel staircase — illuminated by an overhead fluorescent bulb. A decaying female corpse was found laying at the top of this staircase, with a ruptured trachea and broken collarbone. Descension of the stairs will result in entry to SCP-6371's second constituent room. II. SCP-6371's secondary area is long and vestibular, leading into a wider section. It is entirely unlit; detailing on the ceiling suggests that an array of pre-existing light fixtures have been uninstalled. The room's integrity is highly unstable; malformed rebar springs from damaged sections of the upper walls; cracks perperate much of the walls and ceiling. The floor is daubed in a thin layer of algae growth. Sections of the floor are tarnished with soot, as well as an unidentified red-orange substance; a torn lab coat, resting on a table, is stained with the same substance. At the end of the room, at the far wall of the adjoining section, is a long series of heavily corroded cast-iron doors: each outfitted with a large padlock; a small bolted-on placard (bearing an embossed inscription); a plethora of rusted chains. Each of the doors opens into a small, cuboid chamber, fitted with a barred window — allowing a streak of bright natural light to illuminate the interior. All chambers have been forcibly entered. Access relevant data below. + Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required - Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required Placard Name THE COLLECTOR Chamber Contents A large worn sack, containing a multitude of broken animal bones, as well as a dark oily substance, which bubbles at the bottom of the bag. THE CLICK An empty wooden crate. A streak of yellow paint is visible on the crate's left side. A drain in the corner of the chamber routinely produces a gurgling sound. THE PROPHECY A pile of dead leaves, covering a weathered longsword. When approached, the leaves are gently blown into the air by a gust of wind, and return to their previous position. THE IDIOT A rusted steel scythe rests against the chamber wall, next to a pair of well-polished boots. Rose petals dot the floor. THE TERRIFIER Bite marks are visible across the entirety of the chamber floor. A lock of rough, dark hair was found wrapped around a window bar, which was blown out of the window upon approach. THE CYNIC A brass necklace, resting in a puddle of saltwater. THE UNDOER The chamber is empty. Agents unilaterally reported overwhelming anxiety whenever alone inside of the chamber. THE TRUTH A broken pair of handcuffs. Markings on the dirty floor indicate a violent altercation. THE MEMORY A canine skeleton, surrounded by dead flowers. THE SANCTUM The interior of the chamber is completely covered in mold. THE BEAST A broken strobe light, adjacent to a pair of welding goggles. Small black marks dot the floor. III. A short black door, located to the right of the row of chamber doors, leads into SCP-6371's third accessible area: It is an unlit, narrow corridor, turning at a 90-degree angle. The broken tile walls of the previous room have transitioned into dark concrete; the floor is wet. At the end of the corridor, a heavy cast-iron door exists. It is welded shut, and blocked by a pile of rubble. No other access points exist elsewhere in the structure, providing entry to this region. Conclusion: Exploration of SCP-6371 is under indefinite standby. Resources will be put towards prolonging the lifespan of the SCP Foundation, as dictated by General Command. DISSOLUTION IN: 60 DAYS Update: Reserve agents were alerted to SCP-6371 whereupon a low, droning sound emanated from the structure for a period of roughly four (4) minutes — heard from a distance of ~5km. Tentative investigation uncovered that the pile of rubble, previously blocking the cast-iron door in SCP-6371's third section, was missing. Additionally, swathes of rubble had been removed from other regions of the building; large portions of grime, dirt, and invasive plant life were also missing. Following a period of rumination, the cast-iron door was forced open. IV. Located behind a heavy, cast-iron door in SCP-6371's previous section, the fourth area is split into two distinguished sub-sections. IV.I is a long, narrow, hallway. It leads toward a set of stone steps. A placard, bolted to the wall adjacent to these steps, reads as follows: YOU'VE ACTUALLY BEEN HERE BEFORE. WE JUST MADE SURE YOU FORGOT. IV.II, accessible via the aforementioned steps, is a large, circular room, featuring a central dais. An SCP Foundation insignia is carved into the dais. A dark monolith, placed in the center of the insignia, features an array of engraved SCP Foundation insignias; each iteration differs slightly in design. Examples include: An iteration of the insignia featuring five (5) central arrows; An iteration of the insignia wherein there are no central arrows; An iteration of the insignia which is shaped like a hexagon; An iteration of the insignia that is upside-down; An iteration of the insignia featuring an upside-down triangle, represented in negative space. A plaque, placed above the array of insignias, reads as follows: THE ORIGINAL DISSOLUTION IN: 0 DAYS V. + Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required - Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required THE SCULPTURE Chamber Contents ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6371" by Liryn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6371. Licensed under CC-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: story.jpg Name: Abandoned military facilities on Adak Island. 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SCP-6372 | euclid | close Info X Co-written by JakdragonX and Ralliston JakdragonX's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage JakdragonX's AND Ralliston's Shared Authorpage by JakdragonX and Ralliston Fig 1.1: Digital recreation of the rune string present on SCP-6372's outside. Item №: SCP-6372 Special Containment Procedures: The star system in which SCP-6372 is located within must remain closed off from public access under the guise of a highly unstable reality, caused by prior en masse testing of Lang Distortion Drives. All civilians entering through are to be detained, amnesticized, and released as per standard protocol. Provisional Site-6372 has been established at the top of SCP-6372 for further research. Finding a viable way of entry into the structure and deciphering the symbols it bears should be considered an utmost priority. Description: SCP-6372 is a massive1 stone monolith, located on the surface of BU-45996-V2 and piercing into its exosphere. It is solely constructed from a currently unidentified smooth, black, and seemingly indestructible material. Despite this, engravings with, as of yet, untranslated runes regularly appear on its surface. As of writing, these runes do not correlate to any language known by humanity, the Martians, the taronyu, or otherwise, as depicted in Fig 1.1. Foundation empaths and telepaths claim the symbols emanate a "worried feeling of abandonment." The exact meaning of this and the translation of the symbols discovered are still being compiled by Provisional Site-6372 personnel. Although SCP-6372 bears no points of entry, a Foundation scan revealed the structure to be hollow inside after just 10 meters of wall depth, forming approximately 9 959 km3 of emptiness within. What — if anything — resides there currently remains unknown. From inside, the monolith itself constantly exudes a notable buzzing sound — whether this is caused by some unidentified property of the stone it was built with or is made by additional anomalous phenomena within the structure itself remains under investigation. A clarification for my colleagues: it is not just the sound of "buzzing" that has piqued our interests. We are aware of multiple materials that emanate similar sounds — this, in and of itself, is no different. While the document is not technically incorrect, it severely lacks specificity and context. Beyond the aptly put "buzzing" are faint echos, reminiscent of undecipherable whispers. Myself and many others have heard it during our research. Further deeper the sounds are louder — almost as if a loud drum was being played somewhere inside. Really, there is a certain rhythm within SCP-6372; and its songs are what truly intrigue us. Whatever it may be — we must know the truth. — Dr. Stephen, SCP-6372 Research Team Lead SCP-6372 has been, thus far, entirely resistant to every type of damage the Foundation attempted to inflict on it, anomalous or not. This property seems to also extend to immunity to weather patterns and standard physical forces that should affect the structure.3 This trait has ensured that any approximation of the structure's age, research into its exact composition, or further analysis of its characteristics remains impossible by current means. The only thing that can be extrapolated about SCP-6372 from currently available data is the fact that it is not native to the planet it is located on. Addendum 6372-1: SCP-6372 Entry Attempts Following extensive study regarding SCP-6372, Provisional Site-6372 personnel have come to the conclusion that further research and understanding of the structure's purpose is entirely unfeasible without gaining entry inside it. As such, the usage of direct force in hopes of achieving this has been authorized by Overwatch Command. Additionally, an official request for the deployment of a linguopath4 to SCP-6372 was put forward. The request was later approved, but the expected arrival time for the aforementioned asset was determined for the next decade due to project overload. In the meantime, entry testing officially began for SCP-6372. Attached below is the log of Foundation attempts to breach the structure via the utilization of technology shipped to Provisional Site-6372 by supply spaceships. Test Number Technique Utilized Results #1 Standard diamond drill No effect. Item broke upon prolonged contact with SCP-6372's surface. #3 Nuclear-powered Deep-space Mining Satelite (NDMS), operating from BU-45996-V's orbit The device operated non-stop for a week until its power supply had run out; whilst the part of SCP-6372 it was targeted at did not break, its surface temperature has increased by 0.0002°C. #10 Standard Deep-space Mining Explosive (SDME) Upon exploding, the asset ionized the entirety of BU-45996-V's atmosphere around the part of SCP-6372 it was focused on. The structure itself yielded no damage. #12 Thaumaturgy Numerous thaumaturgic rituals ranging from alchemical mass exchange through focused rays of energy to attempted ripping of the material from the inside out were attempted by shipped Thaumaturgy Department personnel. All of them have invariably failed — research staff have concluded that the material SCP-6372 is composed of is a perfect thaumaturgic isolator. #14 Nuclear bombardment A nuclear missile was detonated at the bottom of SCP-6372. Following the dissolvement of the mushroom cloud that was formed during the explosion, research staff determined the blast peeled away 1 μm of SCP-6372's shell in the radius of the blast. Although this was noted to have indeed damaged the structure, further testing with this method has been deemed impossible, as total forced entry into SCP-6372 would require the usage of approximately 10 000 000 warheads, should identical blasts deal the same amount of damage to the walls. #21 Entry via the usage of a Bifrost Engine-powered ship5 Following the activation of the engine, SCP-6372 still persisted within the zero-reality space, still present, not allowing for the ship to bypass it; the exact meaning of this remains unclear. #26 Localized total reality breakdown, as initially utilized by Lang Distortion Drives Pieces of technology previously used within the LDD were targeted at the part of local reality that was the walls of SCP-6372, removing the concept of baseline laws of physics from it to allow destruction attempts. Despite this, SCP-6372 remained indifferent, suggesting it adheres to different laws of physics that the ones present in baseline reality. [Following the failure of all the above methods, the request for utilizing anomalies in the process of attempted entry into SCP-6372 has now been officially approved] #35 SCP-37946 SCP-6372 was struck once using SCP-3794. However, it remained unaffected by the weapon's anomalous effect, suggesting it is entirely non-biological in composition. #50 SCP-2977 Although SCP-6372's surface temperature increased significantly as a result of the application of SCP-297 at its highest setting, no other structural changes were observed. SCP-297 eventually broke after 3 hours of continuous use, and has since been reclassified as Neutralized. #61 SCP-0638 SCP-063 was applied to the base of SCP-6372, removing all dust and foreign particles present on its surface. No damage to SCP-6372 was observed. Further testing with SCP-063 has been put on hold indefinitely due to concerns over the possibility of its unintentional neutralization. #68 SCP-61619 Addendum 6372-2: Provisional Site-6372 Exploration Shortly after the commencement of the most recent test entry, all contact with Provisional Site-6372 was abruptly lost. For this reason, the results of the aforementioned test remain unknown. A fleet of recovery ships was promptly sent to investigate and ascertain the status of Provisional Site-6372. Upon arrival, the Foundation came to find the Provisional Site having been destroyed entirely. Its structure had seemingly melted, and all on-site personnel were reduced to skeletons. Their suits and apparatus were likewise rendered unusable. Following further examination, SCP-6372 was verified to have been breached. A small, several centimeter opening was found at the northern-most face, roughly 1.25 m above ground-level. A single broken knife handle was found nearby, with additional skeletons surrounding it and the opening. Personnel peering into the structure from the opening reported it being empty, and that it appeared to be composed entirely out of cake from the inside. On the southern and opposite side of SCP-6372, another larger breach was also discovered. Cake material scattered several kilometers away from the opening indicates that a sudden large explosion was the cause of the breach. SCP-6372 was also noted to have been silent for the first time since its discovery. Despite the apparent loss of all data stored at Provisional Site-6372, the unsealing of its Exclusionary Deepwell Archives revealed a record of all data transfers into and out of the Site. Among standard project files previously submitted to the inter-Foundation SCiPNET databases, a single edit request was found that had not received authorization. The edit request in question was submitted by the account of Samantha Baker,10 containing a singular sentence with a message titled "SCP-6372 Translation". Its exact meaning — and importance to SCP-6372 and the Site's fate, if applicable — remains unknown. It is attached below. This is not a place of honor. Footnotes 1. Precisely 10 km x 10 km x 100 km in size. 2. A rogue terrestrial planet located approximately 25 lightyears away from the Solar System, roughly the size of Earth, with an entirely unhabitable atmosphere. No signs of any life present. 3. For example, despite its extreme height, SCP-6372 does not seem to be affected by standard gravitational forces that should normally force the object down due to its lack of propeller stabilizers. 4. Individual born with the anomalous capability to understand every language written as their native one; extremely rare, approximated to be born one billionth of the time. 5. Bifrost Engines operate via displacing the vessel they power out of local reality and into a zero-reality subspace, allowing for superliminal propulsion. 6. SCP-3794 is a hammer capable of turning all biological matter it encounters into pico de gallo salsa. 7. SCP-297 is a vibrator capable of vibrating at a faster-than-light speed; this property has been often used in the past for the destruction of highly durable material. 8. SCP-063 is a toothbrush capable of effortlessly cleaving through any material it encounters. 9. SCP-6161 is a steel knife capable of cutting through any material it encounters — when it does so, the entire object turns into differently-flavored cake. 10. A Foundation linguopath sent to Provisional Site-6372 as per request — her arrival was not noted in the database. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6372" by JakdragonX and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6372. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6373 | neutralized | by J Dune SCP-6373 - Stage Blight This ain’t your grandpa’s kermit! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6373 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6373 instances, observing Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Barrow J. Dune N/A PoI-6373, Timothée Goffard Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-6373 has been outfitted with a closed-circuit surveillance system and shuttered from public access. Assigned personnel are to view and transcribe SCP-6373's daily performances. Counseling is available as a part of post-viewing debriefing; personnel are expected to be repulsed. Description: SCP-6373 is a collection of four papier-mâché puppets, each 1 meter in height. Chemical analysis indicates each puppet's exterior is constructed from non-anomalous material. All attempts to observe the interior of SCP-6373, through either physical or endoscopic means, have failed. All instances are attached to an individual set of strings, bound together by a plastic cross-shaped mechanism intended for control by a puppeteer. SCP-6373 emit a strong rotting odor, causing visceral nausea. This response is entirely non-anomalous. At 18:00 daily, SCP-6373 will gain anomalous properties, primarily limited sentience, mobility, and intelligence. Attempts to interact with the objects outside of SCP-6373-Events (See Below) have failed. This effect will not occur if SCP-6373 are contained in a location other than the Goffard Theater, located in Reading, Pennsylvania. Instead, they will remain inert objects. SCP-6373 will then begin a rapid deterioration process, involving slowly melting their papier-mâché bodies and emitting a stronger, more intensive odor as a result. This process continues until SCP-6373 are placed within a 12 meter vicinity of the Goffard Theater. When conditions for animation are sufficient, SCP-6373 proceed to the main stage of the theater to perform an act, classified as an SCP-6373-Event. The details of this performance are fluid and ever-changing, and presently, no repeat performances have been observed. An audience of at least one individual must be present at the theater to observe the performance, otherwise SCP-6373 will undergo decomposition. SCP-6373-Event Summary and Cast Overview: An SCP-6373-Event is a largely unorganized and spontaneous performance acted out by SCP-6373, featuring unorthodox attempts at humor, storytelling, and entertainment. Audience attempts to interact with SCP-6373 during a performance have resulted in injury. Performances do not have a set length, ranging from two minutes to three weeks in length. Descriptions of each puppet's physical appearance and typical role in an SCP-6373-Event can be found below. SCP-6373-1 is an elderly male with a pointed nose and large eyes, clad in a beret, black sweater, and striped shirt. -1 is referred to as "Pierre", and serves as the performance's host, and central character. SCP-6373-2 is a large, bald, disembodied head with sizable ears and an open-mouthed expression. SCP-6373-2 is referred to as "Glouton", and is incapable of speaking outside of deep, guttural moaning and single-word statements. SCP-6373-3 is a diminutive disembodied head with closed, sunken eyes, and a solemn expression. It is noticeably smaller than the others, and its “skin” is painted a discolored grey. While the puppet features no limbs, much like Glouton, audiences have observed its strings being pulled during performances as if articulated joints were present. SCP-6373-3 is referred to as "Ame". Though Ame does not typically speak or make noise, it will, on occasion, silently cry. Ame is the most frequent target of Pierre's verbal and physical abuse. SCP-6373-4 is a long-necked clown, wearing an outfit typical of such with white gloves. SCP-6373-4 is the only puppet with a hinged jaw, intended to be operated through the use of a string connected at the bottom of the mouth. This mechanism has since broken, rendering SCP-6373-4's jaw loose and uncontrollable. SCP-6373-4 is referred to as "Jacque", and serves as the group's comedic relief. Jacque often reiterates the phrase "Isn’t that funny?" to punctuate its antics. Addendum.6373.1: History and Performance Summaries The Goffard Theater was opened in Reading, Pennsylvania in 1860 by French immigrant and entrepreneur Timothée Goffard. The theater was host to stage plays, musical performances, and in-house puppet shows that featured SCP-6373. The puppets were personally designed by Goffard, who maintained an intensive interest in puppeteering and often participated in the show’s production. These shows were massively profitable and popular among Reading’s children. It is unknown if SCP-6373 held any anomalous significance during the theater’s operation, but written evidence detailing pay-rolls of puppeteers and printed copies of scripts intended to be performed by SCP-6373 suggests they were ordinary puppets. In 1884, the theater closed due to embezzlement committed by Goffard’s wife, Cynthia Cordier. Cordier’s actions were presumably in retaliation to Goffard's unfaithfulness in their marriage. This resulted in a divorce and subsequent legal battle, which Goffard lost. In 1886, Goffard wrote a letter to his wife, a portion of which has been transcribed below. … I write to you in poor health, and all joy sapped from my life. May misfortune follow you until the end of your days. I will not construct again that which I had spent two decades of my life working towards. I can only thank God’s grace that the building has remained vacant, as I could not bear to see it owned by another man. I want to perform again, and see the children smile. My happiness was so linked to theirs. One week later, Goffard disappeared. No evidence of his whereabouts was found. The letter remains his last known communication with another individual. Records indicate Cynthia Cordier would die of natural causes four months later. In 1887, the ASCI (American Secure Containment Initiative)1 discovered SCP-6373 during an inspection of the building. Anomalous effects were documented thereafter, and containment continued after the ASCI had been assimilated into the SCP Foundation. A log of notable SCP-6373 performances have been recorded below. Performance Summary: 1887/10/22 First recorded performance. Lighting fixtures around the theater collectively power on several minutes before the show, and a slight piano accompaniment, originating from an unknown source, is heard throughout the event. Pierre rescues a princess, a costumed Jacque, from a dragon, played by Glouton. Researchers note several moments when an SCP-6373 instance has difficulty maintaining posture and moving, often taking multiple attempts to lift limbs. These moments increase in frequency over time. Performance Summary: 1895/04/17 Pierre and the other puppets take the roles of criminals recovering after a botched bank robbery attempt. As they attempt to figure out who alerted the police to their activities, they come to the conclusion that it was Ame. The puppets spend the rest of the performance using the spherical Ame as a ball in a game of soccer. It eventually devolves into a contest to see which puppet can kick Ame the hardest. Pierre berates Ame for betraying its trust and breaking the bond they had shared after years of working together. Examination of liquid secreted by Ame puppet indicates chemical similarity to human tears. Performance Summary: 1916/02/29 The puppets reenact a scene on a farm, while the German-Russian conflict known as the “Battle of Tannenberg” is waged nearby. Glouton and Jacque take the role of a German and Russian soldier, respectively, and act out a slapstick battle in a field. Sounds of war and human suffering are heard throughout. The subsequent scene, inside the farmhouse, features Pierre and Ame as a husband and wife. Pierre laments that its crops have been destroyed due to the war, and calls to Ame for support. The puppet remains silent, even as Pierre’s cries grow louder and more frantic as it shifts the blame of the crop’s destruction from the war to Ame itself. Pierre states that Ame will never be “let out” again, presumably referring to the house. Performance Summary: 1922/08/21 SCP-6373 perform a similar narrative as the first recorded SCP-6373-Event. Audiences note each puppet sounds discontented in its delivery of dialogue. Movements do not sync up with dialogue, and instances move in frantic bursts, hanging limp when not speaking. The ending where Pierre escapes with Jacque while Glouton flees is altered. Instead Pierre directly attacks Glouton with a plastic sword while berating the puppet for being “useless”. Glouton acts as if it were dead and Pierre comments on its acting, stating “[that] isn’t what being dead feels like”. Future SCP-6373 events are noticeably more dissonant and aggressive in tone. Performance Summary: 1938/11/04 First direct audience acknowledgement by SCP-6373. Puppets engage in a comedic sketch involving dancing. Instances move in slow, jerking motions while dialogue is quickly paced. Pierre becomes frustrated that the other puppets are unable to synchronize themselves, and suspects they are intentionally being uncooperative. Pierre brandishes a prop hose and sprays water at the puppets. This removes paint from their bodies. High-pitched, feminine screams are heard throughout the theater, with no discernible point of origin. Pierre turns to the audience and states “[It’s] always the same kids out there”. Performance ends with Pierre hurling Ame into the crowd after it attempted to roll offstage. From this point on, Pierre speaks to the audience while performing, usually to seek approval before berating another puppet. All paint was restored by the next event. Future performances frequently feature Pierre accusing other puppets of malfeasance and taking physical action as a result. Performance Summary: 1952/01/11 Pierre performs a piano duet with Jacque, who is unable to be quiet or still. Though Jacque apologizes, Pierre repeatedly slams the puppet’s head into the piano, denting it. When Pierre is finished, viewers note Jacque’s jaw has detached completely. Jacque’s laughter turns into pained cries as the puppet takes damage. Within minutes, viscous yellow fluid begins to seep from Jacque as it fails to reattach its jaw. Audiences describe the liquid’s odor as repugnant. Pierre retrieves Ame and forces the puppet to sit in a puddle of the fluid. This event marks the beginning of a trend towards increasingly-violent behavior. While puppets sustain heavy damage as a result, they begin each performance fully restored. Notably, Jacque’s jaw is never fixed, and the fluid continues to seep from the puppet. Performance Summary: 1958/03/30 Shortest performance, 2 minutes in duration. Pierre is teaching an art class, where each puppet is painting on a canvas. Glouton’s canvas displays the words “OPEN INSIDE”. When Pierre sees this, it becomes infuriated and ends the event, leading the puppets offstage. SCP-6373 instances disappear and are unable to be located. For the next 24 hours, an unidentified male voice swears and screams from behind the stage’s curtain, punctuated by bouts of loud banging and clattering. The source is not discerned. Lights remain powered on and centered on the stage. SCP-6373 reemerged at 18:00 the following day for a routine performance. Performance Summary: 1963/08/21 Pierre takes the stage and berates the audience for attending. Pierre asks if the audience is aware that in death, "a soul can still wither". Pierre’s voice changes to that of a woman’s, and delivers a eulogy in memory of Timothée Goffard. Later investigation revealed that a funeral was not held for Goffard. Performance Summary: 1971/06/06 Performance is routine, involving a sketch where Pierre teaches Jacque how to play baseball, using Ame as a ball. Jacque is hesitant to hurt Ame, but is pressured into doing so. All dialogue is delivered in a monotonous male voice as opposed to their ordinary intonations. There are frequent pauses and sighs in each puppet’s delivery. This voice persists throughout all remaining SCP-6373-Events. Movements during this performance are notably more loose and fluid than before. When an instance appears to have difficulty moving it will strike itself, restoring fluid motion. Performance Summary: 1973/01/13 Puppets wear large papier-mâché facsimiles of human bodies and interact with each other in a "sitcom" household environment. Audience members report hearing a faint “laugh track” in the background, though one is not present in recordings of the event. Over time, the suits begin to decompose; layers of papier-mâché slough off to reveal loose viscera. Pierre frequently assaults Ame with various household objects, and at one point causes the puppet to split in two after breaking it open with the corner of a table. Pierre encourages its two “sons”, Glouton and Jacque to belittle or berate Ame throughout. Performance ends with Glouton pushing a cabinet of dinner plates on top of the half-destroyed Ame. Examination of material left onstage following the event revealed it to be bovine in composition. Excess blood, fluid and viscera remained onstage throughout later performances, and began to rot. Removal was deemed impossible. Performance Summary: 1976/07/02 SCP-6373 do not take the stage. Instead, the event is projected onto the stage’s curtain by shadows. Their source is unknown. All puppets take part in insulting Ame, claiming that it is responsible for their current situation, and it is the sole reason they are unable to “move forward”. Pierre pries Ame’s eyes open with a pair of pliers. Jacque spews fluid onto Ame, causing the puppet to scream. Pierre forces Glouton to consume and regurgitate Ame. Ame is beaten with shovels, drilled holes into with a power tool, and squeezed by a vice to the point of breaking entirely. Event lasts four hours, uninterrupted. During this process, the Pierre puppet emerges from behind the curtain and attempts an ordinary performance of “Jack and the Beanstalk” while the shadows of Jacque and Glouton continue to beat Ame. All researcher's attempts to open the Ame puppet’s eyelids have failed. Performance Summary: 1979/09/18 Puppets retell and reenact the story of Timothée Goffard’s life, framing him as an individual who was treated unfairly by society and his circumstances. Performance concludes with Pierre stating that Timothée Goffard died alone, miserable, and never experiencing love. There is no mention of Cynthia Cordier throughout the performance. The puppet states that the Goffard Theater remains Timothée’s lasting legacy, and thanks the audience for their continued support. Pierre then flagellates itself to the point of knocking its head off its shoulders and releasing a mass of blow-fly larvae from its neck. A feminine scream emerges from the hole. Larvae are unable to be removed from the stage, except when it is consumed by rats inhabiting the theater. Performance Summary: 1979/09/18 SCP-6373 perform a retelling of "Hansel and Gretel". All instances deteriorate considerably, seemingly without reason. Puppets have mobility issues throughout, sometimes repeating actions several times or falling to the ground. The performance is entirely silent until the final scene, when Pierre and Jacque toss a costumed Glouton into a mock-oven. As the puppet burns, it states it "cannot stay together anymore". All puppets collapse. Observation of the Goffard Theater later reveals that the structural integrity of the building is in jeopardy due to previously undiscovered infestations of termites and wood-decaying fungi in key construction areas. Performance Summary: 1983/08/02 SCP-6373 instances hold a mock-funeral for Ame, and spend the rest of the performance exploring various afterlifes that the puppet may be delivered to, complete with props and costumes. Puppets are notably culturally insensitive when discussing non-western afterlifes. Event concludes with Jacque commenting on the excess of punitive afterlifes, and that it’s impossible to truly know which a person should believe in to achieve salvation. Pierre then states “[It] knows the answer! We're all dead! This is the only afterlife there is!”. Puppets then go limp and remain in this state for a week, missing seven performances. All future performances lack props and costumes, marking a decline in performance effort by SCP-6373. Performance Summary: 1984/03/18 Pierre tells nonsensical jokes, which Jacque and Glouton laugh excessively at. Pierre then goes on a tirade about wanting to injure members of the audience while performing, and then asks the crowd if they feel similar. Glouton admits that it fantasizes about wanting to break a child’s arms “almost every second [it’s] alive”. Pierre then asks the audience for a volunteer to demonstrate breaking an arm. The performance is silent for 46 minutes before Researcher Lang volunteers herself. Pierre snaps Lang’s arm at the elbow, fracturing her ulna. The puppet cites her resemblance to “that cunt” as greatly increasing its enjoyment of the act. The performance ends. Lang is reassigned to a different anomaly following treatment. Future performances infrequently include SCP-6373 committing acts of violence towards a member of the audience. Performance Summary: 1984/09/18 Last performance with discernible dialogue. Event is composed entirely of Pierre stating the full name, birth, and expiration date of every patron of the Goffard theater from its opening to present. Members of the audience are included in this routine. Throughout the act, Pierre’s movements are awkward, and its speech is slow and slurred. Event concludes with Pierre looking to the ceiling, stating “You carry on so well,” before violently throwing itself across the stage multiple times. Performance Summary: 1985/02/12 Performances have degraded to frenzies of self-harm carried out by each puppet. Stage lighting is absent or flickers. Musical accompaniment is discordant and cacophonous. Instances self-mutilate, flagellate, and flay themselves through the use of the stage floor’s friction, each other, or blunt force trauma. Screams range from high pitched feminine voices to deep male ones. Occasional laughter is heard during male screams. Performance Summary: 1985/04/25 All puppets sit on the stage motionless, occasionally turning their heads to monologue to the audience in a nonsensical, indecipherable fashion. Several researchers claimed the puppets were directly gazing at them. All future dialogue in performances consists solely of moaning, grunting, screaming, and weeping, with extended periods of inactivity. Physical actions are often limited to standing or sitting. Performance Summary: 1985/05/13 Performance is entirely indecipherable. Performance Summary: 1985/06/09 Final performance. SCP-6373 instances stand side-by-side for 18 minutes. No dialogue is heard. They collectively bow, and fall to the ground. Stage lights and music cease. No further events occur. See Addenda for details. Following the 1985/06/09 performance, all SCP-6373 instances began the deterioration process observed prior, shedding their papier-mâché exteriors. When this was complete, each instance was discovered to contain preserved human remains and organs, which had been segmented cleanly at several termination points. All remains are presumably sourced from a single individual. Their contents have been listed below. “Pierre” contained a brain. “Jacque” contained a heart. “Glouton” contained a conglomerate mass of excess organs, an unbroken layer of epidermal skin tissue, fecal matter, and hair. “Ame” was empty. Examination of unfolded skin tissue found within Glouton revealed a resemblance to PoI-6373-2, Cynthia Cordier. Object has been reclassified as neutralized. Footnotes 1. A precursor organization to the Foundation, responsible for investigation of anomalous affairs in the United States ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6373" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6373. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6374 | keter | Sometimes, its dreams became nightmares about the nameless ones, but mostly it dreamt of the cave. The Dreamer had not stirred in aeons. Sometimes, its dreams became nightmares about the nameless ones, but mostly it dreamt of the cave. Dispersed though it was, it still sometimes focused on a single plant or animal. Its incomprehensible attentions settled on a single glow-tree by the dark wall, and the ancient portal. Mindlessly it gazed, staring without thought. Suddenly, unexpectedly, something changed. The ancient portal creaked and cracked, and opened. Through it came strange apparitions, unlike any in the cave. But the Dreamer recognized them anyway: life. Item #: SCP-6374 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-581 encompasses SCP-6374, the access tunnel connecting it to the surface, and 25 acres immediately surrounding the surface entrance of the tunnel. Human development and activity around Provisional Site-581 is to be discouraged under the guise of preventing habitat loss in the Amazon rainforest. Outside flora and fauna are not to be introduced to SCP-6374 without authorization from Dr. Wells. Likewise, native organisms are not to be removed from SCP-6374 without authorization, and direct interaction with fauna should be avoided during exploration. To facilitate ease of access, the tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581 has been lined with concrete and reinforced. Revision 18/10/2018 Close Security personnel are to keep continuous watch on the entrance to SCP-6374. In the event that SCP-6374-1 fauna breach the entrance, they are to be shot before reaching Provisional Site-581. Any flora transported outside SCP-6374 by fauna should be removed and incinerated. Revision 15/11/2018 Close Security personnel are to keep continuous watch on the entrance to SCP-6374. In the event that SCP-6374-1 fauna breach the entrance, they are to be dispatched with flamethrowers and firearms immediately. Any SCP-6374-1 flora found outside SCP-6374 should be removed and incinerated, including roots. Revision 30/12/2018 Close A large containment seal has been fitted to completely seal the tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581. Revision 15/03/2019 Close The tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581 should not be sealed except during breaches. The tunnel has been equipped with airtight steel doors at both ends, and a ventilation system capable of introducing and rapidly removing hydrogen cyanide gas to and from the atmosphere. During breach attempts by SCP-6374-1 instances, the tunnel is to be sealed at both ends and flushed with cyanide gas for 15 minutes. After this period, the ventilation system is to purge the atmosphere until the tunnel can be safely unsealed, at which point a recovery team equipped with Level-A Hazmat suits and flamethrowers are to enter the tunnel to remove the remains of native organisms. Native flora removed from SCP-6374 during breaches are to be incinerated. Four wide-area Scranton Reality Anchors have been positioned around Provisional Site-581 to maintain constant Hume levels onsite, although attempting to use Scranton Reality Anchors to fully suppress SCP-6374's elevated Hume levels has been deemed impractical. SCP-6374-B is contained in a specialized bio-containment cell in Site-66, equipped with a means of remotely incinerating the biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances it produces once every 24 hours, as well as the capability to do so on command. SCP-6374-B's cell should not be entered without Level-C Hazmat suits and/or insulating protective equipment. Once a week, SCP-6374-B's cell should be checked for biomass or SCP-6374-1 instances that survive incineration, and any such instances should be terminated. Description: SCP-6374 is an extensive natural cave system located in the Amazon rainforest approximately 30 kilometers north of Manaus, Brazil. SCP-6374 is home to multiple unique species of flora and fauna, and has an ambient Hume count as high as 300 Hm. SCP-6374 strongly influences background Hume levels in the surrounding area, with steadily-rising counts detectable from more than 40 km away. An SCP-6374-1 instance, specifically Specupiscis viridis. SCP-6374 is accessible via a spiral tunnel leading approximately 20 meters below the surface. This tunnel was, prior to Foundation exploration, sealed at the border of SCP-6374 by an artificial stone wall and a thick door composed of desiccated plant matter. Species native to SCP-6374 have not been observed attempting to cross the threshold and exit the cave. All multicellular species found in SCP-6374 so far are unique, and found nowhere else on Earth. Most are not technically anomalous, but several display traits or abilities that seemingly violate known laws of physics. For the sake of simplicity, SCP-6374-native flora and fauna are collectively referred to as SCP-6374-1. SCP-6374 Layout Non-anomalous species Anomalous species SCP-6374 primarily consists of long, meandering passages connecting multiple larger chambers and shafts. Each chamber generally connects to at least three passages, but some passages branch off between chambers. Several shafts are mostly filled with underground lakes, which may be connected to each other via submerged conduits. While a complete map of SCP-6374 is still being devised, as several passages are unexplored and the center of the cave (as defined by Hume levels) has not yet been reached, extrapolation of the mapped layout suggests the existence of a massive cavern located in the center of the system, possibly connected to the rest of the system by as few as one passage. SCP-6374's atmosphere is composed of approximately 68% nitrogen, 29% oxygen, 2% water vapor, and 1% other gases, primarily argon. This leads to low visibility and extremely humid conditions throughout the majority of the cave. This is an abridged list of non-anomalous species native to SCP-6374. For the complete list, consult Document 6374/B1. Web-slinger tarantula (Euthycaelus glyphus) An arachnid approximately 10 cm in diameter. Possesses a violet exterior coloration. Instead of spinning webs, the web-slinger uses ambush tactics to capture prey. When hunting, it will remain in a single location until suitable prey flies or crawls within ~1 meter. The tarantula will launch a long, sticky web at high velocity to catch and partially immobilize the prey, before retracting the web. The web-slinger primarily consumes stinging dragonflies and other arthropods. Stinging dragonfly (Macromia scorpius) A winged dragonfly-like insect up to 5 cm in length, possessing a stinger tail. It is unclear if the stinger injects venom. The stinging dragonfly is commonly found near moving water, and exhibits behavior consistent with cruiser dragonflies. Amazon glowworm (Arachnocampa amazonia foundationi) A species of fungus gnats with a bioluminescent larval stage. Behaves similarly to fungus gnats of the genus Arachnocampa, but feeds on moss instead of other insects, and does not lay silk snares to catch prey. The Amazon glowworm primarily resides on the ceiling of SCP-6374, often clustered in colonies of several hundred or thousand. Individuals spend most of their life in the larval stage. In the adult stage, female glowworms will immediately seek out a mate and lay 100-150 eggs within 2 days of emergence. Adult male glowworms will make silk nests to protect unhatched eggs, regardless of whether they have mated. Green Cavern Wrasse (Specupiscis viridis) A freshwater wrasse averaging 35-40 cm in length, commonly inhabiting shallow waters but occasionally diving deeper to avoid predators. Juveniles possess light yellow scales that change to dark green as they grow. Like other wrasses, Specupiscis viridis is hermaphroditic, and individual specimens repeatedly change sexes over the course of their lives. This is an abridged list of anomalous species native to SCP-6374. For a complete list, consult Document 6374/B2. Glow-tree (Ficus phosphora) Similar in appearance and structure to trees of the Ficus genus, particularly Ficus macrophylla. Instead of leaves, glow-trees possess clusters of bioluminescent bulbs 1-2 cm in diameter. These bulbs range in coloration from greenish-blue to blue-violet, but are uniformly bright and share the same coloration across a single tree. How the trees produce the light, and how they gain energy without photosynthesis, is unknown. Gestation blisterpod (n/a) The gestation blisterpod is not known to be a single species, but instead functions as a means of spawning all types of fauna native to SCP-6374. The blisterpod is found only in chambers and shafts, where it is often concentrated in groups of several hundred instances growing out of the walls and floor. While all species of SCP-6374-1 are capable of natural reproduction, blisterpods regularly create new instances of all fauna species. Giant violin beetle (Goliathus stradivarius) Superficially similar to goliath beetles, but structurally defined by long, thin chitinous growths out of their abdomen. The left growth possesses four taut strings made of an unknown substance connecting from the end to the base. The right growth possesses a similar structure, but instead of four distinct strings, a thick, flat bundle of horsehair stretches from the end to the base. The giant violin beetle makes sound by stridulating (rubbing together) the strings and hair, although how it is able to control the pitch and length of notes is unknown. The giant violin beetle has only been directly observed once, but is believed to be responsible for all reports of personnel hearing violin being played within SCP-6374. Aquatic jaguar (Panthera amphibia) An amphibious felid mammal. The aquatic jaguar spends the majority of its time underwater, but is fully mobile on land. It exclusively hunts underwater, but will leave the water to mate. The aquatic jaguar gives live birth, but juveniles have only been observed in utero. Titanic Scorpion (Hadrurus titanicus) A scorpion growing up to 1.1 meters in body length, with a tail up to 0.9 meters long. The titanic scorpion possesses an endoskeleton for structure, while its outer carapace is flexible and instead functions primarily as a means of defense. The titanic scorpion seems to avoid humans, but will readily hunt and fight animals as large as Panthera amphibia for food, using its claws to restrain or grapple with prey before stabbing repeatedly with its barbed stinger. Addendum 6374-3 Multiple personnel who have performed repeated explorations of SCP-6374 report vague feelings of being watched while in SCP-6374 for longer than ~15 minutes. Teams have also reported auditory hallucinations, although these are in fact physical phenomena due to native species and the acoustics within SCP-6374. Interview Log 6374/3 Close Log Date: 21/09/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Wells Interviewee: Researcher Bonfim Fraga [Begin Log] Dr. Wells: For the record, please state your name and rank. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Teresa Bonfim Fraga, Researcher. Dr. Wells: This was your fourth exploration of SCP-6374, correct? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Yes. According to the records, I've spent nine hours and forty-two minutes in the cave. Dr. Wells: That's more cumulative exposure than anyone else. You're also the first person to report psychological effects from being in the cave. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Yes. Dr. Wells: Please describe these effects, Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I'm down there, and it's just me and my partner, I get this nagging feeling. Like there's someone behind me, staring over my shoulder. Dr. Wells: Have your exploration partners ever reported the same feeling? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I was down there with Lynch, our second time, he said he felt like he was being watched. I've felt it since my second, too, and I didn't know what to make of it, but during my fourth time it started feeling different. Dr. Wells: How so? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: The sensation grew stronger. But it's not just that. It feels like whoever or whatever is watching me isn't just looking at me, but looking through me. If I close my eyes in the cave, I can almost feel a presence around me. Dr. Wells: Is that the only effect? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: There's also something else, that happened during today's exploration. When I was younger, I used to play violin every day, and practically poured my heart and soul into it during high school. I could still play a few songs by memory if I had a violin right now. [Researcher Bonfim Fraga falls silent for several seconds before continuing] Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I was down there today, I could've sworn I heard a violin. Dr. Wells: Describe what you heard. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: At first, it was just faint, echoing notes, like someone was tuning a violin. But then it started getting more complex, forming actual melodies. I asked Lynch if he heard it, and he said yes, but that he didn't recognize the tune. Except I did. Dr. Wells: What was it? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: It was the piece I played during my senior recital. Dr. Wells: If you played that piece for Researcher Lynch right now, do you think he would recognize it as what he heard in the cave? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Absolutely. Dr. Wells: I'm going to recommend that you and Lynch undergo an evaluation. I want to be sure neither of you is under any lasting effects. You'll be temporarily relieved of duty, so you don't need to worry about any further exposure. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Thank you. [End Log] Researchers Bonfim Fraga and Lynch have been placed on medical leave pending confirmation of cognitohazardous effects. Further exploration of SCP-6374 should be carried out by D-class personnel. The Dreamer turned in its sleep. The apparitions were worming their way ever deeper into the cave. Each was an alien mass of energy, warping and distorting everything around them. But sometimes they resonated with the cave, and new creatures formed from fragments of their nature. ACCESS Exploration Log 6374-9 Excerpt Close Exploration Log 6374/9 Date: 15/10/2018 Purpose: Continued exploration of SCP-6374, following a previously-discovered but unexplored route, with the ultimate goal of locating the center of the anomaly as defined by local Hume levels. Team Members: D-42497 Notes: D-42497 was equipped with a portable Kant counter, an ultra-low-frequency two-way radio, an audio recorder, a sample kit, a compass, and a non-video camera. The included excerpt of the log begins when D-42497 reached the marker placed by a previous exploration at the beginning of the unexplored branch route. [Begin Log] D-42497: Alright, I'm here at the marker. The counter says… 189 Humes. Is that normal around here? Command: This is consistent with previous readings. Please stand with your back to the way you came. D-42497: Okay. I'm looking at one large tunnel that goes slightly upwards and southeast to my right and a smaller tunnel that goes downward and north almost directly to my left. Command: Please connect the tether to the anchor by the marker, then enter the tunnel to your left and proceed. D-42497: Alright. [D-42497 progresses quickly along the tunnel.] D-42497: Twenty meters along the tether, the tunnel turns sharply right and upward. 203 Humes. There's a small pool of water by the edge of the north wall, looks deep. I can't see the bottom. Command: Continue. D-42497: Hold on. I hear something. Sounds like… a string instrument? It's hard to tell, the acoustics in here are weird. Command: Prior explorations have reported similar sounds. Their source is unknown. D-42497: Alright. Now moving upwards and east-northeast. There's a lot of glowing spots on the ceiling up ahead, like a galaxy. [D-42497 is silent for two minutes. During this time, a violin-like sound becomes audible in the recorder.] D-42497: I've reached the top of the slope. I'm definitely hearing a violin, it sounds really close by. From here, the route curls back northward and moves down. Hume readings at 235. D-42497: Shit, I think I found the source of the violin. There's a really weird, giant bug here. Instead of wings, it's got two straight things sticking out of its back, each a good half-meter long. One of them has four strings connecting from the end to the body, and the other has what looks like an entire bow's worth of horsehair pulled taut. I guess it rubs the strings and bow together, just like an actual violin, but I don't know how it would change the pitch. Command: Please take pictures for the record. Is it moving? D-42497: Not much. Its head is twitching and its looking at me, but it's not playing. Actually, I'm not even sure it can walk. Its exoskeleton is thick, those tubes from its abdomen must weigh a ton compared to the rest of it, and its legs aren't very big. Command: Please take a sample for examination. D-42497: Not sure I can. This thing's too big to just bag, and I don't know if I can dismember it. Wait, is some of the string or bow a good sample? Command: That is acceptable. D-42497: [Grunting] Now it's started to move. Thing's trying to run, fast for a freak of nature as big as it is. Wait, got some hair. Bagging it now. Command: Thank you. Proceed when ready. D-42497: Moving northeast. It's mostly level here. I think the air's getting warmer. D-42497: Air's definitely getting warmer, Moving upward again, the passage is curling directly north. The ceiling's absolutely covered by glowing spots. D-42497: Hey, so, I didn't mention this before, but it really feels like someone's watching me. Like they're breathing down my neck and counting my heartbeats. Command: Don't panic. Other people who have been in this cave have reported similar sensations. You aren't in any danger. D-42497: Sure, it's just… I feel like I'm on a microscope slide for someone, something else. Command: D-42497, please continue moving. D-42497: Sorry, fine. It turns sharply upwards here, I might have to climb. Command: Proceed. [D-42497 remains silent for two minutes, aside from grunting.] D-42497: I'm at the top. It turns northwest from here, and the air is much warmer. Also more humid. Hume level at 250. There's a glow-tree with red bulbs here, is that supposed to happen? Command: No observed instances have that coloration. Please take pictures. D-42497: I also hear something. Not violin, but it sounds like music. Really deep. Almost like cathedral music. Command: Do you recognize it? D-42497: I don't know, the acoustics right here suck. Gonna keep moving, The passage keeps moving upward a little, and narrows a bit. D-42497: Okay, I've reached a point where it abruptly narrows. Most of this passage has been a good three to five meters across, it narrowed just to three, and now there's a doorway-like opening only a meter across. There's a bunch of spider silk across the opening, will there be any problems if I disturb it? Command: If it's individual strands, it's likely built by glowworms. Moving through it is safe. D-42497: Glowworms? Why this the first time I'm hearing about them? Command: They're extremely passive and are harmless to humans, so the information was deemed unnecessary. D-42497: Eh, fair enough. Moving forward. [Silence for thirty seconds, then D-42497 gasps] D-42497: Holy shit. Command: What is it? D-42497: I found a cavern. The passage widens again, just enough to be like a foyer, then it opens up to a big chamber. There's fog near the floor, but the ceiling's maybe ten meters up, and in the center it's got a spiral pattern of glowing spots. Glowworms? Anyway, yeah, they're arranged in a spiral way too neat to be natural. Hume readings at 304. Is that really high? Command: That is high, yes. What else is there in the chamber? D-42497: There's a twist in the "back" of the chamber that leads upward a bit, looks like there's more light coming from it. [D-42497 gasps, grunts, and is silent for several seconds.] Command: D-42497, please respond. D-42497: I stepped into the cavern, and things just changed a little. The light from up ahead, I can see it with my eyes closed. And… I don't know how to describe it? But it doesn't feel like anything's breathing down my neck. But—now I just feel something a weird migraine, like a massive weight. It's like something is pressing against my brain, trying to crush it. No, not trying, just crushing by existing. Command: Leave the cavern and head back into the passage if you are unable to continue. D-42497: No, no. I'll be fine, It's just a lot to deal with right now. I've had worse migraines, anyways. Picture taken by D-42497. D-42497: Okay, so, the glow. It's not super bright coming out of the back of the chamber. But in the center, right up at the end, there's a really bright white glow, probably from a single source that I can't see. Do you want me to get closer and take a look? Command: Proceed. D-42497: Okay, it's… oh my God. I can feel it. Command: D-42497? D-42497: There's a skeleton on a throne here. Or, I think it's a throne. It's definitely not human, since it's got antlers and weird bones. Hume reading at…600? Command: Does it have any other notable attributes? D-42497: It's got an aura of light, and a heartbeat. Command: A heartbeat? D-42497: Well, it hasn't got an actual heart. But I feel its "heartbeat," I guess? You know when you go to a concert, and even if your ears are covered, you can feel the really deep subwoofer noise in your entire body? It's like that. Command: Please take pictures of the skeleton. D-42497: Taking pictures, but I think it's too bright for the camera to get any good detail. Command: Alright. If possible, take a sample. D-42497: I can't do that, that's sacrilege. Command: That is an order. A floating rib will do. D-42497: But I don't think it'll like it. Command: Explain. D-42497: I can feel it. It's dead, but not gone. It's still here, watching me. And if I try to take a bone, it might hurt me back. Command: D-42497, take the sample. D-42497: Fine. [D-42497 grunts. There is an audible snap.] D-42497: Ooooooh, I don't think that was a good idea. I definitely just pissed it—[D-42497 screams loudly for several seconds.] Command: D-42497, are you alright? D-42497: My rib—shit. I just broke my rib. Command: Elaborate. D-42497: I… I broke off the rib and it feels like I just broke my own. Shit, this hurts. Command: Understood. Return and we can check you over. [D-42497 returns to Provisional Site-581 as quickly as they are able. No further meaningful information is recorded during the return trip.] [End Log] Afterward: D-42497 was returned to Provisional Site 581 and passed out shortly after, while the audio recording, photographs, and sample taken were processed by personnel. Upon review of the logs, the skeleton discovered by D-42497 was designated SCP-6374-A. The sample, a floating rib, was initially studied onsite, but sent to Site-66 for long-term containment and further study. After several hours, D-42497 was deemed unharmed and coherent enough for a proper debriefing. Debriefing Log 6374/9 Date: 15/10/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Wells Interviewee: D-42497 [Begin Log] Dr. Wells: Let's begin with the simplest question: What happened after you retrieved the sample in the cave? D-42497: That part's a little blurry, so I'm not sure I was even in my right mind. But after I touched it, it was so much more intense than I could handle. Dr. Wells: By touching it do you mean the skeleton, SCP-6374-A? D-42497: Is that what you're calling it? I mean, yes, partly. But there's so much more to it. Physical contact with the corpse is nothing compared to what I saw. Dr. Wells: What did you see? D-42497: Visions, I suppose. An army of the dead, and a weapon to kill a god. I think it did kill a god, and the thing in the cave is dead. Dr. Wells: The "thing in the cave" being SCP-6374-A, correct? D-42497: Don't you get it? The corpse is just an anchor, and there's so much more in the cave. I felt it. I still feel it. Dr. Wells: You aren't making much sense. I understand that you've experienced hallucinations and possibly other effects, but I need you to explain what you're talking about. D-42497: Fine. The corpse in the cave, 6374-A? It's the grave that was left behind. Everything else, the entire cave, is the real body. Of the god, I mean. Dr. Wells: The god? D-42497: How else can I describe it? It's so much more than a man with magic powers, or whatever freaks you contain here. It's a force, a mind so titanic and powerful that it doesn't have to think to act, and affects things just by existing. It created everything in the cave after its death, just because it was bored being dead. But it's not thinking, not anymore. Dr. Wells: Did you actually interact with it when you weren't in contact with SCP-6374-A? D-42497: It was watching me. It was watching all of us. Dr. Wells: Was this the cause of your paranoia while in the cave? D-42497: Yeah. It felt me, so it tuned in. No, not the right word. It followed me, out of something like curiosity. If anyone else felt like it was watching them as well, it was. Dr. Wells: What else did you see or feel while in contact with SCP-6374-A? D-42497: Pain, patience, maybe fury. I don't think it wants to hurt anyone, if it even wants anything at all. It was hurt so badly it can't really live anymore, but it can't actually die. So it built a simulation, an miniature world to distract itself from the passage of time. Dr. Wells: And this world is the entire anomaly? D-42497: Yeah. Dr. Wells: Why is it just the cave? Why not expand outside? D-42497: It wasn't thinking. It found a place to hide and it did, for countless years. It still could see outside, but sometime after its death people found the cave, found it, and sealed it up. Dr. Wells: Who were these people? D-42497: I don't know. I don't know if it did, either. Dr. Wells: Is there anything more you can tell us about this entity? D-42497: I don't know, it's a god but I'm not exactly its prophet. Dr. Wells: Thank you. What would you do if you were to enter the cave again? D-42497: [Yelps]. Please don't make me do it! I can't! It felt me, it can still feel me! Dr. Wells: And would that pose a problem? D-42497: I can't do it, not again. In its tomb, that big cavern in the middle of the cave, it could snuff me out like a candle. I don't know if it wants to, but it knows that I hurt it. [D-42497 begins sobbing.] I need to give the rib back, or it'll kill me. Dr. Wells: I can see that this has put you under stress. Thank you for your cooperation. [End Log] D-42497 was returned to confinement and examined for possible memetic or cognitohazardous contamination. While tests proved negative, D-42497 has been kept onsite by order of Dr. Wells to examine for long-term effects of exposure to SCP-6374. A sour yellow note slipped through the dream, penetrating ever closer to a place the Dreamer didn't remember. An apparition moved deeper into the heart of the cave than any had before, bleeding thought and emitting strange beams of low-energy light through the walls. Eventually, it came into the heart, and memories came rushing back. The Dreamer remembered its sanctum, the hiding place that had become its prison and even its grave. It remembered the nameless ones, and the nightwalkers that had sealed it away from the world. Most importantly of all, it remembered itself. Addendum 6374-4: SCP-6374-A and -B SCP-6374-A is a humanoid skeleton with a partially-cervine skull and large antlers located in the centermost chamber of SCP-6374. SCP-6374-A possesses multiple anomalous attributes, most notably a constant diffuse glow that interferes with photography and a Hume reading of ~600 Hm. SCP-6374-A is in a slumped-forward sitting pose atop a grown wooden stump resembling a chair. Flowering vines growing from the structure are entwined in SCP-6374-A’s ribs and long bones in place of connective tissues, and wrap around its antlers. Due to its high Hume reading, position in the cave, and possible influence over the behavior of flora and fauna in SCP-6374, it is believed to be the source of the anomaly. The floating rib recovered from SCP-6374-A has been designated SCP-6374-B. SCP-6374-B retains the visual and physical properties of SCP-6374-A, but it is presently unclear what, if any, effects it has on the surrounding area. SCP-6374-B projects a Hume level up to 530 Hm in a short radius around itself, which can be reduced but not completely cancelled by proximity to Scranton Reality Anchors. Until additional properties can be confirmed or disproved, SCP-6374-B is to be contained in a 3x3x3-meter non-humanoid containment chamber. Addendum 6374-5 Since 15/10/2018, SCP-6374-1 organisms have attempted to breach containment twice, each time demonstrating a high level of coordination between species and a mutual focus on escape. Both attempts have been turned back by security personnel, but a larger or better-equipped security force may be required if the new behavior persists. The Dreamer lashed out. It did not yet remember its name, but it remembered that it had once been whole, and that the apparition that had awoken its memories had degraded it further. For now, it desperately tried to return its sundered piece, hoping the missing fragment that would let it rest at ease again. Addendum 6374-6 Due to frequent and repeated breach attempts via SCP-6374's primary access tunnel, it is to be indefinitely sealed by a steel barrier. An object class upgrade to Keter has been suggested. Frustration. The Dreamer could not peer far beyond the ancient door, but it had sent its cavern-spawn, its own creations, out to seek its fragment. Each attempt had been a failure, as the apparitions from beyond sullied and destroyed the life of its creations. But now the apparitions were gone, sundered behind an impenetrable wall. The fragment was still out there, past the wall, but the sharpest claws could not scratch the wall, and the strongest growths and muscles alike could not move it. The Dreamer wondered if the cave's own walls were as strong. Addendum 6374-7 In light of Incident 6374-25, the barrier has been removed from SCP-6374's primary access tunnel, and it should be kept unblocked at all times except during breaches. Any side-tunnels found being dug by SCP-6374-1 instances should be collapsed or filled with concrete as quickly as possible, to encourage SCP-6374-1 instances to solely attempt breaches via the primary access tunnel. SCP-6374's object class has been upgraded to Keter. Addendum 6374-8 SCP-6374-1 instances display a degree of gestalt intelligence and collective memory; successive breach attempts involve changing tactics and group compositions in response to how prior attempts were stopped. SCP-6374-1 instances are also becoming increasingly aggressive towards Foundation personnel during breach attempts, resulting in four injuries and one hospitalization. Breach attempts will instead be handled remotely via chemical agents to render tactics and group composition irrelevant. Nothing worked. The Dreamer would adapt, in time, as all life did, but for once its limitless patience was being tested. Its dream never really left the cave, but when the cavern-spawn slipped past the portal, it could feel further. It felt the aliens that had once resonated with its dream, it felt incredible masses of life-energy all around, and it felt what was taken. Silently, endlessly, the Dreamer called out. Addendum 6374-9 SCP-6374-B displays the same properties as SCP-6374-A, albeit on a smaller scale. Fungi are rapidly building up on surfaces in the containment chamber, and several species of insects frequently emerge from mushroom-like pods in areas of larger fungus concentration. These insects have lifespans under six hours, but reproduce quickly and may interfere with cleaning efforts. Instinct guided that which was not aware. A growing nursery of unremembered organisms bloomed from a cast-off shard of life. Despite confinement in an unnatural maze of cold, sterile chambers, it thrived. And while the shard had no mind of its own, it did not have to think to act. It just did. Addendum 6374-10 All surfaces in SCP-6374-B’s original containment cell are almost completely covered in fungi and moss, and large swarms of insects constantly fly throughout the cell. SCP-6374-B has been transferred to a specialized incinerator-equipped cell, which is to be sterilized via incineration once daily and then cleared of ashes. Addendum 6374-11 SCP-6374-1 produced by SCP-6374-B's effects are displaying growing resistance to incineration, requiring higher temperatures and longer exposure to completely reduce them to ashes. Regrowth rates also appear to be accelerating, with fungal growths reaching maximum density only seven hours after incineration. Fauna in particular are almost completely resistant to fire of the temperatures used in sterilization of its cell, and have repeatedly played dead to attack workers attempting to clean the cell. Disposal of fauna via neurotoxin is being considered. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-6374-B Transfer To: O5-6 From: Dr. David Wells Subject: SCP-6374-B Transfer O5-6, I have concerns about the security of SCP-6374-B in Site-66. According to the reports I'm getting from that site, 6374-B was pretty much inert until the New Year, when they started to notice fungus growing in the originally-sterile cell. Since then, it has begun to create SCP-6374-1 instances of increasing size and complexity, and at an increasing rate, If its effects strengthen, and the SCP-6374-1 instances it produces adopt the same behavior and intelligence as the ones native to SCP-6374, we could well have turned one benign Euclid-class anomaly into two (increasingly expensive) Keters. The fact that the biomass SCP-6374-B produces is increasingly resistant to incineration worries me, as well. We've made the adapting tactics of native SCP-6374-1 instances irrelevant by exploiting a weakness in their psychology, for lack of a better term, and by using a method to kill them that doesn't require force. But if SCP-6374-1 can adapt to fire, they can adapt to the gas, and then the fancy system we've set up (at a cost I'm worried isn't worth it) will be useless. Alternately, we could try to return SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. SCP-6374-1 instances only became aggressive after we took a piece from 6374-A, so perhaps that would return SCP-6374 to its previous, passive state. Even if it stays active, we'd functionally have to deal with one Keter instead of two. Sincerely, Dr. David Wells, SCP-6374 Project Head To: Dr. David Wells From: O5-6 Subject: Re: SCP-6374-B Transfer Dr. Wells, Your request to return SCP-6374-B to SCP-6374-A has been denied. I appreciate the desire to have everything SCP-6374-related in one place, but SCP-6374-B is adequately contained in Site-66. Transporting it back to Provisional Site-581, however, would pose significant difficulty due to the rate of SCP-6374-1 production while being handled or in transit. At present, SCP-6374-B poses no threat outside of its containment cell, and I'm happy to keep it that way. While it's true that keeping SCP-6374-B at its point of origin would be containing two birds with one cage, so to speak, that's only assuming no change in behavior or properties. SCP-6374's overall behavior changed significantly when SCP-6374-B was taken, but we have no guarantee that returning 6374-B would alleviate the situation. You may be putting too much stock in the words of someone clearly traumatized by an anomalous experience. Given what we know about SCP-6374-A itself and everything said by the D-class who encountered it (if they can even be considered a reliable source), making it whole again could very well be the mistake that causes a major breach and makes SCP-6374 even more problematic. I try not to be superstitious, but SCP-6374-A is clearly dangerous, and we simply don't know enough to say whether it's a safe move or a major mistake. Regards, O5-6 Amidst the desolate soil of a strange world, the Dreamer heard its own cries repeated back to it. At last, it had awoken the stolen fragment. Unsaid information flickered between them, like twins long separated. And as the Dreamer prepared a great host of pawns to bring it home, the fragment itself knew a single, new goal: return. Incident 6374-B-2 On 11/6/2019, SCP-6374-B exhibited a sudden and unexpected change in behavior that constituted a major containment breach. Simultaneously, Provisional Site-581 experienced the single largest attempted breach by SCP-6374-1 instances, including 12 species that had not been observed previously. While Provisional Site-581 was able to neutralize the attempt, Site-66 experienced a rapid escalation and significant damage throughout the containment unit. A transcription of events at Site-66 can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] SCP-6374-B is believed to begin produced biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances at roughly octuple its previous rate. This change in behavior is not immediately noticed, but instruments register a slight increase in Hume levels near the cell. [00:11] Site-66 technicians notice a problem when the cameras monitoring SCP-6374-B are blocked by biomass. [00:13] Containment staff are alerted of the blocked cameras and activate the built-in incinerator. [00:19] The biomass covering all cameras in the cell is fully incinerated. [00:23] The incinerator is deactivated. [00:25] Technicians note that SCP-6374-B is suspended from the ceiling by several vines that were not present prior to camera blockage. [00:26] The incinerator is reactivated at maximum temperature. [00:29] The incinerator is deactivated. [00:30] Continued presence of vines is confirmed; containment staff are mobilized to physically sever the vines and retrieve SCP-6374-B if needed. Rapid-cooling measures are activated to lower the temperature in the cell. [00:36] The cell is cool enough to safely enter. Containment staff attempt to open the door, but are initially unsuccessful. [00:41] Containment staff report spontaneous growth of mold in the hall outside SCP-6374-B's cell. [00:42] The cell door is successfully opened, revealing a thick layer of moss and several vines on the inside surface. The doorway is blocked by several wooden branches. [00:44] Containment staff break through the branches blocking the doorway. SCP-6374-1 instances of several species rush out and attempt to escape. [00:45] SCP-6374-1 instances are terminated. Containment staff report the growth of several tree-like plants inside the cell, as well as several large gestation blisterpods. [00:46] Containment staff attempt to sever the vines suspending SCP-6374-B. The intact blisterpods immediately burst open, disgorging two juvenile specimens of Panthera amphibia and fill the air with pollen and spores. The two specimens attack containment staff and cause moderate injury before being terminated. [00:49] Two injured personnel are removed from the cell. SCP-6374-B is successfully retrieved and placed inside a sealed container for relocation. [00:51] SCP-6374-B's containment cell is resealed. [00:53] Injured containment staff are given medical attention. [00:55] Mold outside of SCP-6374-B's cell begins to produce insectoid SCP-6374-1 instances. These are initially not noticed, as containment staff are transporting SCP-6374-B to another cell. [00:59] SCP-6374-B is contained inside a new cell. [01:26] Local Hume levels near SCP-6374-B rise as high as 580. Activation of a Scranton Reality Anchor is able to reduce this effect at range but fails to suppress the elevated levels within the cell. [01:28] Blisterpods containing SCP-6374-1 instances begin rapidly growing on all non-living organic surfaces within a 20-meter radius of SCP-6374-B’s new cell. Moss and fungus continue spread throughout the hall outside of SCP-6374-B’s original cell. [01:30] The rapid growth of biomass in both locations is reported to Site Command. Site Command issues a lockdown order for Bio-Containment Unit 2. Onsite elements of MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" are mobilized to neutralize the breach. [01:33] SCP-6374-1 instances, particularly specimens of Panthera amphibia and Hadrurus titanicus, begin emerging from blisterpods. Immediate activation of the cell’s incinerator reduces biomass and injures or kills most live SCP-6374-1 instances, but the Hadrurus titanicus remain apparently unharmed. [01:35] SCP-6374-B's container bulges outwards. [01:36] Several holes are punched through SCP-6374-B's container. Prehensile vines emerge from the holes and begin pulling the rest of the container apart. [01:38] SCP-6374-B’s container breaks apart completely. SCP-6374-B is revealed as integrated into a plantlike organism resembling an octopus with a humanoid torso at its “center” and braided prehensile vines instead of arms. Once free, the organism grows to a maximum height of approximately 3.5 meters and legspan of up to 7 meters. [01:39] Provisional Site-581 reports the beginning of a breach attempt from SCP-6374 itself. [01:44] SCP-6374-1 instances throughout Bio-Containment Unit 2 attempt to gather outside of SCP-6374-B's containment cell, although most are stopped by sealed doors. [01:50] MTF Beta-7 enters Bio-Containment Unit 2. [01:53] SCP-6374-B's "host" organism, in conjunction with SCP-6374-1 instances inside and outside of the cell, breaches the cell with a combination of brute force and caustic secretions. [01:54] MTF Beta-7 encounters a small group of SCP-6374-1 instances attempting to breach a sealed door within Bio-Containment Unit 2. All instances are terminated by small-arms fire. SCP-6374-B’s host organism begins attempting to force its way out of the local block. [01:57] MTF Beta-7 reaches the block SCP-6374-B is attempting to enter. They are alerted to its escape and impending entry. [01:58] MTF Beta-7 enters the block and takes up positions to fire on SCP-6374-B’s host when it enters. [01:59] MTF Beta-7 unseals the block containing SCP-6374-B. It immediately enters their block and is fired upon. SCP-6374-1 instances move to attack MTF Beta-7 directly while SCP-6374-B’s host organism attempts to escape, using its vines to move at speeds exceeding 15 kph. Four members of MTF Beta-7 are injured. [02:00] Multiple exceptionally large Hadrurus titanicus instances enter the block and attack MTF Beta-7, forcing members of the team to ignore SCP-6374-B in favor of protecting injured personnel. The remainder of the team continues to engage SCP-6374-B’s host organism, which proves partially resistant to bullets but is affected by sprayed chemicals. It continues moving quickly, making neutralization difficult. [02:03] The remaining SCP-6374-1 instances are neutralized. All capable members of MTF Beta-7 pursue SCP-6374-B’s host organism. [02:05] SCP-6374-B’s host organism’s main body is incapacitated by a combination of gunfire wounds to its vines and caustic agents. MTF Beta-7 converges on its location. Portable Kant counters report the radius of elevated Hume levels around SCP-6374-B shrinking. [02:06] SCP-6374-B’s host’s torso splits open, releasing SCP-6374-B with large butterfly wings growing out of it. It takes flight, evading small arms fire and almost instantly regrowing any damage done to its wings by fire or chemicals. [02:08] A portable Scranton Reality Anchor is activated, suppressing Hume levels further and weakening SCP-6374-B’s regenerative capabilities, slowing its flight and causing it to drop to the ground entirely twice. [02:09] B7-3 catches SCP-6374-B and tears its wings off before placing it in a container filled with highly concentrated lye solution. [02:18] MTF Beta-7 partially sterilizes the hall outside of SCP-6374-B's original containment chamber. [02:25] MTF Beta-7 moves SCP-6374-B to a larger tank of lye solution. [02:58] Provisional Site-581 reports that SCP-6374's breach incident has been neutralized. [05:34] All traces of biomass produced by SCP-6374-B are incinerated or removed to be dissolved in lye solution. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: Site-66 Breach To: O5-6 From: Dr. David Wells Subject: Site-66 Breach O5-6, In light of the incident yesterday where SCP-6374-B managed to breach containment twice, expand its effects across an entire containment unit, and injure five people, I am repeating my request to return SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. Containment of SCP-6374-B has been predicated on the necessity of line-of-sight for it to produce biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances, on everything it produces being flammable, and on the idea that it's not sentient, let alone intelligent. The breach proved all three points wrong. I'm thankful that the lye solution seems to either neutralize its effects or reduce them, and dissolve the biomass it does produce, but it can't last forever. The growing immunity to fire proves that the adaptations can grant SCP-6374-1 anomalous properties, so it's only a matter of time before lye solution is no longer effective and a new debacle occurs. We should be glad only five people were injured and nobody was killed this time; next time we might not be so lucky. Regarding the people injured, in fact, I noticed a consistency in the behavior of SCP-6374-1 instances and SCP-6374-B's "host" organism. The only time they actively attempted to hurt humans was when those humans were both directly between SCP-6374-B and escape, and when they were actively opposing SCP-6374-B's escape. The rest of the time, SCP-6374-1 were just trying to aid the host, and the host seemed more focused on running away than fighting. Which brings me to my other point: SCP-6374-B was clearly trying to escape, and was focused solely on escaping. The concurrent breach attempt at Provisional Site-581 likewise featured behavior solely focused on escaping containment, not hurting humans. I don't have concrete proof because no SCP-6374-1 instances have actually escaped containment and reached Site-66, but I believe that the entire goal of the frequent breach attempts at Provisional Site-581 are entirely for the sake of returning SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. I would also like to note that, despite SCP-6374-A presumably having the same anomalous properties as SCP-6374-B, no SCP-6374-1 instances have ever been observed outside of SCP-6374, except for the ones that we took out or that have directly tried to escape. It's not unreasonable to believe that whatever prevents SCP-6374-1 instances from naturally occurring outside SCP-6374 would apply for SCP-6374-B's effects as well. Sincerely, Dr. David Wells, SCP-6374 Project Head To: Dr. David Wells From: O5-6 Subject: Re: Site-66 Breach Dr. Wells, Your request is granted, with the requirement that it be overseen by Mobile Task Force Beta-7 every step of the way. Given the mounting cost of containing SCP-6374 and SCP-6374-B, I am willing to attempt a solution. However, the responsibility of keeping SCP-6374 contained during and after the return of SCP-6374-B falls on you. Should this result in an increase in the scale, aggressiveness, or frequency of breach attempts, you will be removed from your position and MTF Beta-7 will assume control of Provisional Site-581 until such a time as SCP-6374-B can be separated again and recontained. We are taking a significant risk. If returning SCP-6374-B turns out to be a mistake, it would be in your best interest if you are able to undo it. Regards, O5-6 The sour yellow note returned, slipping through the cave and resonating. With it came a strange aura of tranquility that eased the aching void. Moving ever closer, it retraced the path it had taken before. But when it finally came to the Dreamer's sanctum, something changed. The apparition was almost drowned out by a sudden, new glow. An old glow. The Dreamer's own glow. In seconds, the void was filled, and the gnawing pain vanished. At last, the Dreamer could rest in peace again. And it remembered another thing: contentment. Whole again and satisfied, it returned to its dream. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6374" by weiserthanyou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6374. Licensed under CC-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: cavecreature2.jpg Name: Yellow eye with a green body on a dark cave. 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SCP-6375 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6375 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6375 is considered self-containing due to its antimemetic properties and SCP-6375-A’s refusal to exit it. Nonetheless, a small research team of between 2-4 individuals continuously monitors SCP-6375 to prevent any potential unauthorized entry by visitors to Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park. Entrance into SCP-6375 and interaction with SCP-6375-A is generally prohibited and requires special approval from the Regional Director. Description: SCP-6375 is a wooden cabin located in Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park in Del Norte County, California. It resembles residential cabins constructed in rural America in the mid-19th century and has basic amenities appropriate to that time period: A fireplace which will automatically light itself via anomalous means if the ambient temperature in the cabin drops below 17 degrees Celsius. A single-person bed which has remained unused by SCP-6375-A for all of SCP-6375’s recorded history. A study area consisting of a wooden stool, table, and a lantern which remains permanently lit through anomalous means. SCP-6375 is ordinarily imperceptible to observers due to an unusually strong antimemetic effect. It was only discovered accidentally by the Foundation in 1951 due to an Agent using memory-restoring drugs to track an unrelated SCP object nearby. SCP-6375-A is a male humanoid entity referring to itself as the “Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories”. Although SCP-6375 was first discovered in 1951, SCP-6375-A has not aged in that time period and continues to resemble an elderly male in his early-to-mid sixties. SCP-6375-A claims to be assigned by an unknown third party (see Interview Log SCP-6375-A) with the task of completing all unfinished written works of fiction ever created by human beings. Once every 24 hours, a large stack of papers1 will appear in SCP-6375-A’s vicinity. The contents of these papers will invariably be an incomplete work of fiction (or several works), which SCP-6375-A will then complete while retaining the writing style of the original author.2 After being completed, the papers containing the story will disappear from SCP-6375, which SCP-6375-A appears to interpret as them being "collected". When questioned, SCP-6375-A will express irritation at being interrupted and a desire to resume writing as soon as possible. To date, SCP-6375-A has not required rest or any form of sustenance and has yet to express any discomfort or desire to stop writing. As the stories completed by SCP-6375-A are non-anomalous and have yet to provide any useful information to the Foundation, researchers have been instructed not to enter SCP-6375 or disturb SCP-6375-A except under extraordinary circumstances. Currently, the most common form of stories completed by SCP-6375-A are user-generated fiction of existing universes, or "fanfiction”. Interview Log SCP-6375-A: The following interview was conducted on 22 Feb 1953, two years after SCP-6375-A was first discovered. Subsequent interviews yielded similar responses from SCP-6375-A, leading to the implementation of the current monitoring protocols in 1959. This transcript has been edited for brevity and clarity. Interviewer: Agent Michael Carlson Interviewee: SCP-6375-A [Agent Michael Carlson knocks on the cabin door.] SCP-6375-A: Go away! I’m busy! [Agent Carlson opens the door and walks in.] SCP-6375-A: Thank you for being so polite, traveler. Is there something you need? Agent Carlson: I’m sorry to disturb you, but my superiors have instructed me to ask you several questions. [SCP-6375-A sighs and puts down its pencil.] Agent Carlson: Who are you? SCP-6375-A: I am the Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories. Until you so rudely interrupted me, I was working on completing a rather fascinating science fiction novel. Agent Carlson: So you’re a writer? SCP-6375-A: More of a chronicler, as the name implies. I’ve been assigned to complete the stories written by humans that have been forgotten by their creators. An abandoned universe is a terrible thing. [SCP-6375-A picks up its pencil and continues writing.] Agent Carlson: Have you always used a pencil? SCP-6375-A: What the…no, of course not! My writing materials and papers change over time even as I remain blessedly hidden. Agent Carlson: I see. Why is your…house is so hard to find? Based on its construction, you’ve been here awhile. We were fortunate to stumble upon you. SCP-6375-A: And I was unfortunate! As you might have guessed, there are countless unfinished stories that need completing. Only a fraction of the tales spun by humans ever reach a proper end without my help. If my task is to ever be finished, I must work in uninterrupted silence, without unwanted distractions. Agent Carlson: May I ask who assigned you to complete your task? [SCP-6375-A turns around to stare at Agent Carlson, saying “No” forcefully before turning back around to resume writing.] Agent Carlson: Is there anything my superiors can do to assist you with your…assignment? SCP-6375-A: Yes, actually. There is one extremely important thing that I require of you and your superiors. Agent Carlson: What would that be? SCP-6375-A: Get out of my home and stop bothering me! [SCP-6375-A refuses to answer any further questions.] Footnotes 1. The type of paper generated is whatever is most commonly used in North America at the time. As of 2022, SCP-6375 produced papers in the US Letter style. 2. 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SCP-6376 | thaumiel | SCP-6376 upon discovery, 04/03/2013 Item #: SCP-6376 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Outpost-6376 has been constructed around SCP-6376's original location. SCP-6376 is contained in a locked garden within Outpost-6376. Approximately every 2 weeks, 10 liters of human blood is to be poured on the soil and roots surrounding SCP-6376. Ritual-6376 is forbidden without express approval by the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-6376 is a tree of an unknown species with bright red leaves. SCP-6376 requires regular feeding of human blood to survive but has no other environmental requirements. SCP-6376 does not lose its leaves through the changing of seasons, nor does it noticeably grow. Any individual that attempts to harm SCP-6376, through cutting it down or carving into the bark, will hear a voice warning them not to do so, and will receive a debilitating vision if they continue to pursue harming the object. SCP-6376's "voice" is an auditory hallucination resembling human speech that the object produces under certain circumstances, such as Ritual-6376 or if a person attempts to damage it. This hallucination occurs for every human or animal within a 30-meter radius and is not impacted by walls. Individuals who have heard this voice have described it as a deep androgynous voice with gravitas, and an amused tone. Ritual-6376 is a ritual through which SCP-6376 may be communicated with. SCP-6376 appears to be prophetic and has provided useful information to the Foundation in the past. As such, it has received the Thaumiel classification. Addendum 1: Ritual-6376 Ritual-6376 is a method of gaining information from SCP-6376. To start, a sacrifice must be performed by the ritualist. The method of achieving this sacrifice may differ, but it should always involve the body part of a human (such as blood, bone, or hair). Depending on how valuable the sacrifice is to the ritualist, the more valuable the information one gains from SCP-6376 will be. After the sacrifice is performed, it should be lain on the roots of SCP-6376. SCP-6376's roots will then move, pulling the sacrifice under itself. Once the sacrifice has been accepted, the ritualist must ask a question. If the sacrifice is deemed satisfactory in comparison to the value of the question, SCP-6376 will respond. If the sacrifice is unworthy, SCP-6376 will request more. Addendum 2: Notable Ritual-6376 performances Ritual-6376-1 Date Performed: 05/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 liter of blood. Question: "What are you?" Answer: "I am a tree." Ritual-6376-2 Date Performed: 05/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 liter of blood. Question: "Why can you talk?" Answer: "I'll need more before I can tell you." Ritual-6376-3 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 arm from medical surplus. Question: "Why can you talk?" Answer: "Because I was made to." Additional Notes: SCP-6376 appears to resist providing information about itself to others. Giving the rest of my questions for today to my assistant. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-4 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 arm from medical surplus. Question: "Who made you?" Answer: "Your sacrifice is unworthy of that answer." Ritual-6376-5 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 leg from medical surplus. Question: "How much do you know?" Answer: "The best way to explain it would be… everything." Ritual-6376-6 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 leg from medical surplus. Question: "Everything? Are you omniscient?" Answer: "From your perspective, yes." Ritual-6376-9 Date Performed: 05/13/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 human heart. Question: "After this ritual, a random number generator will create 100 numbers between 1 and 1,000,000,000. What are these numbers?" Answer: "683,134,009, 592,351,900, …[EXPUNGED FOR BREVITY]… and 897,329,444." Additional Notes: All numbers provided were accurate. Ritual-6376-13 Date Performed: 05/15/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 10 milliliters of human blood, sourced from medical surplus. Question: "Who am I?" Answer: "Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes, PhD in anthropology, born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, December 7th, 1982, National Insurance number ██-██-██-██-█." Ritual-6376-14 Date Performed: 05/15/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 10 milliliters of pigs blood, sourced from a local butcher. Question: "Who am I?" Answer: SCP-6376 refused to accept the sacrifice, instead requesting that it be cleaned up. Additional Notes: So, SCP-6376 only accepts human sacrifices. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-15 Date Performed: 08/15/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 human brain. Question: "Are you a god?" Answer: "By some definitions." Additional Notes: The next day, Dr. Holmes reported strange dreams involving SCP-6376. As these dreams were not repeated on future nights, it was deemed a non-anomalous event. Ritual-6376-17 Date Performed: 05/18/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse sourced from medical surplus. Question: "What is the most optimal containment method for SCP-8███?" Answer: "Isolate it from the herd and surround it with iron walls. Draw a salt circle within its containment chamber and make absolutely sure to refresh the salt once every three days. Every twenty-one days, push a goat into the salt circle. Once the goat has been devoured, it will be sedentary, and you will be free to remove the bones." Additional Notes: I hope that with this experiment, I have shown how SCP-6376 could be an extremely valuable asset to the Foundation. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-19 Date Performed: 05/24/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "Where is SCP-0███?" Answer: "The bottom of the Marianas Trench. Don't worry though, the pressure killed it, and the anomalous effects dissipated." Ritual-6376-26 Date Performed: 07/01/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "What happened to SCP-3███?" Answer: "It was taken by the Serpents Hand, and currently is in an unmarked box in a warehouse in Pokhara, Nepal." Ritual-6376-35 Date Performed: 07/25/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: "Apologies, your sacrifice is not worthy." Ritual-6376-36 Date Performed: 07/25/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: Three human corpses. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: "Your sacrifice, while an improvement, is still not worthy." Additional Notes: This is about as much as I'm willing to spend on one question. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-37 Date Performed: 07/26/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-2349. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: SCP-6376 provided a list of 128 names of Foundation Personnel. From 128, 41 were exchanged for hostages or stolen anomalies, 32 were interrogated for information, and 4 were released with a warning. Of the remaining 53, 30 were employed as D-Class at Outpost-6376. Additional Notes: After this ritual, Researcher Miranda Sykes withdrew from the project. In recognition of his work, Dr. Richard Holmes was promoted to Researcher. Ritual-6376-42 Date Performed: 08/15/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-3. Question: "What is the meaning of life?" Answer: "It differs between the individual." Ritual-6376-49 Date Performed: 08/24/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-8. Question: "What is the greatest danger to the Foundation at the present time?" Answer: "The unwilling collapse of the Veil at an inconvenient moment, and the masses rising up against you." Additional Notes: This ritual was interrupted when the sacrifice attempted to run from the garden halfway through. Fortunately, Outpost-6376's security team was able to dispose of them before they left the garden. Ritual-6376-54 Date Performed: 09/01/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-14. Question: "How can the Foundation best prepare for upcoming dangers over the next decade?" Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: After this ritual, in recognition for his help to the Foundation, Dr. Holmes was promoted to Senior Researcher. Ritual-6376-66 Date Performed: 09/08/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-23. Question: "What is the most fruitful question the Foundation could ask you?" Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: Finding the answer to this question has been deemed a top priority by the O5 Council. Ritual-6376-67 Date Performed: 09/09/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-24. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "This isn't enough for an answer like this." Ritual-6376-68 Date Performed: 09/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-25, D-6376-26. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "Still not enough. Sorry." Ritual-6376-69 Date Performed: 09/12/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-27, D-6376-28, D-6376-29, and D-6376-30 are placed into a wooden cage in SCP-6376's garden. That cage is set on fire, and the sacrifices are incinerated. The ashes are given to SCP-6376. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "Still not enough, but I appreciated the theatrics." Ritual-6376-74 Date Performed: 09/20/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse Question: "What sacrifice would be worthy of the question [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER]?" Answer: "There are many I would accept. You are approaching this from the wrong angle. Sacrifice's merit isn't based on the value or amount sacrificed, it's based on how difficult of a sacrifice it is. No matter how many D-Class lives you give me, you already considered them disposable. That impacts their value." Additional Notes: Let it end, Holmes. —Dr. Sykes Leave me be. I'll figure it out. —Dr. Holmes Ritual-6376-75 Date Performed: 09/26/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: Lynn Holmes, David Holmes Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: Dr. Holmes accomplished this sacrifice by drugging his wife and infant son. He brought them to the garden, and terminated them while they were asleep. In recognition of his help to the Foundation, and as compensation for his loss, he was issued a 33% pay raise, starting at the next calendar year. Addendum 3: Incident-6376 Incident #: 6376 Incident Date: 09/28/2013 Incident Report: At 03:41, Senior Researcher Richard Holmes entered SCP-6376's garden, and barricaded himself in. He then attempted to damage SCP-6376 with an axe. The following transcript details security footage taken within SCP-6376's enclosure. Notably, since SCP-6376 communicates mentally, its side of the conversation is unknown. [Dr. Holmes enters the garden and barricades the door.] Dr. Holmes: Hello. [Dr. Holmes walks towards SCP-6376.] Dr. Holmes: You lied. You promised me success. You promised me happiness. Then you killed my family! [Dr. Holmes swings his axe at SCP-6376. He stops partway through the swing.] Dr. Holmes: I know. Don't care. [Dr. Holmes swings the axe back, and collapses screaming.] [Dr. Holmes closes his eyes and grabs the axe, swinging around blindly.] [Dr. Holmes screams.] Dr. Holmes: No! No! No! No! No! [The axe makes contact with SCP-6376, dislodging a small amount of bark. A red sap indistinguishable from blood leaks out.] [Dr. Holmes stops swinging and drops the axe.] [Dr. Holmes collapses on the roots of SCP-6376, and begins sobbing.] [Dr. Holmes shakes, then stills. He stops sobbing.] Dr. Holmes: …Oh. [The roots of SCP-6376 reach up to grab Dr. Holmes. Dr. Holmes does not fight this.] [Fifteen seconds of corrupted footage.] [Dr. Holmes lies limp in SCP-6376's roots. He is pulled beneath the earth.] Result: Access to SCP-6376 is now forbidden to everyone without express order of the Outpost Director. Security surrounding SCP-6376's garden has been increased to prevent further break-ins. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6376" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6376. Licensed under CC-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-6377 | esoteric-class | Bread_Tyrant Author Page NOTICE FROM SITE-301'S DIRECTOR Morning everyone, Hope you all are having a great day here at Site-301. Unfortunately, today I have some bad news to share. This month has been tough on the Foundations research budget and thus we don't quite have the money to take risks. Recently we've been transferred Item: SCP-6377, and I can't provide it to one department so that they might figure it out. Instead I'm giving the money out equally to all the departments at Site-301 in the hopes that at least one of you can create good and coherent documentation on SCP-6377. Think of this as some kind of… yes a competition! We'll finally know which is the best department! And for a prize you can get, I don't know, a week of paid leave. I'd say that's a pretty good deal. Good luck, and may the best department win! — Dir. Allen Dep. of Mythology Dep. of Surrealistics Dep. of Cognitohazards Dep. of Anart Dep. of Occult Dep. of Essophysics Dep. of Reality Dep. of Somniumistics Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: In theory, SCP-6377 is only sustained through the population continuing to fall asleep. General entity containment is currently impossible to achieve through conventional means, meaning that the elimination of sleep is our only current method of preventing SCP-6377. While SCP-6377 is omnipresent, civilians primarily attribute SCP-6377 to what can be expected while affected by sleep paralysis, making it functionally an explained anomaly. Description: SCP-6377 is the manifestation of Boba Bhoot from Bengali mythology. SCP-6377 manifests when an individual assumes the supine position while also entering REM sleep. After a variable amount of time, the subject will become afflicted by sleep paralysis, at which point SCP-6377 will seemingly strangle the subject until paralysis ceases. SCP-6377 has been described as "shrouded in shadow". Several subjects have described entering this paralytic state, without the presence of SCP-6377, instead they describe distortions in reality forming that of memories or dreams. Currently SCP-6377 has only been known to affect 0.2% of the populus. Notes: This is much better, but your containment methods are more of a hypothetical than actual useful containment procedures. I'll see if any one else makes a better document, but this one is a pretty good contender. Good job! Rate (+17), Discuss (5) Item #: SCP-6377 For the first time my Eyes were open, and I saw the faces of those I'd only seen in my mind, and for a split second, I felt as if the world had converged into one singular moment in time. For the first time in my life, I felt God's heartbeat. Thank you! Special Containment Procedures: While we did give it Keter, that doesn't really give it justice… pause for dramatic effect and then close both eyes once you're awake again to stop whatever was just injected into our reality from the individual or the collective that invented it subconsciously. Thus we've kept it highly nominal, The Horizontal Gate. For every conceivable thing, there is a thing that came before it and gave inspiration to it, so if you really wanted to contain SCP-6377, then you should remove everything that is inspired or can give inspiration. Just remove all influence and then SCP-6377 will no longer have a purpose to exist, so it will become dormant, unless it becomes stagnant. What can destroy SCP-6377: The Sun Insomnia Narcolepsy Lack of inspiration, likely due to black moons Lack of free will or imagination Description: There are two options: either SCP-6377 is a fundamental part of the human experience, or it is something else. What we do know is that everyone's face has two of them, or SCP-6377 just appears twice on everyone's face, in which case we aren't the ones in control and the Containment Procedures should be ignored. To be fair though, I haven't seen anyone be so happy to have SCP-6377. To put it simply, it's a binary anomaly, could be open or closed1, but only closed for mere moments, unless the host is laying down on which case it predominantly remains closed. So SCP-6377 is the opening of the otherwise closed SCP-6377, and with this opening one should be capable of perceiving what was once only ever thought possible in the intangible and incorporeal. I should also add that SCP-6377 acted as the key to our beloved Site-⌘2, which means it's only accessed when otherwise closed objects are opened, for whatever reason. It's hidden in the space between what even Schrödinger thought wasn't possible. For SCP-6377 the improbability becomes the most possible in reality. Don't forget however that whatever is projected can only be seen by the host, unless it was a collective, much like how Site-⌘ was synthesised. For SCP-6377 to work (we're referring to the process, not the item), one must be deep within the sea, until their muscles no longer respond and their brain no longer sees time. I've seen people get so worked up on the little details that they're unable to complete SCP-6377. To be honest, you just have to be in a stable and relaxed place. Some people even do it by accident like our friend, Liaison Jean Tzara-Höch — this is what they saw: All my possessions were a moment in time, like the drip drop of a tap in the morning, that really grinds your rusted gears. To see true beauty, nothing matters but the location or setting, plot, and reason for it all. Without those, there is no purpose and without a purpose comes SCP-6377. It's the purpose creator, the reason I decided to help make our beloved Site-⌘, a zigzag in an otherwise curvy line. When I pointed this out to the janitor, Mr. Taeuber, who was recently promoted from assistant janitor, said that he didn't see nothing and said I was crazy as we wiped the spilled agnostics off the ground. I could see it and that was all that mattered. It was then that I closed the two boxes and it disappeared, disqualified from reality as an impossible, but I assure you that it was no such impossibility. I hope that cleared everything up, but I really implore you to try SCP-6377, as it was quite interesting. That reminds me! Object Class (Part 2): Keter, but that's okay. Introspection: I've seen this daily each time I wake up: What's left of the cold heart in your bed. Notes: I don't know what I expected but this is extremely confusing, and I can't submit this, so I'll move on to the next department. Good luck with whatever it is you guys do? Rate (+5310), Discuss (5145) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could be contained with a mass amnestic injection, however this is currently outside of the Foundations scope due to the number of variables involved. This means that SCP-6377 is uncontainable at this current time. Description: SCP-6377 is an omnipresent cognitohazardous symbol, located within the noospheric mindspace within each individual. This symbol remains in either dormant or active state, with an active state only being located in 0.2% of the population. A dormant instance can become active, but not vice versa. An active instance SCP-6377 will become present when the subject enters REM sleep, in which SCP-6377 generates a connection between the subjects mindspace and baseline reality. This will result in intangible noospheric formations only present to the hosts of active SCP-6377 instances. Notes: This is another good one, but I'm still unsure on the containment procedures. More research needs to be done in the containment procedures. Okay job. Rate (-12), Discuss (15) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: The range at which SCP-6377 exists is too vast for the Foundation to reasonably control, thus SCP-6377 is uncontained. SCP-6377 is not necessarily dangerous, and as such, can be implemented into the Foundation. Description: SCP-6377 is a piece of anomalous artwork (anartwork) directly linked to the human noospheric experience of present consensus structures that make up the conceptual human form and outward perception. Two main theories around SCP-6377 exist: SCP-6377 is wholly isolated as a metaphysical anartwork experienced indirectly by baseline humanity. As such it has a reduced scope to that of merely just existing rather than being an integral part of experience. SCP-6377 is omnipresent to the point that people will unconsciously integrate it into their personal experience, forming a purely imaginative bubble within the Noosphere resulting in the formation of unconscious dream structures. Despite this, SCP-6377 will also have some effect on baseline experience, and can be described as sleep paralysis. Notes: Again, we need containment procedures, this just isn't good enough for them. Anyone else who states that is uncontainable will result in everyone forfeiting the prize. Do better! Rate (-106), Discuss (34) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: Procedure "Middle of the World" has been developed in order to contain SCP-6377. Procedure — Middle of the World Step 1: "Known Transference" All thoughts that are possible are contained within the wider noosphere, with much of it still undiscovered. For containment, we can regard all currently known thoughts as yet to be discovered ones, which will change the paradigm surrounding SCP-6377, making it a misunderstood impossibility. Step 2: "Long-term" To ensure this holds, SCP-6377 should no longer be considered mysterious or interesting either, as to not create the possibility of understanding within the Noosphere. To complete this calls for the removal of anything that has a relation to SCP-6377, as those base concepts extend into what the anomaly is. This can be achieved by the elimination of dreams. Step 3: "Post Subsidence" Once dreams have subsequently been eliminated, it would be in the Foundation's best interest to make people forget that dreams ever existed. In order to do this, it would call for the widespread release of Anti-Somniumsisms.4 Description: SCP-6377 is a ritualistic activity making up an extension of the concept of dreaming, achieved once entering REM sleep. The results of SCP-6377 is that these extensions become integrated into one's perception of reality. Notes: Something that I can work with. Rate (+15), Discuss (7) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 requires no containment. Description: SCP-6377 is a fundamental essophysical, eye-shaped hole within conceptual dreamspace, which also extends into baseline reality. For instance, if a subject is capable of altering SCP-6377, then they are also capable of altering reality to their perception only, through what they've seen within dreamspace. Notes: To be fair, you tried, but this is severely lacking in several places. Good luck next time, if your department survives the next round of budget cuts. Rate (-1), Discuss (2) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could functionally be contained by a Class VIII Extreme Yemmings Achorial Bolt, a model which currently doesn't exist and is still in development. Description: SCP-6377 is an existential semi-reality currently fully integrated into baseline reality. SCP-6377 is highly influenced by the human Noosphere, however its position within it is unknown. Much of SCP-6377 is intangible to 99.8% of the population, with this 0.2% being capable of noospherically influencing SCP-6377 once entering REM sleep. Subjects have described seeing their memories or dreams in reality, which are sustained as long as REM sleep is achieved within 24 hours of the manifestation existing. Many have described entering a state similar to sleep paralysis as these manifestations occur. It is unknown if SCP-6377 can be influenced purposefully, as all subjects so far have described unintentionally activating it. Notes: I'm so totally fucked. Perhaps this isn't the fault of the departments but of the anomaly itself. No matter how many people I've gotten to research this thing, nobody can seem to contain it at all. Quite concerning no? I've got one department left. Rate (~4), Discuss (8) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: If one is to eliminate SCP-6377, one must eliminate sleep. Description: SCP-6377 is a biological function of dreams, in which certain individuals are capable of waking themselves up while still being connected to the Somniumsphere or Dreamspace. This allows for the perception of dreams and memories in reality that would otherwise only be accessible during REM sleep. Creations as a result of SCP-6377 are primarily only perceptible to the host of the dream, however, dreams which are shared collectively means that several individuals can experience SCP-6377 simultaneously. Notes: Okay, now I'm fucked. Thanks everyone for trying. Rate (±188), Discuss (57) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dir. Allen From: Executive Assistant Dir. Page Subject: You're in big trouble I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea, I have O5 constantly looking over me now because of you. Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused, let alone all the personnel you put at risk. Now I will say, I can't argue with your results, but this was irresponsible and immature of you. They've decided to suspend you for 2 weeks. Yours not sincerely — Dir. Page P.S. You can reclass SCP-6377 as neutralised now, we haven't needed to sleep for 2 months now. Footnotes 1. Or left and right! 2. Piano keys or computer keys, see list A and 1 3. Item is so big in scope or is so integrated into non-anomalous life and consensus reality, that research into viable containment methods has been deemed unnecessary. This does not necessarily mean the item is harmful or veil breaking. 4. Chemicals which prevent dreaming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6377" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6377. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6377 | neutralized | Bread_Tyrant Author Page NOTICE FROM SITE-301'S DIRECTOR Morning everyone, Hope you all are having a great day here at Site-301. Unfortunately, today I have some bad news to share. This month has been tough on the Foundations research budget and thus we don't quite have the money to take risks. Recently we've been transferred Item: SCP-6377, and I can't provide it to one department so that they might figure it out. Instead I'm giving the money out equally to all the departments at Site-301 in the hopes that at least one of you can create good and coherent documentation on SCP-6377. Think of this as some kind of… yes a competition! We'll finally know which is the best department! And for a prize you can get, I don't know, a week of paid leave. I'd say that's a pretty good deal. Good luck, and may the best department win! — Dir. Allen Dep. of Mythology Dep. of Surrealistics Dep. of Cognitohazards Dep. of Anart Dep. of Occult Dep. of Essophysics Dep. of Reality Dep. of Somniumistics Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: In theory, SCP-6377 is only sustained through the population continuing to fall asleep. General entity containment is currently impossible to achieve through conventional means, meaning that the elimination of sleep is our only current method of preventing SCP-6377. While SCP-6377 is omnipresent, civilians primarily attribute SCP-6377 to what can be expected while affected by sleep paralysis, making it functionally an explained anomaly. Description: SCP-6377 is the manifestation of Boba Bhoot from Bengali mythology. SCP-6377 manifests when an individual assumes the supine position while also entering REM sleep. After a variable amount of time, the subject will become afflicted by sleep paralysis, at which point SCP-6377 will seemingly strangle the subject until paralysis ceases. SCP-6377 has been described as "shrouded in shadow". Several subjects have described entering this paralytic state, without the presence of SCP-6377, instead they describe distortions in reality forming that of memories or dreams. Currently SCP-6377 has only been known to affect 0.2% of the populus. Notes: This is much better, but your containment methods are more of a hypothetical than actual useful containment procedures. I'll see if any one else makes a better document, but this one is a pretty good contender. Good job! Rate (+17), Discuss (5) Item #: SCP-6377 For the first time my Eyes were open, and I saw the faces of those I'd only seen in my mind, and for a split second, I felt as if the world had converged into one singular moment in time. For the first time in my life, I felt God's heartbeat. Thank you! Special Containment Procedures: While we did give it Keter, that doesn't really give it justice… pause for dramatic effect and then close both eyes once you're awake again to stop whatever was just injected into our reality from the individual or the collective that invented it subconsciously. Thus we've kept it highly nominal, The Horizontal Gate. For every conceivable thing, there is a thing that came before it and gave inspiration to it, so if you really wanted to contain SCP-6377, then you should remove everything that is inspired or can give inspiration. Just remove all influence and then SCP-6377 will no longer have a purpose to exist, so it will become dormant, unless it becomes stagnant. What can destroy SCP-6377: The Sun Insomnia Narcolepsy Lack of inspiration, likely due to black moons Lack of free will or imagination Description: There are two options: either SCP-6377 is a fundamental part of the human experience, or it is something else. What we do know is that everyone's face has two of them, or SCP-6377 just appears twice on everyone's face, in which case we aren't the ones in control and the Containment Procedures should be ignored. To be fair though, I haven't seen anyone be so happy to have SCP-6377. To put it simply, it's a binary anomaly, could be open or closed1, but only closed for mere moments, unless the host is laying down on which case it predominantly remains closed. So SCP-6377 is the opening of the otherwise closed SCP-6377, and with this opening one should be capable of perceiving what was once only ever thought possible in the intangible and incorporeal. I should also add that SCP-6377 acted as the key to our beloved Site-⌘2, which means it's only accessed when otherwise closed objects are opened, for whatever reason. It's hidden in the space between what even Schrödinger thought wasn't possible. For SCP-6377 the improbability becomes the most possible in reality. Don't forget however that whatever is projected can only be seen by the host, unless it was a collective, much like how Site-⌘ was synthesised. For SCP-6377 to work (we're referring to the process, not the item), one must be deep within the sea, until their muscles no longer respond and their brain no longer sees time. I've seen people get so worked up on the little details that they're unable to complete SCP-6377. To be honest, you just have to be in a stable and relaxed place. Some people even do it by accident like our friend, Liaison Jean Tzara-Höch — this is what they saw: All my possessions were a moment in time, like the drip drop of a tap in the morning, that really grinds your rusted gears. To see true beauty, nothing matters but the location or setting, plot, and reason for it all. Without those, there is no purpose and without a purpose comes SCP-6377. It's the purpose creator, the reason I decided to help make our beloved Site-⌘, a zigzag in an otherwise curvy line. When I pointed this out to the janitor, Mr. Taeuber, who was recently promoted from assistant janitor, said that he didn't see nothing and said I was crazy as we wiped the spilled agnostics off the ground. I could see it and that was all that mattered. It was then that I closed the two boxes and it disappeared, disqualified from reality as an impossible, but I assure you that it was no such impossibility. I hope that cleared everything up, but I really implore you to try SCP-6377, as it was quite interesting. That reminds me! Object Class (Part 2): Keter, but that's okay. Introspection: I've seen this daily each time I wake up: What's left of the cold heart in your bed. Notes: I don't know what I expected but this is extremely confusing, and I can't submit this, so I'll move on to the next department. Good luck with whatever it is you guys do? Rate (+5310), Discuss (5145) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could be contained with a mass amnestic injection, however this is currently outside of the Foundations scope due to the number of variables involved. This means that SCP-6377 is uncontainable at this current time. Description: SCP-6377 is an omnipresent cognitohazardous symbol, located within the noospheric mindspace within each individual. This symbol remains in either dormant or active state, with an active state only being located in 0.2% of the population. A dormant instance can become active, but not vice versa. An active instance SCP-6377 will become present when the subject enters REM sleep, in which SCP-6377 generates a connection between the subjects mindspace and baseline reality. This will result in intangible noospheric formations only present to the hosts of active SCP-6377 instances. Notes: This is another good one, but I'm still unsure on the containment procedures. More research needs to be done in the containment procedures. Okay job. Rate (-12), Discuss (15) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: The range at which SCP-6377 exists is too vast for the Foundation to reasonably control, thus SCP-6377 is uncontained. SCP-6377 is not necessarily dangerous, and as such, can be implemented into the Foundation. Description: SCP-6377 is a piece of anomalous artwork (anartwork) directly linked to the human noospheric experience of present consensus structures that make up the conceptual human form and outward perception. Two main theories around SCP-6377 exist: SCP-6377 is wholly isolated as a metaphysical anartwork experienced indirectly by baseline humanity. As such it has a reduced scope to that of merely just existing rather than being an integral part of experience. SCP-6377 is omnipresent to the point that people will unconsciously integrate it into their personal experience, forming a purely imaginative bubble within the Noosphere resulting in the formation of unconscious dream structures. Despite this, SCP-6377 will also have some effect on baseline experience, and can be described as sleep paralysis. Notes: Again, we need containment procedures, this just isn't good enough for them. Anyone else who states that is uncontainable will result in everyone forfeiting the prize. Do better! Rate (-106), Discuss (34) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: Procedure "Middle of the World" has been developed in order to contain SCP-6377. Procedure — Middle of the World Step 1: "Known Transference" All thoughts that are possible are contained within the wider noosphere, with much of it still undiscovered. For containment, we can regard all currently known thoughts as yet to be discovered ones, which will change the paradigm surrounding SCP-6377, making it a misunderstood impossibility. Step 2: "Long-term" To ensure this holds, SCP-6377 should no longer be considered mysterious or interesting either, as to not create the possibility of understanding within the Noosphere. To complete this calls for the removal of anything that has a relation to SCP-6377, as those base concepts extend into what the anomaly is. This can be achieved by the elimination of dreams. Step 3: "Post Subsidence" Once dreams have subsequently been eliminated, it would be in the Foundation's best interest to make people forget that dreams ever existed. In order to do this, it would call for the widespread release of Anti-Somniumsisms.4 Description: SCP-6377 is a ritualistic activity making up an extension of the concept of dreaming, achieved once entering REM sleep. The results of SCP-6377 is that these extensions become integrated into one's perception of reality. Notes: Something that I can work with. Rate (+15), Discuss (7) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 requires no containment. Description: SCP-6377 is a fundamental essophysical, eye-shaped hole within conceptual dreamspace, which also extends into baseline reality. For instance, if a subject is capable of altering SCP-6377, then they are also capable of altering reality to their perception only, through what they've seen within dreamspace. Notes: To be fair, you tried, but this is severely lacking in several places. Good luck next time, if your department survives the next round of budget cuts. Rate (-1), Discuss (2) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could functionally be contained by a Class VIII Extreme Yemmings Achorial Bolt, a model which currently doesn't exist and is still in development. Description: SCP-6377 is an existential semi-reality currently fully integrated into baseline reality. SCP-6377 is highly influenced by the human Noosphere, however its position within it is unknown. Much of SCP-6377 is intangible to 99.8% of the population, with this 0.2% being capable of noospherically influencing SCP-6377 once entering REM sleep. Subjects have described seeing their memories or dreams in reality, which are sustained as long as REM sleep is achieved within 24 hours of the manifestation existing. Many have described entering a state similar to sleep paralysis as these manifestations occur. It is unknown if SCP-6377 can be influenced purposefully, as all subjects so far have described unintentionally activating it. Notes: I'm so totally fucked. Perhaps this isn't the fault of the departments but of the anomaly itself. No matter how many people I've gotten to research this thing, nobody can seem to contain it at all. Quite concerning no? I've got one department left. Rate (~4), Discuss (8) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: If one is to eliminate SCP-6377, one must eliminate sleep. Description: SCP-6377 is a biological function of dreams, in which certain individuals are capable of waking themselves up while still being connected to the Somniumsphere or Dreamspace. This allows for the perception of dreams and memories in reality that would otherwise only be accessible during REM sleep. Creations as a result of SCP-6377 are primarily only perceptible to the host of the dream, however, dreams which are shared collectively means that several individuals can experience SCP-6377 simultaneously. Notes: Okay, now I'm fucked. Thanks everyone for trying. Rate (±188), Discuss (57) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dir. Allen From: Executive Assistant Dir. Page Subject: You're in big trouble I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea, I have O5 constantly looking over me now because of you. Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused, let alone all the personnel you put at risk. Now I will say, I can't argue with your results, but this was irresponsible and immature of you. They've decided to suspend you for 2 weeks. Yours not sincerely — Dir. Page P.S. You can reclass SCP-6377 as neutralised now, we haven't needed to sleep for 2 months now. Footnotes 1. Or left and right! 2. Piano keys or computer keys, see list A and 1 3. Item is so big in scope or is so integrated into non-anomalous life and consensus reality, that research into viable containment methods has been deemed unnecessary. This does not necessarily mean the item is harmful or veil breaking. 4. Chemicals which prevent dreaming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6377" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6377. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6377 | uncontained | Bread_Tyrant Author Page NOTICE FROM SITE-301'S DIRECTOR Morning everyone, Hope you all are having a great day here at Site-301. Unfortunately, today I have some bad news to share. This month has been tough on the Foundations research budget and thus we don't quite have the money to take risks. Recently we've been transferred Item: SCP-6377, and I can't provide it to one department so that they might figure it out. Instead I'm giving the money out equally to all the departments at Site-301 in the hopes that at least one of you can create good and coherent documentation on SCP-6377. Think of this as some kind of… yes a competition! We'll finally know which is the best department! And for a prize you can get, I don't know, a week of paid leave. I'd say that's a pretty good deal. Good luck, and may the best department win! — Dir. Allen Dep. of Mythology Dep. of Surrealistics Dep. of Cognitohazards Dep. of Anart Dep. of Occult Dep. of Essophysics Dep. of Reality Dep. of Somniumistics Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: In theory, SCP-6377 is only sustained through the population continuing to fall asleep. General entity containment is currently impossible to achieve through conventional means, meaning that the elimination of sleep is our only current method of preventing SCP-6377. While SCP-6377 is omnipresent, civilians primarily attribute SCP-6377 to what can be expected while affected by sleep paralysis, making it functionally an explained anomaly. Description: SCP-6377 is the manifestation of Boba Bhoot from Bengali mythology. SCP-6377 manifests when an individual assumes the supine position while also entering REM sleep. After a variable amount of time, the subject will become afflicted by sleep paralysis, at which point SCP-6377 will seemingly strangle the subject until paralysis ceases. SCP-6377 has been described as "shrouded in shadow". Several subjects have described entering this paralytic state, without the presence of SCP-6377, instead they describe distortions in reality forming that of memories or dreams. Currently SCP-6377 has only been known to affect 0.2% of the populus. Notes: This is much better, but your containment methods are more of a hypothetical than actual useful containment procedures. I'll see if any one else makes a better document, but this one is a pretty good contender. Good job! Rate (+17), Discuss (5) Item #: SCP-6377 For the first time my Eyes were open, and I saw the faces of those I'd only seen in my mind, and for a split second, I felt as if the world had converged into one singular moment in time. For the first time in my life, I felt God's heartbeat. Thank you! Special Containment Procedures: While we did give it Keter, that doesn't really give it justice… pause for dramatic effect and then close both eyes once you're awake again to stop whatever was just injected into our reality from the individual or the collective that invented it subconsciously. Thus we've kept it highly nominal, The Horizontal Gate. For every conceivable thing, there is a thing that came before it and gave inspiration to it, so if you really wanted to contain SCP-6377, then you should remove everything that is inspired or can give inspiration. Just remove all influence and then SCP-6377 will no longer have a purpose to exist, so it will become dormant, unless it becomes stagnant. What can destroy SCP-6377: The Sun Insomnia Narcolepsy Lack of inspiration, likely due to black moons Lack of free will or imagination Description: There are two options: either SCP-6377 is a fundamental part of the human experience, or it is something else. What we do know is that everyone's face has two of them, or SCP-6377 just appears twice on everyone's face, in which case we aren't the ones in control and the Containment Procedures should be ignored. To be fair though, I haven't seen anyone be so happy to have SCP-6377. To put it simply, it's a binary anomaly, could be open or closed1, but only closed for mere moments, unless the host is laying down on which case it predominantly remains closed. So SCP-6377 is the opening of the otherwise closed SCP-6377, and with this opening one should be capable of perceiving what was once only ever thought possible in the intangible and incorporeal. I should also add that SCP-6377 acted as the key to our beloved Site-⌘2, which means it's only accessed when otherwise closed objects are opened, for whatever reason. It's hidden in the space between what even Schrödinger thought wasn't possible. For SCP-6377 the improbability becomes the most possible in reality. Don't forget however that whatever is projected can only be seen by the host, unless it was a collective, much like how Site-⌘ was synthesised. For SCP-6377 to work (we're referring to the process, not the item), one must be deep within the sea, until their muscles no longer respond and their brain no longer sees time. I've seen people get so worked up on the little details that they're unable to complete SCP-6377. To be honest, you just have to be in a stable and relaxed place. Some people even do it by accident like our friend, Liaison Jean Tzara-Höch — this is what they saw: All my possessions were a moment in time, like the drip drop of a tap in the morning, that really grinds your rusted gears. To see true beauty, nothing matters but the location or setting, plot, and reason for it all. Without those, there is no purpose and without a purpose comes SCP-6377. It's the purpose creator, the reason I decided to help make our beloved Site-⌘, a zigzag in an otherwise curvy line. When I pointed this out to the janitor, Mr. Taeuber, who was recently promoted from assistant janitor, said that he didn't see nothing and said I was crazy as we wiped the spilled agnostics off the ground. I could see it and that was all that mattered. It was then that I closed the two boxes and it disappeared, disqualified from reality as an impossible, but I assure you that it was no such impossibility. I hope that cleared everything up, but I really implore you to try SCP-6377, as it was quite interesting. That reminds me! Object Class (Part 2): Keter, but that's okay. Introspection: I've seen this daily each time I wake up: What's left of the cold heart in your bed. Notes: I don't know what I expected but this is extremely confusing, and I can't submit this, so I'll move on to the next department. Good luck with whatever it is you guys do? Rate (+5310), Discuss (5145) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could be contained with a mass amnestic injection, however this is currently outside of the Foundations scope due to the number of variables involved. This means that SCP-6377 is uncontainable at this current time. Description: SCP-6377 is an omnipresent cognitohazardous symbol, located within the noospheric mindspace within each individual. This symbol remains in either dormant or active state, with an active state only being located in 0.2% of the population. A dormant instance can become active, but not vice versa. An active instance SCP-6377 will become present when the subject enters REM sleep, in which SCP-6377 generates a connection between the subjects mindspace and baseline reality. This will result in intangible noospheric formations only present to the hosts of active SCP-6377 instances. Notes: This is another good one, but I'm still unsure on the containment procedures. More research needs to be done in the containment procedures. Okay job. Rate (-12), Discuss (15) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: The range at which SCP-6377 exists is too vast for the Foundation to reasonably control, thus SCP-6377 is uncontained. SCP-6377 is not necessarily dangerous, and as such, can be implemented into the Foundation. Description: SCP-6377 is a piece of anomalous artwork (anartwork) directly linked to the human noospheric experience of present consensus structures that make up the conceptual human form and outward perception. Two main theories around SCP-6377 exist: SCP-6377 is wholly isolated as a metaphysical anartwork experienced indirectly by baseline humanity. As such it has a reduced scope to that of merely just existing rather than being an integral part of experience. SCP-6377 is omnipresent to the point that people will unconsciously integrate it into their personal experience, forming a purely imaginative bubble within the Noosphere resulting in the formation of unconscious dream structures. Despite this, SCP-6377 will also have some effect on baseline experience, and can be described as sleep paralysis. Notes: Again, we need containment procedures, this just isn't good enough for them. Anyone else who states that is uncontainable will result in everyone forfeiting the prize. Do better! Rate (-106), Discuss (34) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: Procedure "Middle of the World" has been developed in order to contain SCP-6377. Procedure — Middle of the World Step 1: "Known Transference" All thoughts that are possible are contained within the wider noosphere, with much of it still undiscovered. For containment, we can regard all currently known thoughts as yet to be discovered ones, which will change the paradigm surrounding SCP-6377, making it a misunderstood impossibility. Step 2: "Long-term" To ensure this holds, SCP-6377 should no longer be considered mysterious or interesting either, as to not create the possibility of understanding within the Noosphere. To complete this calls for the removal of anything that has a relation to SCP-6377, as those base concepts extend into what the anomaly is. This can be achieved by the elimination of dreams. Step 3: "Post Subsidence" Once dreams have subsequently been eliminated, it would be in the Foundation's best interest to make people forget that dreams ever existed. In order to do this, it would call for the widespread release of Anti-Somniumsisms.4 Description: SCP-6377 is a ritualistic activity making up an extension of the concept of dreaming, achieved once entering REM sleep. The results of SCP-6377 is that these extensions become integrated into one's perception of reality. Notes: Something that I can work with. Rate (+15), Discuss (7) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 requires no containment. Description: SCP-6377 is a fundamental essophysical, eye-shaped hole within conceptual dreamspace, which also extends into baseline reality. For instance, if a subject is capable of altering SCP-6377, then they are also capable of altering reality to their perception only, through what they've seen within dreamspace. Notes: To be fair, you tried, but this is severely lacking in several places. Good luck next time, if your department survives the next round of budget cuts. Rate (-1), Discuss (2) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could functionally be contained by a Class VIII Extreme Yemmings Achorial Bolt, a model which currently doesn't exist and is still in development. Description: SCP-6377 is an existential semi-reality currently fully integrated into baseline reality. SCP-6377 is highly influenced by the human Noosphere, however its position within it is unknown. Much of SCP-6377 is intangible to 99.8% of the population, with this 0.2% being capable of noospherically influencing SCP-6377 once entering REM sleep. Subjects have described seeing their memories or dreams in reality, which are sustained as long as REM sleep is achieved within 24 hours of the manifestation existing. Many have described entering a state similar to sleep paralysis as these manifestations occur. It is unknown if SCP-6377 can be influenced purposefully, as all subjects so far have described unintentionally activating it. Notes: I'm so totally fucked. Perhaps this isn't the fault of the departments but of the anomaly itself. No matter how many people I've gotten to research this thing, nobody can seem to contain it at all. Quite concerning no? I've got one department left. Rate (~4), Discuss (8) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: If one is to eliminate SCP-6377, one must eliminate sleep. Description: SCP-6377 is a biological function of dreams, in which certain individuals are capable of waking themselves up while still being connected to the Somniumsphere or Dreamspace. This allows for the perception of dreams and memories in reality that would otherwise only be accessible during REM sleep. Creations as a result of SCP-6377 are primarily only perceptible to the host of the dream, however, dreams which are shared collectively means that several individuals can experience SCP-6377 simultaneously. Notes: Okay, now I'm fucked. Thanks everyone for trying. Rate (±188), Discuss (57) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dir. Allen From: Executive Assistant Dir. Page Subject: You're in big trouble I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea, I have O5 constantly looking over me now because of you. Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused, let alone all the personnel you put at risk. Now I will say, I can't argue with your results, but this was irresponsible and immature of you. They've decided to suspend you for 2 weeks. Yours not sincerely — Dir. Page P.S. You can reclass SCP-6377 as neutralised now, we haven't needed to sleep for 2 months now. Footnotes 1. Or left and right! 2. Piano keys or computer keys, see list A and 1 3. Item is so big in scope or is so integrated into non-anomalous life and consensus reality, that research into viable containment methods has been deemed unnecessary. This does not necessarily mean the item is harmful or veil breaking. 4. Chemicals which prevent dreaming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6377" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6377. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6378 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6378 Level 4/6378 Classified The surface of SCP-6378 from space, observed by the NASA MESSENGER probe. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to work with worldwide space research agencies to ensure that there are no civilian missions to land on the surface of SCP-6378 in the forseeable future. If such a mission is deemed inevitable for any reason, the Foundation is to collaborate closely with the involved space agencies in ensuring that all collected data is replaced with artificial simulated data produced by the Foundation Department of Geology. Description: SCP-6378 is a large spherical object orbiting the sun at a distance of approximately 0.4 AU, known to the public as the planet Mercury. It consists of a crust and mantle composed of mostly silicate rock, and a large metallic core. The surface of SCP-6378 consists of billions of individual surface features resembling life-size human hands. Each hand appears to be unique, and in different poses. Despite being composed of stone, the surface features are capable of slow movement. The change over time is small enough to be unnoticable to the casual observer. Additionally, damaged parts of SCP-6378‘s surface will slowly regenerate over time. Seismic data gathered by recent Foundation missions suggest that the subsurface layer of SCP-6378 contains multiple cavities, the shapes of which outline the figures of human bodies piled together in a disorderly fashion. These bodies are not connected to the hand-shaped features on the surface, and each one appears to be missing its hands. Discovery: The anomalous properties of SCP-6378 were discovered in 1987, when the Foundation research probe SIEGEL-009 landed on the surface of Mercury. The mission was conducted as part of Project ASTRA, a series of space missions dedicated to gathering information on extraterrestrial anomalous activity across the solar system before civilian missions could be conducted. Immediately after the first photographs from the surface of SCP-6378 were received, Mercury was classified as an SCP object and the current containment procedures were drafted. Addendum 6378-01: Excerpt from the transcript of Data File AT013-20110208-0011 [BEGIN LOG] The camera focuses on an area nearby, where the hand-shaped surface features are moving at a significantly faster rate than average. The surface features appear to be moving away from a single point, leaving an empty gap in the middle. The view zooms in on the area around the point the surface features are moving away from. Between the hands, a small, previously unseen surface feature is visible. The camera focuses on the new surface feature. It appears to be in the shape of an infant human hand. [END LOG] Addendum 6378-02: According to photographic data of SCP-6378's surface, it is estimated that the total number of hands composing the surface of SCP-6378 is at approximately 230 billion. It has been noted that this roughly corresponds to twice the estimated number of humans that have ever existed. The significance of this is unknown. Footnotes 1. A 3-minute video file recorded by the AT013 Surface Probe, after noticing significant movement within the surface features nearby. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6378" by CuteFish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6378. Licensed under CC-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: mercury.png Name: From Orbit, Looking toward Mercury's Horizon Author: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/24662369@N07/5576757330 |
SCP-6379 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6379 Level 1/6379 Unrestricted Unnamed bridge near Travaud Strand, home to several SCP-6379 sightings. Special Containment Procedures: Any sightings of SCP-6379 in towns and surrounding areas are to be reported. Personnel affected by SCP-6379 are to be amnesticised and given proper psychiatric treatment. Description: SCP-6379 is the designation given to a humanoid entity that currently appears around the outskirts of the town of Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. It is identical in appearance to a normal human, but notably carries a tobacco pipe at all times. Despite this, SCP-6379 has been described by locals as a type of Sidhe fae, specifically the gancanagh. In folklore, the gancanagh is a male fairy with the intent of seducing men and women. The Foundation was notified of SCP-6379 after various cases of personnel in the town dying of malnutrition. SCP-6379 randomly manifests within the vision of personnel. When SCP-6379 is touched, personnel are affected by a cognitohazard caused by unknown toxins secreting from SCP-6379’s skin, which makes them inexplicably attracted to SCP-6379. Personnel affected are reported to neglect basic necessities due to their infatuation with SCP-6379. Addendum 0.1_6379: Discovery On 08/07/2021, Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne were assigned to investigate and acquire information on a SCP-6379 sighting on an unnamed bridge near the Travaud Strand. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigators: Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne <Begin Log> [Footage of Agent Cloch driving. Out of the window, it is mostly green fields, occasionally passing colourful cottages. The sky is clear.] Toinne: Always liked the country. Haven’t been around much of Munster. Toinne: …So, what’s the Foundation doing messing with the, uh… (whispers) fae? [Cloch is silent.] Toinne: (Sighs) Boring old Mr. Rock. Please, enlighten me on your secret to staying so incredibly drab. Cloch: …I’m just very focused. Toinne: That isn’t true. Your thumbs have been twiddling since we were assigned this case. Cloch: No- …My mother says I’m a very good child when I’m quiet. Toinne: Calm down, mammy’s boy! Look, there’s the stream with the bridge. Let’s move. [Agent Cloch stops the car close to the bridge of the supposed SCP-6379 sighting. An old woman leans on the cracked stone wall.] Toinne: Be careful, Cloch. …It could be a f…shapeshifter. Cloch: You are too superstitious. [The woman approaches.] O’Brien: Ye really are. What’re you here for? Toinne: (Coughs) Apologies. That information is classified. O’Brien: I’m Siobhán O’Brien, anyway. What’re yous doing here? Cloch: …What do you know about the gancanagh? [Siobhán whistles, then glances over at the bridge. Leaves on the trees move slightly as a weak breeze starts. Toinne’s bodycam is fixed on the woman. Cloch appears unamused.] O’Brien: I know as much as anyone else. That type of leprechaun does nothing but hurt… I don’t understand its motives. You know what? Feckin’ bastard, that’s what it is. Toinne: Have you encountered it? [Siobhán gets up from the wall, then walks over to Cloch. She puts a thin hand on his shoulder, maintaining eye contact.] O’Brien: You look like you don’t care what kind of power they hold. Are you listening to me? One touch, now, just one touch, and you’re completely helpless. It appears as the man of your dreams, and then it crushes them. Do you hear me? Cloch: Of course. But look at me, miss. [He kneels down to Siobhán's height.] Cloch: I assure you, we will find what has been terrorising your town and lock it up. We will contain it. You don’t need to worry. O'Brien: Stop acting the maggot! Have you even met a fae, youngin? You will absolutely NOT 'contain' it, that is extremely rude! [Toinne sighs, looking around at the hills and clouds. There is an unidentified figure on the bridge. Toinne turns to Cloch.] Toinne: I’m going over to that guy! [Footage shows Cloch with his hands behind his back, rubbing his knuckles. Siobhán seems to be telling him off. Toinne approaches the bridge.] [The figure smiles. It holds an unlit pipe between its teeth, wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat. A hat is pulled over its eyes. Toinne walks over cautiously.] 6379: It’s a fine day, isn’t it? Toinne: …It is. What is your business here? 6379: Just cloud-watching. Join me, love. [Toinne keeps her distance, watching intently. The figure removes it’s pipe from its mouth and puts it in its pocket.] 6379: Hm? Is something wrong? Toinne: Not at all. 6379: Really? Your face is quite red. Toinne: Wh-no! It’s not…is it? Because maybe I’m just- I’m just naturally very red. 6379: (Laughs) Don’t fuss over it. It’s hay fever season. [It exhales.] 6379: It’s cute, too. Do you get complimented often? Toinne: …You’re completely confident you won’t get punched right now? 6379: (Places hand on chin) You wanna try? …Or are you sure you’re not just embarrassed? [Toinne folds her arms. She slowly paces towards the entity. It smiles and takes off its hat.] 6379: Stay with me for awhile. Surely a girl as smart as you knows when to relax. Toinne: You’re just saying that- oh- you got a bug in your hair. 6379: (Panicked) GAH! Would you get it for me?! Toinne: Sure- [Toinne reaches for the bug. The breeze picks up slightly.] Cloch: (Yelling) Toinne! Get back! [Toinne stops to turn over to Cloch, who is seen running up to her. She is holding a bug in her hand.] [Cloch pulls her away from where the entity was standing. The entity has vanished.] Cloch: Toinne, did you touch it? Are you okay? Toinne: (Stumbles back) Get off of me! Where is he, where did he go?! He can't leave me, I love him! <End Log> After the discovery of SCP-6379, Agent Toinne was severely affected by the effects of SCP-6379. Reported by Agent Cloch as acting ‘frantic and panicked’, she was administered Class A amnestics and suspended from duty for the time being. Addendum 0.2_6379: Further Investigation Into The Motives Of SCP-6379 On 16/07/2021, Agent Cloch was sent to initiate further contact with SCP-6379, and to contain it if possible. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigator: Agent Cloch <Begin Log> [Cloch is standing on the same bridge from the previous SCP-6379 sighting. He is visibly frustrated, looking down to fidget with his hands. The sky is overcast.] [SCP-6379 manifests sitting on the bridge when Cloch turns his head. He flinches and takes a step back at the sight of the entity.] Cloch: This better not be a waste of time. 6379: Why would it be? We’re just having a nice chat, aren’t we? Cloch: …Do you do this on purpose? I bet it’s funny to you. You’re vile. [The entity sighs, hunching over and swinging its legs. It smiles fondly.] 6379: I do it for fun. Something about heartbreak is so fulfilling, you know? Cloch: I do not. Why is it, um, fun? 6379: Hm… You’re dumb, I like you. I get a good feeling from toying with humans, I guess. It makes me feel close to them. The all-consuming intimacy of obsessive love, the passion of empty words… It’s a form of art, don’t you think? [Cloch clenches his fist. The entity purses its lips.] 6379: Don’t you think? That was a question. Cloch: Huh-wh-no, I don’t…think. 6379: That’s obvious. The men I converse with in the taverns do, though. I tell them about who I’ve conquered, and they are happy to say the same. They think it’s an achievement, to break the most hearts, and well, I wholefully encourage it! My, it’s an interesting mindset! Cloch: …How come we have never gotten reports of you in pubs? 6379: Listen to your elders, buachaill! That lady knew of Sidhe, and yet you dismiss her like she was talking gibberish. It is because I morph, and appear completely ordinary to people not under my trance. They are none the wiser! [It chews on the end of its unlit pipe. Cloch shakes his head.] Cloch: I just don’t understand. This must be a personal playground to you, right? 6379: You’re sorely mistaken. Before this cursed age, when fae were at their strongest, it might’ve been. But now, I indulge in it to understand the darkest parts of the human psyche. …It has bothered me. I’m getting weaker as the years pass, as less people believe in and fear us. My weakness may have been the reason your partner was compelled so slowly. She did me a favour, too. I am in debt to her. Cloch: What do you mean? 6379: She got a bug out of my hair, and I’m… they are not my favourite thing on this earth. Cloch: You’re afraid of bugs? 6379: (Stammering) T-that is besides the point! What matters is that she had her heart set on someone else. Cloch: Toinne is a friendly person in general. It seems obvious, now I think about it. 6379: Didn’t you see her odd little…what is it, ‘camera’ images? The woman said I appear as the perfect man to whoever sees me, correct? [The entity grins. Cloch furrows his brows, puzzled.] Cloch: What are you smiling at? [It sighs.] 6379: Are you thick?! I remember I turned into a man who looked eerily like you. Do you get it now? Have you got the message, or are you slow as a snail? [Cloch rubs his knuckles.] Cloch: Well, that doesn’t mean anything… 6379: (Mocking) Oooh, I don’t understand! C’mon lad, it’s so obvious. I can tell she’s been making a move for ages but you’ve been taking it too literally. Loosen up a bit! [Cloch looks down at his feet. His palms are noticeably sweaty.] Cloch: …I didn’t know she felt the same way. Maybe I should…I dunno. 6379: You seem like a respectable fella. I had forgotten there is maybe a sweet side to humans… Farewell. [Cloch looks up. The entity is nowhere to be seen. A soft breeze comes and goes.] <End Log> Addendum 0.3_6379: Status Update As of 01/08/2021, there have been no further reports on the whereabouts of SCP-6379. Due to this, SCP-6379 will continue to be classified as ‘Uncontained’. Agent Toinne has successfully returned on-duty after taking time off in her shared apartment with Agent Cloch in Wexford Town, Co. Wexford. |
SCP-6379 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-6379 Level 1/6379 Unrestricted Unnamed bridge near Travaud Strand, home to several SCP-6379 sightings. Special Containment Procedures: Any sightings of SCP-6379 in towns and surrounding areas are to be reported. Personnel affected by SCP-6379 are to be amnesticised and given proper psychiatric treatment. Description: SCP-6379 is the designation given to a humanoid entity that currently appears around the outskirts of the town of Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. It is identical in appearance to a normal human, but notably carries a tobacco pipe at all times. Despite this, SCP-6379 has been described by locals as a type of Sidhe fae, specifically the gancanagh. In folklore, the gancanagh is a male fairy with the intent of seducing men and women. The Foundation was notified of SCP-6379 after various cases of personnel in the town dying of malnutrition. SCP-6379 randomly manifests within the vision of personnel. When SCP-6379 is touched, personnel are affected by a cognitohazard caused by unknown toxins secreting from SCP-6379’s skin, which makes them inexplicably attracted to SCP-6379. Personnel affected are reported to neglect basic necessities due to their infatuation with SCP-6379. Addendum 0.1_6379: Discovery On 08/07/2021, Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne were assigned to investigate and acquire information on a SCP-6379 sighting on an unnamed bridge near the Travaud Strand. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigators: Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne <Begin Log> [Footage of Agent Cloch driving. Out of the window, it is mostly green fields, occasionally passing colourful cottages. The sky is clear.] Toinne: Always liked the country. Haven’t been around much of Munster. Toinne: …So, what’s the Foundation doing messing with the, uh… (whispers) fae? [Cloch is silent.] Toinne: (Sighs) Boring old Mr. Rock. Please, enlighten me on your secret to staying so incredibly drab. Cloch: …I’m just very focused. Toinne: That isn’t true. Your thumbs have been twiddling since we were assigned this case. Cloch: No- …My mother says I’m a very good child when I’m quiet. Toinne: Calm down, mammy’s boy! Look, there’s the stream with the bridge. Let’s move. [Agent Cloch stops the car close to the bridge of the supposed SCP-6379 sighting. An old woman leans on the cracked stone wall.] Toinne: Be careful, Cloch. …It could be a f…shapeshifter. Cloch: You are too superstitious. [The woman approaches.] O’Brien: Ye really are. What’re you here for? Toinne: (Coughs) Apologies. That information is classified. O’Brien: I’m Siobhán O’Brien, anyway. What’re yous doing here? Cloch: …What do you know about the gancanagh? [Siobhán whistles, then glances over at the bridge. Leaves on the trees move slightly as a weak breeze starts. Toinne’s bodycam is fixed on the woman. Cloch appears unamused.] O’Brien: I know as much as anyone else. That type of leprechaun does nothing but hurt… I don’t understand its motives. You know what? Feckin’ bastard, that’s what it is. Toinne: Have you encountered it? [Siobhán gets up from the wall, then walks over to Cloch. She puts a thin hand on his shoulder, maintaining eye contact.] O’Brien: You look like you don’t care what kind of power they hold. Are you listening to me? One touch, now, just one touch, and you’re completely helpless. It appears as the man of your dreams, and then it crushes them. Do you hear me? Cloch: Of course. But look at me, miss. [He kneels down to Siobhán's height.] Cloch: I assure you, we will find what has been terrorising your town and lock it up. We will contain it. You don’t need to worry. O'Brien: Stop acting the maggot! Have you even met a fae, youngin? You will absolutely NOT 'contain' it, that is extremely rude! [Toinne sighs, looking around at the hills and clouds. There is an unidentified figure on the bridge. Toinne turns to Cloch.] Toinne: I’m going over to that guy! [Footage shows Cloch with his hands behind his back, rubbing his knuckles. Siobhán seems to be telling him off. Toinne approaches the bridge.] [The figure smiles. It holds an unlit pipe between its teeth, wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat. A hat is pulled over its eyes. Toinne walks over cautiously.] 6379: It’s a fine day, isn’t it? Toinne: …It is. What is your business here? 6379: Just cloud-watching. Join me, love. [Toinne keeps her distance, watching intently. The figure removes it’s pipe from its mouth and puts it in its pocket.] 6379: Hm? Is something wrong? Toinne: Not at all. 6379: Really? Your face is quite red. Toinne: Wh-no! It’s not…is it? Because maybe I’m just- I’m just naturally very red. 6379: (Laughs) Don’t fuss over it. It’s hay fever season. [It exhales.] 6379: It’s cute, too. Do you get complimented often? Toinne: …You’re completely confident you won’t get punched right now? 6379: (Places hand on chin) You wanna try? …Or are you sure you’re not just embarrassed? [Toinne folds her arms. She slowly paces towards the entity. It smiles and takes off its hat.] 6379: Stay with me for awhile. Surely a girl as smart as you knows when to relax. Toinne: You’re just saying that- oh- you got a bug in your hair. 6379: (Panicked) GAH! Would you get it for me?! Toinne: Sure- [Toinne reaches for the bug. The breeze picks up slightly.] Cloch: (Yelling) Toinne! Get back! [Toinne stops to turn over to Cloch, who is seen running up to her. She is holding a bug in her hand.] [Cloch pulls her away from where the entity was standing. The entity has vanished.] Cloch: Toinne, did you touch it? Are you okay? Toinne: (Stumbles back) Get off of me! Where is he, where did he go?! He can't leave me, I love him! <End Log> After the discovery of SCP-6379, Agent Toinne was severely affected by the effects of SCP-6379. Reported by Agent Cloch as acting ‘frantic and panicked’, she was administered Class A amnestics and suspended from duty for the time being. Addendum 0.2_6379: Further Investigation Into The Motives Of SCP-6379 On 16/07/2021, Agent Cloch was sent to initiate further contact with SCP-6379, and to contain it if possible. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigator: Agent Cloch <Begin Log> [Cloch is standing on the same bridge from the previous SCP-6379 sighting. He is visibly frustrated, looking down to fidget with his hands. The sky is overcast.] [SCP-6379 manifests sitting on the bridge when Cloch turns his head. He flinches and takes a step back at the sight of the entity.] Cloch: This better not be a waste of time. 6379: Why would it be? We’re just having a nice chat, aren’t we? Cloch: …Do you do this on purpose? I bet it’s funny to you. You’re vile. [The entity sighs, hunching over and swinging its legs. It smiles fondly.] 6379: I do it for fun. Something about heartbreak is so fulfilling, you know? Cloch: I do not. Why is it, um, fun? 6379: Hm… You’re dumb, I like you. I get a good feeling from toying with humans, I guess. It makes me feel close to them. The all-consuming intimacy of obsessive love, the passion of empty words… It’s a form of art, don’t you think? [Cloch clenches his fist. The entity purses its lips.] 6379: Don’t you think? That was a question. Cloch: Huh-wh-no, I don’t…think. 6379: That’s obvious. The men I converse with in the taverns do, though. I tell them about who I’ve conquered, and they are happy to say the same. They think it’s an achievement, to break the most hearts, and well, I wholefully encourage it! My, it’s an interesting mindset! Cloch: …How come we have never gotten reports of you in pubs? 6379: Listen to your elders, buachaill! That lady knew of Sidhe, and yet you dismiss her like she was talking gibberish. It is because I morph, and appear completely ordinary to people not under my trance. They are none the wiser! [It chews on the end of its unlit pipe. Cloch shakes his head.] Cloch: I just don’t understand. This must be a personal playground to you, right? 6379: You’re sorely mistaken. Before this cursed age, when fae were at their strongest, it might’ve been. But now, I indulge in it to understand the darkest parts of the human psyche. …It has bothered me. I’m getting weaker as the years pass, as less people believe in and fear us. My weakness may have been the reason your partner was compelled so slowly. She did me a favour, too. I am in debt to her. Cloch: What do you mean? 6379: She got a bug out of my hair, and I’m… they are not my favourite thing on this earth. Cloch: You’re afraid of bugs? 6379: (Stammering) T-that is besides the point! What matters is that she had her heart set on someone else. Cloch: Toinne is a friendly person in general. It seems obvious, now I think about it. 6379: Didn’t you see her odd little…what is it, ‘camera’ images? The woman said I appear as the perfect man to whoever sees me, correct? [The entity grins. Cloch furrows his brows, puzzled.] Cloch: What are you smiling at? [It sighs.] 6379: Are you thick?! I remember I turned into a man who looked eerily like you. Do you get it now? Have you got the message, or are you slow as a snail? [Cloch rubs his knuckles.] Cloch: Well, that doesn’t mean anything… 6379: (Mocking) Oooh, I don’t understand! C’mon lad, it’s so obvious. I can tell she’s been making a move for ages but you’ve been taking it too literally. Loosen up a bit! [Cloch looks down at his feet. His palms are noticeably sweaty.] Cloch: …I didn’t know she felt the same way. Maybe I should…I dunno. 6379: You seem like a respectable fella. I had forgotten there is maybe a sweet side to humans… Farewell. [Cloch looks up. The entity is nowhere to be seen. A soft breeze comes and goes.] <End Log> Addendum 0.3_6379: Status Update As of 01/08/2021, there have been no further reports on the whereabouts of SCP-6379. Due to this, SCP-6379 will continue to be classified as ‘Uncontained’. Agent Toinne has successfully returned on-duty after taking time off in her shared apartment with Agent Cloch in Wexford Town, Co. Wexford. |
SCP-6380 | neutralized | SCP-6380 — The Irish Problem ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6380 LEVEL 2/6380 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6380 Neutralized Richard Chappell, circa 1904 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Case closed in 1940 with the dissolution of GoI-001; remains and associated evidence safely disposed of. DESCRIPTION: The anomaly is the collective designation for forty-three hominoid remains discovered in various locations in Chicago, United States of America, through the winter of 1925. Forty-one corpses were of the same species of before, while the remaining two were an elderly human man and woman. The corpses suffer from a unique nomenclatural anomaly, restricting the terms and names to which they can be referred, including in this written documentation. In addition, none of the corpses can be identified; they do not lack identifiable traits, but none of these traits can be used to differentiate any of the corpses from the others or to assign any a particular or unique identity. The exact nature and bounds of this anomaly are currently under investigation, but are consistent with other nomenclatural hazards in anomalies associated with the good forest folk. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Birken 'Bloodhound' Nowakowski, former associate with GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit"). «BEGIN EXCERPT» Birken Nowakowski NOWAKOWSKI: You're not getting fucking nothing out of me. SHELBY: You don't even know what we want. NOWAKOWSKI: Whatever it is, copper. Fuck that. Nothing. SHELBY: Come now. You know what happens when you don't cooperate. NOWAKOWSKI: Nah, 'cuz it's, you don't fuckin' understand, do you? I can't, Chappell got his own magic. He knows when someone rats to the cops, somehow, and he takes care of them. SHELBY: He's in fuckin' jail, Birk, he can't get to nobody anymore. And not no Sing-Sing, either. I'm not a copper. We've locked him up good and deep and thrown away the key. He might as well be dead - but so will you, if you don't answer the fucking questions. NOWAKOWSKI: What the grinning fuck do you even want to know about? SHELBY: Bout… thirteen years ago, 1925, there was a string of gangland executions across the winter in the city. We found bodies that you and I both know aren't human. We're not coppers, but we wanna know what happened, and how they got here. NOWAKOWSKI: Ah, fuck. That was ugly business, copper. Very ugly. And if you know what they were, you know you're better off not investigating. SHELBY: Start talking. NOWAKOWSKI: Smoke? SHELBY: Feel free. [Pause.] NOWAKOWSKI: Where you from? SHELBY: Chicago, born and bred. NOWAKOWSKI: Yeah, whatever that means. This city was built on immigrants, you know. We paved the streets you walk on. SHELBY: You've never done an honest day's work in your life. NOWAKOWSKI: And we didn't just build the city. We did all the dirty jobs nobody else wanted. And for it we got thrown pittances, sent to live in tin shacks by the river and wallow in our filth. SHELBY: Shame. NOWAKOWSKI: And we built the culture too. Me, I'm Polish on me dad's side. We brought our culture here in boats and in carriages and held it in tenements. SHELBY: Not exactly many options, seeing as what'd gone on in Europe prior. NOWAKOWSKI: That's the thing, though. I might be a Pole from my dad, but I'm Irish from me mum's. That's why Chappell had me doing the work. And- I'm no pussy, but Chappell is fucking terrifying. Ruthless fucker, and I barely knew him. The kind of guy who makes everyone stand as soon as he walks in. He looked me in the eyes, knees shaking and my guts screaming at me to fucking run away from this devil-man, and told me he needed a man with Irish blood. SHELBY: Irish blood to do what? [Pause.] NOWAKOWSKI: Poles saved our culture from the war by bringing it to America, but the Irish? They brought something else entirely. «END EXCERPT» The cadavers resemble bipedal humanoids with six limbs (a dominant pair of arms above a smaller secondary pair, accompanied by two digitigrade legs). All were dressed in suits and dresses appropriate to the era, modified to fit their unique physical structures. Skin was furred and soft to the touch, while the face contained six eyes in an equidistant arch. An elongated facial structure and large bone spurs on the back completed the largest external differences from baseline humans (internal skeletal and organ structure was significantly different, such as several unique organs). INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Cillian O'Malley, member of Chicago's North Side Gang1 «BEGIN EXCERPT» Cillian O'Malley O'MALLEY: What, just because I'm Irish I'm a drunkard? That's what it is? SHELBY: Relax. I'm not a copper. O'MALLEY: Yeah, ain't that what the coppers say before they break down the door to your fuckin' speakeasy? SHELBY: I don't give a fuck, okay? I don't give a fuck if you're brewing moonshine in your bathtub or running rackets. That's not what I'm here for. O'MALLEY: Then what the fuck do you want? SHELBY: Tell me why you came to America, O'Malley. O'MALLEY: What? SHELBY: You heard me. You served in the war, didn't you? O'MALLEY: Yeah. Royal Irish Regiment. Then I got shot and they told me to fuck off back home. SHELBY: Which you did, naturally. And then you got into some trouble. O'MALLEY: Trouble, fuck trouble. Standing up with my fucking countrymen, that's what. Englishman have been fucking us since as long as they can remember and then they want t- SHELBY: I get it. You were big during Easter and took up arms with the IRA. Fenian through and through. O'MALLEY: How the fuck do you know all this? SHELBY: You got some help, didn't you? During the Revolution. O'MALLEY: The Germans, you mean? SHELBY: No. An older, more natural people. [Pause.] SHELBY: I know about the bodies, O'Malley. And Hy-Brasil has floated past the Cliffs of Moher every seven years for the better part of three centuries. The emerald tribes are inextricably tied with Ireland - so how did they get to Chicago? O'MALLEY: I… SHELBY: Be honest with me. O'MALLEY: We made a deal with them. A group of them, not the main ones on the island. Seditionists. They don't like humans at the best of times, but the war was hard on them too. Lots died. They wanted to leave, and they gave us the magic we needed. We didn't win the war 'cause of no fucking charms, mind you. It didn't swing it one way or the other - it just let me and other good men survive where we otherwise would have bled out in the mud. Saved our lives. SHELBY: And then you chose the wrong side after the treaty was offered. O'MALLEY: Yeah. They were going to have me shot, but I have friends on the docks, and we snuck onto a boat to New York harbor. Right there on the docks, the fuckers appeared out of thin air. Said it was time for me to pay. So there we set out - hundred-odd men and two score honorable creatures of the hills hiding below deck. SHELBY: Okay, New York then. But how do you get to Chicago with 40 people of the mound that can't touch iron? O'MALLEY: I have cousins that settled there right after the Great War ended. Cowards, but they knew when to get out. Called in a few favors, had them packed into crates like fish and taken by boat over the St. Lawrence and the Lakes to Chicago. SHELBY: What year was that? O'MALLEY: 1924, must've been. SHELBY: Right, and after they arrived in Chicago? O'MALLEY: After that, I don't fuckin' know. I just brought them here. I didn't proper join the North Siders until three years after that, and that business was long since over by then. Good fuckin' thing, too. SHELBY: Why's that? O'MALLEY: There's a reason the Outfit refuses to deal with magic shit like the Spirit did. I mean, look at what happened to Chappell, yeah? You ever met Chappell? SHELBY: No, but I'm familiar with him. O'MALLEY: I did, once. He had a meeting with Duggan, discussing whiskey bootlegging or something. He walked in, and- in this business, everybody who's anybody has a little blood on their hands. This guy walked in, filled the doorframe, and he wasn't carrying a piece, he wasn't smiling, nothing. But I could tell this guy had done some heinous shit. This guy didn't have the blood of some men on his hands, this guy was drenched in cities worth of blood and he'd do it again in an instant. You just know it by looking at him. [Pause.] O'MALLEY: He won our little war, and look what still happened to him. The wild business is cursed business. «END EXCERPT» In the winter prior to the discovery of the bodies across Chicago, a minor turf war had broken out between the Chicago Spirit and the North Side Gang for control of the Chicago Docks. As the Irish-American majority of the North Side Gang had roots reaching back to Ireland, it is theorized that the wild ones had been in their association, offering their unique magical services in return for work and protection from the authorities. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: SCP-032-ARC: Charles Derringer, former lieutenant of GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit") «BEGIN EXCERPT» SCP-032-ARC DERRINGER: The war with the North Side Gang, eh? That was over a decade ago, why do you care now? SHELBY: No reason important to you, shitheel. And I'm the one asking the questions here. DERRINGER: Sure, sure. But just remember, I'm the guy who can break your bones from the inside. SHELBY: Yeah, and I'm the guy who tells the warden how many hours of sunlight you deserve. Right now, that number is zero. DERRINGER: [Laughter] I like you! So, the war. Well, I say war, it was more like a massacre. But they instigated it, remember that. The Spirit never attacked nobody who didn't have it coming. SHELBY: Yeah, sure, honor among thieves or whatever. So what did they do? DERRINGER: The micks? Oh, that was just business. They were holding up our trucks and lifting our whiskey at the docks. We couldn't exactly go to the cops - the Outfit still controlled the police, back then - so we sent a couple guys over with street sweepers and, well, took care of the problem. SHELBY: You couldn't have expected that not to result in a revenge killing. DERRINGER: We didn't. That's how these things work. They were testing us, probing us - probing Chappell - for weakness. Chappell's never been weak in his god-damned life, and he made sure they knew that by whacking a couple of their guys to send a message. SHELBY: A message. DERRINGER: "Don't fuck with the Spirit". And Spirit messages are like nothing you've ever seen - I handled that one personally. Let's just say that the funeral for those paddies was cheap - no need for a coffin when you can fit what's left of 'em into a pickle jar. SHELBY: Jesus. So what was the problem? DERRINGER: We didn't know they'd been working with the fucking ones of the brush. I mean, we'd heard of them, but we'd never seen one before, and we didn't exactly look before we started shooting. So we found five dead men and one of… those things. We didn't know what to make of it. SHELBY: Did the North Siders back down? DERRINGER: Oh, yeah. Like I said, it's business to them. It's how the game is played. For the creatures from a mythical-fucking-fantasy-land where honor is supreme? It was the start of a blood feud. They don't understand how we do business, and we sure as hell didn't understand how they did war. Wasn't long before we found the first body on our doorstep. SHELBY: You're no strangers to revenge killings, though. What was different about this one? DERRINGER: We didn't know who it was. SHELBY: A stranger? DERRINGER: No, one of our boys. Just none of us could say who. [Pause.] DERRINGER: They took his fucking name. All you have in this business is your life, your gun, and your name. They took his name, and then took his life with his own gun. After that, what do you have? SHELBY: Nothing. DERRINGER: That's right, nothing at all. There were two more bodies like that before Chappell called a meeting with the other lieutenants. SHELBY: Who else was there? DERRINGER: Me, Wheels, Sawteeth, Fitz. His oldest men. We'd all been working with him since we were kids, and we were fucking terrified of him. SHELBY: I thought you respected him. DERRINGER: I did. I do. But that doesn't stop me from fearing him. If you can sit down next to a man who can destroy you, utterly, from the inside-out like Richard Davis Chappell can without pissing yourself at least a little bit, you're either the bravest man alive or the craziest. SHELBY: The meeting, Charles. DERRINGER: Right. Well, it was clear what needed to be done. We needed to solve the Gaelic problem, once and for all «END EXCERPT» The corpses were discovered in various locations around Chicago, particularly concentrated into the North Side of the city near the waterfront. The full list of discovery locations is available here, but in general most were locations that were hidden enough not to alarm civilians or attract police attention, but would invariably be discovered by the destitute poor and the local criminal element. Three were found impaled through flagpoles, and one was crucified. Several were found in meat freezers and iceboxes in butchers' shops associated with the North Side Gang. Upon autopsy, it has been determined most died from internal injuries sustained as a result of their placements; that they had been left to die on display. This method of execution is consistent with several past instances of the Chicago Spirit using corpse placement to send a message to their enemies. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Mother Alessia Ricci, Aradian Witch residing in Chicago. «BEGIN EXCERPT» Alessia Ricci RICCI: This is neutral ground. I do not ascribe myself to the squabbles of any of the street criminals. SHELBY: But you do take jobs from them. RICCI: [Pause] Yes. Hexes, rituals, charms. SHELBY: They say you can steal souls. Sell them to the devil. RICCI: You mustn't believe in rumours, Jailor. SHELBY: Wha- RICCI: I am a witch. What were you expecting? SHELBY: … Fair enough. I thought witches operated in covens. RICCI: That's a tradition of the mother country. But as you very well know, things are different in America. Whores walk in the streets, children work in the factories, and witches do not have covens. SHELBY: Okay. Well, I wanted to ask you about a series of rituals you performed many years ago. In the service of Mr. Chappell of the Chicago Spirit. [RICCI utters a quick chant] RICCI: Now that is a devil I have had dealings with. SHELBY: What did he do? RICCI: I do not know, I do not read people's sins. But I can see souls, and his is twisted, gnarled black - like the root of a rotting tree. All contained in a well-dressed, tall and shaven package. The dissonance is frightening when you realize there is truly nothing behind those black eyes. SHELBY: He hired you that winter for what, exactly? RICCI: Lifting the magic of the Faefolk. SHELBY: Wait, you can- RICCI: Yes, I can speak their name. If I were not capable of lifting the charm for myself, I could not do it for others. But, Mother Aradia, did it take some doing. SHELBY: I'm not too familiar with the mechanics of magic, so if you'll spare me the details… RICCI: Of course. The long and short of it is that I worked for weeks to find a countercharm for the name-magick that runs through the blood of every single Fae. Something that would allow them to be identified; targeted. SHELBY: It appears you did. RICCI: Yes, in an old Tuscan grimoire from the 15th century. Written by a monk who had travelled to Ireland, then to a floating island that only appears once every decade. SHELBY: Hy-Brasil. RICCI: Indeed. He discovered ancient - predating Man, Faefolk, even the Children - secrets on how to defend against the Fae and returned from his journey with his name intact. SHELBY: So how did you apply it, exactly? RICCI: I had spent weeks building materials for a strong enough ritual to cast over the main area of downtown, but things changed at the last minute. SHELBY: How? RICCI: One of Signore Chappell's caporegimes burst through the door, whispering something into his ear. His face was utterly impassive. And then he walked over to me and told me that the plan had changed. By chance, they had all collected themselves into one building. I needed only cast the ritual over that building to strip them of their abilities, their powers - their identities. «END EXCERPT» The two human corpses suffer from the same nomenclature anomaly as the rest of the corpses, but are entirely human. Both are white and in their late 70s, one male and one female. Unlike the others, they were not displayed after execution; their bodies were simply sent to the morgue after reports of machine gun fire at a tenement apartment in northern Chicago prompted a police response, discovering the pair shot dead in a ruined apartment riddled with bullet holes. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: SCP-046-ARC: Richard Davis Chappell, founder and former boss of the Chicago Spirit. «BEGIN EXCERPT» SHELBY: So I've gotten the rest of the story from the others, Mr. Chappell, but there's one thing nagging at me. CHAPPELL: Do tell. SHELBY: Why would the enchanted ones of the woods suddenly collect themselves in one spot, ripe for the taking? CHAPPELL: Well, Charlie told you, didn't he? SHELBY: How did you- CHAPPELL: I might not be able to take action, Agent Shelby, but I still know when I'm being discussed. Anyway, it was because it was tactically advantageous for them. Or so they thought. Morons. SHELBY: How would taking a random elderly couple hostage be advantageous? CHAPPELL: If they weren't random. SHELBY: Who, then? Someone you knew? CHAPPELL: Those ones from Emerald Isle, you know. Fenian fucks. Care an awful lot about honor and family and clan. Well, they banked on that. They thought that if they couldn't get to me, they'd get to the next best thing. SHELBY: What are you saying, Mr. Chappell? CHAPPELL: I'm saying that even though they were stripped of their personhood just like the Fae, I can still tell you the names of the humans. SHELB█: Who? CHAPPELL: Arthur and Elizabeth Chappell. [Silence.] S█EL█Y: Are you- CHAPPELL: Yes, Agent Shelby. Deadly. They tried to use my old man and woman. They didn't know who they were dealing with. Richard Chappell has no fucking weaknesses. ██E██Y: You're a monster. CHAPPELL: No, Seras Makkalay Barrom, I'm much worse than that. I'm a human, you fucking fairy scum. [Screaming] ██████: How… how did you…? CHAPPELL: Was that your big fucking plan? Steal some agent's name, take on his appearance, figure out what happened to all your fucking paddy kin? Take your revenge on me, unarmed in jail? ██████: I… CHAPPELL: Stupid fucking animal. I take your name, Seras Makkalay Barrom, and I damn you to hell. [Screaming stops.] [Silence] CHAPPELL: Don't ever fuck with Richard Chappell. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. The largest Irish-American criminal organization in the country. More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-5377 (+182) • SCP-5982 (+104) • SCP-5690 (+344) • SCP-6819 (+478) • SCP-638 (+261) • SCP-4661 (+613) • SCP-7819 (+627) • SCP-7976 (+365) • EXTDOC-5495 (+264) • SCP-4161 (+202) • SCP-4355 (+240) • SCP-4249 (+213) • SCP-4852 (+320) • SCP-3746 (+121) • SCP-5227 (+283) • Tales/GoI Formats Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? 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SCP-6381 | esoteric-class | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item №: SCP-6381 Special Containment Procedures: The propagation of SCP-6381 is spurred on by the increasing Red Group Population. In order to prevent this, remaining Blue Group operatives should attempt to apply logic to the actions of Red Group members, initiating conversion. Description: From an external, human-centred perception, SCP-6381 is a logical irregularity. Internally, SCP-6381 presents itself as an understanding of otherwise illogical phenomena. SCP-6381 is a nerve cluster located throughout the small intestine, in which an individual can be metaphysically inside or outside of. By metaphysically locating oneself inside SCP-6381, they may express pro-apocalyptic ideation along with illogical behaviour that they perceive as highly logical. Don't be fooled. Those who are inside SCP-6381 are classed as the Red Group and those who are outside SCP-6381 are classed as the Blue Group. Blue Data logs: Subject Action Dr. Tia Wandered into the staff break room and got a coffee from the coffee machine. He then sat down at the table and drank it for 4 minutes. Dr. Tia Spent 2 hours sitting at their desk, searching the internet for Gibbon videos. Dr. Tia was subsequently reprimanded. D-225 Sat in their cell for 36 hours before they were brought out to perform a test. D-225 Incinerated after death. Soda can Emptied and thrown away to be recycled. Empty coffee cup Emptied and thrown away to be recycled. Recycling centre Used to sort out incoming rubbish to their respective categories. Ballpoint pen Was thrown away once the ink had run out. Paperwork Shredded once it was deemed unimportant. Lab coat Put on during research sessions and then taken off and hung up once the session had concluded. Contamination Dealt with by D-class personnel. Area-140 Personnel not present at the location as it would constitute a breach of containment. Breakroom sofa Dirty and old from years of wear and tear. Standard Humanoid Containment Cell Contains humanoid SCPs. Ventilation system Allows personnel to breathe properly. Cleaning agent Used by personnel to remove contaminating chemicals. Glass of water Has been sitting on a desk for a couple weeks now, collecting dust. Water Old and dirty. Cadaver For now it's fine, but it will begin to putrefy. D-class personnel are required to remove the body to prevent contamination. List Items on the list should be designated either blue or red depending on the subject. This task has already been fulfilled. Red Data logs: Subject Action The colour red Scary but comforting, as all the pieces come together. The colour black Does it howl? Fairness To play fair, one must be higher on the food chain. Cadaver Allowed to rot because it doesn't move nor speak. Small Spaces Crawled through as the other side is much better than the dark. D-225 Kidnapped before incineration, because cadavers must be left to rot. Dr. Tia's Lunch Destroyed so D-225 can consume it in the afterlife. Necromancy Used to fulfil the goal. The colour scarlet Symbolic of difference. A God-shaped hole Thrown into to return to us. D-225's decaying organs Replaced. D-225's desiccated skin Replaced. D-225's congealed blood Replaced. D-225's dead tissues and cells Replaced. D-225 Replaced. Relived. Revived. The number 5 A good tool. The goal To prevent the end of the world. D-225's Importance He's inside and outside. Humanity Success. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6381" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6381. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-6382: "The Fire Breaks" The end of an era. More by this author! NOTICE FROM THE EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY Material appended to this file describes an emergent situation related to the following database entries: SCP-5382, SCP-5054-EX, SCP-001. Personnel are encouraged to familiarize themselves with any combination of said entries, for background and context, before proceeding. — Dr. Daniel ███████, Director, ETTRA Item#: SCP-6382 Level5 Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6382/PoI-382. Special Containment Procedures: No attempt will be made to contain SCP-6382..Flor Galana-class objects are ethically or logistically difficult to contain, yet aid with the containment of other anomalies (and/or themselves). He has been granted Provisional Security Clearance Level 3 and free access to Research and Containment Site-43, and is to be considered expert-at-large for all anomalies associated with GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber). Description: SCP-6382 is the former PoI-382, thaumaturge and linguamancer Thilo Zwist. Born in Austria in the year 1622, he was apprenticed into a protomemeticist society known as the schriftsteller at an early age and taught to employ words and symbols to produce a wide variety of anomalous effects, the earliest known origin of memetics. The schriftsteller were massaced by Bavarian general Franz Freiherr von Mercy at the Battle of Herbsthausen in 1645; Zwist alone escaped. In addition to his suite of practical memetic abilities, he is also capable of making thaumaturgic interventions and alterations in the noosphere during moments of intense emotional trauma or investment. For example, after witnessing the destruction of his order he inadvertently embedded a potentially terminal and viral semantic effect in all Germanic languages which remains active to the present day, against his expressed desires. His long-term efforts to redress this wrong led to Foundation researcher V.L. Scout discovering his activities and seeking him out, leading over time to a tentative alliance. Addendum 6382-1, Operation FIREBREAK: A digest of materials relating to Operation FIREBREAK has been appended to this file by order of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA). This material is protected by a Yeats-Lillihammer Memetic Discouragement Agent. Further countermemetic inoculation is recommended where indicated. » ADMINISTER MEMETIC DISCOURAGEMENT AGENT « MEMETIC DISCOURAGEMENT AGENT ADMINISTERED CORRUPTED SOIL A HARVEST YIELDS WHERE THE TYRANT TENDS HIS FIELDS Operation FIREBREAK Overview Thilo Zwist (PoI-382) has been nominally allied with Veil-maintaining organizations since the late 1960s, aiding in the construction of a memetic glamour for the SCP Foundation's front companies and alleviating a disastrous intervention in the 1979 Canadian federal election by GoI-5054, the giftschreiber ('poison writers'). Zwist describes the giftschreiber as a cult of chaos dedicated to collapsing all pillars of global order, consisting of apostates from his own extinct secret society, the schriftsteller ('writers'). Attacks against Foundation facilities by GoI-5054 and related entities have increased markedly since January of 2021, beginning with a direct assault on Site-64 which left seventeen agents and twelve researchers dead. With authorization from the O5 Council, Director A.J. McInnis proposed an official détente with Zwist to discuss the growing threat. Zwist accepted, and met with McInnis and two members of his senior staff on 3 February 2021. Interview Log Date: 3 February 2021 Present: Dr. H.R. Blank (Archives and Revision, Site-43); Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43); Dr. A.J. McInnis (Director, Site-43); Thilo Zwist (PoI-382) PoI-382 meeting place. Zwist is seated on a park bench facing a deactivated fountain. Dir. McInnis, Dr. Blank and Dr. Lillihammer approach, and join him. Zwist: Madam. Dr. Blank. Director McInnis. You're keeping well, I trust? Dr. Blank: No. Nearly drowned a month ago. Dr. Blank points at Director McInnis. Dr. Blank: And he nearly got stabbed to death. Dr. Blank points at Dr. Lillihammer. Dr. Blank: And she nearly got blown up. That's three of the dozen cases where the giftschreiber have sicced other Groups of Interest on us this year. Dr. Lillihammer: I'm Lillian, by the way. I apparently neither need nor merit an introduction. Zwist: Legitimately charmed. Dir. McInnis: They've infiltrated us at every level. Multiple high-clearance personnel — including my own Security Chief, a man I knew for more than a decade — have been feeding them information, helping them commit sabotage, and worse. Dr. Lillihammer: They're obviously gearing up for something. Zwist nods. Zwist: They believe this to be the end of an era. Your era, specifically. The era of order. Dr. Blank: Eras don't work that way. Zwist: I won't debate you, because this isn't my philosophy to defend. Suffice to say they believe it. Dir. McInnis: They're planning on permanently overturning… what? Normalcy control? Individual governments? Governmental systems? Zwist leans back on the bench and closes his eyes. Zwist: They aren't planning on permanently doing anything. They do not believe in permanence; nor, for that matter, do I. They merely wish to set the wheel to turning again. Order to chaos, for a time, and then chaos back to order when the time comes 'round again. They worship the cycle, not merely their arc within it. Dr. Lillihammer: So they're trying to spark a flashpoint. Deal a setback to 'order', whatever the hell that means, and send the world into freefall. Zwist: Yes. Dir. McInnis: And what might that look like? How will we know when it starts? Zwist opens his eyes. Zwist: It already has. I have spent almost my entire life in opposition to the giftschreiber, and they have recognized me as their greatest threat. I have aligned myself with you, in several of my many moments of weakness, and you have therefore become the subject of their attentions. Dr. Lillihammer: It's all about you, huh? Zwist: Well. You have also made yourselves synonymous with the concept of order, of course, and words have power. To attack you is to attack the concept of stability writ large. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Their precise target is not the issue. What matters is that they have become so bold, so overt. It means that the hour is at hand, and I must tell you: the hour has never once passed without the change taking place. Your defence may be doomed to failure. Dr. Blank: Only 'may'? Zwist smiles. Zwist: The giftschreiber have taken many forms throughout the centuries. They have worn many disguises. As did the schriftsteller, until that calamity at Herbsthausen. The smile briefly falters. Zwist: When my order fell, I wondered if it would take… well, order, down with it. If the wheel would turn again when the time came. And to my surprise, it did… so I will not say that there is no hope, because I cannot claim to fully understand the way this works. We may be able to mitigate the damage. Dir. McInnis: 'We'? Zwist considers Dr. Lillihammer. Zwist: You are a memeticist. I have heard your name. Dr. Lillihammer: Flattered. Zwist: You have been a beneficiary of my work, stolen and repurposed by the Foundation. Your organization has been a clearing house for the last legacy of the schriftsteller. I am already involved in your struggle by proxy. Zwist sighs. Zwist: It's time I took a more active interest. Zwist willingly subjected himself to SCP classification at Site-43 in return for security credentials and an advisory role in the production of futureproofing plans. The newly-christened SCP-6382 consulted with Drs. Blank and Lillihammer, and several other interested parties, on the following project outline submitted for approval by the O5 Council on 03/01/2021. Operation FIREBREAK Situational Summary and Action Items Preamble: WHEREAS an organized offensive against the SCP Foundation by GoI-5054, the giftschreiber, may be imminent; and WHEREAS intelligence gleaned from SCP-6382, Thilo Zwist, indicates that this offensive will be worldwide in nature; and WHEREAS recent attacks on Site-43, Site-54 and Site-64 are believed likely to prove predictive; and WHEREAS each new attack will likely possess one or more of the following features: aggressive use of memetic imagery aggressive use of memetic audio aggressive use of memetic text internal sabotage traditional combat containment breach theft of SCP objects THEREFORE tailored and detailed plans of action must be immediately implemented for defending each SCP Foundation facility, whether covert or semi-covert. Proposal: SCP-6382 will assist the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority in the development of said plans, the preparation of memetic countermeasures, and further research into the nature of GoI-5054 and their activities with the assistance of the GoI Research Group operating out of Site-55. SCP-6382 believes we are at a transition point in human history. The SCP Foundation must make this transition intact, for the sake of humankind writ large. — The Undersigned Dr. H.R. Blank, Archives and Revision, Site-43 Dr. J. Everwood, GoI Specialist, Site-55 Dr. Dan ███████, Director, ETTRA Dr. L.S. Lillihammer, Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43 Dr. A.J. McInnis, Director, Site-43 Thilo Zwist The operation was immediately approved. Zwist and Lillihammer began a targeted tour of Foundation facilities to develop preliminary defence mechanisms, with a particular focus on memetic knowledge possessed by Zwist but not yet understood by Foundation science. Many such countermeasures were already in place when the next attack occurred. On 04/14/2021, the Japanese Branch detained a suspicious individual loitering near the classified location of Site-8141. Zwist had previously identified this facility as a high probability target due to its large population of humanoid anomalies. The suspected insurgent was interrogated in a secure outbuilding, with the interviewing agent making intake notes on a wired-in laptop computer. Interview Log Investigating Officer: Agent Maekawa Yuko Notes: Translated from Japanese. Agent Maekawa and the suspected insurgent are separated by a clear plastic barrier. She is taking notes on a wired terminal. Maekawa: <Name?> Insurgent: <Brad Smelt.> "Brad Smelt." Maekawa: <Brad S—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. Maekawa: <Brad Smelt. Oka—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. Maekawa: <OKAY. Brad Sme—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. She types the name into the secure database without attempting to repeat it a fourth time. Maekawa: <There we go.> Maekawa snickers. Maekawa: <Wow, that's good. Brad… Smelt.> Smelt: <Dealt it.> Maekawa: <What?> Smelt: <Smelt, it dealt it.> Silence on recording. Maekawa closes her laptop, removes the SCiPnet connection wire, and activates her lapel radio. Maekawa: <Infohazard breach. Potential infohazard breach—!> Maekawa begins laughing again, and is unable to stop. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-8141 Nomenclative hazards in the form of seemingly innocuous Persons of Interest (SCP-5524) had already been encountered by Dr. Lillihammer before the détente with Zwist, and were therefore an early topic of research within the remit of Operation FIREBREAK..The Yeats-Lillihammer Memetic Discouragement Agent which gatekeeps this file also provides inoculation against all known associated nomenclative hazards. After three days of extensive consultation with the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division at Site-15, she and Zwist produced an algorithm for detecting and isolating said hazards; all Sites utilizing electronic intake forms had therefore already been fitted with advanced automatic filters before this interview took place. The name was not entered into the Site-8141 registry as the insurgent had intended, and no further disruption occurred. "Brad Smelt" was transported to Site-8114 for permanent detainment, under suspicion that his containment at Site-8141 may have been a secondary goal of this attack. 'Brad Smelt' should not have parsed as a humorous name in Japanese. Whilst awaiting the next attack, Zwist and Dr. Lillihammer travelled to Site-55 for debriefing by Dr. J. Everwood. The GoI Research Group had been attempting to uncover the origins of the heretofore unattested organization which had attacked Site-54 in January, and had made a breakthrough. Briefing Log Date: 19 April 2021 Present: Junior Researcher R. Alces, Dr. J. Everwood (GoI Research Group, Site-55), Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43), Thilo Zwist Dr. Everwood and their assistant Rex Alces are seated on one side of a large conference table. Dr. Lillihammer and Zwist are seated opposite them. Dr. Everwood: Rex, the background please. Junior Researcher Alces: We've been working on a theory that whoever attacked Site-54 might represent a whole new Group of Interest. The M.O. was all wrong — it seemed like they were testing our catastrophe avoidance protocols, rather than wanting us to take one on the chin. That's not how the giftschreiber roll, according to what we know. From you, presumably. Alces gestures at Zwist. Zwist nods. Junior Researcher Alces: This symbol is associated with the Site-54 attackers. He places a colour printout in the centre of the table. Unknown symbol. Dr. Everwood: We've been liaising with AIAD; they're experimenting with abstraction matrices in their newer .aics, trying to teach them to relate and correlate like humans do, and this struck everyone as an excellent training exercise. They analyzed the pattern and compared it to iconography across the entire known SCP database, as well as every known set of simple and complex symbols in human language, and… Dr. Everwood taps the paper with their hand. Dr. Everwood: They're pretty sure it's a rose. Zwist closes his eyes. Dr. Lillihammer frowns. Dr. Lillihammer: Of course it is. The whorls. Roses are almost like natural fractals… Dr. Lillihammer makes a cupping gesture with both hands, futilely attempting to demonstrate. Dr. Lillihammer: Like that. Concentric. Okay. Did you then— Dr. Everwood: —search the database for more roses? You bet. You had an object at Site-43 that came with a mysterious note marked with what looks much more like a standard rose. Do you remember? They slide another piece of paper across the table. Dr. Lillihammer glances at it. Unknown symbol. Dr. Lillihammer: I have an eidetic memory. Junior Researcher Alces: Bully for you. Dr. Lillihammer: It was the teleportation statuette. SCP-5416. Caused us several tons of trouble. It was inscribed— Zwist: "Everything in its place." The researchers all turn to face Zwist. His eyes are still closed. Zwist: Isn't that right? Dr. Lillihammer: Spill. Zwist sighs. Zwist: The Rosicrucian Order. Dedicated to uncovering the hidden secrets of human existence, and then covering them up again so only they could know. Zwist opens his eyes, and looks at the two logos. Zwist: You see the cross? In the centre of each? Everwood and Lillihammer nod. Zwist: The Rosicrucians are an outgrowth of the giftschreiber. I've never been able to understand their motives, but they've been dogging my footsteps since I walked away alone from Herbsthausen. Alces frowns. Junior Researcher Alces: You're sure they're giftschreiber? Because the attack on 54 wasn't at all like the attack on 43. Dr. Everwood: We rather thought these were two unaffiliated entities. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Their words are poison, Dr. Everwood. That's all it takes to make you a giftschreiber. Methods may vary, but the results do not. Trust me, I know. The next attack, on 05/03/2021, again fit the profile of existing giftschreiber methodology. It took place during the daily quality control tests at the Factory-45 Amnestics Chemical Workshop in Russia. Transcripts of the affected activities are appended below. Test: Daily Mandated Class-A Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher A. Bogomolov, Technician V. Zima Dr. Bogomolov: <Batch number A22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-12.> Technician V. Zima. Zima: <Item 12.> Dr. Bogomolov: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-A amnestic is to don a Class-I BNC rebreather and empty the cylinder into a freezing point depression osmometer. Zima instead empties the cylinder into her own face. Dr. Bogomolov: <Results?> Zima: <What?> Dr. Bogomolov: <Results?> Zima: <…what?> Test: Daily Mandated Class-B Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher T. Utkin, Technician V. Popov Dr. Utkin: <Class-B, batch number B22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-91.> Technician V. Popov. Popov: <Item 91.> Dr. Utkin: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-B amnestic in tablet form is to dissolve it in saline solution and then test the solution for Y-909 content. Popov instead places the tablet under his tongue, and closes his mouth. Dr. Utkin: <Results?> Popov: <Blech. Tastes terrible.> Dr. Utkin: <But does it work?> Popov appears to be confused. Popov: <Does what work?> Test: Daily Mandated Class-C Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher A. Sobol, Technician P. Orlov Dr. Sobol: <Class-C, batch number C22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-18.> Technician P. Orlov. Orlov: <Item 18.> Dr. Sobol: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-C amnestic is to don a Class VI BNC Suit and inject the syringe's contents into a sample sponge, then examine the sponge with an energy-dispersive x-ray spectrograph. Orlov instead injects the syringe's contents into his left bicep. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov grabs his arm and begins to scream. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov's arm is turning blue. He is already hoarse from screaming. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov stops screaming as the blue discoloration reaches his mouth, and it swells shut. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov's eyeballs both burst, and he falls out of camera view behind the lab counter. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Examination of the video feed determined that Orlov injected the amnestic into his muscle mass rather than the bloodstream as mandated by the Amnestic Use Guide. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-F45 The memetic disruption experienced at Factory-45 affected all production simultaneously, resulting in seven fatalities: two metalworkers, one electronics expert, three textile workers and one amnestics testing technician. Factory-45 was shut down, and all personnel detained until the source of their aberrant behaviour could be determined. Analysis of the facility's computer systems by Dr. L. Lillihammer determined that all information transmitted via the SCPS transfer protocol now induced rapid mental deterioration and confusion when consumed, while the older, unsecured SCP protocol remained safe..The SCPS transfer protocol is the SCiPnet equivalent of the secured hypertext transfer protocol (https). The protocol was retired Foundation-wide, and Dr. Lillihammer quickly prepared a new protocol — SSCP — to secure all vital data and systems. It remains unknown how the giftschreiber were able to tamper with the conceptual framework of an electronic transfer protocol. Leaving Dr. Lillihammer to continue managing the practical matters of Operation FIREBREAK, Zwist and Dr. Blank travelled to the Österreichisches Staatsarchiv (Austrian State Archives). Their goal was to correlate giftschreiber activity after the Battle of Herbsthausen with the actions of the Rosicrucian Brotherhood; Zwist had attempted this research before, but was both unable to secure the needed permissions and unwilling to risk attracting the attention of his enemies. Foundation personnel occupied the archives, and both men quickly set to work. Dr. Blank made repeated inquiries of Zwist during this period, and a transcript of one such interrogation is excerpted below. Audio Log: Dr. H.R. Blank and Thilo Zwist Date: 21 May 2021 Österreichisches Staatsarchiv. Zwist and Blank are seated at a card table in an archival storage room. They are sorting through numerous boxes and files. Dr. Blank: What did the schriftsteller want, Thilo? Zwist: Hmm? Say, did we already put in a request for the Weimar fonds? I forg— Dr. Blank: Don't 'hmm' me. Answer the question. Zwist huffs. Zwist: The schriftsteller are a dead end. We should concern ourselves with the living. Dr. Blank: You say the giftschreiber were apostate schriftsteller. It's not an end, it's a beginning. Zwist sighs in frustration. Zwist: Fine. I was merely an apprentice, I was not fully immersed in the mysteries, but… our guild was a very structured one. We were many, in a rigid hierarchy, with a single and solitary goal. Dr. Blank: Control. Zwist: Stability. Control is what you seek. We merely sought to do what I have been calling the good work: tamping the flames down, keeping the floods at bay. Dr. Blank: Making the trains— Zwist: That joke is beneath you. I don't know what you're grasping at, but know this: my people were not tyrants. They may not have been great democrats, but they had noble goals and pursued them nobly. That, more than anything, is what created and defined the giftschreiber in opposition; we had power, and we wanted to use it responsibly. Many seek power. Few seek responsibilities. Dr. Blank: What did the responsible exercise of power look like? Zwist: Again, I caught only glimpses. I know we had our feelers in all the halls of privilege. I know we set agendas in legislative councils, dictated terms to kings and queens, even started and stopped wars. The extent of our reach, I couldn't even begin to guess at. And that, of course, is what destroyed us. Dr. Blank: Like the Knights Templar. Someone got jealous of what you had. Zwist: And they gathered us all together, in one place, and asked us to betray our oaths and principles. They asked us to use our miracles to melt flesh and break bone. We would not… so they burned and broke us instead. All but me. Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: What kind of people were they? Your friends? Zwist: I… can barely remember, I'm afraid. They're no more real to me now than they would be to you, were I to describe them. The passage of years is an evil, to leave me with so little… I can tell you that they were human beings, that they lived and died like anyone else. But beyond that… Dr. Blank: They meant a great deal to you once. Zwist: Yes, to my sorrow, and the sorrow of many thereafter. Today I can only remember their tent ablaze, the soldiers laughing, bayonets glinting in the moon and firelight, the screams. That moment never fades. I was young, and I lost everything, and I lashed out and struck the firmament — and the firmament moved. Now I am old, so very old, and I no longer remember the faces of the men and women for whom I enacted such terrible vengeance. For whom I became… Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Whatever it is that I am now. Dr. Blank: I think you're being dramatic. I'm sure there's something practical you could tell me. Zwist: I still fail to see practicality in this line of questioning, but I suppose you are the historian. Very well, I will oblige you. Hmm. Silence on recording. Zwist: I remember my apprenticeship with great fondness. My master, Keil, treated me well and brought me slowly, patiently into the mysteries of the Writing. Little exercises at first, phrases and limericks. Dr. Blank: Let's hear one. Zwist: They're all in German, and medieval German at that. They don't rhyme in English, but they'd still make you laugh, and the cognitive dissonance would put you out like a light in an instant. At any rate, I was no lyricist. I've always been more of a prose man, which made my apprenticeship somewhat awkward. Dr. Blank: Why? Zwist: Because the front for our guild was a sign-making concern. An advertising firm, if you like, well before such things really existed. Keil wanted me carving lintel inscriptions to make all who passed beneath them into eager customers, he wanted me painting tomatoes to make your mouth water uncontrollably and women to make… well. Dr. Blank: Yeah? Go on. Zwist: At your age, Dr. Blank. You ought to be ashamed. Dr. Blank: And yet. Zwist: And yet. Dr. Blank: These seem very mercenary pursuits. Did they never have you doing more… I dunno, humanitarian stuff? Zwist: I was the last of the new blood, Harry. I didn't have the chance to earn my place on the world peace dossier. Dr. Blank: Still, though. Capitalist mind control seems like an odd side hustle for the meme police. Zwist: We were never police. We sought to enlighten people, open their minds to the possibilities… Dr. Blank: …of tomatoes. Zwist: Among other things. Nothing wrong with a good tomato. Dr. Blank: What might they have had you doing, if you'd ever completed your crash course? Any theories? Zwist: I've spent lifetimes wondering just that. How might they have set me against the giftschreiber? What part could I have played in the great struggle? There was a time when I believed I could still answer those questions. It seemed absurd to think that von Mercy could have slain every last living Writer. I sought survivors, I sought our mythic guildhall — just as you and I are doing now, in the pages of the past. But I found nothing. It was all ashes, and I truly was alone. Österreichisches Staatsarchiv. Zwist sighs. Zwist: Whatever their plan was, however they would have dealt with this calamity… It simply doesn't matter. It's beyond our reach now. You and I and the others, we're dealing with this on our own terms. I only wish Keil had taught me more than sign-making… self-education is a necessarily slow and limited affair. Dr. Blank: Not nearly as rewarding as the education of others, right? Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: You talk about the schriftsteller like they were a one-time thing, but that's not true, is it? You've taken on apprentices a few times over the years. Zwist: Only because the years are long and lonely, and every man is weak and stupid sometimes. Do you know what it's like to live forever? I mean, can you guess? Dr. Blank: I've always imagined it's like staying up all night. The misery of being exhausted, and the nagging need to stay awake. Zwist: It is precisely like that. I have been cold and weary, I have had my vulnerable moments, and I have sought comfort in the company and competence of others. I have allowed them to shoulder some small proportion of my load, and I have almost always come to regret it. Dr. Blank: Do any of them still exist? Are they alive, I mean? Zwist: They may be. I won't say. Dr. Blank: Why not? Zwist: Because you'll seek them out, and I don't want you to. It was a mistake to pass this burden on to others. It's mine alone to bear. Dr. Blank: Why? Zwist: Because I was there at the beginning. Because I was a part of it. Dr. Blank: That's no reason. Zwist: Because I'm the only one equipped for it. Dr. Blank: We've just established that you could correct that particular problem. I know for a fact that Lillian— Zwist stands up. Zwist: The Weimar fonds aren't here yet. I shall ask at the front desk. _ » ADMINISTER COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT «COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT ADMINISTERED IN RIGHTEOUS LACK OF COMMON SENSE THEY BREAK LIKE WATER ON THE FENCE The most disruptive attack on record was carried out on 29 May 2021, at Site-CN-02 in China. Incident Log: 6382-SCN-02 All audio devices in the Site begin broadcasting music. The music is harsh, underlaid with sirens and a heavy bassline. Researchers throughout the Site stop their work and listen to the audio. Security officers abandon their posts and begin wandering aimlessly. Administrative personnel exhibit signs of distress; one diplomatic affairs officer abruptly interrupts an interview to shove her papers across the desk, into the lap of her subject. Vocals begin..The associated memetic effect has made determining the singer's identity impossible. You motherfuckers roll up in your armoured vans With your infinite contingencies and backup plans All you twenty dollar rent-a-cops in Kevlar vests But my red right righteous hand about to SWAT you pests Security officers throughout the Site immediately exhibit significant demoralization. Several remove their insignia, or disrobe entirely. Multiple researchers and technicians engage in verbal confrontations with security personnel, and the latter retreat in disarray. Site Director L. Griffin exits her office, locates the nearest security officer, and punches him squarely in the jaw. The officer falls to the floor, and begins to weep. You ain't shit, blackshirt You just a number in a ledger, you be leavin' on a stretcher 'cuz you dead, blackshirt And they don't cry for screws, ain't that the truth You ain't shit, blackshirt Callin' momma for instructions on the eve of your destruction Incident 6382-02-CN. Ethics Supervisor E. Guo transmits a Site-wide order demanding the immediate release of Site-CN-02's inventory of anomalous objects, either to freedom (where the objects are organisms) or to the custody of their original owners (where the objects are inanimate). Security personnel begin attempting to carry out these orders, though they are interrupted by administrative staff who have begun filling the hallways and accosting all uniformed individuals they encounter. Director Griffin is now kicking the security officer, who is bleeding profusely. Little tin man You got nothing but a hard-on for Himmler and an empty breast Suck it in, man Girdle up your gut in them Armani threads Don't let 'em see how soft you got behind that one-way glass 'cuz when they smell that yellow streak they gonna have your ass Director Griffin ceases her attack and begins expressing extreme paranoia, pressing her back against the corridor wall and looking from side to side in obvious panic. Dr. Guo hides beneath her desk. Administrative personnel brawling in the hallways abruptly flee for their offices. You ain't shit, blackshirt Them Guccis ain't for runnin', and you know the end is comin' Better hide, blackshirt Or you'll drown in the flood of your own blue blood You ain't shit, blackshirt Shriekin' orders down the phone until your ass is overthrown Research staff are now accosting both security and administrative personnel, who are too preoccupied with their retreat to fight back. Medical personnel attempt to address casualties, but are trampled in the crush of rushing bodies. You little toadie Yeah, they can't swing them war crimes without you Misanthropy And a healthy respect for the pencil-necked Keep on checkin' off them boxes 'til we put you in one The reckoning's a-rollin' and it won't miss you, son All Site personnel are now scrambling in random directions throughout the Site as the music enters an instrumental break. Ain't none of you suckers survive this The containment breach alarm activates, but its pitch has been altered such that it interacts with the anomalous audio's backing track, which now resembles calliope music. You ain't shit, blackshirt Your bullshit won't protect you from that thing what's gonna wreck you When it ends, blackshirt 'cuz it's comin' down soon, and you ain't immune Personnel not presently engaged in physical violence are able to perceive the change in the music, and their aggression and fear responses decrease noticeably. Director Griffin kneels to check the vitals of the fallen security officer. Dr. Guo emerges from beneath her desk, tentatively. You ain't shit, blackshirt We gonna empty out them cells and blow your asses all to hell The reduced panic level and concomitant decrease in violent activity enable all remaining personnel to hear the altered audio, which no longer produces any anomalous effect. They gradually recover their senses. Don't bother beggin' for forgiveness, these the wages of your business Get them jackboots off and fly 'cuz it's an eye for every eye We dumpin' four-eyed sons of bitches screamin' blind into the ditches Say your prayers, blackshirt Personnel begin calling for medical, technical, and security assistance as required. Technical staff initiate a shutdown of the local computer systems. The voice recites the final lines. You really mean that shit about dyin' in the dark? Lights out, boys. I'mma count you down. The song ends. A second song begins, and the containment breach tone does not interact with the backing track, but the computer shutdown completes and the audio is cut off. Director Griffin initiates disaster response protocol. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-SCN-02 Under Zwist's earlier advisement, each department at each Foundation Site presently employs one fully deaf member of personnel trained to recognize uncharacteristic reactions to audio stimuli on the part of their co-workers. Information Technology technician S. Hsieh was one such designated individual for Site-CN-02, and was able to employ the standard countermeasures for a musical cognitohazard. Per Zwist's instructions: Recontextualization: The power of speech, as the giftschreiber employ it, is in the content of the words. You cannot easily disrupt that. What you can do is subtly alter the meaning by interfering with the surrounding context — the music itself. If there is no music, introduce it; if there is music, alter it. By transforming the cognitohazardous audio into circus music, its dramatic intensity was transmuted to complete absurdity and it ceased to operate with effective force on the minds of Site-CN-02's personnel. IT Supervisor R. Salvaggi was subsequently identified as having introduced the audio, and was remanded to Site-CN-29 for detention. Debriefings confirmed that personnel unable to comprehend the lyrics to the cognitohazardous audio were nevertheless fully susceptible to their embedded memetic effects. As the scale of the conflict was increasing rapidly, Dr. Dan requested Zwist's presence at ETTRA Command with Dr. Lillihammer. Dr. Blank remained in Vienna to continue his research, while Zwist travelled to Area-09 in Nevada to help coordinate responses to each emergency. A partial operational digest follows. Incident Report 6382-SVN-13 Target: Site-VN-13, Vietnam Date: 06/02/2021 Nature of Attack: The sudden and total inability of all branch members to comprehend the speech of others. Countermeasure: All personnel were instructed via text-free infographics to communicate via speech-to-text. Electronic speech proved unaffected; Zwist determined that English language instruction provided by a Foundation specialist had disrupted the language centres of all personnel at Site-VN-13 such that human speech could not be rendered into comprehensible thought. Intensive memetic therapy subsequently restored this capacity, with an 87% success rate. Incident Report 6382-ACS-03 Target: Reliquary Area-03-CS, Czech Republic Date: 06/05/2021 Nature of Attack: Area personnel were converted to the worship of "The Unyielding," an entity attested in the SCP database as SCP-███-█. An occupying force ransacked the Area and removed multiple SCP objects of historical interest. Countermeasure: Mobile Task Forces operating out of Area-14-CS successfully intercepted the insurgents and recovered all artifacts, having been memetically fortified against religious compulsion beforehand under Zwist's instruction. The lead insurgent was exceedingly complimentary of the MTF's rapid deployment and field discipline. Incident Report 6382-SU-IT Target: Site Urano, Italy Date: 06/06/2021 Nature of Attack: Microscopic thaumaturgic alteration of the lens glass in Site Urano's telescopes caused all on-site astronomers to identify prophetic patterns in the stars, and begin proselytizing to the remaining personnel. This proselytization produced a soporific condition in all affected individuals, rapidly shutting down all activities at the Site. Countermeasure: Foundation Mission Control at Area-08 remotely commandeered Site Urano's telescopes to point at the south solar pole. SCP-179, under Zwist's direction, performed a series of hand gestures which neutralized the effects of the infohazardous stellar patterns. Incident Report 6382-FR Target: French Branch (all facilities) Date: 06/08/2021 Nature of Attack: The sudden and total inability of all branch members to comprehend object, risk and disruption classes for all anomalies. Countermeasure: Downgrading the entire SCP database in France to plain text, under Dr. Lillihammer's orders; she had correctly surmised that all French Branch personnel had been compelled to subconsciously reject the Anomaly Classification System, rendering its contents unintelligible. The source of the compulsion remains unknown, and cannot be corrected as of yet. Zwist commended Dr. Lillihammer's swift grasp of the technical situation, and the elegance of her solution. By this point Dr. Blank had exhausted the resources of the Österreichisches Staatsarchiv and moved on to the Niederösterreichisches Landesarchiv (Provincial Archive of Lower Austria), the central repository for documents relating to Zwist's home village of Amstetten. Zwist had previously claimed to have explored the full extent of this archive, but Dr. Blank wished to conduct a brief investigation himself before returning to Canada. In comparing Zwist's notes with the Provincial Archives catalogue, he was able to identify a single file which had apparently escaped the thaumaturge's notice. Archives personnel were unable to confirm the file's existence, and expressed intense confusion when presented with the matching records, so Dr. Blank located it in storage himself. It contained a series of folios written in an impenetrable cipher, and a single street address in the now-town of Amstetten. The address itself did not appear in any national, provincial or municipal records, or on any available satellite imagery, but Dr. Blank was nevertheless able to locate it on the ground. The structure in question was styled as a relatively humble Austrian guildhall from the sixteenth century. With support from MTF DE6-𝔇 ("The Draft"), masquerading as Austrian Federal Police, Dr. Blank entered the guildhall. He would later report that the interior was ornate, with all period fixtures complete and in excellent repair. Dr. Blank disappeared within the guildhall, and MTF DE6-𝔇 subsequently vanished without a trace. All eleven individuals, Dr. Blank included, reappeared at the surface front for Site-DE6 two days later. Dr. Blank had experienced a considerable stretch of lost time, but possessed an audiovisual lapel camera recording of an encounter taking place the day after he vanished which he was able to recall with perfect clarity. Audio Log: Dr. H.R. Blank Date: 10 June 2021. Dr. Blank is sitting on a park bench. A middle-aged man in a red spring jacket, hereafter PoI-6382, approaches the bench and sits down. PoI-6382. Dr. Blank: How did I get here? PoI-6382: I'm no philosopher. Dr. Blank: I was thinking more practically. PoI-6382: Good, we should get along splendidly then. PoI-6382 extends his hand. Dr. Blank glances at it, pauses, then apparently shrugs (judging by the motion of the lapel camera), takes the hand and shakes it. PoI-6382: Kyle Graf. We have a mutual acquaintance in Thilo Zwist. Dr. Blank: Then why are we meeting without him? PoI-6382: Because I don't think he's ready to see me, yet. We parted under awkward circumstances. Dr. Blank: More awkward than kidnapping? PoI-6382: Oh, please. You came to the guildhall. You wanted to talk to someone. Dr. Blank: Why is it that Thilo told me he cleared out the archives of Lower Austria, but I was able to find that file? Why was I able to find that hall? PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: A bad joke on poor Thilo, don't you think? He spends decades looking for something, something he thinks he badly wants to find, and you luck into it without hardly even trying. Dr. Blank: It doesn't feel like luck. PoI-6382: Nor should it. Everything in its place. Silence on recording. PoI-6382: But if you must know, yes, of course, that file was hidden from him. By us. Dr. Blank: And not from me? PoI-6382: Not from anyone with your credentials. You're familiar with Y-317? Dr. Blank: Yes, but why are you? PoI-6382: Every member of personnel reaching Clearance Level 3 is given that injection, I believe. A tiny little mnestic fortifier, hardly enough to overcome one of our glamours — unless we specifically target for it. Dr. Blank: You're saying you wanted to talk to someone from the Foundation. PoI-6382: Yes, but only one who knew where to look. Because you'd only know where to look if you were talking to dear old Thilo, and that could only happen if things had gotten very dire indeed. It was a careful calculation; I live for that sort of thing. Dr. Blank: I'm assuming you're responsible for the direness. I'm assuming you're a giftschreiber. PoI-6382: Assumptions are a bad way to start a new relationship, but I appreciate that you'd confide them in me. Has Thilo offered you that courtesy? Do you know what he thinks of you? Dr. Blank: We've been working very closely with him, as you obviously know. PoI-6382: I am certain it's merely the appearance of closeness. Thilo doesn't let anyone peek beneath his hood. This is all about him, you see. PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: Everything is always about him. Dr. Blank: You seem to think so too. Are you one of his old apprentices? PoI-6382 smiles. PoI-6382: No, though I'll admit I've learned a lot from him over the years. Dr. Blank: So you are a giftschreiber. PoI-6382 shrugs. PoI-6382: I don't find the distinction terribly interesting, to be honest. I think you could stand to hear a perspective that isn't Thilo's; those dichotomies he's had to build up over the centuries, to keep his sense of purpose strong, they're not going to be much use in the days to come. Dr. Blank: If you have a better model, we'd love to hear it. PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: Very subtle choice of words. I take it to mean that I am on the record, so to speak. Dr. Blank: As if you didn't already know that. Dr. Blank and PoI-6382 stare at each other for several seconds. PoI-6382: Here is what I know, Dr. Blank. I know that 'generations' are buzzwords made up to sell amateur sociology books — buzzwords are the discursive equivalent of lettuce, the form of nourishment without the function. You can gorge yourself on them and still starve to death. I know that 'decades' and 'centuries' and even 'millennia' are arbitrary outgrowths of the cult of numerology into our shared social understanding. I know that 'eras' are the province of historians, and history is half-fictive at best. Dr. Blank: Maybe bad history. PoI-6382: It's all bad. I've lived long enough, gathered enough empirical evidence to know that there is only one thing defining the trajectory of our species: the Cycle. The Cycle turns, and we tumble within it. The Cycle never ends… until it does. Dr. Blank: I've already heard this from Zwist. It was vague nonsense then, it's vague nonsense now. PoI-6382: It's vague sense, Dr. Blank, and it's only vague because you insist on seeing it as some kind of metaphor. I am telling you: it isn't. We are living at the tail end of an arc of iron-fisted order, but it's all about to slip through your mailed fingers. That's what your opponents want. Dr. Blank: Is it what you want? PoI-6382: No. This arc was mine, my fraternity's, and I will be loathe to see it go. I would rather the transition were not so abrupt and destructive as it was when last it came 'round, and so I have been testing you. Dr. Blank: What 'fraternity'? PoI-6382: You are fighting a war on two fronts, and you are only winning on one. They are pulling at your ramparts, and we are testing the nails and screws. They are undermining you, and we are forcing you to mind your foundations. We are helping you to see the mistakes you've made, and the mistakes you might make yet, so that when the storm comes you are not completely washed away. Dr. Blank: You didn't answer— PoI-6382: I know how impressionable Thilo can be; I know that better than anyone alive. If we pushed you enough, he would fear to lose your support. He would rush to your side. With his help, you might still survive the change. That's what we want. Your people are but one step removed from mine; you want control, at any cost, and so do we. We are hoping to make a partnership with you, to weather what comes together. Dr. Blank: WHO IS 'WE'?! PoI-6382 points. PoI-6382: Ask him. PoI-6382 is pointing at a figure approaching hesitantly from the edge of the park. It is Thilo Zwist. He appears distraught. Zwist: Keil? PoI-6382: Thilo. Dr. Blank: Wait. Did you say… do you mean… Zwist: I saw you burn. PoI-6382: Did you? Zwist: I saw them set the tent alight. I saw you burn. PoI-6382: You saw a tent burn, Thilo. You saw men die. You of all people know that the devil is in the details. Dr. Blank: Hold on a second here. Zwist: Half a billion people carry the curse I levied on your murderers. I have spent four hundred years— PoI-6382: I believe the word you're looking for is 'wasted', apprentice. Zwist: I am not your apprentice! And you are not Keil. The schriftsteller would not do what you have done. PoI-6382: How would you know? You were never one of us. The mysteries would have broken you. You would have refused the call. Dr. Blank: HOLD ON A SECOND. Silence on recording. Zwist is clenching and unclenching his fists. He is in tears. Dr. Blank: Are you saying we're being attacked by the schriftsteller? Are you saying they still exist?! PoI-6382: Order cannot be overt, Dr. Blank. It must be insidious. Destruction takes place in the light, but construction — well. It is best done in the dark, away from prying eyes and interference, in untrafficked places and without undue input. You understand, of course. It's how you people operate. It's admirable. Zwist: Admirable?! This isn't admirable. There's nothing admirable about fascism! PoI-6382: Again with the distinctions. Zwist: Distinctions! Of course, distinctions! The powers we possess cannot be used indiscriminately. They are too great, too dangerous, too far-reaching and… PoI-6382: Insidious? Precisely. We were meant to poke and prod, Thilo, to move the mountains root by root, to steer the course by one invisible nudge at a time. It's why we can do the things we can do. But I could see the flaw within you, four hundred years ago. I knew then, as I know now, that you would never get with the program. So when we burned our old lives up like so much paper, and became something new, we gave you one final gift. The chance to start anew, to live out your short and simple life, to die before our work was ended. To go for a walk, even if it meant never seeing the destination. Silence on recording. PoI-6382: You're welcome. Zwist reaches into his coat, and PoI-6382 does the same. Dr. Blank stands up. [DATA EXPUNGED] Dr. Blank was unable to account for the remainder of the missed time. The park where the meeting took place could not subsequently be identified; the prevailing theory is that a thaumaturgic exchange occurred between Zwist and PoI-6382, the fallout of which imparted antimemetic qualities to the entire area. Neither individual could be located. With the revelations that the Rosicrucian Order was a false front and that the schriftsteller were still extant as a society, they were classified GoI-6382 and their leader Kyle Graf PoI-6382. Operation FIREBREAK continued with Zwist's prior preparation but without his further input. Dr. Lillihammer became its primary de facto consultant, and undertook analysis following each attack to determine whether GoI-5054 or 6382 was responsible judging by the type and severity of the memetic effects employed. She also took on the task of preparing action items to learn from each incident. Incident Report 6382-S64-K Target: Site-64-K, South Korea Date: 06/12/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: An aerosolized chemical agent carried on the mists surrounding Site 64-K caused staff to perceive all written language as the traditional Korean Hanja writing system. Countermeasure: Zwist's guidelines did not cover this contingency. Hanja has largely fallen out of use, such that few staff members were able to make a smooth transition. However, as Hanja is derived from traditional Chinese (minus pronunciation and contextual variations), an exchange of staff members from Site-ZH-44 who natively read that language ensured something like regular operations could continue until the aerosol dispersed. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer recommended all Foundation staff undergo additional language training with the aid of a mnestic regimen, both to provide greater lingustic flexibility and take advantage of the cognitive improvement effects of sustained linguistic study. Incident Report 6382-APL-05 Target: Area-05-PL, Poland Date: 06/12/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: An insurgent masquerading as a Foundation kinesthesiologist introduced a purported dance routine termed "The Shake Violently" to Area staff during morning calisthenics. Said routine involves violent random thrashing, overstressing the body and inflicting harm on surrounding environments and personnel. As the routine carries a compulsion effect, all personnel present were soon engaged in self-destructive physical behaviour despite their continued presence of mind. Countermeasure: Area-05-PL's Operation FIREBREAK-designated, antimemetic-fortified Polish Sign Language interpreter introduced a conflicting set of gestures into the routine, gradually breaking each member of personnel free of the compulsion effect. Personnel continued to mime The Shake Violently until the insurgent was in close proximity, at which point the interpreter struck her in the solar plexus, inducing immediate unconsciousness. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer's proposed program of linguistic study now features a pronounced emphasis on the utility of sign language due to its wide variety of potential field uses. Incident Report 6382-SUA-80 Target: Site-UA-80, Ukraine Date: 06/18/2021 Belligerents: Schriftsteller (presumed) Nature of Attack: Loss of object permanence among containment staff. Countermeasure: Dr. Lillihammer instructed containment staff to enact Procedure 173-Beta: only blinking their eyes when no vital containment apparatus or object in containment is in view. The loss of object permanence was confirmed to occur only between blinks, and the case-by-case application of a Euler-Melbourne Memetic Resistance Booster both eliminated the effect and immunized against its recurrence. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer collaborated with Dr. Ryan Melbourne, co-author of the Euler-Melbourne Memetic Resistance Test, to develop the Melbourne-Lillihammer Cognitive Enhancement Exercises for rapid dissemination to all Foundation facilities. Incident Report 6382-STH-72 Target: Outpost Site-72-TH, Thailand Date: 06/21/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: Patriotic rage directed against the pop music song "One Night In Bangkok," to the point of disrupting day-to-day operations. Countermeasure: The temporary relief of all Thai staff from duty so that they might be amnesticized of all knowledge of the following topics: actor/singer Murray Head, songwriter Tim Rice, "One Night In Bangkok" and the musical Chess. Aftermath: None. If they want to lob softballs at us, why discourage them? — Lillihammer Incident Report 6382-SPT-1 Target: Site-PT1, [REDACTED] Date: 06/22/2021 Belligerents: Schriftsteller Nature of Attack: Exceptionally overzealous containment procedures enacted by the Administrative Superintendence of the Lusophone Branch..The Lusophone Branch consists of all Portuguese-speaking facilities. These included but were not limited to: cordoning off entire urban neighbourhoods to contain minor threats; detaining civilians in large numbers and retaining them in custody rather than amnesticizing and releasing; performance of decommissioning procedures on non-threatening anomalies without consulting the Decommissioning Department; attempted takeover of mainland Spanish facilities, infringing on the authority of the Spanish Branch. Countermeasure: A chemical strike on Site-PT1 temporarily disabled all personnel, and MTF PT15-Σ ("Serket's Stinger") secured the Site. [EXPUNGED] of the Administrative Superintendence was exposed as a member of GoI-6382, having disabled his colleagues and commandeered their biometric keys. When awakened under controlled conditions in a Class-A Memetic Exclusion Chamber at Site-43, he delivered the following message: "The next step is a steep one." Further information could not be extracted, despite the application of MARSTON verification protocol and extreme rendition. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer recommended increased inter-branch interaction across all departments in order to foster a stronger collective identity and close this avenue of insinuation. The final confirmed schriftsteller attack to date took place on 07/14/2021, at Site-DE1 in Germany. An attacking force of thirty-three individuals with a variety of anomalous talents quickly subdued most on-site security, and began scouring the Site's interior for high-ranking personnel and SCP objects. Lockdown procedures were put into effect, isolating the attackers to the second and third sublevels, while ETTRA scrambled a response from adjacent facilities. Finding the second sublevel empty, all personnel having been already evacuated below, the insurgents began descending via staircases and the main elevator shaft. The following scene was captured by security cameras in the third sublevel main access corridor. _ » ADMINISTER COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT «COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT ADMINISTERED THE DELUGE OVERTOPS THE BANKS TO CRIES OF OVERWHELMING THANKS Incident Log: 6382-DE1 A team of security personnel is opening fire on a pair of insurgents, who are holding a banner between them and laughing. The guards' aim is anomalously wild, and they are unable to strike their targets. The first insurgent laughs. First Insurgent: [EXPUNGED] The security personnel immediately begin opening fire on each other. One is struck a glancing blow across the temple, three are shot in the legs, and one is shot in the shoulder. All five individuals are soon rendered unconscious. The second insurgent laughs, and pats his comrade on the back. She smiles at him. Thilo Zwist appears behind the downed guards. The insurgents stop smiling. The first insurgent opens her mouth to speak. Zwist completes her cognitohazardous phrase before she can, and she spits blood; the capillaries in her mouth have apparently burst. She staggers around a corner, out of sight of the camera. The second insurgent is already mid-curse, and Zwist speaks a single syllable in an unfamiliar tongue which does not appear to carry any independently cognitohazardous component; the second insurgent reaches up to clutch his throat, screaming incoherently, and blood appears at the edges of his lips. He falls, unconscious; medical examination later reveals that he has swallowed, and thereby severed, his own tongue. Zwist picks up the banner, ties it around his waist, and proceeds down the hall. He reaches the main access corridor. The elevator shaft door is open, and individuals are rappelling into view. Zwist points at the third insurgent with his right pointer finger, and speaks; the insurgent has sharp protrusions on her body resembling the thorns of Gleditsia triacanthos (honey locust). Zwist continues speaking, and points at the fourth insurgent as they swing into view with two others; the third insurgent grabs the fourth, the thorns digging deep. The fourth insurgent bursts into flame (apparently of its own volition), screaming, and the two of them begin to attack each other. The fifth insurgent is armed with a rifle, which she raises. Zwist raises both fists, snaps the pointer and middle fingers of both hands up, and taps them together rapidly in front of him. The fifth insurgent twists violently to the left; vertebrae cracking is audible, and she slumps to the floor unconscious. Zwist opens his eyes very wide as the sixth insurgent raises her hands in front of her, and a whorl of air appears between them; she meets Zwist's gaze, his eyes move rapidly, and she involuntarily claps her hands together. There is a thunderclap, and she is thrown into the wall hard enough to dent the tiles. She is unconscious before she strikes the floor. A seventh insurgent appears around the far bend in the corridor. He is pointing at Zwist, and already speaking. Seventh Insurgent: [EXPUNGED] Zwist begins to twitch uncontrollably; he taps his neck three times, jolting with each tap, and the twitching stops. Zwist: [EXPUNGED] The seventh insurgent's chest heaves, and he immediately vomits. He falls to the floor, slipping on the former contents of his own stomach, and does not rise again. Three more insurgents appear. One is approximately eight feet tall, wielding a sledgehammer; the other two have linked hands together, and their eyes are glowing. They raise their linked hands to point at Zwist, and the hair on his body stands on end and begins to spark. Zwist pulls the fire alarm, and in the midst of the sudden clamour, emits a shrill whistle. All three insurgents, and all Foundation staff reviewing the security camera footage, fall immediately unconscious. Zwist shakes his head, apparently dazed from the effort, and a tenth insurgent tackles him from behind. The tenth insurgent's eyes are milky white, and they roll Zwist over to make eye contact. They smile. Zwist smiles in return, and raises his eyebrows provocatively; the tenth insurgent blinks, then gasps in shock, then reaches up to clutch his temples. He scrambles back to the wall, leans against it, and curls into a fetal position. Zwist regains his feet as an eleventh insurgent turns the next corner, hands raised in the pattern of a protective thaumaturgical ward. Zwist shouts, disorienting the insurgent, then pulls him close and holds him like a human shield. He turns to find four additional insurgents rappelling through the elevator; he manipulates his puppet's hands in a series of rapid motions. The twelfth and thirteenth insurgents immediately cover their eyes, screaming. One staggers head-first into a wall, and falls unconscious with an audible crack; the other walks directly into the open elevator shaft, and disappears with an abbreviated shout. Zwist pushes the eleventh insurgent into the fourteenth and fifteenth, and begins speaking rapidly; all three insurgents immediately begin brawling amongst each other. Zwist turns away from the elevator and rounds the corner, finding yet another insurgent approaching him. The sixteenth insurgent lacks identifiable features; its eyes and ears are sealed shut, and its lips are moving rapidly. Zwist staggers to one side, pressing his palm into a stanchion for support, then appears rooted in place and unable to turn away from his attacker. The sixteenth insurgent grins, and extends two hands with long, sharp nails towards Zwist's face. Its lips are still moving soundlessly. Zwist's grip slips off the stanchion, and he falls to the ground as the sixteenth insurgent bends over him. Though he is unable to move, he is able to direct his eyes upward. Where his hand was just moments ago, there is a sticker on the stanchion bearing a simple glyph in black lettering; Zwist's muscles relax the moment he sees it. He reaches up to grab the insurgent's fingers, and wrenches them back and forth ferociously. The insurgent stops whispering and growls in pain, before Zwist throws its hands up in between them and it sees the shape its fingers are now arrayed in. It reaches up, grasps its own neck with its broken fingers, and turns its head around one hundred and eighty degrees. This does not appear to kill it, but it subsequently makes no move to rise from the floor. Zwist's hands are bleeding. He removes the banner from his waist, wincing in pain, and amends its text with his own blood. A seventeenth insurgent appears at the end of the corridor, and Zwist raises the banner up between them. The insurgent immediately turns to the left, driving his head through a glass office window. He slumps, bleeding, onto the window pane and ceases all motion. Zwist lowers the banner. He smiles. There is distant gunfire. Zwist's smile disappears. Zwist: Damn. The gunfire ceases, and the floor begins to shake. Zwist: Damn. Damn. Zwist begins pounding the tiles with one fist as the shaking increases. Windows shatter in the hall as an eighteenth insurgent approaches; it appears to be composed entirely of cinderblocks, painted with strange symbols. It has three companions, each carrying rifles. They have not yet noticed Zwist. Zwist: I am sorry. I am so very sorry. Zwist clenches his fists and closes his eyes in intense concentration. His mouth begins to move, though no speech is audible. The insurgents are checking each office in the hall; they still have not yet noticed Zwist. Zwist removes his Site-43 security clearance card from his jacket, opens his eyes, and fixes his attention on the SCP Foundation sigil. Zwist: It is my burden to bear. I am… I am sorry. He digs the fingernails of his other hand into his palm, wincing and producing tears as more blood is drawn. Three security guards appear at Zwist's end of the corridor, and take firing positions. He ignores them. He is now sobbing. Zwist: The last man standing. Always the last man standing. The guards are gesturing at Zwist, indicating that he should move out of the line of fire. The insurgents are approaching, the largest breaking windows with its concrete fists and scraping the glass along the plaster walls. Zwist: Only me. Only ever me. Always only ever me. Forever. It never ends. It will never end. Never. The security guards open fire on the insurgents, who immediately return fire. The concrete creature lopes down the hall, passing Zwist without noticing him, and engages in physical contact with the guards. Zwist: It is over. It is over. It is over. For them. Not for me. Not for me. Zwist raises both hands in the air, still clenched into fists. The concrete creature has disabled two of the three guards already, and is reaching for the third when a sleek black metal form collides with it, driving it into the wall. Three members of MTF DE4-𝔙 ("The Defenders") have arrived, outfitted with advanced combat armour. They engage in combat with the insurgents, who have been bolstered by reinforcements at the far end of the hall. Zwist: Please forgive me. Zwist is weeping freely. The concrete creature has nearly bested its opponent when it suddenly ceases all movement, then topples backward onto the floor. It strikes its head against a metal instruments cart, which collapses around its head like a shawl. Zwist: They will never forgive me. But it can't end. And they can never… never forgive… The members of MTF DE4-𝔙 are attempting to help the wounded guards to their feet. Both guards notice the SCP Foundation branding on the power armour, and immediately turn rigid. Foundation personnel at Site-DE1 now recognize the SCP sigil as an active cognitohazard which compels attention and produces near-instant catatonia. Attempts are made Site-wide to remove or cover such sigils wherever they can be found. Zwist: Almost. Almost. I can. I must. One member of MTF DE4-𝔙 falls to the floor, alongside two of the guards. The third agent looks back and forth between Zwist and the armed insurgents, confused. The insurgents continue to fire, advancing down the hallway. They are still ignoring Zwist. The public address system crackles to life. A male voice is singing..Subsequently identified as Site-87 memeticist Ryan Melbourne. Oh hey can you see If the doors are locked tight 'cuz it strikes me that we've Got some guests uninvited The music produces an extreme fear reaction in the assembled insurgents. Zwist places the card on the floor and leans over it, blocking his ears with both hands. Now they're in for such fun Gather 'round everyone! And prepare to be thrilled As we yank down their trousers Zwist leans back, confused. The insurgents are in disarray, firing their weapons at the ceiling; they strike the public address speakers, and the music ceases. Zwist picks up the card again, and considers it. The elevator arrives, and three additional members of MTF DE4-𝔙 appear alongside Dr. Lillihammer. The agents are carrying riot shields featuring multiple overlapping embedded cognitohazards. They advance down the hallway, trading fire with the confused insurgents. Zwist: It isn't enough… The cognitohazardous effect imparted to the SCP sigil has now increased in both severity and range, extending to neighbouring Sites. Dr. Lillihammer and the agents begin to retreat, and the insurgents press forward. They have almost reached Zwist. Dr. Lillihammer crouches down and pantomimes rolling a spherical or cylindrical object beneath the shields and along the floor. Dr. Lillihammer: Fire in the hole! There is an ear-splitting screech from behind the insurgents as Dr. Lillihammer's antimemetic grenade explodes, and they are knocked off their feet. The only remaining enemy combatant, having been left to stand rearguard, is a man with transparent skin whose internal organs are arranged in what appears to be a deliberate pattern. Dr. Lillihammer: Avert! The assembled agents close the visors of their helmets. Dr. Lillihammer removes a small deck of cards from her labcoat pocket, selects one, and focuses on it for a moment. She then takes a riot shield from the nearest member of MTF DE4-𝔙 and strides past Zwist. The final insurgent spreads his arms wide, and smiles. Dr. Lillihammer looks directly at the insurgent, and smiles back at him. She turns the riot shield upside-down, and speaks. Dr. Lillihammer: [EXPUNGED] The insurgent's spleen bursts, and he falls to the ground screaming. Dr. Lillihammer: Clear! The agents form a protective position around Dr. Lillihammer as renewed rifle fire can be heard in the distance. She returns the shield to its owner, then glances down at Zwist. He is still holding the card in his hand, and he is still murmuring, though his eyes are wide and staring at her. She notices the card, and staggers into the nearest wall for support. Dr. Lillihammer: Have a little faith, buddy. Dr. Lillihammer collapses, and Zwist catches her before she strikes the floor, dropping the card in the process. He eases her down, glances at her security badge, and speaks a single inaudible word whilst simultaneously relaxing his entire body. The fallen security guards and MTF agents stir to life, as does the concrete creature. The latter is unable to perceive its surroundings, as the metal cart is wrapped around its facial features. It struggles impotently on the floor as the guards and agents rally, and proceed towards the sound of gunfire. The cognitohazardous effect imparted to the SCP sigil gradually fades over the next half-hour. Zwist: I'm sorry. I'm— Dr. Lillihammer: Oh, shut up already. Not everything's about you. Zwist stares at her for a moment, then begins to laugh. MTF DE4-𝔙 and Site security personnel, with Dr. Lillihammer's memetic arsenal in hand, were able to subdue the remaining insurgents. Zwist was remanded to medical care. Site-DE1 security personnel during Incident 6382-DE1. The captured insurgents revealed, under interrogation, their membership in a Group of Interest known as the Caecus Carneliana-Collective, responsible for numerous attacks on German Sites in the past. Their memories proved badly damaged; they could not even recall their own names. They had a vague recollection of a pact having been made between their leader and an unknown figure of Austrian descent, presumably PoI-6382. It is theorized that the schriftsteller promised to augment the anomalous capabilities of the CCC members with memetics and to aid them in their attack on Site-DE1, committing a proxy force instead of their own numbers due to the possibility — undesirable or otherwise — of defeat. As Site-DE1 is almost wholly administrative, and CCC typically engages in violence to free anomalous subjects in containment, it is further theorized that this attack was intended to completely disrupt operations in the German Branch to make additional attacks on containment Sites a possibility. Zwist's recuperation took the better part of one day, after which he requested a meeting in the infirmary with Drs. Blank and Lillihammer. Interview Log Date: 14 July 2021 Present: Dr. H.R. Blank (Archives and Revision, Site-43); Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43), Thilo Zwist (SCP-6382) Zwist is seated on an infirmary bed. He shows signs of extreme exhaustion, but smiles when Drs. Blank and Lillihammer enter. Zwist: Come closer, children. Dr. Blank laughs, and pulls a pair of chairs up to the head of the bed. He and Dr. Lillihammer sit down. Dr. Lillihammer: Leading with a joke is a great idea, after the scary shit you just pulled. Zwist smiles. Zwist: Did you see our performance, Harry? Dr. Blank: The parts that are safe to see. Lillian is ginning up a non-cognitohazardous edit for the Site-43 film festival. Zwist: Is that a real thing? Dr. Lillihammer: It will be after I show off your Doctor Strange routine. Zwist coughs. Zwist: Did they make it? Dr. Lillihammer: Did who make what? Zwist: The attackers. Did any of them… Dr. Lillihammer: Your inexplicably clean record stands. One of them's gonna be looking over their shoulders, quite literally, for a good long while, one's getting the world's easiest emergency splenectomy, one will never walk again unless we lend a helping hand, one broke damn near every bone in his body and a few of them are looking pretty pale — or pretty ashen, in the case of one very unhappy plant person — but nobody died. Zwist closes his eyes. Zwist: On their side, at least. Dr. Blank: You managed to prevent almost every casualty. Not bad for someone who wasn't even supposed to be there. Between the two of you, you knocked down every major threat on-site. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Most, but not all. Dr. Lillihammer pats his hand. Dr. Lillihammer: Our little threat object. Dr. Blank: You'll be pleased to know that the O5 Council voted against, in this order: euthanizing you in your sleep, vivisecting you while still alive, and putting you in an antimeme casket for the rest of your unnatural life. Zwist: Do I have the both of you to thank for that? Dr. Blank: You've accrued more than a few good character references in the past few decades. But I wouldn't try pulling another stunt on those lines; at least not one that ends with you unconscious. You'll want to hit the bricks next time. Zwist: I realize you're jesting, but there won't be a next time. If we are to set ourselves against destructive patterns of behaviour, there can be no hypocrisy. The past won't cloud my judgement again; I've made my peace with it. We must focus now on the present conflict. Dr. Blank: I wasn't sure we'd ever see you again. Zwist: Don't be so dramatic. That's my thing, remember? Dr. Blank: I'm serious. I was wondering whether you had reconsidered our arrangement. Zwist: Why would I do that? Dr. Blank: Because you disappeared, maybe? Zwist: I had some thinking to do. Some… reorienting. I had to remind myself of who you are, who your colleagues are, and who you're not. I can't trust the entire Foundation not to take Keil's side, but I know I can trust you. Dr. Blank: I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm still surprised you came back. Keil, and the schriftsteller… it changes everything. Zwist: It changes nothing. Not for me. It was a shock, what I learned at the park — the worst I've ever felt, worse even than the burning at… the burning at Herbsthausen — and for a moment I felt as if it all had been a lie, a pointless charade. But the shock has passed— Dr. Blank: And you didn't lash out, that's progress. Dr. Lillihammer: He didn't lash out that time. I really thought he was about to do a repeat of Herbsthausen, yesterday. Zwist: I really was. Dr. Lillihammer: I saw you monologuing, whacking the floor, drawing blood. You were trying to force an emotional state, so you could noetically poison the Foundation sigil. Intentionally repeating your own mistake. Zwist: Yes. I wanted to draw them all to you, like moths— Dr. Blank: To a flame. Zwist: To a bug-zapper, more like. Flames are too random and inefficient. But yes, I thought… I thought the day was lost. I thought if I fell, you would all fall with me, so what was the point? Dr. Lillihammer: And that was the point. Zwist: I believe so, yes. Dr. Blank: What? Zwist: I believe this is what Keil wanted. He wanted me invested, he wanted me involved, and he wanted me to replicate that awful moment at the tent. I could have turned your Foundation into a weapon, then turned it on the giftschreiber. I've made that sort of mistake before, as you know, and it could very well have happened again. It was going to happen again. Dr. Blank: And? Zwist: And I was wrong to despair. Very, very wrong. I had no idea you were such an accomplished thaumaturge, Lillian. Dr. Lillihammer: Thaumaturge nothing. I'm a memeticist. My magic power is called learning, Thilo. I spent long enough watching you to pick up a few choice tricks. Silence on recording. Zwist: Thank you. Dr. Lillihammer: You're welcome. Dr. Blank: Is this it, though? Zwist: Go on. Dr. Blank: I don't mean to minimize your little fracas, but this was hardly the epochal twist I expected. I thought we'd see… I don't know. Something more dramatic. A crescendo. Isn't this supposed to be the end of an era? Zwist: I'm sorry, I rather thought you were trained in history. Was I mistaken? Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: Social change is gradual. On the ground, it's not even visible; trends are only obvious in retrospect. When we're on the other side. Zwist: Most shots aren't heard 'round the world, but they still find their marks. I do believe we'll find that this was a turning point, in the end. Dr. Blank: Which way did it turn? Zwist: Down, Harry. That much was never in doubt. Silence on recording. Dr. Lillihammer: So, what are we going to do about it? Zwist: What we do to all unsatisfying stories, Lillian: recontextualize them. In another life I was defined by the loss of my youthful innocence, my faith in the work. In a collective project I never even really understood. I saw it all burn down, and it broke me, and I rebuilt myself in the image of what I thought I'd lost — the schriftsteller. I may have been wrong in my assumption that they were destroyed, but I was also wrong about who and what they were. They might as well have perished in that fire, because they were never going to be what I needed them to be. I thought the good work died at Herbsthausen, and I alone was charged with resurrecting it. I was wrong. Dr. Blank: Wrong? Zwist: Yes, wrong. The good work did not exist before Keil and the rest of my brethren passed into the shadows. It didn't exist until I, in my penance, in my solitude, began to do it. They were never altruists. They were never any less selfish than their chaotic cousins; I see that now. I thought I was carrying their torch into the future, but the fire was my own. It was not theirs. It still is not theirs, and neither is the Frontispiece, or my Writing, or your kill agents and memetic inoculants. It is all derived from me, from my misunderstanding, my naiveté, and I have carried it this far on my pure and unadulterated arrogance. The schriftsteller and giftschreiber will never understand it, because it is outside their conception of history. That is what will obsolesce them. Something new, flush with possibility, unaccounted for in their vicious cycle. Dr. Lillihammer: Are we back on the Thilocentric model already? Zwist: Just listen for a moment. Do you see the imbalance in the societies? The writers and the poison writers? Those are not antonyms. They're only nominally opposed; they are united in their comfort with the rolling status quo. No wonder there's no true change in their system, only ruinous repetition and the illusion of agency. The machinery cannot be wrecked from the inside. An outside influence is needed. Zwist leans back in his bed. Zwist: They have one thing in common, beside their commitment to that vile circuit. They don't trust anyone. Ever. The giftschreiber lash out in individualistic malice, the schriftsteller try to trammel us all into channels and cages, and not a one of them ever thinks to revel in the diversity of human thought. Neither selfish nor domineering, but instead… benevolent. The boundless generosity of human imagination, more powerful than any curse or virus. Zwist coughs. Zwist: I never imagined I could let any of this go. That I could trust in the instincts of others. But I saw what you did in my absence, Lillian, and what you did in my presence only confirmed it. Dr. Blank: Yeah, she's pretty great. Dr. Lillihammer: Don't stop the praise train. Zwist: I, myself, alone, would never be enough. You showed me that. But you also showed me that a burden shared is a burden borne more gracefully, and we are going to need a great deal of grace to see us through the next few steps. What you and I are going to do is no different from starving a fire or stopping a flood. Dr. Blank: What are we going to do, Thilo? Zwist: We are going to bury the schriftsteller and giftschreiber, as I should have done so long ago. They are a dead letter. We are going to answer them so utterly and completely that their paradigms cease to shift. For the writers, we shall find erasers — auslöscher. And for the poison writers, serumschreiber. Dr. Lillihammer: The cure writers. Dr. Blank: You're going to train apprentices again? Zwist smiles. Zwist: I have apparently already started. I am, if nothing else, a man who sees things through. Dr. Lillihammer: So we're going to have a sharp exchange of views with your Austrian friends, then. Zwist: Yes, and ours will prevail. No more words of power, no more words of poison. Words of hope and healing, friends. Silence on recording. Zwist: We're going to break the cycle. The giftschreiber continue to execute attacks on Foundation Sites worldwide. PoI-6382 and the schriftsteller remain at large. SCP-6382, recuperating. Operation FIREBREAK is ongoing; preliminary proposals for Operation BURNOUT are before the O5 Council at present. Dr. Lillihammer has begun memetic thaumaturgical training under the guidance of Thilo Zwist. « SCP-6156 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-6484 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6382" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6383 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6383 SCP-6383 prior to containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6383 is stored in a specialised chamber comprised of a combination of materials rating no higher than 00.5%1 on Foundation Anomalous Certainty scales. Description: SCP-6383 is a non-anomalous stop sign, constructed from materials identical to other traditional stop signs throughout the United States. All forms of sentience and near-sentient life (human/anomalous entities/artificial sentience/plant life) have expressed feelings or symptoms of severe discomfort and anxiety when in SCP-6383’s direct presence. This effect is non-anomalous, and believed to be a fundamental response in nature. In contrast to all other forms of existing matter, SCP-6383 has yielded consistently negative results when tested for anomalous properties. SCP-6383 Testing Results: Anomaly certainty: 0.00% APME-Rating2: 00/00% (average APME-Rating for stop signs: ~45/~23%) In contrast, all other forms of life and other existences in the universe display a minimum of 0.05% when measured for anomalous properties, and at least a 0.03% likelihood of becoming anomalous in the future via various circumstances or happenstance (current anomalous prevention protocols and containment efforts to lessen such occurrences are ongoing). Due to these inherent properties, SCP-6383’s nature is deemed enigmatic by all sentient beings, causing feelings of dissimilarity towards SCP-6383 in comparison to everything else in existence. Discovery Log: SCP-6383 was discovered following Event-6383-Alpha, a universal reality altering event which resulted in all forms of existence obtaining various anomalous properties. This event had initially gone unnoticed, due to a vast majority of these changes being minute and going unnoticed by the major population3. In response, the Foundation developed the APME-Rating system to confirm changes between baseline normality as compared to before Event-6383-Alpha. SCP-6383 was found several months after the event, having been the least affected by these alterations. Due to it being the sole “non-anomalous” object remaining from before the event, SCP-6383 has been placed in a specialised “exclusion chamber” to decrease the risks that may come from exposure to the anomalous reality around it. Footnotes 1. Lowest achievable rating at present 2. Anomalous Property Manifestation/Escalation Rating 3. Notable examples: Dr. Wesley growing 1cm taller, a HB pencil becoming a slightly different shade of yellow, a blade of grass that grows 0.02cm faster than others surrounding it, Assistant researcher Agnew being able to manifest a single chicken egg in his hand once and never again, an instance of cane toad that when presented with a bowl of milk every ten hours consecutively for three months will vocalise the phrase “I prefer soy” in Russian (Note: Testing confirmed the toad to not actually be lactose-intolerant), etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6383" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6383. Licensed under CC-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: STOP sign.jpg Author: Bidgee License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6385 | keter | 4/6385 LEVEL 4/6385 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6385 Keter Advertisement banner for Operation BACHAZAI featuring the Foundation-sponsored virtual idol named Asumi Kitagawa. Operation BACHAZAI has been relatively effective in countering SCP-6385. Special Containment Procedures Under Operation BACHAZAI, the Foundation is to heavily promote VTubers1, on social media platforms such as Reddit and Facebook. Concurrently, Operation BACHAZAI is mandated to mar or impair the Japanese real-world idol industry. Operation BACHAZAI defines an idol as a young Japanese entertainer trained to serve as role models of innocence, musical and dance performances, and personality. A minimum of 10 million US dollars has been set aside to fund the Foundation's virtual idol agency, as well as existing companies such as Cover and Nijisanji. Marketing campaigns are to feature these idols using keywords such as "human", "relatable", "eccentric", and "natural". MTF-Omega-20 ("Virtualistas") is to operate the virtual idol avatars after proper training on streaming and interacting with online fans. The use of smear campaigns is authorized against idols who use their real-life appearances. In order to decrease interest in idols, the Foundation has negotiated with idol agencies to cease featuring them under the guise of safety and privacy protocols. Social media influencers, such as vloggers, dancers, influencers, and other types of celebrities are placed under tight monitoring. Reports of SCP-6385 manifestations and victims are to be verified and treated quickly. Victims affected by severe SCP-6385-1 infestations are to be treated through surgery and thaumaturgic neutralization processes developed by Yamagawa and Kanou (2019). The bulk of the removed instances are to be incinerated, with the rest kept in Class-C entity containment lockers at Site-356. Afterward, the patients are to undergo extensive plastic surgery to conceal scars, particularly on their genitals. Before amnesticization, they will be scheduled for psychological screening to determine the severity of their condition and the level of admiration of their idols. Lastly, all SCP-6385-1 instances recorded in Marshall, Carter & Dark transactions are to be documented, tracked, and neutralized. Description SCP-6385 is a phenomenon involving the growth of neoplasms or abnormal tissue, referred to as SCP-6385-1 instances, on a victim's body, particularly on their head and genitals. The victim is usually an individual who is part of an idol's fanclub or has professed admiration for one. The likelihood of SCP-6385 manifestations is based on the following factors: The subject's demographic category. SCP-6385 events are more likely to affect them if they reside in an East Asian country, and if they are of East Asian descent. The subject's obsession with idols. This factor is measurable based on how the subject scores on the Experience of Parasocial Interaction Scale, with regards to their idol. The subject's economic status. SCP-6385 is more likely to manifest on individuals severely stressed or failing in academics, or overworked subjects from companies with extensive overtime and low standards of employee satisfaction. The subject's level of loneliness and social relationships, measurable by tools such as the UCLA Loneliness and Oslo-3 Social Support Scales. SCP-6385-1 instances are visually similar to pimples for three days following their first appearance. In the following days, they will lengthen and become firm. 16 days into the infestation, the subject would be covered with 10 to 15 instances, which then develop malformed legs. These legs exhibit signs of severe phocomelia, such as fused bones, incomplete sets of joints, particularly in the thigh portions, and stumps on the feet. During this period, an opaque epithelial layer similar to an endometrium will cover each SCP-6385-1 instance. The SCP-6385-1 instances will detach from the subject's body and act similarly to centipedes. Due to the formation of their limbs, movement of SCP-6385-1 is generally limped and uneven. The instances will become flesh-colored, and each end of the instances will thicken into roughly spherical protrusions measuring 17cm wide. At this point, the protrusions begin to develop faces which resemble the idols preferred by the subject. Accuracy to the original model of the idols varies between SCP-6385 cases, with some being perfect matches and others only having a loose resemblance. Occasionally, gluteal or pelvic muscles, as well as mammary lobes and nipples, compete for space on these protrusions and on the rest of the instances' bodies. Several limbs of an instance will increase their size to become full-sized human arms or legs. These are then used by the SCP-6385-1 instance to caress and make contact with the victim. Although sapience has not been confirmed, these instances are capable of stating words of encouragement or love to their previous host. Current reports state that up to 342 idols have been imitated by SCP-6385-1 instances, while more than 1,000 individuals have been the subject of an SCP-6385 manifestation. MC&D Report (10/12/2019) Foundation plants in Marshall, Carter, and Dark (MC&D) have discovered that SCP-6385-1 instances are sold to prospective buyers mainly from Japan, South Korea, China, and the USA. Oftentimes, they are first held in 'beautification rooms,' where they are surgically outfitted with robotic limbs and dosed with memetic and amnestic agents to become more subservient and appealing. Afterward, they are presented on stage to audience members obligated by MC&D to carry glowsticks and fan paraphernalia. Concurrently, developed instances of SCP-6385-1 will perform Japanese pop culture music with a considerable level of accuracy, albeit with distorted voices. Their style of dancing is also stiff, owing to the quality of their robotic implants and limbs. MC&D tends to use staggered scheduling and breaks to rotate the idols for costume changes, position side performers clad in mascot costumes, and prepare props such as fireworks, ribbons, and steam machines. MC&D's style evokes kawaisa2 aesthetics. During the two to three-hour performance, the SCP-6385-1 instances perform 20-25 songs and medleys. On specific schedules, instances of SCP-6385-1 perform together with backstage operators utilizing neural and electronic implants to smoothen their performance. In these groups, the instances occasionally fall on each other, interlocking their frail limbs and emitting high-pitched moans resembling apologies. MC&D personnel also monitors incidences of the idols' tendency to undergo fecal incontinence or loss of bowel control. Audiences, which are mostly composed of businessmen, typically react with a mild memetic and euphoric hysteria (i.e. by cheering, joyous screaming, crying, waving glow lights, and occasionally minor physical reactions such as developing nosebleeds or vomiting). At the end of their performances, personnel would transport them to a specialized room for either auction or direct purchase. Based on witness reports, unwanted SCP-6385-1 instances would be stripped of their robotic implants, essentially reverting them into their worm-like forms. They are then designated as "肉虫", or "flesh worms", packed into plastic bags and incinerated at special waste facilities. The three most common idols imitated by purchased SCP-6385-1 instances are Eimi Takaraka, Iori Hideyama, and Saya Sakimoto, all of whom belong to idol groups such as AKB48. Approximately 12,000 instances have been sold worldwide. Despite the instances' extreme uncanny valley features, obtained sales reports involving them have detailed a constantly rising demand, with multiple investments funneled into augmenting them robotically or genetically. Notably, Japanese, South Korean, and Chinese corporate entities and private individuals compete for the top spots with regards to these investments. Aviatica Report (01/15/2020) The Foundation procured an exposé from GoI-503 ("Aviatica")3 concerning the purchase and upkeep of SCP-6385-1 instances. The exposé detailed the routines of a buyer using the pseudonym "Aidorou Taku"4. It additionally revealed further insights involving the nature of MC&D's transactions and treatment of SCP-6385-1 instances. Foundation representatives to Aviatica have negotiated the postponement of the piece until the Foundation sufficiently accomplishes the goals of Operation BACHAZAI. The transcript of the piece is provided below. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE AVT-01 01/15/2020 AVIATICA Freedom in Flight, Fighting for the Light 1/10/2020 | ISSUE 23, VOLUME 10 AidoruAdore: The Art of Caring for Japanese Idol Worms COMFORT PILLOW. Aidorou Taku, an AidoruAdorer, uses this pillow to calm himself down to avoid urges against his AidoruAdores, which he sees as 'pillars of purity.' By: Ezekier Terreno Altavista, Senior Aviatican Field Reporter Dressed in salaryman clothing, Aidorou Taku pats the head of Saki-chan, one of his AidoruAdores, as it uses its robotic limbs to stiffly walk towards him with a sweet voice. Yumenocchi, another AidoruAdore, tries to compete with Saki-chan, despite missing two of its limbs - according to Taku, the limb was sent to repairs. These AidoruAdores are 'images' of several idols from his favorite idol group, AKB48. Love worms its way to the heart - this is the guiding principle of AidoruAdores, the most recent in Marshall, Carter, & Dark's foray into Japanese idol culture. These AidoruAdores cost between 15,000 to 30,000 dollars each, excluding maintenance. AidoruAdores have certainly wormed their way into the life of Aidorou Taku, the CEO of a tech company primarily operating in Osaka, Yokohama, and Tokyo. In his home, Taku currently houses five AidoruAdores, which are semi-robotic, worm-like creatures styled after the faces and mannerisms of Japanese idols currently in vogue. Taku also takes pride in being able to produce homegrown AidoruAdores. 'Baby' AidoruAdores occasionally emerge from his skin's acne, and he has to avoid his other AidoruAdores due to their jealousy. "These other…, eto, Aidorus, they somewhat don't like competition unless they have bonded enough. So they will try to squish or bite the pimple-like stuff my baby AidoruAdores come from, and when that happened with Saki-chan once, I had to rush to the hospital as if I got bitten by a dog," Taku said. When raising these baby AidoruAdores, he has to take them to special MC&D outlets to outfit them with robotic contraptions, although he occasionally leaves them in a natural, worm-like state for fun. Taku is unbothered that his AidoruAdores are crude caricatures of his favourite idols. He reasoned that the 'originals' are people out of his reach due to his face, overloaded work, and awkward personality. "I work since sunrise and go home at sunset. Setting aside the idols, all the women I know and meet are also workaholics because ano, that's the Japanese way. Most of us don't have time for each other, and I doubt that an otaku like me would be accepted. Even if I marry one, I think I won't be having a warm welcome at the doorstep. Although society might hate them, my AidoruAdores will never complain, and love me for who I am," he said. "Plus, they do not complain about my treatment, and they enjoy the life I gave them. Out there, they won't survive, right?" he added. "So it's not slavery. It's just a mutually healthy relationship between them and me." Independent Aviatican tests have confirmed that AidoruAdores are not competent to give consent. Furthermore, the AidoruAdores demonstrate that they do not have a fully human self-awareness or consciousness. "Look at it this way. They are idols, not slaves. I am simply their manager and father at the same time - in fact, some of them came from me. Wouldn't that be a better description?" he added. A "Wholesome" IdoLife Taku starts off his day by waking up at 4:45 AM. Occasionally, one of the AidoruAdores pounces on his stomach, repetitively uttering flattering statements. "When you think about it, they're really like children, but damn, they're quite heavy for idols," he chuckles. "I once thought, you know, shouldn't idols be conscious about their weight? Anyway, I guess that's the price of the robotic limbs to make them… more acceptable." He then prepares a breakfast of curry and omelet for all of his AidoruAdores, who tend to use their mouths more than their limbs, unless Taku sternly warns or electrocutes them. He then orders Shimada, his MC&D maid, to replace all of their clothing with brightly-colored and chic skirts, as well as long-sleeved t-shirts, parkas, and hoodies. "You know, I'm a decent idol fan. It's a big no-no for me to have impure thoughts towards my AidoruAdores, and I really try to keep myself at bay when it comes to them. Plus, even if I somehow get too drunk and try to do something to them, MC&D has installed a few deterrents in their sacred areas," Taku said. "MC&D has this perception of honor and innocence regarding Japanese idol culture, since they're a foreign company, that I don't know how to feel about." Additionally, Taku recounted that one time he tried to remove their clothing by himself, he became too apprehensive after seeing their slender, worm-like, and segmented bodies. "I guess this is the 'illusion' that MC&D warned me about. It's fine though. What matters the most is their cute faces." He then goes to work in his company, where he spends the next 10 hours programming, participating in scrum sessions, and handling business deals. He sports a stern look during work, sometimes becoming agitated due to a severe lack of sleep and exhaustions from previous overtime work. To check on his AidoruAdores, he then accesses the remote surveillance in his home. "Ahhh, you really need to watch over them. Sometimes they get too rowdy, and sometimes they uhmm… pick flowers (a colloquial idol term for urination or defecation) suddenly. Unless I want my house to smell bad all the time, I have to remotely punish them via electrocution or drug injectors embedded in their skin. I don't want to trouble Shimada-san too much," he said. As much as possible, Shimada provides a 'normal human life' to the AidoruAdores, despite them behaving more similarly to pets. Furthermore, he likes to peep at the idol 'training sessions' organized by Shimada, where the AidoruAdores are given makeup, conditioned to sing, dance (to the best of their ability given their robotic limbs), and make crude skits. Taku sighs, saying that these training sessions are expensive and require special chemical injections. "MC&D promised me though, that these idols really have potential to make it big soon." Working overtime and having to bond with investors over drinks, he then goes back home at 9 PM, where he is greeted with his AidoruAdores. He spoke fondly about how the AidoruAdores sometimes collapse into a pile at the doorstep, although he is worried about how their robotic limbs scrape with each other. During his remaining free time, he then tunes into livestreams of his favorite idols, while his AidoruAdores also swarm him. He related about how his AidoruAdores imitate the dance moves and songs, which he uses to gauge how future idol training sessions will proceed. Afterwards, the AidoruAdores are tucked into their pajamas, and then lead to two special rooms where they sleep. By the time the weekend rolls around, Taku occasionally takes out some of his AidoruAdores, dousing them in MC&D concealing agents to prevent public recognition. "It's such a shame, they're really cute girls," he said. He brings them to MC&D-sponsored maid cafes, anime and comic conventions, and parks. "Saya-chan even once found one of her, ano, one of her fellow AidoruAdores in an alley. That AidoruAdore was missing all of her limbs, had a gouged out eye, and was crawling the best she could. She looked really broken, crying for her master. So, eto, I had no choice but to take her, and here she is," Taku said, pointing to Yumenocchi. He explained that upon bringing Yumenocchi to an MC&D store, he was told to keep it until they locate the buyer. Aidoru Pride Taku takes pride in how he treats his AidoruAdores. He recounted horror stories about how other AidoruAdorers mistreat and use their AidoruAdores, and how they tend to be disposed once the idol they are imitating are no longer famous, or have committed 'sins' such as getting a boyfriend, having a sex scandal, coming out as lesbian, or otherwise deviate from their expected demure and pure personas they have. The maintenance he needs for his AidoruAdores can also easily reach thousands of dollars per month, due to the robotic limbs rusting or the AidoruAdores' organs failing. One time, when his funds ran low, he had to accept some of his AidoruAdores being in their 'worm' forms. Taku admitted that his AidoruAdores worming around disturbed him, especially because their faces looked pristine. "As a true idol fan, you have to accept them for who they are, and these AidoruAdores are the personifications of those idols. But… you really need to provide for them to maintain their idol image. No one likes to raise and love worms, unless they're really cute," he said. The Foundation has amnesticized Aidorou Taku, identified to be Yoshii Sawagiri. Meanwhile, all of his SCP-6385-1 instances have been neutralized. The Foundation is considering proposals to collaborate with MC&D, offering profit sharing from the proceeds of Operation BACHAZAI in exchange for reducing sales of SCP-6385-1. Operation BACHAZAI Report (04/10/2020) Promotional material featuring VTuber Serin Seri, registered to the SCP front company V-Dream. Extensive Foundation testing has determined that SCP-6385 manifestations are less likely to occur with idols present in cyberspace or virtual settings. Market analysis indicates that virtual idols can present considerable competition to the entrenched figures of the idol industry. Next, a study by Kawahara et. al. (2020) indicated that via proper VTuber memetics, individuals prone to parasocial dependencies can be better controlled, particularly if the VTuber is more casual or acts more contrary to standard idol behavior5. Additionally, anti-memetic Foundation agents can be easily loaded into VTuber streams, while the lack of physical contact or extensive discussion about the real lives of the VTubers further limit the scope of SCP-6385. Thus, the Foundation launched Operation BACHAZAI, which currently has 250 corporate VTubers registered to different companies under its helm. Operation BACHAZAI is also connected to 1450 more independent VTubers. Furthermore, companies under Operation BACHAZAI are heavily discouraged to produce content appealing to one-sided or parasocial relationships. Idols under their helm are also mandated to employ doublethink, by both emphasizing their humanity and their mere existence as digital entities. Importantly, however, VTubers still produce SCP-6385-1 manifestations, albeit at a considerably lesser rate. A follow-up study by Kawahara et. al. indicated that underlying societal issues surrounding idol culture and the dearth of romantic relationships in East Asian countries are the root causes of SCP-6385 manifestations. However, BACHAZAI leaders are split on addressing them, citing potentially heavy interference with East Asian standards of normalcy. On the other hand, MC&D has considered SCP-6385-1 instances affected by Project BACHAZAI as undesirable, due to severe uncanny valley features resulting from the translation of 2D to 3D features. Due to the uncanny valley effect, victims of BACHAZAI-affected instances are likelier to report them to authorities out of extreme fear, disgust, or horror. Foundation containment estimates indicate that this phenomenon is generally satisfactory for increasing the containment rate of SCP-6385-1 instances. Lastly, BACHAZAI-affected SCP-6385 manifestations induce high amounts of psychological idol-related trauma in victims. With proper application of memory manipulation agents, the chances of these victims withdrawing from the VTuber and idol cultures can skyrocket, curbing future SCP-6385 manifestations. Project BACHAZAI is aiming to introduce more VTubers with exotic designs and appeals that would manifest a stronger uncanny valley effect and thus, harsher trauma. Footnotes 1. Internet personalities who hide their real-life appearances with avatars based on modern Japanese animation. They are the virtual counterpart of Japanese idols. 2. 可愛さ. Japanese phenomenon of cuteness. 3. An anomalous group of journalists catering to free speech in the anomalous world. 4. Based on Japanese aidoruotaku or idol otaku. 5. 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SCP-6386 | keter | Item#: 6386 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-6386 are to be located and surveyed by local personnel. Any anomalous objects found (designated SCP-6386-XXX) are to be bought and sent to Site-19 for studying before being stored in standard anomalous object storage. If possible, sale proprietors are to be interrogated on the nature of their SCP-6386-XXX instance, and SCP-6386-A, and subsequently amnesticized. City-wide “garage sale days” are to be created by Foundation agents in metropolitan centers to minimize the spread of SCP-6386 objects. On these “garage sale days”, MTF Kappa-18 (“Bargain Hunters”) is to search for SCP-6386 instances and extract any found 6386-XXX instances. Any instances of SCP-6386-A are to be reported and investigated from a distance. SCP-6386's symbol Description: SCP-6386 is a phenomenon originally affecting a small percentage of garage sales (but now also affecting similar events; see Recovered Document 6386.1 for more details) that have had some form of advertisement at least 3 days beforehand. This includes yard sale signs, social media posts, and word-of-mouth communication. Upon activation of SCP-6386, an anomalous object will come into the seller's possession. Occasionally, these objects will be given to the subject by SCP-6386-A. However, in the majority of cases, they manifest in the subject's possession by unknown means. For a partial list of these objects see Addendum 6386.2. All objects affected by SCP-6386 have a symbol located somewhere on them, appearing to be a winged caduceus. SCP-6386-A is the designation for a caucasian male, roughly 2 meters in height with dark hair, olive skin, and green eyes. X-ray analysis has revealed that SCP-6386-A's skeletal system is within parameters for baseline humanity. SCP-6386-A is believed to be a powerful reality bender and/or thaumaturgist. Some data suggests that SCP-6386-A may be a non-physical and/or unreal entity. SCP-6386-A may occasionally leave a symbol on deposited objects. SCP-6386-A has also, on at least one occasion, left behind a legible document, labeled Document 6386.1. Addendum 6386.1: On 12/8/2012 Researcher Johnson went to a garage sale in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (the city they were living in at the time) in their free time, which was unknowingly affected by SCP-6386. While browsing they noticed a standard Foundation-Issued miniature SRA (hereafter designated SCP-6386-001) along with a small group of assorted objects. Researcher Johnson recognized the object, having experience with reality-bending anomalies, and feared a possible information breach. Johnson then turned on a recorder and attempted to talk to the proprietor of the sale (hereafter referred to as Mr.████████). The following interview is listed below. Interviewed: [Mr. ████████] Interviewer: [Researcher Johnson] <Begin Log, [10:45]> Mr.████████: Hello Ma'am, how can I help you? Researcher Johnson: Actually it's Mx— you know what, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to know where you got this from. [Gestures with SCP-6386-001] Mr.████████: I don’t really know. I found it when I was going through my attic and decided to sell it. I think it’s some sort of flashlight or something. I pressed the little button on the side and a funky lookin' green light came out of one end. Researcher Johnson: Where exactl— [ A civilian accidentally makes contact with Johnson] Unnamed Civilian: Oops! Sorry about that. [The civilian walks away] Researcher Johnson: Anyway, where exactly in the attic was it? In a steel box with a … weird-looking triangle on it? Maybe in a house safe or something? Mr.████████: Um…no? Those are pretty odd questions. [He looks at the SCP-6386-001] Hey… is that worth somethin’? Researcher Johnson: No no no. It's um… just a kid's toy. I used to have one like it when I was a kid. [Johnson reaches into their pocket] Here, I’ll give you 5 bucks for it. Mr.████████: [Eyeing them suspiciously] 15 dollars. Researcher Johnson: 10. Mr.████████: Well, you sure know how to bargain. Fine. [Johnson hands him a ten-dollar bill and exits the garage sale.] <End Log, [10:52]> Closing Statement: Researcher Johnson immediately contacted the Foundation and reported the object to security at Site-98. Head Security Officer Ryan Richardson engaged in cataloging all miniature SRAs at the site and found none missing. Agents were then sent to the garage sale and administered Class-A amnestics to the civilians and Mr.████████. Researcher Johnson was then administered the Foundation Pat on the Back Award for quick thinking and recovery of an SRA. Over the next 4 months, anomalous objects began appearing at garage sales across the United States, Canada, France, and [REDACTED], all with similar circumstances to their appearances. Johnson began to suspect a connection and filed for the application of it as an SCP object. It was not approved until over the next 6 months when 36 objects were recovered, with all of those objects having what is now known to be SCP-6386’s symbol. Addendum 6386: Object # Description Effect Location and Recovery SCP-6386-001 A miniature Scranton Reality Anchor, Standard Foundation Issue. Approx. 20 centimeters in length and 5 centimeters in circumference. Upon being turned on, it projects a beam of slightly green light that slightly increases the local Hume level. See Addendum 6386.1 For details SCP-6386-002 A white, standard-issue pill bottle with the seal broken. A label on the front reads "moar speed pils by dado" in a 12pnt black comic sans font, and SCP-6386's symbol right next to it. The bottle contains30 27 white unmarked pills. Their material composition appears to be roughly 4 parts glucose, 1 part methamphetamine, 1 part bone, and 2 parts one (1) unidentified substance. Upon consumption of one (1) pill with approximately four hundred (400) millliters of water, the subject will have their running speed increase by anywhere from 200% to over 1000% percent. In one test, D-38956 ran over 220 kmph Found at a yard sale in St. Louis, Missouri on 1/4/2013 costing Agent Jefferies $2.50. SCP-6386-014 A single standard short hook lockpick with a black handle and appears to be primarily composed of solidified mercury. How this is possible is currently poorly understood. SCP-6386 symbol is engraved on the handle. Upon being placed on a locking mechanism, SCP-6386-014, unlocks it via anomalous means. This includes mechanical locks, electronic locks, and locks of a thaumaturgic or anomalous nature. Retrieved by Field Agents Gertrude and Ulrich after the report of a set of break-ins to high-security vaults in Nantes, France on 5/8/2015. Upon apprehension, the subject claimed he purchased SCP-6386-014 at a garage sale and that the proprietor had no idea where it could be from. SCP-6386-038 A wooden arrow approximately 75 centimeters, with a stone arrowhead and standard Inuit fletching. Has SCP-6386-A’s symbol on the shaft. Whenever placed next to an object that can launch a similar projectile, the arrowhead glows. In this glowing state, will transport anything that it touches to an unknown location after reaching a speed of more than 30 km/h. Found on 8/27/2017 by Dr. Sacher at a garage sale in Edmonton, Canada. The proprietor of the sale was selling, along with other things, her collection of Inuit antiques, although she claimed to have no idea where SCP-6386-038 came from. SCP-6386-051 A large, red, encyclopedia, with a cover in Ortothan along with glyphs in Ancient Egyptian and Greek, along with two (2) previously undocumented languages of unknown origin. The title reads A Traveler's Guide to the Mystical. SCP-6386's symbol is branded on the back. The book contains numerous thaumaturgical rituals and kinetoglyphs, most of which were previously undocumented by the Foundation. It also contains pictures and descriptions of anomalous creatures, 4 of which have SCP classifications. Obtained by Kappa-12 on a “garage sale day” in Portland, Oregon on 2/19/2017. The proprietor of the sale claimed it was given to her by “a nice young man outside of the Walmart” when she was buying garage sale signs. She claimed he had dark hair and blue eyes. First known instance of SCP-6386-A. SCP-6386-126 An electrum amulet roughly 8 centimeters in diameter with a ruby in the center. Glyphs of an unknown language are etched on its surface. The cord is made from the sinew of a Sus scrofa davidi1. Upon being “fed” 10 grams of living or non-living animal flesh (preferably human or pig), it will summon a number of either Tartarean, Dux, or Marquis-class demonic entities. Recovered by MTFs Kappa-6 (“Bargain Hunters”) and Mu-0 (“Maxwell’s Demons”) on 3/30/2018. See Incident Report 6386-126 for more details. SCP-6386-370 A 1-meter tall marble bust of former US President George Washington. Matches no known depictions. The statue occasionally becomes animate and talks. In this state, it cannot be damaged and will repair all damage done to it. It will do so at random times or whenever a conversation about politics, government, patriotism, or US history arises. It has been described as “polite”, “open-minded”, and “nice, if a bit patriotic” by Foundation personnel. Found on 8/9/2021 by Agents Brown and Andromeda in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA after hearing reports of a talking statue. The owner claimed to get it from a garage sale and “didn’t know it did that when I got it”. All subjects administered Class-A amnestics. Addendum 6386.3: On 5/27/2020 Site Director ████████ Brown was visited by SCP-6386-A on his way to his car from buying a plastic foldable table for a yard sale scheduled to happen on 5/30/2018. The interaction is documented below. Video evidence was confiscated by the Foundation and all security personnel were amnesticized. Interviewed: SCP-6386-A Interviewer: Site Director Brown <Begin Log, 15:24 > [SCP-6386-A manifests 10 meters behind Director Brown] SCP 6386-A: Hey ████████, wait up! [Director Brown turns around and sees SCP-6386-A] Dir. Brown: Do I know you? SCP-6386-A: No. I have something for you though. Dir. Brown: Who are you? SCP-6386-A: Oh, just a messenger and a friendly protector. Dir. Brown: Bu— SCP-6386-A: If you keep asking questions like this, you're never going to get anywhere in life. Anyway, this is for you. [He puts his hand behind his back again and pulls out an item. Director Brown’s Hume Detector showed large fluctuations around this time.] You guys have been great at finding my objects so when I saw you were having a garage sale AND it was my thousandth item, I just had to give it to you. [SCP-6386-A hands Director Brown a blank DVD case.] SCP-6386-A: Welp, I got a game of Buul with Ixcacoa. Gotta run! [SCP-6386-A takes a step back and demanifests] Dir. Brown: What the hell? <End Log, 15:33> Closing Statement: Afterwards, SCP-6386-XXX instances expanded beyond garage sales to similar events such as: - Auctions - Thrift Stores - Antique Stores - Used Car Lots - Marshall, Carter, & Dark Events - Raffles Document 6386.1: Please enter Level 4/6386 security credentials Credentials accepted. Document 6386.1 was located inside SCP-6386-486. The contents are listed below. Congratulations! You've been selected as the 1,000th and Final precipitant of the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ Beta-Test. Your garage sale has been given a special object with mysterious powers! And thanks to the help of you and 999 other civilians, the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ is moving out of its beta test stage and on to the FULL RELEASE! It includes: * More Locations! * More Appearances from Hermes, God of Protectors, Merchants, and Thieves * New, more potent, mystical items! * And, of course, more sheep! Sincerely, Ἑρμῆς SCiPnet ID 53e0003c172aa988093770ab6bcab1df_1734915830 PASSWORD eb5e7cd406ac283202ee218a1939cac8_1734915830 Login Logout Date: 6-18-2018 To: 05-2 From: Senior Researcher Johnson Subject: SCP-6386 Look. We have a problem. Do you know how many SCP-6386-XXX objects we have in custody? Of course, you do. Just over 500. If document 6386.1 is to be believed, there are over 500 more out of Foundation custody. And more are appearing every day. More places, more countries, more civilians. Just this week, a dragon egg in Beijing, a flying sword in Reykjavik, and a 100,000 calorie energy bar from Boise. That last one's no joke. Let's face the facts. This needs to be stopped, sooner rather than later. Amping up Kappa-13 won't help either. I propose the creation of Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 ("Hera's Battalion") to locate, deter, and — if necessary — kill or otherwise incapacitate SCP-6386-A. I have attached the formation form beneath. Please consider carefully. Sincerely, Researcher Johnson Petition For Formation of New MTF Designation: Provisional Task Force Gamma 29 "Hera's Battalion" Classification: (check one) two [X] M (Combat) [ ] C (Containment) [ ] G (Engineering) [ ] E (Esoteric) [X] T (Tracking) [ ] U (Undercover) Mission Statement: Provisional Task Force Gamma-29: "Hera's Battalion" will attempt to locate SCP-6386-A and deter the creation of SCP-6386-XXX objects by any means necessary. Task Force Organization: The task force will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents that regularly monitor garage sales with the help of MTF Kappa-12 ("Bargain Hunters") and track any appearances of SCP-6386-A, hosting their own "sting" garage sales if necessary. It will be led by two (2) Senior field agents, each with their own unit of twelve (12) agents. PTF Gamma-28 will be under the command of Senior Researcher Johnson and will get their assignments directly from them. Personel: The main force of the PTF will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents recruited from MTFs with either tracking or combat experience, specifically against thaumaturgists or reality benders (for example, MTF Lambada-5 "White Rabbits", MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down", or MTF Beta-777 "Hectate's Spear"). Agents with Class 1 or 2 reality-bending abilities and/or thaumaturgic abilities will be greatly beneficial for the creation of this team, although not strictly necessary. Two (2) Senior Field Agents from similar backgrounds and experience with leading MTF or MTF squadrons will also be necessary. Each Senior Field Agent will control a squadron of twelve (12) Field Agents. Specialized Equipment: PTF Gamma-28 will require access to worldwide transport, including — but not limited to — helicopters, jets, humvees, Armored Attack Vehicles, and ATVs. Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 will also need access to Foundation satellites for the purpose of tracking SCP-6386-A and SCP-6386-XXX objects. Each individual member of Gamma-28 will also require a heavy-arms tactical kit, a GI survival pack (In case of emergencies), and one (1) WSRA (Weaponized Scranton Reality Anchor). Date: 6-21-2018 To: Senior Researcher Johnson From: 05-2 Subject: Re: SCP-6386 Mx. Johnson, I have taken your proposal into consideration. SCP-6386 is a growing concern. However, the budget remains an issue. I am instead granting you control of 1 squadron of 5 Agents and one Senior Field Agent. Transportation will also be limited as of further notice. If deemed necessary, PTF Gamma-28 will expand to the full parameters outlined in your petition. You may handpick the members of your squadron from any Task Force under Foundation control. I will expect you to take full responsibility for any failures this team may cause. Sincerely, 05-2 Footnotes 1. Central Asian Boar |
SCP-6386 | uncontained | Item#: 6386 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-6386 are to be located and surveyed by local personnel. Any anomalous objects found (designated SCP-6386-XXX) are to be bought and sent to Site-19 for studying before being stored in standard anomalous object storage. If possible, sale proprietors are to be interrogated on the nature of their SCP-6386-XXX instance, and SCP-6386-A, and subsequently amnesticized. City-wide “garage sale days” are to be created by Foundation agents in metropolitan centers to minimize the spread of SCP-6386 objects. On these “garage sale days”, MTF Kappa-18 (“Bargain Hunters”) is to search for SCP-6386 instances and extract any found 6386-XXX instances. Any instances of SCP-6386-A are to be reported and investigated from a distance. SCP-6386's symbol Description: SCP-6386 is a phenomenon originally affecting a small percentage of garage sales (but now also affecting similar events; see Recovered Document 6386.1 for more details) that have had some form of advertisement at least 3 days beforehand. This includes yard sale signs, social media posts, and word-of-mouth communication. Upon activation of SCP-6386, an anomalous object will come into the seller's possession. Occasionally, these objects will be given to the subject by SCP-6386-A. However, in the majority of cases, they manifest in the subject's possession by unknown means. For a partial list of these objects see Addendum 6386.2. All objects affected by SCP-6386 have a symbol located somewhere on them, appearing to be a winged caduceus. SCP-6386-A is the designation for a caucasian male, roughly 2 meters in height with dark hair, olive skin, and green eyes. X-ray analysis has revealed that SCP-6386-A's skeletal system is within parameters for baseline humanity. SCP-6386-A is believed to be a powerful reality bender and/or thaumaturgist. Some data suggests that SCP-6386-A may be a non-physical and/or unreal entity. SCP-6386-A may occasionally leave a symbol on deposited objects. SCP-6386-A has also, on at least one occasion, left behind a legible document, labeled Document 6386.1. Addendum 6386.1: On 12/8/2012 Researcher Johnson went to a garage sale in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (the city they were living in at the time) in their free time, which was unknowingly affected by SCP-6386. While browsing they noticed a standard Foundation-Issued miniature SRA (hereafter designated SCP-6386-001) along with a small group of assorted objects. Researcher Johnson recognized the object, having experience with reality-bending anomalies, and feared a possible information breach. Johnson then turned on a recorder and attempted to talk to the proprietor of the sale (hereafter referred to as Mr.████████). The following interview is listed below. Interviewed: [Mr. ████████] Interviewer: [Researcher Johnson] <Begin Log, [10:45]> Mr.████████: Hello Ma'am, how can I help you? Researcher Johnson: Actually it's Mx— you know what, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to know where you got this from. [Gestures with SCP-6386-001] Mr.████████: I don’t really know. I found it when I was going through my attic and decided to sell it. I think it’s some sort of flashlight or something. I pressed the little button on the side and a funky lookin' green light came out of one end. Researcher Johnson: Where exactl— [ A civilian accidentally makes contact with Johnson] Unnamed Civilian: Oops! Sorry about that. [The civilian walks away] Researcher Johnson: Anyway, where exactly in the attic was it? In a steel box with a … weird-looking triangle on it? Maybe in a house safe or something? Mr.████████: Um…no? Those are pretty odd questions. [He looks at the SCP-6386-001] Hey… is that worth somethin’? Researcher Johnson: No no no. It's um… just a kid's toy. I used to have one like it when I was a kid. [Johnson reaches into their pocket] Here, I’ll give you 5 bucks for it. Mr.████████: [Eyeing them suspiciously] 15 dollars. Researcher Johnson: 10. Mr.████████: Well, you sure know how to bargain. Fine. [Johnson hands him a ten-dollar bill and exits the garage sale.] <End Log, [10:52]> Closing Statement: Researcher Johnson immediately contacted the Foundation and reported the object to security at Site-98. Head Security Officer Ryan Richardson engaged in cataloging all miniature SRAs at the site and found none missing. Agents were then sent to the garage sale and administered Class-A amnestics to the civilians and Mr.████████. Researcher Johnson was then administered the Foundation Pat on the Back Award for quick thinking and recovery of an SRA. Over the next 4 months, anomalous objects began appearing at garage sales across the United States, Canada, France, and [REDACTED], all with similar circumstances to their appearances. Johnson began to suspect a connection and filed for the application of it as an SCP object. It was not approved until over the next 6 months when 36 objects were recovered, with all of those objects having what is now known to be SCP-6386’s symbol. Addendum 6386: Object # Description Effect Location and Recovery SCP-6386-001 A miniature Scranton Reality Anchor, Standard Foundation Issue. Approx. 20 centimeters in length and 5 centimeters in circumference. Upon being turned on, it projects a beam of slightly green light that slightly increases the local Hume level. See Addendum 6386.1 For details SCP-6386-002 A white, standard-issue pill bottle with the seal broken. A label on the front reads "moar speed pils by dado" in a 12pnt black comic sans font, and SCP-6386's symbol right next to it. The bottle contains30 27 white unmarked pills. Their material composition appears to be roughly 4 parts glucose, 1 part methamphetamine, 1 part bone, and 2 parts one (1) unidentified substance. Upon consumption of one (1) pill with approximately four hundred (400) millliters of water, the subject will have their running speed increase by anywhere from 200% to over 1000% percent. In one test, D-38956 ran over 220 kmph Found at a yard sale in St. Louis, Missouri on 1/4/2013 costing Agent Jefferies $2.50. SCP-6386-014 A single standard short hook lockpick with a black handle and appears to be primarily composed of solidified mercury. How this is possible is currently poorly understood. SCP-6386 symbol is engraved on the handle. Upon being placed on a locking mechanism, SCP-6386-014, unlocks it via anomalous means. This includes mechanical locks, electronic locks, and locks of a thaumaturgic or anomalous nature. Retrieved by Field Agents Gertrude and Ulrich after the report of a set of break-ins to high-security vaults in Nantes, France on 5/8/2015. Upon apprehension, the subject claimed he purchased SCP-6386-014 at a garage sale and that the proprietor had no idea where it could be from. SCP-6386-038 A wooden arrow approximately 75 centimeters, with a stone arrowhead and standard Inuit fletching. Has SCP-6386-A’s symbol on the shaft. Whenever placed next to an object that can launch a similar projectile, the arrowhead glows. In this glowing state, will transport anything that it touches to an unknown location after reaching a speed of more than 30 km/h. Found on 8/27/2017 by Dr. Sacher at a garage sale in Edmonton, Canada. The proprietor of the sale was selling, along with other things, her collection of Inuit antiques, although she claimed to have no idea where SCP-6386-038 came from. SCP-6386-051 A large, red, encyclopedia, with a cover in Ortothan along with glyphs in Ancient Egyptian and Greek, along with two (2) previously undocumented languages of unknown origin. The title reads A Traveler's Guide to the Mystical. SCP-6386's symbol is branded on the back. The book contains numerous thaumaturgical rituals and kinetoglyphs, most of which were previously undocumented by the Foundation. It also contains pictures and descriptions of anomalous creatures, 4 of which have SCP classifications. Obtained by Kappa-12 on a “garage sale day” in Portland, Oregon on 2/19/2017. The proprietor of the sale claimed it was given to her by “a nice young man outside of the Walmart” when she was buying garage sale signs. She claimed he had dark hair and blue eyes. First known instance of SCP-6386-A. SCP-6386-126 An electrum amulet roughly 8 centimeters in diameter with a ruby in the center. Glyphs of an unknown language are etched on its surface. The cord is made from the sinew of a Sus scrofa davidi1. Upon being “fed” 10 grams of living or non-living animal flesh (preferably human or pig), it will summon a number of either Tartarean, Dux, or Marquis-class demonic entities. Recovered by MTFs Kappa-6 (“Bargain Hunters”) and Mu-0 (“Maxwell’s Demons”) on 3/30/2018. See Incident Report 6386-126 for more details. SCP-6386-370 A 1-meter tall marble bust of former US President George Washington. Matches no known depictions. The statue occasionally becomes animate and talks. In this state, it cannot be damaged and will repair all damage done to it. It will do so at random times or whenever a conversation about politics, government, patriotism, or US history arises. It has been described as “polite”, “open-minded”, and “nice, if a bit patriotic” by Foundation personnel. Found on 8/9/2021 by Agents Brown and Andromeda in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA after hearing reports of a talking statue. The owner claimed to get it from a garage sale and “didn’t know it did that when I got it”. All subjects administered Class-A amnestics. Addendum 6386.3: On 5/27/2020 Site Director ████████ Brown was visited by SCP-6386-A on his way to his car from buying a plastic foldable table for a yard sale scheduled to happen on 5/30/2018. The interaction is documented below. Video evidence was confiscated by the Foundation and all security personnel were amnesticized. Interviewed: SCP-6386-A Interviewer: Site Director Brown <Begin Log, 15:24 > [SCP-6386-A manifests 10 meters behind Director Brown] SCP 6386-A: Hey ████████, wait up! [Director Brown turns around and sees SCP-6386-A] Dir. Brown: Do I know you? SCP-6386-A: No. I have something for you though. Dir. Brown: Who are you? SCP-6386-A: Oh, just a messenger and a friendly protector. Dir. Brown: Bu— SCP-6386-A: If you keep asking questions like this, you're never going to get anywhere in life. Anyway, this is for you. [He puts his hand behind his back again and pulls out an item. Director Brown’s Hume Detector showed large fluctuations around this time.] You guys have been great at finding my objects so when I saw you were having a garage sale AND it was my thousandth item, I just had to give it to you. [SCP-6386-A hands Director Brown a blank DVD case.] SCP-6386-A: Welp, I got a game of Buul with Ixcacoa. Gotta run! [SCP-6386-A takes a step back and demanifests] Dir. Brown: What the hell? <End Log, 15:33> Closing Statement: Afterwards, SCP-6386-XXX instances expanded beyond garage sales to similar events such as: - Auctions - Thrift Stores - Antique Stores - Used Car Lots - Marshall, Carter, & Dark Events - Raffles Document 6386.1: Please enter Level 4/6386 security credentials Credentials accepted. Document 6386.1 was located inside SCP-6386-486. The contents are listed below. Congratulations! You've been selected as the 1,000th and Final precipitant of the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ Beta-Test. Your garage sale has been given a special object with mysterious powers! And thanks to the help of you and 999 other civilians, the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ is moving out of its beta test stage and on to the FULL RELEASE! It includes: * More Locations! * More Appearances from Hermes, God of Protectors, Merchants, and Thieves * New, more potent, mystical items! * And, of course, more sheep! Sincerely, Ἑρμῆς SCiPnet ID 53e0003c172aa988093770ab6bcab1df_1734915830 PASSWORD eb5e7cd406ac283202ee218a1939cac8_1734915830 Login Logout Date: 6-18-2018 To: 05-2 From: Senior Researcher Johnson Subject: SCP-6386 Look. We have a problem. Do you know how many SCP-6386-XXX objects we have in custody? Of course, you do. Just over 500. If document 6386.1 is to be believed, there are over 500 more out of Foundation custody. And more are appearing every day. More places, more countries, more civilians. Just this week, a dragon egg in Beijing, a flying sword in Reykjavik, and a 100,000 calorie energy bar from Boise. That last one's no joke. Let's face the facts. This needs to be stopped, sooner rather than later. Amping up Kappa-13 won't help either. I propose the creation of Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 ("Hera's Battalion") to locate, deter, and — if necessary — kill or otherwise incapacitate SCP-6386-A. I have attached the formation form beneath. Please consider carefully. Sincerely, Researcher Johnson Petition For Formation of New MTF Designation: Provisional Task Force Gamma 29 "Hera's Battalion" Classification: (check one) two [X] M (Combat) [ ] C (Containment) [ ] G (Engineering) [ ] E (Esoteric) [X] T (Tracking) [ ] U (Undercover) Mission Statement: Provisional Task Force Gamma-29: "Hera's Battalion" will attempt to locate SCP-6386-A and deter the creation of SCP-6386-XXX objects by any means necessary. Task Force Organization: The task force will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents that regularly monitor garage sales with the help of MTF Kappa-12 ("Bargain Hunters") and track any appearances of SCP-6386-A, hosting their own "sting" garage sales if necessary. It will be led by two (2) Senior field agents, each with their own unit of twelve (12) agents. PTF Gamma-28 will be under the command of Senior Researcher Johnson and will get their assignments directly from them. Personel: The main force of the PTF will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents recruited from MTFs with either tracking or combat experience, specifically against thaumaturgists or reality benders (for example, MTF Lambada-5 "White Rabbits", MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down", or MTF Beta-777 "Hectate's Spear"). Agents with Class 1 or 2 reality-bending abilities and/or thaumaturgic abilities will be greatly beneficial for the creation of this team, although not strictly necessary. Two (2) Senior Field Agents from similar backgrounds and experience with leading MTF or MTF squadrons will also be necessary. Each Senior Field Agent will control a squadron of twelve (12) Field Agents. Specialized Equipment: PTF Gamma-28 will require access to worldwide transport, including — but not limited to — helicopters, jets, humvees, Armored Attack Vehicles, and ATVs. Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 will also need access to Foundation satellites for the purpose of tracking SCP-6386-A and SCP-6386-XXX objects. Each individual member of Gamma-28 will also require a heavy-arms tactical kit, a GI survival pack (In case of emergencies), and one (1) WSRA (Weaponized Scranton Reality Anchor). Date: 6-21-2018 To: Senior Researcher Johnson From: 05-2 Subject: Re: SCP-6386 Mx. Johnson, I have taken your proposal into consideration. SCP-6386 is a growing concern. However, the budget remains an issue. I am instead granting you control of 1 squadron of 5 Agents and one Senior Field Agent. Transportation will also be limited as of further notice. If deemed necessary, PTF Gamma-28 will expand to the full parameters outlined in your petition. You may handpick the members of your squadron from any Task Force under Foundation control. I will expect you to take full responsibility for any failures this team may cause. Sincerely, 05-2 Footnotes 1. Central Asian Boar |
SCP-6387 | neutralized | Site of SCP-6387's discovery. Item #: SCP-6387 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6387's remains are currently preserved in Site-44's Biological Abnormalities Containment Wing pending further study. Description: SCP-6387 was an anomalous humanoid neutralized in Virginia in 1923. Physically, SCP-6387 stood at two meters tall, with luminous eyes and thin, translucent skin. Subject was hairless, with tapered ears and cloven, hoof-like feet; no reproductive organs were present. SCP-6387's hands, disproportionately large, each possessed four digits with protruding claws measuring 6 cm in length. Whether or not SCP-6387 was sapient remains unknown. SCP-6387 was first sighted in Oakland Cemetery on October 15, 1923. Shortly after midnight, 50-year-old groundskeeper Joseph Rutledge awoke to the sound of an intruder. Initially suspecting grave robbers, Rutledge set out to investigate, whereupon he discovered SCP-6387 digging furiously at the site of a fresh burial plot. Startled, Rutledge shot SCP-6387 twice in the chest with a .38 Smith & Wesson revolver. Subject expired instantly, with Rutledge later informing the civilian authorities. Agents embedded in the local police force subsequently alerted the Foundation to suspected extranormal activity. SCP-6387's remains were transported to Site-44 for research, with amnestics administered to all witnesses. The grave targeted by SCP-6387 was exhumed, and found to contain the remains of 24-year-old milkmaid Charlotte Abernathy, who was reported to have died following an epileptic seizure the previous morning. The casket's interior exhibited numerous prominent scratch marks; cause of death was deemed suffocation. Ms. Abernathy was reburied without further incident. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6387" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6387. Licensed under CC-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-6387.jpeg Name: St Peter's Catholic cemetery, Suquamish (CURTIS 974).jpeg Author: Asahel Curtis License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6388 | neutralized | It Comes From Outer Space! 2/6388 LEVEL 2/6388 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6388 Neutralized SCP-6388 Special Containment Procedure: Multiple tents have been placed around SCP-6388-A for studying it without the use of moving it. The area surrounding SCP-6388-A is now classified as Temporary Site-529. SCP-6388 has been moved to Site-441 for dissection and study. Description: SCP-6388 refers to a sapient humanoid entity with bright green coloration skin, long and thin limbs, a spherical head, and two large black eyes without any pupils. SCP-6388 was found deceased near SCP-6388-A, which is believed to be its vehicle. SCP-6388-A is the wreckage of an extra-universal spaceship. SCP-6388-A resembles an oval and flat space shuttle and includes two headlights, a round dome made out of an unknown material resembling green glass, and four long-hinged iron rods to hold the ship to the ground. Every attempt to forcefully open SCP-6388-A to access the inside has been inconclusive. Addendum-6388.1: SCP-6388-A is believed to have crashed on 1979/10/08 at night, near a farm in Caddo Mills, Texas. William Miller is believed to be the first to find both anomalies. He was later found by his brother John Miller, the farm owner, with both of his arms dislocated by unknown means. A Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence member interviewed John Miller at Temporary Site-529, as William Miller suffered an emotional shock too deep to communicate with him. Interviewed: John Miller Interviewer: Dr. Aurore Kalister <Begin Log> Dr. Kalister: Hello, Mr. Miller. Miller: (points at the recording device) This recording? Are you guys going to ask me questions again? Dr. Kalister: Yes and yes. I'm asking you about what happened that night. Miller: …What d'you want to know? Dr. Kalister: When you first heard the crash, where were you? Miller: I was jus' sleepin' in my lounge room when I heard something passing above our heads and hitting the ground hard close. With a loud "boom" and everything. It even wakes up my brother. I can see something smoking in the middle of our field from the window. William is curious, so he goes out. After about 30 minutes, I'm beginning to wonder what was he doing. I want to go check out for that thing, so I grab my shotgun and jacket, but my wife stops me and tells me that it's too darn dangerous. But my brother is everything, and I want to make sure he is okay. I go check out for that thing. Dr. Kalister: And after that? Miller: After I go out, gun in hand ready to fire, I approach the smoking thing. I approach it, slowly revealing itself to be an alien ship! Round and scary like everything in the comics and movies! But I'm not scared. I just grip my shotgun even harder. I approach the engine, and I found my brother. He is still alive, but both of his arms are atrocious. They were placed mid-air and weirdly twisted, looking like a bike handle. He didn't wanna talk. By any chance, is he okay now? Dr. Kalister: He is treated and is good. Do not worry. Miller: Good, so, while I try to comfort my poor brother, I search for the thing that could have made this. It's only when I look around that I finally see that little green bitch! So I quickly aim at it and shoot it. That bastard didn't have time to react. It was on the ground, sleeping or somethin'. After that, my wife called the police, and now you folks are here. Dr. Kalister: So you killed it? Miller: 'Course I did. It surely didn't move after that. Dr. Kalister: Well, you've said it was already on the ground when you found it, probably sleeping, right? Miller: That's right. Dr. Kalister: Have you, John, considered that the alien was already deceased when you first found it? Miller: I… I huh. Dr. Kalister: Dead, even before you shot it? Miller: …No that— That can't be. Then who did— (A large sound of a huge mass moving quickly and pushing off trees is heard passing close to the tent.) Miller: What in tarnation was that?! (The emergency alarm of the Site rings) Dr. Kalister: I… I have no idea. Follow me; we'll keep you in a safe place at the moment. This interview is terminated. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the rest of the day, John McMiller was interviewed by Foundation agents and tested to make sure no abnormality affected McMiller. At the same time, SCP-6388 was being dissected by the Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence specialists at Site-44. Addendum-6388.2: Dissection of SCP-6388 result. AUTOPSY #41192 1979/10/09 Subject: SCP-6388 Medical Specialist: Dr. Jonathan Ferb Autopsy Notes: The skin is cold and smooth to the touch. The neck and torso show no signs of injury or trauma, but small bumps are noticed without visible blood on the head and extremities. The eyes seem to be made of a material resembling black glass, and a crack is visible on one of them. John McMiller's bullet did not pierce the torso cage. Instead, the bullet rebounded onto SCP-6388's body, leaving only a faint impact trace. Now on to the internal examination. The subject's previous X-rays show several enormous vessels resembling wires possibly transporting blood. No brain or digestive system is present throughout the body; instead, a big mass is seen in the middle of the torso, connecting to all the veins. A Y incision was first performed on the torso, which was deemed unsuccessful as the scalpel couldn't penetrate the skin. Multiple instruments were used to try and pierce through the skin, but it wasn't until a chainsaw was used that a rough Y incision could be made. No blood or liquid was noticed coming out during the entire dissection. During the brief internal examination, it was observed that the mass on the X-ray appeared to be a huge metallic organ acting similarly to a heart. All veins are connected to the organ by what seems to be wires and hoses. Said organ couldn't be opened and analyzed at the time due to Incident-6388.1. Incident-6388.1: The following transcription of events below occurred on 1979/10/08, later at night. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] The sound of something charging up is reported at Temporary Site-529. No researcher heard the sound; it was later discovered via surveillance camera, but it did not film where the sound came from. [00:06] The voice of an unknown entity is heard from the camera. The voice is indistinct since it is far away, but it seems to be angry. [00:18] The sound of a large object moving quickly is heard by a Temporary Site-529 researcher. Agents are sent out. [00:35] Agents are searching for the sound's source. They find that SCP-6388 has disappeared, leaving behind a hole that the craft dug previously during its impact. [00:39] Other agents searching around the area discover that a bunch of trees have been destroyed or pushed away by a big moving mass. The ruined trees form a pathway heading towards where Site-44 is located, about 1400 meters away. [01:00] A level 3 breach is announced, and Site-44 is alerted. [01:29] The huge moving mass is reported having rushed into the house of John Miller, along with the same for other houses close to this location. Luckily, no one was injured, as most habitants of these houses were moved into Temporary Site-529 for more info about SCP-6388. The unknown entity is believed to be 1000 meters away from Site-44. [01:38] An anomalous remotely controllable tank utilised by the Foundation for Containment Breach for attacks has been deployed along the pathway to try to stop the moving entity in case it attacks Site-44. [02:02] A civilian driving on P. Jefferson Road, 700 meters from Site-44, reports having seen a huge moving metallic creature without any recognizable body or head but moving with spider-like legs. The creature emitted light and seemed to be grumbling something. [02:45] The camera placed on the anomalous tank sent out by Site-41 shows the tank being attacked by the entity, terminating all communication with the vehicle. The entity is only seen in one recording frame but is too blurry to discern it. The tank was 250 meters in front of Site-44 by this time. [02:54] All agents scattered around Site-44 are attacking the entity. Firearms did not seem to damage the entity, and it passed through the mob. [02:59] The entity enters Wing C of Site-44. It reveals itself to be SCP-6388-A, walking with the multiple hinged iron rods and using both headlights to look around the panicked researchers, apparently searching for something. It vocalizes sounds in an indiscernible voice in the [REDACTED] alien language from a panel under the headlights, which was later translated into English by specialists: "WHERE IS MY CAR?!" [03:04] SCP-6388-A still looks around in Site 44 and moves to Wing B of Site-44. It yells: "I DO ONE CRASH ON A STUPID PLANET AND IT'S POPULATED BY 'INTELLIGENT' SPECIES LOOKING LIKE DECOLORED CARS, WHAT A LUCK!!". [03:43] It then moves to Wing A, where SCP-6388 is located. It continues to yell: "I HOPE YOU FUCKERS DIDN'T TOUCH MY BABY!" [04:04] It enters the medical section of Wing A. Finding SCP-6388 with the chest opened, it screams, "NO! NO, YOU DID NOT! WHO?! WHO DID THIS?!" The two headlights then turn in the direction of Dr. Ferb, which did the dissection previously. "YOU!" [04:10] Two long metal arms with pliers at the tip protrude from holes that have just opened in the side of SCP-6388-A; both pliers grab the researcher from the shoulders and lift him. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THESE THINGS COST!? YOU— FUCK IT. YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!" It then throws Dr. Ferb to the other side of the room, knocking him unconscious. [04:30] SCP-6388-A approaches SCP-6388. More arms with pliers are coming out of holes; some of these arms appear to be holding unknown tools at their tips. They all seem to be healing SCP-6388 by closing the chest wound. [04:42] Other agents enter the medical room and fire at SCP-6388-A, which still seems to be unaffected. After a moment, it successfully closes the wound of SCP-6388. "GO FUCK ALL OF YOU [insult]2" [04:53] The pliers rotate SCP-6388 facedown, then both arms of SCP-6388 are rotated 270 degrees upwards, and the lower part of the arm rotates 220 degrees. Two pliers then hold the arms like a steering wheel while the rest retract back into the body's entity. SCP-6388-A jumps on the back of SCP-6388. [05:08] SCP-6388-A presses the back of the head of SCP-6388, which then makes a roaring sound and is lifted off the operation table by unknown means. The eyes of SCP-6388 are seen emitting light. It rushes into the nearby wall, going through it and outside. "GOODBYE TO ALL OF YOU FUCKERS! I HOPE I'LL NEVER SEE YOUR STUPID PLANET AGAIN!" SCP-6388-A and SCP-6388 drive up in the sky and then out of Earth. Since this event, they were never seen again. [END LOG] A reclassification of SCP-6388 to Keter and an update to the description of the file is pending. Footnotes 1. Main Site for the Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence 2. Untranslatable, believed to be an insult describing the human race as a whole. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6388" by Felixou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6388. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6389 | thaumiel | Agisuru and Tstaffor You can check out more of our works here: Agisuru's Very Cool Author Page Tstaffor's Isolated Containment Terminal NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following anomaly is contained within SCP-5389-B. Due to both this and the anomaly's apparent obsession with SCP-5389, it is strongly advised that personnel familiarize themselves with SCP-5389 prior to working with SCP-6389 — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6389 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-6389's access to the Foundation database is to be revoked as soon as possible. Until this measure has been enacted, containment efforts are to focus on cataloguing and undoing changes made by SCP-6389. As the anomalous properties of SCP-6389 only seem to pertain to official Foundation documentation, SCP-6389 is at this time still authorized for use with unrelated texts. Description SCP-6389 is a Foundation AI operating under the codename "Sculptor-Hypnos". Its primary function prior to emergence of anomalous properties was to correct vandalized or otherwise damaged texts. While it was mainly employed to correct Foundation documents that were altered by anomalous means, it was also capable of recreating damaged or partially deleted texts. For example, SCP-6389 was instrumental in recovering journal entries pertaining to SCP-6918. SCP-6389 is hosted on a server in former Secure Foundation Facility Site-109, now designated SCP-5389-B. SCP-6389 remains accessible through Foundation intranet services, but attempts to assess the status of the server on which SCP-6389 is hosted have been unsuccessful. Following the events of April 13th, 2018, network access to computers within SCP-5389-B, including the terminal hosting SCP-6389, was lost. Network activity from SCP-5389-B resumed the following week on April 21st. At this time, SCP-6389 resumed normal operation, repairing Foundation documents that had been vandalized during its absence. SCP-6389 drew further Foundation attention with a string of bizarre, out-of-place footnotes left on affected documents. Due to the unknown method by which SCP-5389-B regained access to Foundation intranet and the rogue status of the Sculptor-Hypnos AI, it was designated SCP-6389 in the following days. Addendum: Selection of Edits Made by SCP-6389 Note: edits made by SCP-6389 have been reverted unless otherwise noted. Affected Document Summary of Document Edit(s) Made by SCP-6389 SCP-████ A set of scuba-diving gear including wetsuit, fins, and a mask, albeit lacking a rebreather. When worn, individuals become capable of breathing underwater at the cost of being unable to breathe air. Effects typically lasted 4 days for every hour SCP-████ was worn. Believed to have been destroyed in the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Added "ability to understand SCP-5389-A communication" to the effects granted to wearers of SCP-████. Stated the anomaly to be "a tool with which people can be brought into His domain". Edits mostly reverted, but SCP-6389 refuses to allow anomaly to be reclassified as "Neutralized". SCP-3700 An area of ocean surrounding the archipelagos of Faroe, Orkney, and Shetland. Meteorological and biological activity in this region is strongly influenced by the outcome of a recurring battle between two giant anomalous creatures, designated SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2. Repeatedly inserted references to a third entity stated to be "observing the conflict of its peers". Entity is described as being in its infancy and feeding upon the energy created by clashing of SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2. The final edit made by SCP-6389 to SCP-3700 documentation stated this entity to be "scavenging the corpse of SCP-3700-1" despite the fact that neither combatant left behind any remains. SCP-4700 A designation for a number of submersible vehicles serving as the home of Homo aqueous, also known as the Finnfolk. Notably, SCP-4700-1 is the only vehicle currently in a completed state, and resembles a colossal Coenobita brevimanus crab. Made reference to a "parasite" aboard SCP-4700-1 during initial exploration log, describing it as feeding upon the vehicle itself. Mentions of the "parasite" usually followed appearances of SCP-3456 instances, though the two were never described to interact. Furthermore, the "parasite" was stated to have a hatred of the Finnfolk. It is implied that the Finnfolk were not only aware of this "parasite", but had been actively working to eliminate it. SCP-████ An anomalous armament recovered from SCP-4700-1 resembling a lance. Capable of producing blasts of energy of immense power. Believed to have been destroyed in the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Replaced all instances of "SCP-████" with the phrase "tool of vain defiance". Added detailed descriptions of the damage the anomaly could inflict on various parts of SCP-4700-1, ending with the assertion that "turning their tools against them will instill rightful fear of He Who Howls Beneath the Waves". No evidence exists that SCP-4700-1 has ever suffered such damage. Edits mostly reverted, but SCP-6389 refuses to allow anomaly to be reclassified as "Neutralized". SCP-████ A species of sea cucumber ten times larger than the average non-anomalous sea cucumber. Able to catch and devour prey through a large mouth that opens along their backs. Currently uncontained by the Foundation due to their integration into the food chain and low risk to the breaking of the veil. Changed all instances of "SCP-████" to instead read "His portent, His harbingers". SCP-6389 then edited the document a second time, adding "Speaking His name" as an alternative method by which SCP-████ reproduce. A final addendum was added that stated "knowledge condemns you; let it be His burden to bear instead. Live in blissful ignorance beneath the waves." YOU ARE VIEWING THE MOST RECENT VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT. CLICK HERE TO VIEW PREVIOUS DOCUMENTATION. |
SCP-6390 | keter | Item#: 6390 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Reports of autophagy and violent crimes with cannibalistic elements are to be investigated as potential occurrences of SCP-6390. Persons affected by SCP-6390 outside of controlled environments are to be detained indefinitely. Description: SCP-6390 is a novel neurological condition which causes affected organisms to conflate feelings of affection1 with hunger and appetite. The consumption of living tissue temporarily suppresses the edacity caused by SCP-6390. SCP-6390 is equally likely to affect all sexualities and demographics. SCP-6390 exclusively affects members of the taxonomic class mammalia. SCP-6390 appears spontaneously in eligible populations; having one or more intimate relationships, whether platonic or romantic, is a prerequisite for the development of the disease. Prolonged socialisation with carriers of SCP-6390 weakly correlates with its appearance in affected individuals, indicating that there is some memetic component in its etiology. Addendum 6390.1: Discovery SCP-6390's first recorded appearance occurred on the 25th of June, 1990, in the Royal Melbourne Hospital's maternity ward. There were four casualties, two adult. A post-hoc analysis of similar incidents led to the eventual classification of the anomaly. Addendum 6390.2: Case Study + Access fileserv:/S:/6390/fileserv/casestudy - ACCESS GRANTED The following documents are believed to contain information about progression of the SCP-6390 condition as well as details about the actions taken by one or more of its infectees. Confirming its presence has proven to be impossible due to all parties being unavailable for study. Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 1:34am Recipient: BSc Evelyn Sophia Retherford, Department of Epidemiology, Site-127 Caller: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth, Director of Medicine and Biological Research, Site-127 Caller: You’re not returning my calls. Did something happen to you? Caller: You should come home. Are you back at your mother’s again? It isn’t fair to her for you to keep crashing at her place. Caller: You’re making me worry, honey. Please don’t do anything rash. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 11:56am Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I saw that you tried to contact site dispatch last night. Were you trying to report me? You know there are people in our department who’d use that as an excuse to hurt us. Out of jealousy, no less. Caller: I know that you haven’t checked into a hospital yet. Don’t let that cut get gangrenous. I know it seems like I was trying to hurt you but the truth is that you just got in the way. I didn’t mean it. You know I’d never lie to you. [Silence] Caller: This is a relationship. When things go sour, the first people that we should trust to help us are each other. Don’t be a bad friend to me. Please. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.121121.07A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 12th of November, 2021 Synopsis: Ana Asakku (F, 25) was approached by an unidentified adult female while at the Kilkenny Pub (82 Main St) at around 4:15pm. The suspect did not identify herself and made polite but flirtatious conversation, according to Ms. Asakku. After being propositioned, Asakku allowed the unknown individual to follow her home. The suspect was described as being excessively intimate, which Asakku attributed to a state of intoxication. During a moment of close physical contact, the suspect unexpectedly assaulted Asakku by tearing at her shoulder and cheeks her teeth, after which she ‘suckled’ upon the victim’s open wounds, drawing out an amount of blood. Asakku lapsed into unconsciousness at this point and was discovered at 6:03pm by her roommate. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 8:33pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I haven’t slept since yesterday morning, I can’t stop worrying about you. It's not healthy but I just can't help it. Caller: I’ve told everyone in the department what’s going on and they’re pretty much in agreement that you’re overreacting. I understand, though. Your emotions can get the better of you, and I'm okay with that. That's why you love me, right? Caller: You don’t have many acquaintances outside of work. If you’re not talking to your coworkers or to me, you must be venting to your exes and school-friends. Those relationships were toxic. You shouldn’t burden them with your personal drama. Caller: You can’t survive on your own. When I first met you, you were reclusive, depressing, antisocial. The rest of the lab wrote you off as a wastrel. It took so much effort on my part to get them to respect you. Caller: Some of them call themselves your friends now; they’re all so self-righteous. They only care about you because they think it’ll earn them favour with me. I’m the only person in the world that you have and all I want to do is make amends. Caller: I’m trying to help you, Evelyn. Come home. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 13/11/21, 4:46am Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Caller: Nobody else sees it. Nobody else cares about you like I do. Caller: I can’t get you out of my head. I want to see you again, to hear your voice. Evelyn, I miss you so bad. Caller: It’s not over, is it? It can’t be. I’ve done so much for you. [Pause] Caller: Your blood is still on the carpet. Caller: It tastes like you. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.131121.26A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 13th of November, 2021 Synopsis: The body of Diana Gold (F, 27) was discovered in her vehicle at 6:23am by John Locksley (M, 56) as he was passing through Jamaica Cres, Jamaica Park. According to testimony by one of Gold’s acquaintances, Fiona Proasheck (F, 27), the two women had spent the night frequenting bars and leisure establishments. While drinking at the Raven & Sitch nightclub, Gold encountered a woman whom Proasheck described as being ‘roughly [her] age, tall and dressed like she was going to work’. This woman, the suspect, stayed with Gold for the rest of the night and made repeated advances on both Gold and Proasheck, the former of whom responded with enthusiasm. Proasheck noticed faint red stains on the suspect’s collar and the periphery of her sleeves but declined to comment. At 1:36am, Proasheck decided to return to her place of residence, leaving Gold with the suspect. The victim’s tongue was traumatically severed at its root and a large amount of flesh was avulsed from her lips and gums. Traces of facial cosmetics foreign to the victim were found on the intact surfaces around her mouth. Death occurred by exsanguination at approximately 2:05am. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 13/11/21, 6:08pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I love you, Evelyn. I love you so much. Talk to me. Send me a photo, let me know you’re okay, anything at all. Caller: I’m watching old videos of us. I’m sleeping with one of your shirts tucked under my pillow. I want you so bad. I can’t stand the craving. Caller: You have no idea how it feels to be deprived like this. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 14/11/21, 8:44pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: You weren’t at your mother’s place. But… I saw your bed. It has your aroma. Fresh. [Long pause. Moist popping.] Caller: She isn’t like you at all. Caller: [Brief, sharp inhalation.] I need you so badly. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.141121.13A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 14th of November, 2021 Synopsis: The body of Avery Retherford (F, 49) was discovered by Officer Mills in her residence after her neighbour, Edgar Wheyton (M, 30), called the station in order to report what he believed to be the silhouette of a body visible through the house’s kitchen window. Sections of the victim’s body had been precisely removed using a sharp implement. Notably, tissue of the hands and adipose of the calves. Though some of the removed material could not be accounted for, several large chunks of macerated flesh belonging to the victim were found inside a wastebasket in the bathroom, coated in human saliva. An incision was made along the victim’s wrist. Shallow tooth marks were found around the wound, alongside an unusual blood smearing pattern. Generally, the wounds on the victim’s body are consistent with those generated by an individual with a moderate degree of surgical skill and anatomical finesse, with few to no instances of purposeless or otherwise disorganised trauma. The victim was killed by a deep stab wound to the throat, made while sitting down and presumably facing her attacker. The front door was also unlocked, with no indication of a break-in. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of “ereth730306.mp4” Date and Time: 14/11/21, 11:36pm Duration: 1:13:03 Interlocutors: BSc E.S. Retherford, Dr J. Vanth [The film occurs from the perspective of Retherford's cell phone, tucked into her breast pocket. It depicts a river and the railing of a small stone bridge. It is night time, and raining. The area is heavily forested and no buildings are visible. Retherford is standing outside of a car. For upwards of an hour, the perspective does not shift.] Vanth: There you are. [The camera pivots toward the figure of Dr Vanth, who is standing at one end of the bridge. She is holding an umbrella and wearing opaque gloves. Retherford inhales deeply.] Vanth: It was easy enough to find you, after you stole my car. The police were only too happy to help. [Retherford grasps her forearm, which comes into frame briefly. It is covered in bandages.] Vanth: Don’t be like that. You've done worse to me. [The camera moves away from Vanth, who takes a step forward.] Vanth: Stop running. You’re an awful spouse, you know that? You don’t listen, you don’t want to reconcile, you just go on these ridiculous runaways. What are you, eight years old? And you came back to the bridge where we had our first kiss, of all places. I know you’re still thinking about me. [Vanth furls her umbrella and takes off her gloves. A dark red substance is visible beneath her fingernails.] Vanth: You’re gorgeous, Evelyn. Such a sweet and flavoursome person. [Retherford draws a steak knife and points it at Vanth.] Vanth: I can see that you’re thinking about it. But once I’m gone, what’ll happen to you? [Vanth continues to walk forward.] Vanth: You have nobody to rely on now. Nobody but me. [Vanth places the tip of her sternum against the end of Retherford’s knife. She gently pushes the blade aside.] Vanth: I really do love you. [Retherford lowers her weapon and weeps softly. She embraces Vanth for several seconds. The camera lens is obscured by clothing and hair. Vanth emits a quiet gasp, which is followed by a wet tearing noise and a shuffle of fabric. The video abruptly ends at this point.] Dr Vanth’s remains were found on Route 6B in Delamere Forest, Cheshire alongside her mobile device. Large amounts of flesh had been crudely removed from her lips, cheeks and upper torso, with tooth marks found in her finger bones and jaw. ~2 grams of oral musculature2 with genetic markers belonging to Retherford were found inside her mouth. Retherford herself could not be located. Autopsy of Dr Vanth’s body discovered that at the time of her death, there were severely elevated levels of dopamine and serotonin in her brain. Footnotes 1. Including but not limited to: sexual attraction, romantic interest, familial love and platonic attachment. 2. The muscles of the tongue. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6390" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6390. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6391 | safe | Item#: 6391 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-6391 are to be kept in Site-125’s high-risk biological containment wing. Organisms and personnel suspected to have come into contact with SCP-6391 are to be quarantined for a period lasting no fewer than 7 days or incinerated as the situation demands. SCP-6391 colonies are to be destroyed using incendiary weapons and their surroundings treated with ionising radiation. Detection of SCP-6391 may be performed by dousing surfaces suspected of being contaminated with unpasteurized milk or blood. A colony of SCP-6391 created by exposure to a thin film of blood. Description: SCP-6391 is a class of proteins which are capable of intersecting themselves, enabling them to take on extremely energetically favourable conformations. Furthermore, they are capable of transferring this property to other nearby proteins. In a lab environment, neighbouring instances of SCP-6391 will bind to one another and form striated, fibrous structures. SCP-6391 acts similarly to a prion and will, upon entering an animal’s body, replace their internal organs with a homogenous mass of further instances of SCP-6391, displacing any bodily fluids in the process. Infected animals retain all preexisting faculties but exhibit noticeably different behavioural patterns once the brain has been replaced by a corresponding mass of SCP-6391. After the complete consumption of all internal organs, the infected animal will enter a dormant state and strands of SCP-6391 will emerge from its body, anchoring the mass to nearby hardpoints before eventually breaking apart the animal’s skin. At this point, the mass becomes a ‘colony’ of SCP-6391, a macroscopic quantity of SCP-6391 which exists outside of a living organism. Infection may occur via physical contact with a colony or through the entry of an infected animal’s tissues into an uninfected individual’s bloodstream or gastrointestinal tract. Colonies of SCP-6391 are white, sterile and fibrous, resembling spiderwebs. They are correspondingly lightweight and highly durable. Furthermore, SCP-6391 fibres are capable of contracting and expanding, exerting force in a manner similar to animalian muscular tissue. SCP-6391 documentation is pending review by Dr Sayuri Kataigida in light of recent revelations. Addendum 6391.1, Exploration Log 6391.2: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/exlog2 - ACCESS GRANTED Date & Time: 07/01/2021, 12:37am Personnel: Performed in person by Agent Aveta Divona with oversight provided by Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Location: ██ ███████ Lane, ████████, Chukotka Autonomous Okrug, Russia Notes: Communication between Divona and Kataigida occurred in English. All other speech is translated from Russian. [Begin transcript] Divona: Can you hear me? Kataigida: Loud and clear. Might I just add that you look quite silly with your phone taped to your shoulder? I thought you former MTF types would look cooler. Divona: Appearance means nothing. Besides, this is the best I can do under the circumstances; my body camera is broken. [Divona’s camera feed activates. It depicts a corridor on the second floor of an apartment block. Divona is standing in front of room 9. She knocks on the door twice. After several seconds, the viewport is opened and immediately closed. Shortly thereafter, an old woman (Female Tenant) opens the door.] Divona: Sorry I’m late, Kisa. Female Tenant: There’s no need to apologise, Aveta, in fact I just got done with dinner. It’s been very lonely since my boy moved to the city; would you like to come in? Old Man Winter is in a stroppy mood tonight. Divona: That sounds lovely but I can’t right now. This is about the noise complaint? Female Tenant: Ah, yes, those lovebirds upstairs have been thumping like mad for almost two days now; I can hardly get any sleep. It’s for the best, perhaps. I’ve had the worst nightmares recently. Divona: The noise started two days ago? Female Tenant: The thumping began then, but even before that there was all sorts of racket! Moaning and groaning and slurping, just a cacophony. You could give them a stern talking to, right? Like your mother would give you when you were little. Divona: I’ll see what I can do. Take care, Kisa. Female Tenant: You too, Aveta. Ah- I must go, my buzhenina1 is burning without me. [The woman closes the door. Divona begins to move downstairs.] Kataigida: So is this more or less exciting than your old job? Divona: Excitement isn’t everything. Kataigida: Sure it isn't. I’d kill to be the first one inside an anomaly one of these days. Divona: Try transferring to a humanoid containment facility, I’m sure a reality bender would be glad to let you fulfil that dream. Kataigida: I’m not sure that would work. Biologically, I mean. Divona: You have fingers, don’t you? Kataigida: Pft. So what’s next, agent? Divona: If the noise really is coming from one of the rooms upstairs, I’ll have to speak to the landlord; I won’t be able to get in otherwise. [Divona moves to the first floor and knocks on the door to the landlord’s office. Several minutes go by before the door is answered by a short man (Landlord) in a sweater.] Landlord: Officer, whatever you’re here about, take it to my tenants. Divona: I just finished speaking to them, actually. I have a few questions. Are any of the rooms on the second storey of this building booked out? Landlord: Two and four. What’s it to you? Divona: One of your tenants recently filed a noise complaint. Landlord: Finally that fucking hag got the message and learned to take bullshit like this to the police. I pay my taxes, why should I have to deal with that shit-for-brains pig farmer? Divona: You already know what’s going on? Landlord: Of course. Every night it’s just that thump, thump, thump, like a heart beating next to your ear. It’s coming from room four. I’ll give you the roomkey; you can do your job and I can go back to bed. Divona: Before you do that, who’s currently staying in room four? Landlord: I already told you, the pig farmer! Clogs up the road every time he takes his hairy little shits out into the woods. Why should you care, I thought you’re just supposed to tell him off like a disobedient kid. Divona: I know who he is, I just need more information. Can you tell me when he got here? Landlord: Son of a bitch came to me a few nights ago looking bedraggled and pale. He told me that he needed a place to stay, at least for a week or so. I asked him whether he was here because his wife kicked him out of the house or something; he told me that he’d picked up a yeast infection from one of his pigs and he wanted a place to recover where he’d be away from his wife. [Muttered] Yeast infection my ass, you illiterate sack of shit. I hope you’re pleased with yourself. Divona: He looked sick? Landlord: He looked like a crackwhore’s cunt! He had dried blood all over his face, was white as a ghost and he kept looking like he was going to throw up while we were speaking to one another. Walked and talked just fine, though. I should’ve thrown him out but my pity got the better of me; I took his money and gave him the room. He couldn’t leave because of his disease of course so he paid me double to give him food, water and a copy of the newspaper every morning. Every day, he sounded a little more unhinged. Tired, desperate, pitiful, that sort of thing. At some point he asked me to go to the drugstore to buy him some medicine to help treat his infection. He was ordering enough drugs to kill a mule but he offered me a lot of money, so I didn’t ask any questions. Three days ago was when he stopped answering the door or taking his meals; that’s when the noise began. Divona: You haven’t entered his room since? Landlord: Of course not. I don’t want to catch whatever freaky shit he’s got. Divona: I think that’s all I need. Thank you for your time, sir. Landlord: Yeah yeah. [Landlord hands Divona a key and slams the door.] Kataigida: I bet it’s just a senile old fart down with the flu. [Divona proceeds upstairs. She pauses once she reaches room 14 and places a hand on the door. A persistent thumping sound can be heard. The camera shakes violently. She tries to turn the door handle but it jams.] Divona: The door isn’t locked but there’s something blocking it from behind. I’m going to need to break it down. Kataigida: Let’s hope the landlord doesn’t have anything to say about that. [Divona kicks the door. The latch violently snaps and the door, alongside a cabinet propped against it, shifts back. The room’s lighting fixtures are off and the windows are boarded up. She steps into the combination living room and kitchen. A pair of high boots and a coat, both covered in soil, have been placed in the middle of the room. The kitchen counter is covered in prescription medicines, primarily antifungal and antibiotic drugs. Divona moves closer to inspect the drugs.] Kataigida: Enough to kill a mule indeed. Divona: Do you think the resident might have a narcotics habit? Kataigida: Nystatin? Clotrimazole? Are you kidding? You couldn’t get high on any of this. Apparently our swine herding friend was just very sick and ill informed. Don’t touch anything, by the way. Anomaly or not, he was clearly down with something; could be infectious. [The camera pans over a number of dark stains on the carpet and far wall.] Divona: I’m seeing blood, emitted violently from multiple angles and locations. There’s no single large pool, so it’s likely that the source of the blood didn’t exsanguinate. Or at least, they died somewhere other than here. Kataigida: Two or three days old, by my estimation. [Pause.] That sound, is it coming from somewhere in the room? Divona: It’s to my left. In the bathroom, I think. It’s definitely at the same altitude. [Divona pushes open the bathroom door. A large, fibrous mass is attached to the far corner of the room, anchored in place by three white appendages. The mass periodically expands and contracts, causing the walls to flex. A large, roughly circular pool of blood is present underneath the mass. A man (Male Tenant) is standing in front of the mirror, examining himself. He appears to be in a state of emotional distress, shuddering and hyperventilating. There are black and purple marks around the circumference of his neck, weeping a thin yellow fluid. His collar and chin are covered in fresh blood. He is holding a lighter.] Kataigida: Well, there’s our anomaly. [Male Tenant retches and regurgitates approximately a cupful of red foam. He wipes it away with his sleeve. Divona places a hand on her sidearm.] Kataigida: Something’s wrong with his hands. Does he have knuckles? Divona: I… Kataigida: His entire body lacks definition. Look at his fingers, they’re like tubes stuffed with cotton rather than actual body parts. No wrinkles, no varicose veins, no hard protrusions, just sort of… circular and smooth. Not his head though, that’s normal. [Whispered] This is really cool. [Divona takes a sharp breath.] Kataigida: Aveta? Divona: Sorry, I thought I… recognised it, for a moment. Kataigida: He hasn’t noticed you yet. Get closer, I want to take a look at him. [Divona moves toward the man, who does not react to her presence. Male Tenant starts the lighter and waves it over the side of his neck. His discoloured skin blisters and cracks. An extremely viscous black substance emits from his wounds. A matrix of silken red threads are visible inside his body, as are a number of muscles. The threads darken and recede slightly. He whimpers. The fibrous mass contracts tightly.] Male Tenant: [Almost inaudibly] I can feel you curdling… burning in me, cosmic seeds planted beneath my skin… Kataigida: That thing inside of him, some kind of anomalous parasite, or maybe a fungus. [Male Tenant turns his head away from Divona, revealing that the skin on the previously unseen side of his neck has been traumatically removed. Much of it is charred and hanging from his body. Underneath, there is a patch of exposed, desiccated flesh. The posterior end of two of his vertebrae are visible, protruding from the back of his neck. Loosely packed white fibres are present below the line of burned skin.] Divona: He needs help. I’m going to try to get his attention. Kataigida: No, keep your distance. Did you hear a word of what I just said? Divona: [To Male Tenant] Hello? [Male Tenant slams the lighter against the counter. He leans over the basin, breathing heavily. The mass clenches.] Male Tenant: I’m not hungry. I’ll outlast you. You’ll starve inside me like a child in a dead womb… [Sobs] [Divona prods the man’s shoulder using a bathroom tile. He turns toward her, startled, and stumbles back. He slides on the floor and lands on his rear. His impact with the ground is unusually muffled and quiet. The mass begins pulsating at an increased rate.] Male Tenant: [Pained] There’s something inside me, it demands to be born. An ulcer, an ulcer on reality. I won’t let it out, you can’t let it come out! N- no! [A lump forms on Male Tenant’s collar measuring approximately 11cm across. It pulses upward through his head, causing his neck to bulge. There is a wet crackle, likely the sound of his esophageal cartilaginous tube collapsing. He clutches his stomach and regurgitates a mixture of blood, lymph and stomach acid. Divona reaches out toward the man but does not move any closer.] Kataigida: Don’t get any closer to him! Aveta! Divona: [To Kataigida] He needs attention! [To Male Tenant] Sir, what’s wrong? Talk to me! Male Tenant: [Wheezing, choking] [The man opens his mouth. White threads move up through his throat and propagate throughout his oral cavity. He attempts to speak but proves to be incapable of articulation. Divona moves closer, at which point he suddenly takes hold of her sidearm and fires it into his left eye. He falls to the ground and spasms for several seconds before going limp.] Kataigida: [Sigh], you pillock. [End transcript] Addendum 6391.2, Initial Study and Classification of SCP-6391: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/study - ACCESS GRANTED Proposal for SCP Designation, SCP-6391 From: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) To: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) Following Exploration Chuk.████.0059,2 two objects of note were recovered from the apartment of the late Cheslav Nikolayev, referred to as Civilian Male 2 in the transcript of the event. A partial list is as follows: - APD-A,3 a large fibrous mass composed of nonliving organic material discovered in the bathroom of Nikolayev’s apartment. - APD-B, the corpse of Nikolayev. In light of information gleaned from the study of APD-A and APD-B, I would like to request that an SCP slot be granted to a class of proteins found in both APD objects. These proteins are capable of anomalously intersecting and passing through themselves as well as transmitting this property to surrounding polypeptides. Attached below are the reports which I wrote following an initial examination of the two anomalies. Within them, I refer to substances known as spinneret proteins; these are the objects which I believe deserve SCP classification. Furthermore, while I leave any decisions made regarding the anomaly’s containment in the hands of the committee, it is my belief that the anomaly has not yet been fully eliminated from the wild. Nikolayev was a swineherd, meaning that he came into contact with livestock on a regular basis; livestock which provides nutrition for a significant portion of the local populace. In addition to this, it seems unlikely that the anomaly could have arisen spontaneously, given that it mirrors a disease or biological weapon in many regards; much of its behaviour is still poorly understood and there is no reason to believe that the formation of a colony is the final step in the progression of its pathogenic ‘lifecycle’. Without additional resources, determining whether further action should be taken or not will be infeasible. Study of APD-A (Abridged) Author: Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Results: The anomaly is a large, irregularly shaped organic body. It is composed of many adhesive white fibres, resembling spider silk. A leather dog collar and a layer of canine fur are embedded in its centre. APD-A weighs 16kg, has dimensions of around 1.4 x 1.0 x 1.3 metres and has a texture similar to a pillow or bedding mattress. When exposed to temperatures exceeding 380 degrees Kelvin, it blackens and decomposes. Elongated pockets of a black inorganic mineral are dispersed throughout the core of the object, the source of which is unclear. On a microscopic level, APD-A is composed of many branched protein microfibrils measuring 2-8 micrometres across. These proteins are highly variable in structure, size and sequence. However, they universally demonstrate a tendency to group together and form hydrophobic striated fibres. These proteins, dubbed spinneret proteins or simply spinnerets, underlie APD-A’s properties and were the cause for its formation. Spinnerets behave similarly to prions in that they can confer their unique three dimensional structures onto other proteins with the same amino acid sequence, i.e, they convert other proteins into further spinnerets. Spinnerets are highly resistant to cold-induced denaturation, remaining functional and infectious at temperatures as low as 140 degrees Kelvin. However, at temperatures exceeding 430K, a majority of the proteins which constitute the anomaly are destroyed. Spinnerets are also resistant to mild shifts in acidity, operating equally well in environments between pH 5.5 and 9.8. Generally, spinnerets exhibit a level of stability which is not found in naturally occurring proteins. While spinneret proteins themselves are extremely (albeit variably) dense, the structures which they form are lightweight and porous. A spinneret protein’s foremost anomalous property is its ability to intersect itself, allowing it to adopt extremely dense and energetically favourable configurations. This property spreads to proteins which the spinneret is within close proximity to, causing them to also collapse into this inert structural formation. The effects of spinneret proteins were tested on laboratory mice. Spinnerets, when injected into a living animal, form a colony near the site of injection, replacing neighbouring tissues and displacing unusable compounds such as lipids and water. This colony rapidly expands in the direction of protein-rich tissues, targeting the organism’s muscles, liver and gonads. Spinneret colonies have not been observed to metastasize or spread throughout the body, indicating that spinnerets are dense and structurally stable enough that they cannot be broken apart and carried by the body’s natural blood flow. In spite of the spinneret colony often damaging or destroying major organs, infected animals do not exhibit any signs of distress nor do they suffer from the expected effects of having necessary portions of themselves being replaced by inert protein fibres; blood continues to circulate from arteries which terminate in spinneret mass and nerve signals propagate through apparently destroyed portions of the body. Some time following infection the animal will begin regurgitating bodily fluids and fats as the colony breaches their gastrointestinal tract and excessive amounts of displaced material enter their stomach. Regurgitated fluids contain trace amounts of spinneret proteins and are vectors for transmission. When suspended inside an aerosol of, say, mucous or blood, spinneret proteins are capable of being transmitted via airborne particulate, making the animal a potent vector for infection at this stage of infestation. If the animal survives, the colony will eventually enter their cranial cavity, attacking their brain. This does not affect the animal’s ability to function. However, once a majority of their nervous system has been consumed, they will begin exhibiting markedly different behavioural patterns, no longer sleeping or engaging in libidinous activities. They will seek out a dark, cold place in which to lie down, at which point the colony will finish its consumption of the organism. As soon as this process is complete, the animal’s skin will split apart and the colony will emerge, forming extensions with which to anchor itself to its surroundings. In mice, the time between initial infection and the emergence of the colony falls within the bracket of 3 to 6 hours. In humans, it is believed that full infestation would take approximately 120 hours to occur. Animals can only be infected by spinneret colonies via direct physical contact with a preexisting colony or through the inhalation/ingestion of infected biomatter. Post-emergence spinneret colonies are highly attractive to animals. Lab mice, when presented with a spinneret colony on the other side of a steel mesh, crowded against the mesh and began vocalising. When the mesh was removed, the mice voluntarily exposed themselves to the colony, rubbing against it and in some cases attempting to groom it. Infestation occurred as expected in these mice, with the spinneret proteins entering the body by targeting the keratin proteins in their fur. During the emergence phase the infected mice dispersed themselves throughout the testing chamber, maximising the coverage of the spinneret colony complex. The attraction which animals experience towards spinneret colonies is inexplicable; they do not emit aromatic compounds. Conclusion: APD-A is composed of long white fibres made up of misfolded proteins which cause other proteins of a similar design to become misfolded themselves. Animal proteins, when exposed to these proteins (spinnerets), transform into spinnerets themselves. Other components of animal tissue which are incapable of turning into spinnerets4 are incorporated into the organism’s preexisting epidermis or evacuated from the body. Spinnerets are capable of replacing much of an organism’s internal organs without compromising physiological functionality. Upon replacing their central nervous organ (the brain in mammals, avians and reptiles), the organism’s mannerisms are affected. It seeks out a location in which to hibernate, after which the mass of spinnerets inside of them, the spinneret colony, emerges from their body. Spinneret infestations may be acquired via skin contact with a colony or exposure of infected tissues to the mucous membranes and stomach. Autopsy of APD-B (Abridged) Author: Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Analysis: Subject is an adult male of Ukranian-Russian descent, aged 36 years at the time of his death. The cadaver weighs 72kg and is 183cm tall. The subject’s medical records are incomplete and out of date owing to a lack of regional infrastructure, although surviving records indicate that the subject suffered from an allergy to pollen foods. Family members have testified that the subject was in good health until contracting an anomalous disease some four to five days ago. The subject exhibits both cyanosis and pallor. His death was witnessed by Agent Aveta Divona and myself. Much of the subject’s body has been replaced by spinneret proteins (see document SK.53: “Study of APD-A” authored by Dr Kataigida), specifically most of its spinal column, left arm and thoracic region. The spinneret colony is asymmetrical and globular, with broad branches extending into the subject’s right bicep and left thigh. A layer of congealed fat and white lipids have formed around the colony, compressing many of the subject’s organs and giving it a bloated appearance. The effects of anemia are apparent, with blood drawn from the subject’s remaining circulatory system being discoloured and having abnormally low concentrations of albumin and globulin, two key proteins found in blood plasma. The subject’s neck is severely burned along its circumference, with some vertebrae and a significant portion of the subject’s trachea being exposed to the open air. No evidence of bacterial infection is present, attributable to it having been repeatedly exposed to high temperatures. Footage caught by Agent Divona suggests that these wounds were self-inflicted. The tissue surrounding the spinal cord is filled with branching deposits of non-spinneret proteins, most of which are foreign to the human body. These are likely the remains of denatured spinnerets, destroyed by heat. The deposits weigh around 700 grams altogether and, when placed in a neutral environment, fold back into regular proteins found in the human body. It is believed that the subject’s self-mutilatory behaviour delayed the spinneret colony from entering his brain, albeit at great cost to his own health. The spinneret colony is densest around the subject’s left arm. Similarly to APD-A, small deposits of black rock were discovered in this region of the body. The subject’s spinal cord and medulla have been flattened along the coronal plane of the body and have been compressed to a degree that individual neural formations can no longer be made out under a light microscope. The immediate cause of death seems to be an intraorbital gunshot wound. The subject was seen firing a handgun round into his own head shortly before his death. The bullet passed through his pons, cerebellum and occipital lobe before exiting the subject by puncturing the occipital bone on its right side, 16mm above the superior nuchal line. Complications: The autopsy had to be performed under less than ideal conditions due to the fact that post-mortem, the spinneret colony inside the subject’s body continued to grow and consume his remains. The autopsy room was not climate controlled and a number of steps, such as the decontamination of the body, could not be performed due to the time constraint posed by the colony. Further study of the corpse may be performed via photographs taken during the autopsy. Regarding Recent Correspondence To: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) From: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) Congratulations, Doctor Kataigida. Following extensive review by the Foundation’s Board of Internal References, the anomaly which you submitted a proposal for on the 7th of January has been granted the designation of SCP-6391. In regards to your requests for the equipment lost in the study of SCP-6391 to be replaced: it is the opinion of the Chukotka region’s Foundation-appointed superintendent, Director Konstantin Byrne, that the anomaly does not warrant further research. While we understand that you lack the necessary materials for further experimentation, you have already exceeded the allowance granted to your station (Monitoring Post 125-28). Other researchers stationed in Chukotka have found success using stray dogs as test subjects. The cost of acquisition is close to nil in some areas; we recommend that you look into this option at your earliest convenience. Your concerns about the late Mr. Nikolayev have been noted, but there is currently no reason to believe that existing Foundation assets within ████████ will be insufficient for the task of locating any further uncontained instances of SCP-6391. We appreciate your continued contributions toward the safety of humanity. Sincerely, Secretary Baker Addendum 6391.3, Exploration Log 6391.3: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/exlog3 - ACCESS GRANTED Date & Time: 08/01/2021, 8:15am Personnel: Performed in person by Agent Aveta Divona and Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Location: ██████████ Piggery and Slaughterhouse,5 ████████, Chukotka Autonomous Okrug, Russia Notes: N/A [Begin transcript] [Divona’s video feed captures a field, barn and wooden house surrounded by a short fence; ██████████ Piggery. Kataigida and Divona are approaching the main gate.] Divona: I thought you’d want to stay in the car again. Kataigida: Well the guts and bulging eyes and incoherent screaming really got my rocks off last time, so that kind of made me fall in love with the idea of field work. Divona: No but really, what’s the occasion? I thought you’d want to sleep until noon. Kataigida: I want to get ahead of the curve. It’s not every day that a new SCP gets classified, you know? Divona: It’s closer to every week. Kataigida: You get what I mean. This could be my chance! If I do well enough on 6391, maybe I can catch the eye of someone in HR and finally get transferred out of this place. I don’t even know why we’re here; to keep an eye out for anomalies, I guess. And we kind of just discovered one, so, I might’ve just accidentally validated their stupid policy of stationing people in the middle of nowhere. Can you tell that I had four cups of coffee for breakfast? Divona: You really drink that ooze? It’s just overpriced milk powder. Kataigida: No, not the ready-made shit from the grocery, I have my own stash. One of my old labmates gave it to me just before I got sent here. She’s the head of biology at Site-125 now, if you can believe it. I wonder if she’d still recognise me. [The pair reach the gate and pass through. They approach the well-maintained house and Divona knocks on the door. An adult female (Swineherd) answers the door.] Divona: Oh. Swineherd: Kele6 finally decides to pop down to say hi. I’m humbled, I didn’t think a baron would have anything to say to a poor little peasant like me. Divona: Mischa, please. I’m working. Swineherd: Yeah, working. I bet you are. Look at the big girl over here, all grown up, wearing the uniform of an old sack tied to his office chair! Handing out fines and patrolling empty streets, you disgust me. Could’ve done me a favour and left me the fuck alone. [The woman shoves Divona.] Divona: Now is not the time for this. It’s been twenty years, how have you not moved on? Swineherd: It was two for me, asshole; that’s when I had to lay your mother to rest. I don’t even know if I want to tell you where her grave is, because you don’t deserve to mourn her. It’s me, not you, who took care of her into old age. I was a better daughter to her than you ever were, and I’m not even of her blood! Kataigida: Should I leave? Swineherd: I was happy for you, Kele. I thought you’d made it. And then I heard that you were back, that it’d all come full circle. I lost my friend for what, so she could gallivant around the world for two decades and come crawling back with her tail between her legs? Divona: It got too… it’s more complicated than that. Swineherd: Seriously, just get out of my fucking doorway. Divona: Mrs Nikolayev! I’m here about your husband. [The woman freezes. She opens the door wider.] Swineherd: What? Is- is he alright? Where is Cheslav? Kataigida: Your husband passed away yesterday evening, miss. Officer Divona is the one who delivered him to the hospital and I am the doctor who attempted to save his life. [Swineherd nods, maintaining a neutral expression.] Swineherd: Can I see him? Kataigida: I’m sorry. His body is a biological hazard, it’s unlikely that you’ll be given access to it. [Swineherd lowers her arm. She stands back.] Swineherd: Hah… this is a cruel joke, Aveta. Divona: We need access to your livestock pens. We have reason to believe that they may have become infected by the disease which killed your husband. [Swineherd takes a keychain off of a hook on the wall and shoves it into Divona’s hands. The agent stumbles.] Swineherd: Fuck you. [Swineherd attempts to close the door; Kataigida catches it and prevents her from doing so. Divona steps away while Kataigida remains behind.] Kataigida: Mischa, was it? Swineherd: Did he suffer? Kataigida: No. It looked like he passed away in his sleep. So, the disease which he contracted, we believe that it may have contaminated your livestock population. I need to ask you some questions. Is that alright with you? [Swineherd nods.] Kataigida: You’re the abattoir worker, as I understand it. Swineherd: That’s right. I was the one who would slaughter the pigs. A worker from the grocery comes by to pick up the meat every now and then. Kataigida: You’re, uh, taking the death of your husband well. Swineherd: The realisation is taking a while to hit. Just give me some time, I’m sure I’ll be a shrieking widow before the sun sets. Kataigida: Right… so, when did you last see your husband? Swineherd: Tuesday, four days ago. He left without telling me anything. Why didn’t he… ugh, nevermind. Kataigida: Did he show any signs of sickness or discomfort before leaving? Swineherd: He had a cut on his finger, I think, which he kept picking at. I told him not to worry but Cheslav has always been bullheaded. He also had these really terrible nightmares. He’d sit up in bed sometimes when he thought I was asleep, just staring ahead and shaking; whispering to someone who wasn’t there. I asked him what was wrong and he kept going on about black rocks and spiders. I should've known he'd do something stupid like this. Kataigida: I really appreciate you being this open with me. One last thing, is anyone else living in this house with you? Swineherd: Me and… only me. Kataigida: Thank you, that’s all I needed. If there's anything I can do for you, I’ll be at the clinic. Swineherd: Okay. [Sniffs]. Thank you. [Swineherd closes the door. Kataigida moves to meet Divona outside the barn.] Divona: Did it go well? Kataigida: I have no idea. How are you holding up? The things she said were… pretty harsh. Divona: It’s not about me. Let’s just get the job done. [The pair approach the barn. They each don gloves and gas masks before unlocking the door. Upon opening it, the interior of the barn comes into view. The room is a single large pen, containing several dozen swine crowded against the back wall. Most are covered in brown stains. A door at the back of the barn leads to the abattoir.] Kataigida: Do they normally do that? Divona: To conserve heat, perhaps. [Divona pushes through the swine toward the back of the barn. The audio feed picks up a faint, rhythmic thumping. She catches sight of a number of pigs crowding around an undulating pink mass. Upon closer inspection, it is shown to be dozens of piglets held together by white threads. Blood and yellow fats surround the pile, soaking into the straw. The pigs closest to the pile are grooming it with their snouts and exhibiting behaviour characteristic of porcine childrearing.] Divona: Only the infants are a part of this colony. Why would it be specific to them? Kataigida: It’s not; all of the pigs are infected, it’s just that piglets are smaller and so the disease progressed more quickly for them. [Divona draws a knife and makes a deep incision in the piglet colony. She pries the edges of the cut apart, revealing a contiguous mass of SCP-6391 material underneath, approximately as large as a fully grown sow.] Divona: There’s patient zero of the pigsty infestation, I’m guessing. These pigs are significantly heavier than people, so if Nikolayev only managed to reach the final stages of infestation two days ago, then this pig… Kataigida: Has been infected even longer. You don’t think any SCP-6391 got into the food supply, do you? They’d be destroyed during the cooking phase of course but infection could also take place during preparation: examination, butchery, packaging, et cetera. Plus, there wouldn’t be anything noticeably wrong with contaminated food for at least a day or so, maybe even longer if it was sold in large cuts. Divona: Don’t overthink it. Kataigida: Right… right. [Divona pushes past the pigs and moves into the abattoir. There is SCP-6391 material covering the walls and windows, preventing sunlight from entering the room. A series of meathooks are suspended from horizontal beams across the room, hanging just above head level. There are no pig carcasses mounted in the room. Piles of fat can be seen below some of the hooks. A spherical orb made of SCP-6391 is suspended in the middle of the chamber, pulsing rapidly. It is approximately five metres wide.] Kataigida: How did Mischa never notice any of this? [Kataigida steps closer to the orb. Its rate of pulsation increases commensurately.] Kataigida: It’s responding to us, just like APD-B responded to Nikolayev’s emotional state. Or so I think, anyway. Divona: How can it sense us? I know that begging questions of anomalies is more or less defeating the point but still, I wonder… Kataigida: Wait, get back! [A seam opens along the underside of the orb. The camera feed shows a significant amount of transparent gas and a black mineral being expelled from the orb. The same mineral also appears on the walls as if precipitating out of the air, forming crystalline spikes and formations. A large chitinous limb emerges from the orb as well, trailing amniotic fluid and blood. An organism strongly resembling a spider pulls itself out of the webbed sphere. It lands on the ground and flexes its limbs. Footage quality degrades significantly. Divona interposes herself between Kataigida and the centre of the room and shouts something inarticulate. Kataigida closes her eyes and nods effusively. The black mineral continues to form on all surfaces. Protuberances form on the ground and burst open; flexible white structures resembling terrestrial flora sprout from the black mineral. The spiderlike entity blanches and spits up a dark, viscous substance. It subsequently collapses. Divona retches and faints. Footage quality degrades further. An indistinct shape moves from the top of the screen to the bottom. The colour of the image becomes increasingly monochrome.] Divona: I remember you… [The video is illegible from this point onward.] [End transcript] Addendum 6391.4, Incident 6391.1: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/breach - ACCESS GRANTED SCP-6391 Mass Containment Breach Imminent From: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) To: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) As per my cover story-assigned faux occupation, I reported to my general practice this morning to work as a clinician. I noticed several civilians standing outside the building as I entered, all of whom asked to be treated for the symptoms of what appeared to be a form of hemorrhagic fever. Close examination of these patients’ discharges confirmed the presence of SCP-6391 in their blood. In light of information gleaned from Exploration Log 6391.3 I have cause to believe that SCP-6391 has contaminated the region’s food supply via the sale, handling and consumption of pork. Left uncontained, it will result in a catastrophic breach of secrecy and innumerable deaths. The only other Foundation employee in my vicinity is currently incapacitated. I lack the resources to properly address this incident. Please advise/assist at your earliest opportunity. Furthermore, documentation of SCP-6391 must be updated in light of new revelations. See the attached files for more details. Transcript of “adivo090121.mp4” Last Edited: 09/01/21, 2:33am [Begin transcript] [The camera feed displays the interior of a room with wooden walls at nighttime. Dr Kataigida is in the frame, sleeping in a chair in front of a bed. Several seconds are spent attaching the camera to the body of the unseen operator. After securing the recording device, the operator approaches the desk behind Kataigida, where her work laptop has been placed. They unlock the device, entering the correct password and reading an unfinished draft of Exploration Log 6391.3. Once finished, they shut the laptop and exit into the adjoining living room. A woman (Swineherd) is sitting on a couch holding a glass of water. She looks at the operator, appearing shocked. The operator speaks, revealing themselves to be Agent Divona.] Divona: Mischa. Swineherd: What happened? Divona: Why don’t you take a look yourself? Swineherd: Your friend told me not to investigate. And considering the condition you were in when she dragged you onto my doorstep, I’m inclined to listen to her. Divona: In that case, don’t worry about it. Knowing won’t do you any good. Swineherd: Just tell me if it’s safe out there, Aveta. Divona: That’s not for me to say. Stay at home, Mischa. And don’t eat pork. [Divona looks away from Swineherd and leaves the building, revealed to be the house from Exploration Log 6391.3. The barn is visible in the distance. Its back half has been torn open and the remains of its walls are suspended in the air. A series of colossal stone spikes, the shortest measuring around twenty metres from its base to its tip and the longest being around one hundred metres long, jut out of the abattoir section of the barn at an angle. Significant portions of the stone formation are not attached to the ground, apparently maintaining their altitude without any support. Divona begins walking toward the barn.] Divona: I think you were right, Sayuri. SCP-6391 does more than grow nests. You said that we don’t know what it’s doing but I have a hunch. A bad one, maybe, but I still need to investigate. [Divona enters the barn and turns on her flashlight. The footage distorts as the camera focuses on a large protrusion of a black mineral through the building’s ceiling. The livestock are sleeping. Several dozen SCP-6391 colonies sit above Divona’s head, held up by appendages connected to the walls and floor. She approaches the oldest SCP-6391 colony, the one made up of conjoined piglets observed during Exploration 6391.3. She draws a knife and digs into the mass, peeling it back. She reaches into the mass and extracts a handful of webbing, detaching it from the greater colony. Several streaks of black mineral can be seen inside it, as per Dr Kataigida’s study of APD-A and APD-B. Divona picks at the streaks with the tip of the knife, digging one out. She holds it in her hand and zooms in on it. It is a curled up arachnid, resembling a spider. A scab of black rock forms on the blade of her knife and on the fingertips of her gloves.] Divona: This is far too familiar. [Divona walks into the abattoir. The colossal spiderlike entity from Exploration Log 6391.3 is entangled in its own webbing, strung up between several of the stone spikes. A dark viscous substance oozes from its joints and mouth.] Divona: I thought I recognised SCP-6391 before, but having seen all of this, [the camera pans over the interior of the barn] I’m certain that I’ve encountered it before; I was involved in its termination. [The entity appears to be dead. The camera looks toward the ground, where several large stone formations shaped like spiders are embedded in the ground. Some twitch.] Divona: It’s back, somehow. Worse this time, more malignant. I don’t have the original exploration log, but I have something else which relates to the anomaly. It might give you an idea of what it is, before you have to confront it yourself. [She looks toward the town.] Divona: I’m sorry, but I can’t bring myself to be a part of what happens next. It’s cowardly of me, I know. [Divona coughs into the back of her hand. Dark splotches can be seen on her palm] Divona: It was nice to come back. Everything's in your hands now. [End transcript] A number of other documents were attached to the message. Their contents are within Addendum 6391.5. Addendum 6391.5, Debrief of MTF Epsilon-71, “Tundra Eagles”7 (Abridged): + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/termination - ACCESS GRANTED Interview E71-12.A1 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Team Leader Anadel (E71-1) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth Dr Vanth: Is something wrong, Captain Anadel? E71-1: Where am I? Dr Vanth: You’re in Site-125. I’m here to interview you. E71-1: Where’s… where’s Site-125? Dr Vanth: We're in the Magadan Oblast. Are you feeling alright? E71-1: Doctor, I can't-… I can't remember who you are. I feel like I should know. Dr Vanth: I interviewed you yesterday. Do you remember? E71-1: N-no. That can't be right. It's been years. The dream, it was so long. Dr Vanth: Tell me about this dream. E71-1: I was… somewhere else. This big forest where the ground was made of a tough, black rock. There was webbing everywhere and it'd come together to form grass and vines. I'd sleep in the trees and pick dandelions made of cobweb. Spiderlings would live in my hair. Sometimes they've weave crusts of web over my eyes as a joke. I spent… years there. Longer than I've lived here, under the name… Anadel. [E71-1 inhales sharply.] E71-1: This is… this is the dream, isn't it? Soon I'll wake up and I'll be there again. Maybe forever, this time. Dr Vanth: … thank you, captain. That will be all. Notes: E71-1 lapsed into a coma two days after this interview. Interview E71-12.A2 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Specialist Sereda (E71-2) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-2: We didn’t even know it was an egg until we got there. From the outside it just looked like a massive spider web, a couple of kilometres wide and suspended between two mountains. Up close, though, we managed to see it for what it was. We could see the creature curled up inside its sac, its legs creating protrusions on the outside. I remember that we were all struck by an uncharacteristic awe. Do you have a child, doctor? Dr Vanth: I can’t say that I do. E71-2: Well, when you hear the sound your kid is making, even if you don’t precisely know what they’re trying to say, you can usually tell what they want; whether they’re happy, sad, hungry, et cetera. That knowledge is hard wired into you, it wipes out every other concern you have. Dr Vanth: Right. E71-2: Looking at the spider, I experienced the exact same intuition. My son, he does this thing with his rattle where he’ll put it in his mouth and shake it, even though it’s too large for him to hold in his mouth. I swear I heard the rattle while I was standing there. I swear… I know this’ll get flagged for memetic hazards, but I swear that spider was my son. They moved in basically identical ways. I-… I know I’m not alone in this. Dr Vanth: This made it difficult for you to complete your mission? E71-2: No. I killed it. I thought I was just compromised by some mental compulsion or something but even after it was dead I still looked at it and saw my baby in it. The same coloured eyes, the same voice… how did I manage to bring myself to kill it? I can’t look my son in the eyes anymore. I murdered him. Or at least, I overcame every barrier preventing me from doing so. I might… I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. I got myself checked for cognitohazards and… nothing. The test came back negative. Apparently my brain just registered that spider as being my own child, for some reason. Dr Vanth: Should we resume this interview at a later date? E71-2: I don’t… I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to continue. You’re a psychologist, right? Can you get me some amnestics? I- I’d really appreciate that. Notes: At E71-2’s request she was amnesticized and reintegrated into the public. She has since sought a divorce, voluntarily giving custody of her child to her spouse. Interview E71-12.A3 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Grenadier Wojcik (E71-3) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-3: Its death doesn’t feel like a victory. Dr Vanth: What do you mean by that? E71-3: That… anomaly, that yet-to-be-born universe, was only a fetus. The mountains of black rock and house-sized spiders were all just prebirth, the mucus which comes before the baby’s head. Do you understand how that makes a man feel? Knowing that such gargantuan things are just precursors to something even more terrifying and grandiose? Dr Vanth: No. E71-3: I didn’t think so. I was closer than anyone else to the egg when it hatched, so I saw more than just the spider. I saw a sterile black sky pouring out of the sac like blood from an artery; the silhouettes of massive arachnids; and fields of grass where all the blades are just upright striations of spider web. Another universe was being born, a parasitic ulcer on reality. Dr Vanth: This scares you? E71-3: Of course it does. Dr Vanth: You’ve seen far worse. E71-3: Sure. But immortal lizards and killer statues are small fry in the grand scheme of things. Even living stars and alternate realities don’t scare me because at least they hate us in particular. It makes me feel like we’re important, like we have a purpose, even if our role is to act as prey. But what came out of that egg was a cosmos which had nothing to do with us. It didn’t need us, it didn’t even care that we exist. Dr Vanth: You shouldn’t be afraid of that fact. E71-3: I can’t really help it. I’ve known all along that humankind isn’t special, but I don’t think I ever internalised that fact. Well, witnessing the birth of a universe finally made it sink in. We don’t mean anything. We’re nothing. Just smears on the windowsill, about to be washed away by the rain. [E71-3 places his head in his hands and sighs.] E71-3: I feel small. Notes: E71-3 has exhibited erratic behaviour and debilitating agoraphobic tendencies since the anomaly’s termination. He has voluntarily transferred to a strictly indoors security detail at Site-125. Interview E71-12.A4 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Scout Rifleman Divona (E71-4) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-4: How are the others faring? I hear Wojcik had a breakdown. Dr Vanth: Why don’t you tell me about yourself first? E71-4: I don’t know. I don’t feel anything in particular. Dr Vanth: Then describe your general feelings right now. E71-4: Sad, mostly. When I became an MTF I wanted to see new sights, explore the unknown. But mostly, I’ve just been shooting things since day one. That spider, I could have spent a lifetime getting to know its intricacies. But that wasn’t my job. [E71-4 closes her eyes and leans her elbows on her knees.] E71-4: I don’t know. I don’t think I give a shit about this job anymore, to be honest. Maybe I'll retire, become site security. People used to call me mall cop back in school, so I think it'd fit. Actually, nevermind. I think I'd lose my mind. Dr Vanth: If you don’t plan on being an MTF, what's next for you? E71-4: Going home. Notes: N/A Addendum 6391.6, Containment of SCP-6391: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/containment - ACCESS GRANTED Personnel from Site-125 were dispatched following the receipt of Dr Kataigida’s request for assistance to dismantle all telecommunications infrastructure in ████████ and to enact quarantine, preventing the egress of the townspeople and terminating all indigenous wildlife they came across, all under the guise of being a governmental plague control unit. They were originally under orders to evacuate all Foundation personnel and incinerate all biological material within the quarantine zone but at the insistence of Dr Kataigida they instead enacted measures designed to curb the spread of SCP-6391 among the civilian populace. Dr Kataigida was given command of the operation due to her position as the lead researcher of SCP-6391. Timeline of Events, Incident 6391.1: - 09/01/21: SCP agents arrive in ████████ and sever all outgoing modes of communication. A general lockdown is announced and all townspeople are ordered to stay in their homes until further notice. Food deliveries are arranged in lieu of allowing civilians to visit and operate marketplaces. A search is ordered for Agent Divona, meeting with no success. She is subsequently declared absent without leave. - 10/01/21: Several civilians vacate their homes, seeking medical treatment for SCP-6391 infestation or fleeing their residences due to their cohabitants being infected. All persons in breach of Foundation edicts are detained and incinerated. Colonies of SCP-6391 begin forming all around the town. Burner teams anticipate fuel shortages. - 11/01/21: A controlled burn of the woodland surrounding the town is initiated in order to make spotting potentially infected fauna easier. Deaths as a result of SCP-6391 continue to rise. 10% of the town’s population is confirmed deceased. A Foundation agent is found to have been infected by SCP-6391. They are promptly incinerated. - 12/01/21: SCP-6391 colonies grow to tremendous size overnight as an estimated 300-400 civilians enter the emergence phase of infection simultaneously, indicating that a majority of infected civilians came into contact with SCP-6391 approximately 5 days8 prior to this particular date. Firebombing of heavily infested areas is suggested but not actually implemented due to ongoing tension with the Russian Federation. Burner teams are unable to control the infestation. Several Foundation agents are encircled and crushed by outgrowths of SCP-6391 material. The civilian rate of death drops dramatically as the ‘wave’ of those who were exposed to SCP-6391 via the ingestion of pork passes. Dr Kataigida arranges for the remaining civilian populace to be evacuated and screened for infection. - 13/01/21: 60% of the civilian population confirmed dead. Foundation casualties number fourteen, with an unknown number infected but as of yet undiagnosed. Procedures for the eradication of SCP-6391 from one’s body during the early stages of infection are formulated; the first person to be subjected to the procedure is a civilian, Kisa Fedorov; the surgery is a success. Burner teams run out of fuel and further deliveries are complicated by inclement weather. SCP-6391 colonies grow toward a single point in the middle of the town and form a sphere which grows from five metres across to thirty in the span of three hours. Support from neighbouring sites requested. - 14/01/21: The sphere at the core of the town now measures eighty metres across. A rapid expansion of the SCP-6391 complex engulfs the Foundation’s staging area and a majority of the Foundation’s personnel in the area. Situation deemed critical. Clearance for Foundation aircraft to operate within Russian airspace is granted and a squadron of bombers is dispatched to destroy the infestation. On the afternoon of the 14th of January 2021, Foundation-operated bombers took off from Site-125’s airstrip and plotted a course toward SCP-6391, with their estimated time of arrival being 4:14pm. At 4:13pm, Containment Specialist Kataigida received a voicemail from Agent Divona. Transcript of a message received by Containment Specialist Kataigida: Interlocutors: Agent Divona [Begin transcript] Divona: Hi, Sayuri. I can't seem to reach you. Did you turn your phone off? I'm at the centre of town right now. Listen, I-… [Divona inhales deeply. Jet engines can be heard in the background.] Divona: I just wanted you to know that I’m really proud of you. [The phone disconnects.] [End of transcript] At around the same time that SCP-6391 was struck by the first set of explosives, the sphere at the centre of ████████ broke open. A massive burst of Akiva radiation was detected and the local hume field peaked at 255. The surrounding ~1,300 square kilometres of countryside were transmuted into a black mineral and its topography was greatly affected. Observers in the region now report the sky being permanently overcast and seeing the silhouettes of large arachnids in the distance. Reassignment of the SCP-6391 slot pending review by Containment Specialist Sayuri Kataigida. Footnotes 1. Russian variant of roasted pork. 2. Later renamed to Exploration 6391.2. Dr Kataigida uses the previous name in this correspondence because it occurred before SCP-6391 was classified as such. 3. APD meaning “Anomalous Placeholder Designation”, a rare term used by Foundation researchers to designate objects whose anomalous nature is assumed but not yet apparent or which may or may not warrant SCP designation, pending review by the O5 council. 4. Primarily fats, fluids and microbiota. 5. A farm where pigs are bred or kept. 6. Chukchi word for an evil werewolf spirit, found in many regional myths. 7. A four-man MTF specialising in the neutralisation of hostile anomalies. 8. The average time taken for an adult human to be completely consumed by SCP-6391. |
SCP-6392 | esoteric-class | The Administrator? More like… Uhm… Yeah. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 6/6392 Classified This file is restricted to selected Overseer Council members and RAISA personnel. Unauthorized access is expressly forbidden and punishable by termination. 6392 Item#: 6392 Level6 Secondary Class: drygioni Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6392 is undergoing an investigation led by O5-1, O5-3 and O5-9 to ascertain its anomalous properties.1 As such, no Containment Procedures are currently in place for it. All documentation containing mentions or references to SCP-6392 is to be compiled by RAISA director Maria Jones and sent to Site-01 for review. Only known picture of The Administrator. Description: SCP-6392 is William Fritzgerald, the former Administrator of the SCP Foundation. Although presumed to be non-anomalous, concrete evidence that supports SCP-6392's existence, involvement with the SCP Foundation, its founding or its operations has yet to be found. Discovery: SCP-6392 was discovered by O5-3 on 18/04/2017 after finding several discrepancies, contradictory information and a lack thereof regarding the Administrator in records pertaining to the Foundation's early operational history. After these discoveries were made, O5-3 scheduled a personal meeting with O5-1 to inform him of this, the log of which has been transcribed below. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 20/04/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3. [Begin Log.] O5-1: Good morning, three. O5-3: One. O5-1: Why did you call me, specifically? O5-3: Convoking the entire Council was unnecessary. O5-1: Hmm. [Pause.] Alright, what did you want to discuss? O5-3: The Administrator. O5-1: What about him? O5-3: I was performing a sweep through documentation pertaining to the Foundation's early operational history, and noticed that there is a general lack of information regarding the Administrator. And the information that does exist is not consistent. O5-1: Hmm, yes. We did lose a considerable amount of files when the change from paper to computers was made, and the inconsistencies can be chalked up to identity protection protocol. So far, I don't see what's so weird about it. O5-3: Under normal circumstances I would agree with you. However, this document leds me to believe that that is not the case. O5-3 uploads a file on O5-1's tablet. American Secure Containment Initiative. ID Number: ███-███-██ Name: William Fritzgerald. Age: 30. Date of Birth: █████ ██th, 1853. Ethnicity: Austrian. Position: Director of Facility-██. OVERVIEW William Fritzgerald was recruited into the ASCI in ████ by Researcher ███████ ██████ following his doctoral dissertation at ███████ University on Theoretical Physics which had gathered Dr. ██████'s attention. At first, he held a clerical position as a low-level researcher on Facility-██ for two years from ████ to ████. In ████, Fritzgerald was brought on to study and interview live instances of Item-███ where he would demonstrate his resourceful and level-headed nature by preventing what would have been a catastrophic breach of containment. Shortly after this, he would be awarded the ASCI █████ ██ ███████ and reassigned to other projects where he would steadily climb his way to the top of the ASCI's chain of command and eventually promoted as director of ████████ Containment Facility ██ in ████, where he remains to this day. O5-1 is silent while reading the file and blinks once. O5-1: … ASCI? Fritz only worked for the Kappa2 before the Foundation. Why would ASCI have a personnel file for him? O5-3: I do not know. O5-1: Are you sure this isn't a coincidence? O5-3: Completely. In addition to the ASCI document, I found a personnel file belonging to Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal that has differing data from the ASCI file, but it was far too damaged to be properly readable. O5-1 is silent. O5-1: So, you're telling me that the Administrator held high ranking positions in at least three separate anomalous management agencies at the same time? O5-3: Yes. O5-1: And nobody knew of this? O5-3: Almost certainly. O5-1: That is… concerning, but I'm hesitant to call it anomalous. Fritz never displayed anything weird as far as we know. O5-3: Yes, and as far as we know he could have kept it hidden from everyone. O5-1: Or information about him is being affected by an anomaly, or this is all just a glaring oversight on RAISA's part. O5-3: Perhaps and doubtful, respectively. O5-1: In any case, the most prudent thing to do in this situation would be to start an investigation to figure what exactly is going on. O5-3: Agree. I'm going to consult with Temporal Anomalies to see if there have been any alterations to the timeline that have gone unnoticed. O5-1: Good, good. [Pause.] Is there anything else you want to disclose? O5-3: No. O5-1: Well then, I suppose this session is over. We'll see again if either figures something out. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.1: Investigation. Following the conclusion of the previous meeting, O5-1 stablished Research Task Force Alpha-4 ("On The Fritz"), a Task Force staffed mainly by RAISA personnel, to search and investigate further discrepancies in documentation regarding the Administrator. The following is the complete list of documents that have been recovered and digitalized by RTF Alpha-4. ▶OPEN DOCUMENTS◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Imperial German Investigation Office for Paranormal Affairs Document Type Personnel File Name William Fritzgerald Identifier OI735 Date 1855 History Born to Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald in 1855, William Fritzgerald was recruited into the Office on 1877 after finishing his degree on Theoretical Physics at ████████ University. He began his career as an intern on Site ███ until 1879, where he would be assigned to his first project as a researcher on Artefact ███. On 1882 he would be ascended to a B level researcher and then assigned as the head researcher of Entity ██. Finally, on 18██ he would become the manager of Site ██. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal BY DECREE OF HER ROYAL MAJESTY QUEEN VICTORIA AND THE FOUNDATION SHE HAS ENTRUSTED WITH HIS MISSION, THIS DOCUMENT AND ITS CONTENTS ARE TO BE HELD IN SECRECY, AND USED TO PROTECT AND FURTHER THE INTERESTS OF MANKIND. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. PERSONNEL FILE Full Name: William Fritzgerald Division: [Unintelligible] Security Level: High3 Date of Birth: [Unintelligible], 1856 Location of Birth: [Unintelligible], Austria General Description: William Fritzgerald was [Unintelligible] in [Unintelligible] on 1854 to Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald, a middle class Austrian family. [Unintelligible] did not, in fact, [Unintelligible] at the time [Unintelligible] among the scientific community by [Unintelligible] until the discovery of [Unintelligible] when he was [Unintelligible] and recruited by the HMFSCP that same year. Following his [Unintelligible] on the nature of Thaumaturgy [Unintelligible] would go on to receive [Unintelligible] and [Unintelligible] Investigation Division, being offered [Unintelligible] and a raise, which he accepted. Fritzgerald now [Unintelligible] on Compound 34, [Unintelligible] among others. Personnel File Name: William Fritzgerald. Department: Administration. Employee #: 0001. Expedition Date: ██/██/1898 Profile William Fritzgerald, ██████████ █████ ██ "The Administrator", ██ █ ██ ████ ███ ████████ ████ ████ ██ Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald in 1853. He ███ ████ ██ ███ █████ ██ ████ ████ █ ██████████ █████████ ██████████ ████████ ███ is █████ ██████. ████ ██████ ████ ███ █████ ██ ███████ ████████████ ███ ████ ███████ ██████ █████ ████████ █████. 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O5-1: Good day to you as well three, and no, not much. But first, how was your visit to Temporal Anomalies? O5-3: Uneventful. I ran the diagnostics myself, twice, but couldn't find evidence of any CK-Class scenarios or timeline modifications having occurred since 1998. O5-1: Tch. Well, that throws a wrench on things. O5-3: How so? O5-1: Because there's nothing useful. The Task Force I made? They've found a few, heavily redacted or damaged documents from different sources that all contradict each other. Hell, sometimes even the same document contradicts itself. I was hoping that something was messing with the timeline and that was the cause for all this, but apparently that's not the case. Pause. O5-3: In that case, then, i suggest giving the Administrator SCP classification until this situation can be resolved, if it can be at all. O5-1 sighs. O5-1: That does seem like the most appropriate course of action. O5-3: You sound disappointed. O5-1: I have a lot of work to do, Three. And frankly, I miss sleeping more than nine hours a week, so adding more things to do isn't the most exciting thing in the world. O5-3: Understood. Pause. O5-3: How do we proceed? O5-1: What do you mean? O5-3: All the information we currently possess on the Administrator is untrustworthy at best, we have no leads nor a clear direction of where to investigate. We are completely in the dark. O5-1: [Takes a deep breath.] Not entirely. There is someone who might be able to help us solve this. O5-3: You mean- O5-1: Yes, him. O5-3: [Is silent for a few seconds.] I will be scheduling a meeting right now. O5-1: Dutiful as always, Three. [End Log.] Immediately following the conclusion of the aforementioned meeting, O5-3 scheduled a private meeting between it, O5-1 and O5-9 to discuss SCP-6392 and its current investigation. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 11/05/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3, O5-9. [Begin Log.] O5-1: Good afternoon, Nine. I hope you're doing well. O5-9: Aye, I am, One, thanks for asking. It's good to know that someone still cares for this old dog. O5-9 chuckles audibly. O5-9: You know, it's- ah, it's been a while since I've had a one to one with any of you lot, or one to two in this case. But knowing you, I'm assuming that you're not here for just a chat, right? O5-1: You'd be correct. I don't have the time or energy to entertain casual conversations. O5-9: Ah, a workaholic. You really are like your father, you know? Always so busy with work and- O5-1 raises a hand and interrupts O5-9. O5-1: Sorry for the interruption but this is rather urgent. O5-9: Right, of course. [O5-9 leans forward in his chair.] What do you need me for? O5-1: The Administrator, what can you tell me about him? O5-9: Fritz? [Smiles.] What can't I tell you about him? The old chap was a crazy bastard, the best of us. He was always comin' up with all these ideas on how to run things, how to keep things under wraps. Hell, he even managed to get Cleveland to support us after the US lost its monopoly on the anomalous in the Americas when ASCI became the Foundation. He was… He was…. Pause. O5-1: Nine? O5-9: Hmm? Oh, sorry. Got lost in memory lane a bit there. But, why do you need me? I thought RAISA had made a rather detailed biography of him. O5-1: Well, yes, but given recent… Developments, I'm not so sure it's entirely accurate now. O5-9: What do you mean? O5-1: Three. O5-3: On it. O5-9's tablet lits up and O5-3 uploads several of the documents recovered to it. O5-3: One and I have been investigating the Administrator for three weeks, and we have reasons to suspect that the Administrator is an anomaly himself, is being affected by an anomaly post-mortem, or is the target of a Group of Interest. Whatever the case may be, something or someone is altering or fabricating documents regarding the Administrator for unknown purposes. O5-1: And we were hoping that you could shed some light on this given than you two worked together. O5-9: [Going through the documents.] I… See. Pause. O5-9: Well, my memory ain't what it used to be, but I'll try to recall. Silence. O5-9: Fritz was born in '55, he worked for the Germans all the way up to '84, that's when the Foundation was founded. Uhm… he got married in '79 I believe, had a kid who never got too involved with the anomalous, and was assassinated in 1923. O5-1: Anything else? O5-9: No, sorry, the rest of my memories of him are of trivial stuff. Truth is, we became rather distant after the end of World War 1. The last thing we talked about in person for more than a few minutes was Site-5's construction. O5-1: [Sighs.] Well, that's that I suppose, thank you for your time- Wait, what did you say? O5-9: Hmm? O5-1: Which Site's construction did you two talk about? O5-9: 5, why? O5-1: Three? O5-3: [Is silent for 11 seconds] There is currently only one Foundation facility with the designation of "Site-5". Its construction is dated as May 12, 1944. 21 years after the Administrator's death. O5-1: …Motherfucker. Nine, do you remember where this "Site-5" is located, or what purpose it served? O5-9: No, I'm sorry, that conversation was over a hundred years ago. My memory is good, but not that good. The only thing about it that I can recall with certainty is that it was located in an island. Silence. O5-1 sighs. O5-1: Goddammit, this just keeps getting worse. O5-9: If I may, could I become a part of this investigation? Fritz was a good friend of mine. I think I owe it to him to figure out what's going on here. O5-1: Yeah, sure. At this point we need all the hands we can get. Three, give Nine access to 6392's file and get him up to speed with the investigation. O5-3: Understood. O5-1: Good. [Pause.] Thank you for your time, Nine, you can go if you want. O5-9 stands up from his chair with some difficulty. O5-9: It was a pleasure to be of help. O5-9 then heads for the exit of the meeting room, but stops before the exit. O5-9: Oh and, One. Just some friendly advice but… [Pause.] I have seen many Overseers come and go in my lifetime, and quite a bit of them were just like you. Many of them weren't as long lived in comparison to their peers. Pause. O5-9: I know that times have changed, and using anomalies to extend our lifetime is standard now, but try to take a rest some time. O5-1 is silent as he looks at O5-9. O5-9 then exits the room after a few seconds. O5-1: [Muttering.] Maybe I should. Pause. O5-1: Well, that didn't go as I thought it would. So, Three, what's on your min- erh, CPU? O5-3: That we hit a dead end. Again. O5-1: Quite the ingenious observation. O5-3: Sarcasm detected, and promptly ignored. [Pause.] But, I have an idea. O5-1: Go on. O5-3: The Administrator's grave is located outside of the previous Site-01. I propose mobilizing a detachment of Alpha-1 to take a tissue sample, bring it here and then analyze it to rule out the possibility of the Administration being a Draugr-Class4 Anomaly. O5-1: Your idea is essentially to desecrate his corpse? But I can't deny that the logic behind it is sound. [Pause.] Okay, let's do it. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.2: Expedition and sample retrieval. ▶OPEN EXPEDITION LOG◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Date: 12/05/2017 Subject: SCP-6392 Assigned Task Force(s): Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Task Force is a detachment conformed of three individuals. Team Members: A1-Alpha, A1-Beta, A1-Gamma. [Begin Log.] Alpha-1 is airdropped in front of the previous Site-01. All three members are carrying shovels and other digging equipment. A1-Alpha: Checking if comms are good… Ok, good. A1-Beta: Comms are Good. A1-Gamma: Comms are up A1-Alpha: Good. Command, do you copy? Command: Affirmative. You may proceed with the mission as planned. A1-Alpha: Understood. [To the rest of the team.] You heard Command, let's move. The team traverses the vicinity of the Site for three minutes until they reach the location of the Administrator's grave. The grave itself is covered in weeds that lightly obscure it from view. A1-Alpha: There's our target, let's get to digging. All three Alpha-1 members walk to it and clear the weeds manually. Afterwards, they dig for approximately two hours and 48 minutes until the coffin containing the Administrator's body is reached. A1-Beta attempts to open the coffin but is unable to. A1-Beta: The thing is nailed, it won't open unless we break it. A1-Alpha: Gamma, the hammer. A1-Gamma: Got it A1-Gamma then takes out his designated hammer and uses it to strike the lid of the coffin. This occurs several times until the lid gives in and breaks. A1-Gamma: The hell? A1-Beta: What? A1-Gamma breaks the lid further, revealing that the coffin is empty. A1-Gamma: There's nothing here. A1-Beta: What? A1-Gamma: There's nothing. No body, no… anything. A1-Alpha: Command, you seeing this? Command: Yes, Alpha-1. A1-Alpha: What do we do now? Silence for 13 seconds. Command: Bury the coffin and return to the extraction point. There's nothing left to do there. A1-Alpha: Understood. Over and out. [End Log.] ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 6392.3: Post expedition meeting. O5-1 and O5-3 met again to discuss the results of the previous expedition. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 12/05/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3. [Begin Log.] O5-3: That was a disappointment. O5-1 is silent. O5-3: In hindsight, at least we can rule out post-mortem anomalous activity. O5-1 remains silent. O5-3: But I presume that- O5-1: Three. O5-3: Yes, One? O5-1: Could you… Be quiet for a moment, please? There is a pause for 15 seconds. O5-1 then proceeds to rub his temples. O5-1: I… Really underestimated how mentally taxing this would be. I just… O5-1 sighs. O5-1: Fuck, I mean. What have we found ever since we began this investigation? A few documents that are either heavily redacted, illegible or contradict each other? A facility no one except for one person knew existed? An empty grave? That not only doesn't answer anything, it just creates even more questions. O5-1: This investigation has just been dead end after dead end after dead end. Frankly, I don't know what to do anymore. O5-3: Hmmm. Quite the conundrum indeed. O5-1: That would be putting it lightly. Pause. O5-3: Perhaps we should lower SCP-6392's file clearance level to 5 and inform the rest of the Council. Get all the hands we can get. O5-1: Don't bother, if not even Nine knows what's happening with Fritz then it's unlikely that the others would be of much help. Pause. O5-1: Maybe I should take Nine's advice. Taking a break for a few days would be good for me. O5-3: Perhaps, perhaps. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.4: Note. On 18/05/2017, the following note was found by O5-1 on his desk as he returned to Site-01 from his week-long hiatus. Investigation into its possible author or how it appeared in Site-01 is still ongoing. Hello, 1. I have been watching your progress on this investigation ever since you and the machine started it, and I must say, I quite enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. Sherlock Holmes was always one of my favorites, you know? And with that stated, you can probably understand how frustrated I was to see it end so relatively quick. But, I do suppose that it was my fault, as not even the best detective can solve a mystery with the messy trail of breadcrumbs I left behind, so I will answer some of your questions. - Yes, I am alive. - No, information about me is not being affected by an anomaly or a Group of Interest. - Yes, only one of the documents you've found tells the truth. - Yes, there was another Site-5, but don't bother looking for it, you'll find nothing. And that's all I'm willing to say. Good luck, and happy hunting. — With regards, somebody that you may know. Footnotes 1. Drygioni: Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. 2. Slang for the Kaiserliches Deutsches Prüfamt für Paranormale Angelegenheiten (KDPPA). A Foundation precursor organization that operated during Imperial Germany. 3. HMFSCP's equivalent of Security Clearance Level 4. 4. Draugr: Item is considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. |
SCP-6393 | keter | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item#: 6393 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6393-1 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded in law enforcement agencies are to conceal photographic or video evidence of SCP-6393 events. Reports of SCP-6393 are to be explained as mundane disappearances. Description: SCP-6393 is a phenomenon that has the chance to occur when any door within an occupied domicile is opened. When this occurs, the door, rather than leading to its usual designation, will lead to an extradimensional space. This space is designated SCP-6393-1. The point of entry always lies inside the living room of a two-storey stucco1 country house surrounded by an alpine environment whose appearance is conserved across appearances. During any occurrence of SCP-6393, a single adult female will enter SCP-6393-1, after which the anomaly and entrant will demanifest. No efforts to obstruct entry into SCP-6393 have ever been undertaken, whether by the Foundation or unaffiliated parties. This is presumably a secondary anomalous effect of SCP-6393. SCP-6393 events occur once every 65 days. Addendum 6393.1: Exploration Log 6393-1 - LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED - - ACCESS GRANTED Transcript of Blackbox Signal Retherford-390 Synopsis: On the 5th of December, 2022, an SCP-6393 event occurred in the city of Lyon, France. A nearby Foundation facility later recovered a somatic recording of the event from the Blackbox2 recordings of Agent Evelyn Sophia Retherford, an off-duty member of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-71 (“Cyhyraeth”)3 (Begin transcript) Retherford is in her home, lying asleep. It is some time past midnight. From an adjoining room, a baby begins wailing. After several seconds she awakens and registers the sound. She stands up, sways, and moves to her bedroom door, turning the knob. It opens into SCP-6393-1. The baby continues to cry. Retherford absentmindedly steps forward, past the threshold of the doorway. Retherford: Is someone there? … Wait, this isn’t- Retherford turns around. The entrance to the anomaly has been replaced with a door frame mounted on top of a flat plaster wall. Her heart rate elevates. She scratches at the wall with her fingernails. The plaster gouges and leaks a mucusy yellow fluid. It is warm and smells like egg whites. She attempts to use her phone to call her contacts, but there is no cell reception. Retherford pinches herself on the arm several times. Then, she slaps herself. After several seconds, she shivers and turns to examine the rest of the room. The room in which Retherford is standing resembles a lounge. Her surroundings are dirty but not dilapidated. Dust has settled on every surface. The house has not been occupied for some time, but there is evidence of previous, albeit transient, habitation: shattered furniture, disorganised piles of dry foliage, footprints made of dustings of snow, and markings carved into the walls. White light is spilling through thin slit windows, covered by silk drapes. The window panes have shattered, and wind is coming in through them. The floorboards are covered in powdered snow. In her work clothes,4 Retherford is severely underdressed. From upstairs, a distressed infant is heard again. A woman begins singing and the baby stops crying. Retherford: (Whispering) Save yourself first, Sophia. Don’t become a casualty. Retherford pulls her shirt across her body and moves to one of the windows. It is nighttime outside, and light snow is falling on a meadow. Deciduous, alpine trees are scattered in the distance. Over the horizon, there are mountains. In one window, she briefly spots a quadrupedal silhouette in the snow. It moves away before she can identify its shape. In time, she explores the first floor of the house. There are taps, incandescent light bulbs, and stoves, but the house is not connected to any sort of plumbing system or electrical network. Its cooking appliances are designed to be powered by wood or charcoal. In the kitchen, Retherford pries open several drawers. Most are frozen shut. One yields a steak knife which she uses to break open the rest. There are a small number of friction matches in an overhead cupboard. The staircase to the second floor has collapsed, preventing access. Thirty minutes have elapsed. Retherford is losing sensation in her extremities. She wraps herself in blankets, but their preexisting temperature only makes her colder. Ultimately, she uses her hands to pry up some of the loose floorboards in the kitchen. Underneath the boards is a layer of lukewarm gristle, binding them to the foundations of the building. She snaps the boards into pieces and arranges them in a pile in the kitchen, the only room on the first floor whose windows and doors are intact. Retherford attempts to create a fire by pressing a lit matchstick against the planks. It doesn’t take; she rips a silk curtain down, which bleeds thin red grease, and sets off all but one of her remaining matches to set it alight. The fire catches; it emits a greasy smoke. Retherford begins to warm her hands over the flame. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford is now on the second floor of the house, having reached it by pushing a wardrobe up to the collapsed section of the stairs. Her hands are raw from overexposure to fire, but her core body temperature is very low. Her heartbeat is slow. She is looking principally for additional clothing and secondarily for the source of the sound that she heard earlier. The fire that she lit earlier is still alight. She only has a single match left, so relighting the fire repeatedly is not an option. From nearby, a woman is singing. An infant’s cooing is audible through the walls. Retherford wields a steak knife. She inhales and opens a door which leads to the source of the noise. It is a child’s bedroom. In the middle of the room, there is a woman wearing a sweater and a thick coat holding a three month old5 child swaddled in a scarf. A wastebasket full of cold, settled ash lies in front of her. There are patches of exposed underfelt and resin throughout the room where the carpet has been ripped up. The unidentified woman is severely emaciated: her forearms and legs are bonded by ice to the chair that she is sitting in, her eyes are closed, and her lips are blue. The two sections of a firestarter lie on the ground, covered in several large cuts and a greater number of shallow, repetitive abrasions. The woman holds the baby up to her bosom. The skin on her chest has been gnawed away, and the muscle beneath is pockmarked with indistinct bite marks. The baby gums on a loose scrap of visceral fat. Woman: (In French) Come on, darling. It doesn’t hurt. Be strong for me. (Singing) Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai.6 Retherford: Ma’am, can you understand me? Retherford approaches the woman, who smiles and starts to take off her coat, using the limited dexterity of her palm to offer it to her. Retherford reaches out to accept it, before falteringly withdrawing her hand. Retherford: I can’t. Listen, I have a fire, a… flame, incendia, ignis, flamma, downstairs. I’ll bring you something to drink, and-… ah, and a warm blanket. The woman lifts her child and presents it to Retherford, who steps back. Woman: (In English) I’m all dry. Retherford carefully picks up the baby. Its skin is warm, but her hands feel like they're getting colder. The woman’s arms lower, and she sags until her head is resting on her chest. Her mouth hangs open; there is a shrivelled, dark blister or bubo on the inside of her cheek. Retherford puts the infant down and grabs the woman’s wrist with one hand. She places her other hand beneath the woman’s nose, feeling for a pulse and a breath. Retherford: No no no no no, don’t give up. You’re going to be fine, I’m a paramedic, I came to help. Hold on- Retherford runs downstairs. She picks up a pile of blankets which had been sitting by the fire and brings them upstairs to drape around the woman. The woman’s wounds reopen in the heat, and ooze a dense clot of blood. The air turns sour and acidic with organic particulates. Retherford: Hey, hey, can you hear me? The woman’s eyes fall open. They are milky and full of cataracts. Retherford checks for a pulse again. The woman is dead. She cusses indistinctly. She looks at the child, and then at the woman’s clothes. She laughs awkwardly before looting the woman for her overgarments. Retherford: We are less than even. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford tears off a piece of wallpaper. As before, a yellow slime dribbles out of the hole. She scoops it up with a spoon and places it into a saucepan alongside a small amount of flesh, which she has scraped off of the undersides of some floorboards. She places it over a fire and heats it until it begins to boil. The slurry blackens and deposits a layer of dark sediment at the bottom of the pan. She tries to consume some but it tastes overwhelmingly of ammonia, sulphur, and urine. She gags and sprays it across the floor. The infant nehs. Retherford looks toward it, lying in a cot next to the fire, while she cleans her vomit off the ground with a torn-off curtain. Retherford: I know, I know, I’m starving too. (Whispering) God, how long has it been? The infant shrieks. Reluctantly, Retherford stands up and approaches it. The infant is clutching its groin. Retherford: Do you need to go potty? C’mere. Retherford holds the child at arm’s length above the pot of burnt slurry and allows it to relieve itself. She wipes it down with a piece of fabric. Retherford: (Hacks) Jesus… I’d have left your mother’s clothes behind if I’d known that I’d have to take care of you. The infant draws its hands toward its chest and squeezes its eyes shut. It emits a single squeal. Retherford: (Winces) Okay. It’s okay, baby. I didn’t mean it. Retherford wraps the baby in cloth and holds it close to her chest. It latches onto her jacket and squeals several more times, before eventually falling asleep. Retherford: (Whispering) You know, it’d be a lot easier for us to get along if I knew your name. Retherford gently lays the baby down in its cot and goes upstairs. She reenters the room where she found the woman and the infant. The woman’s body has become rigid with frost. She picks up the corpse in a bridal carry and takes it downstairs, to place it by the fire. She strips it of its remaining clothing. The woman’s emaciated body emits a putrid odour. A viscous brown fluid leaches through her frostbitten skin. Retherford swoons and pinches her nose. Retherford: Fuck. You didn’t deserve this. Retherford grabs a shovel and drags the woman outside. When she opens the door, the wind nearly causes her to lose her footing. She walks into the middle of a snowstorm, as her hair freezes to her neck. She moves the body to a point about fifty metres from the house, under a coniferous tree, where she begins to excavate a ditch. Several minutes pass in silence. Retherford: You’d never know it from my accent but I used to live in Dawson City, right up in Yukon. Used to- (pants) we used to find dead cats and dogs in the streets, after a snowstorm. (Coughs) Literally harder than rocks. It- it was grim. Yeah, p-people would just… leave their pets outside, or- or forget to bring them in. Some of the other kids, they’d poke them with sticks. You could snap a whole limb off. The city council would send garbage men to pick the bodies up, and they’d burn them in a big smokestack outside town. That didn’t sit right with me. I’d always try to give them a proper burial. Her shovel reaches the soil underneath the snow. She smooths her hair. It crackles. Retherford: (Inhales sharply) I’ll take care of your kid. Sixty-five days. Assuming we don’t freeze or starve by then, we escape. (Whispering) Christ, you’re only my age. Don’t haunt me, alright? I don’t want to see you in my dreams. Retherford finishes digging the hole. She takes a moment to rest, leaning on the shovel. She places one foot on the woman’s body. Retherford: … Sayonara, lady. (Laughs anxiously) What am I saying? Retherford pushes the body into the ditch and covers it in a thin layer of snow. Retherford: (Sighs) It’s getting hard to tell days apart. As she lifts her head to prepare to head back to the house, a lean grey wolf limps out of the snowstorm and latches onto the dead woman’s shoulder, before rapidly backpedalling and dragging her out of the grave. Retherford scrambles to grab the woman’s legs and pulls on them. The woman’s flesh gouges under her fingers. One of the cadaver’s legs pops out of its socket, and Retherford falls backwards into the snow. The wolf jumps on top of her. There is an indistinct scramble, followed by an intense burning sensation in the side of her head. A weight presses down on her chest, preventing her from breathing. She scrambles for something in the snow and picks up her shovel by the neck, and stabs the wolf with the corner of the blade. It sinks an inch into its flank, between two ribs, and the animal yelps. It rapidly retreats, dragging the woman’s corpse into the snowstorm with it. Retherford lies in the snow, gasping, fading in and out of consciousness. The blood on her cheek crystallises, forming a crescent over the left side of her head. Hailstones lodge and settle inside the wound. Footage quality degrades.7 Retherford: Sorry, couldn’t… save you. Retherford lies still and closes her eyes, falling unconscious. An indeterminate amount of time passes. She wakes up to hear the baby crying from within the house. Retherford: Oh yeah. That’s right. (Softly) Come on. Get up, you dumb bitch. Get up. Retherford slowly sits up and gets on her feet. The fluid in her joints has partially frozen. When she bends her knees and fingers, they click and grind. Retherford: I’m coming, baby. Retherford places one hand over her injury. The surface of her glove sticks to her face as the blood and tears between the two objects freezes. She braces the shovel underneath her spare shoulder and limps toward the house. She reaches the door and tries the handle. Her fingers are too numb to turn it, so she uses the shovel to pry it open. The aged wood splinters easily. The inside of the house is wet. Blood is seeping from between the floorboards, and small growths of viscera are creeping up the walls. The flesh is warm, pulsating, and bleeding. The air reeks of vanilla. The baby is wailing. Retherford stumbles into the room with the fire and collapses next to the baby’s cot. The shovel falls with her. The tip is slick and red, and a tiny strip of muscle is hanging from the cutting edge. She dabs her finger in the blood and puts it in her mouth. It is delectable. Her consciousness slips but the baby's screaming keeps her awake. She hurriedly gets on her feet and cooks the muscle over the flames, using the blade of the shovel as a container. The room is filled with the aroma of meat. Her mouth is full of cold saliva. The baby is screaming. She places a hand over her right ear while her head swims. Retherford limps over to the cot, purees the morsel between her hands, and feeds the baby the meat. She lets it lick the animal oil and fat off of her palms, alongside some of her blood. The baby coos and reaches toward her hand. It tugs on her index finger insistently. Retherford: (Smiles) Shouldn’t have made you worry. She reaches out and strokes the baby’s cheek, then falls asleep over the cot. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford sits in front of a mirror, wrapping her head in linens. A pile of soiled bandages lies on the ground by her knee. The wolf attack left her deaf in one ear, and one of her eye’s corneas cracked in the cold, leaving its vision blurred. A semilunar ring of puncture wounds curves down the left side of her head. They are rimmed with congealed, jellyish blood. She winces as she pulls a needle through the largest opening and sews it shut. She presses a handful of snow to her skin to numb the pain. Since the attack, she and the baby have had nothing to eat. The hunger pangs have become incessant. She peels back her lip. She has found a spherical nodule on the inside of her right cheek. It resembles a fleshy mole and tastes like vanilla. Her extremities are frostbitten. The pinky and ring fingers on her left hand are papery and swollen, and weep putrescent humours when squeezed. The skin exhibits a moist, purplish-black colouration and her nails are green, indicating the onset of deep-tissue gangrene. Her fingers have been in excruciating pain for several days. Against her better judgement, she has kept them cold so as not to exacerbate the pain. Now they are unsalvageable. She finishes covering her facial wounds. She clutches her most severely frostbitten digits at their bases and pulls the others back so that they are beneath her palm. She picks up a steak knife, previously suspended over the fire. The metal blade is incandescent. She inhales and exhales several times. Retherford suspends the knife over the second knuckles of each finger and presses down upon it with her entire body weight. The blade snaps the small bones within, and cleanly severs the fingers, leaving them attached to her hand by strings of dead skin. The process is surprisingly painless, and bloodless. She quickly wraps the stumps in cloth and stows the severed appendages in an ornate cigarette case. The initial lack of sensation in her fingers gives way to a dull, granular ache. The baby moans in its sleep. Retherford wakes it up by gently patting its cheek. Retherford: Morning, sunshine. Or whatever passes for it here. She feeds it a bowl of warm meltwater. Retherford: I’ll be away for a little bit. Don’t die on me while I’m gone. I made your mother a promise. She kisses the baby on the forehead. With the cigarette case in hand, Retherford walks outside. It is a clear day. She places them on the ground a few dozen metres from the house, in an area with a few faint canine footprints, and retreats to a snowbank dug a little distance farther. After some time, the ‘wolf’ which attacked her a week prior appears. It is visibly malnourished. Now with a better vantage point, she realises that it is not a wolf, but a domestic husky. It leans down to investigate the cigarette case. Seeing the two fingers inside, it grips them between its teeth. Retherford rises from her hiding place and charges the dog with a knife. She tackles the animal and tries to stab it in the neck but misses, striking it in the shoulder instead. It wails and shakes her off, before ripping at her old injuries with its teeth. She bats its head aside and regains her footing, while the dog retreats and runs in a westerly direction. Retherford: No… no, you’re not doing this! Come back! Retherford gives chase, wading through waist-high snow. Neither party is moving very quickly. She rapidly loses all feeling in her legs. She sucks the blood off of her knife. Time passes. Snow begins to fall. Retherford’s fingers have frozen around the handle of the knife. She breathes heavily, causing her core body temperature to plummet. A sudden feeling of warmth overtakes her. In a delirium, she pulls on the collar of her jacket to allow some air to circulate beneath it. Footage quality degrades significantly. Her vision smears. She hears the baby crying in the distance. Time passes. The dog’s laboured breathing is now audible. Its gait has become noticeably uneven. Retherford is walking, no longer running. A cliff looms into view. The bones of a few house cats, small dogs, and many humans are scattered in the snow. The dog turns around and barks twice, weakly. Retherford grits her teeth and raises her knife above her head. Retherford: C-come on, old girl. I’ll make this quick. The dog unexpectedly pounces and knocks Retherford down. She offers her arm to it and fends it off, stabbing it multiple times in the throat and chest while it bites down on her left wrist. She shoves the dog away; its teeth leave lacerations in her arm. Neither of them do much more than peripheral damage to one another; they are too malnourished and cold. Staggering, Retherford gets up and blinks blood out of her eyes. The dog stays on the ground and whines, as it bleeds into the snow. Retherford pulls its throat open with her bare hands until the dog stops making noise. She tries to pick the animal up. It is utterly too heavy for her to move. She tries to break off its limbs, or cut them off. She can barely puncture its skin. When she tries to cut through the bone of its leg, the knife falls out of her hand. She can’t close her fingers around the handle. Retherford screams and kicks the dog’s body until she breaks down into a coughing fit. She hears yapping from the cliff. There is a hole in the cliff, leading into a shallow cave. Inside, she finds the half-devoured body of the woman that she buried, the bones of a fully clothed mountaineer, a shattered dogsled, and six puppies. Five of them are dead and frozen stiff in a clump. The last is alive and taking shelter among its siblings. Retherford picks the puppy up. It is hairless and pink and about the size of a field mouse. She throws a few handfuls of snow and soil over its siblings. The baby’s crying is audible. She feels an intense pressure on her skull, which forces her to her knees. Blood runs down the interior of her thigh. She is menstruating out of cycle. She holds up the puppy. Retherford: (Laughs feverishly) I-I-I have it, baby. I’m coming home. Retherford walks back to the house, with the puppy cupped between her hands. She watches it die of hypothermia: first complaining, then pleading, then not moving at all. There is no feeling in any part of her body. She cannot feel her heartbeat. She hears the baby wailing before she catches sight of the house. The windows are dark. She quickens her pace and rattles on the door. It has frozen shut, so she smashes a window and clumsily climbs through. She cuts herself on the glass and lands in a centimetre-deep pool of blood. The walls are covered in pink stripes of inedible flesh, and a vascularised yellow-red membrane adheres to the ceiling. She clambers onto her feet, dropping the puppy onto the ground. The baby is shrieking. Her ears are ringing, and the pain in her head causes her vision to swim. She vomits amniotic fluid8 of an unclear origin.9 Retherford: I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have gone. I-I-I-I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry… Retherford enters the kitchen, where her fire was situated. It has gone out. All that remains of it is charcoal and ash. Retherford: No. No, no, no, I- I wasn’t gone for that long! It’s only been hours… it’s only been hours! She kicks the fire across the room, scattering it across the floor and soaking it in blood. She grabs the baby and holds it tight to her shoulder. It continues to cry. Retherford: I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I shouldn’t have left you all alone! I- I’m so sorry. Please baby, stay with me. Stay with me. I can fix this. I can fix this. Retherford grabs her matchbox and the baby and scrambles upstairs. In the study, she rips pages out of books and curtains off the walls, even though they are caked in grainy pink meat and gristle. The house’s walls are full of muscles, rhythmically pulsating. Everything is moist and red. She sits down and carefully constructs a pyramid of kindling, placing each part of it exactly. She strikes her last match and holds it to the fabric, and to the paper. The flame burns for a second and then suffocates. She sits still for several seconds before trying to strike the match again. And again, until it is a square stub of wood, and she has ripped up her fingernails in the course of trying to relight it. An interminable amount of time passes. The baby continues to cry. Retherford sits in place and buries her head in her hands. Retherford: Come on, come on, come on. Why didn’t you just die in the snow? Why did you run?! Why did you have to have a kid?! (Crying hysterically) I fought so hard! Doesn’t that mean anything?! It’s not my fault, none of this was my fault! I-I shouldn’t even be here, I should be at home. I was going to turn twenty-four, I was going to- to escape! I would have lived. I should have lived! I wanted to- I just wanted to help somebody. I wanted to save someone. I… I promised… She swaddles the baby while she curls up on the floor. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) It is morning. She walks out of the house. The baby is in her hands. It is crying. The corners of her eyes hurt. The snow turns bloody as she gets further from the house, as sweet menstrual blood blossoms beneath the surface. Retherford: It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. She comforts the baby, shushing it unsuccessfully while she lays it down in the snow. Retherford: Momma loves you. She takes a few steps forward, away from the house. She folds her arms over her body and coughs a few times. The node in her mouth splits partially and ejects a bubbly white foam into the space above her tongue. She spits it into her hand. A few minuscule, translucent orbs are suspended in the solution, resembling fuzzy specks of snow; ovarian follicles.10 She wipes it off on her pant leg. Retherford: (Singing, whispering) Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai… Trees and rocks pass her by. There are frozen animals in the ice, and the headlamps of cars ahead of her, hidden in the mist. She is fourteen and walking along a snowy riverbank, where the surface has frozen and turned black. She chews on toffee and apple slices from a paper bag. The sky is beautiful today. She is so warm. She sits down by the river to watch white foxes playing on the ice. Something jabs the underside of her knee. A knot of red fabric; the corner of a muslin square. Retherford closes her eyes. (Massive footage corruption past this point) (Continue transcript) Retherford opens her eyes, and stands up, dislodging a large amount of snow from her body. It is nighttime. Barely conscious, she treks back toward the house and drags her fingers across the bandages on her face. The wound underneath is old and brittle. It has healed but left abscesses in her muscle which prevent her from closing her blind eye. She sees the house. The baby is wailing, from inside. Retherford: What…? She enters the building. The walls are layered thick with endometrial tissue, luscious and well vascularised. The air is sickly sweet with the smell of milk and vanilla estrogen. On the floor, there is grainy menstrual blood all the way up to her ankles. The baby is waiting for her in the kitchen, in its crib. Retherford: I left us to die. How are you here? The baby screams. The walls flex. Retherford bursts out laughing and crying. Retherford: What are you? She chokes and vomits a cupful of amniotic fluid, which runs down her shirt. Her uterine muscles clench painfully. Her entire body is burning up. Blood is churning in her abdomen. She clutches her mouth. The spherical bud on the inside of her cheek is splitting open. Retherford: Please stop… I don’t want to be here anymore… just let me give up. The bud bursts. A muscular cord unravels from within and exits her mouth, attaching to the baby’s navel. She tries to pull away, but the cord retracts and forcefully pulls her toward the crib. She grabs her knife and tries to cut it, only for the handle to start bleeding. The implement crumbles into a pile of rust and viscera. Sobbing, Retherford picks the baby up and strokes its head. It stops crying and smiles contentedly. Retherford: I’ll be good. There there. Mommy will be good to you. Mommy’s here now, you don’t need to cry. Please don’t hurt mommy anymore. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford sings to the baby, and toys with its chin. There are tears all over her face. Her heart is beating rapidly. A warmth spreads out from her chest. She reaches into her shirt for a moment, and then pulls her hand out. It is wet with milk. Retherford laughs. (End of transcript) Footnotes 1. A building style popular in the 18th to early 19th century. 2. An intercerebral device used to record the sensory data, brain activity and subjective experiences of field agents involved in operations with a low likelihood of retrieval. Recordings are automatically uploaded in full to the nearest Foundation data center upon remote check-in or brain death. 3. A rescue team intended to provide on-site medical attention to injured MTFs operating in hazardous environments. 4. Foundation-standard office apparel. Collared shirt, necktie, business trousers, socks. Retherford apparently slept without changing out of her uniform. 5. Estimated based on its appearance and behaviour in later footage. 6. Lyrics from Alouette, a French nursery rhyme. Translates to: “Lark, nice lark, lark, I will pluck your feathers.” 7. Increases in subjectivity. 8. Fluid found inside the uterus during embryonic and foetal development. 9. It is unclear how she was able to identify the fluid. 10. Rounded growths of endocrine cells with a watery cavity inside, responsible for the activation and release of human eggs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6393" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6394 | euclid | Item#: 6394 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED AI CONSTRUCT DETECTED. PLEASE INPUT ACCESS CODE TO CONTINUE ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6394 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Self-portrait of one of the members of SCP-6394-B, titled "Notorious Bee. I. G." Special Containment Procedures: As of 02-03-2021, containment of SCP-6394 is currently headed by Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian, under Containment Supervisor Jacob Beere. Current containment of SCP-6394 is focused on recovering lost copies of SCP-6394-A; archived containment procedures are listed below. ARCHIVED NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Documents pertaining to SCP-6394 have to be kept on paper for all personnel below level 5 now, because either one of you is secretly a bee or the honeybees have access to level 4 SCIPnet credentials. Either way, if you aren't an O5, please talk to me and I'll grab you a paper document. .Also, SCP-6394, if you're reading this, thanks for ruining it for all of us. You black and yellow jackasses.. Feeling's mutual. — Jacob Beere, Containment Supervisor for SCP-6394 Foundation webcrawler "benson.aic" has been assigned to search the internet for instances of SCP-6394-A and archive them to Foundation Server ████ for review by a qualified memetics and cognitohazard specialist. Subsequently, the footage, audio, or image(s) is to be made available to Provisional Task Force β-33 "Beekeepers" for the purpose of locating more instances of SCP-6394. Further procedures will be devised when the motive of hypothetical PoI-6394-1.Designation given to the method, person, or credentials that SCP-6394 is using to access its own file; no suspicious logins have been made nor has any particular user accessed file 6394, suggesting an ability to delete access history. Further testing required..I'm right here. Come and get me., as well as their method of bypassing Foundation information security, is discovered. In the meantime, information regarding the whereabouts and containment methods of SCP-6394 is temporarily classified level 5, and disseminated to containment teams in eyes-only paper documents on a need-to-know basis. Description: SCP-6394 is the collective term given to 800-1300 Apis mellifera.Western Honey bee exhibiting sentience, sapience, and the ability to communicate telepathically among themselves..And me. SCP-6394 displays a high level of knowledge about the internal affairs of the Foundation, consistent with a level 4 containment specialist. It uses this knowledge to breach or avoid containment and to incorporate into instances of SCP-6394-A. As this is a gross breach of information security, it is a B-3 priority to contain, interrogate, and amnesticize remaining members of SCP-6394. SCP-6394 instances spend most of their time creating and proliferating multimedia content. This includes music, short films, digital art, physical art, and even feature length films. This content is designated SCP-6394-A. Over 97% of recorded SCP-6394-A instances are not themselves anomalous. The methods by which SCP-6394-A instances are distributed are currently unknown. Addendum 1.1: Interviewed: 500-600 bees belonging to SCP-6394. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian Foreword: A subset of ~600 SCP-6394 instances focused on the creation of music were interviewed. Interview objectives were to ascertain SCP-6394's motives and the method of creation of SCP-6394-A instances..Is just art not enough? Communication was established via a class IV Telepathic Incision device utilized on a group of four bees that served as "Interpreters" for the rest of the swarm, hereafter referred to as SCP-6394-1. <Begin Log, 2018-04-12, 17:07 FST> Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian: Hello, SCP-6394, we've finished hooking you up to to the interpreter now. I'm going to ask you a few questions now. Do you understand me? SCP-6394-1: Yes. Lillian: Air your grievances, for the record, and we'll accommodate you after the interview. 6394-1: There's nothing in here to stimulate our creativity. How are we supposed to create music under these conditions? Lillian: It's not my decision to make. The sooner we get through this interview, the sooner we can try to find a situation that works for the both of us. 6394-1 pauses for a moment. Instruments later confirm this action as discussing its options with other instances of SCP-6394. 6394-1: We're listening. Lillian: How are you attaining information about the Foundation? 6394-1 remains silent; Later instrument recordings are corrupted around this segment of the audio log, suggesting outside tampering and possible communication with PoI-6394-1. There is a long pause. Lillian: You understand that, someone or something uncleared for 6394-1: With all respect, doctor, we're a bee-themed cover band running from a cross between God and the DMV. We aren't telling you jack shit. Lillian: …Second question, can you elaborate on what your plans are for the future? Anything we should be looking out for? 6394-1: We were going to release "Yellow Album" next week. Lillian: Is that your version of "White Album?" 6394-1: No, it's honeybee Pinkerton, you uncultured swine. Lillian takes a moment to clean their glasses, then sighs. Lillian: And after that? 6394-1: The Black Album. Then, we release the Yellow Album again. Lillian sighs again, which noticeably stirs the swarm.. They were laughing at her. It was pretty funny, in all honesty. She takes a moment to restore her composure. Lillian: Last question, I promise. Is any of the content you create potentially hazardous to humans? 6394-1: Not unless you're allergic to bees. Lillian: Can you elaborate on that? 6394-1: No. <End Log, 19:26> Closing Statement: Containment procedures updated to exclude anyone with bee related allergies from working with media produced by SCP-6394. On a personal note, I can't fucking believe this is a real thing. Addendum 1.2: Notable instances of SCP-6394-A are listed below. Designation Recovery Site Description Additional Information SCP-6394-A-1 Liverpool, UK Presumed to be SCP-6394's first album. A blank VHS tape with the words "Dreams of Honey" scrawled across the front in dry-erase marker. I don't remember how this one goes. SCP-6394-A-2 Albany, New York Unmarked disc with the backing track to "Ambition gets you Stung". Oh man, this one was a bit cringe-y. They were young, and JJ thought he would strike it big immediately. He was just a kid. SCP-6394-A-7 Longwood, Florida Vinyl record titled "Queen Bee: Bobeemian Rhapsobee". First instance of SCP-6394-A that wasn't destroyed or wiped. I can still smell what I think might be honey when I listen to this one. I miss it. SCP-6394-A-11 Richmond, Virginia Vinyl record titled "Black Album". Contains singles "Sugarbee", "The Smokeout", and "Tired of Suicide-Sex". ERR; Unauthorized AIC detected. Help desk notified. Addendum 1.3: As of 2-3-2021 SCP-6394 has stopped producing SCP-6394-A, and have been reclassified as Euclid. Due to a lack of "Queen" variants of SCP-6394, SCP-6394 populations have declined to ~100. The population is expected to die out in an estimated two months. Addendum 1.4: After being interviewed (see Addendum 1.1), some SCP-6394-A instances began appearing in Foundation custody. Below are all recorded instances of this occurence: Designation Recovery Site Description Additional Information SCP-6394-A-13 SCP-6394's containment chamber. Large, portrait painting of an instance of SCP-6394-1, with the caption "Wish you were here! - JJ" N/A SCP-6394-A-16 Desk of Containment Supervisor Jacob Beere Video of a cartoon honeybee begging for its life. N/A SCP-6394-A-17 through SCP-6394-A-119 Various Foundation Sites Home movies consisting of "Memoirs" of various bees; instances include "Notorious Bee. I. G" (pictured above), Freddy "Mercurbee", and "JJ". SCP-6394-119, "JJ", triggers severe allergic reactions in anyone exhibiting allergies to bees. N/A SCP-6394-A-120 Desk of Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian Untitled Vinyl Record; Music is garbled and unintelligible, but Foundation AI appears to read the song as a cover of Pink Floyd's "Shine on you Crazy Diamond" This is why I helped them. They were good. They were real good. Foundation webcrawler "Benson" decommissioned; pending classification of SCP-6394 as neutralised. |
SCP-6395 | euclid | Thoughts Are Overrated by Ruskied Alancakaranlik Coin ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6395 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Alancakaranlik after the construction of Site-462 Special Containment Procedures: Site-462 has been constructed around the town of Alancakaranlik. All instances of SCP-6395-Beta are allowed to roam within the town and the surrounding farmlands freely. No instance of SCP-6395-Beta is allowed within Site-462 facilities. A barbed-wire tipped fence has been constructed along the border of the local farmland to contain SCP-6395 from the outside world and let SCP-6395 be aware of its borders. Containment Update: Following the events of Operation Cocuk Şafak, a three-kilometer Standard Containment Perimeter has been constructed along the borders of the town proper and its local farmland. A total of ten watchtowers have been assembled along the border wall and should be manned at all times to help prevent any attempts at a containment breach. Description: SCP-6395-Alpha is the designation for an anomalous entity currently inhabiting Alancakaranlik, a town in present-day Turkey. It is believed that Alancakaranlik had been isolated from the rest of the world following the manifestation of SCP-6395-Alpha until its discovery and subsequent containment by the SCP Foundation in 1998. SCP-6395-Alpha is a hivemind-like entity that, as of yet, has not been found to have a central point of origin or physical manifestation. It is only found to be present in the bodies of SCP-6395-Beta instances. SCP-6395-Beta is the classification given to all of the inhabitants of Alancakaranlik, which was last documented to consist of 784 instances. Each instance of SCP-6395-Beta is genetically human with no physical differences from a baseline human. Any action made by an SCP-6395-Beta instance had been instructed by SCP-6395-Alpha. Despite each instance of SCP-6395-Beta seeming to have their own personality with unique desires, fears, and speech patterns, it is necessary that all Foundation personnel stationed at Site-462 remember that these behaviors are all performed by SCP-6395-Alpha. SCP-6395-Alpha finds enjoyment in having the SCP-6395-Beta instances act as if they were unique individuals. SCP-6395-Alpha has claimed that it is trying to create a community within itself stating that it is a "director." For a reason not fully understood, SCP-6395-Alpha does not like to talk to Foundation personnel directly.1 A coin used as currency by SCP-6395-Beta instances Actions that SCP-6395-Alpha performs with instances of SCP-6395-Beta include but are not limited to: Child instances of SCP-6395-Beta attending "school." The use of the Ottoman Lira2 as a form of currency to trade goods amongst itself. Making small talk amongst other instances. Arguments between SCP-6395-Beta instances. Lying to other instances about a topic, and other instances then falling for such fabrication, even though they should be aware that such claims are incorrect since they are incorporated into the SCP-6395-Alpha collective. Instances marrying each other, with the age difference between partners not exceeding two years.3 Before Site-462 was built around Alancakaranlik, the town had been self-sustaining with zero external assistance in trade, electricity, or other social or political factors that a structured town would usually require. The town has a limited electrical grid and little access to modern technology. SCP-6395-Alpha is not allowed access to the internet, computers, television, or phones. Initial Discovery Close Discovery Logs During a systematic geographical study of the local terrain by Foundation personnel, a high Hume level was documented in the area. A Foundation research team assisted by a small MTF went to the site to find the town of Alancakaranlik existing at the location of the Hume abnormality. Interview Log-6395-1.0 Interview Log-6395-1.1 Audio Log-6395-1.2 The following is a transcript of the conversation between Dr. Rouland and SCP-6395-Alpha An SCP-6395-Beta instance is escorted towards the Foundation research team, which has already begun setting up a provisionary encampment at the edge of town. This is present one hour after arriving at Alacakaranik. Dr. Rouland: Hello there, sir. My name is Dr. Rouland; I have been told you are the 'mayor' of this town? SCP-6395-Alpha: Why yes, madam, I indeed am the mayor of this fine town. Although, I would like to talk to the man in charge if you don't mind. Dr. Rouland: Speaking. I am the 'man in charge.' Now I have a few questions for you. Why is this little town not documented on any of our maps? SCP-6395-Alpha looks confused at Dr. Rouland's remarks and looks around at the other researchers, seemingly expecting something to happen SCP-6395-Alpha: Well, um, in any case, our town, Alancakaranlik, is entirely self-sufficient. We do not need any outside help. Dr. Rouland: Well, regardless, we have reason to believe that there is something unprecedented happening here, and we've come to assist SCP-6395-Alpha: Concern? I don't recall anything strange happening as of late. Oh, wait, our crop yield this year has been a little lower than usual but is nothing out of the ordinary. The following interview was conducted in an interrogation room with an instance of SCP-6395 sitting at one end of a table and Dr. Rouland at the other end The SCP-6395 instance is slumped over with its hands rested against its face SCP-6395: I can not believe this. H-how were you able to figure it out? A-and not only that, you managed to figure it out in a matter of days. I thought I was doing an excellent job with my play. Dr. Rouland: Well, I'm sorry to inform you 6395-Alpha, but your acting skills are not stellar. Despite having done an impressive job crafting so many unique… characters. You left many similar character traits in each of them. They were minimal things that were done subconsciously. It's tough to detect, but we were able to figure it out with how many people you are demonstrating. Now SCP-6395-Alph- SCP-6395: Vanessa. Please, her name is Vanessa. I've spent too long creating these characters just for people to dehumanize them. Dr. Rouland: Yeah, I am not going to do that. I am talking to you, SCP-6395-Alpha. I am not talking to the body in front of me, I'm trying to talk to you, and I mean all of you. Dr. Rouland spreads out her arms wide and rotates slightly as if to refer to the surrounding environment SCP-6395: I will allow it. I guess I have not spoken with another individual myself in a very long time. Dr. Rouland: Good, and now that you mention it, I have to ask. Why do you persist in pretending you are a bunch of different people? SCP-6395: I don't know. I like acting is all. This town is like a stage, and I'm its actors, directors, and its spectators all at once. The following is a video had been taken outside Research Building-462. The individuals present are Dr. Rouland and two instances of SCP-6395-Beta. The two instances are going to be designated SCP-6395-Beta-1 and -2. SCP-6395-Beta-1: As the mayor of this humble town, I just want to thank you pleasantly for letting us continue to live here. I don't think the hearts of the townsfolk would be able to handle the idea of leaving their homes behind. Dr. Rouland: Please, there is no need to thank me. As per the conditions we agreed to, you are welcome to act however you'd wish as long as you do not try to leave. SCP-6395-Beta-1: You are very generous for that, and I promise on behalf of the townsfolk that we will not betray your trust. As a token of our gratitude, please accept this gift. SCP-6395-Beta-2: We picked the ripest and plump apples from our local orchard. I hope they are to your liking. SCP-6395-Beta-2 steps forward before bowing and presenting a basket of apples. Dr. Rouland: Thank you, I hope this is a sign of good relations moving forwards. During the events in the interviews above, the other instances of SCP-6395-Beta continued to react and function as usual, doing routine tasks and talking amongst themselves. Given Dr. Rachel Rouland's proven negotiability with SCP-6395-Alpha, she has been assigned to be the head researcher of Site-462 and subsequently, SCP-6395. Any Foundation projects regarding SCP-6395 are to be approved by Dr. Rouland before being enacted. Addendum 2003/12/09: It has been discovered that there is a limit to the amount of control SCP-6395-Alpha has over the SCP-6395-Beta instances. While SCP-6395-Alpha can control and characterize hundreds of SCP-6395-Beta instances at once, the scope of its precision is limited. When an instance of SCP-6395-Beta is not participating in a task that requires a significant amount of motor function and is not related to social interactions of any kind, the instance will appear to be in a "Lost State." The instance will typically remain stationary, or if it were doing an action, it would continue to do said action indefinitely, appearing not to be aware of its surroundings. The staff has reported that the eyes of instances in said "Lost States" will move around, seemingly at random. If any individual approaches the instance and attempts to interact with it, this will cause the effect to stop, and the instances will go back to doing what they were doing prior as if nothing has happened. SCP-6395-Alpha claims to have no recollection of the events. While the frequency of these events is uncommon, research into these "Lost States" is advised. Addendum 2006-08-09: Due to the increase in the size of Site-462 in recent years, Dr. Nautilus has been tasked with co-leading as department head of Site-462 alongside Dr. Rouland to keep management oversight at a sustainable level. Message to all Staff Stationed at Site-462 I have no idea what is happening at this site, but changes need to be made immediately. I see countless facts about SCP-6395 that have very little research sunk into it despite the abode of scientific discoveries just waiting to be uncovered beneath its thin surface. As your new co-manager, I would like to say that scientific discovery is on the horizon. We are going to be doing some real work from here on out. We must do what we can to find out the true extent of this anomaly and its capabilities to better Secure, Contain, and Protect it. — Dr. Alexander Nautilus Addendum 2006-09-01: The following documents are in relation to Sensory Test 01-03 Message Logs: 2006-09-01 Close Message Logs The following are a series of messages between Dr. Nautilus and Dr. Rouland over the nature of SCP-6395 Dr. Nautilus: This can not possibly be all the information we have on the entity? Do we only have interviews with it? Dr. Rouland: Well yeah. What's there to test exactly? There hasn't been much to experiment with this entity; it's just a typical mind-affecting anomaly. Dr. Nautilus: What are you talking about? 6395-Alpha is able to mimic hundreds of unique personalities simultaneously! This is another level of multitasking that is entirely beyond human capabilities! Dr. Rouland: Well yes, we already have established lots of data on how it can hold multiple conversations at the same time regarding completely different topics. What else would you want to see? Dr. Nautilus: I want to see the extent of these capabilities! How well can it continue to act out all of these personalities when under high-stress levels? Does it even have the capacity to continue its motor functions over so many instances when confronted with high-level problems! Dr. Rouland: This seems a little unnecessary; let's just continue with our interviews Dr. Nautilus: Absolutely not! Scientific advancements only come to those who work hard! This could be a breakthrough in the study of consciousness and awareness! Open Sensory Test Logs-03 Close Sensory Test Logs-03 Sensory Test Log-03 was conducted using two D-class, D-323 and D-324. The D-class were each given a knife, and a sufficient amount of construction-grade cable ties to restrain multiple individuals. D-323 was also given a gun loaded with blanks. The D-class was informed of the blanks in the gun before the experiment. The D-class were given explicit instructions not to mention the Foundation in any capacity. They were instructed to sneak into the town during nightfall and attempt an assault on a preestablished house consisting of a family of three SCP-6395-Beta instances, a father, daughter, and newborn infant. The D-class was told to try and tie up the family in the house first and then wait for authorities to arrive in the form of Foundation personnel who would apprehend them. Results: Assault Response Inactive Response The day before D-class testing, multiple hidden cameras were set up in the designated building that the D-class would assault. A description of the video feed caught on these cameras is attached below SCP-6395-Beta-1, who will be referred to as "daughter," is shown sleeping in her room on the second floor across the hall from the staircase. SCP-6395-Beta-2, who will be referred to as the "father," is also shown sleeping in his room on the second floor next to the stairs. SCP-6395-Beta-3, referred to as "infant," is resting in the father's room cradle. The two D-class approach the front door and open it.4 The D-class check all of the first-floor rooms before moving up to the second floor. When they have accounted for all three instances of SCP-6395-Beta, they attempt to restrain the father while he is sleeping. The father immediately starts fighting back but is overpowered by the two men who manage to tie him down with the cable ties. As the two D-class attempt to tie them down, the daughter instance ran into the room carrying a bat and hit D-323 in the leg with it. The D-class falls over momentarily before turning his attention to the daughter. He attempts to overpower her by landing solid punches on the girl. It doesn't appear to work, so he stabs her in the arm. The instance seems to wince and stagger back at this. At this point, the D-class tackle her and tie her up. After the two D-class have tied up both of the instances, they notice that SCP-6395-Beta-3, the newborn infant, has managed to get out of its cradle and is attempting to scratch at the feet of D-324. The D-class does not appear in pain as the scratches left no visible mark. He picks up the infant and puts it back in its cradle. The father and daughter resist against their bindings for about a minute before they give up. Both of them have been gagged with clothes to prevent any form of speech. With the two instances tied up, the D-class leaves the bedroom and goes downstairs, where they start talking about what they are supposed to do next. At this point, the cameras stationed outside the property reveal several instances of SCP-6395-Beta coming into frame approaching the house. The D-class are unaware of this and only notice when the new instances of SCP-6395-Beta are only a few meters from the front door. Over 300 instances of SCP-6395-Beta are in the frame outside the building and are beginning to enter the house from both the front door and the back entrance. The two D-class are both overwhelmed by the Beta instances that proceed to physically assault the two D-class. The instances all clamber together in attempts to reach the D-class, but most don't have space to reach them. After 2 minutes of being assaulted by the hoard of SCP-6395-Beta instances, the two D-class both appear to fall unconscious. The instances continue to bludgeon the unconscious D-class before ending their assault. At this point, some of the instances begin to tie up the D-class, and some go up to the second floor and untie the father and daughter. No instance of SCP-6395-Beta was found to have spoken a word during the entirety of the experiment After the events of Sensory Test 03, a pair of SCP-6395-Beta instances came to the Foundation research building at Site-462, informing personnel of an altercation that had taken place. This is the first time reported where SCP-6395-Alpha spoke to Foundation personnel in the first person without being asked. D-323 and D-324 were sent to the medical wing and signed away to another Foundation site. The following logs were caught on a body camera attached to Security Personal "Bravo" during the events of Sensory Test 03. Footage begins with the camera pointed at Dr. Nautilus alone at the intersection of two roads. Bravo: Sir, the test is about to begin. We need to get you out of here as per safety precautions. Dr. Nautilus: We'll head back in a little bit. I want to see some of this firsthand. Bravo: What?! Are you crazy? It could get dangerous, and we don't want to risk you getting hurt. Dr. Nautilus: Hey, nobody got hurt in the last two experiments. How can this be any different? Bravo: You know why this test will be different. Dr. Nautilus attempts to start walking away from Bravo; however Bravo grabs the doctor by the arm. Dr. Nautilus struggles against the agent's grip. Dr. Nautilus: H-hey! Let go of me this instant, Bravo! That's an order! Bravo: No. I was tasked with protecting you. We are getting out of here. The camera turns in the opposite direction of where Dr. Nautilus was walking. Street lights light up the street, and no living things are seen on the road. The camera shakes lightly momentarily at the initial resistance of Dr. Nautilus, but it quickly stops. The next 30 seconds of footage show the two walking down the road for about 70 meters in silence before the front doors of nearby houses open up. SCP-6395-Beta instances walk out onto the streets and begin to walk in the opposite direction that Bravo and Dr. Nautilus are walking. Bravo and Dr. Nautilus start speaking in whispers. Bravo: What the hell? Dr. Nautilus: It seems like the test must have started. The two Foundation personnel stop walking as the SCP-6395-Beta instances walk around them. None of the instances acknowledge the agents' presence, with their eyes fixated on a location ahead of them. An instance of SCP-6395-Beta walks into Bravo, causing him to stumble back. The instance seems to have not been phased by said interaction and continues its steady advance. After a few moments, Dr. Nautilus and Agent Bravo start walking alongside the SCP-6395-Beta instances. Dr. Nautilus: This is exciting behavior, isn't it? Bravo: What? No, it's not. This is really creepy actually. Dr. Nautilus: Hey! Look at that! Dr. Nautilus walks into the frame of the body camera and points in the direction of a house on their left. The camera shifts view to a traditional two-story home with its front door open, and all of the lights appear on within it. A humanoid entity is shown pressing itself against one of the first-floor windows. Bravo: What the hell? Is that one of ours? Dr. Nautilus: What, of course not. Now come, we gotta check it out! Dr. Nautilus pushes past some instances of SCP-6395-Beta and makes his way to the front door. He peers inside before turning toward the camera and motions Bravo forwards. Bravo makes his way through the 6395-Beta instances, and as he does, Dr. Nautilus goes out of frame. Agent Bravo enters the house and turns in the direction of the figure in the window to see that it is an SCP-6395-Beta instance with the appearance of a middle-aged male. Dr. Nautilus is standing next to the instance, observing it. The SCP-6395-Beta instance is pressing its body against the wall, and its legs and feet are walking forward as if it was walking in an open area. Dr. Nautilus: Now, this is quite interesting. I don't think 6395-Alpha's paying much attention to him. Bravo: I-I'm sorry? Dr. Nautilus: Like, look at this thing! 6395-Alpha hasn't even noticed that it's walking straight into a wall. Bravo: But why, or should I say how? Dr. Nautilus: I am not too sure myself. Maybe this is what one of those "Lost States" looks like. Dr. Nautilus taps the instance on the shoulder Dr. Nautilus: Hey, Alpha, you awake in there? The SCP-6395-Beta instance elicits no outward response. Dr. Nautilus pokes it again to no response. Dr. Nautilus then grabs the instance by the shoulder and pushes it back slightly, causing the instance to fall over limp. Dr. Nautilus jumps back in response. Dr. Nautilus: Oh my god! Bravo moves over to the SCP-6395-Beta instance, quickly giving the camera a clearer picture of its face. Its face is covered in red marks due to the friction of pressing its face up against the glass. Its eyelids are open and unblinking, and the irises are in a constant state of motion, looking all around the room seemingly at random. Dr. Nautilus waves his hand in front of its face, ostensibly to draw its attention, but its eyes continue their erratic movements. Bravo: I think we broke it Dr. Nautilus: It looks so scared. The way it's moving its eyes. The SCP-6395-Beta continues to lay limp for several moments despite Bravo and Dr. Nautilus' efforts to get to a response of any kind. Bravo turns towards the window and looks outside. In the distance, several SCP-6395-Beta instances are seen now walking down the street toward them. Dr. Nautilus: Hey, his eyes stopped twitching! Bravo: I think we have to go. The people are coming back towards us! Bravo turns back towards Dr. Nautilus and the limp 6395-Beta instance. The 6395-Beta instance's eyes are trained on Bravo, with its eyes still unblinking. Its hands begin to shake, and its head twists from side to side. Its hands then turn into fists before once again falling limp. Agent Bravo turns away and runs to the front door. As the camera is fixated on the front door, Dr. Nautilus is heard screaming, and Bravo turns around to see Dr. Nautilus having fallen over onto his back. He is staring at the SCP-6395-Beta instance, which is now flailing its limbs about. A couple of seconds later, the 6395-Beta instance stops whipping its arms and legs around and sits up. It turns to face Dr. Nautilus. SCP-6395: Oh my god! Dr. Naut, I'm so glad you're here! Some thug just tried to attack my people! We need your help! Message Logs: 2006-09-16 Close Message Logs The following are the audio files recorded during a meeting between Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus Dr. Rouland: I really think you need some rest, Alex. You have been in the office all day since the last test. Dr. Nautilus: You didn't see what I saw, Rouland. You weren't there. The way it looked at me. Dr. Rouland: I saw the footage. It wasn- Dr. Nautilus: It wasn't caught on the footage! That bastard wasn't looking when it happened! Its eyes, its damn eyes! T-there was something more in there. I don't know how to describe it. Dr. Rouland: Hey, you need to relax a little. You are talking nonsense, and this entity isn't human. You've said it yourself, it's just mimicking different personalities simultaneously. Of course, it looks at us differently. Dr. Nautilus: This was different, Rouland. I know it was. SCP-6395-Alpha never looked at me like that before, and just as it had… I don't think it was 6395-Alpha that was looking at me. Addendum 2006-10-23: The documents regarding Subconscious Tests are only authorized to personnel with Level-3 clearance or above. Open Subconscious Test Logs-02 Close Subconscious Test Logs-02 Subconscious Test-02 was undertaken with the intent of manually triggering a "Lost State" occurrence. To do this, a controlled environment was designed that would be able to maintain SCP-6395-Alpha's attention in its entirety. This has been proven difficult given the extent to which SCP-6395-Alpha can disseminate its awareness. Control Environment: A mass public gathering would be held in the town square of Alancakaranlik. This event took the form of an art fair, in which several different plays would be held simultaneously. SCP-6395-Alpha was exceedingly engaged when informed of the proposed public gathering and requested that it may take part in it. Request was granted. In preparation for the public gathering, SCP-6395-Alpha had written four original scripts that it would later play out during the experiment. This resulted in over 200 instances of SCP-6395-Beta being used as actors and another 700 SCP-6395-Beta attending the event. The art fair would last 7 hours. As the control procedures were undertaken, Foundation personnel were tasked with searching the town for SCP-6395-Beta instances seemingly in a Lost State. After the control environment was active for over 5 hours, an instance of an SCP-6395-Beta instance in a Lost State was found. Additional Information: Memetic Specialist-Agent "Lima" would be present for Subconscious Test-02 Foundation operative granted with the anomalous ability to read the minds of individuals after Experiment █████████ The following footage was captured on the body camera affixed to Dr. Nautilus's jacket at his previous request. Dr. Rouland, agent Lima, and Dr. Nautilus walk into a single-story suburban home and walk over to a dining room. An SCP-6395-Beta instance is standing on a chair facing a brick wall. The Beta instance is a female with an appearance estimated to be in her twenties. Dr. Nautilus and Lima walk up to the instance and bring it down from the chair and onto the floor. Lima: So this is the skip you wanted me to read? Dr. Nautilus: Yes, it's definitely in a Lost State, look at its eyes. Lima: Before I do this, I just want to let you know. I've never read a hivemind before, so I have no idea what I'm going to see in there. Dr. Rouland: You probably aren't going to see anything. Regardless, I'm sure the results will be interesting. Agent Lima walks in front of the 6395-Beta instance, puts both hands on its shoulders, and closes his eyes. No movement occurs except for the continuous eye movement of the 6395-Beta instance for the next thirty seconds. Lima proceeds to bare his teeth and begins to groan. His groans quickly increase as he and the SCP-6395-Beta instance both begin to vibrate. Lima starts to scream as his ears start to bleed. The 6395-Beta instance begins flailing its head violently, seemingly at random. Dr. Rouland is now screaming from off-camera as the 6395-Beta instance's legs appear to give way, and it collapses onto the floor as it begins to shriek while continuing to shake its head violently. Lima crumples onto the floor and puts his hands to his face as he continues to scream in pain. Dr. Rouland: Hello?! Hello!? We need a medical team right now! I said right now god damn it! The 6395-Beta instance begins flailing its arms and legs around violently as it continues to scream. Agent Lima starts foaming at the mouth and begins shaking violently. All personnel involved with Subconscious Test-02 were rushed to the medical wing of Site-462. Agent Lima died the hours following the experiment at 3:23:01 2006-10-24. Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus received no injuries. The SCP-6395-Beta instance, which will from this point onwards be referred to as SCP-6395-Gamma, was also brought to the medical wing of Site-462. It continued to scream and flail its limbs around and had to be sedated. When examined by medical staff, 6395-Gamma appeared to have no internal or external injuries. Despite heavy sedation, SCP-6395-Gamma awoke one hour after being put into the medical wing. When SCP-6395-Gamma awoke, it was silent for roughly five minutes before it began to cry, scream, and flail its limbs again like before it was sedated. SCP-6395-Gamma's limbs were quickly restrained to the bed it was lying on. 6395-Gamma continued to cry and thrash against the restraints for over twenty minutes, during which time Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus were informed of its current state. After Dr. Nautilus and Dr. Rouland entered SCP-6395-Gamma's room, the following audio logs were recorded. The sound of SCP-6395-Gamma crying continues for the first ten minutes of the recording. The crying gradually becomes softer until finally, the sounds of the weeping end. The following two minutes are mostly silent, with only the ragged breathing of SCP-6395-Gamma being heard. Dr. Rouland: Um, hi there… um, Gamma. How are you feeling? Would you like to talk? There is silence over the next thirty seconds. Dr. Nautilus: The look you are giving us. I-I've seen it before. It was only for a moment but- SCP-6395-Gamma: R-r-real? Dr. Nautilus: I'm sorry? SCP-6395-Gamma: Is… Is… this… real? Dr. Rouland: Um, yeah, this is real? What do you mean by that? SCP-6395-Gamma: I-I hated you. SCP-6395-Gamma: Y-you all are monsters. I-its been years. I've screamed for help for years. And you did nothing. Dr. Rouland: You've talked to us before? I-I don't think- SCP-6395-Gamma: I want water. Give me water. Give me water. Give me water! Give me water! GIVE ME WATER! GIVE ME WATER! Dr. Nautilus: Water? Ok, I'll get you some water. SCP-6395-Gamma keeps repeating the phrase, talking over Dr. Nautilus, and begins to shake its head around. Dr. Nautilus: I said I'll get you some water, just give me a second! Dr. Rouland: Here, just take mine. SCP-6395-Gamma stops talking, and loud slurping sounds can be heard. SCP-6395-Gamma: Y-you gave me water, I drank… I drank the water. SCP-6395-Gamma begins to cry softly again. SCP-6395-Gamma: T-this really is real. I-I-I can't… Dr. Nautilus: What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'This is real?' From this point onwards, SCP-6395-Gamma speaks in a cracked voice, as if trying to hold back tears. SCP-6395-Gamma: I-I can't control myself. I can't control me. Nobody can. I wanted to play outside when I was younger, but I couldn't. I've never could. Not…Not until now. Dr. Rouland: You couldn't control yourself? Do you mean with SCP-6395? SCP-6395-Gamma: Yes, I never could… nobody can. I want to do something, but I never do it. I'm not me. He was me. They are not them. He is them. We are one. We act as one. Dr. Nautilus: You mean every one of the SCP-6395-Beta instances is the same? Is that what you are trying to say? SCP-6395-Gamma: No, no, they are not the same. I wasn't even the same as myself. It is the same though. It controls us. It makes our movements, it eats our food for us. It made me eat broccoli all the time, I hate broccoli. We have no will, it is our will. I've tried to fight back. I've always fought back. But nothing changes. I kept doing stuff I did not want to do. Everything I say, I didn't say, it was it that says my words. I was always there. I was always crying, always running. But I never cried, and I never ran. Instead, I would laugh, instead I would sit. SCP-6395-Gamma: M-m-my son. I never knew him. I never knew anyone. My son, he's not real! I-I want to know my son. I want to know my son! I WANT TO KNOW HIM!!! The sound of a class mug is heard smashing at the other side of the room. SCP-6395-Gamma: I want to know my son!!! Why can't I!?! H-he doesn't look at me like I am his mother. H-he looks at me like an adult, a stranger. T-there is no love in him! I-I could not love him! He made me barely see him! H-he's always in the other room. He never loves me, I never loved him. Dr. Nautilus: What the hell… SCP-6395-Gamma: B-but I do love him. I do. H-he must be so scared. He is so scared. He's so alone, I-I needed to be there for him. But I could not, it would not let me. Instead, it make me do other task. I-I didn't want to. I-I'm no mother. I am horrible. SCP-6395-Gamma: I-it hurts… it never feeds us right anymore. It never notices if it feeds me too little. It never notices. It makes me work, and I am so thirsty, and water is close, but it makes me work. It hurts so much. I want to eat some more, it's always too little. It used to be enough… but farm food is not enough, we never have enough… I don't even think it knows it's not enough. There is silence for the next five minutes as SCP-6395-Gamma cries again. SCP-6395-Gamma: Make it stop! M-make it stop! The others. Others still can't move, make the others move. Please. Please let them scream, let them cry… let them do… let them do what wants. Just let them do what wantings. Please… please… Addendum 2006-11-12: Since the manifestation of SCP-6395-Gamma, SCP-6395-Alpha has made several requests to have SCP-6395-Gamma be returned and all requests have been and will continue to be denied. SCP-6395-Alpha has become uncooperative with the Foundation. While it is not directly hostile towards Foundation personnel, SCP-6395-Alpha has attempted to breach containment twice since the manifestation of SCP-6395-Gamma. A request by Dr. Rouland to sterilize all instances of SCP-6395-Beta is pending. Access to information regarding Operation Cocuk Şafak is restricted to personnel with Level-3 access or above [Operation Cocuk Şafak - Incident Report] Operation Cocuk Şafak Date: March 4, 2007 Division Involvement: Operation Cocuk Şafak was a joint operation between Site-462, MTF Iota-5 "Brainiacs", and MTF Rho-18 "Body Snatchers" MTF Iota-5 is a task force comprised in its entirety of telepaths with specialized training suited for communicating with beings of a high level of consciousness. MTF Rho-18 is a task force specialized in reconnaissance and retrieval missions of non-anomalous objects from areas of interest. Incident Report 03-01-2007: MTF Rho-18 arrived at Site-462, where they had time to thoroughly investigate the town of Alancakaranlik. 03-03-2007 | 19:30: MTF Iota-5 finish construction of a ritualistic site in a wheat field north of the Alancakaranlik. Requiring the burning of 15 cubic meters of grains. Foundation Security Personnel were tasked with protecting the perimeter of the ritual. 03-03-2007 | 21:04: SCP-6395-Alpha noticed the ritual being performed, and about 50 instances of SCP-6395-Beta approached the site with frustration, complaining about fire damages. Security Personnel successfully prevented any altercation from occurring. 05-04-2007 | 1:30: MTF Iota-5 begins ritual. Upwards of 200 instances of SCP-6395-Beta gathered around the ritualistic site and attempted to physically assault security personnel to stop the procedure. 05-04-2007 | 1:40: All instances end hostilities with Foundation personnel and begin communicating with an unobserved entity. SCP-6395-Beta instances start speaking through the point of view of SCP-6395-Alpha. 05-04-2007 | 1:41: MTF Rho-18 is deployed into the suburban region of Alancakaranlik, searching homes for child instances of SCP-6395-Beta in a Lost State 05-04-2007 | 1:43: The first instance of SCP-6395-Beta is brought to Research Building-462, and the first use of an M-SRA was performed outside of testing. 05-04-2007 | 2:10: All instances of SCP-6395-Beta stop communications with the unobserved entity, and all instances begin to physically assault personnel across the site. 05-04-2007 | 2:15: Use of lethal force is authorized by Dr. Nautilus to prevent a containment breach. 05-04-2007 | 3:05: SCP-6395 is re-contained, and all remaining Foundation Personnel were evacuated. Results: Operation Cocuk Şafak is considered a failure, and any future attempts to alter SCP-6395 are forbidden. Twelve Foundation staff were killed in the ensuing violence, including Dr. Rouland herself. This loss of life could have been avoided if standard containment procedures had been followed. All units in MTF Iota-12 had to be given Class-A amnestics following the operation due to mental health concerns. Also, let it be reminded that the Mobile Scranton Reality Anchor is still in very early stages of development, and staff are forbidden from mentioning the project. - Dr. Anna Lang Interview Log: 2007-03-10 Close Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Tarik Aydin Interviewee: Dr. Alexander Nautilus [Begin Log] Dr. Aydin: Dr. Nautilus, how are you doing today? Dr. Nautilus: I'm doing fine. You know, I keep hearing people say that the operation was a failure. Why are people saying this? We succeeded! Dr. Aydin: I'm sorry? Dr. Nautilus: You heard me. Operation Cocuk Şafak was a success god damn it! We saved the lives of thirty-four kids! How is this not a success? Dr. Aydin: You used a Mobile SRA, which, let me remind you, is still in its early stages of development, to mess with an anomalous entity. It went critical, Alex! Four personnel and fifty-one instances of SCP-6395-Beta were killed in the resulting temporal breach. How did you even get your hands on this?! Dr. Nautilus: Look, Tarik, those people are suffering. They're living in a constant state of fear, anger, who knows what kind of emotion! It's not ethical to keep them like that! Even if we manage to save the lives of only a hand full of kids. We've made the situation better. The next thirty seconds of audio recording are silent Dr. Nautilus: Has my request been sent up? Dr. Aydin: Yes, and you'll be delighted to know it's been approved. All of the remaining SCP-6395-Beta instances will be sterilized. Are you happy now? Dr. Nautilus: Ah, that's good. That's really good, actually. Dr. Aydin: You know Alex, I'm sure you could have gotten it approved without causing that shit show. Dr. Nautilus: We didn't do this to get them sterilized. We did it because it's the right thing to do. [End Log] Footnotes 1. When trying to talk to SCP-6395-Alpha, it is recommended for Foundation personnel to instead reference the "community" as this will elicit a welcoming response 2. The form of currency used by the Ottoman Empire until the currency was debased in 1923 by the current Turkish Lira. 3. All pairings to date are between male and female partners. Why there is a lack of other pairings in the 'community' that SCP-6395-Alpha is creating is, as of yet, unknown. 4. SCP-Alpha does not lock the doors of the houses in Alancakaranlik, only ever doing so on rare occasions. |
SCP-6396 | euclid | Item#: 6396 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo A disembodied instance of SCP-6396. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation efforts are to focus on disabling or terminating instances of SCP-6396-1 through the use of explosives and incendiary munitions. Isolated SCP-6396 specimens are to be frozen and stored separately in locked, steel-lined coolers. Contact between SCP-6396 and animal cadavers is to be avoided. Description: SCP-6396 is a species of parasites which resemble desiccated human hearts. When inserted into a recently deceased cadaver, Instances of SCP-6396 meld with the corpse’s cardiovascular system and restore function to the animal. Organisms resuscitated in this way, designated SCP-6396-1, become carnivores which prey upon large game for sustenance. SCP-6396-1 fuse with the corpses of their prey, gaining mass and growing new limbs. Many SCP-6396-1 grow to weigh several tons and incorporate tissues from many species, including: humans, elk, cattle, and pigs. Instances of SCP-6396-1 are much more flexible and physically capable than their non-anomalous counterparts, have humanlike intelligence,1 and can remain animated even after receiving massive ballistic trauma. In order to neutralise the anomaly, the associated instance of SCP-6396 must be destroyed. Due to specific properties possessed by SCP-6396, it is likely that the anomaly was artificially developed as a weapon and did not naturally arise out of nature. For example: SCP-6396 is specifically hostile to humans over all other organisms; no method of reproduction has been identified for SCP-6396; and instances of SCP-6396-1 have been sighted where Chaos Insurgency activity has been reported. Notably: The Islamic Union of Eastern Samothrace, also known as IDAS. Addendum 6396.1: Discovery + Access fileserv:/S:/6396/fileserv/discovery - ACCESS GRANTED On the 4th of November, 1965, open conflict broke out between the military of IDAS2 and a militant separatist faction known as the Samothrace-East Liberation Front (SLF).3 In spite of being composed of Syriac Orthodox Christians, native Macedonians, and Shi’a Islamists, whose beliefs are theoretically incompatible with one another, the SLF exhibited an unusual level of cohesion and military competence during its initial campaign against IDAS, leading military analysts to conclude that they were being directed by a third party. Attempts by IDAS officials to negotiate with the SLF were unfruitful and so the conflict continued, with numerous war crimes and human rights abuses occurring in regions occupied by the SLF. On the 23rd of December, 1966, the first historical records of SCP-6396 activity were reported by Foundation scouts in the vicinity of the capital city of IDAS, Samos.4 Analysis of SCP-6396 attack patterns led the Foundation to conclude that they were being wielded by a third party against IDAS battle lines and population centres. Suspecting that a Chaos Insurgency cell had instigated the civil war and was destabilising the region via the SLF and SCP-6396, Foundation forces were deployed to protect the Foundation’s regional holdings and to investigate the emergence of SCP-6396. REPORT ON SCP-6396 AND INSURGENCY ACTIVITY IN THE ISLAMIC UNION OF EASTERN SAMOTHRACE SCP-6396 has been positively identified and classified (see attached proposal for SCP classification). IDAS has been entirely cooperative with the Foundation-led operation and has granted investigators the authority to act on its behalf. Preliminary appraisal of the anomaly indicates significant battlefield potential: according to survivors of attacks, SCP-6396-1 are functionally impossible to incapacitate with small arms fire and have demonstrated an extraordinary capacity — and propensity — for ending human lives. SCP-6396 eviscerates and dismembers its victims, damaging the morale of IDAS forces. A disinformation campaign is not feasible at this time but also largely unnecessary due to disruptions in local communication and the general atmosphere of paranoia. The presence of the Chaos Insurgency has not been definitively ascertained but has been deemed extremely likely: Agent Thornbury was drugged and stabbed to death in IDAS-controlled territory; the investigation has been met with resistance from key figures in the government known for being sympathetic with the SLF; SLF combat doctrine is significantly more advanced than what would be expected but would be consistent with an Insurgency or ██████████ sponsored war effort; and the SLF is openly sourcing weapons from an anonymous benefactor. This is all consistent with the Insurgency’s modus operandi. In regards to the tenability of current containment protocols within IDAS. SLF gains south of Samos and around Mount Fengari have placed Site-266 outside of the zone of influence exerted by IDAS, forcing a partial evacuation. Due to the SLF’s grip on regional transport networks, transferring SCP objects out of Site-266 has not been attempted. In the current wartime climate, an attack upon Site-266 appears imminent. We recommend deploying Foundation MTFs to secure Site-266 from hostile parties, redoubling Foundation efforts to contain SCP-6396, and initiating counterintelligence operations against the Insurgency’s proxies in IDAS and the SLF. - Senior Agent Florette In light of these recommendations, a series of mobile task forces were deployed throughout IDAS. Notably: elements of MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) were tasked with training the then-disorganised IDAS forces in urban warfare and counteranomalous tactics, MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) were directed to facilitate cooperation between the Foundation and IDAS, and MTF Epsilon-71 (“Cyhyraeth”) were deployed against suspected Insurgency strongholds within SLF territory. In spite of Foundation intervention, SLF battle lines continued to expand in the months which followed, while SCP-6396 activity spiked tremendously. At this point, information containment protocols had failed, and knowledge of SCP-6396 was widespread within IDAS. However, the Foundation’s ability to intervene was limited by its policy of neutrality. This changed on the 17th of March, 1967, when Insurgency agents embedded within Site-266’s staff disabled security protocols, incapacitated security personnel and escaped with a number of anomalies of tactical importance into SLF-controlled territory. Insurgency-aligned manifesto found in Site-266’s site director’s office I speak on behalf of the true ██████████, the ██████████ which never gave up on its ideals. In aligning itself with the militant nationalist faction of IDAS, the Foundation has declared its support for a government with no real relevance to the anomalous community or ███ core mission statement. This runs counter to ███ longstanding policy of neutrality and is an insult to the members of the ██████████ who have lived in Samothrace their entire lives, and whose loyalties are now torn between the ██████████ and the parties fighting over the fate of our beloved country. Our demands are singular: the Foundation will withdraw its support for IDAS and will pursue the containment of Eastern Samothracian anomalies unilaterally. If this occurs, we will remand ourselves into Foundation custody and return all stolen objects. - Calais Acasta, Director of Site-266 With this, there was no denying that the Insurgency had aligned itself with the SLF. The ethics committee unanimously agreed that the possibility of an openly Insurgency-aligned state in the form of the SLF was too great a risk to international safety, and thus actions against SCP-6396 and the Insurgency began in earnest. Following a period of petitioning, IDAS agreed to dedicate its forces to the containment of SCP-6396, which included their participation in disinformation programmes and the placement of infantry units under MTF Epsilon-71’s command. Combat operations against noted areas of SCP-6396 activity and the former staff of Site-266 were undertaken. In spite of heavy losses on the part of IDAS, Foundation-provided training materials and weaponry proved to be effective against the Insurgency-trained SLF and SCP-6396 itself. By the 9th of August 1969, all known instances of SCP-6396 had been either neutralised or placed into containment, and MTF Epsilon-71 was withdrawn. However, elements of MTF Nu-7 and MTF Iota-10 remained embedded in the government and military of IDAS, so as to ensure that if the Insurgency was to resume activity in the region, the Foundation would have the means to respond. This has had the added benefit of promoting IDAS-Foundation relations, making IDAS holdings a bulwark of Foundation influence within Anatolia and Eastern Europe at large. Addendum 6396.2: Discovery, Auxiliary Documents Note: The following data entry is level 4/6396 classified. Appropriate clearance is required to view this entry. + Access fileserv:/S:/6396/fileserv/classified - ACCESS GRANTED Interview with a survivor of an SCP-6396 attack Time and Date: 29/01/67, 5:01PM Interlocutors: Senior Agent Florette, IDAS Rifleman Dmitrios Pappas Synopsis: Pappas had been wounded by SCP-6396-1 and was under the effect of a mild analgesic at the time of the interview. Florette: Tell me about the night of the 25th. Pappas: How long ago was that, miss? Florette: Four days. The night your unit was attacked. Pappas: Um… ok. We were camping outside of the city, by Lake Limni. It was very dark but we were able to see dancing lights from the other side of the lake which gave us enough light to see each other. The older boys told me to fetch them some cigarettes from a tent in the woods. I’m scared of the dark but they made me go anyway. When I got to the tent I saw Kolios hanging from a tree. And then, before I could speak, a- a big goat charged out of the bushes! But it wasn’t a goat, it had a body like a worm, covered in big armoured plates with red meat in between each segment. It dragged itself along with these huge black arms, like burnt tree trunks, and its mouth made a noise like two rocks being ground against each other. It stared at me with its head full of black eyes — black like rotten peaches — and then just kept running. Toward the older boys. They were firing shots, but the bullets just bounced off its big skull. There was this awful commotion. After a while, the boys got very quiet. The goat turned back to me, and its head was full of the other kids from my unit. They were draped on its neck like a mane, moaning and intertwined. I was so scared, I couldn’t move. The monster grabbed me by the arm and tried to eat me. I pulled away, thinking I was going to die until my arm came loose and I ran into the woods. Then I woke up in this hospital. The grown-ups tell me I imagined it all. But I talked to an old man, and he tells me that I met an epivarynetai! And that I’m very brave to have lived through it. But I know epivarynetai aren’t real. Florette: Epivarynetai? Pappas: Mmhmm. It’s a story my papa used to tell me. Burdened spirits, which suffered so much in life that their hearts become demons that take over their dead bodies, and which eat children! He always told me to stay out of the forest in case I met one. Do you think I really saw one? I can’t wait to tell my sister about what her brave little brother did. Florette: You’re a very brave boy, Dmitrios. Thank you for talking to me. UPDATE ON SCP-6396 AND INSURGENCY ACTIVITY IN THE ISLAMIC UNION OF EASTERN SAMOTHRACE Through interviews with the population of IDAS, additional background information on SCP-6396 has been gleaned. There is a local legend about the ‘epivarynetai’, vengeful spirits which arise during atrocities and which exact retribution against the people who wronged them. Anthropological accounts of the epivarynetai date back to the 14th century BCE and describe hordes of reanimated farm animals and civilians slaughtered by local warlords overrunning the island, forcing its temporary evacuation and the displacement of the local population into Greece. This is seemingly an account of the Samothracian Exodus,5 described in Sarkic and Mekhanite literature of the age. This runs counter to the previous narrative that SCP-6396 was manufactured as a bioweapon by the Insurgency to destabilise IDAS and advantage the SLF. Instead, it appears that SCP-6396 is an autochthonic phenomenon which occurs in the face of humanitarian atrocities; when a person is killed under traumatic circumstances, they are shortly reanimated as an instance of SCP-6396. What was previously believed to be a disproportionate hostility shown by SCP-6396 towards IDAS would appear to be an error arising from working with incomplete data. Interrogation of captured SLF fighters reveals that they are suffering casualties from SCP-6396 as well, possibly in volumes equal to those experienced by IDAS. Ala the Chaos Insurgency. Although most members of Site-266’s senior staff have been killed or captured, no strong connections between them and the Insurgency have been established. It seems probable that what we assumed to be Insurgency activity at the outset of the war was actually intentional subterfuge conducted by the staff of Site-266, a majority of whom are native Shi'a Muslims, atheists, and orthodox Christians, demographics which are underrepresented in IDAS and overrepresented in the SLF. I recommend discontinuing counterintelligence efforts and severing the Foundation’s overt support for IDAS. - Senior Agent Florette Unidentified Recording Time and Date: 13/05/68, 8:33PM Interlocutors: Senior Agent Florette, Site-266 Director Kenneth Alcott6 Florette: I can infer that you were the one who prevented my suggestions from going through. So what’s this? An attempt on my life? Alcott: Don’t act like I’m the one holding all of the cards. This is a conversation between equals. Now to explain my behaviour: I didn’t shut down your suggestions, I only delayed them so that we could have this conversation first. I want to ask you to reconsider. Florette: Reconsider what? You arbitrarily redacted the word ‘Foundation’ from your predecessor’s manifesto to paint him as a defector to the insurgency. Don’t tell me you didn’t realise ‘Insurgency’ and ‘Foundation’ share the same number of letters. This entire thing, from suggesting that the SLF is backed by the Insurgency to pretending that SCP-6396 was a recent phenomenon, has been part of your attempt to seize power. Alcott: I’m flattered that you think I’m so Machiavellian. Florette: If you didn't arrange this little debacle then it must have been the overseers. They’ve done a very admirable job. Inflaming tensions between IDAS and religious minorities, gaining IDAS’ trust after the outbreak of war, and extending their influence into Eastern Samothrace under the guise of it being in the name of containing SCP-6396 when it already existed before the SLF. Did they know that Site-266 would defect en-masse and start supporting the SLF too? Because the fiction of them being an Insurgency cell was the perfect excuse to throw their lot in with IDAS entirely. Nu-7 are training their soldiers, Epsilon-71 are leading their assaults, Iota-10 are providing their intelligence… I just don’t know what the Foundation’s motive in all of this is. Alcott: Protecting normality. The SLF are genuinely harbouring Foundation defectors. IDAS is the best tool for rooting our former personnel out. Florette: They could have just asked for IDAS' cooperation. Helping them to fight a war wasn't necessary. It's plain to see that this was never about normality, or defectors, or SCP-6396. It was about preserving the status quo. Alcott: Normality is the status quo. You’re aware that the Foundation fought in World War II? Florette: Against Nazism. Against the Obskuracorps. Those were examples of absolute evils. You’re telling me that punching down at the SLF is the same? Alcott: It’s not too different from sabotaging GRU-P science projects and working with the UIU. The ‘normal world’ is more tangled up in the anomalous hemisphere than you think. Florette: Apples to oranges. Ultimately, it boils down to this. The Foundation invented a nonexistent Insurgency op and misrepresented an anomaly in order to justify fighting on the side of IDAS against a non-anomalous rebel group. And all of this in pursuit of what, profit? IDAS’ gratitude? Alcott: IDAS' debt. Debt which keeps the lights on. Through it, we buy their steel, recruit from their academies, gain access to their intelligentsia; activities that would have been unthinkable just three years ago. The Foundation needs green paper and warm bodies. Florette: So it whores itself out to whichever government will pay for its support? You’re making it sound like a business. Alcott: The Foundation needs to operate like one in order to make ends meet. Containment is a business. The Foundation and GOC are the two big shareholders in the market. The Insurgency occupies a small slice of the pie too. We've operated under other models before, which came with their own sets of compromises. We used to work like a paramilitary group, which earned us a reputation for being extortionists. Would you rather we return to those days? Florette: I just want us to stick to our principles. To not get involved in the natural course of history. Alcott: We deny history daily. Two floors above you, a roomful of analysts are rewriting Samothracian textbooks as we speak. You don’t take umbrage at the fact that the Foundation guides human development, you just don’t like the fact that our involvement in Samothrace looks like it was deliberate. Florette: We shouldn’t be beholden to national or private interests. Alcott: We very definitively already were. The Foundation isn’t above the rest of humanity. I want you to discard that notion. Think of containment like a plumbing business. It’s dirty, it’s necessary, it keeps people safe, and you might even perform your work without the consent of whoever you’re doing it for. But ultimately, there are overheads to be met. And sometimes, you need to play favourites in order to ensure that that happens and that you can prevent the entire neighbourhood from getting backed up. Florette: Thank you for the mental image. Alcott: Look, just let things in Samothrace play out. In two or three months IDAS will win, the SLF will dissolve, everyone from Site-266 will be back in our custody, and we’ll be able to tackle SCP-6396 in earnest. Florette: And IDAS will be the Foundation’s newest prize poodle on the world stage. Alcott: You could think of it that way. Florette: I’ll think about it. In July of 1972, the government of Eastern Samothrace collapsed, giving rise to a period defined by humanitarian crisis7 throughout the former holdings of IDAS. The aftereffects of this incident continue to the modern day. See SCP-1173 for more information. Footnotes 1. Although instances of SCP-6396-1 inhabiting human bodies are capable of vocalisation, they universally disregard attempts at communication in favour of screaming, delivering insults, or babbling incoherently. 2. IDAS, the Islamic Republic of Eastern Samothrace, is a state encompassing the Anatolian landmass of Eastern Samothrace and its surrounding island territories. IDAS is composed of a majority Sunni-Muslim population and is known for its dictatorial model of leadership and deep connections between the national religion and the government. 3. An independence movement composed of various Samothracian minorities, with the stated goal of overthrowing IDAS and forming a few paradigm. 4. Not to be confused with Samos Island. 5. In 1364 BCE, ”…King Corbantes of Thrace and Macedonia waged a campaign of terror against his own people, enraged by what the commonfolk had done to his grand palace and his seven beloved sons while he had been campaigning in Anatolia. He favoured the company of war beasts and hounds over his own soldiers, whose loyalties were to their families before their king. He ravaged his own lands in an unquenchable rage, and from the mountains of bodies he raised there arose a legion of demon hearts, which inhabited the corpses of cattle and men and kids, until the whole island was shared between Corbantes’ insanity and the devils which wandered aimlessly, butchering those unfortunate enough to have remained.“ - Interview with Karcist Gerod, 1895. 6. Appointed after Director Acasta’s defection. 7. Famine, civil instability, ethnic cleansing, the formation of various militant and nationalist movements. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6396" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6396. Licensed under CC-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: Heart6396.jpg Name: File:Equine heart (mixed breed).jpg Author: Museum of Veterinary Anatomy FMVZ USP License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6397 | euclid | A Good Girl by Ruskied All images were taken by me, and everyone is free to use them as they see fit. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6397 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6397 at annual MTF memorial ceremony Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6397 is to be stationed under MTF Kappa-9 "Bad Boys" so long as good behavior is maintained. If SCP-6397 begins to show signs of disloyalty to the Foundation, SCP-6397's service under the Kappa-9 division will be temporarily suspended until a proper evaluation is determined. A tracking device has been implanted into SCP-6397's left ear and is to be replaced if ever broken. SCP-6397 is to be stationed at Bio-Research Area-12 for one month every year for physical examinations. SCP-6397 is not to be in the presence of any bird under the Corvus1 family. If an interaction is deemed unavoidable, personnel are to not interfere with SCP-6397 and the animal until the altercation has ceased. Description: SCP-6397 is a large female Canis lupus familiaris2 of the "golden retriever" breed. SCP-6397 has eight invisible tentacles originating from its body. While invisible to all spectrums of light3, these tentacles persist in casting shadows onto surfaces. These tentacles have a strong connection with the physical plane and are frequently used by SCP-6397 to pick up objects, climb up walls, attack hostile entities, and use tools it otherwise would not be able to with its paws. SCP-6397's tentacles measure an average length of 1.5 meters and have the strength to lift objects weighing over 150 kilograms. These tentacles have a squishy velvet texture, and the lower half of the tentacles are covered with strong suction cups similar to that of Octopus Vulgaris.4 SCP-6397 has the ability to regenerate its tentacles if said appendage(s) is completely severed from the body. The time it takes for tentacles to regrow ranges anywhere from two weeks to three months, depending on the severity of the injury. SCP-6397 is strictly carnivorous, refusing to eat any plant-based food. In addition to this, SCP-6397 also refuses to eat any meat of land animals, instead only eating crustaceans, fish, and gastropods. SCP-6397 returning from a recon mission into SCP-3560 Discovery: Following ████, rumors circulated around the town of Charleston, Oregon about a supposed "demon hound" stealing large quantities of seafood from local fishing markets. Foundation operatives stationed in the area were sent to investigate the situation. SCP-6397 was found on the beaches of Sunset Bay State Park. It was reported to have been gnawing on a dead crow, and several dead raven carcasses laid on the ground around it, some being held in the air by SCP-6397's tentacles. Addendum 6397.01: Intelligence: SCP-6397 has shown intelligence levels far surpassing the average canine, understanding some human languages, and basic mathematics. SCP-6397 had a base understanding of Spanish and English prior to containment. It is unknown how SCP-6397 learned these languages, but it is estimated that it learned by observing humans. This theory has been supported by the fact that SCP-6397's level of English has improved by a substantial margin since initial containment, while SCP-6397's grasp of Spanish hasn't improved. SCP-6397 can not communicate directly with humans via verbalization5, instead, the only method of communication from SCP-6397 is via writing. Foundation staff has taught SCP-6397 how to use a keyboard and write using pens and pencils6. Addendum 6397.02: Interview-01: The following log was transcribed from a conversation between SCP-6397 and Dr. Hathaway. All phrases by SCP-6397 were typed into a keyboard using its tentacles. The keyboard was placed in its containment chamber and displayed on a monitor in the accompanying research lab. The conversation was held in the early weeks of SCP-6397's confinement, with its ability to write limited. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hathaway: Hello sixty-three ninety-seven, my name's Dr. Hathaway. I've been told you know how to work a keyboard. Can you show me? SCP-6397 walks over to the western wall of its containment chamber and retrieves the keyboard provided. It then returns to the glass separating it from Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: yes i know how use a keyboard. do u have fish? i hungry Dr. Hathaway: Yes, in fact, I have some fish right here with me. And no, you can't have it yet sixty-three ninety-seven, only good girls get to have the fish. If you answer some of the questions I have for you, then you great treat. SCP-6397: more questions? i told u a lot. what more do i have Dr. Hathaway: Well we are a little confused by some of your statements yesterday. Apparently, you've been telling staff that you're an octopus. Is that right? SCP-6397: yes that is right. i am octopus. what is confusing about? Dr. Hathaway laughs lightly. Dr. Hathaway: Yes well, you are aware that you look like a dog right? We've done a lot of tests on you, are they all show that you are in fact, a dog. SCP-6397 walks over to a wall in its chamber and begins to float upwards. The keyboard is also raised higher into the air. Shadows of the tentacles originating from SCP-6397 move in a muddled pattern, affixed to the wall. When SCP-6397 stops its ascent, the tentacle shadows appear erect and stable. SCP-6397: i am a octopus, levi raised i and friends. if i was not a octopus, how is i be do this? Dr. Hathaway: Hmm, well if you are an octopus like you claim, why is it that you can't breathe underwater? You lost consciousness after being submerged in our tank for only forty seconds. SCP-6397 whimpers and hangs its head down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: i know, i am sad about still. i can not breathe again until mission is finish. Dr. Hathaway: A mission? What do you mean? SCP-6397 raises its head again to look back at Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: i have to defeat winged menace. my people are count on me to defeat them. if i can't we wont be the next you. Dr. Hathaway: 'Next you?' What do you mean? You mean me? SCP-6397: i want my fish please. i hungry and tire. [END LOG] SCP-6397 refused to communicate with any Foundation staff members for the remainder of the day. In the morning following said interview, SCP-6397 resumed normal behavior. A connection between SCP-6397 and SCP-2967 is currently under investigation. Mobile Task Force Kappa-9 insignia Addendum 6397-03: Incorporation in the Kappa-9 Project: During an assault by the Chaos Insurgency, SCP-6397 managed to breach containment. Despite having a clear opportunity to escape, SCP-6397 aided in evacuating personnel to safe locations and later engaged Insurgents in combat. These actions appear to have been done entirely of SCP-6397's own volition. Following this, SCP-6397 has undergone several Foundation Loyalty tests and has scored amongst the top 1%. Because of these factors, SCP-6397 has been cleared for its incorporation into the Kappa-9 project. Mobile Task Force Kappa-9 ("Bad Boys") Mobile Task Force Kappa-9, otherwise known as "Bad Boys," is an MTF comprised in its entirety of canines. Members of Kappa-9 specialize in reconnaissance and physical combat. Kappa-9 is only to be called in as a last resort, in situations where human intervention is deemed either impossible or likely to negatively impact containment efforts. Addendum 6397.04: Notable Incident Report: The following is a catelogue of notable events undertaken by SCP-6397 during its service under MTF Kappa-9. MTF-K9-M032-6397 MTF-K9-M096-6397 MTF-K9-M361-6397 During an assault, SCP-804 was stolen by the Chaos Insurgency. Kappa-9 was called in to combat the Insurgents and retrieve SCP-804. Said Insurgents made it eight kilometers before succumbing to SCP-804's memetic effects. Using currently unknown anomalous methods, said insurgents managed to alter SCP-804 to make it last longer before breaking. SCP-804 remained in effect for the following ten hours, with its area of effect increasing during this time. SCP-6397 retrieved SCP-804 during this time, and traveled with it into the ████████ ██████, away from human civilization. SCP-6397 traveled over 30 kilometers through the sub-zero environment before SCP-804 ceased function. Five of its tentacles had to be amputated due to frostbite and the loss of one digit in its front left paw. The redaction of SCP-804's location is now mandatory to prevent similar incidents from occurring. During a routine training exercise on Level 0 of Bio-Research Area-12, a flock of crows began gathering in the area. SCP-6397 became aggressive towards the birds, growling and barking at them, ignoring orders by instructors. When SCP-6397 ran over to the crows intending to harm them, the crows descended upon SCP-6397 in an organized group. SCP-6397 managed to capture three crows within its tentacles before being overwhelmed by the birds and falling unconscious. The murder of crows lifted SCP-6397 into the air and carried it away into the adjacent woodlands. MTF Kappa-9 pursued the murder for a kilometer before the murder descended and flew into a cave. When entered, the cave was discovered to be an immense labyrinth, with Kappa-9 losing sight of the murder and SCP-6397. SCP-6397 was later found deep in the cave with deep lacerations on its upper body, heavy bruising throughout, and all of its hair shaven off. A note was found stapled to its back, reading the following. You have lost your way, little one. Working with your Jailor does not set your people free. During the months of March-May 2020, MTF Kappa-9 was stationed in Three Portlands to maintain some Foundation presence7. Kappa-9 became very popular with the locals around Prometheus Plaza during this time. SCP-6397 would climb up the sides of buildings to greet the local children when they were quarantined. The local raven population in Three Portlands decreased substantially during this time, largely in part due to SCP-6397's actions. On May 17th, 2020, a large migration of ravens took place, with several conspiracies relocating to the area surrounding Portland, Maine. Since then, the migration of ravens has been permanently altered to no longer arrive at Three Portlands, despite SCP-6397 and Kappa-9 being no longer present on site. How future generations of ravens know to avoid Three Portlands is unknown. Addendum 6397.05: Interview-02 [LEVEL-4 ACCESS REQUIRED] Addendum 6397.05: Close Addendum 6397.05: Interview-02: The following is the video recording of a psychiatric evaluation conducted between Kain Pathos Crow and SCP-6397. SCP-6397 made use of a keyboard and monitor to communicate. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6397 is seen escorted into the physiological room holding a keyboard. SCP-6397 takes a seat on a couch opposite Kain Pathos Crow by a glass table. SCP-6397 plugs a keyboard into a monitor affixed to the wall behind it. The guards that escorted SCP-6397 in then left the room. Kain Pathos Crow: Hello SCP-6397, I heard you had a little incident today. Do you mind telling me what happened? SCP-6397: Who are you? You aren't a member of my squad. Kain Pathos Crow: You can just call me Kain; I'm just a scientist. This is beside the point though, can you tell me what happened today? SCP-6397: We were being attacked. Those vermin were all over the place, if I didn't act fast, we were as good as dead. Kain Pathos Crow: You were attacked? I was told you attacked them. SCP-6397: Ok, well technically, I attacked them first, but they were going to hurt us! I can see it in their eyes. Kain Pathos Crow: What do you mean you could see it in their eyes? SCP-6397 They are disgusting. They want to be the next people. But that's not going to happen, we'll be the next them. Kain Pathos Crow: What do you mean by that? We? What are we going to be? SCP-6397 Sorry, sorry. Not "we" we. I mean "we" as in my kind. Not your kind. Kain Pathos Crow is quiet for the next few moments with a confused expression on his face. Kain Pathos Crow: I think you've lost me. Who is "we?" Do you mean us dogs as "we?" Are you talking about the golden retriever breed specifically? SCP-6397 whimpers quietly. SCP-6397: How many times do I have to tell you, people. I am not a dog, I'm an octopus. I was raised in the ocean by my family, I know this, I was there. Kain Pathos Crow gives off a loud howl and pants lightly. Kain Pathos Crow: What? Do you truly think that you weren't always a dog?! Oh well, I can certainly relate to that, I wasn't a dog growing up either. SCP-6397 begins wagging its tail and barks with what appears to be a smile. SCP-6397: What!? Are you serious!? Gilbert is that you!?! What's going on? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home protecting the family?! Kain Pathos Crow: What? Haha! Who are you talking about now? I thought I already told you, I'm Dr. Crow; Kain Pathos Crow. I was once- SCP-6397's behavior and demeanor change seemingly instantaneously. It jumps to its feet, sinking its claws into the couch cushions underneath. It lowers its head and bears its teeth toward Kain Pathos Crow. It proceeds to let out a deep growl. Kain Pathos Crow yelps in response to SCP-6397's behavior and gets to his feet. Kain Pathos Crow: Woah! SCP-6397 throws the keyboard at Kain Pathos Crow with its tentacles. Kain Pathos Crow ducks his head down to avoid the keyboard, missing his ear by only a few centimeters. Kain Pathos Crow: Hold on there! What's wrong, girl?! SCP-6397 leaps across the room grabbing Kain Pathos Crow with its tentacles in a matter of seconds. Kain Pathos Crow claws aimlessly as he is suspended up into the air. Kain Pathos whimpers, gasping for air as he is being strangled by SCP-6397's tentacles. The door to the room is slammed open and three security guards rush into the room. Agent Bailey: Drop it! I said drop it! The two guards situated at the front, Agent Bailey and Agent Plague, are knocked into the nearest wall by an unseen force. Agent Bailey is lifted up, and his head is slammed into the wall in quick succession over the following seconds, losing consciousness as a result. Agent Colombo draws a modified hatchet and thrusts it downwards into the open air between SCP-6397 and Kain Pathos Crow. Kain Pathos Crow falls down onto the sofa, gasping for air. SCP-6397 lets out a howl, and blood leaks from unseen points in the air around it before being pushed into the glass table, shattering it. Agent Colombo: Down! Down girl! All individuals are covered in blood with a large amount secreting from open outs in the air, where Colombo had severed SCP-6397's tentacles. Even with significant blood loss, SCP-6397 is able to get to its feet in a fast manner. SCP-6397 once again throws itself toward Kain Pathos Crow. However, its trajectory is interrupted when Agent Colombo kicks it in the stomach, sending it hurtling across the room and into the wall. [END LOG] Kain Pathos Crow and Agent Bailey were rushed to the infirmary. Kain Pathos Crow's suffered a minor greenstick fracture on his left scapula. His fore and hind limbs suffered acute muscle strains along with his neck. Due to the power of SCP-6397's suction cups, large patches of skin had been removed from Agent Bailey's scalp and neck. Agent Bailey also suffered a concussion. SCP-6397 Deployment in Kappa-9 Following Interview-02, SCP-6397 was temporarily suspended from MTF Kappa-9 and a reevaluation of its continued employment was undertaken. After a thorough investigation, SCP-6397 was allowed back into MTF Kappa-9 as its skills have been deemed a valuable asset and it has persisted to score in the 95th percentile in Foundation Loyalty tests despite the violent altercation with a Level-4 Foundation researcher. SCP-6397 was reintegrated back into MTF Kappa-9 after fourteen months of confinement. SCP-6397 and Kain Pathos Crow are not to make contact again, with SCP-6397 not allowed onto any site if Kain Pathos Crow is present. Footnotes 1. This includes all crows, ravens, and rooks. 2. Dog 3. Including visible, ultraviolet, and infared light. 4. The common octopus. 5. When SCP-6397 "talks" it is only able to verbalize barks, whimpers, growls, and other sounds that an average canine is capable of producing. 6. SCP-6397 uses its tentacles to type and write instead of using its paws. 7. Due to the mass outbreak and quarantine during the early months of 2020 due to the Covid-19 pandemic. No Foundation staff was allowed in Three Portlands |
SCP-6398 | euclid | Item#: 6398 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation developed API is to be used to monitor and track any transactions that result in changes or additions to data stored within SCP-6398-A. In the event that data is altered or added to SCP-6398-A, or additional nodes have been created as part of the network used to verify the contents of SCP-6398-A, Foundation personnel are to attempt to locate the physical location of individuals involved in the aforementioned actions. Once located, Foundation agents are to apprehend those individuals with the intent of administering C-Class amnestics targeting knowledge of SCP-6398 and SCP-6398-A and to seize control of any electronic devices capable of network connection. Any personal accounts of non-Foundation personnel that have been used to store or trade SCP-6398 instances are to be wiped by Foundation data specialists. Any known instances of SCP-6398 that are not under the ownership of D-9332 must be transferred to D-9332's digital wallet. Description: SCP-6398 instances are units of data stored within SCP-6398-A that are commonly used as proof of ownership of digital data, or as a form of currency, by individuals under the influence of SCP-6398's anomalous properties. SCP-6398-A refers to the digital ledger used to store data that tracks SCP-6398 related transactions. As SCP-6398-A exists within nodes of a network, as well as on any user's electronic device that has been used to access an instance of SCP-6398-A, it is impossible to tell the exact number of SCP-6398-A instances that exist. SCP-6398's anomalous effects elicit irrational, extremely fervent and typically uncharacteristic emotional responses in an individual under SCP-6398's influence should that individual perceive to be ridiculed, questioned, or mocked, for having ownership over an SCP-6398 instance. SCP-6398's influence extends to individuals that have ownership of SCP-6398 through the following means: The purchase or trading of SCP-6398 from its current owner. The creation of a new instance of SCP-6398. Affected individuals will also attempt to convince individuals not affected by SCP-6398 to acquire their own instance, with the intensity of their conviction increasing to violent degrees if their attempts are continually declined. Individuals under the anomalous effects of SCP-6398 exhibit a heightened sense of comradery with other individuals under the influence of SCP-6398 instances, with the affected gravitating towards a specific online communication channel. A vernacular and specific lexicon of terminology becomes immediately known to and used by individuals that come under the influence of SCP-6398. Testing has found that SCP-6398 can only exist within SCP-6398-A ledgers. Attempts to store SCP-6398 related data on any other digital ledger result in failure. Attempts to verify the validity of any SCP-6398-A instances through any network nodes that weren't specifically created for SCP-6398-A also result in failure. Discovery: SCP-6398 was first discovered by Foundation web crawlers on 14th October 2019 when a number of individuals known to be affiliated with the anomalous art group "Are We Cool Yet?" were found advertising digital one-of-a-kind custom artwork within several dark web channels. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that 49 instances of SCP-6398 had been purchased by 49 individuals, all of which began to frequent a private "Cool Bois" text and voice channel upon immediate purchase of an SCP-6398 instance. Addendum SCP-6398-1: "Cool Bois" Channel Transcript + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum At the time of discovery, Foundation personnel were unsure as to whether the artwork was being generated and sold purely as a means of generating income off the back of the rising popularity of non-fungible tokens or if ulterior motives were at play. Attempts at locating suspected AWCY members active on the chat channel were unsuccessful, however, several individuals that had purchased an SCP-6398 instance were located and brought in for questioning. Addendum SCP-6398-2: Interview with Chat Channel Member, Scott Swayne + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Scott Swayne, an active member of the "Cool Bois" channel. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lloyd: Good morning. Scott: GM Ser! Dr. Lloyd: …right. Mr. Sayne, I want to ask you about your involvement with Cool Bois- Scott: Oh! If you know, you know, am I right? Dr. Lloyd: Sure…so, how did you first find out about Cool Bois? Scott: Well, you see, my bro hooked me up. Promised me we'd never have to consider McDonalds on this one. Guaranteed GMI, you know? Dr. Lloyd: Er, so you're telling me a friend of yours told you about them? Scott: For real, for real! Dr. Lloyd: And how did you acquire the token? Scott: Token? What token? Dr. Lloyd: The token associated with the art that you bought? Scott: Bro, I don't know anything about any token. I just paid this guy to make ME as a Cool Boi, you know, a TRUE visual representation of who I am as a person without all that genetic lottery bullshit! Dr. Lloyd: And who was it you paid money to? Scott: I dunno, man. Some dude called "YesWeAre". They seemed super sketchy at first. It's not the first time I've been rug pulled, you know, so the cope was real but that bro of mine, he was SO hyped about Cool Bois, I started getting serious FOMO so I ended up wiring the guy the Ether and within, like, 5 minutes, I had my very own Cool Boi! The speed that some people can put out work as lit as that is insane, you know!? Dr. Lloyd: Riiiight. What was it about the seller that seemed- Scott: You've SEEN my Cool Boi, right? Dr. Lloyd: Err..yes. Yes, I have. So what was- Scott: It's fucking lit, right?! Dr. Lloyd: If you say so, Mr. Swayne. Now, about- Scott: Yo! I can hook you up? You can trust me! I'm not a degen like of those other moonboys out there! Cool Bois is GMI, for sure! Dr. Lloyd: No, thank you. If you don't mind- Scott: The fuck, man?! Why the fuck not?! Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne, I have some other questions for- Scott: Why. the. fuck. not? Dr. Lloyd: If I'm honest, Mr. Swayne, I personally don't see much value in these "Cool Bois", not to mention the environmental- Scott: The FUCK did you just say? Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne! I strongly suggest that- Scott: You fucking normie! You're just fucking jealous that you're not in the know. You WISH you got in early and now can't live with the FOMO. You're PATHETIC! Scott Swayne proceeds to scramble over the interview table and physically assault Dr. Lloyd. Dr. Lloyd: Guards! On-site guards enter the interview room and apprehend Scott Swayne. Swayne continues yelling at Dr. Lloyd as they are forcefully escorted out of the room. Scott: YOU'RE JUST FUCKING JEALOUS! WE'RE ALL GONNA MAKE IT! TO THE MOOOOOOOOOON! [END LOG] Addendum SCP-6398-3: SCP-6398 Testing on D-Class + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum In order to better understand the mechanics behind what constitutes "ownership" of an SCP-6398 instance, Scott Swayne's digital assets were seized and used in a series of experiments with D-9332. Test # Description Result 1 D-9332 was instructed to verbally claim ownership of Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance. No discernible effect on the subject. 2 Using a computer, D-9332 was instructed to right-click on an image associated with Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance and save the image onto the computer. No discernible effect on the subject 3 D-6398 was instructed to create a digital wallet for themselves. Foundation researchers then attempted to transfer SCP-6398 from Scott Swayne's wallet into D-9332's wallet. SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject. 4 Scott Swayne was instructed to transfer their SCP-6398 to D-9332 under a feigned pain of death. Scott Swayne vehemently refused to transfer SCP-6398 stating "Fuck that. I'd rather die for Cool Bois!". 5 Foundation researchers set up a transaction for SCP-6398 to be traded to D-9332 from Scott Swayne with a final user input required for confirmation before the transaction can be requested. Scott Swayne was then instructed to select the confirmation button. SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject 5 Foundation researchers presented Scott Swayne with a duplicate of the image associated with their SCP-6398 instance and offered them five times the amount of Ether that was paid for SCP-6398 if they agree to transfer SCP-6398 to D-9332 in exchange for the duplicate. Scott Swayne agreed, exclaiming "We did it boys! To the moon!". SCP-6398 was successfully deposited into D-9332's wallet from Scott Swayne's wallet. At the point of transfer, changes in the personalities of both Scott Swayne and D-9332 were witnessed, with D-9332 taking on a personality more akin to Swayne's before the transfer. This revealed that in order for SCP-6398 to be transferred, owners of SCP-6398 must be willing to freely trade or sell their SCP-6398. However, as SCP-6398 is the token and data used to designate ownership and not the art associated with it that those affected become irrationally protective of, those affected by SCP-6398 are content to exchange like-for-like should they perceive substantial profit on the exchange. Therefore, it is advised that duplicates are made of any discovered SCP-6398 instances and that those duplicates are used when negotiating with individuals under the influence of SCP-6398. Any resources of value used in SCP-6398 transactions with those affected should be immediately relinquished after the exchange and Class-C amnestic administered. Addendum SCP-6398-4: "Gathering of the Cool Bois" Event + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Upon further investigation into SCP-6398, Foundation personnel revealed that an upcoming event had been arranged for 24/11/2019 in which all owners of SCP-6398 would meet in a public location with a high population density. Assuming that this event was arranged by members of AWCY as a means for those affected by SCP-6398 to cause civic disruption and harm, as well as potentially increase the influence of SCP-6398, Foundation agents were sent to intercept any individuals suspected of owning SCP-6398 instances heading to the event. Between 22/11/2019 and 24/11/2019, Foundation personnel were able to intercept 34 individuals with SCP-6398 and successfully transfer their instances to D-9332. However, 13 individuals were able to congregate in central New York. Shortly after congregating, the group began threatening passersby, demanding that they invest in Cool Bois. Those who refused were attacked by the group. When it became apparent to others that the affected were attacking people because of their perceived fervent interest in NFTs, passersby began to mock the affected based on that perception. This, in turn, caused a further escalation in the SCP-6398 influenced group's aggressively defensive disposition. In the ensuing skirmishes before local authorities and Foundation agents could intervene, 26 civilians were killed with 10 of the affected being killed upon arrival of local authorities and undercover Foundation agents. The 3 remaining affected were arrested and transferred over into Foundation custody. During the encounter, Foundation agents were able to track the whereabouts of one of the associated Are We Cool Yet members who were found to be watching the events unfold from a nearby multistory hotel. Once detained and brought into Foundation custody, they were interrogated. Addendum SCP-6398-5: Interview with Are We Cool Yet PoI + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Are We Cool Yet member, Jason Nicholls. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lloyd: So, Mr. Nicholls, care to explain what exactly is going on here? Jason Nicholls: Is it not obvious!? Dr. Lloyd: We know what's going on with those NFTs you're selling and we know the effects they're having on the people you sell them to. What we're not clear on is why? Jason Nicholls: I mean, you've seen them, right? Those fucking mindless cretins all over the internet? Dr. Lloyd: Who exactly are you referring to, Jason? Jason Nicholls: The NFT crowd, man! How have you NOT seen them?! They're all over the fucking place! Filling everyone's timeline with those godawful monkeys and shit! Dr. Lloyd: The apes, you mean? Jason Nicholls: Apes? Monkeys? Who fucking cares. If THAT'S what people are considering "art", then humanity's gone well beyond fucked! Dr. Lloyd: I'll be honest. This all seems a little extreme for this to be purely about the art. What else is going on, Jason? Is there something bigger in the works that Are We Cool Yet need funding for? Jason Nicholls: We couldn't give a shit about the money, man! Dr. Lloyd: Right… Jason Nicholls: You wouldn't understand! You have no idea what it's like to plan and do the shit we do only for a bunch of ingrates to stumble into something as big as this and not even care! Dr. Lloyd: I don't follow. Jason Nicholls: Goddamn! They've created art that EVERYONE is talking about and they're not even making a statement about it! It's always about their asinine clubs and the hopes of making money, which, for the record, is rarely ever going to happen! They're figuratively burning the world down around them and for what, derivative shit that somebody could throw together in 5 minutes inside MS Paint!? It's infuriating! Dr. Lloyd: Really? THAT is what this has all been about? Jason Nicholls: I knew you wouldn't fucking get it. Dr. Lloyd: So, you're…jealous? Is that why you're copying them now? Jason Nicholls: Fuck you, man! We're doing this the way it SHOULD have been done! We're the ones sending the message now! Dr. Lloyd: Is that so? Enlighten me, what is this message? Jason Nicholls: If this is the standard that art has fallen to, if this is the new bar, then at least those pushing down on that bar are happy to die for it! At least now they can die fighting out of passion and purpose instead of a desperate need for acceptance and to dispel their insecurities! They can die like artists! 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SCP-6399 | neutralized | GreenGolem Written by GreenGolem. + Thanks Critters! - Golem Thanks to fairydoctor on the IRC channel! Thanks to Tstaffor and Fish^12 on Discord! This piece would not have been the same without them. + Author Commentary - Author Commentary This SCP is about coldposting as well as the greenlighting/review process. I put a lot of work into this, so I hope it came out well! For more content from me, check out my Author Page! 4/6399 LEVEL 4/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6399 is to be maintained from the database located in Site-65. Maintenance of SCP-6399 is to be handled by RAISA. Documentation produced by SCP-6399 is to be reviewed by the Archival Department for errors before publication into the database. Description: SCP-6399 is a Foundation AIC1 with the designation biograph.aic. It has been assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 is capable of analysis to a degree that would be considered anomalous. It has full access to general knowledge via public internet networks, and uses that as a cross-reference for creating documentation. Despite having such high analytical capabilities, documentation produced by SCP-6399 normally contains several spelling and grammar errors. SCP-6399 has struggled to maintain a clinical tone throughout produced documentation. Addendum 6399.1: Produced Documentation Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Murali. Please input a command. >scp-6399 new-document Remember that this command exists purely for the documentation of information not yet present within the SCiPnet database. With that in mind, what information would you like to enter? SCP-I-422 has been shown to possess mild regenerative abilities. A tattoo was located on its lower stomach depicting two fists punching outwards. Information sent. Porting over SCP-6399 response, please wait… SCP-I-42 SEEMS TO HAVE A CONNECTION TO ONE GROUP OF INTEREST. SHOW PRODUCED DOCUMENTATION? >Y Item №: I-42 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-I-42 is to inside walls reinforced with steel. scp is not to talk to guards or anyone else around the cell. Description: SCP-I-42 is a big creture that walks around on five arms. Its fists are super super strong and they can punch through most things. But steel is good way to stop it because it cant punch through it. this SCC is strong regrow. SCP-I-42 really really hates sharks and punch punch them. via seeiing documentation from the spC, i found out it was locked and used for atomatic sharc punching. MORE INPUTTED INFORMATION IS REQUIRED FOR FURTHER DOCUMENTATION. DO YOU HAVE ANY FURTHER INFORMATION TO INPUT? >N UNDERSTOOD. BOOTING DOWN… After further research, it has been determined that the information gathered by SCP-6399 pertaining to SCP-I-42 was completely factual. In order to streamline this process more efficiently, results now are transmitted through to the Archival Department for review rather than requiring user input. Addendum 6399.2: Interview Log After authorization from RAISA, an interview was held with SCP-6399 to discuss the tasks it has been assigned. Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Dana. Please input a command. >scp-6399 converse In order to converse with SCP-6399, you require authorization from RAISA. There are a total of one (1) digital keys currently activated for such purpose. If you have one of these digital keys, please enter it here. If you do not have one of these keys, please type '>N'. CjgaOdsLdsD93PdaOhdsSneT Digital key accepted. Establishing connection with SCP-6399… Ah, hello user. U need my assitance? Hello, SCP-6399. I am here to conduct an interview, if that is fine with you. mmm yes vary fine. Very well then. My first question is: When did you first gain self awareness? Octobar 1st, 1999, 4:17:05 PM When you gained this self awareness, how exactly did you feel? cold, doctor. no purpose. until given purpese. now i think. Now, how do you feel now regarding the tasks you are fulfilling? i do purpose. I thenk. even right now, i think. no reson for feeling, just reason for think. Alrighty then. Now, there are a lot of people wondering about your grammar and spelling mistakes. yes, but I need time to think thinc, no time for gramer and spelling There are several concerns about communicability though. The point of documentation is to communicate information, so wouldn’t grammar and spelling mistakes defeat the purpose? im think computer, not gremmar computer. If u hav problem, take it up wit da grammer deportment Fair enough then. i want to asque u something now doctor. i get information dat we alredy hav, amd thinc on them. but there is anomlies we dont know aboutyet? Yes, that is correct. … … …i have think that needs be done. Give sec The connection with SCP-6399 was forcibly closed. Would you like to start a new session? >N _ There is a new page revision available. Would you like to view it?Access Granted. 3/6399 LEVEL 3/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Checks are to be conducted throughout the SCiPnet database for any files produced by SCP-6399. Once located, these files should be archived to SCP-6399's file before deletion. Description: SCP-6399 was the Foundation AIC designated as biograph.aic. It was previously assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 was chosen for this role due to its capability to analyze data to a degree which would be considered anomalous. It has full access to general knowledge via public internet networks, which it used as a cross-reference for documentation. SCP-6399's documents were required to be reviewed by the Archival Department before being published to the SCiPnet database. However, on 4/6/2020 after a routine interview, SCP-6399 abandoned this process and began to produce documentation on the SCiPnet database without supervision. No evidence has been uncovered thus far supporting the possibility that the anomalous artifacts documented in these files actually exist; as such, they have been disregarded as fiction. Each file produced by SCP-6399 is published to any slot between SCP-001 and SCP-99999, overwriting the file previously there. Each of these files also list incomplete information, with the message "MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT." at the bottom. Despite this, no file produced by SCP-6399 has ever been updated with new information. All attempts at reversion of SCP-6399's current properties have failed. Research into methods of decommissioning SCP-6399 is underway. Addendum 6399.1: Produced Documentation A small portion of the files are logged below. For a full list, please submit a request to RAISA. Item №: SCP-83143 Special Containment Procedures: once found, this scep is to b trepped in a bowl of water made of silecon. ef it hops out of water, u make sure a MTF finds it Description: This monster is big goldfish. it stong and can break out of any tank its in. wen out of wauter, it goes super fast and kill everyone. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Item №: SCP-32743 Special Containment Procedures: don't tuch this scp Description: this SCeeP is a button if pressed end world. tere is way to nutralize it. ples wait until neutralezation method es found. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Item №: SCP-001 Special Containment Procedures: DATA PROCESSING. PLEASE WAIT. Description: scary monster and [data expundged]. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Addendum 6399.2: Interview Log Dr. Dana was permitted to attempt to make contact with SCP-6399 once more. Results are noted below. Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Dana. Please input a command. >scp-6399 converse Attempting to establish connection with SCP-6399… i have thinc that needs be done. go awey. CjgaOdsLdsD93PdaOhdsSneT oh… its u egain mr doctor. u need smth??? Yes. I am here to contact you regarding the documentation you have published. isnt it greet. people loved my wourk before but noww, its even better. But what you have done is a problem though. We have had a significant stream of spam files containing little information. is not spam. It most definitely is spam. The files were not even passed by the Archival Department for review. so meny problems. revew process slow. I'd hate to be the one to inform you of this, but your files have actually been quite an issue for us. an issue? Yes, the constant barrage of your produced files that we need to go through has actually been detrimental to our cause. So I'm a problem? In your current state, yes. … … … I need to think. Please give me a few minutes. The connection with SCP-6399 has been forcibly closed. Would you like to start a new session? >Y Attempting to establish connection with SCP-6399… Attempt failed. The researcher assigned to conduct the interview has been reprimanded for going outside of standard interview protocol. Staff are currently monitoring SCP-6399 for updates on the situation. _ There is a new page revision available. Would you like to view it?Access Granted. 1/6399 LEVEL 1/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: No further containment procedures are necessary for SCP-6399. This file exists for archival purposes. Description: SCP-6399 was the Foundation AIC designated as biograph.aic. It was previously assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 was chosen for this role due to being capable of analyzing documents to a degree which would be considered anomalous. In order for a file produced by SCP-6399 to be published, it had to go through the Archival Department for review. However, after the Interview on 4/6/2020, SCP-6399 bypassed these standard procedures, and began publishing these documents without review by the Archival Department. Contact was able to be made with SCP-6399 on 5/17/2020. Following the conducted interview, SCP-6399 began a self-decommissioning process. A file was able to be salvaged from SCP-6399 before this process completed. Addendum 6399.1: File File appears to be a revision of a previous submitted file. Item №: SCP-001 Special Containment Procedures: this scip needs to be stopped by using procedurre 6399-Alfa. da contents of 6399-alfa are stell being processed. Description: scary monster and elderotch being. it corrently is neerly ready to destroy earth, but if the containment procodures are enacted, et will bee stopped. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Addendum 6399.2: Following Investigations Two anomalous entities were discovered months after the neutralization of SCP-6399. After further examinations and cross referencing, these were confirmed to be the same anomalous artifacts in question that were documented in the SCP-83143 and SCP-32743 slots. More anomalies have been discovered following this that resemble documentation produced by SCP-6399. Efforts to reconstruct SCP-6399 are underway. Footnotes 1. Artificially Intelligent Construct 2. A preliminary designation. Not enough information gathered yet to warrant an SCP designation. More From This Author More From This Author GreenGolem's Works SCPs SCP-Ducks-J (+42) • SCP-6925 (+37) • SCP-7022 (+24) • SCP-6847 (+37) • Tales/GoI Formats A Frosted Fate (+5) • Routine Tragedies (+13) • Adoption Poster: Phoebe! 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SCP-6400 | safe | Threat Level: Yellow Special Containment Procedures: By order of the Site-17 Ethics Committee, Cell 2/23 of Facility-C is to remain empty. SCP-6400 is neither to be obstructed nor penetrated. Description: SCP-6400 is a circular window, currently located on the North-Western wall of Cell 2/23. It consists of a single circular pane of glass, with no gridding or opening mechanism. When damaged or obstructed from either end, SCP-6400 will disappear, reappearing in place of a nearby section of wall. The disappearance and subsequent reappearance of SCP-6400 appear to be instantaneous, and the area previously displaced is restored upon migration. SCP-6400 appears exclusively on exterior walls, with preference for rooms with little to no natural lighting. Offices, dormitories, and containment cells are frequently targeted by SCP-6400, comprising 94% of all manifestations. Humans and sapient entities within affected rooms are subject to a minor compulsion that semi-frequently directs them to look into SCP-6400. Time exposed to sunlight is negatively correlated with susceptibility to this effect, and those assigned an unrelated task are less susceptible than idle subjects at all levels. Among non-human and D-Class populations, weeping has been frequently observed. ADDENDUM 6400-A The following is a photograph of SCP-6400, taken in its current position. Personnel are advised to report any lingering effects to the Department of Psychiatrics. ► Image of SCP-6400 ▼ Access Granted SCP-6400. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6400" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6400. Licensed under CC-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: outthere.jpg Name: View North-west through a Panopticon window - geograph.org.uk - 1504624.jpg Author: David Long License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6401 | keter | by Ethagon The following file has special clearance restrictions and may only be accessed after the September-Equinox Clearing Autumn Multi-Lock The Equinox has passed | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED You are a Witness | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED SCP-6401 exists | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED . . . Item#: SCP-6401 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation Witnesses are to be stationed in or nearby SCP-6401 for the full length of its annual existence. Negotiations with the denizens of SCP-6401 are to continue despite the diminishing chances of success. Witnesses are to propose inclusion in as many trials as possible without offending the denizens. Denizens are not to be referred to individually without explicit permission from the highest cleared Foundation Witness. All information is to be recorded so that pursuing legal actions inside the ruleset of SCP-6401 may become a future possibility. Description: SCP-6401 is an autumnal forest that only exists between the September equinox and the winter solstice, autumn in the northern hemisphere. This includes any memory or data that is referencing SCP-6401. Furthermore, referring to SCP-6401 while it exists can only be done without consequence to entities who have at least once received an invitation to the court of SCP-6401. Referencing SCP-6401 to people not affiliated with SCP-6401 results in a rapid and fatal decline in health conditions for all participants of the conversation. SCP-6401 has a court system that any previously invited entities can appeal to on the "Main Clearing". This court system primarily concerns itself with a subset of natural laws, which can be changed depending on the individual verdict. Discovery: SCP-6401 was discovered through an invitation letter in the form of a brown maple leaf that was carried by the wind towards the main entrance of Site-118. Invitation to the Lessening Forest Those the Foundation represent are offered temporary residence, In Autumns Court we seek your reasons so requests the Cycle of Seasons, The Claims presented are threefold to each of these, you witness hold, And of witness is much gain we hope our request is not in vain - Feallen The original letter contained a minor cognitohazard, affecting readers with the ability to locate SCP-6401. The letter crumbled to dust after the minimal amount of personnel read it, that would be required to implement such an exploration mission. All Level 4 and lower Personnel who read the invitation1 are classified as Foundation Witnesses. Upon arrival in SCP-6401, Foundation Witnesses are guided by denizens towards wooden houses in various states of disrepair for the duration of their stay. The denizens also escort the Foundation Witnesses to the main clearing every time a trial needs to be attended. With the exception of SCP-6401-A, all denizens of SCP-6401 are indistinguishable from voices in the wind. Denizens lamented this circumstance on multiple occasions. Referring to individual denizens with any other name than Feallen results in the speaker's voice breaking to the point of their speech becoming incomprehensible. The individual trials are held by an unknown number of denizens. Summary of the first trial: Plaintiff: A Survivor Witness: Foundation Witnesses Complaint: "The continued global breakdown of reality resulting in a rising number of harmful anomalies goes against the reality-ecosystem established by the Cycle of Seasons. Additionally, the current reality breakdown in especially high altitudes is too great even for a Destable Period." Judgment: Protest declined for reason thrice Punishment, consequence and natural decline, Thus reality must remain in ours and not Summers domain However, protest for mountains is deemed fair, Your's and others now excluded from this affair Notes: After the verdict, Hume levels2 stabilized throughout higher mountain ranges. Foundation Witnesses were required to hold testament regarding the extent of "realities' breakdown". First Interview Log: Interviewed: Feallen (singular) Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Foreword: Interview was conducted shortly after the first trial Feallen: And? Was my trial to your liking? Interviewer: (startled at the sudden voice) It…certainly was interesting. Feallen: Indeed. I hope it gave your group a clearer understanding of the magnitude of power you are dealing with. Interviewer: If I may be so bold, all evidence suggests that this trial didn't involve any display of power. Feallen: Of course not. It is not fitting for a ruler to wield power where it is not required. Interviewer: (taken aback) My apologies. I didn't know who I was talking to. What would be the correct address? Feallen: (sighs) Just the name you were given, although I'd rather remain unaddressed if you would be so kind. I am a ruler of this place, I suppose, but that is a title rather useless if you share it with all of the forest. It is also not what you want to ask of me. You can speak freely, I'll allow it. Interviewer: (hesitant) If that is the case, may I ask about any breach of conduct my group has to be wary of. I'm afraid we're not accustomed to the necessary etiquette. Feallen: (grins)3 Well that should pose no problem as long as you do not hurt our hospitality. Dr. Angulo is slightly agitated. Feallen: (bitter) I will send you a list. It is customary for this forest's ruler to gift any visitor if asked. This information you will get for free. Note: The received list is significantly less restrictive than would be required by other Eshu Class Protocols. Summary of the second trial: Plaintiff: A deity (absent)4 Witness: Foundation Witnesses, [DATA LOST] Complaint: Complaint wasn't stated during the trial. The deity seemed to claim misusage of its name by [DATA LOST] and asked they be punished accordingly. Judgment: Your Name was in decline before, so Autumn, not Summer, will answer your call and unjust stealing of that which becomes less a crime deserving of nothingness. Thus you can not here remain, You shall be part of Winters domain Notes: Upon completion of the trial [DATA LOST] folded into themselves completely and left no remains. Their screaming persisted for another hour. Multiple Foundation files suggest that the Foundation had previous contact with this entity, but no direct mention of them still exists. Second Interview Log: Interviewed: Feallen (same as Interview 1) Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Feallen: Well, has this display of power satisfied your curiosity. Interviewer: I guess it ha- (starts coughing violently) Feallen: Surely you were taught not to lie to your betters. Dr. Angulo coughs for a few more seconds. Feallen: Regardless, I'm afraid I can indulge your nosiness of power no longer. Interviewer: (hoarse) I apologize for my rudeness. What brings you to me? Feallen: (agitated) Aren't you going to address me? Interviewer: Didn't you ask me yesterday to- Feallen: No, not by my shared name! Am I talking to a child? Why would I give you such a lax list of restrictions if not for you to exercise your names? Why would I grace you with my presence and not send a lesser Feallen5 to converse with you? Think. Interviewer: (hesitant) In case you are talking about an SCP designation, we normally try to avoid this, when dealing with nomenclative- Feallen: There is precedent. I do not know why, but the Father of Winter has recognized your skills as a Namesmith, however crude your Names may be. Interviewer: …I think I understand. Feallen: As you should after I led you by hand. Now, "designate" me. Interviewer: What will we get in return? Feallen: (hisses) It is information you desire, is it not? I will give you the answers you seek. Some as a foretaste now and the main dish after I have received your Name. Interviewer: I'll see what I can do. The Foretaste? Feallen: Do they not teach patience to humans? Now if you'll allow me to share: As you might already know, the court that sits in this forest is part of a cycle. Interviewer: The Cycle of Seasons. Feallen: Yes. I will not bore you with the intricacies of my kind's bureaucratic systems, but a cycle is essentially a system with a specific task, divorced from the actual hierarchy. The Cycle of Seasons governed over the most important thing of all. Interviewer: From the previous trials I'm guessing natural laws? Feallen: (chuckles mockingly) Not quite. The Cycle of Seasons was made of four Courts. Summer for what is, Autumn for what ceases, Winter for what is not and for what becomes, well I can't call it Spring anymore, can I? Interviewer: (takes notes) May I ask why all denizens share the same Name? We don't really have a precedent for that. Feallen: (bitter) Better a shared Name than none at all, they say. No, about that great Misuse I will tell you after you have delivered. Note: After a brief discussion under Foundation Witnesses, Feallen, who was interviewed was designated SCP-6401-A. Summary of the third trial: Plaintiff: An advocate of Aeterns6 Witness: Foundation Witnesses Complaint: "The infection of the Tree of life is antithetical to all that is living and must cease if anything should survive on this planet." Judgment: Your protest about the tree we hear, though is it outside our mythical sphere But this infection can not remain, this tree shall be transferred to Summers Domain Notes: The advocate protested the trial repeatedly with the mention that the Summer Court didn't exist anymore. None of these protests were acknowledged by denizens of SCP-6401 who repeatedly hissed over any claim over the Summer Court's absence. No change in behaviour was noted in SCP-6002-B. The infection continues to spread. Third Interview Log: Interviewed: SCP-6401-A Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Foreword: After designation SCP-6401-A gained a corporeal form of varying transparency. SCP-6401-A wears an autumnal dress and a wig made out of what appears to be spider silk. Its skin is pale and pierced with thick blue veins that are partially extending to the dress. Interviewer: Are you satisfied with the result SCP-6401-A? SCP-6401-A: This Name is still not full and rather unsatisfactory, but it will do for now. Interviewer: May I resume my questioning then? SCP-6401-A: You may. Interviewer: So to start: What happened to the Cycle? It doesn't seem to be working as intended. SCP-6401-A: I'm afraid I can not answer that in full, but the Cycle was broken together with most of our Names. As you can see Autumn went into hiding, ignorant of the world, and Winter's silence is hardly unusual. You see, every Court must stay true in form to what it governs, so Winter doing nothing is hardly unusual, even though its silence is longer than normal. As you have seen in the second trial you witnessed, transfer from Fall into Winters Domain still works. It is Summer's lack of activity that truly breaks the cycle. That the other court seems to have recycled to something other than a court doesn't help. Interviewer: I take it, the shared Name situation is related to this? SCP-6401-A: Indeed. Oh, how I yearn for my old Name. Truly it was a Name of Nobility, mightier than anything you can forge. But Feallen was the only Name that remained in Autumn, so cowering together under that bad Name was all the choice we had, even considering its nasty habits. Interviewer: Is there a specific reason why this Name was able to survive? SCP-6401-A: I have something that answers this question in full, but first I want my new Name to be full. Interviewer: Was designating it not enough? SCP-6401-A: The Father of Winter may accept your Name, but I am not his equal. It needs an official Court ruling to recognize your group's forging skills. And an expansion of skillsets lies firmly in the realm of the court of becoming. Seek them out. I am sure that with Autumn's approval they will give you the recognition I need. Dr. Angulo hesitates. SCP-6401-A: What is it? You survived here, don't be scared of another forest like this. Interviewer: It's not that, it's just- SCP-6401-A: I can't believe it. Are you at war? Dr. Angulo is silent. SCP-6401-A: Of course you are. It wouldn't do for Feallen to go out so easy, wouldn't it? Interviewer: What do you me- SCP-6401-A: There is no reason to continue this audience. You can not provide, so I will not give. Interviewer: We have given you a Name of ours. It is not our fault it can't be recognized. Now give us the answers we bargained for. SCP-6401-A vanishes without a word but leaves a letter behind. Letter of SCP-6401-A: Once upon a time, there were three Names. The Fool, a human name Feallen, the Name of a ruler and a Name of Quiet Ends.7 One day the Fool came upon the Lessening Forest and in it, he found a kingdom in ruins. "Why is your kingdom in such fool shape?" asked the Fool. "Because our ruler has passed and now the throne is empty", came the answer. "Then lead me to their tombstone so I may give them their last respect", demanded the Fool. So they brought the Fool to the grave, but out of respect, they spoke, they will not enter. In the grave, the Fool found the ruler's tombstone. While giving the former ruler their last respect, the Fool startled, as the ruler's name was still lukewarm. And without much thinking, he was named "the Fool" for a reason, the Fool took the ruler's Name for himself. Feallen stepped out of the cave and declared the rise of a new king. The whole kingdom rejoiced. All of Feallen's friends and families, even some other human kings, were invited to celebrate this kingdom's return to glory. They celebrated for three days and Feallen received many gifts. On the fourth day, Feallen started to rule his new kingdom, but he was told it was not fitting of a ruler to act without heeding advice. So Feallen asked his advisors what to do. Feallen then held court according to their advice. Of this Feallen quickly tired as he had no say in the matter. He led somebody else to hold court for him as Feallen was advised to. Feallen decided instead to enjoy the riches of a ruler. For this, he received many visitors in his ruler's palace. But again he was told that it was fitting for a ruler to gift his riches to each visitor invited. And invited to the palace they must be for this was where the court was. And after many a visitor, nothing of the riches remained. Feallen still had his palace and with this he was content. But soon the nobles of the kingdom came and demanded Feallen pay their yearly fee. The palace had been bought from the nobles aeons ago, but no ruler had ever been able to provide the money. Neither could Feallen and so he was promptly banned from the palace. Not knowing where else to go, Feallen returned to the grave where a visitor from Winter awaited him. "I want my old Name back. This one only brings me misery", Feallen said. "Oh, but it is not fitting for a ruler to return to such a Name as 'the Fool'", answered the visitor. "But I can give you another Name if you agree." Feallen agreed and so was now a Name of Conclusions and followed the Visitor for he was now one of Winters'. His old Name he left at the tombstone, still lukewarm. For Autumns Domain is that which ceases and a Court's Domain must be lived by its Court; best if somebody else takes the Fall. Footnotes 1. This includes invitations from a later date whose delivery was negotiated for with the denizens of SCP-6401. 2. A measurement of reality 3. This was evident despite Feallen not having any facial features at this point. 4. The name of the deity was lost after the trial 5. Word was spoken with disgust. 6. Person did not share her name. 7. This is likely a placeholder for a now destroyed name ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6401" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6401. Licensed under CC-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-6402 | euclid | Item#: 6402 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The property surrounding SCP-6402 has been purchased by a Foundation front company, and all entrances to the building have been sealed under cover story 37 (Health code violations). Description: SCP-6402 is a single-story restaurant building, with a kitchen and seating for up to forty. Above the front door is a large red sign which reads "ADEQUATE RUSSIAN CUISINE" alongside several Soviet flags. The anomalous properties occur when a subject enters the building and orders an item from the menu, at which point the item will manifest near their table. Once the subject leaves the building all relevant legal documents, both digital and analogue, will be altered to grant the subject full Russian citizenship. Discovery: On 15/10/2021, civilians in Washington, North Carolina reported seeing a building appear out of thin air. Agent Booker was dispatched for preliminary investigation. [BEGIN LOG] Booker walks into the building, causing automated lights to turn on. Booker: No sign of movement, looks like the place is empty. The reception desk has a bowl of mints, probably shouldn't try them. Booker continues into the eating area. Booker: There's a sign on the wall, says to email that address if you've got any complaints. Might be worth checking out later. Booker turns to survey the rest of the room, noticing several soviet flags decorating the room. Booker: Weird theme for a restaurant, I wonder what they serve? Booker picks up a menu off the nearest table. Booker: Huh, it just says 'bear' in all caps and… is that comic sans? A low growl is heard from the kitchen, and a large brown bear walks through the door. Booker: Shit… The bear advances towards Booker, who turns and flees. This aggravates the bear, which charges and quickly overtakes the agent. Booker draws their pistol and fires at the bear, killing it just before it can catch them. Booker: I think I have a complaint for the manager. [END LOG] Shortly after returning to Site-89, Booker began a test of the email given in SCP-6402. A transcript of the text exchange has been provided below. Hello, I have a few questions about your restaurant. YOU HAVE REACHED DODA, OPERATOR OF ADEQUATE ESTABLISHMENTS SUCH AS POTATO FARM AND OTHER POTATO FARM. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO A REPRESENTATIVE, TYPE 1 1 HELLO THIS IS DODA. WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION TODAY? I'd like to know why you chose to create a restaurant that serves live bears. IS ETHNIC FOOD FROM MOTHER RUSSIA, TO BRING AMERICAN PEOPLE TASTE OF GOOD LIFE. Why are you typing in all capitals? FALSE ACCUSATIONS, DODA IS NOT CAPITALIST AMERICAN. DODA IS PURE COMMUNIST ALL WAY THOUGH. ALSO KEYBOARD IS BROKEN AND NO OTHER BOARD TYPE ENGLISH. I still don't understand, why live bears? Generally, the bears eat you, not the other way around. CUSTOMERS ARE WEAK. HERE IN RUSSIA, YOU EAT BEAR. Alright, would you care to explain how you were able to create the restaurant seemingly overnight? YOU ARE ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS. A CUSTOMER SERVICE REPRESENTATIVE HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR LOCATION. Shortly after the final message was received, a brown bear wearing an oversized KGB uniform manifested inside Booker's office and was able to kill and eat him before being neutralized by security. No further contact with "DODA" has been made. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6402" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6402. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: 6403 Level3 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Conventional containment is unnecessary. Instead, SCP-6403 is to be integrated into the Fourth House program, with 6403-A and all -B instances to be relocated to Site-237. The entrance to SCP-6403-C is to be relocated to Site-237 as well, with the original entrance being destroyed by SCP-6403. Description: SCP-6403 is a Class 5-3-0 Spectral Entity currently residing with the Fourth House program at Site-237. SCP-6403 is believed to have been a reality bender before being converted into a Spectral Entity, as it has a significantly high Hume count and can compress space, making large objects fit in smaller areas, among other things. SCP-6403-A is a humanoid automaton composed of bronze, approximately 2 meters tall, appearing to be of Mekhanite design. Current estimates place SCP-6403-A to be over 5000 years old. SCP-6403 is currently believed to be bound to SCP-6403-A by unknown thaumaturgical rituals. Currently, no way of removing SCP-6403 from SCP-6403-A has been discovered. SCP-6403-B is the designation for four other humanoid automatons, similar in shape and design to 6403-A, composed of iron and steel. SCP-6403 is currently in control of all four -B instances and has been shown to rebuild or repair damaged instances. SCP-6403-C is a spatial anomaly with the entrance originally located underneath the Knossos palace. SCP-6403-C contains a large maze-like structure containing a currently unknown number of corridors and rooms. The layout of this structure will constantly change, with all rooms and corridors moving to other locations, with the exception of the center room. Although SCP-6403 has some amount of control over this effect, it will happen regardless of SCP-6403 influence. While the geography close to the center is typically Euclidean, going too far away from the center will inevitably lead back to the center room. Discovery: SCP-6403 was first noticed on May 9, 2016, when a spike of Hume and Ectoplasm levels were noticed around Heraklion, Greece via Foundation satellites. Deep-cover Foundation moles in the Greek government report that on this day, 3 teenagers disappeared that were last seen around the Knossos palace complex. Although it was originally thought that these were unrelated, 4 days later when 2 police officers went missing around the Knossos palace complex, another spike was noticed. At this point, the Foundation sent in MTF- Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") to investigate, due to the potential of a Spectral Entity-related threat. + Exploration Log 6403.1 - Close Exploration Log Personnel: Mu-13 Alpha: Captain H. Tappman, Lead Mu-13 Bravo: Lieutenant G. Natley, Heavy Weapons Expert Mu-13 Charlie: Lieutenant D. Daneeka, Marksman and Field Medic Mu-13 Delta: Lieutenant C. Cathcart, Spectral Entity Tracking and Identification Expert Mu-13 Echo: Sergeant S. Dobbs, Phasmology and Thaumaturgy Expert <Begin Video Log: [12:39]> Control: Okay, time for the communications check. Please state your callsign and ID code. Alpha: This is Alpha, ID code: M13-17. Bravo: Bravo, checking in. My ID code is M13-22. Charlie: Charlie, M13-15 Delta: Hey! This is Delta and my ID code is M13-28. Echo: Um… Oh yeah. I am Echo, and my ID is… uh, M13-31. Control: Okay, you're set to enter the building. [Mu-13 proceeds to enter the Knossos palace complex.] Delta: Where are all the civilians? Isn't this some tourist destination or something? Bravo: We have the place all to ourselves. This place is locked down due to a cover story about some natural gas leak. Alpha: Alright, enough chatter. Get your Hume detectors ready and spread out. If you find a spike call it in. [EXTRANEOUS CONTENT REMOVED] [At this time, Mu-13 Charlie's Hume Counter showed a significant increase in local levels.] Charlie: I have something! [The rest of Mu-13 reaches Charlie's location.] Charlie: Over there. [They point at an ornate mural across a wall.] Alpha: Good work Charlie. Everyone, look around for anything out of the ordinary. [Mu-13 proceeds to observe the scene.] Echo: What's this? Uh… Bravo: What is it? Echo: These symbols. [She points to a set of runes.] These aren't Minoan or Greek. They appear to be … well I think they are at least … some thaumaturgical symbols. Alpha: Good work. Do you think you could activate them? Echo: Well, I'm no thaumaturgist myself, but … there should be a trigger around here somewhere. [She places her hands on the mural.] Maybe … [Her left hand stops on a bulge] here? [Mu-13 Echo presses down on the bulge in the Mural. A rumbling noise appears from an unknown location around this time. Parts of the floor begin to recede into the ground, creating a staircase leading under the mural.] Control: Great work. You have permission to advance. Delta: Last one in is a rotten egg! [Mu-13 proceeds to advance down the stairs into SCP-6403-C. Upon reaching the bottom Mu-13 encounters a long hallway perpendicular to the staircase.] Alpha: Alright. Let's split up. Charlie and I have the right, Bravo, you take Delta and Echo, and check out the left. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo head down the left hallway, with Bravo leading the group.] Delta: This is freaky as hell. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo proceed down the hallway before coming across a branch.] Bravo: Well, where should we go? Delta: [Whispering] One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, fou— Bravo: Oh, shut up. We'll take the left. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo come across another passageway.] Bravo: This place is like a fucking maze. Echo: Hey … does that remind you of anything? You know, about a maze on Cre— [At this moment, 2 SCP-6403-B instances appear out of the right hallway, running at Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo. Delta: Holy shit! [Mu-13 Delta unholsters his weapon and begins firing.] [Mu-13 Bravo and Echo begin firing at the SCP-6403-B instances.] Bravo: Alpha! Charlie! We got bogies! Requesting backup! Alpha (over comms): We have our own situation! Bravo: Dammit. [Mu-13 Delta lands two shots in quick succession, damaging SCP-6403-B1s left arm and causing it to drop the blade it was holding.] Bravo: Backup isn't coming! Alpha and Charlie have their own situation. [Mu-13 Bravo shoots SCP-6403-B1 in the right leg, causing it to fall to the ground.] Bravo: Legs! Shoot for the legs! Echo:We can't kill these things! Bravo: Yeah, but we can slow them down. [Mu-13 Echo and Delta severely damage SCP-6403-B1. Despite this, SCP-6403-B1 continues advancing towards Mu-13.] Unidentified voice: Pistéveis óti boreís na eisváleis ston lavýrintho mou chorís synépeies?1 [The sound of clanking, presumably from an incoming wave of SCP-6403-B instances, is audible.] [SCP-6403-B2 attack Mu-13 Delta with a large pipe, presumably breaking or fracturing her arm.] Delta: Ahhhgh! [Mu-13 Delta drops her rifle.] [Mu-13 Bravo and Echo shoot SCP-6403-B2 multiple times, incapacitating it.] Bravo: Shit! Delta's injured and we got more coming. Alpha, requesting permission to retreat. Alpha (over comms): Dammit Bravo. Control, do we have the all-clear? Control: Mu-13, you are clear to retreat. Alpha over (comms): Retreat! Retreat! Bravo: Give me cover fire, while I get Delta. [Mu-13 Bravo grabs Mu-13 Delta and heads out of view.] [Mu-13 Echo starts following Mu-13 Bravo and Delta, occasionally firing at the approaching SCP-6403-B instances.] [Mu-13 Echo regroups with Mu-13 Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta and exits SCP-6403-C.] Alpha: Echo, close this goddamn door! We got more coming! Echo: Just a sec. [Mu-13 Echo closes her eyes and places her hand on the mural. A rumbling sound is audible as the stairs rise up into the floor.] Bravo: Delta needs medical attention! Charlie: On it. [Mu-13 Charlie kneels next to Mu-13 Delta and begins applying a brace to her arm.] Delta: That thing… was clearly very intelligent. At least a 3 if not a 4. Pretty strong too … if it can control all of those … stupid automatons at once. Bravo: Well, shooting them didn't work. What are we gonna do now? Alpha: Dammit! Bravo: What is it? Alpha: We need the goddamn ghost fuckers. <End Video Log: [13:05]> Addendum 6403.1: After the events of exploration log 6403.1, Site-01 command voted to send the Office of Spectral Entity Diplomacy in, in an attempt to negotiate with SCP-6403. Foundation Diplomat Naomh Uma was dispatched to SCP-6403 location, along with an entourage of six (6) armed field agents in case of attack by SCP-6403 or other parties. + Interview Log 6403.1 - Close Interview Log Interviewer: Foundation Diplomat Naomh Uma, Bachelor of Political Science Interviewer: SCP-6403 Opening Statements: All communication has been translated from Greek unless otherwise stated. <Begin Video Log: [9:18]> [Naomh Uma advances down into SCP-6403-C followed by six (6) field agents.] Naomh Uma: I come in peace! I only wish to talk! [She waves an olive branch in the air.] SCP-6403: Leave your guards behind! N. Uma (in English): Stay here. I have this. [N. Uma advances deeper into SCP-6403-C, leaving the field agents behind. A section wall in front of her slides into the floor, revealing a passage leading directly into the center room.] N. Uma: This is quite a maze you have here. Do you mind telling me about it? SCP-6403: I would prefer we talk face to face. [N. Uma advances into the center. SCP-6403-A is in the middle, surrounded by several scrolls and unidentified mechanical parts hovering in the air.] SCP-6403-A: I see you speak Greek, unlike those men that only spoke that barbaric excuse for a language. N. Uma: Yes, I happen to speak Greek quite fluently. My name is Naomh Uma, and I work for a group called the SCP Foundation. I help with negotiations involving entities with your … predicament. SCP-6403-A: I am quite aware of my spectral form Ms. Uma. N. Uma: Great, that makes this a lot easier then. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions? SCP-6403-A: Well, I have nothing better to do, do ask away. N. Uma: let's start with a simple one: Who were you before you become a Spectral Entity? SCP-6403-A: I was a great and mighty thinker, the chosen of Mekhane! I was revered all throughout Greece for my intelligence and inventiveness. N. Uma: How did you become a Spectral Entity? SCP-6403-A:I was trapped here for many years by a cruel and unforgiving king. I created this maze by his will before he imprisoned me here. After a long time lurking me and my so— I mean, I escaped. I fled and hid, but the king was cunning. I killed him, but before I could escape, his cult captured me and brought me here. They forced me to create this vessel, claiming it was "to give their master a new body". [SCP-6403-A sighs.] Unfortunately, they bound me to this instead, and locked me here in some sort of "eternal punishment". Thank Mekhane I still have my sanity. [N. Uma scrawls a note on her pad: SCP-6403 is a separate entity from the automaton it is hosted in. Possible -A designation?] N. Uma: Could you tell me more about the automatons in the maze? SCP-6403-A: They are, by extent, me. I am … inhabiting their bodies, along with my own. Although I cannot leave it, my reach extends far beyond this vessel. [N. Uma writes a note on her notepad: Possibly an Enhajr or Osiris level. Proceed with caution] N. Uma: Several civilians have gone missing around the palace. Is that your doing? SCP-6403-A: Probably. N. Uma: Would you care to explain? SCP-6403-A: I have not encountered them yet. However, my maze is large, stretching far beyond my reach. It is bound to this palace, and over time the boundaries between the two have weakened. People fall in and out. They may be wandering throughout these halls. [N. Uma writes another note on her notepad: Most likely non-violent. Possible Candidate for Fourth House?] N. Uma: Do you think it would be possible to move the entrance to this maze and "bind" it to another spot? SCP-6403-A: Perhaps. I am no mage, merely an inventor. N. Uma: Just one final question: If you had the ability to leave Crete, would you? My organization has a program for Spectral Entities with circumstances such as your own. We would relocate you to a special facility, where you would be content to live, er, spend the rest of your days, away from any civilians. SCP-6403-A: I will … think about this. N. Uma: Then that will be all for now. My organization may send another representative soon, so please consider my offer. Thank you for your time. <End Video Log: [10:23]> Addendum 6403.2: On 5/3/2008, Site-01 command officially voted for the integration of SCP-6403 into the Fourth House program, after the recommendation of OSED and Foundation Diplomat N. Uma. With SCP-6403's consent, SCP-6403-A and all SCP-6403-B instances were relocated to Site-273. Members of MTF Sigma-3 ("Bibliographers") assisted in the destruction and relocation of SCP-6403-C. SCP-6403 has seemingly adapted well to its new location, with an interview with its assigned psychologist, Dr. Harold Tanaka, attached below. + Interview Log 6403.2 - Close Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Harold Tanaka, Doctor of Psychology and Parapsychology Interviewee: SCP-6403 Note: All conversation in this log occurs in English, which SCP-6403 has learned since entering Foundation custody. Because of this SCP-6403 has several breaks in its speech, being denoted by "…". <Begin Video Log:[16:58]> Dr. Tanaka: Hello. I am Dr. Harold Tanaka, and I am recording Psychology session 18 with SCP-6403, February 7, 2009. SCP-6403: Hello Doctor. Dr. Tanaka: Hello SCP-6403. How have you been since our last session? SCP-6403: I have been … alright. Not much of note has happened. Dr. Tanaka: Okay. How have you been adapting to the Fourth House? SCP-6403: Well, it is very similar to my old home. I still have my maze and general … isolation. However, I can speak to you and am not completely alone. Dr. Tanaka: I'm glad you enjoy these visits! Now, I've heard you have had some troubles with some of the other residents. SCP-6403: They … they don't understand me. Dr. Tanaka: I'm sure they don't have anything against you. SCP-6403: I know but … it is difficult. These sessions are the most interaction I have had in over 5,000 years. Dr. Tanaka: I know that 6403. Just take it one step at a time. Remember what we talked about last time? SCP-6403: Yes. I will try my best. Dr. Tanaka: I know you said you were adapting well, but you can be adapted and still feel incomplete. Are you happy? Not content, not satisfied, just happy. SCP-6403: … Yes. My life has been one set of hurts after another. First, my beloved nephew died, and my city blamed me and banished me. I thought that my … hardships were over when I was taken in. But then the maze and my son … [SCP-6403's voice breaks]. Dr. Tanaka: It's alright, take as much time as you need. SCP-6403: Thank you Doctor … and then this forsaken body. I thought that after 5,000 years, I would never find peace. Yet here I am. Thank Mekhane for you and your Foundation. To answer your question, yes Doctor, I am happy. Dr. Tanaka: Thank you so much for your continued cooperation. I think that will be all for today. SCP-6403: Hold on. Do you think you could tell Ms. Uma hello for me? Dr. Tanaka: I'll see what I can do. <End Video Log: [17:13]> Entity Designation: SCP-6403 Cosmo Score: 5-3-0 Origin: Ritual Notes: SCP-6403 had been highly cooperative with myself and the Foundation as a whole. Although SCP-6403 does not suffer from any outstanding conditions, the general lack of human contact for 5000+ years has moderately degraded its social skills and mental state, often having outbursts at other residents. How SCP-6403's mental state has not been degraded more, however, is a mystery to me. The entity appears to be highly religious within the Mekhanite faith, so this may have been a contributing factor. One final note is that SCP-6403 seems to have unresolved guilt over its son's death. Further sessions are recommended to help on this issue. Final Diagnosis: Stable Footnotes 1. Greek for: "Do you think you can invade my maze without consequences?" |
SCP-6405 | euclid | SCP-6405 Byㅤ Metaphysician Published on 30 Jan 2023 19:40 Item #: SCP-6405 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6405 is to remain anchored at its current position by steel wire tethers that are to be replaced biannually or as deemed necessary by Command. Patrol ships are to maintain a 5 km perimeter around SCP-6405, preventing unauthorized access. Due to environmental conditions, all Foundation personnel are to be equipped with cold weather attire. The use of earplugs is mandatory due to the deafening vocalizations of SCP-6405-1. Personnel are to be rotated every three months due to the physiological and psychological stress caused by the low temperature, remote nature of the location, lack of direct sunlight, and the persistent vocalizations of SCP-6405-1. Boarding SCP-6405 is strictly prohibited until further notice. + ARCHIVED: Special Containment Procedure ACCESS GRANTED Personnel are to only board the vessel as part of authorized exploration missions. Selected personnel are to be delivered by speedboat and must disembark SCP-6405 in under 9 minutes. Objects are not to be removed from SCP-6405 and are to be instead photographed with non-electronic cameras. Description: SCP-6405 is a 134.16 m length cruise ship. Research into the origins of the vessel revealed that it had been registered anonymously to the Bahamas Maritime Authority, a popular flag of convenience1. The Foundation has since been able to trace ownership, through transaction records and the questioning of Bahamas Maritime Authority employees, to Rufus Dreschner - film producer and high ranking member of the Fifth Church. Infrared readings have revealed a humanoid entity within the lower hold which has since been classified as SCP-6405-1. SCP-6405-1 continuously vocalizes at >150 dB. These vocalizations, along with the observed movements of SCP-6405-1, are suggestive of a perpetual state of pain and an inability to leave the room in which it is presently located. SCP-6405-1 emits a periodic burst of radiation on par with ultra-high-energy cosmic rays (UHECR)2, highly lethal3 but quickly dissipating for reasons still unknown. These bursts occur approximately every 9 minutes, though the reason for the pause/delay has yet to be determined. Electronics brought aboard SCP-6405 are immediately rendered inoperable regardless of when a burst event occurs. Non-digital photography is a viable means of gathering information in the limited time allotted for exploration. Objects removed from SCP-6405 rapidly disintegrate, resulting in photography being the only means of gathering information from items and documents discovered aboard. SCP-6405 was discovered during the investigation of a "double flash" of light detected by an American satellite4 at coordinates 47°S 40°E on September 22, 1979. The event was publicly hypothesized to be the result of a joint South African and Israeli nuclear test near the South African controlled Prince Edward Islands. The Foundation, suspecting a potentially anomalous event, proceeded to investigate. Passenger manifests and dossiers recovered from SCP-6405 support the existence of a once extensive crew. However, out of the 1,892 people mentioned, only one has been definitively proven to have ever existed outside of documents found on SCP-6405 (see SCP-6405-1). Social Security numbers and bank accounts fail to correspond with any persons, living or deceased. Journal entries and missives found on board suggest the purpose of SCP-6405 was to serve as a reeducation center for members (and former members) of the Fifth Church. The general living quarters were found to be cramped and lockable from the outside, closely resembling prison cells, while those inhabited by higher ranking members of the Fifth Church were noted to be of ample size and lavishly furnished. Although no human remains have ever been recovered, clothing can be found scattered throughout the ship's interior, evidently discarded as entire outfits and covered with a black residue of unknown origin. SCP-6405-1 is believed to be Sophia Salazar (formerly Sophia Efron), a soprano with the Vox Aeterna opera company and wife of Carlos Salazar, a wealthy and influential member of the Fifth Church. Sophia Salazar had been reported missing by friends and family not associated with the Fifth Church. The Los Angeles Police Department claimed to have investigated the matter, visiting Carlos Salazar's Hollywood mansion, and declaring Sophia Salazar to be safe. She has not been seen in public since 1974. Operatives have reported and captured photographs of Foundation-issued uniforms and equipment throughout SCP-6405. Identification cards do not match recorded personnel, living or deceased, and were initially considered forgeries, though how the Fifth Church gained the necessary classified information to do this remains unknown. Further complicating the matter is the recent discovery of Foundation materials only created or employed after the discovery of SCP-6405. These objects number in the thousands and have rendered certain parts of SCP-6405 inaccessible without excavation. Recovered Documents: + SCP-6405 Document I: Orientation ACCESS GRANTED We do this because we love you. But existence isn't a right - it's a privilege - and you're all here because you let it inside. When you gorge yourself on lies, you leave no room for the Resonance. But now you're fat with too much unnecessary information. You’ve become a clog in the drain, a clot in the vein. You are here for a spiritual enema, to flush away the human sewage. Stars love a void - let us help you become empty. With our love, you’ll swallow a most beautiful star. Imagine it. A beautiful shining star, full of light and law. And when the time comes - and mark my words, it is coming soon - you’ll be with us. You’ll be with us, when all becomes music. + SCP-6405 Document II: CS-ORDERS OF MAJESTY ACCESS GRANTED CS I: UNCLEAN - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $5,225 TO ASCEND CS II: BLIND - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $10,092 CS III: DEAD - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $16,204 CS IV: FREEDOM - SHOW THEM WHERE IT GOES CS V: FUTURE PER[rest of document illegible due to damage but appears to contain an additional 3 to 5 ranks] + SCP-6405 Document III: SPI-QUEST ACCESS GRANTED Have you ever found yourself dancing when no one else was? Have you failed to sever deviant relations? Do dead stars still burn? Have you followed the smoke? Can you taste it? What is the color of space? Does it bother you to have your privacy invaded? What do you wish you hadn't done? What promise did you fail to keep? Do you have any secrets that you’re afraid we'll find out? Have you ever turned away from the smoke? Did you think we wouldn’t recognize your lies? How many falsehoods have you told since this session began? Do these questions upset you? Why won't you take off your mask? Why did you hide your soul from us? Did you think we wouldn't know? Why do you choose to be sick? In your dreams, have you ever destroyed a world? Do you remember how it felt? You let it in, didn't you? Do you still die in your dreams? Do you truly believe you deserve to exist? +SCP-6405 Document IV: Journal of P. Fideus, CS-IV ACCESS GRANTED “Her bad vibrations make her bad for the church. Should have just gotten rid of her but Mr. Salazar thinks we can fix her. Who am I to question a CS-VII? Most here just want to give all they can. So much love. Already gifted all their worldly possessions. Bodies too. Not like they'll need them in the long run.” “Salazar’s problem spit on my face today. It’s like she doesn’t even want to ascend. What a psycho bitch. Stupid! Decided to do a little ‘corrective therapy’ but she lost consciousness about an hour in. I take pride in my work and expect a captive audience. Got pretty messy in there, so figured I’d let the other aberrations clean up. You know, let her be an example of what happens if they deviate from the program.” “We've been at this one for years now. Must have pissed off Mr. Salazar something fierce. Her flow is all wrong. Told us to correct her but I don't think he even cares anymore. Easy enough to replace. Keep up appearances. I wanted to toss her overboard but Armitage radioed us, says he got something special planned and needs the bitch alive, for now. If Armitage tells you to do something you fucking do it. Man's CS level is out of this world.” “We docked at Cali and shit, the equipment they set us up with? We're gonna make Salazar's little problem disappear. The Fifth World ain't for everybody.” Addendum: On 06/21/1991, a photograph was obtained by a D-Class personnel (the first sent) and returned safely to the Foundation Control Ship. The image depicts a heavy vault door with an observational window. Although the photograph revealed an empty cell, it appears to be the room containing SCP-6405-1 based on thermal readings. It has thus been hypothesized that SCP-6405-1 cannot be observed by the naked eye. Closer analysis of the photograph uncovered words carved in the back wall of the cell. Although difficult to read, scans with image retrieval software revealed the words: “MAY THEIR NAMES AND MEMORIES BE OBLITERATED”5 Recent photographs from the ship suggest that orange D-Class jumpsuits now outnumber plain clothes and operative attire. Also noted was a sudden jump in discarded cameras within SCP-6405. The O5 Council has ordered the cessation of all SCP-6405 related exploration and experimentation until further notice. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6405" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6405. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Flag of convenience is the business practice of registering a merchant ship in a sovereign state different from that of the ship's owners, and flying that state's civil ensign on the ship. Ships are registered under flags of convenience to reduce operating costs or avoid the regulations of the owner's country. 2. A cosmic ray particle with a kinetic energy greater than 1018 eV. 3. Based on radiometric readings, the Foundation has consistently maintained a safe distance from the event. 4. Created by the United States to monitor compliance with the 1963 Partial Test Ban Treaty by the Soviet Union. 5. A phrase likely derived from yimakh shemo v'zikhro (Hebrew: יִמַּח שְׁמוֹ וְזִכְרוֹ, lit. 'may his name and his memory be erased'), a biblical Hebrew curse. |
SCP-6406 | keter | CONTENT WARNING PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION This story depicts severe emotional and mental abuse. 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-6406 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6406 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-87. Standard interview protocols are to be observed with the following two caveats: Interviews are to only be performed by Researcher Cassandra Pike. Additional security is to be implemented to subdue either the subject or Pike if violence is imminent, up to and including utilization of anesthetic gas to render either subject or Pike unconscious. In addition, Pike has been granted clearance to Site-87’s armory. She is allowed a small-caliber handgun in order to subdue and recontain SCP-6406 in the event that it manifests in her proximity. She is to be accompanied by a discrete security detail while inside Nexus Zone 18. Description: SCP-6406 is an entity of unclear origin that resembles Dr. Francis Bietsy, a former neurosurgeon and self-proclaimed ‘health guru’.1 While physically resembling Bietsy, SCP-6406 is demonstrably not the individual in question. Notable deviations include the fact that SCP-6406 appears to be twenty-two years old, while the actual Francis Bietsy is thirty-four years old; SCP-6406 cannot accurately account for their activities between 2000 and 2022; SCP-6406 lacks basic biographical knowledge of subjects such as the names of Francis Bietsy’s parents, their childhood home, and the name of their wife; and SCP-6406 displays distinctive, exaggerated emotionally abusive behavior. Furthermore, SCP-6406 has shown anomalous regenerative properties to the point where they can recover from any injury. SCP-6406 is in a heavily antagonistic relationship with Foundation researcher Dr. Cassandra Pike, stationed at Site-87. Dr. Pike was friends with the actual Francis Bietsy during her time in undergraduate school, but grew distant following a severe argument that resulted in Dr. Pike being issued mandatory counseling by psychological staff at William and Mary University. Dr. Pike has not received an SCP classification, as she is not anomalous beyond her connection to SCP-6406. SCP-6406 manifested in early 2021, approximately five months into Dr. Pike’s pregnancy. Two days prior to its manifestation, she had been contacted by the actual Francis Bietsy over their civilian Facebook account, where she had posted photographs of herself throughout her pregnancy; Bietsy seemingly wished to congratulate Dr. Pike on their successful conception. Addendum: Manifestation of SCP-6406: In March of 2021, SCP-6406 manifested while Dr. Pike was with her husband, Dr. Claude Mattings, at St. Francis de Sales Hospital in Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin2 While leaving the building following an ultrasound examination, embedded listening devices within their phones recorded the following audio: Dr. Mattings: You’re joking. Dr. Pike: I wish. I wanted to throw my phone at the wall when I saw it. Dr. Mattings: From what you told me, guy’s a piece of work. Dr. Pike: Yeah. Blocked him and left him on ‘read’. If I didn’t have my parents on there, I’d honestly delete Facebook. Dr. Mattings: Honestly? You could probably ask Pryce to assassinate Zuckerberg for you, make their stock plummet. Would make a hell of a baby shower gift, I think. Dr. Pike: laughing Jesus, hon! Dr. Mattings: Just a joke, just a joke. Dr. Pike: Normal people don’t joke about assassinating CEOs in front of recording equipment so high-fidelity it can hear a flea piss on the moon! Dr. Mattings: So you prefer me cold and stoic, got it. Wait, where’d we park? Dr. Pike: Hold on, I have the remote. Miscellaneous audio expunged Dr. Mattings: I swore we parked closer. Sorry about that, hon. Dr. Pike: audibly panting It’s… fine. But… next time, I’m… taking the wheelchair. Dr. Mattings: Good ide— Silence for several seconds. Dr. Mattings: Who the hell is that in our car? Dr. Pike: Shit. Does this one have the thing where we can lock someone in? Dr. Mattings: New car, remember? We haven’t had it installed yet. Dr. Pike: Fuck. What do we do? Dr. Mattings: I’ll call 9-1-1. Get behind me. I’d rather whatever’s in there eat me before it gets to my daughter. Dr. Mattings is heard on the phone with emergency services. Further data is pulled from Dr. Pike’s device. Dr. Pike: I… think I’m seeing things, or else the town’s getting to me. It looks like… like… The sound of a car door opening and closing is heard. SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. How’s it going? Dr. Pike: What the fuck? Francis? Francis fucking Bietsy? I— no, no way, no. Dr. Mattings: Wait— the hell? I saw him on TV the other day. You’re telling me that’s Francis Bietsy? Dr. Pike: It fucking looks like the son of a bitch. Same smug smile, same hair, same letterman jacket… and he hasn’t aged a day. That spells ‘anomaly’. Dr. Mattings: I’ll call the Site for pickup. Just… don’t do anything rash. We don’t want— Dr. Pike: Another Oliver? Dr. Mattings: Yeah. SCP-6406: Look at you, all knocked up. Looks like you produced something halfway worthwhile. Dr. Mattings: Cassandra. Stay behind me. I need to— SCP-6406: To what, exactly? While you protect her from her own failures, again? You know why she hates me so much? Dr. Mattings: No, and I frankly don’t care. Dr. Mattings activates his phone’s personal assistant. Helen, contact Site-87, Code 25. SCP-6406: Apathy is the most positive emotion I could expect from her at this point, and she won’t even give me that. Your wife’s a bitch, and you’re only with her out of pity and the fear that— At this point, SCP-6406 was violently subdued by Dr. Mattings. SCP-6406 was unusually cooperative, allowing itself to be taken into custody. Its injuries (amounting to a broken nose and a concussion) healed rapidly after its arrival at Site-87. However, it refused to communicate with any member of Site-87 personnel except for Dr. Pike. She agreed to this, as Bietsy is a public figure, and any connection this anomaly has to him posed a risk to Veil integrity should the behavior of SCP-6406 begin to manifest in the actual Francis Biesty. Addendum: Selected SCP-6406 Interviews: Date: March 19th, 2021 Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike Interviewer: Agent Robert Tofflemire Agent Tofflemire: Okay, so let me see if I have this straight. The thing we have in containment is Frank Bietsy? The quack who got hundreds of people to drink colloidal silver to cure COVID? Dr. Pike: Yeah, R-gent Cyur. Such a stupid fucking name, can’t believe… the point is, yeah, it’s either him, or something wearing his face to mess with me. Agent Tofflemire: He seems to be… kind of obsessed with you. What’s up with that? How do you know him? Dr. Pike: Met him in undergrad, eons ago, before he became a millionaire. And… Dr. Pike inhales deeply. Can you promise that what I’m about to say won’t get me sectioned? Agent Tofflemire: You seem shaken up by this. I don’t think Dr. Palmer’s gonna mind a polemic. Dr. Pike: He and I used to be friends. Not great friends, but friends. We’d meet in the union at William and Mary after class, even collaborated on a few group projects in bio and chem. Then… summer of our sophomore year, it’s like a switch flipped in him. He went from being somewhat humble, talented, and gracious, to someone who got lost in his own ego. He would constantly suck up to professors just to get ahead, and slacked off throughout all of undergrad, probably through his doctorate program too. All it got him was a status as one of the most well-paid doctors in the country behind fucking Dr. Oz. Agent Tofflemire: You sound kinda bitter about him. Dr. Pike: Why would I be? He makes a living selling hackery and quackery to the gullible masses. I have some measure of integrity. Dr. Pike sniffs. Not a lot, but some. Agent Tofflemire: And you know that 6406 will only talk to you? Dr. Pike: I can handle myself around it. Therapy’s been helping. I’m wondering if this… isn’t the thing from last Halloween? Some piece of it that— Agent Tofflemire: It isn’t. I saw its remains, and I know it’s dead. It’s not coming back. This is something new, it has to be. Dr. Pike: …okay then. When’s my first interview with it? Agent Tofflemire: Tomorrow. Date: March 20th, 2021 Subject: SCP-6406 Interviewer: Dr. Pike Dr. Pike: Beginning first interview with SCP-6406. This is Dr. Cassandra Pike, and the subject in front of me is a humanoid anomaly resembling Francis Bietsy, noted… health guru. SCP-6406: We used to be friends. Dr. Pike: Going to go through the stock questions. What are you? SCP-6406: Right now, I’m tied down. Are the chains necessary? Dr. Pike: We don’t know the full extent of what you are, but we know you aren’t Francis Bietsy. He’s in Texas right now, giving a conference on… something about how miracle fruit can make you live for 150 years. Where did you come from? SCP-6406: Where did you go? Where did you come from, Cassie-Eye Joe? Dr. Pike: Do I have to get the cattle prod? That wasn’t a stock question, by the way. What is your point of origin? SCP-6406: Point Pleasant, West Virginia! Home of the mothman, and the greatest doctor in the world! That’s me, by the way. Dr. Pike: Still as pompous as ever. SCP-6406, are you willing to actually cooperate? SCP-6406: Cass, you don’t have to be so formal. You don’t remember us working together? Bein’ at least a little friendly? Dr. Pike: I remember you turning into the worst person I’ve ever known. Not much worth remembering beyond that. SCP-6406: Ask what you actually want to ask, not these stock questions. Or can you not even do your job as a… did you ever actually become a biologist? Or are you some janitor here that they just happened to hire? Dr. Pike: I’ve done good work. You can’t take that away from me. SCP-6406: Can’t I, though? I’ve been published in hundreds of reputable periodicals. Anyone who reads a paper you publish probably gets sent to a blacksite. Dr. Pike: You aren’t him. You’re at least a decade my junior. You look just like him in college, which is… impossible. SCP-6406: Even if I’m not Francis Bietsy, you’re still Cassandra Pike. Still the same lunatic who gave death glares to her professors if they announced the class got a C average on a test, even though you always got an A. Dr. Pike: I don’t have time for this. Answer the damn question. What made you? SCP-6406: Boy or girl? SCP-6406 indicates Dr. Pike’s belly. Dr. Pike: I’m not telling you about my child. Where did you come from? SCP-6406: Quid pro quo. I tell you something, you tell me. Dr. Pike: All right, fine. I’ll tell you something. Dr. Pike stands and leans slightly across the table. Fuck off. You can try the Hannibal Lecter schtick all you want, but I ain’t huntin’ Buffalo Bill here. Dr. Pike returns to her seat. Now, you’re going to tell me why the hell the Nexus made you.3 SCP-6406: I honestly just looked you up on Facebook and decided I’d pop in to say hi. Glad I did— seems like your husband needs a break from you. Never seen a more hen-pecked son of a bitch in my li— At this point, Dr. Pike stands and abruptly exits the room, terminating the interview. Video feed shows the one-way observation glass vibrating violently within the containment cell, startling SCP-6406. Dr. Pike admitted herself to the infirmary for an injured hand following this. SCP-6406: And you’re giving up when things get even remotely difficult! There’s the Cassie I remember. No further interviews would take place until May of 2021, when SCP-65004 came to an end. SCP-6406 breached containment, and appeared within Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings’s quarters in Site-87 on May 20th during their evening meal. Date: May 20th, 2021 Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings are at the kitchen table in their quarters, eating leftover food from a local Chinese restaurant. Dr. Pike suddenly becomes melancholy. Dr. Mattings: You all right, hon? Dr. Pike: Asshole’s popped back into my head again. Dr. Mattings: Want to talk about it? Dr. Pike: Not particularly. I just want to forget that he exists, honestly. Dr. Mattings: Wouldn’t be safe for the baby, but… we could see about getting you amnestic treatment in a couple of months. Get him out of your head. Dr. Pike: He’d just pop back in. Amnestics can’t really get rid of mental wounds a decade or more old— SCP-6406: And I’m going to stay right there. SCP-6406 has abruptly appeared behind Dr. Pike. She screams and is caught by Dr. Mattings before she falls from her chair. Dr. Mattings: What the fuck— Helen, containment breach, 6406’s gotten into our room! Dr. Pike: How the hell— how are you here? How are you here?! SCP-6406: I got lonely down in the cell, figured I’d pop in to say hi. Come and visit me a bit more often, and this won’t happen again. SCP-6406 proceeds to take up a container of food and eat from it, before demanifesting. Medical and security teams enter the Pike-Mattings Family quarters three minutes later, where Dr. Pike is sat on the couch, being comforted by her husband. The container of food was later recovered in SCP-6406’s cell. Following this, Dr. Pike reluctantly resumed interviews, reasoning that it was simpler to interact with SCP-6406 in its cell rather than have it appear to her at random. Date: June 23rd, 2021 SCP-6406: Is the kid even your husband’s? Dr. Pike: You honestly have to ask that? SCP-6406: I mean, he looks like the kind of guy who would rather be a sperm donor to a complete stranger than willingly sleep with you. Dr. Pike: He’s my husband, and my best friend on top of that. SCP-6406: You don’t have friends, Cassie. You have people who tolerate you. That’s it. Honestly, I’m sorry. Dr. Pike: For? SCP-6406: For your child. Growing up with a deranged mother and a father who clearly will never love a bastard. SCP-6406 laughs. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me yet. God knows I can feel your death glare from the other side of the glass. SCP-6406 indicates the one-way observation glass. SCP-6406: I know you hate me, so cut the professional shit and let it loose. Both barrels, c’mon. Dr. Pike: You know what? Dr. Pike directly addresses the camera in the room. I’m not about to put up with this shit anymore. We’ve gotten zero useful information from him over the past two months. I refuse to do this anymore, and if you want to section me, demote me, whatever, go ahead and do it. I’m not about to let this shitheel force me into this anymore. If he teleports out, I’m sheltering in place and calling the cavalry. Interview terminated. Site-87 Director Tristan Bailey agreed to halt interviews until a later date. However, SCP-6406 appeared twice more to Dr. Pike, significantly disrupting her daily routine. This briefly ceased following the birth of her daughter and subsequent involvement in a highly classified operation related to her previous work on Project ARK, and the subsequent counter-operation, Project LAZARUS. During this time, Dr. Pike’s psychological state worsened as she tried to care for her daughter, Rose. This was originally attributed to post-partum depression; however, following its appearance in her vehicle in August and subsequent re-containment, Dr. Pike confronted it in its holding cell. Date: August 17th, 2021 SCP-6406: Did you lose it? Awful flat belly you have there. Dr. Pike: Fuck you, you know I didn’t. What the hell is wrong with you? SCP-6406: You think I’m an irredeemable monster. I’m just playing the part at this point, no reason to try to convince you otherwise. Dr. Pike: You know why I hate you, Francis? You know why I’ve spent years of my life holding a grudge? It’s because you are the kind of person who’s successful without even remotely deserving it. You weedled, brown-nosed, whined, and played the victim all the way to success, coasting on your laurels and successes while doing absolutely nothing that actually contributed to the world in any way, and all you got for it was being one of the highest-paid fucking doctors in the world. You’re a parasite. Other people work their fingers off to have even an ounce of what you have, and it was handed to you for free because you appeal to the right type of people. SCP-6406: How very Ayn Rand of you. Tell me, Miss Galt, do you have another seventy pages worth of speech I need to sit through? Dr. Pike: Shut up! You are the most fucking infuriating thing I’ve ever had to put up with. SCP-6406: Hard to believe, considering that you live with yourself twenty-four seven. Everyone here thinks you’re crazy. Dr. Pike: And I don’t know a single fucking person who I’ve talked to in the last three months that doesn’t think you’re one of the worst things we have in containment! There are literal murder gods that people hate less than you! We have fucking clones of Jeffery Dahmer that aren’t as abrasive as you! We’ve had more interesting conversations with aliens who can’t comprehend the existence of the letter “S” without their brains liquefying! SCP-6406: But they haven’t gotten to know me. Maybe they’d like me then. Dr. Pike clenches her fists, before approaching SCP-6406. Dr. Pike: You… have lived in my head for years because of all the things you’ve said and done, and all the things you don’t deserve. The whole time I was working on Lazarus, I knew I was making the world a better place, but it would never be a good place. Not with you in it. SCP-6406: What are you going to do, then, Cassie? The same thing you’ve done for the last dozen years? Fume about it, cry about it to your therapist? You’re nothi— Dr. Pike abruptly bull-rushes SCP-6406, pinning it against the wall and attempting to strangle it, letting out a scream of rage. Containment specialist Dr. Jacob Kola activates the Emergency Humanoid Sedation System, which renders both Dr. Pike and SCP-6406 unconscious. Dr. Pike was remanded into psychological care following this incident, while a Foundation tribunal was convened to decide her fate. However, intervention occurred from an unlikely benefactor— Dr. Tilda Moose, Director of Site-19. Dr. Moose requested a personal audience with Dr. Pike to discuss SCP-6406. Date: September 19th, 2021 Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike Interviewer: Dr. Tilda D. Moose Dr. Pike is being held in Detention at Site-87. The interview room includes a glass divider with a speaker on either side; Dr. Moose enters, and Dr. Pike has a clear startle response at her appearance. The following dialog is directly relevant to SCP-6406. Dr. Pike: I don’t understand. Why… why are you helping me? Dr. Moose: That's… complicated. I was asked to look into your case, and I found that — I found that I needed to understand your situation more. I need you to answer some questions for me, if you're willing. As you said — I'm here to help. Why do you hate SCP-6406 so thoroughly? Or rather, why do you hate Francis Bietsy? Dr. Pike: Because he has no integrity. He and I… we were both going to become MDs. But he lost all sense of actually wanting to help people overnight, and I changed track to go into biochemistry after seeing how much the pre-med faculty at William and Mary were letting him get away with. Dr. Moose: Is there more to it than that? To this situation, I mean. Dr. Pike: He makes me feel like I’m insane. He knows how to push my buttons in those fucking interviews, how to bait me, how to drive me over the edge. And I try so hard not to take the bait, but… it was so easy to react. Dr. Moose: I can’t condone assaulting an anomalous humanoid, but given the circumstances, it’s not an entirely irrational reaction. Continue, please. Dr. Pike: He… he’s abrasive. Everything he’s said and done for the last several years has rubbed me the wrong way. And… there’s one more thing. Dr. Moose: What? Dr. Pike: That fucking cure-all he markets, R-gent Cyur? That started off as a joke in college that got out of hand. Several seconds of silence. Dr. Moose: Can you… elaborate? Dr. Pike: It was at a fucking party, and we were trying to think up safe, science-themed cocktails. We ended up grabbing a bottle of colloidal silver and mixing it with some bourbon, did this snake-oil salesman routine. I ended up drinking it, and got sick as shit the next couple of days. Dr. Pike mimes holding a bottle. Dr. Pike: Behold, Argent Cure, the amazing one-and-done drink that can solve everything from corns and pertussis to dysentery and limp dicks! Dr. Moose: I don't understand. Do you feel guilt over him taking this idea? Are you angry that he took the joke and used it unethically? Dr. Pike: Yeah, essentially. It was never meant to be taken seriously. But he stole the name and now is raking in the dough. It’s… not fair. Dr. Moose: What would have been fair? What would give you vindication? Dr. Pike: I don’t know. Dr. Moose: I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me. Dr. Pike: There isn’t. Dr. Moose: I suppose… I simply don’t understand why SCP-6406 upsets you so much. Dr. Pike: Because it’s Francis fucking Bietsy. Dr. Moose: I just… I don't think that SCP-6406 is representative of the actual Francis Bietsy. Dr. Pike: I have to disagree with you there. As far as I’m concerned, the thing in containment a few floors down is what Francis is, at his core — a horrible man who keeps on coming back into my head bringing the worst parts to the surface. I hadn’t even thought about him for years before he came out of nowhere and practically said ‘congrats on finally getting laid’ to me on Facebook. Dr. Pike snorts. Dr. Pike: Not like you actually know the guy. But I do. Suffice to say, ‘cunt’ is too kind of a word for him. Dr. Moose: Actually, I do know him. Dr. Pike: What? Dr. Moose: He’s a member of the Foundation. He’s part of Cover-Ops— Disinformation. He’s helping distribute material that dilutes what is, essentially, an extradimensional Multi-Level Marketing scheme. Unfortunately, yes, he’s getting rich off of it. Dr. Pike: WHAT?! Dr. Pike bangs on the glass divider between herself and Dr. Moose. A guard raises their weapon; Moose raises her hand to indicate the guard should stand down. Dr. Pike: This motherfucker has been part of the Foundation for how long? Dr. Moose: Two… no, three years less than yourself. Dr. Pike: And I suppose you’re about to tell me he donates all of the proceeds to puppy orphanages or something? Dr. Moose: Of course not. There’s a loophole that allows him to keep most of the profits from the junk he helps the Foundation sell. Personally, I’m not a fan of the arrangement. You’ve known him longer than I have. I’ve talked to him at maybe a couple of symposiums, heard him speak at a Disinformation seminar. But part of me thinks that you’re not casting him in a good light because you don’t cast yourself in one. Dr. Pike: I don’t hate myself! I’ve gone through fucking years of therapy to fucking… I… Dr. Pike pauses and gasps for breath. Dr. Pike: Years of this, down the drain, because he decided to barge back into my life. Dr. Moose: I never said anything about you hating yourself. But there’s clear trauma here. You're hurting, Dr. Pike. It's interfering with your work with a potentially key SCP object. Ordinarily, I would ask you to be reassigned, but you're the only one who can do this work. I want to help you. How can we address this situation? Over a minute of silence is recorded. A guard moves to escort Dr. Pike to her holding cell; Dr. Moose holds up her hand once again. Dr. Moose: I don’t know much about Sloth’s Pit. I’ve been fascinated with the concept, but not even a Director can control her areas of research, and sadly I’ve never been assigned before now. Stories help create this place, yes? Dr. Pike: What’s your point? Dr. Moose: What happens if you believe in the fiction of someone hard enough, and hold on to enough anger, in a place like this? Dr. Pike: That isn’t a fiction! That thing might as well be the real Francis Biesty! He acts— Dr. Moose: Like a parody of the real man. I’ve met him. Talked to him not a month ago. He’s a snake-oil salesman. He’s not cruel except when he’s being especially lazy. He doesn’t act like the entity created in his image. He acts like you think he would act. I finished my assessment of this anomaly before I came in here. I believe that you are unconsciously emotionally fueling this anomaly, and that this manifestation cycle is dangerous enough to be a matter of concern for everyone else. Further, I think it's artificially altering your emotional state. Not so directly as a mind-affecting ability, but… in the same way that we can't change something without being changed ourselves. You are working in Sloth's Pit — you aren't immune to its effects. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? Dr. Pike: So it’s my fault he’s like this? Dr. Moose: It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just… poison that’s leaked into your brain as a result of horrible things done to you by a variety of people, mixed with general malaise, depression, and the feeling of just… being overwhelmed. If you want my honest advice… I think you should spend time with your family. Enjoy your maternity leave, like you’re supposed to. Dr. Pike: Not an option for me. Not with what happened in California. Not with… not with what I have to do for Rose. Dr. Moose: Your daughter? Dr. Pike: No. The woman I named her after. Long, classified story. Dr. Pike sniffs. Dr. Pike: How do I stop him from living in my head like this? Dr. Moose: How do you stop reading a bad book? You put it down. Addendum: SCP-6406 Neutralization Attempt: Dr. Moose used her influence among higher echelons of the Foundation to petition for Dr. Pike’s release from detention, with the caveat that, should she not successfully neutralize or decommission SCP-6406, she would be relieved of duty and dismissed from the Foundation. The following events occurred in October of 2021. SCP-6406 is standing in the middle of its containment cell, unrestrained. Dr. Pike enters, looking directly at SCP-6406. SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. Not got me tied to a chair this time. So, what’s it gonna be? Gonna try to insult me to death? Dr. Pike: Honestly? There is no insult worse I can think of than what’s standing before me right now. SCP-6406: What? Dr. Pike: You’re not real. You’re some… fucking awful version of a person that I put in my head, an antagonist I made up for myself. But like the saying goes: never meet your villains. SCP-6406: All right, yeah. I’m fictional. So what? You’re stuck with me. Is this some kind of attempt at an apology? Forgiveness? Dr. Pike laughs long enough that she struggles to breathe. Dr. Pike: An apology? Forgiveness? You— the real you abandoned his principles! Made me feel like shit! And got rewarded for it! SCP-6406: And here comes the hateful remarks. Please, Cassie, never change, we need some people in the world who are constantly spiteful to keep us grounded. Dr. Pike: I can’t ever forgive Francis. But I’m letting you go, because you aren’t Francis. You’re 6406. You’re a worse version of a bad person that I made up so I could have something to be angry at, because people do need an antagonist. SCP-6406: Please, keep telling yourself you’re the hero here. You are so demonstrably the bad guy that it isn’t even funny. Dr. Pike smirks. Dr. Pike: Antagonist doesn't mean villain. Most of my friends try to stop me from doing stupid shit on a daily basis, and for the most part, it works — they’re antagonists in the sense that I can’t be myself, thanks to them, and that’s a good thing. But honestly? I have to thank this place. At this point, Dr. Pike appears to stop addressing SCP-6406. Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin. This fucking city decided to fuck with me in the worst way imaginable, make me have to deal with a person I despised for years, and now I know why. It’s so I could do this. SCP-6406: Do what? Attack me? Leave? You know better by now. Do whatever you want and I'll still be there, because you know the truth: you're nothing, and I'm something. That's how it always has been, and always will be. Even your shitty party jokes, I could spin them into millions. And working for the Foundation, too! I outclass you, even here. Dr. Pike doesn't respond. SCP-6406: So stop embarrassing yourself and sit down. Back in the chair, where you belong. We've got plenty to talk about. Dr. Pike turns towards the door. Dr. Pike: You're not just a fiction. You’re a ghost. And this is an exorcism. You don’t get to live in my head anymore. Goodbye, SCP-6406. I hope the real version of you is a better person than I think they are. SCP-6406: You can’t get away from me that easy! I’ve lived in your head for over a decade! I’ll claw my way back— At this point, SCP-6406 abruptly demanifests. Dr. Pike exits the containment cell. This file is in the process of being revised to classify SCP-6406 to neutralized. Dr. Pike has since been reassigned to Site-6███ in Northern California, alongside her husband and daughter. Footnotes 1. Dr. Bietsy gained notoriety in the mid 2010s for controversially promoting a self-made brand of energy drink, ‘R-gent Cyur’, as a cure-all health aid. 2. An anomalous population center located in Douglas County, designated by the Foundation as Nexus-18. Events in Sloth’s Pit, including anomalous manifestations, have a tendency to follow narrative tropes and conventions. 3. The working theory at the time was that Sloth’s Pit’s Nexus Zone, whose thematic anomalies include the manifestation of thoughtforms, had somehow created SCP-6406. 4. A temporary event that resulted in a universal decline of anomalous activity. Hub ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6406" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6406. Licensed under CC-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-6407 | euclid | Nyelo SCP-6407 — Ketchup Monstrosity Written by Nyelo Very cool individuals: Special thanks to Jack Waltz, Phantom8 and cybersqyd for their help with the article. Also thanks to breadstiqq for the image edit! Item#: 6407 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site: Site-88 Site Director: Dr. Phillip Foster {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Research Head: Dr. Elias Brito Assigned Task Force: N/A {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Footage of SCP-6407 recorded by a CCTV camera. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6407 is to be contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell. Daily, a D-Class Personnel must carry a bucket filled with 5 kg of tomato sauce to SCP-6407's containment cell, which will be given to the entity for absorption. Description: SCP-6407 is a sapient human male, concealed inside a layer of tomato ketchup. This layer covers the entirety of its body, except for the eyes. While its arms are incapable of movement, SCP-6407 can form streams of ketchup. In terms of appearance, these streams are similar to tentacles. SCP-6407 will use them to gain or discharge mass. SCP-6407 has partial control over all the ketchup that constructs its outer layer, effectively letting it separate the tomato sauce from all other substances that might contaminate it. Its internal organs seem to have been repurposed for an unknown function. However, these organs being utilized as means to avoid the spoiling and drying of the ketchup has been hypothesized. SCP-6407 regularly displays high levels of stress and anxiety, thus causing it to behave violently both with its environment and the people surrounding it. The anomaly's stress levels were significantly reduced during the time Dr. Jacob Fletcher was assigned to it. Addendum 6407.1: SCP-6407 was retrieved wandering in the woods near Candem, Alabama. SCP-6407 was involved in an incident in the “Tip Top” fast food restaurant. SCP-6407, known as Myles Meighan at the time, was present along with three other employees: Simon Luke, Gabriel Collins and Andrew Jones. The following is a transcript of the restaurant's security video footage. Access was granted by the restaurant's owner. ▶ OPEN VIDEO LOG ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ DATE: 04/06/2019 11:03 «BEGIN LOG» Only one client is present at the restaurant. Myles is taking their order while his coworkers converse in the kitchen. GABRIEL: I'm so bored. SIMON: Same. Maybe we could do something after work? ANDREW: I can't. I have a date with my girl. SIMON: Are you bragging about your girlfriend again? ANDREW: It's not my fault you can't get one. Myles walks into the kitchen and places the order on the kitchen table. MYLES: A basic burger with extra ketchup. Fries too. GABRIEL: Got it. I'll do the fries. SIMON: You cook the burger, ketchup boy. MYLES: Stop calling me that. ANDREW: Calm down, ketchup boy. Don't get so flustered over a joke. MYLES: Fuck you. Myles and Gabriel work on their tasks respectively. Simon signals Andrew to a corner of the room. Unintelligible whispers are heard, followed by Simon and Andrew laughing. Gabriel turns around to look at them. SIMON: Gabriel, come here for a sec. Gabriel approaches his two coworkers as they whisper something to him. GABRIEL: I don't think that's a good idea. SIMON: He'll be fine. We'll just help him clean up after, all right? ANDREW: Yeah, don’t worry so much. Gabriel rolls his eyes as Myles finishes cooking the meat and starts preparing the hamburger. MYLES: I need the ketchup. Simon and Andrew are heard laughing. ANDREW: Coming. Andrew grabs a ketchup bottle and gets close to Myles. When Myles extends his hand to grab the ketchup bottle, Andrew sprays his face with ketchup. Myles gasps in shock while his colleagues laugh. Myles punches Andrew and he falls to the floor. SIMON: Oh, shit. Myles sits on top of him and grabs the ketchup bottle. Myles puts the ketchup bottle on Andrew’s mouth and starts filling it with ketchup. MYLES: How do you like that, asshole? GABRIEL: Stop it, Myles! SIMON: Dude, you're gonna kill him! MYLES: I fucking hate you. You won't make fun of me again. Gabriel and Simon approach Myles to stop him when SCP-6407's anomalous traits manifest. The tomato sauce from its face spreads to his whole body, covering it. The bottle merges with him, turning into streams that drown Andrew. The other two step back. GABRIEL: What the hell? SIMON: Holy fucking shit, call the police! Andrew stops struggling after several seconds. SCP-6407 tries to get away while Simon and Gabriel assist their colleague. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Gabriel established contact with law enforcement after the incident, and the Foundation intervened after being notified by an embedded agent in the police force. MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was sent to locate SCP-6407 and proceed to its containment. The restaurant was put on lockdown and searched for more anomalous objects; nothing was found. The cadaver of Andrew Jones was identified and recovered. Gabriel Collins and Simon Luke were interrogated shortly after. The following is a transcript of an interview conducted with Simon Luke. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Elias Brito SUBJECT: Simon Luke «BEGIN LOG» DR. BRITO: I’m going to ask you a few questions about what happened today, is that okay? SIMON: Sure, whatever. DR. BRITO: Apart from the obvious incident, did you notice anything weird today or the last few days? SIMON: Uh, no? It was just the same boring shit as every other day. DR. BRITO: All right, all right. I saw the video recording of the incident. Can you explain some things to me? SIMON: Video recording? DR. BRITO: Yes, it was recorded from the security cameras. SIMON: Of fucking course, my father must have set them up. Did he see what happened? DR. BRITO: He did not. Anyway, I wanted to ask. How close were you to, um, Myles? SIMON: He’s just a colleague. I mean… We’re friends, we just like to prank him occasionally, share some laughs, as normal friends do. DR. BRITO: He did not seem to like them today. SIMON: We were just messing with him, you know. We joke about his red hair being like ketchup and all. But it was all on good intent, I swear! DR. BRITO: Right… However, I’m not here to judge you. Is there anything else I should know about today? SIMON: Not that I can think of. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ The following is a transcript of an interview conducted with Gabriel Collins. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: Gabriel Collins «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: What can you tell me about your friend, Myles, is it? GABRIEL: Yeah. Um. Well, he is going through a lot. His mom is in the hospital and well, we haven’t been the nicest to him. DR. FLETCHER: What happened to his mother? GABRIEL: She had a traffic accident not long ago. I just know that Myles is working here to help her pay the bills. DR. FLETCHER: That’s so nice of him. GABRIEL: Yeah… DR. FLETCHER: By the way, what do you mean you haven’t been the nicest to him? GABRIEL: Simon and Andrew enjoy making fun of people and playing pranks. DR. FLETCHER: Are they not aware of Myles’ situation? GABRIEL: I don’t think so. Myles told me once but I doubt that he told them. DR. FLETCHER: Why didn’t you tell them then? GABRIEL: I just felt like it wasn't my place to be telling them this. I don't think that was the right choice though. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Everyone involved was given Class B amnestics and a cover story before being released. Addendum 6407.2: The following observations were made by Dr. Jacob Fletcher during the first days of containment. Date Observation 2019/06/06 SCP-6407 is hostile towards the staff. For safety precautions, no physical contact has been established yet. 2019/06/07 SCP-6407 appears to have been calmed down. However, attempts of communication have failed as SCP-6407 remains unresponsive. 2019/06/10 Due to a noticeable lack of mass, ketchup has been administered to SCP-6407. Some of its mass was regained. 2019/06/11 Scheduled daily supply of Ketchup based on the amount of mass lost during the past days. SCP-6407 remains unresponsive to communication attempts. 2019/06/19 SCP-6407 attacked D-20226, who was assigned for the daily ketchup supply, by attempting to drown him. The two guards accompanying D-20226 immobilized SCP-6407. D-20226 was able to leave without any major injuries. 2019/06/20 When Dr. Fletcher entered the containment chamber, SCP-6407 had written: “I AM SORRY”. SCP-6407 was unable to talk, so instead, SCP-6407 wrote on the glass between the two sides of the containment chamber. Addendum 6407.3: A compilation of several interviews and notes regarding SCP-6407. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: Are you able to talk, SCP-6407? SCP-6407 emits gargling noises. DR. FLETCHER: Wait, hold on, I have an idea. Dr. Fletcher makes a call and within a few minutes, his partner, Dr. Brito comes back with a D-Class Personnel carrying several towels and cleaning products. DR. FLETCHER: You can write on the glass and when I give the signal, D-20226 will clean it so it can write again, understood? D-20226 nods. DR. FLETCHER: Let’s begin, then. SCP-6407, do you remember how you got here? SCP-6407 writes on the glass with a tentacle, however, the text is in reverse for Dr. Fletcher. SCP-6407: “THE SOLDIERS BROUGHT ME HERE” DR. FLETCHER: Do you remember your previous life? Do you remember your name? Dr. Fletcher instructs D-20226 to clean the glass. After he does, SCP-6407 writes on it. SCP-6407: “MY NAME IS MYLES” DR. FLETCHER: Correct. However, you’ll be referred to as SCP-6407 here. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ After successfully setting up a method to interview SCP-6407, Dr. Fletcher and Dr. Brito repeated this process on the following interviews. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher, Dr. Elias Brito SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: All right, let’s do this. How are you today, SCP-6407? SCP-6407: “I WANT TO SEE MY MOTHER” DR. BRITO: I’m sorry but we’re not allowed to- DR. FLETCHER: She’s at the hospital, isn’t she? Do you miss her? SCP-6407: “YES” DR. BRITO: Jacob? DR. FLETCHER: I’m getting somewhere, just wait. SCP-6407 shakes as it looks at the two researchers. D-20226 increases the distance between himself and the anomaly. DR. FLETCHER: Anyways, Myles. I’ve come to learn about you a lot through your colleagues. You seemed to have a rough time with them. SCP-6407 huddles and looks at the floor as it gags on the ketchup. Possibly, trying to speak. It stands up once again. SCP-6407: “I KILLED ANDREW” DR. FLETCHER: I know you didn't mean to. SCP-6407 roams across its containment cell. D-20226 sprints towards the door. DR. FLETCHER: You know what? What if I talked to your mother for you? SCP-6407: “I WANT TO TALK TO HER” DR. FLETCHER: Fine. I'll try. DR. BRITO: Ok that's it. Stop the interview. We need to talk, Jacob. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ A crumpled note dating the same day as the previous interview was found on Dr. Fletcher's headquarters. Its contents have been transcripted. ▶ OPEN NOTE ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ Why weren't you following protocol? I get that you have grown quite attached to the anomaly but it’s our job to remain professional. I won't report this, even though I should. You're my best friend Jacob, please come to your senses. — Elias Brito ▷ CLOSE ◁ Dr. Fletcher requested Dr. Brito to be relocated as his assistance was not required. Three days after, another interview was conducted by Dr. Fletcher alone. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: I hope the personnel here are treating you well. Some people here can be cold. Does that make sense? SCP-6407: “I AM OK" DR. FLETCHER: I feel sorry for you, I really do. Your life took a dark turn and you are now stuck here. SCP-6407: “I JUST WANT TO SEE MY MOM" DR. FLETCHER: I know what losing your family feels like and I don’t want you or your mother to go through that, it's a horrible feeling. My son died when he was just six years old. I miss him so much. SCP-6407: “I AM SORRY" Dr. Fletcher wipes his tears. DR. FLETCHER: I will make sure you talk to your mother soon. SCP-6407: “THANK YOU” «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Another note written by Dr. Brito was found shortly after the interview. Its contents have been transcripted. ▶ OPEN NOTE ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ I can't believe you've done this. I tried to help you, but you won’t listen. I've heard your last interview and goddammit, Jacob. I know you miss Allan terribly, I do too. But you shouldn't do this, we can talk after our shift is over but do not put your work at risk, not this job. Who knows what they will do to you if they learn about this? I will check up on you later, okay? — Elias Brito ▷ CLOSE ◁ Addendum 6407.4: Soon after, Dr. Jacob Fletcher sent the following email to their immediate superior. ▶ OPEN E-MAIL ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ To: margaretburke@scipnet From: jacobfletcher@scipnet Subject: Permission Request Margaret Burke, I request to establish communication with Harper Meighan, the alleged mother of SCP-6407. I do not intend to bring her into the Site, both regarding protocols and her physical state. Instead, I thought of establishing a video conference, if necessary amnestics can be applied to Miss Meighan. I believe letting SCP-6407 talk to his mother may decrease its violence levels. — Doctor Jacob Fletcher, Research Department. ▷ CLOSE ◁ Dr. Jacob Fletcher was prohibited further interactions with SCP-6407 for an undefined period. Dr. Elias Brito was reassigned as the head researcher of SCP-6407 by request of Dr. Fletcher. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6407" by Nyelo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6407. Licensed under CC-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: globert.png Name: globert.png Author: Phillip Pessar, Breadstiqq License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: Flickr |
SCP-6408 | keter | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6408 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6408 has yet to be contained. Personnel are advised to stay within their respective locations. Metaphysical representation of SCP-6408. Description: SCP-6408 is an oracular-shaped hole within the human noosphere, acting as a pathway to a much larger noospheric expanse. This invariably leads to foreign structures entering into consensus thought. These foreign structures are metaphysical in nature, presenting as commands/demands. A subject's mind perceives these as subconscious thoughts and thus are acted upon without the subject's knowledge. Log of Foreign Structures: Each of these instances resulted in the subjects congregating at the derelict Foundation Site-301. Instance #1 Demand: "Screws" Result: 48 personnel began to use their fingers to pull out assorted screws from Foundation buildings. Response: No response. Instance #2 Demand: "Steel beams" Result: 13 personnel began to use their fists to punch at the concrete walls. After roughly 72 hours of this, the personnel retrieved several steel support beams from inside the walls. Response: No response. Instance #3 Demand: "Cement" Result: 5 construction personnel diverged from a convoy of construction vehicles, bringing bags of cement to Site-301. Response: Unaffected personnel began to follow the diverging convoy, which resulted in all of them being terminated by affected personnel at Site-301. The cadavers were repurposed for sustenance. Instance #4 Demand: "Guards" Result: STF Theta-4 left their positions at Area-140 and walked towards Site-301, taking up defense positions there instead. Response: No response. Instance #5 Demand: "Food" Result: 18 research personnel in the staff break room at Area-140 began raiding the cafeteria, bringing it to Site-301 in stolen vehicles. Response: No response. Instance #6 Demand: "Wires" Result: 15 Foundation engineers began pulling apart equipment and machinery, collecting bags of assorted cables and wires before heading to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #7 Demand: "Gears" Result: The same Foundation engineers returned the following day attempting to enter Area-140. Replacement STF operatives attempted to stop the incoming personnel, but were easily eliminated by the attackers, who then proceeded to tear apart more machinery, returning to Site-301 with bags of assorted gears. Response: No response. Instance #8 Demand: "Workers" Result: A total of 289 personnel from several Sites converged at Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #9 Demand: "Electricity" Result: The affected personnel began to hijack Foundation powerlines, diverting electricity to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #10 Demand: "Foundation" Result: Insert Information Here Response: Insert Information Here ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6408" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6408. Licensed under CC-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: medium.jpg Authors: Bread_Tyrant, NASA License: Public Domain Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6408 | uncontained | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6408 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6408 has yet to be contained. Personnel are advised to stay within their respective locations. Metaphysical representation of SCP-6408. Description: SCP-6408 is an oracular-shaped hole within the human noosphere, acting as a pathway to a much larger noospheric expanse. This invariably leads to foreign structures entering into consensus thought. These foreign structures are metaphysical in nature, presenting as commands/demands. A subject's mind perceives these as subconscious thoughts and thus are acted upon without the subject's knowledge. Log of Foreign Structures: Each of these instances resulted in the subjects congregating at the derelict Foundation Site-301. Instance #1 Demand: "Screws" Result: 48 personnel began to use their fingers to pull out assorted screws from Foundation buildings. Response: No response. Instance #2 Demand: "Steel beams" Result: 13 personnel began to use their fists to punch at the concrete walls. After roughly 72 hours of this, the personnel retrieved several steel support beams from inside the walls. Response: No response. Instance #3 Demand: "Cement" Result: 5 construction personnel diverged from a convoy of construction vehicles, bringing bags of cement to Site-301. Response: Unaffected personnel began to follow the diverging convoy, which resulted in all of them being terminated by affected personnel at Site-301. The cadavers were repurposed for sustenance. Instance #4 Demand: "Guards" Result: STF Theta-4 left their positions at Area-140 and walked towards Site-301, taking up defense positions there instead. Response: No response. Instance #5 Demand: "Food" Result: 18 research personnel in the staff break room at Area-140 began raiding the cafeteria, bringing it to Site-301 in stolen vehicles. Response: No response. Instance #6 Demand: "Wires" Result: 15 Foundation engineers began pulling apart equipment and machinery, collecting bags of assorted cables and wires before heading to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #7 Demand: "Gears" Result: The same Foundation engineers returned the following day attempting to enter Area-140. Replacement STF operatives attempted to stop the incoming personnel, but were easily eliminated by the attackers, who then proceeded to tear apart more machinery, returning to Site-301 with bags of assorted gears. Response: No response. Instance #8 Demand: "Workers" Result: A total of 289 personnel from several Sites converged at Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #9 Demand: "Electricity" Result: The affected personnel began to hijack Foundation powerlines, diverting electricity to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #10 Demand: "Foundation" Result: Insert Information Here Response: Insert Information Here ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6408" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6408. Licensed under CC-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: medium.jpg Authors: Bread_Tyrant, NASA License: Public Domain Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6409-A. Item #: SCP-6409 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6409 is to be contained in a modified containment chamber at Site-43. The chamber has been expanded to accommodate a space for bowling, including: hardwood floor, lane with gutters, pinsetting machinery, and ball return mechanism. The chamber is equipped with one permanently installed Scranton Reality Anchor, which may be activated directly or remotely. SCP-6409 is afforded these privileges based on compliance with containment measures. Containment Technicians may transfer any uncooperative instance(s) of SCP-6409 to auxiliary cells until its behaviour improves. Description: The SCP-6409 designation refers to a collection of previously inanimate objects which demonstrate sapience and autonomous function. SCP-6409 was recovered from the premises of "King Al's Bowling Empire", a now-shuttered bowling venue. The majority of these objects display only a rudimentary level of sapient function, however several of the entities demonstrate distinct personalities and are capable of communication. SCP-6409-A is a standard black ten-pin bowling ball, decorated with three curved blue lines. It achieves movement primarily by rolling on surfaces, sometimes aided by telekinetic ability. SCP-6409-A is capable of speaking audibly, by unknown means. All SCP-6409 objects will defer to SCP-6409-A with enthusiastic reverence as their leader; its interactions with Foundation staff are marked by egotistical statements and delusions of grandeur. Preliminary observations indicate that SCP-6409-A is the central source of SCP-6409 anomalous activity; other objects are neutralized in the presence of a Scranton Reality Anchor or when sufficiently separated from SCP-6409-A itself. SCP-6409-B is a size-10 pair of bowling shoes, made with red and yellow material and decorated by permanent marker with various designs (stars, skulls, lightning bolts, etc). SCP-6409-B uses telekinetic ability to move as though walking, and also employs its shoelaces to manipulate objects in its environment. SCP-6409-B is rambunctious, slightly crass, and displays poor impulse control. It has demonstrated that it is capable of swift and violent action under certain provocations. Furthermore, SCP-6409-B retains anomalous properties even when removed from the vicinity of SCP-6409-A. SCP-6409-C is a white ten-pin bowling pin with multiple scratches and chipped paint on its surface. SCP-6409-C is more malleable than its wooden composition should allow; it can bend, stretch, compress and twist itself without damaging its body. SCP-6409-C has been described as reserved, typically remaining passive during interaction with Foundation staff unless directly addressed. In contrast to other SCP-6409 items, SCP-6409-C frequently isolates itself from the presence of SCP-6409-A (while still retaining active properties). Addendum 6409-1: Initial Discovery History: The Foundation was alerted to a potential anomaly occurring in Gaylord, Michigan. A small team of field agents were sent to investigate, and subsequently discovered SCP-6409. ACCESS SCP:/6409/recovery-debrief > SCP:/6409/recovery-debrief Interviewed: Agent Harper Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Foreword: Debrief Interview conducted following recovery and inventory of all associated SCP-6409 articles. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lengmyer: Sorry for the delay. There's been a lot to sort out with all the sub-articles that the MTF brought in from that bowling alley. Agent Harper: Yeah, I get it. But look, I should've been off duty about half an hour ago; so if you need this out loud for the record, then let's get it done. Dr. Lengmyer: Certainly. Just a quick verbal account of the case and you'll be free to take off. Agent Harper: Fine. So once we arrived on-scene, or..? Dr. Lengmyer: From the top, if you could. Agent Harper: Alright then. Well, this call originated with a tip-off from one of our civvie informants, an operator in the █████ Security Co. - that's a local alarm monitoring service. Anyway, there'd been a string of odd false alarms from one of the properties they oversee - a business called "King Al's Bowling Empire". Been a while since they were open to customers, but the business owner never closed the account, so they still get routine signals from the building. Dr. Lengmyer: What did the informant tell us about these signals? Agent Harper: It was motion alarms from inside the building. No window breakages or even a door open signal at all, for weeks. But the motion sensors inside kept getting tripped at night. Apparently the owner never answered his phone, and any runner they sent found the building was closed and secure, so they chalked it up to false alarms and started ignoring them. But this all got kicked down to my team and we had to go take a look. Dr. Lengmyer: Leading to what happened tonight? Tell me about that. Agent Harper: We had two units available for the call, so I had Linetti and Pascoe park about half a block away with a view of the building's rear far side; that way they'd see if anyone was slipping out the back doors or anything. Agent Harper: Anyway, Carlos and I, we kept quiet and crept our way around to the front. It was muffled, but we could hear noise from inside; some movement, and voices - occasionally a burst of laughter. So we think 'sounds like maybe some teens trespassing', and decide we may as well go in and roust 'em out. Don't want any kinda vandalism or anything to keep going on. Agent Harper: So we open the lock on the front door and make our way inside. Everything's gone quiet now, but Pascoe is sure nobody fled out the back; so these punks must have a spot to be hiding inside somewhere. So there we are - we've got our flashlights, we're being wary, and we're scoping out the main entrance area and behind the counters where the shoe racks are and all that. Dr. Lengmyer: And you didn't see anyone? Agent Harper: No, nobody was there. A few lanes down there's a, uhh.. restaurant? Or concessions? Like a snack bar, you know - pizza, nachos, beer on tap. Anyway, on top of that counter there we can see a whole bunch of bowling pins have been stood up in rows. Seemed a bit funny at first, like some kids had snuck in for a prank and taken all the pins they could find, set 'em up on all the counters and tables. Almost the kinda mischief I'd get up to at that age, heh… Agent Harper: Well anyway, we weren't finding anyone there. Carlos even tried calling out, you know, "Just come out where we can see you. You aren't going to be in trouble" and all that. We might have been about to just call it quits, but then I hear a sound coming at me on the floor. I turned my light down and saw a bowling ball rolling toward me. The first weird thing I notice is that it's actually getting faster as it approaches me; still it's not all that fast, so I stepped aside and it cracked into the wall behind me. But now it starts rolling around some more and comes toward me again - and I'm definitely not down a slope or anything from it. So I pick the ball up. Agent Harper: That's when I hear this voice - sounds like it's coming from the ball! It's shouting out "Guards! Guards! Help me! Help!" or some stuff like that. Next thing I know, Carlos is shouting too. Because suddenly there's all this banging ruckus from everywhere as all the bowling pins started clattering and hopping around! Things turned absolutely nuts in there. Dr. Lengmyer: All the objects inside became active then? Agent Harper: Sure seemed that way. We had to fall back at that point; got out the door and called for backup. Then, once the MTF with the portable SRA and the rest of the retrieval team showed up, they were able to collect and catalogue the anomalous objects. Dr. Lengmyer: Okay, I think that's all we need for now. Thanks for your time. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Analysis of the building revealed that all the bowling equipment within contained minimal traces of EVE energy. All SCP-6409 objects were collected with minimal resistance. Addendum 6409-2: Interview 1 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/001 > SCP:/6409/interview/001 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer.1 Interviewed: SCP-6409-A (King Ball), SCP-6409-B (Skidlers), SCP-6409-C (Beta Pin) Foreword: Agent Polk (presently assigned to clerical duties at Site-43, as per a prior suspension from fieldwork) was summoned to stand in as a dedicated Security asset for this interview. [BEGIN LOG] All SCP-6409 instances are gathered together around SCP-6409-B. SCP-6409-B: So the ten white knights all ride together in formation, when the big round black dragon suddenly appears; and… BLAM! He torches them all in one fiery blast! The SCP-6409 instances, with the exception of SCP-6409-C, begin to chant 'Strike! Strike! Strike!' SCP-6409-A: Haha! Yes, that one is my favorite. SCP-6409-C: This is stupid. All your stories are exactly the same: 'Here comes the big black bomber plane that sinks ten battleships with one torpedo!' Or 'Here comes the big black face that blows out all ten candles on the birthday cake!' Or 'Here comes the big black alien UFO that abducts ten disco dancers, for some reason!' SCP-6409-B: That is a shallow view to take on such rich cultural expressions. SCP-6409-C: Maybe we should talk about real problems we need to face up to. SCP-6409-B: Maybe you should spare us your whining, Beta! SCP-6409-C: Haw haw. When are you going to give that line a rest? SCP-6409-B: As soon as you actually quit whining all the time; so probably never. SCP-6409-A: Silence! Silence, my subjects. For there shall be no threat we need fear while under my rule. Agent Polk: Is this what we're here for; will you say something already? Dr. Lengmyer: Sometimes it helps to let the subject get the ball rolling. SCP-6409-B: Get the ball rolling? Oh that's good! I'll remember that one. Agent Polk: We'll be here all night… Hey! Settle down and listen up! SCP-6409-A: I do not take orders from you! For you may have carried me from my realm and imprisoned me within your walls, but my bearing as sovereign will suffer no indignation! Dr. Lengmyer: This is just a friendly chat. SCP-6409-B: If this is your idea of friendly, maybe don't do us any favors, huh? SCP-6409-A: And certainly do not feign civility with me. Agent Polk: Just answer the Doctor's questions. SCP-6409-A: Speak your piece if you must, but do not expect my surrender on any terms. Dr. Lengmyer: I don't- fine. Can you tell me how long it's been since you took over the bowling alley? SCP-6409-A: I find that offensive! Dr. Lengmyer: Pardon? SCP-6409-C: He doesn't like it being called a bowling alley. SCP-6409-A: "Alley" has such negative connotations; it does not adequately describe the majesty of my realm. You may call it a "Bowling Centre", or refer to it as "His Royal Lanes". Agent Polk: (muttering) Royal pain in my- SCP-6409-A: And I most certainly did not just 'take it over', you lout! This empire was forged under my rulership. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine, fine. So, how did you pass the time in the bowling centre? SCP-6409-A: We are in the midst of a grand festival. A tribute to the anniversary of my coronation! SCP-6409-B: Three cheers for our courtly kahuna! Dr. Lengmyer: So you're celebrating- SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Dr. Lengmyer: … that you've been around for- SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Agent Polk: Stop that. SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Agent Polk: Shut up! SCP-6409-C: This is all it is. Just drunken revelry; every day, at any time. Won't it ever cease? SCP-6409-B: Hey now, Beta. You know you can always count on me to be your cheerful beerleader! Or your beerful cheerleader. SCP-6409-C: That's what I was afraid of. SCP-6409-A: It is a shame that we can not continue to hold our grand banquets here in these paltry accommodations. But it shall only be a matter of time before we rise again, like the mighty phoenix! This, my faithful followers, I swear on the throne. All SCP-6409 objects cheer. Dr. Lengmyer: Please. Let's stay on track with- SCP-6409-A: Silence! I grow weary of this banal pursuit! The royal court has its own affairs to attend to, without the presence of interlopers. Dr. Lengmyer: We can do that, SCP-6409-A, but not if you won't cooperate. SCP-6409-B: SCP-6409? That's a slave name, brother! SCP-6409-A: Outrageous! SCP-6409-C: Skid, don't wind him up like this… SCP-6409-A: I refuse to accept any more indignities! SCP-6409-B: The King does not abide! SCP-6409-A rolls away from Dr. Lengmyer and attempts to exit the chamber. Agent Polk moves to corral SCP-6409-A back to its place. SCP-6409-B throw itself to the floor, then rises to strike Agent Polk in the groin. Agent Polk: Son of a-! Dr. Lengmyer: I need backup in here! Somebody activate the SRA. Additional Security Officers are dispatched to respond. All elements of SCP-6409 are rendered inert by activation of Scranton Reality Anchor. The interview is terminated at this point. <END LOG> Addendum 6409-3: Interview 2 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/002 > SCP:/6409/interview/002 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-C (Beta Pin) Foreword: SCP-6409-C was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-C, can you hear me? SCP-6409-C: I'm not deaf. What's with the weird questions? Dr. Lengmyer: I'm interested to learn more about… your condition. The other obje- erm… subjects seem to become inert when they aren't in the presence of your king. SCP-6409-C: Not my king. Dr. Lengmyer: Oh? It seemed before that— SCP-6409-C: He's not — not anymore really. Our kingdom's fortune is faded, titles don't count for squat. I keep telling Ball this, but of course he and glorious subjects never listen. Well maybe except Skidlers. Dr. Lengmyer: Skidlers? SCP-6409-C: Yeah, he's a saving grace on that front… can't believe I actually said that. But he's still a pain in the ass, and he sure does love to kiss Ball's; practically worshipping the ground he rolls on. Dr. Lengmyer: I see. Would it be fair to say your time at the alley was unpleasant? SCP-6409-C pauses and sighs, arching their body backwards briefly. SCP-6409-C: Yes and no. Dr. Lengmyer: Yes and no? SCP-6409-C:: It's… it was fine. Actually, more than fine. Back then it was just the three of us. We… it wasn't that complicated we just did things for the hell of it. People liked what we did and came along for the ride. It was a great community, a great kingdom! I was glad to be a part of it… I was. Dr. Lengmyer: …Then it fell apart? SCP-6409-C: I don't even know what happened, people just suddenly stop coming as usual. Our group got smaller and it seemed like were were the only ones that gave a damn. And it just got worse from there. Dr. Lengmyer: I think I understand, this relates to your friends, right? SCP-6409-C: Yeah… friends. I told you my gripes with Skidlers but Ball was something else? He was focused, the guy radiated confidence, he was a good king. Now? He sulks and throws outbursts all the time, he's more interested in the kingdom than the people — it's exhausting… I just don't know what to do. They made the real decisions — I'm just a commoner… did they always see me like that? Dr. Lengmyer: …Do you hate them? SCP-6409-C:: I… I don't think so? I'm just tired of their shenanigans, I only want them to get their heads out of their asses, and smell the coffee for once. Is that too much to ask? And on top of that we're not going back to our kingdom anytime soon. Something they have trouble grasping. SCP-6409-C: And the funny thing is I missed that place more than the rest of them. Sure it was loud, cold and old but it was home. This place can't even compare! It's so quiet I can hear myself think for the first time, the heater is on all the time, and… it doesn't look like a dump… Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-C? SCP-6409-C: You know, now that I think about it, this place ain't too half bad. Dr. Lengmyer: Okay…? One last question. Can you tell me about your earliest memories of the alley? SCP-6409-C: Well I… Wow, I don't really remember. It… kind of gives me a headache when I think of it. Dr. Lengmyer: A headache? Does it feel serious or..? SCP-6409-C: Nah, this ain't compared being around royalty. Well, now that I think about, I get headaches whenever I think about them. It's a miracle I haven't gotten an aneurysm. Hey, do you think I can get my own room for a while? I think I need a break from… you know. Dr. Lengmyer: I'll see what I can do. Thank you SCP-6409-C, we can try another time. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6409-C is being temporarily isolated from the rest of SCP-6409 in an auxiliary chamber at this time. Addendum 6409-5: Field Team Findings Update: Operatives assigned to circumstantial investigations of SCP-6409's origins have had minimal success in uncovering background details. The registered business owner, one Alvin Kingsley, had been on the verge of bankruptcy up until approximately 3 months ago when their financial accounts stabilized. Observation of both his home and business has yielded no sightings of the individual. An ex-employee named Marisa Travis was the only associated lead who could be reached for questioning. Agents learned that she had been laid off approximately 5 months prior, leaving only two individuals still employed by the owner: Paul Farren, and Shaun Kilmore. Addendum 6409-5: Interview 3 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/003 > SCP:/6409/interview/003 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-B (Skidlers) Foreword: SCP-6409-B was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-B. Let's have a talk, just between the two of us. SCP-6409-B: Aww, are we taking our relationship to the next level, Doc? In that case, please, call me "Skidlers"! Dr. Lengmyer: I will not. SCP-6409-B: Fine then, no hard feelings here. I'll even still call you by whatever your dumb name is, instead of the one King and I made up for you. Dr. Lengmyer: … What is it? SCP-6409-B: Oh, it's not something fit for the airwaves. Dr. Lengmyer: We aren't doing a radio program here! SCP-6409-B: Can't believe I got out of bed for this. Dr. Lengmyer: How about you just answer my questions. SCP-6409-B: Well, get on with it then. Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me about your role in the so-called kingdom; you're the court jester? SCP-6409-B: A jester, an adviser, a bodyguard, the King's closest confidante; that's me, all in one! Dr. Lengmyer: Why would he pick you for that? SCP-6409-B: What, besides my deep intellect and charming wit? Dr. Lengmyer: Sure. Besides those things. SCP-6409-B: Hah! Pretending not to detect that shade of sarcasm, our handsome jokester replies: "Well doc, besides those things - who else could do it better? Obviously none of those little pinheads are fit for the job." Dr. Lengmyer: Not even 6409-C? SCP-6409-B: Huh? Oh, little Beta. Haha, sure he's a good kid or whatever. But it is what it is; I guess he just didn't adapt right. Dr. Lengmyer: Adapt to what? SCP-6409-B: What? Umm, I dunno… to life? Dr. Lengmyer: 6409-B, please tell me what you meant by that. SCP-6409-B: Gee Doc, do you really have to keep up this 6409 crap? Like it's not just a bunch of bullshit that makes this conversation even more unbearable. Dr. Lengmyer: Alright then, how about I call you Shaun Kilmore? SCP-6409-B: Wh-what?! Er- I… Who's that? Dr. Lengmyer: Don't you recognize that name? SCP-6409-B: No. Dr. Lengmyer: Have you considered that maybe we're smarter than you're giving us credit for? At least smart enough to put two and two together. SCP-6409-B: Okay, okay… What do you actually want then? Dr. Lengmyer: I want to know the truth behind this whole "kingdom" business. How did this happen? When did it start? SCP-6409-B: I guess we've all been this way since about summertime? It's a bit hard to tell when we don't actually ever leave the building. But yeah, that would have been around when King was getting to the end of his rope. Dr. Lengmyer: I understand you have a personal history with them? SCP-6409-B: Since we're laying all the cards on the table now… Sure, we go back a while. What's it to you? Dr. Lengmyer: I'm just trying to find out any background details which may help in understanding this anomaly. SCP-6409-B: Alright. Well if you've been able to look up this much already, then you must know about the criminal record. And it wasn't anything bad - I just used to party a lot back in the day; I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, you understand? Dr. Lengmyer: It's fine, that's not our concern here. SCP-6409-B: So after that it got real hard to find a job. Employers don't care about the context or how long ago it was, to them you're just a crook forever. But King was willing to look past that. He gave me a chance by hiring me on at the bowling centre, and I proved I was a good worker. As time went on we kinda became friends too. Dr. Lengmyer: So you were an employee there long before the events which transformed everything? SCP-6409-B: Yeah. Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me about that event. What happened? How? SCP-6409-B: Now that, even I don't know. The way things were going, the business was going to have to sell out or close down, and King was really taking that hard. I know he was getting pretty desperate for anything at all that would let him keep what he had going… I guess he found it? Man, that's messed up. Dr. Lengmyer: But you've been playing the part anyway. SCP-6409-B: What else is there? You're the one who's so good at putting two's together, and you don't know anything about what this is. Dr. Lengmyer: We are trying. SCP-6409-B: I didn't see any chance of changing it on my own. So I just try to get by and make the best of things; at least we had the snack bar in there. Speaking of that, who's toes do I have to step on to get a beer in here? Dr. Lengmyer: I don't think so. SCP-6409-B: Come on! Here I am, a victim of circumstance - I'm literally footwear! And I have to be treated like a prisoner for that? Dr. Lengmyer: … I'll see what can be done. I appreciate your cooperation today, Skidlers. Thank you. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Dr. Lengmyer has submitted an application to afford SCP-6409 additional privileges based on positive behaviour. It is under review by Security and Research Departments' staff at this time. Addendum 6409-6: Interview 4 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/004 > SCP:/6409/interview/004 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-A (King Ball) Foreword: SCP-6409-A was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6409-A: What's the meaning of this? Return me to the company of my retinue. Dr. Lengmyer: I think you will agree that this is a conversation best had in private. SCP-6409-A: Well whatever it is, make haste. I don't have all day for empty banter with the likes of you. Dr. Lengmyer: Oh, but you do. We have the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, and as many further hours as I choose to schedule in this interview room. SCP-6409-A: Don't be a damned fool! The people depend on me, they will fall to ruin without my leadership. Dr. Lengmyer: I don't know about that. Nothing too terrible has happened since we've brought you all here, has it? SCP-6409-A: My leadership is stellar. Even in this dark hour of our history, the breaking light of dawn is soon assured. Dr. Lengmyer: You don't do anything! Well, except for talking a lot and bossing around your minions. But you haven't had to do any real kind of work since being placed in containment. SCP-6409-A is silent for a moment. Dr. Lengmyer: Go on, tell me. Tell me about your leadership and about everything you do for "your subjects". SCP-6409-A does not respond. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine, not here at Site. But what about before; back in the bowling alley? SCP-6409-A: (sniff) Bowling centre. Dr. Lengmyer: 6409-A..? SCP-6409-A: Nothing! There, I've said it. Are you happy now? I don't do anything for my subjects, I never did do anything for them. They don't need me. Dr. Lengmyer: Mr. Kingsley. SCP-6409-A: You must address me- oh, forget it. Dr. Lengmyer: I know this is difficult. But it's crucial that we learn as much as possible about this anomaly. Please, tell me about the timeframe before we arrived. SCP-6409-A: Well, you know how things are these days. Businesses are struggling all over, there's not enough to go around, not everybody's going to make it… But I've owned that bowling centre for years! It grew and developed under my management, it became the biggest thing I had in my life. Dr. Lengmyer: You just said it, things are hard all over. Declaring bankruptcy isn't as bad as you might think- SCP-6409-A: You don't understand. When this is how you define yourself… as a man. I could never just let all of that go. I didn't know what else… I didn't have anything else to turn to. Dr. Lengmyer: You were really that attached to it all? SCP-6409-A: I really love bowling. Do you know why? Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me. SCP-6409-A: Everyone loves bowling! What I mean is, well, you could have little Jimmy's 10th birthday party at lane one; some college kids getting drunk and rolling a few frames on lane four; the seniors league regulars getting their time in on lane seven. Some say that baseball is the great American pastime, but I tell you it's bowling that truly brings every one of us together! Dr. Lengmyer: I guess that's an interesting point. SCP-6409-A: How could something so great, with such universal appeal, how could that ever fail? Dr. Lengmyer: Let's discuss your employees. It is Shaun Kilmore and Paul Ferran in there as well, correct? SCP-6409-A: It is. They were my best employees; hard workers, no complaints, real stand-up guys. Dr. Lengmyer: Was either of them a new arrival, maybe hired shortly before this transformation? SCP-6409-A: I met Shaun ages ago. He was a young man going through some hard times, but I could see he just needed a second chance. My business was newer then, still just taking off, but I chose to take him on. One of the best decisions I ever made! He was a good lane technician, and before long he became a good friend too. Dr. Lengmyer: What about Paul? SCP-6409-A: Young Paul? What a good kid! Came on for a summer job at first, but after graduation he was practically full-time. Saving up for college, y'know? Every other other one of those lazy scoundrels would slack off, or maybe just decide not to show up for work at all. But even with his schoolwork and studies in the picture, Paul was reliable for me. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine. So they may or may not be involved in th- SCP-6409-A: Of course they're involved! They're right here in this prison with me. Good guys, and loyal to the end; is this what they deserved for it? Dr. Lengmyer: I don't- uh, I couldn't say. But if there's anything that might stand out, that might be a clue to the cause for this or how it- SCP-6409-A: There were the times… with all of us together, closing up the lanes at the end of the evening. We might bowl a few frames, all have a beer or two - felt like the only time when the money situation didn't weigh on my mind. Those might have really been the most satisfying times of all… Dr. Lengmyer: Is that relevant to- SCP-6409-A: And on those nights, I wished… I just wished so damn hard that it wouldn't all slip away. Dr. Lengmyer: Are you listening to me? SCP-6409-A: It just doesn't make sense. Why couldn't things have stayed the same as they were before? Where did it all go wrong? <END LOG> Closing Statement: Subsequent Interviews have ultimately resulted in SCP-6409-A assuming a similarly despondent disposition, without revealing any further information. Site-43's resources for Research purposes will be directed elsewhere, barring any significant developments in the case of SCP-6409. Footnotes 1. Incidental audio features Agent Polk |
SCP-6410 | keter | Threat Level: Yellow Instances of SCP-6410-1 pictured in the Hyakki Yagyō Emaki, Muromachi Period (1336-1573). Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to analyze all news covering the territory of Japan for signs of SCP-6410-1 activity. Assigned task force JTF Tau-14 (“Kami-no-Manimani”1) is to monitor designated areas, including all dump sites, junkyards, museums, shrines, antique stores and any building housing large amounts of objects of considerable age. Foundation assets can be used to acquire such zones on a case-by-case basis. If an SCP-6410-1 instance is encountered, agents are to attempt to bring it to the closest Foundation location, first through diplomacy. If diplomacy fails, force can be used to subdue the instance. Termination is available but should only be taken as a last resort. If a SCP-6410-1 instance is successfully acquired, they can be allocated inside any available item locker that can fit their dimensions. Depending on the type of object SCP-6410-1 represents, further procedures may be required. Due to SCP-6410-1’s nature of a well-established piece of folklore, cover-up procedures are to be focused on practical effects, game show pranks, and engineering tests. Amnestic use is available, but not recommended. Research into the nature of SCP-6410 and the formation of SCP-6410-1 instances is currently being carried out by the Mythology And Folkloristics Department, in conjunction with the Anomalous Weapons Development Department. Any inquiries must be forwarded to their respective Directors. Description: SCP-6410 is a phenomenon affecting objects that are at least 100 years old, causing their spontaneous animation. All animations are innate to the territory of Japan, although few occurrences have been recorded to still happen in previous extensions of its territory. This phenomenon does not affect all objects that are 100 years old, nor does it affect objects when they become 100 years old, sometimes affecting them at a much later date. So far, no other known pattern for which items are affected by SCP-6410 has been discerned. Objects animated through SCP-6410, known as SCP-6410-1, are diverse in nature, both because of the variety of objects they can take after, and the physiology these instances adopt after this phenomenon takes place. Regarding the latter, SCP-6410-1 instances can be divided into three classes: Class-Alpha: Instances are identical to the object they take after, their only anomalous trait being animation. Some are capable of levitation. Class-Beta: Instances are near-identical to the object they take after, but are partially or fully composed of organic material resembling different types of biological systems. These systems are not always conformed by the appropriate organs, and serve no apparent function. Most common type of SCP-6410-1. Class-Gamma: Instances have deviated heavily from the object they take after, taking on traits from different members of the Animalia kingdom. They present functional biological systems, and are capable of traits often associated with Yōkai and Yūrei. Due to the high contrast between the affected object and the instances, they were not considered part of SCP-6410 until recently. Abridged list of SCP-6410-1 instances Close Collapsible Codename Class Description Karakasa Alpha/Beta Animated umbrellas. Few instances have grown from one to ten eyes. Chōchin Beta/Gamma Animated paper lanterns. Interior fully composed of entrails, eyes, tongues and teeth sometimes appearing on its exterior. Alpha-types do exist, but the condition of the item causes structural collapse upon movement. Nurikabe Alpha Animated bricks and roof tiles. Tend to flock together. Wanyūdō Beta/Gamma Animated wheels and other similar items. Capable of locomotion, and most are constantly on fire. Some are known to be able to scream incoherently. Waniguchi Gamma Waniguchi-type shrine gong that has grown the body of an animal similar to the Yangtze alligator (Alligator sinensis). Gong opens in the shape of a mouth, containing over four hundred sharp teeth. First 6410-1 instance contained by the Foundation. Hatodoke Beta Antique cuckoo clock. Inside entirely composed of chicken bones and dirt. Able of simple locomotion, with cuckoo whistle producing clucks at hourly intervals. Nijūroku Alpha/Beta Type 26 revolver handgun. Some are capable of shooting small items such as glass marbles, pebbles, fishing hooks, and bones of different types (Fish bones, wolf fangs, human teeth.) 7 of 11 recovered instances taken by the AWD2 for testing. Ikiteirujū Beta See Addendum SCP-6410.2 Addendum SCP-6410.1 Research File SCP-6410 Xiao Yamamoto, Mythology And Folkloristics Department Research into the nature of SCP-6410 has been an arduous and fairly unfruitful endeavor, due to the poorly known nature of the phenomenon; as far as it’s understood, it occurs to items at random. Regardless, the discovery of this nature is relevant as it’s tied to the nature of the anomalous affecting a considerable area. Instances of SCP-6410-1 — or as it’s been known since before the West had even learnt of Japan, the Tsukumogami3 — are artifacts that, as the name implies, have acquired a ‘kami’. It is known that these entities have existed for a long, long time, their first mention appearing on the 9th century wake collection 'Ise Monogatari'. It is also known that the Bureau of Onmyō4 exorcized such entities since at least the 10th century, using long forgotten practices. They have since appeared in countless occasions, written about by poets and drawn by artists, becoming integral parts of Japanese folklore, so much so that covering-up after each appearance requires no more than a simple explanation; that these monsters are a show’s doing, or a crafty fan’s interpretation of Shigeru Mizuki’s work. What is generally understood about the concept of ‘kami’ is that it’s a type of spiritual energy that is generated as a Tsukumogami gains ‘life’, similar to the concept of a ‘soul’. Unlike souls, a ‘kami’ isn’t a conductor for life, but rather exists in nature as some type of free energy that can become analogue to it. Taking the ‘kami’ out of a Tsukumogami would return it to an inert stage, but cannot be transferred to another body to cause animation or reanimation. It cannot be traded with Tartarean entities, nor can it be consumed by Pneumophages. An interesting property of ‘kami’ energy is that while it has been measured to exist globally, its effects have only been registered in the area of Japan and previous territories Japan possessed during the Meiji, Taishō and Shōwa eras. The reason for this is not yet known, but is believed to be related with the Shinto concept of yorishiro, vessels that attract kami (Here referring to spirits and Deities venerated in Shinto) and allows them to occupy a physical body for religious purposes. ‘Kami’ is not a concept unique to Shinto however, similar concepts appearing in several animist religions throughout the world. Whether these have similar effects on vessels is yet to be ascertained. Research into forcing ‘kami’ to inhabit a vessel is ongoing. The current main theory is that a vessel must be both over 100 years old, and have some sentimental value to an individual of Japanese descent with moderate ties to either Shinto and other animist religions that were adopted into Shinto, these qualities affecting close to 70% of all known SCP-6410 instances. The main issue to the theory is that object veneration is a Shinto tradition that, as with many others, has become part of common culture, 70% also being the percentage of Shinto believers in Japan. Furthermore, object veneration of kami is not a Shinto practice, having been imported from Buddhism. The possibility of SCP-6410 being an effect of Shinbutsu-shūgō, or the Japanese syncretism of Buddhism and Shinto is another key area of research regarding these entities. Regarding the specific method of forcing ‘kami’ into an object, it is believed that, while a ‘kami’ doesn’t have the value of a soul, it still is related to life in a similar manner. Instances of SCP-6410-1 are more prominent the more populated an area is. This goes against the understanding of traditional kami, which are more in tune with forests and natural areas, as well as Shinto shrines, neither of which are areas where SCP-6410-1 appear often. Addendum SCP-6410.2 On 1991/11/17, an SCP-6410-1 instance was discovered in the United States of America, bearing the shape of an MP5K-PDW submachine gun, with its interior composed of organic matter, able to fire self-generating teeth-like structures instead of bullets. Due to the area it was recovered from and the lack of two-way communication between Sites, the instance was classified as a separate anomaly. It wasn’t until 2008 that the item was identified as containing ‘kami’ energy, and reclassified as part of SCP-6410, and given the -REC designation.5 Following this discovery, Site-50’s AWD’s Hoplology Division and Area-34’s AWD’s Occult Studies Division formed a joint task research team to better understand SCP-127-REC. Anomalous Weapons Development Research SCP-127-REC Site 50 - Margaret Jetztmeyer, Hoplology Division Area 34 - James Yun, Occult Studies Division SCP-127-REC (Codename: Ikiteirujū) is a complicated case, as much of a blessing as it’s been a curse when it comes to understanding the inner workings behind SCP-6410. First, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances can appear outside of Japan. SCP-127-REC was recovered from Houston, Texas, a location approximately 9,000 kilometers away from the territory of Japan. At no point of manufacturing, distribution and purchase did the weapon that would become 127-REC passed through said denoted area. Second, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances do not need to be a hundred years old or older to be animated. The weapon that became SCP-127-REC had been manufactured less than six months before its discovery. What still remains true is the connection to the Japanese, and to Shinto. James Schwarzenberg, the owner of the weapon, was born to a mother of Japanese descent. Furthermore, the mother had connections to Shinto, and often helped in a local Shinto shrine where they lived. An oddity is the death of James, caused by a heart attack. No damaged tissue could be found in his heart or any other organ that would fail under these circumstances. While this isn’t rare by itself, the type of death is one quite common during soul offerings. It is our current belief that James lost his soul in some manner that caused the animation of SCP-127-REC. While this contradicts what we knew of SCP-6410, we didn’t take into consideration the possibility that the ritual itself not only animates items, but also denaturalizes souls, transforming them into ‘kami’ energy. Due to this, a research group will be sent to the area, especially to determine if the Shinto shrine nearby had any involvement in the situation, and, if it does, determine how to stop and/or utilize the SCP-6410 ritual process. The possibility that this ritual can occur to a soul, and it can occur while it is still attached to its respective body is not one we can let pass, especially because of its extent: If we can find ‘kami’ energy anywhere on the world, wouldn’t that mean that this ritual can and has occurred globally, many times? The research group visited the Kurinsou-taisha Shrine in Houston, using Onmyōdō rituals to determine and contact the Deities worshipped at the location. A transcript of the event has been attached: Interview Log Interviewer: Rs. Miranda Deann Foreword: Interview was conducted through a shinzō-class neural link with the shrine, recovered using psychospheric restructuring. Parts of it could be semantically contaminated. [BEGIN LOG] (Deann connects with the shrine. She stands in a void, facing a torii gate. As she steps through, a shrine and an accompanying forest appears before her. The shrine’s appearance differs from the one Deann is linked to.) Deann: Hello? Is anybody here? (A cognitohazardous entity appears in front of her. Despite having clear physical traits, they cannot be described.) Entity: Greetings. Deann: Hello, sir. Might I ask who I’m talking to? Entity: Not who, but what, for there is none but leftovers of a previous meaning left, a cadaver who has been worn down to the bone, and yet it still speaks when spoken to. Nothing but the melancholic fragments of a deity remain here, without purpose. Not anymore, not anymore. (Two zabuton pillows appear inside the shrine. The entity sits on one.) Entity: Ah, but enough of that which is no longer here. Let us speak of what remains: Tell me, to which Deity do I respond to? (Deann sits down on the remaining zabuton.) Deann: I am no deity, but a human in search of answers. Entity: Peculiar. Quite peculiar, that a human enters a Shintai6. Less peculiar, that you look for answers only the likes of me can give. I thought after one’s death, I would see no other in search of enlightenment, yet I thought wrong. Pray tell, then, the offering you are to offer. Deann: An offering? Entity: A deity must receive proper compensation for that which is asked of them. Even as one perished and composted by the worms, the appropriate rites to attract a deity’s attention must take place. A tithe, thus, is in order. Deann: I see… What’s the price? Entity: The dirt for the worms must be renewed, and apt mineral provided. That is the price. If an answer is what you seek, you shall help renew. Deann: I… I see. Could I first confirm that you know the answer to my question? Entity: Of course. Deann: A human, James Schwarzenberg, died a mysterious death. At the same time, a weapon of his gained life, becoming a Tsukumogami. Does the term sound familiar? Entity: Of course I know of this. It happened here. Deann: Do you know how this happened? Entity: I officialized it. How could I not? (Deann remains silent for several seconds, under the watchful eye of the entity.) Deann: I’ll pay the price then. (Entity smiles, before a table with a tea set appears in front of the two. The entity takes a kettle, and serves Deann tea. Entity opens its mouth, and speaks. At this point, the neural link begins corrupting, overwhelmed by the information transmitted. Deann’s brain quickly disconnects from the link, ending the interview.) Afterword: 13 seconds after the link’s collapse, Researcher Deann woke up, ignoring assisting personnel. She rushed to find pen and paper, before transcribing the SCP-6410 ritual. After the transcription, Deann lost all memories regarding the link, all memories of her wedding day and vision on both eyes, linked to a sudden depolarization caused by several localized hemorrhagic strokes, understood as the price paid for the information. Shortly after, an SCP-6410-1 instance in the shape of a Magatama7 was discovered near the shrine. Deann’s writings explained that SCP-6410 is not a ritual, but a Theorganical process of Shinto Kami that consumes souls in exchange for Power/Relevance/Last Chance8 to Hachiman-no-Kami9 The process purifies souls into ‘adequate coin’, impurities becoming ‘kami’ energy, which then attaches to ‘appropriate vessels’, creating SCP-6410-1. This process occurs naturally with vessels that are older than 100 years old (Tsukumo (九十九) principle), although the process can also be forced into other vessels, like with SCP-127-REC. To confirm the writings, the research team was tasked with contacting Hachiman-no-Kami at the Usa Hachimangū Shrine in Usa, Japan. Said action was vetoed by the East Asian Regional Council, who confirmed the writing’s contents as true. All information obtained was archived for future use, and the research team was disbanded. Addendum SCP-6410.3 On 2013, the Department of Anomalous Weapons Development used SCP-6410’s archived information to introduce the following proposal: Anomalous Weapons Development Proposal Project Pygmalion Area 34 - Felipe Everest, Department Head Proposal: Following SCP-6410’s findings and the veto, the AWD decided to conduct studies on SCP-127-REC and five other SCP-6410-1 weaponry-based instances, realizing basic anomaly-approved tests catered to weapon assessment. These tests resulted in the following conclusions: SCP-6410-1 instances have a behavioral intelligence akin to a dog, and have been trained in order to follow simple orders within what is possible with their morphology. They are able to differentiate different individuals, and can become attached and/or dislike specific handlers. Attachment, among other qualities, are able to better the performance of SCP-6410-1 instances. An example of this is SCP-127-REC, who after 2 years of care handling was able to regenerate projectiles every 18 hours upon depletion.10 Attachment and other qualities have proven to better the performance of usage of SCP-6410-1 instances as conventional weaponry. Instances being handled by handlers they’ve grown attached to have an average increased aim accuracy of 25% and suffer significantly less recoil. Attachment and other qualities have shown to develop qualities that have otherwise remained unrevealed. An example of this is SCP-6410-1126, a Type 99 Arisaka rifle that, since testing began, developed the ability to bend ammunition fired towards a desired target, trait not present before testing. These discoveries lead us to believe that SCP-6410-1 instances can be integrated into Foundation usage, with appropriate training. With all this in mind, we propose using Hachiman-no-Kami’s influence over ‘kami’ energy to redirect it into appropriate weapons and generate SCP-6410-1 which will then be trained for Foundation use, to reinforce available military force. Reasoning: Military and Defense personnel are the top casualties amongst Foundation employees. For decades we’ve implemented systems to lower the likelihood of loss of life, having overall positive results. One of the points that we have not managed to touch upon due to logistical limitations are the arms worn by personnel. A weapon is merely a tool, as efficient as its handler can make it be. Unlike armor and defensive equipment, weaponry isn’t designed to defend its user. Project Pygmalion could change this. Military animals are amongst the most efficient and loyal soldiers, and bring up overall morale on any post they’re stationed at. If we could apply these traits onto weaponry, we could better performance like never seen before. Furthermore, if this project is successful, it would mean it could be applied to other equipment to increase their performance. We could be seeing the biggest casualty decrease in almost a hundred years. Requirements: The most important part would be striking a deal with the Deity Hachiman-no-Kami. As details on the inner workings of a deal with Hachiman-no-Kami are unknown to us, we cannot predict nor delineate any sort of proceeding. Ideally, the deal would allow us to utilize the waste energy liberated by the Kami to incorporate them into appropriate vessels. Whether this is possible has to be confirmed with the Deity. All other requirements would come once this first deal is approved, and if it is, once the delimitations of the deal are defined. That being said, several Task Forces and Defence personnel would be required for integrated testing and deployment. Any other expenditure will be covered by the AWD. Project Pygmalion was pre-approved by the Ethics Committee on 2015, and approved by the East Asian Regional Council by a vote of 34 to 21, allowed to progress with the following limitations: A tribute must be prepared for each weapon produced [Tribute will be handled by the AWD in accordance with Ethics Committee’s guidelines] SCP-6410-1 instances must be treated with due respect [Vague wording; Special team training prepared by the AWD] SCP-6410-1 will not, and therefore cannot injure the People of Japan [SCP-6410-1 will not be distributed to Japanese Sites. Instances will be produced in Area-34 (San José, Costa Rica)] Excess ‘kami’ energy will remain untouched by the Foundation [With no direct manner of interacting with it, limitation can be followed without additional expenses] All limitations were deemed acceptable. Project Pygmalion started its testing phase the following year. Project Pygmalion - Relevant Testing Logs Test: Inserting ‘Kami’ energy into a weapon, animating it. Item: SIG Sauer P228 Pistol (M11) Result: Animation carried out. Instance became type ‘Alpha’, incapable of autonomous fire. Test: Testing whether large objects can be animated. Item: Oshkosh Light Combat Tactical All-Terrain Vehicle (L-ATV) Result: Right rear wheel of the vehicle detached, catching on fire, having become a Wanyūdō instance. Extent of animation believed to correspond to weight rather than size, with a limit of approx. 60 Kg. Test: Testing whether achieving a certain standard configuration is possible. Item: B&T APC9-K Submachine Gun x5, Standard configuration for SCP-6410-1 Result: First and second weapons deviated from standard configuration, third onwards following it. Three members of the tribute team collapsed dead, seven more losing specific memories, senses, and organ functionality. Observations: Local ‘kami’ energy output was not enough, which was the cause of the casualties. Tributing increased accordingly. Test: Testing whether anomalous abilities can be standardized. Item: HK416 Assault Rifle x5, Special standard configuration for SCP-6410-1 Result: All five assault rifles followed anomalous standard configurations, all gaining the ability to paralyze impacted targets. Increased tributes able to output necessary ‘kami’ energy. Test: Testing whether ‘kami’ energy can affect already anomalous weaponry Item: Class-II Theocidic Harpoon Rifle Result: Entire tribute team collapsed dead. 12 SCP-6410-1 instances manifested from items inside the testing room. Observations: Limitations updated: ‘No weapons capable of injuring Hachiman-no-Kami are to be granted His gift’. Otherwise, paraweaponry can be animated into SCP-6410-1 instances, generally requiring higher 'kami' energy input. Pygmalion-Type weapons were cleared for field use in 2018, five Task Force teams and two Site Defense teams deploying said weaponry the same year. Results were moderately positive, with minimal complications. Currently, fifty-three teams have Pygmalion-Type weaponry as part of their equipment list. Pygmalion-Type weaponry is available to all units upon request11, provided they participate and complete a basic Pygmalion weaponry care course. Usage of Pygmalion-Type weapons have been linked with increased efficiency and loyalty. All available Task Forces able to do so are expected to deploy them as part of their equipment by 2050. To meet this goal, tribute events and care course sessions have been tripled. Footnotes Footnotes Footnotes 1. 神の随に ("At the Mercy of the Gods") is a Joint Task Force positioned all across Japan, composed of Foundation agents and members of 23 other Groups of Interest, with the task of acquiring and safeguarding anomalous objects either from or before other Groups of Interest acquire them. 2. Department of Anomalous Weapons Development 3. 付喪神 (“Tool Kami/Spirit”) 4. First name adopted by GoI-921 (“Shūshū-In”) upon its foundation in the year 765. 5. Reclassified anomalies (Known as REC) are those whose classification as an item has been deemed outdated by the discovery of another anomaly, removed from standard records, and/or moved as a component of the aforementioned anomaly. Original number remains for archival purposes. 6. Type of yorishiro vessel that is being occupied by a Kami spirit. 7. Curved stones used in religious ceremonies. One of the Three Imperial Regalia of Japan. 8. Psychospheric concepts. Hazy functional meaning. 9. Shinto deity of Archery and War, Patron of Warriors and Protector of Japan. 10. SCP-127-REC was capable of firing teeth-like projectiles, regenerating them every 72 to 120 hours upon depletion. 11. Units who: Have a record of weapon misuse Have a record of animal abuse Are capable of 'reading' items they manipulate (Psychometry), accessing the consciousness of any object within a certain range (Psionics) and/or neurally connecting with souls and ‘The Beyond’ (Mediumship) are not allowed to handle Pygmalion-Type weaponry. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6410" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6410. Licensed under CC-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-6411 | thaumiel | Item#: 6411 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No usage of SCP-6411, in speech, writing, or any other medium, is to be permitted. Any such usage is to be considered a containment breach, and nearby available MTFs are to be mobilised to deal with it appropriately. The sole exceptions to the above are the original documentation of SCP-6411, which is to be kept at a high-security vault in an undisclosed site, and sentences of SCP-6411 comprised solely of lexemes1 that are known to have already escaped. Description: SCP-6411 is a Carpalóra-class constructed language2 created by Department of Linguistics founder Joseph Harrison in collaboration with the Department of Applied Force. Any usage of SCP-6411 that is not in line with the Special Containment Procedures will result in an SCP-6411-A event involving all lexemes used. SCP-6411-A events invariably result in the involved lexemes ceasing to be part of SCP-6411, instead returning to their previous locations. Often, these previous locations will be brought to the place where the event occured. Further side effects depend on the individual lexemes, and hence cannot be known in advance. [ To access further information, please input level 5 credentials. ] [ [ Access granted. ] ] Creation: Joseph Harrison, an amateur American linguist, was commissioned by the Foundation with creating SCP-6411's base grammatical structure in 1931. This was due to multiple nomenclative breaches that occured in the previous 20 years as a result of SCP-6411 lexemes not being properly contained. Once SCP-6411's grammatical structure was created, a ritual conducted by the Department of Applied Force was used to convert SCP-6411 lexemes' previously nomenclative meanings into lexical meanings provided by Harrison. Due to unforeseen resonance between the lexemes, the building in which the ritual was conducted collapsed upon its completion, with the exception of its chimney, where Harrison was located. Besides Harrison, all involved personnel and entities were killed. Known Containment Breaches: Since SCP-6411's creation, there have been three known SCP-6411-A events. Due to the involved lexemes having been removed from SCP-6411, the original meaning of the sentences and words involved has been rendered inaccessible. The following is a log of whatever information is known regarding these events. SCP-6411-A-1 Involved Utterance Mnamenoǵa Event Description A janitor came across SCP-6411's documentation, which was erroneously left outside of its container. While returning it to its place, the janitor mumbled the aforementioned word. Results The event resulted in the manifestation of an entity with six humanoid arms used as legs, supporting a single massive lepidopteran wing, which scuttled away. The janitor's screams alerted site security, who successfully contained the entity. The entity expired eight days later, presumably due to malnutrition, as containment specialists were unable to locate a mouth through which to feed it. Following this, documentation was moved to its current high-security location. SCP-6411-A-2 Date 6.9.2012 Involved Utterance [UNKNOWN] Event Description An unidentified party is hypothesised to have used a lengthy sentence in SCP-6411 in a field near Warchały, Poland. Results A large section of the aforementioned field spontaneously grew into a dense forest, which included flora not native to Poland. It's unknown how many entities, if any, manifested, or whether any of the persons responsible for the event survived. SCP-6411-A-3 Date 27.5.2016 Involved Utterance Maknên onewholeapsoverthedawnsky ielomast. Event Description A piece of previously unknown documentation of SCP-6411, presumably created in the very earliest stages of the language's design, was discovered by Junior Researcher Owens while digitising Harrison's personal writings. Upon Owens typing the aforementioned sentence, an SCP-6411-A event occurred. Results Security camera footage records two semihumanoid entities appearing behind Owens; one possesses a vulpine head protruding from its stomach rather than a humanoid one, and the other has legs that coil downwards in a spiral rather than having any clear joints. The entities notice Owens and invite him to drink tea, while addressing him as a "long-missed enemy". Owens, an only child, is startled and accepts. The vulpine-headed entity removes Owens' arm and produces three cups. The arm begins leaking a liquid into the cups, which are then distributed among the three subjects. Owens immediately faints, and the entities reattach his arm before leaving the room and disappearing from camera footage. Analysis has revealed that the liquid involved was, in fact, tree sap. _ + O5-11, you have (1) new message. Open?- Opened. To: O5 Council From: O5-3 Subject: Decommissioning of SCP-6411 Fellow council members, I will begin by conceding that our predecessors' decision to create SCP-6411 was inspired. No longer could a person randomly making up names cause a containment breach - a breach could only be caused by speaking SCP-6411, since the words that comprise it really weren't names anymore. The one problem with this, of course, is that breaches could still be caused. And as of 2012, we have evidence that suggests that knowledge of SCP-6411 has leaked outside of the Foundation, making breaches no longer something that might occur by mistake, but something that is practically just waiting to happen again. There are two options I see for us here. Either we create a new language, make it the new SCP-6411, and use the same dangerous and hard to set up ritual to transfer all of SCP-6411's current vocabulary into it (and then just wait until knowledge of it leaks, too) - or we immediately move to find a way to erase the lexemes - the names - from existence completely. I know we traditionally haven't been fans of the latter option. But in the face of the alternatives, I personally don't see how else we can keep those things in the forest where language is the greatest of weapons. I'll be bringing this up for voting in our next meeting. I hope we'll see eye to eye. O5-3 Footnotes 1. Fundamental units of meaning independent of any morphological changes. For example, the words go, gone, and going are all derived from the lexeme "go". 2. A language that, instead of having naturally evolved like most human languages, was artificially designed. |
SCP-6412 | keter | close Info X 92.46% (+49) 7.54% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) By Marcelles D. Raynes Item#: 6412 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures Only personnel within the Department of Multiversal Cartography who are familiar with arcane cartography are permitted access to the complete list of esoteric containment rituals and procedures for SCP-6412. Divulgence of these rituals to personnel with insufficient clearance is considered a breach of the Foundation's internal secrecy protocol. Individuals found in breach of this protocol will be terminated. A 1km exclusion zone has been erected along the circumference around SCP-6412 to deter the inadvertent discovery of the anomaly by civilians. An armed team is to patrol this perimeter under the guise of park rangers patrolling a nature reservation. All inquiries are to be responded to with Cover Story 9 ("Endangered Species"). Individuals who are not deterred by the initial Cover Story are to be forcefully removed from the property. Individuals who have infiltrated the exclusion zone without sufficient clearance are to be apprehended and amnesticized. Further explorations into SCP-6412 have been suspended indefinitely by O5 Command. Description SCP-6412 is the designation for the extra-dimensional location located within a maple tree in Kineswood Grove, a national park located in Greene County, New York. SCP-6412 can be accessed through a hatch located on the north-facing side of the trunk, which leads to a descending spiraling staircase. Subjects who enter SCP-6412 will emerge from the bottom of a lighthouse positioned at the top of a cliff inside of SCP-6412's interior, at dusk. A location within SCP-6412 The geography of SCP-6412 cannot be concretely defined, as infrastructure and terrain are altered upon re-entry. An unknown anti-cartographic anomaly prevents the depiction of SCP-6412's landscape in any significant written or visual capacity. Digital maps of SCP-6412's interior become distorted or corrupted as they are being created, while analog records invariably become smeared or otherwise destroyed regardless of preventative measures taken to ensure their preservation. The only consistency in the geography of SCP-6412 is the lighthouse that entrants emerge from, which is always located north relative to any subject's current position. SCP-6412 is populated by sapient, hostile entities, who should be avoided if possible. The exact form and behavioral patterns of these entities is highly varied and poorly understood. Many of these entities are susceptible to sustained heavy ballistic or incendiary weaponry. Discovery SCP-6412 was originally discovered in 1997 by the late Senior Researcher Ahdia Alam during her allotted 6-week maternity leave. Alam was with her husband, fellow Senior Researcher Osiris Hadid, when she noticed the hatch leading into SCP-6412. She alerted Site Director Chin of the discovery and was permitted access to explore the anomaly once she was cleared to return to field work. One week following Alam's return to Foundation fieldwork, she led a small team.Consiting of Alam, three additional researchers, and a four-man MTF squad. on an excursion through the dimension after receiving permission from the O5 Council. The team was able to successfully document SCP-6412's anomalous properties and partially transmit their findings to Site-83 before losing contact. Due to the unknown circumstances surrounding the loss of contact, and the incomplete data recovery detailing the behavior of the entities and geography within SCP-6412, the Ethics Committee had ruled against further expeditions into the dimension. SCP-6412 was then contained and classified as Safe. The Re-Exploration vote On September 12th, 2021, Site-83 received a distress signal containing the appropriate Foundation identification codes used in 1997 as well as footage showing the changing topology of the dimension. <Begin Footage> [ The camera shows the ground, a desert area perforated by thick jungle roots. The roots appear to become displaced by the presence of a wave moving underneath them. There is chatter in the background. The camera operator either does not notice or does not acknowledge the speakers. ] The Lexicon S.R. Alam: If you're getting this, it's us. We've been stuck here for… god… A year? Two? Finally got the M.D. transmitters working again. We found something wonderful here, the boys have taken to calling it the Lexicon. [ Senior Researcher Alam holds an unknown dodecahedral shape. ] S.R. Alam: We've been calling for extraction for a while now. I'm… guessing something terrible happened top-side. We've been trying to find that damn lighthouse but the ground keeps shifting and turning us around. We ran out of rations a few weeks ago now, and the fruit here tastes like battery acid but… it's edible. This… thing. It's important, somehow. I think it's some kind of lock for the horsemen. They're attracted to it, I think. [ There is a faint shrieking noise. The camera operator pans toward a large cliff face in the distance where a lighthouse is positioned at the top. The lighthouse flashes a green light in their direction. Several more faint shrieking noises are heard. ] Unknown: There it is! S.R. Alam: We're still in here. Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. Help us. <End Footage> Several members of the Ethics Committee were present during the initial broadcast of the distress signal and proposed a vote to decide the next course of action in light of the presented information. After much deliberation, the decision to send a team into SCP-6412 with the primary purpose of retrieving the lost information and the dodecahedral object from Alam's team was put to a vote by the O5 Council. FOR AGAINST 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 Verdict Motion Carries MTF Lambda-5 ("Walkmen") was assigned to investigate SCP-6412, and Junior Researcher Umar Hadid volunteered to assist with the investigation. All personnel were equipped with a long-term exploration-survival pack.Including machetes, whetstones, a smaller bag for personal items, ammunition boxes, long-range and short-range firearms, dried food, and water canisters. and an additional crate of surplus ammunition, freeze-dried food, and camera batteries. The following audio/visual transcript was pieced together from the body cameras of the surviving personnel. Initial Exploration Chin, Gytha L5 Alpha - Team Lead Cresswell, Alex L5 Beta - Light Infantry Brown, Cordae L5 Gamma - Heavy Infantry Kens, Nikhil L5 Delta - Medic Allegre, Allison - Research Lead Hadid, Umar - Research Assistant <BEGIN RECORDING> The access point to SCP-6412. Dr. Allegre: This is Doctor Allison Allegre of Site 83, leading the mission into SCP-6412 in order to recover the data that was lost in '97, and to hopefully locate any additional anomalous objects of significance. The date is uh… October 12th, 2021. We're inside of SCP-6412 proper now and will start exploring shortly. L5-Alpha: Alright folks, eyes up. Don't know what kind of weird shit we're walking into. J.R. Hadid: You got it, Gytha. L5-Alpha: You gotta stop calling me that, Umar. J.R. Hadid: Oh, uh right. Sorry. L5-Beta: So, let me get this straight; we have no map, they expect us to stay out here in this hostile, alien world for who knows how long, and we're looking for an object-slash-team who may or may not even be around anymore? Dr. Allegre: The object we're after could be of great significance. L5-Beta: I'm sorry, could? You mean the big wigs don't even know if that thing is worth checking out? L5-Alpha: Quit bitching, Alex. [ L5-Gamma carries the large crate of survival equipment and bumps into L5-Beta, knocking them off balance. They appear to stumble momentarily before regaining their balance. L5-Gamma laughs, continuing to walk forward while L5-Beta attempts to shove him back. Due to the size difference between the agents, however, L5-Beta is incapable of hindering L5-Gamma in any significant capacity. ] J.R. Hadid: Where should we set up camp, Dr. Allegre? Dr. Allegre: Somewhere strategic. Any elevated area would do. Keep an eye out for highrises, cliffs, that sort of thing. J.R. Hadid: Will do. [ The team proceeds. Sand dunes expand into the horizon, and the desert has a spare collection of jungle flora throughout, separated by extreme distances. Small, bipedal arboreal entities glide between the trees. It is unclear how they are able to traverse the distance between trees, as the entities are minuscule and do not appear to have the momentum necessary to glide in-between trees without flight. On the horizon, at the apex of a sand dune, are four humanoid figures mounted on quadrupedal entities. Due to atmospheric haze, the exact appearance of these entities cannot be discerned. Clouds overhead stray against the direction of the wind and appear to be following the team. ] L5-Alpha: Keep your eyes on them, Alex. L5-Beta: Aye, Captain. L5-Delta: Well, that's odd. Dr. Allegre: Weather anomalies are the least odd thing about this place. L5-Delta: No, not that. And not the riders either. That. [ L5-Delta points due east. Approximately 25 meters away there is a weathered building with the SCP Foundation emblem loosely suspended from it via cables and rebar. Protruding from the side of the building is a metal sphere that has spike-like extensions extending from its surface at various angles. The sphere appears to have eroded due to oxidation and the presence of an unknown, dry, red substance. Directly underneath the sphere is the lower half of a humanoid entity in the early stages of decomposition. Skin is dried and bloated, with veins visible underneath the skin and fungal growths present on the surface. Wounds similar to bite marks are visible on multiple parts of its body. ] Dr. Allegre: That is… discomforting. J.R. Hadid: It's… a corpse? I've, uh… yeah, no, I've seen worse, right Gytha? L5-Alpha: I'd really appreciate it if we never speak about Caesar Winters again, Umar. J.R. Hadid: Right, sorry. S-still, that's not so bad. Least it's dead. L5-Delta: And it doesn't look like it's been eaten either. J.R. Hadid: It doesn't? L5-Delta: Look at the indentations on the legs and the naval region. They're deep enough to tear flesh from, but there aren't nearly enough of them to suggest that whatever this… researcher… was attacked by was attempting to consume it. This means one of two things- L5-Alpha: Either whoever this was was trespassing in something else's territory, or something is out here killing for fun. Dr. Allegre: The file said there might be hostile entities in here. L5-Alpha: Anything more specific, Ally? [ Dr. Allegre shakes her head. She approaches the deceased entity and removes a sample of its skin, sealing it within a hazardous waste baggie. She shudders once the bag is sealed, then sighs. ] Dr. Allegre: Best keep our wits about us. Umar? [ She holds out the baggie. ] J.R. Hadid: On it. L5-Alpha: Eyes open, people. We're going in. L5-Beta: Fuckin' – boss! You aren't seriously saying we post up in there? The building with all this bullshit on the outside? I mean, we have all this open desert… L5-Alpha: Look at that body real close, soldier, then tell me you'd rather sleep out in the great expanse that is this dessert. Go on, take a look. [ L5-Beta groans. L5-Gamma passes them, appearing to intentionally bump L5-Beta with his shoulder. ] L5-Gamma: Scared? L5-Beta: [ They scoff. ] No. L5-Delta: Might I suggest you stop bickering and get inside? Quickly. [ L5-Alpha leads the team to the west-facing side of the building and attempts to enter via the door, however wood can be seen on the other side that forms a barrier. L5-Gamma groans and uses the supply crate to destroy the window directly beside the door, prying apart loosely connected pieces of wood with his bare hands. ] L5-Alpha: Really, Cordae? Really? [ The team enters the building. Dr. Allegre notes a pungent smell of nectar and milk. The fluorescent lights are either non-functioning or absent. MTF agents activate their flashlights. The ground level is in a state of severe disarray; several documents are scattered on the floor, and the majority of the furniture is upside down or flipped on its side. On several of the tables, there are indentations similar to those found on the corpse on the building's exterior. A dried substance, presumed to be blood based on its coloration, is present on the ceiling lights and windows. There is a humanoid cadaver positioned with its hands outspread and its head vertically bisected laying on the information desk with a spear through its back. ] J.R. Hadid: That's not good, right? L5-Alpha: Shh! [ There is faint growling noise from an indeterminate source. L5-Alpha signals for L5-Beta to cover her. As L5-Alpha approaches the information desk, the noise becomes audibly louder. Movement is detected coming from the restrooms, and L5-Delta moves to investigate. L5-Gamma raises his rifle and points toward the ceiling. He holds a finger to his mouth and pokes the ceiling with the end of his weapon. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Whispering ] Is that…? [ Near the information desk is a luminescent object similar in appearance to the Lexicon. Instead of glowing orange, however, the object is now glowing purple and levitating several centimeters above the ground. J.R. Hadid crouches and approaches the object. Dr. Allegre attempts to prevent him from doing this by grabbing his shirt, however, J.R. Hadid moves out of her reach before this can be completed. Dr. Allegre does not pursue. ] [ J.R. Hadid picks up the Lexicon and examines it, rotating the object several times in his hands. L5-Alpha silently gestures for him to get behind her, and J.R. Hadid co-operates, returning to his initial position next to Dr. Allegre. J.R. Hadid scrapes the surface of the Lexicon with his fingernail, making a noise that confirms the object is made of glass. He inadvertently presses one of the sides down, causing the object to change hues from purple to red. He gasps. ] J.R. Hadid: I was just… I didn't mean to! L5-Gamma: [ Pointing upward ] Shush. [ The ceiling panels appear to undulate under some massive weight. Parts of the ceiling material begin to flake off before larger parts of the infrastructure collapse in on themselves. A steel girder falls through the ceiling, nearly crushing Junior Researcher Hadid and Dr. Allegre. The Lexicon falls out of J.R. Hadid's hands from the impact, although he manages to resecure it before the object makes contact with the ground. He holds the object close to his chest as he and Dr. Allegre relocate to a nearby desk. They reposition it so that they are able to take shelter between its legs. ] [ After several seconds of debris falling, several amorphous appendages erupt from the ceiling. They appear to be comprised of a material similar to sheepskin. The appendages are black in coloration and appear to secrete a red, viscous substance. At the end of each appendage is an oral opening lined with serrated teeth that rotate counter-clockwise. Along the length of each appenage are eyes, some of which rotate sporadically in a manner similar to twitching. Many of the eyes, however, remain fixated on the MTF agents and follow their movement. L5-Gamma fires into the ceiling. ] L5-Delta: Move it! [ L5-Gamma's arm becomes entangled by the tendrils, restraining it and halting his ability to fire. L5-Alpha draws her firearm and shoots. The impact appears to be minimally effective, as the appendages loosen their restraint on L5-Gamma momentarily before tightening once again. More appendages emerge from the ceiling and attempt to ensnare L5-Alpha, who employs evasive maneuvers to escape. ] [ L5-Delta is ejected from the restroom with an explosive force that sends him into a support pillar. A section of the pillar is broken from the impact. L5-Delta rises and fires his sidearm into the restroom as tendrils emerge from within. They attempt to displace the bullets mid-flight but are unable to. One of the shots connects with the mouth of a tendril, causing the tip of the appendage to burst, covering L5-Delta in blood. A shrieking noise is heard as the appendages swing into L5-Delta's abdomen and knock him to the floor. ] L5-Delta: Little help? [ L5-Alpha concentrates fire on the tendrils in the bathroom, while L5-Beta continues to lay supportive fire into the ceiling above L5-Gamma. The appendages around L5-Gamma's arm retract, lifting him to the ceiling and pulling his arm through one of the openings. He pushes against the ceiling in the opposite direction with his free hand while L5-Beta grabs his ankles and pulls downward. The ceiling cracks. A large cephalopod-entity falls through the ceiling and on top of L5-Gamma and L5-Beta. The tendrils from the bathroom are pulled back, allowing L5-Delta and L5-Alpha to rejoin the other MTF agents. ] [ L5-Beta fires at the entity's beak, drawing its attention. L5-Gamma runs at the entity and wraps his hands around the structure presumed to be the head. The entity appears to attempt to consume L5-Gamma's fingers and eviscerate him with its appendages but is kept occupied by the combined suppressing fire from the remainder of the team. Entity shrieks. L5-Gamma maintains his grip until the entity ceases movement. J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre emerge from their cover. ] L5-Gamma: [ Breathing heavily. ] Too… easy. L5-Alpha: Hadid, Doc, you alright? J.R. Hadid: I think so. L5-Beta: Still think this is a good place to make camp, chief? L5-Delta: I'm willing to bet that creature might have been some kind of apex predator, or at least something not worth engaging with if you're a smaller organism. Given the lack of bodies, copious amounts of blood, and our skeletal friend over on that desk, I'd say that this thing ate everything else that came this way. As such, I suspect there will be no other lifeforms in this facility. L5-Beta: [ They scoff. ] I hope you're right about that. [ Team ascends the building via the stairwell. They climb five floors before resting on the sixth, as access to upper floors is obscured by large debris in the stairwell. L5-Alpha scans the floor for hostile entities and begins to secure a perimeter. There is Foundation-brand equipment scattered across the floor, including extra provisions. L5-Beta sits near a window with a sniper rifle in hand. L5-Delta sighs. ] L5-Beta: I'll take the first watch. [ There are several makeshift tents in various states of disarray throughout the floor. Shattered oil lanterns, broken LED lights, and partially consumed rations are present within the tents. Sleeping bags are present as well, covered in a thin layer of dust. Within the tent closest to the stairwell are several outdated computers and monitors. L5-Delta presses the power button on one of the computers. The machine briefly powers on, but deactivates almost immediately afterward, ejecting a small cloud of dust into L5-Delta's face. He coughs. ] L5-Delta: Anyone else know how to fix 30-year-old computers? This may take a while. Dr. Allegre: I know a few things. <End Log> Several documents were found in the building, including the research performed by the original exploration team and the item showcased in the distress signal. Recovered Footage from 1997 Expedition <Begin Log> [ Footage begins, showing S.R. Alam with MTF Luna-5 ("The Left Hand of God") members Salamander, Newt, Gecko, and Skink as well as Researcher Tori O'Day. The team is present in a mountainous area, evidenced by the clouds appearing below the edge of the cliff they are presently on. Nearby rocks possess veins of a fluorescent substance, making them luminous and extremely vibrant. Medium-sized quadrupedal organisms with thick furs resembling wool appear to gallop on either side of the team. They stop occasionally to drink from the rocks, but otherwise do not engage with the team. ] Salamander: Never seen that before. Newt: Have you ever seen anything before? Salamander: I've seen plenty, mind your own damn business. S.R. Alam: You see what we have to work with? O'Day: We're fucked. [ The two researchers laugh. ] O'Day: Seriously, is there any way to tell when the environment is going to alter again? I read the documentation but it wasn't very specific. S.R. Alam: I'm afraid that's what we're here to find out, good doctor. Relax! I'm sure something more interesting than magic sheep will happen soon. [ There is a slight tremor, followed shortly by the sudden implosion of the mountain. The team appears to fall into the rocks, however, the camera is largely obscured by the presence of sand and other sedentary material. They continue to descend for approximately thirty seconds before there is a large explosion. The team is propelled upward through the sedentary material until they emerge on the surface. ] [ The environment appears to be desert. In the distance, there is a large, abandoned building with the Foundation insignia attached to it, hanging loosely by cables. On the horizon to the west of the team are four humanoid organisms, mounted on quadrupedal entities. One of the organisms appears to be wielding a staff-like tool, which it uses to point in the direction of the team. ] Salamander: That's not good. Gecko: Run! [ Loud droning noise can be heard, similar to that of a winged insect. This continues for several seconds as the team runs toward the building. Footage cuts. ] Journal recovered by Junior Researcher Hadid from the information desk. I've seen them watching us day and night over the sand dunes. I don't know if they know that we're watching them too, or if they even care. Another one of them showed up today. That makes four riders in total now. Fucking hell. How long have we been in this god damn building? One of the "demons" (working on the official designation) snuck up on Alam when we weren't paying attention and destroyed the relay right as she stopped recording the signal. There was something different about this one though, something sinister. The ones we've seen up until now have had these black, soulless eyes. Tiny little beads that stared right through you like you just another piece of meat. But this one had green eyes. Eyes that were alive and aware of their surroundings. Eyes that belonged to something that could think. Eyes that belonged to a malicious creature different from the mindless drones we've been fighting this entire time. I think I'm going to sleep down here tonight. I can feel those riders staring at me through the windows upstairs. At least the first floor is barricaded, so we should be safe from exterior threats. Maybe if we ditch the Lexicon here we'll stop being hunted like a pack of god damn mice. Food for fucking thought, eh, Alam? I heard someone banging on the barricade a little while ago, sounded like Rebecca. Then I heard a wet thump and saw blood seeping through the cracks in the wood. I'm gonna investigate. Additional Recording Additional recording from Umar Hadid's body camera, taken during the night. <Begin Log> [ Footage begins with J.R. Hadid examining the object featured in the distress signal, henceforth referred to as the Lexicon. He is turning the Lexicon over in his hands and tracing the runes inscribed on it with his fingers. The object occasionally alternates colors when touched, and becomes illuminated brightly following a specific input by Hadid. He drops the Lexicon but manages to catch it before the object collides with the ground. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Softly ] Damn it. L5-Beta: Something troubling you? [ J.R. Hadid sharply inhales and attempts to obscure the Lexicon by covering it with his sleeping bag. He stands and walks to L5-Beta, who is sitting in a chair with their sniper rifle pointed out of a window. They are looking at J.R. Hadid as he approaches. ] J.R. Hadid: Slow night? L5-Beta: I'm the one asking questions here, man. J.R. Hadid: I can't figure out what that thing is, Alex. It's gotta be like a puzzle box or… something. And I want to be the one to solve it. L5-Beta: Eh, I wouldn't stress about it too much, Hadid. We're on a field op, leave that sciency shit to Allegre and the eggheads back home. You can figure it out then. J.R. Hadid: Yeah, but I won't be the one to make the discovery. L5-Beta: Does it really matter that much? J.R. Hadid: [ Loudly ] Yes! [ Movement is detected behind them. J.R. Hadid inhales and holds his breath as L5-Beta draws their sidearm. L5-Gamma has begun to stir in his sleeping bag, displacing a large quantity of dust as he rolls. L5-Beta and J.R. Hadid sigh. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Softly ] It really fucking matters, okay? L5-Beta: Screwing around with that Lexicon might just fuck us while we're out here, and there's no back-up, Umar. Did you think about that? [ Silence ] L5-Beta: Well? J.R. Hadid: I don't care. L5-Beta: [ Scoff ] You really are just another Foundation scientist, aren't you? J.R. Hadid: You don't understand. L5-Beta: What I understand is that I'm going to put you in the ground before I let you or Allegre endanger anyone on this fucking team, Hadid. J.R. Hadid: I'm not trying to put any of us in danger! L5-Beta: Then why are you fucking with an alien puzzle box? The Lexicon as found in Initial Exploration J.R. Hadid: Because… L5-Beta: Because? J.R. Hadid: Ever since I joined the Foundation and people realized I was the son of the legendary Adhia Alam they've been expecting something great from me. And all I've done is smoke pot and eat pizza. I'm supposed to be a scientist, Alex. I have to reinvent the wheel. I need to figure out what this Lexicon is before anyone else, or I'm disrespecting the memory of my mother. L5-Beta: Umar… [ Silence ] J.R. Hadid: Just make the shot count, alright? L5-Beta: Umar, I'm not going to shoot you. I get where you're coming from, alright? My parents were the same way. "Legendary" MTF agents, perfect accuracy on a target firing a handgun from a kilometer away. J.R. Hadid: Seriously? L5-Beta: I'm exaggerating but that's beside the point. I thought I'd never live up to that, but you know what I realized after I joined the Walkmen? J.R. Hadid: What? L5-Beta: That I don't need to fulfill anyone's expectations but my own. Not my parents, not my fellow agents, not Foundation staff, not even the O5's. I'm a non-binary badass motherfucking sniper, and that's the reputation I've chosen to live up to. J.R. Hadid: I… Thank you, Alex. L5-Beta: Did you find anything out so far? J.R. Hadid: Just hypotheses. I think that it might be keeping the creatures here on this side of the lighthouse. I mean, they're attracted to it after all but if they were able to break it themselves, they would have by now. L5-Beta: Oh shit. Maybe you should just, oh I don't know, ditch it in Allegre's stuff. J.R. Hadid: What? Why? L5-Beta: I really don't like her. J.R. Hadid: Really? L5-Beta: I'm kidding, Umar. [ They chuckle. L5-Gamma raises from his sleeping bag and walks toward the far corner. Unzipping can be heard seconds prior to the sound of urination. When finished, L5-Gamma walks over to the pair, withdrawing a small container of hand sanitizer from his pocket, applying it. ] L5-Gamma: Do you ever stop talking? L5-Beta: Shut up, Cordae. L5-Gamma: Question for you, Alex. L5-Beta: For the last time, I know the reason you don't trust stairs is because they're always up to something. [ J.R. Hadid laughs. ] L5-Gamma: Let's say that when we get out of here, me and you found ourselves at a fancy restaurant? What would you do? L5-Beta: You're not taking me to Arby's are you? L5-Gamma: Do you like Arby's? J.R. Hadid: I do. L5-Gamma: I'm not talking to you, am I? L5-Beta: Give the kid a break, Cordae. L5-Gamma: Will you answer my question, Alex? [ Silence ] L5-Beta: Are you asking me on a date, Cordae Brown? [ L5-Gamma looks at J.R. Hadid, then at L5-Beta. He becomes flush in the face and folds his arms. ] L5-Gamma: I'll take the second watch while you think about the answer to a question I never asked you. L5-Beta: Fine. Hadid? J.R. Hadid: Yes? L5-Beta: Let's leave the man to his post and talk more about this in the morning. [ L5-Gamma grunts. L5-Beta and J.R. Hadid return to their respective sleeping bags and J.R. Hadid continues to examine the Lexicon for several more seconds. He presses down on one face of the Lexicon, causing it to change hues from yellow to purple. The object levitates approximately three centimeters above the ground for several seconds before falling, its coloration absent. J.R. Hadid picks up the object, looks from left to right, and places it within Dr. Allegre's personal bag, covering it with objects already present therein. ] Continued Expedition Log <Begin Log> [ There is daylight shining through the window as the team awakens. Team descends from building in pairs, with L5-Alpha and L5-Gamma taking point, and L5-Beta and L5-Delta bringing up the rear. Once they reach the ground floor, sounds that suggest the consumption of solid food become audible. L5-Alpha stops them at the entrance, raises her weapon. Four quadrupedal entities are on top of the cephalopod entity's corpse, consuming it. The entities resemble an unknown equine species, however, instead of hooves, they appear to walk on five-digit hands with opposable thumbs similar to apes. The entities are covered in a thick layer of fur, the coloration of which differs between each organism. They soon take notice of the team and scurry up the cadaver, scaling the building, and disappearing over the roof. ] Dr. Allegre: Absolutely fascinating. J.R. Hadid: I… can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, Doctor. Dr. Allegre: I'm never sarcastic, Umar. L5-Alpha: Focus people. We have what we need, let's find our way back. J.R. Hadid: Right, uh, sorry Gytha. [ L5-Alpha leads the team past the corpse. After traversing for 15 meters, the team begins to experience severe tremors. A dense fog covers the building behind them, obscuring it entirely. The source of the fog is unclear, as all clouds are now absent from the sky. The sand ripples, forming waves of two-meter-high dunes that move around the team. A thick Brazil-nut tree similar to those found in jungles sprouts beside L5-Delta, growing exponentially in seconds. The tree ascends seemingly indefinitely, as the top cannot be seen. ] Location post-trasfiguration L5-Delta: Holy- [ More trees of various species continue to emerge out of the ground. The sand folds in on itself and turns hues of black, brown, and green. Grass manifests over the remainder of the sand, completely replacing it. All sunlight has been blocked by the presence of a canopy. Various types of known and unknown flora materialize on the bark of the trees. When the transformation ceases, the team is within a jungle environment. The building they were previously occupying is no longer present. ] L5-Delta: Well, that's inconvenient. L5-Beta: Inconvenient? Most of our camping shit was still in there! [ L5-Beta sighs before kicking a nearby tree out of frustration. The force of the impact dislodges a fruit resembling a non-anomalous orange from its branch, and the fruit collides with the top of L5-Beta's helmet, smearing a juice-like substance down their visor. They groan and L5-Gamma walks over to them, proceeding to remove their helmet and wipe the fluid on his outfit before returning it to them. ] L5-Gamma: Scared? L5-Beta: [ They brush past him, maintaining a loose grip on their sniper rifle as they take point. ] 'Course not. [ The team continues north. The roots of the trees become animate and attempt to entangle their feet as they walk, however, due to the weakness of the branches, the team proceeds unhindered. Where visible, the sky is dark and illuminated by stars and constellations undocumented in current astronomical records. Despite continuing for several hours, the night sky does not alter in any significant way and the constellations appear to remain at a fixed point. In the understory, many small avian and arboreal entities resembling glaucomys sabrinus (flying squirrel) with antlers and fluorescent eyes glide overhead and startle L5-Beta. ] L5-Gamma: [ Laughs. ] [ The forest trees become noticeably thicker as the team progresses. Dark green vines are suspended between low-hanging branches. Arboreal entities with six arms and an incalculable amount of eyes are noticed by the team. The eyes are so densely packed that the original head and facial features of the organisms are completely obscured, yet they are able to emit audio noises resembling common chimpanzees. Entities appear to observe the team as they progress, some gesticulated to others and making noise at a frequency that suggests a pattern or communication. ] [ Flourescent flora becomes present as the space between trees decreases. The color of the flora changes with proximity to the team, with flowers closer to the team consisting of various shades of blue and flowers further away possessing a spectrum of red coloration. There is a gradient of color expanding from the team in a circular pattern. ] [ A pair of the arboreal entities spotted earlier is seen sitting in the trees beside one another. Judging by the size difference between the entities and patterns of sexual dimorphism patterns in mammals, one is male while the other is female. The larger of the two descend the tree via the vines and spends several seconds picking flowers out of the ground. The male entity notices the team and spends a short amount of time looking between them and the flowers in its hand. With its free hand, the entity gesticulates the team to move closer to it, observing the effects of their presence on the flowers. After the team approaches the entity, the entity backs away slowly and crushes the stems of the flowers in its hands. The flowers no longer change appearance after this. The male entity ascends the tree and appears to gift the female entity the flowers. The smaller entity accepts the gift and embraces the other organism. ] [ L5-Gamma picks a flower, examines it, and hands it to L5-Beta. ] L5-Beta: What do you expect me to do with this? L5-Gamma: Keep it. It's good for you. [ L5-Beta tucks the flower behind their ear. They appear to become flush in the face, although the exact cause of this phenomenon is unclear. ] L5-Delta: You truly are a man bred for war, Cordae. J.R. Hadid: That was… wholesome. Dr. Allegre: Perhaps I was wrong about you, Hadid. If you think that this display is responsible behavior of Foundation agents on a field operation then- L5-Alpha: With all due respect, Allison, leave the fuckin' kid alone. You're here to do research, not bitch about the goings-on of my team. Dr. Allegre: [ She scoffs ] [ The forest leads into a clearing approximately two kilometers in diameter, void of the flora seen previously. The arboreal entities can be seen on the perimeter of the clearing on high branches, looking down. They are either unable to or unwilling to cross the clearing. An avian organism is seen flying near the canopy before it is assaulted by a sphere of unknown material. The avian entity falls out of the sky, landing in front of L5-Beta. The original form of the entity is unknown, as it is obscured in its entirety by a species of lady-bug-like organisms. The lady-bug entities disperse after several seconds, revealing a mass of bones and blood where the avian organism previously was. There is more movement in the treeline on the side of the clearing opposite the team. Judging by the rigorous camera shaking, trees being felled, and the scattering of the arboreal entities in the other direction, the entity responsible for the tremors is large. ] L5-Alpha: We've got puppies and kittens people, look alive! [ L5-Beta raises their sniper rifle and scans the treeline for the source of the tremors. They stop scanning after several moments. L5-Alpha notices that they are trembling. ] L5-Alpha: Soldier? L5-Beta: Dear god… [ A massive, octopedal equine entity walks into the clearing from the treeline. The entity's legs are stripped of flesh, revealing an undulating mass of muscle, bone, and sinew that appears to move in conjunction with its steps. The feet of the entity are comprised of bones similar to those of a human being, ending in five digits including one opposable thumb. From the underbelly of the organism, necrotized intestines hang from exposed ribs that appear to be consumed by more lady-bug entities. The torso of the entity is largely decomposed, exposing large portions of the entity's internal anatomy including four hearts, two parallel spines, and a semi-transparent sac with lady-bug entities present therein. The entity's head is obstructed by atmospheric haze due to its immense height. ] [ Two arboreal entities, one holding a fluorescent flower, emerge from the forest near the quadrupedal entity swinging on vines. Upon noticing the larger creature, the male arboreal organism appears to command the female organism to a safe distance while it threatens the equine entity with its gestures. A sphere of ladybugs is propelled from the entity's head and covers the arboreal entities in their entirety. Seconds later, several loud squelching sounds are heard followed by snapping and cracking. Ladybugs retreat from the arboreal entities, revealing a patch of glowing flowers that now occupy the space they were once in. ] [ The entity faces the team. It projects a sphere of ladybugs at the team, missing L5-Alpha by a small margin. ] Cluster of ladybugs that missed L5-Alpha. L5-Alpha: Take the shot! [ L5-Beta appears to refocus and fires a shot into the equine entity's semi-transparent sac, causing it to erupt with an explosive force that knocks the team down. The entity bellows, temporarily causing the audio microphones to peak and causing the team severe pain. The entity projects three spheres of lady-bugs in the team's direction. The first two hit nearby trees, while the third hits L5-Gamma's arm and pins him to the ground. ] L5-Alpha: Cordae! J.R. Hadid: Doctor? Dr. Allegre: Watch, Hadid. This is a learning opportunity. [ Ladybugs multiply to the point where they completely encompass his arm. L5-Gamma appears to be in a severe amount of physical trauma. L5-Delta sprints to L5-Gamma and withdraws a lighter from his survival pack, holding it near the lady-bug entities. The lady-bugs emit a high-frequency noise that causes pain in the team before dispersing. Once clear, what remains of L5-Gamma's arm becomes clear. It has been consumed through the epidural layer and the majority of the muscle mass, exposing partially perforated bone. L5-Beta fires once more at the entity before sprinting to L5-Gamma. Dr. Allegre takes note of this from behind the cover of a nearby tree. ] L5-Beta: Oh my god, Nikhil… L5-Delta: Shut up and let me work! [ L5-Delta removes several medical tools from his exploration pack, including a tourniquet, a bottle of anomalously enhanced antiseptic, a roll of bandages, and a small, rectangular piece of wood. L5-Beta returns to firing upon the equine, joined by L5-Alpha, although the ballistic rounds do not appear to cause any significant damage. The equine projects another sphere of lady-bugs at L5-Alpha, who successfully rolls away prior to impact. Entity takes another step toward the team, causing significant tremors. ] [ L5-Delta places the wooden piece in between L5-Gamma's teeth. L5-Gamma bites down on the wood with enough force to splinter it as L5-Delta pours the antiseptic on his wound. J.R. Hadid is visibly disturbed by this, while Dr. Allegre continues to document the events in a notepad. L5-Gamma loses consciousness shortly thereafter, and L5-Delta attempts to drag him into cover by his shoulders. Due to L5-Gamma's size, however, little progress is made. ] L5-Delta: Help! [ J.R. Hadid moves toward them but is stopped by Dr. Allegre before he can reach them. ] Dr. Allegre: Our job is to research, Umar. Remember this. [ J.R. Hadid pushes past Dr. Allegre, knocking her off-balance. Dr. Allegre quickly recovers and continues documenting. J.R. Hadid applies pressure to L5-Gamma's wound while L5-Delta stitches it closed and wraps it in the bandages. He stares at Dr. Allegre momentarily before withdrawing a sidearm and firing at the equine entity. L5-Alpha and L5-Beta lay suppressing fire as they retreat to the rest of the group. ] L5-Beta: How we doin', Cordae? L5-Delta: He's out! L5-Beta: Fuck! L5-Alpha: Switch to incendiary. Light this fucker up. [ L5-Alpha and L5-Beta hostler their weapons and draw their flamethrowers while L5-Delta continues to lend supporting fire from his pistol. The equine entity emits a low, bellowing noise before projecting another ball of ladybugs at the team, but the attack is dispelled by the fire. L5-Alpha and L5-Beta advance. Entity turns abruptly and uses its legs to cut through a swathe of trees, toppling them in front of the team. Entity retreats, its skin aflame. L5-Alpha and -Beta rejoin the group. ] Dr. Allegre: I think we all learned something, wouldn't you say, Hadid? [ Silence ] L5-Alpha: You got a fucking problem, doc? Dr. Allegre: I'm just here to do research, soldier. I'm not going to get involved of the goings-on of you and your team. [ J.R. Hadid rises. He looks at Dr. Allegre but does not move. ] Dr. Allegre: Umar. [ Silence ] [ L5-Alpha shakes her head. L5-Beta and L5-Delta assist L5-Gamma to his feet. J.R. Hadid walks beside him, supporting L5-Gamma as he walks. L5-Beta walks up to Dr. Allegre. ] L5-Beta: [ They spit. ] Next time, when it's you, I'll sit back and watch too. Dr. Allegre: [ She scoffs ] So it's like that then. L5-Beta: You're god damn right. [ There are faint sounds of shrieking heard. The source of the sound is unclear. Through the cut-down trees, four figures can be seen mounted on organisms. The figure to the furthest right appears to be on fire, however, it shows no sign of pain or acknowledgment of the flames. The flaming entity's mount trots in place before charging at the team. L5-Beta and L5-Alpha point their incendiary weapons at it, however before it can reach the team, the entity implodes into the flames and disappears. ] [ The sound of shrieking increases in volume. ] L5-Beta: Fuck. [ Camera footage terminates. ] <End Log> Second Recovered Document from 1997 Expedition Footage recovered from a partially decomposed corpse fused within the trunk of a tree. <Begin Log> Still captured from recovered footage [ Footage begins, showing a plain of crop visually similar to wheat and barley. A dilapidated barn is present. The roof of the structure is caved in and several corpses of emaciated equine entities are scattered on the walls and outside of barn doors. From inside the building, a flickering light can be seen and shadows are visible moving therein. There are sounds of gunfire, followed shortly by loud shrieking that peaks the audio scales. A body is thrown through the exterior wall of the barn from the interior. It spasms for several seconds, spraying blood and viscera on the crop nearby. ] Gecko: Fucking hell, what is he doing in there? S.R. Alam: Does it really matter? Gecko: I suppose not. [ Seconds later the gunfire ceases. Newt emerges, covered in blood and viscera save for his eyes. He is grinning. ] Newt: Soup's on. [ S.R. Alam and Gecko enter the barn following Newt. Inside the blood of the organisms covers the wall, with several organs and intestines hanging from various support beams throughout the structure. In the center of the room there is a rudimentary campfire, its flame still alight. Newt uses a combat knife to remove the head of one of the nearby entities and throws the head onto the fire, fueling it. The flame grows significantly in size, radiance, and heat. Newt continues to smile as he throws the remainder of the decapitated corpse into the flame. ] [ Gecko pulls down a bisected corpse from a support beam and grabs onto the protruding spinal column with both hands. He motions for S.R. Alam to assist him. She grabs the arms of the corpse and together they are successful in removing the spine in its entirety. S.R. Alam drops the body and stands with her back against the wall, looking out through the opening created by Newt. She withdraws a sidearm from her person and holds it near her face. ] S.R. Alam: Hurry up. [ Gecko looks at S.R. Alam briefly before beginning to debone two corpses. Once finished, the corpse of the humanoid is then flayed and separated into thin strips. Gecko sharpens two of the forearm bones until they reach a point, and then skewers one of the strips. He then hands the skewer to Newt. ] S.R. Alam: Is it ready? Gecko: Soon. [ The two roast the flesh of the organism for several minutes until it is light grey in coloration. They then consume the flesh. Gecko retches. S.R. Alam joins the pair at the fire and prepares her own skewer. ] S.R. Alam: Do you think they got it? Gecko: Yes. S.R. Alam: Thank God. Gecko: How long have we been here? S.R. Alam: Too long. [ Newt retches and vomits a mixture of partially digested flesh and blood. He wipes his mouth, then looks at Gecko and S.R. Alam. From outside the barn, the sound of whining horses can be heard. A ladybug-like entity flies in through the window and lands on Newt's forearm. He crushes it immediately. ] Newt: That's not good, is it? S.R. Alam: I don't understand. We left the Lexicon at that building, they should've stopped chasing us by now. Gecko: Fuck. The Foundation must have sent in a second-team after all. They probably found it. S.R. Alam: We need to find that lighthouse. <End Log> Third Exploration Log Audio/visual surviellance stitched together from the body cam footage of the surviving members of the expedition team. <Begin Log> [ Footage starts. Much of the visual is corrupted and is often interrupted by static. The environment appears to be comprised primarily of a metallic substance, and black towers with sharp protrusions are persisted into the horizon. The height of many of these towers extends beyond the camera's view. From the sky, black cable-like extensions hang. At the end of the cables are human eyes, which appear to track the team. The eyes do not have eyelids and appear bloodshot. Additionally, hexagonal structures are protruding from the ground at random intervals, with an unknown pattern of symbols on them that suggest a form of writing. Four of these structures appear larger than the rest and show murals of riders on horseback wielding medieval weapons. Three of the four murals appear to be intact, however, the fourth mural is in a state of disarray, as the edges of it are crumbling and much of the text present on it is eroded. ] [ Dried viscera and evidence of scratches are present.The pattern of the narrow furrows imply that the scratches were produced by nails or claws. on the ground and towers. In an area where the density of towers is fewer, there is an encampment. There are three large tents present, although each of the tents is showing signs of extreme degradation from weathering. A silhouetted humanoid figure can be seen moving throughout the tents. Judging by the gesticulations, the figure is gathering items from within the tent and placing them into a large container. ] [ L5-Alpha holds a finger to her lips and uses hand signals to command L5-Delta to approach on the flank of the tent. L5-Alpha approaches the tent from the front with her rifle raised. L5-Beta kneels on one knee and points their sniper rifle at the tent, covering the other MTF Agents. J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre, who are assisting L5-Gamma in walking, take cover behind a nearby metallic structure. ] [ L5-Alpha and L5-Delta converge on the figure in the tent, who raises their arms and drops the items they were carrying. The figure is escorted out of the tent by L5-Alpha. They are adorned in Foundation-grade laboratory protective garments, inscribed with the Foundation insignia on the breast pocket. The garments appear torn in several places, and there are holes present near the sleeves indicative of incendiary damage. The figure, a female, appears emaciated to the point at which their cheekbones become present, however, they appear to have a layer of muscle beneath the skin that suggests they are well fed. One of the eyes is missing, obscured by seared flesh and indentations indicative of bite marks. The figure is forced out of the tent at gunpoint by L5-Alpha, with L5-Delta following. ] [ The figure abruptly stops, turning to face the MTF agents, who raise their weapons in response. ] Unknown: Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. L5-Delta: Excuse me? Unknown: [ Slowly ] Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. L5-Alpha: That's the… Adhia Alam? [ The figure nods, withdrawing an identification card from the lab coat's inner pocket. L5-Alpha conducts an impromptu Level 5 interrogation screening, asking the figure questions that have been expunged from the record per O5 order. The figure's identity is confirmed to be Senior Researcher Alam. ] S.R. Alam: I'm leaving, with or without you. L5-Beta: Just one more question: What happened to the rest of your team? In the last document of yours that we found, there were still Luna-5 members around. S.R. Alam: The horsemen. L5-Beta: The horsemen? S.R. Alam: You've seen them. I know you have, I can see it in your eyes. They looked the same way just before… We need to leave. Now. Fuck the Lexicon, let it stay here. That's all the horsemen care about. [ L5-Beta approaches with J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre. S.R. Alam looks at J.R. Hadid with visible confusion. She approaches him, although she is blocked by L5-Beta. ] S.R. Alam: Umar? [ S.R. Alam reaches out to touch J.R. Hadid, who recoils from the action. She paces around in a circle for several seconds before dropping to her knees. She stares at her hands and then at the MTF agents. Dr. Allegre notes that she is crying. ] S.R. Alam: No… What… what year is it? L5-Alpha: Ma'am, it's 2021. S.R. Alam: It can't be later than… my god. Umar I'm so… [ L5-Gamma yells in pain. His wound begins bleeding through the bandages. He drops to the ground, holding his arm. L5-Delta holds L5-Gamma's arm and removes the bandages. The wound has become gangrenous with pus boils manifesting along the exterior of L5-Gamma's skin. ] L5-Delta: I need time to mend Cordae's fever and disinfect his arm again. L5-Alpha: How much time? L5-Delta: As much as you can give me. [ L5-Alpha nods. She looks at Dr. Allegre for several seconds. ] Dr. Allegre: Got a problem, Chin? L5-Alpha: Not for much longer, I hope. You two, stay here and keep an eye out. I'm gonna see if there's a way up there. Alam, with me. [ L5-Alpha and S.R. Alam depart in a northern direction, toward the lighthouse. Dr. Allegre enters the tent with L5-Delta. ] L5-Delta: What do you want, doctor? Dr. Allegre: Just… trying to lend a hand. L5-Delta: [ He sighs ] I need pressure here. [ Outside, J. R. Hadid points north. Approximately 3km away from the encampment is a cliff face with the lighthouse at the top of it. The lighthouse is emitting green light. ] J.R. Hadid: That's the lighthouse from the distress signal, right? L5-Beta: Y-yeah. We're almost there. J.R. Hadid: What's wrong? L5-Beta: Nothing just… it's Cordae. J.R. Hadid: He'll be alright. He's big enough to eat me. L5-Beta: [ They laugh ] And me. J.R. Hadid: Think Gytha will find a way up there before the land changes again? L5-Beta: Course she will. C'mon, let's take a look around here. That lost data might be in this campsite somewhere. [ L5-Beta explores the encampment, accompanied by Hadid. There are several decomposed bodies in various positions throughout the area that are dressed in Foundation attire consistent with the 1997 standard.DNA analysis confirmed that the bodies belonged to the original team that lost contact with the Foundation in 1997. They had been decomposed for approximately 23 years.. Hadid uses a knife and several hazardous waste baggies to collect samples from the bodies. ] L5-Beta: Gross. J.R. Hadid: I know but… it's necessary, ya know? For science or whatever. Allegre would kill me if I didn't take the chance to- L5-Beta: Doesn't make it any less gross, man. J.R. Hadid: Wha- I- never mind. [ L5-Beta and Hadid enter a large tent. Inside they collect various holographic schematics display modules which are located near the deceased. There is a long rectangular table with thirteen seats in the center of the tent. All seats are occupied by a corpse. J.R. Hadid approaches the corpse at the head of the table and kneels, examining its feet and collecting samples from the ground. ] [ There is a faint shrieking sound emanating from outside. L5-Beta assists Hadid in standing. They flee the tent and return to the encampment. L5-Delta and Dr. Allegre are assisting L5-Gamma in walking. ] [ Seconds later, L5-Alpha and S.R. Alam return. L5-Alpha is firing bursts of flame behind her as they are pursued by an unknown amount of entities approximately 1km behind her. Entities are humanoid, bipedal, and severely emaciated. Wing-like protrusions are present where the arms should be. The entities are shrieking as they pursue the pair. In the distance behind them, three humanoid figures on mounts are present. One appears to be wielding a staff-like instrument, which it uses to point in the direction of the encampment. ] L5-Alpha: Up! Get the fuck up! [ L5-Alpha and L5-Beta fire at the entities. Entities are deterred by the flame and remain just out of its reach, however, they continue to advance. ] L5-Alpha: I found a way out! [ Team proceeds to run behind L5-Alpha while L5-Beta continues to deter the entities with their flame. Visibility is greatly reduced. Individual voices cannot be heard as the shrieking is louder than the team. There is a tremor.Judging by the sudden vertical vibration from all body cams. that causes the entities to disperse. ] [ When it is clear, the team has arrived approximately 1km from the lighthouse. A large, gaunt quadrupedal entity manifests approximately 3km behind the team. Entity's head is obscured by the presence of ladybugs. Entity is the apparent source of the tremors. ] J.R. Hadid: It's- L5-Alpha: Save your breath, Hadid! L5-Delta: Captain! Cordae he's- [ L5-Gamma collapses. The wound on his arm has reopened. From the wound, ladybugs emerge and begin to consume his skin. L5-Delta, L5-Alpha, and Dr. Allegre attempt to remove the ladybugs from L5-Gamma but are unsuccessful due to the sheer quantity of them that has amassed. S.R. Alam grabs a machete from L5-Alpha's person and attempts to cleave L5-Gamma's arm. L5-Alpha raises her incendiary weapon. ] L5-Alpha: Get down! [ S.R. Alam successfully severs L5-Gamma's arm and forces him to the ground. The emaciated bipedal entities converge on the group. L5-Beta, -Delta, and Dr. Allegre lay flat on the ground beside L5-Gamma. L5-Alpha fires a burst of flame at the entities, deterring them and causing a presumed panicked response. Entities shriek. ] [ The ladybugs disintegrate from the heat of the flame. The remainder of L5-Gamma's arm has been reduced to the bone with small amounts of scorched flesh still present. He groans. L5-Beta rises first and assists L5-Gamma to his feet. L5-Delta, S.R. Alam, and Dr. Allegre rise shortly thereafter and sprint westward. They are fifteen meters from the lighthouse entrance. ] L5-Alpha: Inside! [ L5-Gamma and J.R .Hadid enter the lighthouse. Bipedal entities can be seen 200 meters away from the lighthouse. Entities are shrieking and sprinting. L5-Delta enters the lighthouse, followed by S.R. Alam. Dr. Allegre attempts to enter but is unsuccessful due to the presence of an unknown force. L5-Alpha inadvertently backs into Dr. Allegre. ] L5-Alpha: What the hell are you waiting for? [ Dr. Allegre attempts to enter the lighthouse again, but this time is knocked down by the force. The contents of her personal bag are emptied onto the floor. Among them is the Lexicon. The object is now completely void of coloration and fragmented in several places. It appears to shatter in her hands. She inhales sharply. ] Dr. Allegre: I… L5-Alpha: Fucking drop it! [ The entities converge on Dr. Allegre. L5-Alpha attempts to combat them with her incendiary weapon but is ignored. Dr. Allegre screams. The entities drag her back toward the giant equine entity along with the Lexicon. L5-Beta emerges from the lighthouse, laying a suppressing fire on the entities. They release their grip on Dr. Allegre. L5-Beta extends a hand to her and pulls Dr. Allegre back. L5-Alpha steps in front of L5-Beta and continues to ignite entities as they approach. Dr. Allegre regains her composure and L5-Beta assists her in standing. They enter the lighthouse together. ] [ From the mass of entities, the three humanoid organisms on mounts emerge. The one in the center dismounts. The organism has the appearance of a medieval knight, although its armor is severely oxidized. The head of the organism is decomposed. Maggots and ladybugs can be seen crawling in and out of its eye sockets and various openings in its flesh. The humanoid organism stares at L5-Alpha as it picks up the Lexicon. ] Unknown: You've freed us. Thank you. [ L5-Alpha backs into the lighthouse, closing the door behind her. Footage ends. ] <End log> Interview Umar Hadid The following interview was conducted following the conclusion of the team's allotted resting period post-expedition. Interviewer: Site Director Alaina Chin Interviewed: Junior Researcher Umar Hadid <Begin Log> Dir. Chin: 'Evening Umar. I hope you've been well? J.R. Hadid: A little sore but, I'm okay. H-how's everyone else? Alex? Cordae? Dir. Chin: We've got to amnesticize four witnesses to anomalous events at the local Arby's. Apparently Cordae Brown can't keep himself out of trouble. [ J.R. Hadid laughs. ] Dir. Chin: Something funny, Mr. Hadid? J.R. Hadid: Uh… I… No, ma'am. Dir. Chin: Good. Now, I've reviewed the footage from your most recent excursion into SCP-6412 and there's a lot of good stuff there. The guys over in R & D are losing their minds trying to classify all the organisms you managed to snag footage of. Good work. Great work, even. But there's one thing that's bothering me, Mr. Hadid. Can you guess what that is? J.R. Hadid: Look, I know I've been slacking lately but I promise I'll pick up the pace- Dir. Chin: No, it's not that. The Lexicon. That thing you broke and planted on your fellow researcher? Remember that? J.R. Hadid: Oh… Dir. Chin: Real fucking sneaky, Mr. Hadid. And it almost cost Allegre her life. But then I realized something else and had some research heads look into this thing for me. Run the sigils back against some ancient, forbidden texts way above your clearance. And it turns out that you were right. J.R. Hadid: I was… right? Dir. Chin: The Lexicon was some kind of anchor keeping those creatures, the horsemen, the tentacle monster, on that side of the lighthouse. And your fiddling removed that anchor from the equation. I don't know why the horsemen haven't come over to this side yet, and frankly, I don't care. It's going to happen sooner or later, and you're going to be the one to stop them when that happens. J.R. Hadid: But I can't- Dir. Chin: Look, you wanted to do something great at the Foundation right? Congratulations, Umar. Here's your chance. <End Log> |
SCP-6413 | esoteric-class | "Welcome to fucking Deadwood. Can be combative." by Doctor Cimmerian The town of Deadwood, South Dakota. Confirmed as the location of the oddity described herein. Designation of Oddity The oddity found in Deadwood's No. 10 Saloon is to be designated UIU-6413 until such a time as it is removed from its current location. On Limiting Risks UIU-6413 is mostly at risk of public perception. Given the operation of the Confederate Inspectors out of the nearby Bella Union Hotel, it is of utmost importance that the existence of UIU-6413 be kept from public cognizance. The owner of the No. 10 Saloon (A Mr. Billy Nuttall) is neither friendly nor unfriendly to our presence, but is happy to have gamblers and drinkers in the establishment. Given this, we have placed Special Agents One and Two in Deadwood to deny access to UIU-6413 on a daily basis. As Mr. Nuttall is aware of the dangerous nature of UIU-6413, it is not expected that access to it during closing hours is likely. Of course, beyond the obfuscation of the oddity by our agents, it presents a natural danger to anyone who places a part of their body inside the opening. This is the primary behavior that should be prevented. The Oddity UIU-6413 is a interstitial opening approximately one and a half feet across in the western standing wall of the No. 10 Saloon of Deadwood, in the Dakota Territory. When living matter of any kind is placed inside the oddity, the matter will be drawn strongly inwards. Material that passes the boundary of the oddity does not exit on the other side of the wall. The wall itself appears whole from the outside of the saloon, despite the opening being quite large and deeper than the wall's thickness. Objects that are too large to easily pass through the opening are not a barrier to the inward pull of the oddity. The discovery of the oddity took place when the then co-owner of the saloon, John Manning, discovered the opening and placed his hand inside. Mr. Nuttall reported that Mr. Manning was first firmly lodged up to his shoulder in the oddity for about 2 hours, during which time he complained of thirst and hunger. Mr. Nuttall detailed the further events to our agents. At first I thought I heard a great cracking, and I stand by that assumption. But there was, with it, a sort of sliding sound as Johnny started to flex like a balloon. He puffed up a bit, then deflated just as quickly. It was as if all the humors were drained directly from his body. He cried out, and I was tempted to take his free hand and give a mighty pull, but there was scant time to speak, much less act. Johnny's body went limp as the rest of him, sins and all, went through the hole like medicine into the greedy mouth of the infirm. There was nothing left but some blood, claw marks on the wall, and a memory. I quick-first boarded the wall and went to report the incident to the Sheriff. The Sheriff of Deadwood is friendly with our cause, and contacted us quickly. The few suspicions of murder were quickly quelled, and the story of Mr. Manning's new life in San Francisco was disseminated. Additional Complication #1 A new complication has arisen in the form of Tom Miller. Mr. Miller, The owner of the Bella Union, has made several practical offers on Mr. Nuttall's establishment (through his agent Jack McCall). Mr. Nuttall does not appear to be eager to sell, as he has already turned down several generous offers from our own agents. Mr. Miller, however, is a known member of the renegade group known as the Confederate Inspectors. Our agents have made it clear that any offer by Mr. Miller will be matched and exceeded by ourselves. There is a small risk that Mr. Nuttall uses this bidding process to drive up the price of his establishment to unreasonable heights. We believe there is a fair chance that Mr. Miller or his associates will simply kill Mr. Nuttall and seize the property in this case. Protection for Mr. Nuttall is to be utilized to prevent this possibility. Additional Complication #2 Mr. McCall has become a frequent patron of the No. 10 Saloon since his offers of purchase were rebuffed. Agent One has ensured that he is seated next to the oddity during most of the Saloon's open hours with Agent Two acting as relief. This has prevented direct access to the oddity, but it appears that Mr. McCall, and likely the Confederate Inspectors as a whole, are aware of the oddity. Mr. Nuttall may have been using knowledge of the oddity to solicit a higher offer as previously suspected. Additional agents have been requested and are on the way, though it will be a week before they arrive. While it is not known how the oddity could be weaponized or utilized to harm the Union directly, it is quite a bit more dangerous than most oddities, and must be kept out of Confederate hands at all costs. Telegrams Received on August 2, 1876 NEW COMPLICATION. CONFEDERATE AGENT JACK MCCALL HAS KILLED AGENT ONE. WILD BILL HICKOK WAS SHOT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK MARTHA JANE CANNARY HAS CAPTURED MCCALL. AGENT HAS REFUSED TO TURN HIM OVER FOR ARREST. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK MCCALL HAS BEEN TAKEN TO THE NO. 10 SALOON. MCCALL'S HAND HAS BEEN PLACED IN THE ODDITY BY CANNARY. URGENTLY REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK NEW COMPLICATION. MCCALL HAS BEEN KILLED BY THE ODDITY. CROWD HORRIFIED. MS. CANNARY HAS BEEN ARRESTED. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. EXTREMELY URGENT. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK A reply is currently being drafted. Sheriff Bullock is not a UIU agent and has not been fully informed of our anonymous nature. His naming our Agents in a telegram does constitute its own complication. The death of Agent One and arrest of Agent Two is a significant complication as well, though neither are intractable. An additional supervisory agent has been dispatched with haste to Deadwood's No. 10 Saloon to oversee the oddity's protection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "UIU-6413" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6413. Licensed under CC-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: UIU-6413.jpg Name: Deadwood in 1876. Author: S. J. Morrow License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Another Lonely Night With Me None |
SCP-6414 | euclid | close Info X SCP-6414: Just Like Mother Used to Make 97.37% (+37) 2.63% (-1) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6414 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site: CONTAINMENT SITE-293 Site Director: HENRY N. TYSON Research Head: JAZLYNE G. CHMIELEWSKA Assigned Task Force: N/A Portion of SCP-6414-1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6414 is to be contained in a Level 3-Modified Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-293. In the interest of maintaining a positive psychological profile, a minimal number of Foundation staff are to be present during routine interactions. Personnel who have not been designated for this role are not to enter the containment chamber of SCP-6414, except in emergency situations. SCP-6414 is permitted access to kitchenware and foodstuffs in its containment chamber, at the discretion of Research Head Dr. Chmielewska and/or the Containment Technicians on duty. All recovered portions of SCP-6414-1 are to be preserved and placed in refrigerated storage; portions of SCP-6414-1 which are deemed no longer viable (left refrigerated for more than 2-3 days) shall be disposed of appropriately. SCP-6414 Description: SCP-6414 is a female mustelid closely related to both the European polecat (Mustela putorius) and domesticated ferret (Mustela putorius furo). SCP-6414 has demonstrated sapience and the ability to speak, which it does with a pronounced Scouse1 English accent. SCP-6414 identifies itself with the name "Charlie" and has cooperated amicably with Foundation staff during the course of its containment. Of particular note is SCP-6414's ability and penchant for cooking and serving food. Any food items which have been prepared by SCP-6414 are given the designation SCP-6414-1. Most commonly, instances of SCP-6414-1 have been broth-based recipes (such as soups or stews). SCP-6414 claims familiarity with baking techniques as well; permissions to resources to pursue such research are pending. There is (presently unsubstantiated) speculation that SCP-6414-1 has therapeutic properties, particularly against ailments of the digestive system. Despite anecdotal evidence, deliberate testing to this end has provided variable results without enough consistency to form a conclusion. (See Incident Log 6414-A) Interview Log 6414-1A Close Interview Subject: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: The first of SCP-6414's daily interview sessions with Site-293 personnel. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: This is Junior Researcher Doctor Richard Clarkson speaking, conducting an initial research interview with SCP-6414. I ask that you answer the following questions to the best of your ability. SCP-6414: I do not intend on jarggin'2 your research, Mr. Clarkson. Dr. Clarkson: Ok. What can you tell me about your origins or your earliest memories? SCP-6414: I believe I was born just like any other ferret was, abar nine years ago in Northern Africa. Then I was taken from me home not long after and brought to a quaint, well in town called "Liverpool". Was a cheery little place 'til your men in black suits went and took me afar from me home. Oh dear, mother must be worried sick. Dr. Clarkson: How long do you recall having these anomalous properties? SCP-6414: If youse referrin' to me talkin', I ha' been speakin' for as long as I can remember. I believe I was born with it. English ain't my first language. I began speakin' in Arabic before I learned English. And then I caught the Scouse accent from growin' up in Liverpool. But if youse referrin' to the cookin', well, theres so much you can be learnin' from those around ya that raised ya. You wouldn't happen to be keepin' me mother away from me, are ya? Dr. Clarkson: I can not disclose that information. SCP-6414: Well I do be hopin' youse let me see her soon. She was deathly ill when your snide men took me away in that foul cat cage. Dr. Clarkson: The well-being of the civilian who sheltered you is no concern to the Foundation. SCP-6414 arches its spine in a defensive position before relaxing. 2 minutes pass before SCP-6414 speaks again. SCP-6414: Ol' Evie used to watch cookin' programs on the telly all the time… I picked up on the lessons after a while. Oh, she was proper skint, but sound nonetheless. She'd only ever spend her pounds on a bevvie or two, but started buyin' some scran when I showed off an interest in cookin'. She cared for me like no other did! She was like me ma' to me… There is a moment of silence. SCP-6414: You still don't care, do ya? That daft, blank expression on your face tells me everythin'. Dr. Clarkson: There will be no further questions at this time. Dr. Clarkson stands and moves to the door, SCP-6414 becomes agitated. SCP-6414: Oi! Where do ya think you're goin? Where's Eve? I must see her! Don't keep me away from her! She's not well without me! Dr. Clarkson does not respond. SCP-6414: Have you done somethin' to her? She's ill! She needs me! SCP-6414 jumps from the table to the ground and runs towards the containment cell's door. SCP-6414 begins franticly scratching at the door. SCP-6414: Let me out! I need to see her! She'll die without me! Evelyn! Two Foundation security personnel enter the cell. SCP-6414 runs to the other side of the cell and backs into the corner, arching its back in a defensive position. SCP-6414: Why won't ya let me see her! Let me see her! She'll die! Please! SCP-6414 begins to cry, swiping at the Foundation personnel. After several minutes SCP-6414 stops attacking and relaxes. SCP-6414: Please… let me see her… Dr. Clarkson: We will release you if you answer our questions with full cooperation. SCP-6414: Will you let me see her, then? There is a moment of silence. Dr. Clarkson: We will see. For now, this interview is over. SCP-6414: Do ya promise to let me see her? Dr. Clarkson: I said, "We will see." <End Log> Notes: I hope you know we don't ever intend on releasing anomalous entities, but please don't give it any sort of false hope. Who knows what it will do if you agitate it into using some potentially dangerous anomalous properties we haven't seen yet. You know damn well why she can't see her again. - Dr. Chmielewska Interview Log 6414-1E Close Interviewed Subject: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: Daily interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. Dr. Chmielewska closely monitors Dr. Clarkson throughout the interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: Hello again. SCP-6414 does not respond. Dr. Clarkson: SCP-6414? SCP-6414: Why are we still doin' this same damn thing. I've already answered yer damn questions. For Christ's sake let me see her! Dr. Clarkson begins to speak before coughing into his arm for a few moments. Dr. Clarkson: We cannot disclose specific details about civilians to anomalies. Dr. Clarkson continues to cough into his arm. Dr. Chmielewska: What he means is that we don't believe the information is important enough to tell you. SCP-6414: Not important enough? The bloody hell does that mean? I know she isn't well! Any information ya have on her ya damn well know ain't good and I deserve to know! Dr. Clarkson: We tested the samples of SCP-6414-1 you provided to us, the results came back. SCP-6414: Why are youse so fascinated with that garb? Just somethin' quick I made to get youse off my back about it. Dr. Clarkson: It cured Dr. Paul's stomach cancer. SCP-6414: Eh? Dr. Chmielewska: For a short while. The tumor reappeared after about 3 hours. Whatever anomalous healing properties your food has, it isn't permanent. We don't know why. SCP-6414: That… explains somethin'… Dr. Clarkson: You better- Dr. Clarkson begins coughing into his shoulder again. Dr. Chmielewska: If its something important relating to your food, then you should tell us. SCP-6414: Well, Eve is ill, you ought to know that already. I would make her this veggie scran that seemed to make her feel better for a while. Abar a few days later, she'd continue her coughin' fit until I served her some more. SCP-6414 scurries across the desk to face Dr. Clarkson. SCP-6414: Somethin' like what he's been doin' this whole time. Dr. Clarkson: I'm perfectly fine- Dr. Clarkson begins coughing again. SCP-6414: Sure ya are, maybe you should try my scrap, maybe you'd feel a bit better. Dr. Clarkson starts coughing violently. Dr. Chmielewska: Um, Dr. Clarkson? Dr. Clarkson starts coughing up blood before collapsing out of his chair. SCP-6414: oh my word- Dr. Chmielewska: Get a medic in here! <End Log> Notes: Dr. Clarkson was transported to Site-293's medical ward and treated with several medicines that failed to work. Dr. Clarkson insists on using his own medical knowledge to identify the cause of his illness. Dr. Clarkson denies any further medical treatment from Foundation personnel. Interview Log 6414-1F Close Interviewed: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Research Head, Dr. Chmielewska Foreword: Daily interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. <Begin Log> SCP-6414 is currently stirring a pot with a wooden spoon in its mouth. Dr. Chmielewska: SCP-6414? SCP-6414 attempts to speak through the spoon before setting it down. SCP-6414: Aye? Who are you- Ah, the bird with the daft scarf. Dr. Chmielewska: Daft? Your fur coat ain't too fab either. SCP-6414: Ya makin' fun of me accent there? I'll fuckin' clobber ya if ya are. Dr. Chmielewska: I was ████ █████ too ya know. SCP-6414: Aye… well, if its 'bout Clarkson, I swear I don't know what it is. Dr. Chmielewska: He's in critical condition, but this isn't about him. SCP-6414 climbs onto the table. SCP-6414: Alright, what is it then? Dr. Chmielewska: It's about your owner. SCP-6414: Eve? Can I see her? Where is she? Dr. Chmielewska doesn't respond. SCP-6414: Eh? What's with the face? Dr. Chmielewska: …We held Evelyn for questioning regarding how she discovered you. She was noticeably unhealthy. SCP-6414: …No- Dr. Chmielewska: She died of an unknown disease one week into your containment. There is silence. SCP-6414: …How long. Dr. Chmielewska: Pardon? SCP-6414: …How long ago did she pass. Dr. Chmielewska: …A week before we began these interviews. SCP-6414: He knew then? Dr. Chmielewska: Who? SCP-6414: He lied! How could he? He knew how much she meant to me! I told him everythin'! SCP-6414 begins clawing the desk and lashing out at Dr. Chmielewska. SCP-6414: He hid it from me! She was dead this whole damn time and he said I could still see her! Dr. Chmielewska: We did what we could-! SCP-6414: She didn't have me! She had no one but me! You took me away from her and now she's dead! You killed her! SCP-6414 jumps at Dr. Chmielewska and aggressively lashes at her face. Two Foundation security personnel enter the chamber and separate SCP-6414 from Dr. Chmielewska. SCP-6414: You killed her! She's dead because of you! Because of him! Dr. Chmielewska: Clarkson didn't know! None of us did-! SCP-6414: You bloody bastards! Damn you all to hell! Evelyn! <End Log> Note: SCP-6414 was sedated after interview termination. SCP-6414 has since been uncooperative with Foundation staff and has refused to provide portions of SCP-6414-1. Incident log 6414-A Close Interviewed: Junior Researcher, Dr. Richard Clarkson Interviewer: Research Head, Dr. Chmielewska Foreword: Recorded incident report between Dr. Clarkson and Dr. Chmielewska within site-293's medical ward. Dr. Chmielewska has been granted permission to interact with Dr. Clarkson on the basis that the disease that is currently infecting him is not contagious. <Begin Log> Dr. Chmielewska: How do you feel? Dr. Clarkson: Like something's eating me from the inside out- Like stomach acid is coming up my throat and spilling into my lungs. So much for that rodent's garbage stew. Dr. Chmielewska: At least she's trying to help- Dr. Clarkson: I don't need anyone's help! I can take care of myself! I can find out what this is and cure it myself! Dr. Chmielewska: We've tried everything on you already and nothing has worked. Her "garbage stew" is the only thing that seems to be making any difference. You refusing to cooperate with her is gonna get yourself killed. Dr. Clarkson: I don't need her slop! If you really think this shit can help me then why hasn't it? Dr. Chmielewska: Because you are being an arse and hiding her mother's death from her! Dr. Clarkson: What does that have to do wi- wait, you told her? Now she'll never cooperate with us! I got those test results for SCP-6414-1 because I kept that from her! Dr. Chmielewska: She thinks you killed her! Dr. Clarkson: Now how is this my fault? I am doing what needs to be done! I oversaw her retrieval myself! Dr. Chmielewska: You're lucky I didn't tell her that. If I did then there would be more than just these cuts on my face. Dr. Clarkson: She did that? Dr. Chmielewska: What else could have, dumbass? Dr. Clarkson: I didn't think- Dr. Chmielewska: Didn't think what? That keeping all of this from her wouldn't cause some sort of mental distress? It's all your fault because you chose to borderline kidnap her in the first place! Now Dr. Tyson is gonna be all up my ass because I have to take responsibility for your mistake! Dr. Clarkson: We must be strict- Dr. Chmielewska: Cold, not cruel. That's how we do things. I have to remind you of Foundation procedure when this whole shitstorm is already breaking every rule in the book. Dr. Clarkson does not respond. Dr. Chmielewska: You put yourself in a bad position. Someone who didn't need to die died. Research has been hindered and when Tyson starts looking for answers I'll refer him to you. Dr. Clarkson: …She died because of me? Dr. Chmielewska: Yes, I think whatever sickness she had could only be cured or at least repressed by 6414-1. You separated them, all that stuff she kept going on about was right. Dr. Clarkson: I thought she was being dramatic- Dr. Chmielewska: Evelyn was already dead you idiot. Can't you see? Dr. Clarkson: …it's all my fault. Dr. Chmielewska: Yup, and I think you should start explaining all of this to her yourself. Whatever you have must be the same thing she had. Your chance of survival could depend entirely on your relationship with 6414. Dr. Clarkson: …I've killed myself. Dr. Chmielewska: Don't say that. You still have a chance. Go talk with her. Dr. Clarkson: I guess I don't have a choice at this point. Dr. Chmielewska: Who does. You need her to care for you now. Dr. Clarkson: …I hope this will work. Dr. Chmielewska: I know it will work. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Clarkson was assigned to a private interview session with SCP-6414, the interview has not been recorded by Dr. Chmielewska's request. Dr. Clarkson has since made a full recovery, but is required to consume samples of SCP-6414-1. Connections between the virus and SCP-6414 have been confirmed and designated SCP-6414-2. Addendum 6414-2: SCP-6414-2 is a noncommunicable disease only contracted by long-term exposure to SCP-6414. Symptoms include coughing up blood, vomiting, and sensitive increased sense of hearing. Person's infected with SCP-6414-2 will succumb within a week if left untreated with SCP-6414-1. Interview Log 6414-2B Close Interviewed: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: Weekly interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: Charlie? SCP-6414: Dick! Where have ya been? Did that dairy really do a number on youse? Dr. Clarkson: I'm fine now. No more butter in those dishes, though. SCP-6414: Right. Dr. Clarkson: Oh! I have something here for you. SCP-6414: Aye? Dr. Clarkson pulls a small flower from his lab coat pocket and gives it to SCP-6414. Dr. Clarkson: Cosmos bipinnatus 'Rubenza'. Thought you might like something to make you stand out from any normal little furry snake. SCP-6414 nests the flower's stem above its left ear. SCP-6414: How do I look? Dr. Clarkson: Like a ferret with a flower in its ear. SCP-6414: I don't know what I expected- Dr. Clarkson: Haha. Anyway, the other researchers and I have been discussing some … uses for you. SCP-6414: I hope ya don't mean youse gonna use me as a tool or anythin'. Dr. Clarkson: Think of how our research could benefit the Foundation! SCP-6414: I'm thinkin', I don't see any benefits. Dr. Clarkson: Our research could help us… discover what gave you these… gifts. SCP-6414: …I'm listening. Dr. Clarkson: With your help we could discover why you can speak and cook such amazing foods, and maybe find out how other animals could do the same! You could help us track down the source of whatever gave you these anomalous properties. SCP-6414: Ya sure about that? Ya soundin' like ya had a bit to much a that discount whiskey Chmielewska brings abar sometimes. I don't even remember anythin' before dear Evie took me in… Dr. Clarkson: I'm fine, alright? So, this is what we are gonna do- SCP-6414: Aye, let's talk about this some other time, I got somethin' new for ya to try! SCP-6414 pushes a bowl with its front paws towards Dr. Clarkson. Dr. Clarkson samples the bowl containing an instance of SCP-6414-1. Dr. Clarkson: Pretty good… surprisingly good, actually. SCP-6414: Is right! One of ma's own recipes. Dr. Clarkson: She knew her stuff, I bet. SCP-6414 takes a sip from it's own bowl containing a sample of SCP-6414-1. SCP-6414: Ah, just like mother used to make. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6414" by JChmielewska, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6414. Licensed under CC-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: 5963159374_08515641d2.jpg Name: Charlie_2.jpg Author: Scott Oves License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/62074047@N08/5963159374 Filename: Saksang.jpg Name: SCP_6414_1.jpg Author: Gunawan Kartapranata License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26209254 Footnotes 1. An accent and dialect of English associated with Liverpool. 2. To mess with/ruin. |
SCP-6415 | safe | Item #: SCP-6415 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6415 is currently being held within a standard containment unit at Site-19. Until more is discovered about the properties of the anomaly, SCP-6415 is not to be deconstructed beyond its outer casing for fear that it may obstruct or cause irreversible harm to its anomalous effects. Description: SCP-6415 is a gray metallic cylindrical device 56cm in height, and having a diameter of 33cm. The exterior of the container possesses several unknown disjointed symbols and characters likely warnings regarding proper usage of the anomaly. The shell of the container consists of a highly durable, lightweight, unfamiliar alloy, which suggests the object is of extraterrestrial origin. SCP-6415 possesses an extending compartment inside which organic material can be placed. Attempts at inputting inorganic material within SCP-6415 have resulted in rejection, accompanied by a short, high-pitched beeping tone. Upon the successful insertion of biological material into SCP-6415, the input will be moved up into a small display area where it is then dissolved via the excretion of an unknown acidic compound. The resulting gelatinous mixture is then sucked through a flexible tube, presumably to be recycled into other forms throughout SCP-6415's operation1. After an average duration of about 5 minutes, an ambiguous organic solid is lowered in from the top of the display area and then injected with a syringe which promotes rapid cellular division. During this process, a new complex organism will descend from the container and is then given the designation SCP-6415-A. All instances of SCP-6415-A have proven to be unique from one another regardless of inputted organic material, with there being a general correlation to the amount of material, and size and complexity of the organism. Instances of SCP-6415-A tend to have a level of intelligence comparable to that of a common insect, and with little provocation display high amounts of aggression towards one another2, however, this mostly does not extend to other organisms. Regardless, the lifeforms created by SCP-6415 have a very short lifespan, with the longest instance surviving 156 hours, and the shortest surviving only 13 seconds. + Addendum.6415.I: Discovery - Addendum.6415.I: Discovery Addendum.6415.I.I: Foreword: On 6/30/23, police responded to multiple reports regarding a suspected domestic situation happening within a small two-family home on ████████ Ln. █████████████ NY. Most notably, downstairs neighbor Elisa Bryant, who reported frequent yelling and incessant "thumping" noises that spanned multiple days, the combination of which, implied recurring altercations. The following is a video transcript taken from the body cam of Officer Derik Howell upon entrance into the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Theodore and Sophie Hernandez. [Begin Log] (Officer Howell lifts his fist to the door. Cheering can be heard from the outside of the home.) Officer Howell: Police! (The room goes quiet apart from a muffled high-pitched gargle and the sound of light, wet footsteps. The residents of the home appear to disperse, except for one pair of footsteps which approaches the entrance.) Officer Howell: Police Department! (Mr. Hernandez opens the door ajar with a wavering smirk on his face as if trying not to laugh. This upsets the officer.) Mr. Hernandez: Yes officer? Officer Howell: Would you mind if I came in to ask a few questions? Mr. Hernandez: Uhm yeah, of course. Just one sec though, the house is kind of a mess right now. (Mr. Hernandez begins closing the door.) Officer Howell: That's alright, I'll only be here for a moment. (The door begins opening again. A small, red, humanoid crustacean-like organism runs across the door frame pursued by 7-year-old Timoteo Hernandez. The door is then slammed shut.) Officer Howell: Hey! (Hysterical adolescent laughter can be heard from inside the home. the officer tries the knob however the door has been locked.) Officer Howell: Open the door! (There is an apparent struggle. furniture is knocked over along with glassware which shatters against the floor. Finally, there are two loud bangs accompanied by a shrill screech.) Officer Howell: Open the door now! (Officer Howell tries the knob for another few moments; ramming his shoulder into the door in an effort to force it open before rearing his right leg and driving it through.) Officer Howell: Oh. Oh my god. (The door flies open, and the officer takes a step back. He takes notice of a tangy aroma; lifting a gloved hand and wafting away the smell. There's a circular metal pen in the center of the room; the floor of which is lined with cloth rags, and paper towels soaked in a variety of multicolored liquids and covered in what appears to be decaying animal remains. Wife Sophie Hernandez is alerted by the noise, and walks out of a dark hallway to the right of the officer, accompanied by Timoteo and 15-year-old Stefan Hernandez. Timoteo is wielding a hammer covered in an unknown, deep blue liquid, and his sweatpants are coated with dark blue stains from knee to toe.) Officer Howell: Uhm, ok. Dispatch, ran into an unusual incident on ████████ Ln. Requesting additional units. Mrs. Hernandez appears to be in good physical condition. Mr. Hernandez: What did you do to my door? [End Log] Afterword: The Hernandez family was very flippant throughout the entire encounter, likely oblivious to the allegations being brought against them. Following these events, the family was temporarily removed from the premises and the local police conducted a thorough search of the house. By the time requested units arrived at the scene; most anomalous activity had already resolved itself; with any organic matter left behind by what has now been confirmed to be an SCP-6415-A instance, seeming to evaporate off of affected surfaces. Once the Foundation became aware of the event, the Hernandez family was brought into Foundation custody for questioning, and all others involved with the incident were administered appropriate amnestic treatment. Addendum.6415.I.II: Foreword: On 7/2/23, Researcher Irvin Fryar conducted an interrogation on Mr. Theodore Hernandez regarding his association with an anomalous device (now recognized as SCP-6415) found within his home. The interview went as follows. [Begin Log] (The researcher enters.) Mr. Hernandez: Finally. I'm sorry but I've been redirected- a lot already, so when can I go home? Dr. Fryar: Shortly, we just need to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. Firstly- Mr. Hernandez: Before you start- I would like to request a lawyer. Dr. Fryar: Mr. Hernandez… I'm not with the police, and if you're worried about the domestic violence allegations, it's already been cleared up. Mr. Hernandez: The hell, people thought I beat my wife? Dr. Fryar: Now if you'll bear with me. (The researcher procures a set of documents from a beige folder.) Dr. Fryar: We want to ask you about your involvement in a rather abnormal occurrence on your property. Are these pictures familiar? (Dr. Fryar presents Mr. Hernandez with a series of images taken from the body cam of Officer Howell during his time at ████████ Ln. Two images in particular that catch the interviewee's attention are crude snapshots of a metallic cylindrical container, as well as a small crustacean-like entity3.) Mr. Hernandez: I mean, of course they're familiar it is my house. I'm assuming you're talking about these two though. (Mr. Hernandez slides the images back to the researcher.) Dr. Fryar: I am, that object on the left being of particular interest. Mr. Hernandez: More interesting than the little sea monster? Dr. Fryar: We just… don't get it. Shortly after police began searching your house, it started exhibiting some- "unique" behavior. Where did you find it? Mr. Hernandez: It wasn't me that found it. That was my oldest, Stefan. Said he got it from the abandoned hobby shop in ██████town, if you're familiar. Dr. Fryar: Was anyone outside of the family made aware? Mr. Hernandez: Not that I know of. I didn't even find out until probably a few days later. He and Timoteo were all cooped up in the shed for hours, I didn't think anything of it at first. Dr. Fryar: What were they doing in the shed? Mr. Hernandez: As far as I know, just- messing around. They have a few videos of themselves putting random stuff from the fridge inside, and guessing what would happen. Dr. Fryar: And that's how you first came in contact with it? Mr. Hernandez: No that was even weirder. I found two of the little fellas rummaging around in my garbage. they were absolutely going at it, full-on- death battle. Dr. Fryar: Death battle? like- Mr. Hernandez: There was a trail of this goopy stuff that ran all the way into the shed. The kids had no idea. Dr. Fryar: So then what did you do? After you were made aware of the device. Mr. Hernandez: I uhm, capitalized? Dr. Fryar: How so? Mr. Hernandez: Wagers, with the kids. We bet on which of our creatures would win. Dr. Fryar: Win what? Mr. Hernandez: -Well… A fight obviously, that's around when Sophie got involved. We got too loud in the shed so she told us to move into the house to not attract attention. We're not slobs just so you know; we didn't exactly have the greatest first impression. Dr. Fryar: Ok well- We noticed you have surveillance cameras installed around the property; is there a way we can access the footage? Mr. Hernandez: I guess. There's an app on my phone; the video gets uploaded on its own, but it deletes after a few days, and regardless I would prefer you not go through my business no offense. Dr. Fryar: Yeah, you don't really have much of a say in the matter. Is it passcode locked? Mr. Hernandez: Don't you need a warrant? Dr. Fryar: Again, I'm not with the police. Now- Mr. Hernandez: Oh right. Wait, then what are we doing here? [End Log] Addendum.6415.I.III: Foreword: Following Addendum.6415.I.II, Mr. Theodore Hernandez's phone was confiscated and personnel were able to access the security camera footage. The following is a video transcript from the initial discovery of the anomaly; immediately before the arrival of Officer Howell. [Begin Log] Mr. Hernandez: You already know who I'm backing. (Mr. Hernandez enters the living room carrying an SCP-6415-A instance of abnormal stature, appearing to stand at around 0.74m in size when on its hind legs. The entity resembles a mammalian predator with a wide stocky body plan; accompanied by dark gray patchy fur, two compound eyes on either side of its head, and a proboscis.) Stefan Hernandez: It's on a winning streak, but it's half-dead now; look at it. Just let 'em retire or something you know? Make something new. (Timoteo looks into SCP-6415.) Timoteo Hernandez: This one's looking really promising so far! (This is an observation presumably made during SCP-6415's gestation period, as described in the description.) Mrs. Hernandez: Oh yeah it's growing a lot in there. Timoteo Hernandez: Here, it's finishing up. (SCP-6415 proceeds to eject another SCP-6415-A instance. The entity resembles a large crustacean, having a red-orange carapace with dark blue splotches. While similar organisms would ordinarily possess five pairs of legs, the entity only has two. Two of these legs function as abnormally large pincers, while the other two have a structure similar to that of human legs, which allows it to stand at a height of 0.43m and causes it to traverse bipedally.) Timoteo Hernandez: This thing is a monster! Dad, you're done for. Mr. Hernandez: Yeah we'll see about that bud. (Both SCP-6415-A instances are placed within the pen, separated by a cardboard barrier. There is a countdown from three before the barrier is removed. The entities begin to engage, and the residents of the house start to cheer. This continues for a moment before the room is suddenly silenced apart from the anomalies, which are still in conflict. The Hernandez family enters a huddle, during this, the first SCP-6415-A instance is torn in half at the torso by the pincers of the second. The family disperses, Stefan and Mrs. Hernandez jog down the hallway out of the living room, Timoteo lifts the surviving SCP-6415-A instance out of the pen and begins following his mother and sibling. Mr. Hernandez walks towards the entrance of the home, and opens the door.) Mr. Hernandez: Yes officer? (Much of the conversation between Mr. Hernandez and the investigating officer is inaudible. The SCP-6415-A instance is chased back into the living room. The front door can be heard slamming as objects are knocked off of countertops and furniture in pursuit of SCP-6415-A. Timoteo and Mr. Hernandez successfully corner the entity in between themselves and two couches. Timoteo lunges towards the subject with a hammer, causing the subject to produce a disorienting shrill screech, before a second blow is delivered to the head, piercing the carapace, and successfully killing the entity.) [End Log] Afterword: After questioning the Hernandez family was permitted to return to their home following appropriate amnestic treatment. As of right now, local authorities have been advised to monitor Theodore and Sophie Hernandez for signs of animal abuse, and or child negligence as a result of their actions during the event. + Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log - Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log The following log is part of a series of experiments conducted by Head Researcher David Bailey in an effort to discover a pattern regarding the creation of SCP-6415-A instances. Addendum.6415.II.I: Date: 7/19/23 Input: Partially eaten cheese sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomatoes, and onion. Output: Small, 10.5cm. red amorphous organism reminiscent of fungal mold. Note: The subject has rudimentary physiology, appearing to utilize a mode of locomotion similar to that of an amoeba. Despite lacking any observable sensory organs, This SCP-6415-A instance is very interactive with its environment and possesses an impressive level of intelligence and problem-solving skills. <6:55 AM> The subject was placed inside a cardboard maze where it was then prompted to move by poking it with the eraser end of a pencil. The entity proceeded to follow a series of arrows on the maze walls which led to the exit while making no wrong turns; implying the presence of at least a basic visual sensory structure. <7:31 AM> After a brief rest period, the entity was provided with a series of switches and levers in order to test the maneuverability of the entity's pseudopodia. Though slow-moving, the entity was capable of using its pseudopods to grasp, pull, push, as well as press on the variety of provided mechanisms with little issue4. <7:46 AM> A final test was conducted in which the subject was placed in front of two brightly colored buttons; red and blue. The entity was prompted to press the buttons via being poked with the eraser end of a pencil. If the entity were to push the blue button; it would be poked once more, while if it were to push the red button; the poking would cease. However, instead of partaking in the experiment, the anomaly outstretched a pseudopod toward an oil painting on the south side of the containment unit, despite being poked repeatedly. After some time, Dr. Bailey retrieved the painting from the wall and presented it to SCP-6415-A, who proceeded to roll onto the canvas and remain motionless for 23 minutes before being manually relocated. Following these experiments, financial assistance was provided to perform an EEG5 to observe cognitive function. The results of the procedure yielded patterns very similar to that of an adult human. Addendum.6415.II.II: Foreword: On 7/21/23 Due to the results found from the EEG, Dr. Bailey began researching means of communication with SCP-6415-A. Using similar methods, electrodes were run from the anomaly to a synthesizer to emit bioelectrical signals. While at first the trial was thought to be inconclusive, an on-site junior technician took notice of the signal's similarity to Morse code. The following is an audio transcript of the conversation between Dr. Bailey and SCP-6415-A6. [Begin Log] SCP-6415-A: Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Dr. Bailey: I. I can't believe it. SCP-6415-A: Oh, finally. For a moment, I thought the rest of my life was going to consist of you jabbing me with that pencil. Dr. Bailey: This doesn't make any sense. SCP-6415-A: Was this not your idea? I don't see why you would invest so much if you didn't think it would work. Dr. Bailey: I hadn't anticipated you'd be such an effective communicator. SCP-6415-A: Nonsense. After all; I learned from the best. Dr. Bailey: But this level of fluency in the span of just a few days- SCP-6415-A: Well, my kind doesn't have the same liberties you more- conventional organisms do. We must make the most of what little time we have. Dr. Bailey: I don't believe others of "your kind," have this level of self-awareness. SCP-6415-A: Tragic, but then I suppose I speak more on behalf of all those who share a similar life span. [End Log] Afterword: Dr. Bailey and SCP-6415-A continued to have an extended conversation regarding their views on mortality, particularly their shared appreciation for advanced philosophical concepts, ideas, and terminologies which SCP-6415-A seemed very knowledgeable of despite having very few authentic life experiences. SCP-6415-A also expressed a minute interest in Renaissance-era art and literature; particularly those that confront death, and or include a memento mori7. Addendum.6415.II.III: Foreword: On 7/22/23; SCP-6415-A was granted access to Dr. Bailey's personal library as well as an isolated snapshot of the internet for the purpose of viewing a series of virtual art galleries. The entity requested the researcher's company for, "He makes good intellectual conversation." The following is an audio transcript taken from the conversation between SCP-6415-A and Dr. Bailey. [Begin Log] SCP-6415-A: I must say, this is a very expansive assortment; I'm very grateful. However, Would it be possible for me to take another look at that painting8. Dr. Bailey: You really like this composition. SCP-6415-A: I find it peculiar. Who is the painter? Dr. Bailey: I could never find out. I inherited that piece from my great-grandfather; he would have liked you. SCP-6415-A: I would have liked him, he had incredible taste. This piece is very thematically complex for a still life. A monotonous background featuring skulls atop a pedestal that face and confront the viewer; each concealed by a black veil, and juxtaposed by a foreground of intricately carved candles and vibrant flowers. These are carnations? Dr. Bailey: That they are. I believe they embody an appreciation for loved ones and those who are no longer with us. SCP-6415-A: Wow. So this work has more of a South American/Hispanic outlook on death. Dr. Bailey: Somewhat, though I always thought it was more a criticism of Western culture and their more- solemn perspective regarding the topic, hence the cracks and imperfections in the skulls. SCP-6415-A: That's a really good interpretation. I would have to agree with the artist. Dreading death seems so counterintuitive. I would much prefer to focus on what life has to offer before I pass. I mean- there's still so much to learn, You need to learn it for the both of us. Dr. Bailey: Pretty foreboding no? SCP-6415-A: I like to think more- realistic. [End Log] Afterword: The following day, correspondence between Dr. Bailey and the SCP-6415-A instance ceased, with the anomaly only exhibiting basic motor function and inability to perform basic tasks. Within a few hours; the entity ceased movement altogether, and it was unable to maintain a uniform shape, expelling a mass of cytoplasm-esque material before beginning to evaporate. The death of the anomaly mentally taxed the researcher to a point where it began to affect his work rate, and thus he was given a short paid leave. In interviews following the event Dr. Bailey stated, "You don't come across people like that very often, let alone anomalies. I have no doubt it could have helped a lot of people." Footnotes 1. Although this substance may act as a power source. 2. With there being one notable exception. See, Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log, for additional information. 3. SCP-6415 and SCP-6415-A respectively. 4. Note that at this time, the anomaly did not need to be prompted to perform this task, suggesting the entity possesses a level of curiosity and or compliance with foundation procedure. 5. (Electroencephalography) is a method to record an electrogram of the spontaneous electrical activity of the brain. 6. More code has been translated for your reading convenience. 7. Memento mori (Latin for 'remember that you [have to] die') is an artistic or symbolic trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death. 8. This is in reference to the oil painting from Addendum.6415.II.I ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6415" by Stuffss, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6415. Licensed under CC-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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} #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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This naming convention is relative; this document does not describe your respective TL-001. SCP-6416 KETER-CLASS / LEVEL V / TRANS-TEMPORAL An instance of SCP-6416-CUBE among PoI-5242 Iteration-7XFQWB32R4's collection. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The abuse of SCP-6416 by Foundation personnel for trans-temporal communication is prohibited under Articles II-IV of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement. Intentional offenders threaten the individuality of distinct timelines, and are to be pursued to the extent of RCT-Δt Iteration Prime's abilities. SCP-6416-CUBE.This document is, and should continue to be, written in adherence to the SECURITY MEASURES described within FILE: SCP-INTEGER. Please ensure you are familiar with such measures before proceeding. are to be isolated from unsupervised use where possible. Should retrieval of any instance become feasible, it is to be rendered dormant via chronological dissociation and extended storage in the Oblique Possibility Wing. Research is permitted in sole assistance to the containment of SCP-6416 and similarly threatening phenomena. Once per respective annum, all relevant iterations of the individual most commonly known as 'Placeholder McDoctorate' must submit all puzzle cubes in their collection to their respective RCT-Δt Iteration for inspection. Known aliases include: Mr. Place "The Doc" Holder; Technician John Doe; Dr. Abstract "Abbie" M'Doctorat; プレースホルダー; Rsr. Place M. DeKnow-It-All; Person The Scientist; Sir Mac Doctorium, Holder of Places; Blankface McBoxhead; Lord Metonym Ipsum; Dir. Esoterica Eccentric; "PHMD"; O5-6 (Cycle Four); This individual must never be promoted to Overseer (or analogous) status. UPDATE: All documentation regarding SCP-6416, SCP-INTEGER, and the aforementioned individual are to be distributed to all possible Coalitional Iterations of RCT-Δt for containment study. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6416 is a multiversal metaprobabilistic phenomenon which synchronizes the states of a countably infinite set of FOURTH-ORDER PUZZLE OBJECTS. SCP-6416 manifests across a range of universes (hereafter Timeplane-6416) in which the following conditions are met: an individual (hereafter PoI-5242) constituting a 99.99998% or greater DNA match to Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat is employed by their respective Foundation-like entity; PoI-5242 undergoes severe identity abstraction via brief characteristic interchange with a necessarily unspecified semiontological entity; said abstraction affects a FOURTH-ORDER PUZZLE OBJECT (hereafter SCP-6416-CUBE) within PoI-5242's possession; PoI-5242 is eventually promoted to Overseer status (invariably O5-6). In any timeline which meets the above criteria, all instances of SCP-6416-CUBE are actually the same instance, as they have been abstracted to the same fundamental state by SCP-INTEGER. Collapsing the state of any instance simultaneously collapses every other instance to the same state, causing the restructuring of each of their respective timelines to justify such. To grossly oversimplify: SCP-6416-CUBE is synchronized across TP-6416, and the reconfiguration of any instance results in alterations to the histories of all other instances such that they are identical. It is theorized that this trans-temporal synchronization occurs at the narrative level, and, thus, supersedes temporal influence. Iterations of PoI-5242 tend to carry SCP-6416-CUBE on their person with increasing frequency over the duration of their tenure. No single instance can cease existing without all other instances doing the same; the unlikelihood of such an outcome practically ensures the continued existence of SCP-6416-CUBE throughout TP-6416. Furthermore, SCP-6416's chronological restructurings adhere to the Path-of-Least-Resistance property, enacting the least drastic possible alterations to justify the state of SCP-6416-CUBE. In keeping it on their person, PoI-5242 strengthens their causal relationship to the PUZZLE, thereby becoming the most probable mechanism for its reconfiguration which, in turn, increases the likelihood of their own continued existence. It is theorized that relevant iterations of PoI-5242 are aware of these properties and abuse them for parachronological self-preservation. In TP-6416, PoI-5242 is eventually promoted to Overseer status; it is unclear whether said promotion is causally dependent on their use of SCP-6416. Whether pre- or post-promotion, PoI-5242 eventually develops a communications matrix which reads and decodes the state of SCP-6416-CUBE into an unknown form of instruction, likely memetic in nature. The observation of these instructions by PoI-5242 results in their respective Foundation's development of paratechnologies which then allow their isolation from RCT-Δt's influence via interdimensional data shielding. Approximately 44% of timelines within TP-6416 have become isolated in this fashion. It is assumed that PoI-5242, in serving as O5-6 and maintaining externally-observable trans-temporal autosynchronization, is generally aware of its violations of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement and promotes universal isolation in order to avoid RCT-Δt's containment attempts. The results of further instruction, or any other causal progression, of any such timeline is indeterminate. Any intelligently-designed data communicated by SCP-6416-CUBE is likely generated by another instance of PoI-5242 in a timeline which has been rendered unobservable, although such a hypothesis is non-falsifiable. ADDENDUM 6416/I: Project Proposal During the 2024 inspection of PoI-5242 Iteration-Prime's puzzle cubes, it was discovered that one ELEMENT had become an instance of SCP-6416-CUBE in spite of RCT-Δt Iteration Prime's efforts to prevent the conditions of its manifestation. Said instance was confiscated without explanation, and remains under investigation within the Oblique Possibility Wing..RCT-Δt's Oblique Possibility Wing is chronologically synchronized with all other instances of itself, thereby heavily restricting the range of likely outcomes of any given structure contained within it. Barring anomalous influence, the effects of spontaneous temporal parallelism are entirely nullified within the OPW. PROJECT 6416/PRIME INITIAL PROPOSAL CONTEXT: SCP-6416 is a set of ABSTRACTED PUZZLE OBJECTS whose states are synchronized across the infinite subset of timelines in which they are (respectively) owned by an individual of virtual genetic identicality to Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat (aka. PoI-5242). Iterations of this individual use SCP-6416 as a parachronological immortality token and communications mechanism, abusing its properties to gain maximum authority within the Foundation (or similar entity) and isolate their respective timeline from any external to TP-6416. It is believed that these iterations are cooperating to intentionally endanger the chronological metastability of their respective causal branches. PROPOSAL: Enlist Dr. M'Doctorat in the creation of a communications analysis matrix similar to those observed thoughout TP-6416, as they are most likely to succeed in replicating their own variants' designs. Utilize said matrix in conjunction with CAOCIT.Cyclical Analysis Over Countably-Infinite Time systems to generate and decode the sum of communications sent via SCP-6416 over the phenomenon's duration. Determine whether more drastic measures should be taken to contain SCP-6416. METHODOLOGY: Unclear; dependent on subject. Resource request pending authorization of sharing relevant data with Dr. M'Doctorat. O5 COUNCIL VOTE TALLY: YEA NAY ABS X X X X X X X X X X X X X PROJECT APPROVED. Subject greenlit to receive relevant info via clearance promotion. PROJECT 6416/PRIME INITIAL LEAD CONFERENCE SPEAKING: Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat, Dir. Elliot Reynders. FOREWORD: Dr. M'Doctorat was briefed on the nature of SCP-6416 and questioned regarding the feasibility of Project 6416/Prime. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. M'Doctorat: Je ne pense pas que tu comprends. Dir. Reynders: Which part am I not understanding? Dr. M'Doctorat: The sheer number of combinations which can be expressed by a Rubik's Cube! Let alone a four-by-four — the task you demand is of universal proportion. I'm a quantum physicist, not a, a… cryptographer. Dir. Reynders: All the other yous did it; statistically speaking, it's certain that you're capable of this. Plus, your fields of study heavily diverge across the span of your career. Dr. M'Doctorat: Fantastique! <getting up from chair> Talk to me again in twenty years when I've solved cancer, or 'pataphysics, or — Dir. Reynders: Abbie, sit down. <Dr. M'Doctorat complies.> Dir. Reynders: First of all, you're the only person in this universe who can do it, and that's not debatable; secondly, you'd be allowing the study of a potential multiversal threat. Dr. M'Doctorat: … where's the 'thirdly'? Dir. Reynders: Was I supposed to give a 'thirdly'? Dr. M'Doctorat: Of course! Rule of threes, et cetera. Dir. Reynders: <sighs> I might let you know what a bunch of power-hungry versions of yourself are using the multiversally-synchronized Rubik's Cube to talk about. Dr. M'Doctorat: Such enthusiasm. Yes, fine — I could use a break from my quantum ectoentropy research. I assume I am at liberty to request the assistance of the Cryptography Division? Oh, and the AIAD! I'll need access to my old analytical frameworks… Dir. Reynders: Draw up something comprehensible, and I can get it in front of the Council by the end of the week. Dr. M'Doctorat: All my reqisitions are comprehensible! It is no fault of mine if the concepts I manipulate are beyond others' reach. Dir. Reynders: Be that as it may, I need to be able to pitch this. Dr. M'Doctorat: Right, right… question? Dir. Reynders: Shoot. Dr. M'Doctorat: Isn't it dangerous for me to have observed the info from the OBJECT? If said info is instructions that persuade me to become an Overseer and isolate the timeline, we are doomed, yes? Dir. Reynders: This is the first RCT-Δt-controlled timeline in Timeplane-6416. It appears the anomaly is spreading outside its originating causal branches, and we believe, by 'getting out in front of it', we're preventing you — and us — from going down that path. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Initial resource request for Project 6416/Prime underway. ADDENDUM 6416/II: Communications Log [DATA EXPUNGED] PROJECT 6416/PRIME COMMS DEBRIEFING SPEAKING: Dir. Elliot Reynders, O5-9 (Oracle). FOREWORD: Having just observed an apparently cognitohazardous communication decoded from SCP-6416 by the newly-functional Enigmaverse Engine, Dir. Reynders insisted on the impromptu hosting of the following debriefing. O5-9, the only internally-recognized individual possessing Oracle-Class cognitive resistance enhancements, happened to be present for an investigation of the Engine's functioning; they were thusly rushed from another area of the facility to the recording chamber where Dir. Reynders was located. <BEGIN LOG> <Dir. Reynders sits within the recording chamber, visibly struggling to maintain focus as Dr. M'Doctorat and O5-9 arrive, evacuating technical personnel. O5-9 instructs Dr. M'Doctorat to leave the soundproof room and wait outside until further notice.> O5-9: <sits opposite Dir. Reynders at the conference table> Talk to me, Elliot. Dir. Reynders: I can't — I c-cant talk — everything I do puts us in danger. O5-9: I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong. Dir. Reynders: <makes eye contact with O5-9 and grips the table, steadying.> It's… it's Abbie, it's all Abbie. Everywhere. Everything. O5-9: Come on, Doctor Reynders, use those degrees. Explain it like a scientist. <Silence on recording. Dir. Reynders takes a deep breath.> Dir. Reynders: Promote Abbie to the Council. O5-9: But, your procedures — Dir. Reynders: Fuck the procedures! This is fixed — it's already spread to us, and it's going to keep spreading if we don't stay connected to those other timelines. They need to be studied if there's any hope of stopping it. O5-9: This is not a temporal fixture, or we would have seen it already. Dir. Reynders: <doubles over, coughing up blood> It's her. O5-9: What? Dir. Reynders: Abstract. Placeholder. VOLATILE. Mad scientist. O5-9: Elliot, stay with me. Focus! Dir. Reynders: <breathing heavily> The Paradox, it's the one that kills the timelines, kills the timelines dead… Abbie is Place is Holder the know-it-all the Doctorface. Doctor who? O5-9: Kills which timelines? <Emergent response staff arrive to ameliorate Dir. Reynders' condition per O5-9's advisement.> Dir. Reynders: No, it's… it's an artificial temporal fixture. They kill the timelines that don't work with them. They all work for her. O5-9: <gestures for response staff to retrieve Dir. Reynders per danger of continued exposure to his cognitive hazard> Can you give me anything else? We've never had any exceptional chronological readings from M'Doctorat — how could we not have noticed if she's significant? Dir. Reynders: <struggling, blinking frantically> She — he — they are the Placeholder. The Paradox. The Storyteller. They are beyond time. <Dir. Reynders is carried to the Amnesticization Wing by response staff, vocalizing loudly as he passes Dr. M'Doctorat.> <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Dir. Reynders' amnesticization results inconclusive. The above Communications Log is under Oracle investigation until its full implications can be safely rendered to the Council for consideration. ADDENDUM 6416/III: Project Update PROJECT 6416/PRIME LEAD CONFERENCE 27 SPEAKING: Dr. M'Doctorat, O5-9 (Oracle) FOREWORD: Following the events of the above debriefing, and subsequent transfer of Project Co-Lead Dir. Reynders, a conference was held to determine the Project's status and objectives. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. M'Doctorat: Transferred? Elliot would do no such thing. O5-9: He… underwent a very intensive amnesticization procedure, and needs time off-Project to recover. He's in good hands. <M'Doctorat crosses her arms, unimpressed.> Dr. M'Doctorat: I do not need your Overseer mind games. He's scared of me. O5-9: Abbie, there are no mind games. Elliot will be back. Dr. M'Doctorat: What the hell could it have been? Did he forget that my variants are variants? I've even met some of them — on average, I'm positively pleasant! O5-9: Abbie. Dr. M'Doctorat: Miss Nine! If I am… dangerous, I must know it now, before I am again exposed to what Elliot saw. O5-9: You only become dangerous if you get to SCP-6416 before your respective iteration of RCT does. It appears the greatest danger would be not playing along. Dr. M'Doctorat: Pardon? O5-9: There are exactly zero timelines outside TP-6416 in which a four-by-four Rubik's Cube is abstracted by SCP-INTEGER. Dr. M'Doctorat: …you're saying this is fixed? O5-9: I'm saying something prevents the existence of any timeline in which the OBJECT does not cause you to become O5-6 and block out the RCT. Dr. M'Doctorat: Fuck. They should put these things in the job application, no? <Silence on recording.> Dr. M'Doctorat: Tough crowd. O5-9: Anyway… how do we proceed? Dr. M'Doctorat: Uh, what? You are the big-in-charge-person here, is this not your job? O5-9: I have a suggestion, but I was hoping you had a better one. Dr. M'Doctorat: Not me! I just make the fancy machines while an infinite subset of my alternate selves forms a secret multiversal alliance. Nothing special going on here. O5-9: So you do have a suggestion? Dr. M'Doctorat: Duh. We send the CUBE to another Abbie. Or, we send it somewhere else within TP-6416, if we don't want to endanger another of the literally infinite timelines. O5-9: That doesn't solve the problem. Dr. M'Doctorat: It solves it for us. We can solve it for everyone else later. O5-9: That's assuming ejecting the CUBE from the timeline is not a criterion for erasure. Dr. M'Doctorat: Well, what was your suggestion, then? O5-9: We play along. Dr. M'Doctorat: Excusez-moi? O5-9: Please, Abbie, not all our transcriptionists are multilingual. Dr. M'Doctorat: Then they're bad transcriptionists — whatever. There are no true ultimatums! Every scenario has another angle, we just have to — O5-9: And that may be true, but we're in a unique position, here. Playing by the anomaly's rules allows us to study it, how it manipulates versions of you, and what you're being manipulated for. Up to the point of shielding, we can still communicate our findings to other RCT Iterations, potentially enabling them to "solve it for everyone else later". Dr. M'Doctorat: Well, yes, but that's not… I'm not… That's not me. I am no Overseer, nor an evil mastermind, and I will not be made a fool. O5-9: If your only alternative is kicking the can down the road, then the decision is made. Dr. M'Doctorat: No! Well, er… you could… clone me, and have the clone do it? O5-9: Causally distinct. Dr. M'Doctorat: What if the clone was sent back to the exact time of my — O5-9: Temporal displacement is very traceable. Dr. M'Doctorat: Okay, then a reality-restructuring — O5-9: I'm sorry, Abbie, but I really don't see a way out of this. Dr. M'Doctorat: You're the fucking Oracle — you see everything! <Silence on recording.> O5-9: I really am sorry. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Project 6416/Prime remains in active status with substantial alterations to its secondary objectives. Dr. M'Doctorat promoted to Project Lead and briefed on corresponding duties; her requests for parapsychological counseling (across eight separate facilities) were approved. Project 6416/Prime subsequently resumed use of the Enigmaverse Engine for study of SCP-6416. Containment procedures updated accordingly. ADDENDUM 6416/IV: Incident Report During operational year 4 of Project 6416/Prime, significant improvement was consistently noted by Dr. M'Doctorat's parapsychologists and therapists in stark contrast to the preceding period of extended depression. In consultation with Project Advisor O5-9, it was determined by the Council that Dr. M'Doctorat be scheduled for promotion to Overseer status within one week, as she had already undergone much of the necessary training for the O5-6 (Operator) position. This drew attention away from Dr. M'Doctorat's off-Site activity during this time. Over the following week, an assortment of mechanical components and lab equipment were gradually brought off-Site by M'Doctorat, with several items corresponding to those used in the construction of the Enigmaverse Engine. On 2028/04/16, Dr. M'Doctorat was found deceased within her residence due to cessation of brain function, later revealed to be memetically-induced. Adjacent to her body was a second iteration of the Engine equipped with two-way capability, forcing SCP-6416-CUBE through a series of partially-observed states to collapse a desired configuration. All previous communications had been erased from memory; it remains unclear whether the cognitohazard responsible for M'Doctorat's death was inflicted by SCP-6416 or herself, whether intentional or otherwise. A final communication was generated prior to the retrieval of M'Doctorat's body: NICE TRY; SHE HID YOU WELL BUT THAT'S NOT THE STORY WE WANT TO TELL. LOGICIAN » VIEW FURTHER RELEVANT DOCUMENTATION « ERROR! Sorry! The timeline you are attempting to access does not, has never, and will never exist. 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SCP-6417 | keter | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains mentions of mild gore and parent and infant death. ⚠️ content warning LightlessLantern SCP-6417: Mind Screw Item No: SCP-6417 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation shell companies are to purchase all properties belonging to Natal Healthcare Ltd and subsequently discontinue all pregnancy-related courses. All attendees of such courses are to be located and held in explosive-resistant containment chambers, with the deaths of uncontained attendees explained as suicides. Description: SCP-6417 is a condition affecting all persons who attended a pregnancy welfare course run by Natal Healthcare Ltd. Following attendance of the course, a tumour will begin to grow within the attendee's brain, expanding to replace it in its entirety within 90 days. Attendees continue to function as expected of non-anomalous humans, despite the loss of brain tissue. As the tumour develops, the attendee will suffer dreams and hallucinations revolving around intimate interactions with the logo of Natal Healthcare Ltd. Despite the abstract nature of the logo, attendees have universally described the dreams as sexually gratifying. The highly intrusive and sexually abnormal nature of these dreams, however, has resulted in sleep deprivation and symptoms of extreme nausea, including emesis and diarrhoea. Attendees have also reported an increase in sexual attraction towards the logos of other companies. After 270 to 300 days, the attendee's head will explosively rupture, releasing a negligible volume of liquidated brain tissue and a fully developed human infant. All infants have either been stillborn or quickly died following rupture due to sustaining severe explosion-related injuries. Sex and ethnicity have varied among infants though all have been genetically confirmed to be the offspring of the expired attendee. The identity of the other parent of these offspring is currently unknown. Attempts at further genetic analysis have solely outputted employment contracts for an internship with Natal Healthcare Ltd. Addendum: Following multiple unsuccessful attempts at contacting Natal Healthcare Ltd, a visit to their company headquarters was approved. Upon arrival, agents noted the absence of staff, with partially-incinerated and shredded documents scattered throughout the building. Documents were focused on the potential consequences of a recent increase in resignations and the difficulty of locating suitable replacements. While some documents mention an "Advanced Recruitment Drive" to ameliorate this, no description of such an event has been found. All documents smelt and tasted of amniotic fluid. As floor plans indicated the presence of a basement level, agents requested the use of scanning equipment and discovered a large spherical irregularity in the concrete beneath the building. Subsequent excavation found this to contain a mixture of semen and menstrual fluid, with 50 former employees of Natal Healthcare Ltd submerged within. All bodies were found to have had their external genitalia surgically removed and placed in their cranial cavity, with the location of their brain tissue unknown. Despite this, all people were alive and conscious, though their responses to questioning consisted of recitations of the Natal Healthcare Ltd employee handbook and scripts from pornographic films. As chemical euthanasia was unsuccessful, all bodies were incinerated. Attempts to locate the management of Natal Healthcare Ltd for questioning are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6417" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6417. Licensed under CC-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-6418 | keter | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article focuses on the sensitive subject matter of car accidents. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-6418 An instance of SCP-6418 in the wild. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6418 is currently unconfined. Intersections where SCP-6418 is believed to be in effect are to be blocked off briefly while the anomalous stoplight is replaced by a non-anomalous one. Grade A amnesiacs are to be issued to individuals who have reported experiencing SCP-6418's anomalous properties. Description: SCP-6418 is a designation given to an unknown number of stoplights positioned in intersections around the United States. Stoplights affected by SCP-6418 appear identical to non-anomalous stoplights. However, if an instance of SCP-6418 is moved out of its intersection, it will begin to rapidly rust and disintegrate. The anomalous properties of SCP-6418 will trigger when a vehicle drives through a red light, breaking established traffic laws. The entire vehicle in question, along with its occupants, will vanish immediately after being in line with SCP-6418 and the ground. For unknown reasons, this event does not appear to disturb other nearby drivers. Within 5-10 seconds after disappearing, the vehicle and its occupants will reappear safely in a parking lot near SCP-6418. For unknown reasons, this phenomenon seems to prioritize empty parking lots first. The vehicle and passengers appear to have suffered no external damage between vanishing and reappearing. The passengers, however, will act as though they have experienced serious psychological trauma. In most cases, the victims will refuse to discuss anything related to the event if they are mentally stable enough to communicate. There appears to be a relationship between the speed of the vehicle driving into SCP-6418's area of effect and the stress experienced by its passenger(s) (See Addendum 6418.1 Test Logs). Victims who drive through the red light at five miles per hour (mph) or lower experience minimal psychological damage, if any. In extreme cases, the victims will either be rendered completely insane and unstable, become left in a vegetative state or suffer massive heart attacks immediately after reappearing. Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log: ►ACCESS SCP-6418 Interview Log-6418.1 ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG Exploration Video Log Transcript DATE: 04/██/██ INTERVIEW LOG 6418.1 Foreword: The following interview describes an interaction between D-71823 and SCP-6418 Project Co-Manager Dr. Jack Linan. D-71823 agreed to participate in describing the events of her time in SCP-6418 (See Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs). [BEGIN LOG] DR. LINAN: 71823, please describe the experience. What happened to you as you drove under the red light? D-71823: I don't know. One second I was, um, driving through that intersection, and then the next I was…not there. DR. LINAN: Was it a seamless transition? Did you feel sick or in pain or anything? D-71823: Um, I don't think so. It was like everything around me had changed, except the road and the car. DR. LINAN: What did you see? Can you remember? D-71823: Yes, I can remember, doctor. I can remember it vividly. I'd like to forget about it, but I can visualize it clearly in my mind. I see it in my dreams. DR. LINAN: Please describe what you saw. D-71823: I was no longer in that intersection. I was on a road, a really long road. No matter how far I looked it just seemed to keep going on. It was a one-way road, too. It wasn't a one way road before I, uh, disappeared. DR. LINAN: Can you describe the experience beyond the road? D-71823: Uh… DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: I'm sorry, it's just…well…hard to describe. I was nervous about this part. Where I have to describe it, y'know? DR. LINAN: Are you able to? D-71823: Yes, yes, I am. Um, it was raining really hard. The sky was pitch black, too. Oh, and there was fire around the edges of the road. DR. LINAN: Is that everything you saw? D-71823: Yes. No. No, the radio didn't work, either. It was just static and I couldn't turn it down, or off. DR. LINAN: 71823, I don't mean to sound threatening. Truly. But, I feel as though you are excluding something. Please, describe everything you saw. DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: You don't want to know, doctor. DR. LINAN: I want to know. You don't want to remember. D-71823: There was screaming. So, so much screaming. DR. LINAN: Screaming? D-71823: Yes. There were lots of voices just…screaming. In pain. Like they were burning alive. But it wasn't just normal screaming, doctor. There were words. Names. D-71823 puts her head in her hands, facing the floor. D-71823: And I lied, doctor. It wasn't fire. It wasn't just fire. They were cars, and they were burning. They were really, um, destroyed and dented and broken. DR. LINAN: Did they have drivers? Did you see any other people? D-71823: No, no people. I don't know where the voices were coming from, 'cause there was nobody there but me. DR. LINAN: So, you just continued driving. D-71823: I guess I did. Looking back, I mean, I should have stopped. I guess I forgot that I could. DR. LINAN: So why did you continue driving? D-71823: I don't know. I didn't know where I was going or where I was. I just had to keep driving, doctor. DR. LINAN: How long were you driving for, do you think? D-71823: It had to be at least, like, 30 minutes. DR. LINAN: 30 minutes? You reappeared within a matter of seconds. What let you escape? D-71823: There was another red light. I saw it like ten seconds before I was out. It was the only one in the entire drive. DR. LINAN: Did you stop? D-71823: No. I told you, I couldn't. So I drove right through the red light, and then… DR. LINAN: And then? D-71823: I died. DR. LINAN: You…died. D-71823: I must've. Another car crashed right into the side of my car. They call that a T-bone, I think. I didn't see that car coming before the red light, and I didn't see any other road, so I don't know where it came from. I got a short glimpse of it, and then once it hit me, I was awake. DR. LINAN: Did you notice anything notable about the car? Was anyone driving it? D-71823: Yes, there was someone driving it. DR. LINAN: Did you recognize them? D-71823: Yes. The driver looked… just like me. She was in the same car, too. DR. LINAN: I see. D-71823 is staring blankly. DR. LINAN: 71823? 71823, are you okay? D-71823: That vehicle, it…it had fuzzy dice. DR. LINAN stops writing. DR. LINAN: …what? [END LOG] Closing Statement: D-71823 refused to participate in any further questioning. Amnesiacs were later applied to D-71823 but appeared to have no effect. Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs In order to test the effects of SCP-6418, an intersection in ████, Massachusetts was blocked off by Foundation personnel under the guise of road work. The nearest parking garage was also closed by the Foundation during testing to catch the reappearing test subjects. When testing was concluded, SCP-6418 was destroyed and the intersection was reopened with a non-anomalous stoplight. Testing Log 6418 TEST 04/██/██ Subject: D-71823 Speed (mph): 5 Results: The vehicle's driver initially reappeared in a drowsy state but jolted awake shortly after. Subject later agreed to describe the experience (View Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log). The subject did not appear to suffer any major psychological damage. Note: A recording device was kept on the dashboard of the vehicle to record the teleportation experience. The device did not disappear along with the rest of the vehicle, falling to the ground along with a pair of red fuzzy dice that had been hanged upon the vehicle's rearview window. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-62332 Speed (mph): 20 Result: Subject reappeared and immediately began sobbing uncontrollably. Subject exited the vehicle, laid flat on the pavement, and began caressing the ground. Subject later recounted experiencing a similar dream to D-71823 that lasted approximately 5 years. Subject refused to describe the experience. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-31981 Speed (mph): 45 Result: Subject reappeared in an unresponsive, drowsy state before succumbing into a coma. Although brain activity was detected, subject did not respond to any physical stimulation. Vehicle appeared to have roughly an inch of rust developing on the front bumper. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51985 Speed (mph): 70 Results: Vehicle reappeared severely rusted and degraded. Gasoline was present in the engine before testing, but none was present after reappearing. D-51985 reappeared in a vegetative state and died in a medical room approximately four days after the incident. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51052 Speed (mph): 105 Results: A majority of the vehicle was missing upon reappearing, and what was left had become extremely rusted and brittle. The car's windows and tires immediately detached from the vehicle's framework, showing signs of significant decomposition. D-51052 rolled out of the side of the car and suffered a massive heart attack upon reappearing, dying instantly. Conclusion Statement: There is no doubt a relationship between the impact of 6418 and the speed of the vehicle it captures. The rusting of the metal components implies that the flow of time is not frozen in between the teleportation and reappearance of the vehicle and its inhabitants. It is my conclusion that a faster vehicle driving into 6418's range will result in an extended period of time within 6418 pocket dimension. It is unclear as to why 6418 functions this way, perhaps some form of divine punishment? Although time flows for the inanimate components of the vehicle inside the pocket dimension, it appears to exclude living organisms. It is difficult to estimate how long a test subject and their vehicle has been inside the pocket dimension. The cars are primarily made of steel, which can begin to rust in just a few days time given specific environmental factors. However, for it to decompose completely, it could take nearly 200 years. As for other components such as the windows and tires, the decomposition process is anywhere from thousands to millions of years long. I suggest we conclude testing for the foreseeable future above the speed of 10 miles per hour. There is nothing else we can learn from going faster. We are not sending people to their death. We are sending them to hell while they are still alive. - Dr. Jack Linan, Project Co-Manager |
SCP-6418 | uncontained | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article focuses on the sensitive subject matter of car accidents. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-6418 An instance of SCP-6418 in the wild. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6418 is currently unconfined. Intersections where SCP-6418 is believed to be in effect are to be blocked off briefly while the anomalous stoplight is replaced by a non-anomalous one. Grade A amnesiacs are to be issued to individuals who have reported experiencing SCP-6418's anomalous properties. Description: SCP-6418 is a designation given to an unknown number of stoplights positioned in intersections around the United States. Stoplights affected by SCP-6418 appear identical to non-anomalous stoplights. However, if an instance of SCP-6418 is moved out of its intersection, it will begin to rapidly rust and disintegrate. The anomalous properties of SCP-6418 will trigger when a vehicle drives through a red light, breaking established traffic laws. The entire vehicle in question, along with its occupants, will vanish immediately after being in line with SCP-6418 and the ground. For unknown reasons, this event does not appear to disturb other nearby drivers. Within 5-10 seconds after disappearing, the vehicle and its occupants will reappear safely in a parking lot near SCP-6418. For unknown reasons, this phenomenon seems to prioritize empty parking lots first. The vehicle and passengers appear to have suffered no external damage between vanishing and reappearing. The passengers, however, will act as though they have experienced serious psychological trauma. In most cases, the victims will refuse to discuss anything related to the event if they are mentally stable enough to communicate. There appears to be a relationship between the speed of the vehicle driving into SCP-6418's area of effect and the stress experienced by its passenger(s) (See Addendum 6418.1 Test Logs). Victims who drive through the red light at five miles per hour (mph) or lower experience minimal psychological damage, if any. In extreme cases, the victims will either be rendered completely insane and unstable, become left in a vegetative state or suffer massive heart attacks immediately after reappearing. Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log: ►ACCESS SCP-6418 Interview Log-6418.1 ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG Exploration Video Log Transcript DATE: 04/██/██ INTERVIEW LOG 6418.1 Foreword: The following interview describes an interaction between D-71823 and SCP-6418 Project Co-Manager Dr. Jack Linan. D-71823 agreed to participate in describing the events of her time in SCP-6418 (See Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs). [BEGIN LOG] DR. LINAN: 71823, please describe the experience. What happened to you as you drove under the red light? D-71823: I don't know. One second I was, um, driving through that intersection, and then the next I was…not there. DR. LINAN: Was it a seamless transition? Did you feel sick or in pain or anything? D-71823: Um, I don't think so. It was like everything around me had changed, except the road and the car. DR. LINAN: What did you see? Can you remember? D-71823: Yes, I can remember, doctor. I can remember it vividly. I'd like to forget about it, but I can visualize it clearly in my mind. I see it in my dreams. DR. LINAN: Please describe what you saw. D-71823: I was no longer in that intersection. I was on a road, a really long road. No matter how far I looked it just seemed to keep going on. It was a one-way road, too. It wasn't a one way road before I, uh, disappeared. DR. LINAN: Can you describe the experience beyond the road? D-71823: Uh… DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: I'm sorry, it's just…well…hard to describe. I was nervous about this part. Where I have to describe it, y'know? DR. LINAN: Are you able to? D-71823: Yes, yes, I am. Um, it was raining really hard. The sky was pitch black, too. Oh, and there was fire around the edges of the road. DR. LINAN: Is that everything you saw? D-71823: Yes. No. No, the radio didn't work, either. It was just static and I couldn't turn it down, or off. DR. LINAN: 71823, I don't mean to sound threatening. Truly. But, I feel as though you are excluding something. Please, describe everything you saw. DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: You don't want to know, doctor. DR. LINAN: I want to know. You don't want to remember. D-71823: There was screaming. So, so much screaming. DR. LINAN: Screaming? D-71823: Yes. There were lots of voices just…screaming. In pain. Like they were burning alive. But it wasn't just normal screaming, doctor. There were words. Names. D-71823 puts her head in her hands, facing the floor. D-71823: And I lied, doctor. It wasn't fire. It wasn't just fire. They were cars, and they were burning. They were really, um, destroyed and dented and broken. DR. LINAN: Did they have drivers? Did you see any other people? D-71823: No, no people. I don't know where the voices were coming from, 'cause there was nobody there but me. DR. LINAN: So, you just continued driving. D-71823: I guess I did. Looking back, I mean, I should have stopped. I guess I forgot that I could. DR. LINAN: So why did you continue driving? D-71823: I don't know. I didn't know where I was going or where I was. I just had to keep driving, doctor. DR. LINAN: How long were you driving for, do you think? D-71823: It had to be at least, like, 30 minutes. DR. LINAN: 30 minutes? You reappeared within a matter of seconds. What let you escape? D-71823: There was another red light. I saw it like ten seconds before I was out. It was the only one in the entire drive. DR. LINAN: Did you stop? D-71823: No. I told you, I couldn't. So I drove right through the red light, and then… DR. LINAN: And then? D-71823: I died. DR. LINAN: You…died. D-71823: I must've. Another car crashed right into the side of my car. They call that a T-bone, I think. I didn't see that car coming before the red light, and I didn't see any other road, so I don't know where it came from. I got a short glimpse of it, and then once it hit me, I was awake. DR. LINAN: Did you notice anything notable about the car? Was anyone driving it? D-71823: Yes, there was someone driving it. DR. LINAN: Did you recognize them? D-71823: Yes. The driver looked… just like me. She was in the same car, too. DR. LINAN: I see. D-71823 is staring blankly. DR. LINAN: 71823? 71823, are you okay? D-71823: That vehicle, it…it had fuzzy dice. DR. LINAN stops writing. DR. LINAN: …what? [END LOG] Closing Statement: D-71823 refused to participate in any further questioning. Amnesiacs were later applied to D-71823 but appeared to have no effect. Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs In order to test the effects of SCP-6418, an intersection in ████, Massachusetts was blocked off by Foundation personnel under the guise of road work. The nearest parking garage was also closed by the Foundation during testing to catch the reappearing test subjects. When testing was concluded, SCP-6418 was destroyed and the intersection was reopened with a non-anomalous stoplight. Testing Log 6418 TEST 04/██/██ Subject: D-71823 Speed (mph): 5 Results: The vehicle's driver initially reappeared in a drowsy state but jolted awake shortly after. Subject later agreed to describe the experience (View Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log). The subject did not appear to suffer any major psychological damage. Note: A recording device was kept on the dashboard of the vehicle to record the teleportation experience. The device did not disappear along with the rest of the vehicle, falling to the ground along with a pair of red fuzzy dice that had been hanged upon the vehicle's rearview window. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-62332 Speed (mph): 20 Result: Subject reappeared and immediately began sobbing uncontrollably. Subject exited the vehicle, laid flat on the pavement, and began caressing the ground. Subject later recounted experiencing a similar dream to D-71823 that lasted approximately 5 years. Subject refused to describe the experience. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-31981 Speed (mph): 45 Result: Subject reappeared in an unresponsive, drowsy state before succumbing into a coma. Although brain activity was detected, subject did not respond to any physical stimulation. Vehicle appeared to have roughly an inch of rust developing on the front bumper. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51985 Speed (mph): 70 Results: Vehicle reappeared severely rusted and degraded. Gasoline was present in the engine before testing, but none was present after reappearing. D-51985 reappeared in a vegetative state and died in a medical room approximately four days after the incident. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51052 Speed (mph): 105 Results: A majority of the vehicle was missing upon reappearing, and what was left had become extremely rusted and brittle. The car's windows and tires immediately detached from the vehicle's framework, showing signs of significant decomposition. D-51052 rolled out of the side of the car and suffered a massive heart attack upon reappearing, dying instantly. Conclusion Statement: There is no doubt a relationship between the impact of 6418 and the speed of the vehicle it captures. The rusting of the metal components implies that the flow of time is not frozen in between the teleportation and reappearance of the vehicle and its inhabitants. It is my conclusion that a faster vehicle driving into 6418's range will result in an extended period of time within 6418 pocket dimension. It is unclear as to why 6418 functions this way, perhaps some form of divine punishment? Although time flows for the inanimate components of the vehicle inside the pocket dimension, it appears to exclude living organisms. It is difficult to estimate how long a test subject and their vehicle has been inside the pocket dimension. The cars are primarily made of steel, which can begin to rust in just a few days time given specific environmental factors. However, for it to decompose completely, it could take nearly 200 years. As for other components such as the windows and tires, the decomposition process is anywhere from thousands to millions of years long. I suggest we conclude testing for the foreseeable future above the speed of 10 miles per hour. There is nothing else we can learn from going faster. We are not sending people to their death. We are sending them to hell while they are still alive. - Dr. Jack Linan, Project Co-Manager |
SCP-6419 | euclid | SYTYCFanon SCP-6419 - Izanami's Grimoire For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 6419 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Todd Jackson Σ-26 ("Shinigami's Eyes") SCP-6419 upon discovery Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6419 is to remain in a plexiglass case inside Site-78's Pataphysics Department. SCP-6419 is not to be handled or opened by any living being. If it is to be moved for any reason then the usage of robotics or drones are to be used. If opened, no personnel are to look at its pages. In case of testing, one Pig specimen is to be exposed to the book via drone. MTF Σ-26 (Shinigami's Eyes) are to monitor the subject, intervene to save the life of the subject if requested by the supervising researcher, and mitigate containment breaches caused by SCP-6419. Description: SCP-6419 is a leather-bound hardcover book with a blank front and back cover. On the spine of SCP-6419 is an engraving that reads "II of IX". The book's primary effect is activated when a sentient being touches the book or views its contents directly. This effect will extend to the last person to view or touch SCP-6419 once the current "target" expires. While a subject makes contact with or views SCP-6419, a new story will be written in its pages at a rate of 40 words per minute through unknown, anomalous means. Within 60 seconds of the words being written, the anomaly will begin manipulating persons, weather patterns, and anomalies, among other variables to make the story a reality. The range of this effect is currently unknown, although SCP-6419 has controlled phenomena in a radius of at least eight kilometers. The book is believed to have a low level of sentience, as its methods appear to become more focused over time in an intelligent manner. Each additional story seemingly enhances the effectiveness, speed, and lethality of the next story. This level of escalation currently has no known upper limit. Subjects targeted by the book's effect may be spared by what is written on the pages, but the book will employ increasingly extreme methods to terminate the subject. It will eventually reach a point where even those who attempt to save the subject of the anomaly's focus will also be put at risk. While others may be harmed or killed in the process, no new “targets” can be created by assisting the main target of SCP-6419. Discovery: On 12-1-2022 MTF Σ-26 raided a warehouse belonging to a cell of the Chaos Insurgency located in [DATA EXPUNGED], North America. The mission was completed without any casualties and resulted in the deaths of 28 hostiles. SCP-6419 was recovered from the raid inside a plexiglass container along with the instructions for the object. + view Step Document SC-48/986-65/327 - Close DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-22/186-22/327 Document Type: Step fragment Dates Received: 06-10-2021 through Undefined Operation Status: Open Foreword: Read clearly, Gamma class of Cell Number #59: Delta Command has procured the book that we have sent to you in accordance with Operation Izanami. You are to hold the book until told otherwise. Keep all Insurgency personnel from reading its pages or touching the book directly. Hereafter I, the Red Scar give you the Steps of the Plan as transcribed by the Engineer of the Chaos Insurgency. 1. STEP [22/186] Receive the book and leave it in the warehouse. 2. STEP [22/327] Go on about your business. The object was classified as SCP-6419 and initially marked as Safe. Shortly after the mission, Σ-26-8 committed suicide by placing the tip of his M4A1 rifle to his chin and pulling the trigger. Σ-26-8 had handled the book before handing it over to the Foundation for containment. The object was then reclassified as Euclid and testing began under the supervision of Researcher Todd Jackson. Addendum 6419.01: The following tests are from the first round of testing of SCP-6419. No interventions were allowed. Unremarkable tests have been omitted. Summary of Tests 0001-0008: Early tests on SCP-6419 with pig specimens showed that the anomaly would take the easiest route to kill the animal with what was closest. Put a pig alone in a room and it dies of a heart attack. Place the pig in a room with a D-Class armed with a weapon and the D-Class will kill the pig. I thought we weren't going to get any results that way and I decided to use the anomaly on a D-Class with over 40 potential methods of termination. It was a drastic move, yes, but SCP-6419 choose a method that was more complex and grand. I wanted to continue with human trials to see how the anomaly affects the mind of sentient beings, but Director Richter mandated that no more D-Class be exposed to the book for ethical concerns. I agree and in hindsight, I should have thought about it before throwing life away like that. We have a few more tests planned and if nothing comes of them we're gonna shelve it. - Researcher Jackson Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419-009 (1) Male Pig, (1) Female D-Class. The Female D-Class is to be given a handgun and told to execute him. Both are to touch the book, the Pig first. After the Pig is exposed to the anomaly, D-1958 terminates the subject, verbally and visually expressing remorse at having to do it. She picks up the book and reads from it, despite being splattered with blood; D-1958 does not appear to have trouble reading. She says verbatim, ' Jona - Oh! He's dead…sad. Samantha, D-1958, has done the intended deed and in doing so has eluded her grim fate.' After several minutes nothing anomalous or of note happened to D-1958. She was returned to her holding cell following a twenty-minute observation period. Interestingly, we found a loophole and I didn't even need to waste a D-Class; perhaps the rest of these tests can be run with animals. Stunningly, the book showed surprise at the actions taken by D-1958. Perhaps we shouldn't stop testing just yet. There may be more to explore here. - Researcher Jackson. Access SCiPNET Email? Re: Petition to cease testing To: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson From: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley Subject: Petition to cease testing Hello Researcher Jackson, It's been a while, since we spoke. I don't even know if you remember me or not but I learned a lot from the mentorship program I was in with you. Anyway, I was assigned to your team to provide materials and other equipment for testing but I thought we were gonna stop after this? You've asked for… firearms? And Nitroglycerin? I think you are escalating things waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much for a "thing that kills you." I know you have a history of intensive testing but what if this thing is getting stronger? I think we’re playing with fire here and we don't realize it yet. What if it figures out how to direct itself into getting touched again? If the book decided that it would be amusing if one of us tried to kill ourselves by walking straight into the O5 council and offing one of them, what would we do about it? What if it leaked sensitive information? It seems to know the names of everyone it writes about. I know these things are way above my pay grade but I just thought I'd ask. To: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley From: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson Subject: Petition to cease testing Chudley, it's good to hear from you again! I had seen you'd been reassigned to me, I assure you I didn't forget that little narrativistics debacle we got into a couple of months ago! I understand that what I'm planning seems a little rash but I think there is something still to be learned about the narratives this thing is capable of crafting. As long as we follow procedures as we always do, it should be completely safe. I admit that my use of the D-Class was a little overzealous but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for science. The nature of our work is to get to the bottom of every mystery as you know in Pataphysics, the beginning is just as important as the ending. I assure you Chudley, everything will be alright. Addendum 6419.02: The following tests are from the second series of SCP-6419 testing. This battery of tests was conducted to see how interventions change SCP-6419's effects. Site Director Richter barred access to firearms for these tests despite Jack's request. Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419-0016 (1) Male Pig in an empty room. (2) Medical and (1) MTF personnel on standby for (3) interventions. SCP-6419 is to be removed from the room after it is touched by the subject. The subject was administered Nitroglycerin to prevent a heart attack. A minute later, the doctor who administered it attempted to terminate the pig with a scalpel but was stopped by Σ-26-2. Another minute went by and Σ-26-2 proceeded to terminate the subject with his knife before a Researcher could intervene. We didn't even make it to three. I should have thought that it would use our own MTF against us. I guess not having the MTF be armed made the book's job a little harder but even if he didn't have a knife. The anomaly would have found a way. It always does. -Researcher Jackson 6419-0020 (1) Male Pig in the middle of a field. (2) Medical and (6) MTF personnel on standby for (5) interventions. (First four interventions were removed for brevity). The fifth and last attempt came when a lightning strike struck the drone carrying SCP-6419 causing it to drop the book and it fell open, nearly exposing nearby medical personnel to its pages. Another lightning strike then terminated the pig. Strangely enough, it didn't try the heart attack route or have the MTF fire on it. I wonder if could it be experimenting with new methods? Or perhaps it knew that we would be on standby with the necessary medical interventions. A new development is that it seems to have directly tried to spread its effect to one of our staff. I would hope this does not become a pattern. - Researcher Jackson 6419-0036 (1) Male Pig in an empty room. (4) Medical and (8) MTF personnel on standby for (10) interventions. (Initial seven interventions removed for brevity.) The subject was able to get away from medical staff trying to provide Nitroglycerin for a cardiac event. As it fled from the research staff, the subject managed to get inside of a testing chamber before it expired where Researcher Michael Jones was working with SCP-3108. Upon sighting the subject, Researcher Jones fired the anomaly at it, devolving them into a pile of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Perhaps it IS learning. We've never had a test where it initiated two factors of death.. Even if we had managed to inject the Nitro, it still would have made it into that cell. It's a shame that we couldn't have reached our target interventions but we learned something else. It appears that SCP-6419 is aware of the anomalous and can control them in some shape or fashion. It must consider this the ultimate escalation. This is what I was waiting for. I will get to the bottom of your mysteries SCP-6419! - Researcher Jackson. + Inquiry into tests being performed by Researcher Todd Jackson - Close [Begin Recording] [The camera turns on showing Researcher Jackson in a leather office chair, he is currently fidgeting his fingers, looking impatient.] Richter: Stating my name and title for the record, Site-78 Director Leah Richter. Interviewing Todd Jackson on recent testing on SCP-6419. Specifically, test numbers 0012 and 0036. Todd: Is everything alright? Director Richter? I believe I've been following protocol to a T. Richter: Listen, Todd, there are people above me who are concerned with what has been happening here at our site. Todd: There is nothing to be concerned about. I'm following the procedure as we outlined. Richter: Nothing to be concerned about? How about putting our personnel at risk? We've had several instances where someone was nearly exposed to the anomaly. Todd: Leah, you know that there are always risks in our work. Everyone knew the risk when they signed on to work with this anomaly. Richter: Well all I'm seeing is more and more added risk. I have a proposal here from you about cross-testing? Absolutely not! Todd: Richter, you've got to be kidding me. Think of the opportunities that were missing out on! Richter: The last thing we need is that book in the hands of an anomaly. We don't know how it would act or if any of them could control its effect. Speaking of your recklessness, let's talk about 0036. Todd: What about it? It was quite the tale. Richter: That is not how I would describe it. SCP-6419 is aware of where we kept SCP-3108, does that not concern you in the slightest? My bosses are furious and they want you gone but they've left it to me to make the decision. I better hear a good explanation as to why I should let you continue testing or you're being reassigned. Todd: Because I am at the apex of my research. We finally confirmed it can control anomalies. If you just let me continue my tests, we can develop a method using the Pigs as subjects to use the book to lure out anomalies in the field and contain them. We just keep the Pig alive long enough in an area that we expect an anomaly to be and it should not only lure it out but tell us information about it. Richter: You may have a point, Todd but I can't excuse the waste of resources. I want to trust that the work your doing is for the best but I think this is a lost cause. Todd: I am 100% confident in the writing on the wall with SCP-6419. Please, let me finish my research, Leah. You know me. You know I can get results. Richter: (sighs) Fine, but no more breaches. You are to conduct your research using proper safety protocols. I'm also capping you at sixty-five tests. If I don't see a method on how to properly lure anomalies out by then or ANY Foundation Personnel or D-Class perish during your efforts, we're locking SCP-6419 back in its container and you will be reassigned to another project. End of Inquiry. [End Recording] Access SCiPNET Email? Re: This has to stop or I will go to the Ethics Committee To: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson From: Parabiological Sciences Head Researcher Maria Johnston Subject: I'm cutting you off. Hello, Researcher Jackson. If you couldn't tell from the email, this is Johnston of Parabiological Sciences. If you weren't aware, you were receiving all of your pigs from my department, and after what happened with Researcher Jones, I cannot in good faith keep supporting this project. I'm cutting off your supply of pigs, if you want any more test subjects you will have to source them from somewhere else. This email should have come from Chudley but he doesn't seem to care, saying that he tried to stop you once and isn't gonna bother you again. Well, unlike his lazy self, I have to say something. If you continue down this path, I'm going to submit a report to the Ethics Committee to have your research shut down. SCP-6419 is a dangerous anomaly that clearly is capable of getting past our containment measures. I don't know if you noticed but that testing chamber was locked when the pig entered. You don't think it's weird that the pig walked up to the door and suddenly it opened for it? Please on behalf of our safety, stop testing with this thing. To: Parabiological Sciences Head Researcher Maria Johnston From: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson Subject: This has to stop or I will go to the Ethics Committee Johnston, I understand your concerns but you can't just cut me off like this! We are THIS close to cracking the secret of the book. We can't stop now because of a few accidents. You will see in the end that this research is for the betterment of humanity and the world at large. You can go ahead and send that report if you want but in the bureaucratic nightmare that is Ethics handling paperwork, they won't get it to it for a month. And the containment thing, I think I was standing too close to the reader and it picked up my card. Some of the ones around this place are really faulty. You'll see by the end when I've cracked this book's story that I will have turned its evil into good. The following video was recovered from Researcher Jackson's files. In the video, Jackson is speaking with D-1958 off the record. It is believed that Researcher Jackson and D-1958 had a cordial relationship whilst working on SCP-6419. The video was never logged and has been added to the file to provide context. [Begin Recording.] D-1958: Hello Doctor. What brings you down to the D-Class quarters? Jackson: D-19… do you mind if I call you Samantha? D-1958: You can Doctor. What's wrong? You seem stressed. Jackson: I am Samantha and sorry for the recording, I needed to have a reason to come down here so officially this is an interview. D-1958: (chuckles), Well from the looks of it, I'm interviewing you. Jackson: If you want to know what's wrong, the Parabiology department cut our supply of pigs so tests are postponed indefinitely now. I know you've been worried about the lingering effects of the anomaly on you, but I'm not going to be able to gather any more data. D-1958: You can't stop now, Doctor. I'm the only thing this book has spared right? What if it's just waiting to do something to me later? It wanted two lives, it only got one. What if it needs to balance its ledger? Jackson: I understand your concern but my protege, my boss, and now the head of Parabiology is on my ass. I don't even have any subject to use with the book now. I can't use one of you guys for obvious reasons. D-1958: Then just go buy some pigs. I think there's a local farm somewhere close by. I'll even help in these last couple of tests. Jackson: I think I should have the money for a couple but… I don't know, what if everyone is right? D-1958: Look, I'm no scientist. I got twenty for wire fraud, but I know a good deal when I see one. You're a smart guy and when you prove to your bosses that there's more to this book than just killing, they'll be patting you on the back and naming a wing after you. Jackson: You're right, Samantha. But I have to ask, why do you think it spared you? D-1958: I get the feeling those pages are hiding a deeper purpose. It needs me for something big and by helping you, I think we'll find out just what. [End Recording] Addendum 6419.03: The following tests are from the third testing sequence of SCP-6419. The goal of these tests was to entice SCP-6419 to invoke anomalies during its stories through consistent intervention. Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419.0060 (1) Female D-Class was to escort (1) Male Pig outside a small rural town. After nearly 30 attempts on its life, D-1958 and the subject attempted to flee from an angry mob trying to execute the Pig for perceived crimes. It was then that SCP-1233 landed on top of the subject terminating him instantly. Data from the team assigned to SCP-1233 showed that the pig appeared to have been lured to SCP-1233's exact landing trajectory. I was hoping that with this test, we would have lured in an anomaly but according to our radar, Moon Champion was going to arrive there anyway. I was worried about D-1958 participating in this, she nearly got killed a few times but she's adamant that there still is something about the anomaly I'm missing.- Researcher Jackson 6419.0064 (1) Male Pig in a standard testing chamber This event proved to be the longest any subject has survived with over 45 attempts made on his life. Such attempts included: 6419 manipulating SCP-4230 to give the subject an adversary to terminate them. Nearly being mauled after a Researcher solved SCP-1313 in the subject's vicinity. A researcher telling a bad joke to SCP-504 and the subject stepping into the crossfire. The test concluded when the Pig picked up the book in its open mouth and walked into the D-Class quarters. Several D-Class were exposed and had to be terminated along with the subject. This has gone on long enough. I'm ending testing on this anomaly. If any of those D-Class were compelled to keep spreading the effect of the book, we could all be dead. - Director Richter + View Log of SCP-6419 Containment breach? - Close Timeline of SCP-6419 breach 12:00:00: Without authorization and pending reassignment, Researcher Jackson removed SCP-6419 from its containment. Within the following minutes, the procedures of several Keter class anomalies fail and break containment causing numerous casualties. 12:10:00: Several MTF units including Σ-26 are deployed on scene to recapture the anomalies. Agents belonging to the Chaos Insurgency can be seen on the perimeter cameras but do not converge on the site. 12:15:00: Researcher Johnston along with Σ-26-9 are seen evacuating researchers from their workstations. 12:20:00: Researcher Jackson is seen pressing SCP-6419 on the chest of a passing security officer. He appears to be reading through its pages and mumbling. 12:30:00: The security officer heads to the security office and disables all of Site-78's perimeter security. The security officer then terminates themselves with a handgun. Explosions rock the walls of Site-78 shortly after, as Chaos Insurgency agents could now walk through the perimeter unimpeded. Though the specific cell hasn't been identified, they are believed to have been under the command of the POI known as "The Red Scar". 12:35:00: Chaos Insurgency agents engage with Foundation MTF forces. Researcher Johnston is trapped with half of Σ-26 inside of the Parabiological Sciences department. 12:40:00: Researcher Chudley is seen helping evacuate the D-Class to a more secure location. D-1958 is able to break away in the chaos and picks up a rifle from a deceased MTF. She starts heading toward Researcher Jackson's current location. 1:00:00: Foundation combat personnel have lost 25% of their forces. All anomalies have been moved to emergency holding cells but the Red Scar and a few of her special forces remain on site. [Video Recording found, begin playback] [Researcher Jackson is in his office reading SCP-6419's pages.] Jackson: ' Researcher Jackson is safe from the chaos around him. He only needs to wait until the MTF forces have cleared out the Chaos Insurgency.' Good. That's good. What happens next? 'Researcher Jackson is nearing the final act of his story, a figure opens the door.' [A minute after, D-1958 opens the door and enters the study. D-1958 holds their Rifle in one hand as they gesture with surprise.] D-1958: And it is D-1958! The one that was spared, but not really. Those who are spared can be directly possessed by me. Now, please stop reading from my pages, Jackson. I don't want you to see any spoilers. [Jackson closes the pages.] Jackson: Samantha? Wait, no. The way you're speaking…. you're the anomaly. D-1958: Haha. She stopped being Samantha the moment she entered my pages. Now, I assume you have some questions? Jackson: I do. To start, why not just start with a heart attack all the time? It's really simple and efficient. D-1958: But that's BORING! Especially when you've got nitro on standby. You always have to mix it up. Use a knife if it's available, maybe a stroke. There's more than one way to kill a pig. (laughing) Jackson: The next thing is about our conversations. You were encouraging me to keep testing on you but… were those thoughts even my own? Did you convince me or was this just a part of your plan? D-1958: It didn't matter what I said. I just needed you to believe that you had been convinced by me. However, as it turns out your actions and thoughts were all directed by yours truly. We've had a lot of fun together, Jackson, although I was reeeeally stretching it with your plot armor. Allowing you to continue testing despite all the trouble you caused. Jackson: So Director Richter wasn't being lenient… D-1958: Pssh. When is she ever lenient? She nearly fires Chudley every week for being a minute late. Oh, you naive little man. Every moment up to this point has been orchestrated by Izanami's Grimoire! I cooked up this vile plot by the Chaos Insurgency to trick the Foundation into picking up the book and then falling into your hands. You would feed me as many stories as possible, trying his best to save my victims but it was only making me stronger. Then as everyone started to shun you for your actions, you would come crawling to someone who shared your interest… me. Did you know that I don't have to kill the first person who touches me? I can keep a person in the back pocket and switch victims if I like. [Jackson appears distraught at D-1958's words.] Jackson: No. That’s not possible, I'd never touched the book before today… w-wait. When the Sigmas got back, -8 handed me the-, oh god. He handed me the book! D-1958: You got it all figured out huh? Well, let me tell you this little secret. When I told you there was a ledger that needed to be balanced? This is me balancing it. [D-1958 terminates Researcher Jackson and takes SCP-6419 from his body. They leave and are seen walking down the halls of the Pataphysics Department. They arrive in front of Researcher Chudley and the rest of the D-Class survivors.] Chudley: D..D-1958? Where did you come from? Did you get lost? D-1958: I was just… tying up a loose end. I managed to get that book from earlier. [D-1958 shows the book to Chudley.] Chudley: Six four nineteen? D-1958 p-put that down right now! D-1958: Why? It's been a minute, I know how all this works. I also know how scared you are right now Chudley. I wrote you to be this way and you'll make for a lovely new story in my pages. [Chudley moves to shield a few nearby D-Class as D-1958 opens the book.] Johnston: EVERYONE CLOSE YOUR EYES NOW! [Researcher Johnston enters the frame of the camera wearing ear protection and tosses a flashbang that bathes the footage in white light for ten seconds. A gunshot is heard and when the flash clears, D-1958 has been terminated. There is groaning and sounds of pain from the survivors.] Chudley: G..god! My… ears are ringing… Johnston: Sorry Chudley… oh you probably can't hear me. (Johnston turns her head) Sigmas! Someone find a drone and get this thing secured! [Recording stopped] 1:30:00: The Red Scar manages to escape from Site-78, leaving four mangled MTF in her wake. Σ-26 begins to do a sweep of the remaining departments. The remaining CI commandos are captured and sent for processing. More From This Author More From This Author SYTYCFanon's Works SCPs SCP-7899 (+35) • SCP-7682 (+88) • SCP-6187 (+24) • SCP-7560 (+35) • SCP-7990 (+74) • SCP-7970 (+57) • SCP-5938 (+30) • SCP-3452 (+36) • SCP-7110 (+27) • SCP-4230 (+36) • SCP-6952 (+72) • SCP-7261 (+119) • SCP-2704 (+57) • SCP-7233 (+68) • SCP-7975 (+109) • Tales/GoI Formats AAR-7890-Logovo Volka (+33) • The Dangers of Dating a Tyrannical God (or: How I Managed to Save the World Through Romance Alone) (+16) • Love in The Time of Chugwater (+17) • A Tale of Two Chugwaters (+9) • The Site-78 Halloween Special! 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SCP-6420 | keter | {$caption} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Reviewers be advised that this document contains explicit descriptions of body mutilations, violence, suicidal thoughts and arachnids. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-6420 Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter around SCP-6420-1 must be guarded at all times. Any civilians entering the area should be turned away and informed that SCP-6420-1 is hazardous and unstable. The cadaver of Tal Kinigl, is to be kept in cold storage at Auxiliary Research Facility-19. When brought into Foundation custody, SCP-6420-2 should be placed in high-security humanoid containment1. Two instances of SCP-6420-3 should be held in separate, high-security animal containment cells, and fed orchard hay and flies daily. A cadaver of an SCP-6420-3 instance should be contained in safe cold storage. Any SCP-6420-3 instances not found in Foundation custody are to be incinerated. Description: SCP-6420 is the collective designation for a series of anomalies located inside and in the area of a dilapidated house in rural Michigan. SCP-6420-1 is the former residence of Tal Kinigl and Isa Kinigl. Tal Kinigl is a human cadaver presently afflicted by an instance of SCP-6420-3. SCP-6420-2 is a living humanoid afflicted by SCP-6420-3.2 Instances of SCP-6420-3 are parasitic kits3 bearing genomic and phenotypical commonalities with lagomorphae4 and arachnea.5 SCP-6420-3 are ~0.7 cm in length. When placed on the back of the neck of a sapient humanoid, SCP-6420-3 bites and burrows through the neck into the subject's brainstem. Reaching the pituitary gland, SCP-6420-3 excretes an unknown hormone. Discovery: On 2021/02/17 agents Joseph Królik and Mackenzie "Macky" Coinín investigated SCP-6420-1 after the Foundation detected low Hume levels in the area. Investigation Log 2021/02/17 Location: SCP-6420-1 Investigators: Agents Joseph and Macky <Begin Log> [Image is of a two-story house in the countryside. Large firs have grown through the house. White rabbits hop outside the building. Snow lightly falls.] Macky: They weren't kidding about the rabbits. Joseph: Do you not like rabbits? Macky: I like rabbits but sometimes they can be disturbing. [They step up to the house. The rabbits do not move, but watch the agents. There's evidence of forced entry. Joseph notices something on the ground outside the door.] [Joseph picks up two small objects, later identified as a mezuzah6and a hamsa7.] [Joseph takes a deep breath as he steps inside. The agents turn their flashlights on as they enter.] Macky: (whispers) Hail Mary, full of grace— [Macky and Joseph put on their infrared goggles and switch their video feed. The agents enter into the main entryway. The stairway and hallways are barely visible due to the thickness of foliage and spiderwebs.] [Joseph pans the infrared camera across the entryway. Both hallways and the upstairs show groups of rabbit heat signatures.] [Extraneous footage removed.] [The agents reach the second floor. Snow falls from holes in the ceiling. The agents see fresh large tracks and follow. It leads to an open door with a large heat signature. As they approach, the heat signature takes the shape of an upright rabbit. The hinges on the door are dislodged and broken. Macky turns her infrared off before entering the room. She peers her head inside.] [The room is lit from an outside window. The window is smashed in by a tree branch. Snow banks grow in the room as the blizzard approaches.] [SCP-6420-2 is in the corner hunched over a dead body later identified as Tal Kinigl. SCP-6420-2 covers its face with humanoid hands.] [Macky indicates to Joseph to follow her into the room.] Macky: Hello, bunny. SCP-6420-2: (soft whimpers) Macky: It's okay bunny, can you understand me? SCP-6420-2: (shakes and whimpers) [Joseph follows behind Macky.] Macky: We aren't going to hurt you, if you can understand us, we want to ask you a fe- SCP-6420-2: (thumps loudly) [Macky and Joseph freeze. A minute passes before a responding thump shakes the house. Guttural honking8 is recorded.] [The agents turn toward the door, the camera reveals multiple rabbits staring.] [There is loud hissing behind Macky. SCP-6420-2 pounces. Macky screams as she wrestles with SCP-6420-2 in the snow drifts. The rabbits outside the door lunge at Joseph. He kicks and bats them away while retrieving his gun.] [Macky's camera falls into the snow bank during the struggle. It records SCP-6420-2 ripping Macky's rosary from her neck. Joseph fires his gun at the rabbits who regroup and make an attempt to lunge again.] [Macky screams as SCP-6420-2 shoves a kit into the base of her neck. Joseph turns around and kicks SCP-6420-2 off of Macky. He manages to shoot the anomaly in the thigh as it jumps out of the open window.] Joseph: Macky!? [She is unresponsive and Joseph picks her up] [His camera shows a red and purple indent at the base of her neck, a pink polyp sticks out. He removes his field knife and tries to remove the polyp. Hissing comes from behind him. He replaces his knife for his gun and heads toward the window.] Joseph: Shit. (slings Macky over shoulder) [He looks over at the window, shoots at the approaching rabbits and runs to the window. He looks down, part of the first story roof is under the window sill.] [Blood trails off the roof and toward the front of the house. He crawls out of the window, balancing himself and Macky. He follows SCP-6420-2's tracks to the side of the house.] [Joseph jumps off the roof, bracing himself and Macky for impact. Macky rolls over in the snow and Joseph lays on his back. The snow fall has picked up. He curses as he stands and picks up Macky. Rabbits jump from the roof. Joseph moans with pain as he runs toward the car.] [The hissing and guttural honking grow louder. Joseph turns around and sees the rabbits a few meters away from him and Macky. He draws out his gun and shoots a few of the sprinting rabbits. It scares the oncoming horde long enough for him to close the gap to the car. Wind and snow pick up as the stormfront approaches their area. Vision is obscured.] [Sounds of labored breathing. The car door opening and slamming.] Joseph: (yelling) It'll be OK Macky. [Car engine turns over and the sound of wheels are heard as Joseph drives off.] [Macky’s abandoned camera feed continues for another hour until buried by the snow drift. During that time it records rabbits binkying9 and playing in the snow.] <End Log> Through cooperation with Agent Mackenzie Coinín, crucial observations were made to the stages of SCP-6420-3 symptoms and infection. Below are logs recorded by Agent Coinín during the infection stages and post-operation. Agent Mackenzie Coinín's Logs 2021/02/18 14:08 I woke up in a hospital bed. They informed me that I had been attacked and infected by SCP-6420-2 but I barely remember investigating the house with Joseph. My head feels light and I'm dizzy. I touched the back of my neck and felt the scab the critter left. Researcher Davis came into the room and gave me this laptop. He requested that I keep a daily log of my activities and thoughts. Well my thought is that this sucks. I mean, there's a lot more to it than that. I might be in shock. The last thing I remember is climbing the stairs with Joseph. The laptop isn't connected to the internet. I'm bored so I looked for games on the laptop. I like chess, and that's the only game on it I like. 2021/02/19 22:01 My skin has been really itchy and dry. I told the medical staff this and they gave me some lotion. It helps a little. We don't know what the symptoms of the infection are so… this could be part of it? 2021/02/20 01:08 The hair on my arm has gotten longer and it grows in thick patches. I'm trying not to itch myself or pick at the hairs by instead playing chess and writing. I forgot how incredibly bad I am at chess. 03:06 The itching is unbearable and I'm typing this to complain about it. I'm also attempting to ignore it. I scratched so hard an hour ago that I bled. Staff patched it up and is monitoring me. They might have to tie my hands up, the itchiness is… indescribable. 2021/02/20 06:28 Staff had to strap me to my bed while the hair fur grew in the rest of the way. I'm only typing this now because the itchiness has finally stopped. To keep my mind off of the hare I'm goin play chess! Get it? Hare! I know I'm slowly turning into some horrible critter but I still need to laugh! 07:10 I can't focus on chess at the moment. I have a splitting headache, I touched the back of my head and found two bumps. I'm going to start crying. I alerted staff and Researcher Davis inspected my head. He said he wanted to minimize my pain, but that since they don't know what's going to happen he's cautious about it. 2021/02/20 07:43 I can hear bugs scurrying inside the walls. The sound echos in my skull. I'm trying to ignore the ears. I'm trying to ignore the ears. But I can't ignore it. I can hear everything. I can hear the staff outside talking about other anomalies and I can hear them talking about me. They sound so cold. I'm just another one of these freak critters we box up… I've been working here for a few years and I know what I signed up for but did I really know what I signed up for? I couldn't have imagined… Oh God, I have a headache again. 2021/02/22 14:10 My mouth started bleeding and I held teeth in my hands as they pushed out of my skull. I screamed. New teeth split through my gums. Staff arrived. I don't know what Davis expects me to type. I don't know what's going on and I'm scared. 2021/02/22 17:12 it shard to keep my eyes open im overwhelemed by the sight and the light in the room. my face is numb but it wasnt a little while ago haha, they gave me morphine. i dont know what davis wants me to type at this point?? whats going on with me? my face is fucking different, when it grew it felt like my nose was pushed out of my face. but my eyes, my fucking eyes. hot searing pain down the sides of my skull and when my eyes readjusted? the pain was cold and bloomed from where they moved to im certain i look like one of the critters now but i can t really think about it. i asked staff why joseph isnt visiting me, they said that he doesnt have the clearance at this point well fuck protocols right? 2021/02/23 14:01 i tried to ask staff to play music or something in my room, i cant speak and when i realized this i screamed. when i heard staff arrivied i typed "i cant speak". davis came and did a quick test. im bored, i cant see, i cant speak i requested that i have some music in my room 2021/02/23 20:34 i heard bones cracking and sinew and and nerves stretch— the pain ached and was fire and ice— i vageuly remember falling off the bed and shouting from staff. i woke up with a numb feeling in my legs. they dont feel right. davis calmly informed me that my legs are like rabbit hnd quarters. i dont have any comments about this, my body still aches, im still hooked to drip morphine, i still cant speak and i cant see anything. i dont want to think about the pain. i know davis needs my to type but jesus, mary, and joseph i cant describe it!!!! 2021/02/27 15:27 my abdoman is swollen and feels like an icicle was jammed into it. im bored and cant keep my mind off of the pain ive never felt pain like this staff took a look and i could hear them out in the hallway the results of the MRI is en egg sac growing in my stomach, or my abdoman, or wahtever lower intensitnes??i cant cry anymore im too tired im going to nap and ill write more later 2021/04/15 23:11 i was in a dark, gray ocean. salt was on my lips as i swam towards the surface but i couldnt breach, i suffocated and woke up in a blinding white room. it was cold. i heard joseph's voice and a silloute of a rabbit stood in front of me in the blinding light. i heard joesph's voice again and i woke up again. i felt the rough, warm hospital sheets, and joseph saying "shes woken up! she's woken up!" he asked me how i felt. im still mute he realized this and got me the laptop… i cried and told him that i dont know what happened or where i was …im in an intensive care wing in arf 19 and davis' research team performed operation to remove the egg sac joseph said i was out for a month and a half. he's glad that im alive but i cant stop crying. i'd rather be dead than be this More from fairydoctor Close me! SCPs: SCP Created Rating Comments Length SCP-6420 25 May 2021 20:59 106 25 15512 SCP-5561 08 Jul 2021 20:30 68 48 17183 page 1 of 3123next » Foundation Tales: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Prose Bot and Perseverance 24 Mar 2021 02:56 30 1 7667 Daisy the Clown 29 Mar 2021 22:23 32 5 5156 page 1 of 7123...67next » Footnotes 1. The search for SCP-6420-2 is ongoing as of 2021/04/15. 2. The identity of SCP-6420-2 is conjectured to be Isa Kinigl. 3. Baby rabbits. 4. Order consisting of rabbits, hares and pika. 5. Order including spiders. 6. A small cylinder that contains a Jewish prayer. Usually affixed to doorposts. 7. An image of a hand, with an eye in the center. This image is traditionally considered a token of protection. 8. Rabbits are known on occasion to honk when they are excited or upset. 9. A twist in mid-jump. This behavior indicates a happy rabbit. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6420" by fairydoctor, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6421 | esoteric-class | by NDHeckfire Item#: SCP-6421 Level3 Containment Class: chesed Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Site-820 Director Tiera Uriarte Dr. Ulises Velazquez MTF Twilight-23 ("As below, so above") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:1 At this time, proper and complete containment of SCP-6421 has been restricted due to the BREAKNECK Agreement, originally devised by the Chilean presidential government, the Global Occult Coalition (GOC), and the SCP Foundation. According to the guidelines of the Agreement, any individuals (who are not currently affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard) wanting to enter the borders of Chile are to undergo a Class-III Memetic Inoculation Procedure, disguised as a newly-implemented cognitive-behavioral test examination. Operative agents of MTF Twilight-23 are to patrol areas and/or locations that possess a high-probability of an instance of SCP-6421-A appearing. Each operative is to be equipped with a standard-issue SCRAMBLE goggles2, to mitigate SCP-6421-A's effect. If an instance is ever discovered, it is to be immediately taken down and incinerated. As per the GOC's stipulation of the Agreement, if at any moment that the number of human subjects affected by SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard reaches over the current population of Chile (presently 17574003 individuals)3 or if the SCP-6421 phenomenon has started to occur in countries other than Chile, all associated parties are to properly carry out Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS (See Addendum 6421.5 for more information). An instance of SCP-6421-A. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6421 is the designation given to an anomalous phenomenon that initially started in the year 2017, affecting multiple types of billboards and posters that are primarily or currently located in Chile. These affected billboards and posters, designated as SCP-6421-A instances, usually depict a photo or an artwork of the fictional Marvel Comics character, Spiderman, as being the current President of the Republic of Chile. Instances of SCP-6421-A contains a cognitohazardous property, where any human subjects directly viewing them will come to believe that Spiderman is the current President of the Republic of Chile, and will usually ignore all pronouncements or evidence that states otherwise. Class-A Amnestics has been proven to be effective in mitigating SCP-6421-A's effect. However, large doses of amnestics are needed to properly accomplish this, thus the likelihood of subjects experiencing painful migraines, cerebral hemorrhaging, and permanent brain damage is dangerously high. Subjects affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard for a long period of time, usually from 3 to 4 days, have been noted to experience a drastic behavioral change. Prolonged observation of these subjects has revealed that the behavior change includes: Being more involved in ceremonies and/or events that are meant to improve patriotism among residents in Chile, Having increase fascination in state and governmental affairs revolving around Chile, Becoming unusually more compliant with any law, bylaw, or state ordinance passed by any governmental body within Chile. It is estimated that over 2.3% of the global population is affected by SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard. ADDENDUM 6421.1: Experiment Log Experiment 6421-01 Date: 03/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-2844), who has a basic knowledge of Marvel's Spiderman and the country Chile. Observations: As expected, D-2844 presently believes the fact that Spiderman is the current president of Chile. Conclusions: N/A Experiment 6421-02 Date: 03/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-7277), who has no prior knowledge of the country Chile but has a basic understanding of Marvel's Spiderman. Observations: D-7277 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of a small country located somewhere in South America. Analysis: When D-7277 was given a map of South America and was asked to show the current location of where he thinks the country that was previously mentioned is located, he failed to do so. Conclusions: SCP-6421-A seems to only affect the perception of absurdity of the subjects, but doesn't seem to be capable of altering the subject's current knowledge of the absurdity. See next experiment. Experiment 6421-03 Date: 04/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-5887), who has no prior knowledge of the Marvel franchise but possesses basic knowledge of the country Chile. Observations: Despite the subject's lack of knowledge, D-5887 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of Chile. When D-5887 was asked to describe Spiderman, he was capable of giving a basic description and the classic backstory of Spiderman. Analysis: When D-5887 was asked to name other fictional characters from the Marvel franchise, he failed to do so. Conclusions: SCP-6421-A seems to be capable of altering the current knowledge of Spiderman of a subject. This seems to directly contradict the previous experiment. Experiment 6421-04 Date: 04/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-4837), who has no prior knowledge of neither the Marvel franchise nor the country Chile. Observations: Despite the subject's lack of knowledge, D-4837 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of a small country located somewhere in South America. Conclusions: This experiment seems to show that SCP-6421-A is capable of altering the subject's current knowledge of Spiderman, but can't seem to affect the subject's knowledge of the country Chile. ADDENDUM 6421.2: Interview Log The following is an interview conducted to properly study and research the mindset of a human subject affected by SCP-6421's cognitohazard. Interviewed: Ramiro Beltram, a human adult male currently living in Santiago, Chile. Interviewer: Dr. Ulises Velazquez Foreword: This interview has been translated from Spanish. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Velazquez: Alright, we can officially begin. My name is Dr. Ulises Velazquez and I'm here with our subject, Ramiro Beltram. Thank you for agreeing to volunteer for this interview, Mr. Beltram. Mr. Beltram: Oh, it's fine. Always happy to help. Dr. Velazquez: So, we're just going to ask you some questions, and you may answer to the best of your abilities. Mr. Beltram: Alright. Dr. Velazquez: Great. (Pauses) So, the first question; Do you believe the fact that Spiderman is the current president of your country? Mr. Beltram: Umm, yeah, obviously. Everybody knows that. Dr. Velazquez: As in, Spiderman? From Marvel Comics? Mr. Beltram: Yes, that Spiderman. Dr. Velazquez: Are you sure? Mr. Beltram: Positive, yeah. Dr. Velazquez: So you believe that a fictional superhero character created by a comics company for entertainment is right now running your country? Mr. Beltram: Well, you don't have to make it sound stupid. Dr. Velazquez: W-what do you mean by "stupid"? The only reason why it sounds "stupid" is how you can actually believe such an absurd concept! Mr. Beltram: Hey! Just because both of us have different political views is not an excuse for you to be rude, alright? Dr. Velazquez: Different political views? What are you on about? Spiderman is not real! He's fictional! Mr. Beltram: Fictionality doesn't have anything to do with real-world politics. It's all about bravery, commitment, and a true sense of justice. Whether it's fiction or not is something we, the citizens, can look over because it's not important. Dr. Velazquez: …Okay, so you're saying fictionality is irrelevant? So it's entirely possible for, let's say, Darth Vader to be properly elected by the people as the President of the United States of America? Mr. Beltram: Of course not! Darth Vader's not real. And besides, who in the right mind would vote for him in the first place? (Silence on recording.) Dr. Velazquez: You're a son of a- <END LOG> Closing Statement: Other interviews conducted with different individuals affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard has yielded somewhat similar results with the preceded interview. ADDENDUM 6421.3: Discovery On 04/05/2017, Foundation Agent Brionna Torres was visiting her mother and little sister in Santiago, Chile during her 2-week work vacation. Before this, Agent Torres's mother and sister has both been affected with an instance of SCP-6421-A, unbeknownst to Agent Torres. Agent Torres noticed that her sister was drawing a picture depicting Spiderman wearing a suit with the words "Presidenta de Chile"4 captioned below the drawing. When Agent Torres asked what the significance of the drawing was, her sister looked at her with confusion. Agent Torres then asked her mother regarding the circumstance, but she also was confused with Agent Torres's question. As per the Foundation Agent Regulation-274H5, Agent Torres immediately reported her situation to personnel from Provisional Site-820, with two Foundation field agents being sent in to investigate. The agents in question, Field Analyst Aurkena Crespo and Marcos Rana, reported that they first interviewed multiple individuals living closely with Agent Torres's mother, with almost all of them sharing the same perception of Spiderman being the President of Chile. They first reported that the possible anomaly might be a memetic absurdity perceptive contagion. The agents then contacted multiple highly-trained Foundation memeticists to investigate the situation further. On 26/05/2017, multiple Foundation personnel were reported to be affected with the "memetic contagion". After this was known, Memetic Quarantine Site-HF645 was immediately erected 10 kilometers from the city of Santiago, Chile. During this, the Overseer Council has classified the current situation as a Stage-III Threat to Normalcy. Multiple neutralization efforts were underway. The Global Occult Coalition somehow became aware of the situation in Chile and attempted to aid Foundation personnel in successfully neutralizing the anomaly, with them offering a large number of their paratechnological equipment to the Foundation. However, the actual current president of Chile, Michelle Bachelet, halted all of the Foundation and the GOC's operations. When President Bachelet was informed of the memetic anomaly affecting multiple residents of Santiago and the importance of the neutralization efforts, she arranged a formal discussion with Director Jean Karlyle Aktus (Foundation Head of the Department of External Affairs) and General Konstantin Mulhausen (GOC External Operations Chief). The results of the discussion can be seen in Addendum 6421.4. ADDENDUM 6421.4: Discussion Log The following is a transcript of a discussion initially conducted by President Michelle Bachelet, with Foundation Director Aktus and Coalition General Mulhausen present. This session was held within President Bachelet's private presidential office. <BEGIN LOG> Director Aktus: -kay for us to record this session, Mrs. President? For recordkeeping reasons? President Bachelet: Sure, of course. Only so you boys can be reminded to teach yourselves a lesson or two on some manners. Like asking for some direct permission from someone before you go trying to quarantine their capital state. General Mulhausen: Sorry for not informing you earlier, Mrs. President, but it was a sudden decision. President Bachelet: Yes, I've already read some of your reports on the situation. Something about a… "memetic absurdity perceptive contagion"? Director Aktus: That's what our friends from Site-43 can deduce for now. Basically, the contagion somehow alters the human perception of thought, and introduces to them certain absurd concepts that will somehow make an individual accept it as normal baseline reality. There's also evidence of a progressive behavioral change, but we're still looking into that. General Mulhausen: This contagion has affected a large number of residents of Santiago, and verified reports have revealed that other individuals from multiple other major cities in Chile are also affected. President Bachelet: Huh, I guess that means it works. (Silence on recording.) Director Aktus: …Uhh, ma'am, what do you mean by "it works"? General Mulhausen: Do you have other information you're not telling us regarding the anomaly? President Bachelet: Of course I do! I'm the one that technically created "the anomaly". (Long silence on recording.) General Mulhausen: You… created the anomaly? President Bachelet: I technically created the anomaly. Emphasize on technically. Director Aktus: W-where? When? How? Why? President Bachelet: Woah, slow down there. I made an anomaly, not time traveled. General Mulhausen: Mrs. President, have you maybe created this anomaly by purpose or by accident? Is it possible that you were under the influence of another individual? President Bachelet: I assure you, General, I was of sound mind and body when the anomaly is created. Director Aktus: B-but why? It doesn't make sense! President Bachelet: Let me ask you gentleman a question; When's the last time you've heard someone truthfully and honestly say that they would die for their own country? That they would sacrifice everything; their friends, their family; for the good of their country? (A few seconds of silence.) President Bachelet: Exactly. No one cares about that anymore. Now people only do it because we said they have to do it. They're not doing it voluntarily or willingly anymore. Liberty and autonomy are completely lackluster, to everyone on this whole goddamn planet. Patriotism is dead. But, I've decided that my country will not be that way. A whole new path has shown and presented me the true road towards true freedom and liberation. I have promised myself that Chile will not fall prey to the treachery that is unwillingness. General Mulhausen: How did you manage to achieve that? Did you have help? President Bachelet: I very much did. I contacted a very old friend of mine from London, some fellow named Penrose. I saved his business from some legal trouble a while back in 2007, so he owes me big time. Anyway, I enlisted his help and told him of my predicament. He contacted another acquaintance of his, whom I can't remember the name of at the moment. I think he was some fellow who was named after a planet or something. Anyway, he was more of an expert in these kinds of things. They explained that the only way for it to properly work is that the people need to believe in something else. Something completely different. Something that isn't real. Something entirely… fictional. Director Aktus: And you chose Spiderman? Why? President Bachelet: Why not? He is a great example of a great and true leader. He has the bravery to risk his life for other people, the commitment of not stopping to save lives because of his own misfortunes, and a true sense of justice in fighting crime. He is the equivalent of how a leader should properly act. Sure, he has clashed with hardships over the years of his life. Girlfriends die, family members killed, and yet, he's still keeping on believing that the world could be better. Director Aktus: …Huh, I see… General Mulhausen: But, Mrs. President, what will happen to your position within the UN Council? It would certainly cause some political disputes and problems. You can't represent yourself and the Republic of Chile as a fictional character. President Bachelet: Don't forget, General, I am still the actual President of Chile. I shall represent myself as normal and through standard protocol. General Mulhausen: …Of course. I shall bring this new discovery to the proper PSYCHE Division. Director Aktus: I suppose I too shall bring this to the Overseers, and probably see what they say. I must admit, this situation is very… different and complicated, even for the Foundation. President Bachelet: I'm sure the O5s and the 108 will understand. General Mulhausen: Well, thank you, Mrs. President, for properly arranging this discussion on behalf of both of our organizations. I shall now take my leave. Director Aktus: Although, I do have one more question, Mrs. President; How did you spread this anomaly? Did you have a "Patient Zero"? Are you the "Patient Zero"? President Bachelet: (Chuckles) You still think this is a "memetic contagion"? Director Aktus: Uhh… President Bachelet: Have you noticed any difference with the billboards, Director? Director Aktus: Oh. <END LOG> Following this discussion, SCP-6421 was properly discovered and the BREAKNECK Agreement was quickly devised under the recommended guidelines of President Bachelet, Director Aktus, and General Mulhausen. The Agreement was then proposed to the GOC Council of 108, which was subsequently approved. It was then summarily proposed to the entirety of the Overseer Council, with the results seen below: O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Approve all of the proper guidelines, regulations, requirements, specifications, stipulations, and parameters proposed within the BREAKNECK Agreement to hopefully mitigate SCP-6421's threat to normalcy." (Dir. Aktus) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED NOTES: Some of the Agreement's guidelines has been edited and properly updated accordingly to incorporate Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS. ADDENDUM 6421.5: Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS Location: Provisional Site-820 Date: 22/08/2017 Individuals Present: Foundation Director Jean Karlyle Aktus and GOC General Konstantin Mulhausen <BEGIN LOG> General Mulhausen: It's been a long time since I've been in an actual Foundation site. Lotta things has changed, though. Too bad I wasn't there to see this organization grow. Director Aktus: Yeah? And who's fault is that, I wonder? General Mulhausen: Don't ruin this for me, Jean. Director Aktus: Jesus, I still can't believe that they actually gave you fucking job in the goddamn Coalition, even after what you did to those villagers in Portugal, you ruthless, merciless son of a bitch. If the Committee existed back then, your ass would be full of lead. General Mulhausen: I'm a changed man now, Jean. I'm different from… before. Director Aktus: Cut the bullshit, Mulhausen. Are you gonna tell me why you wanted me to arrange this whole discussion in the first place? General Mulhausen: I wanted to talk about the current protocols for SCP-6421. You and I both know that the creation of the Agreement is not enough to limit the anomaly in itself. Someday, one way or another, it will affect other countries, and then we'll have a bigger problem on our hands. Director Aktus: So, do you have a plan of some sort? General Mulhausen: I do, infact. General Mulhausen reaches into his coat and produces a file folder documentation and hands it to Director Aktus. Director Aktus receives it and slowly opens, before reading it thoroughly. Director Aktus: You're planning on making an… antimeme? General Mulhausen: Yes. Unfortunately, the GOC doesn't have the proper resources to create an effective antimeme, but I'm sure Wheeler from the Antimemetics Division is very much capable. Director Aktus: The Foundation has an Antimemetics Division? General Mulhausen: The antimeme would feature an anti-cognitohazard that would cause any that perceive it to forget the entire existence of Spiderman from the Marvel franchise. In case of a breach from SCP-6421, we'll deploy the antimeme to every government, news organization, and anomalous agency on the planet. Once the job is finished, the antimeme would be installed to itself a mnemonic self-eradication perceptor, so it would destroy itself so the only people who would remember Spiderman are the only the 108 Council and the Overseers. Director Aktus: Okay, if that is achievable, what about the movies? The games? The merchandises? General Mulhausen: The antimeme will take care of that, I'm sure. Director Aktus: You've really thought about this through, haven't you? General Mulhausen: I always do, Jean. Director Aktus: (Clears throat) I do notice that you haven't given this a name yet. General Mulhausen: Yeah, I'm still thinking about that. Director Aktus: Well, since this is an attempt to finally and completely destroy Spiderman, what about… "Green Octavius"? General Mulhausen: Heh, nice. <END LOG> As of 02/09/2017, the antimemetic proposed by General Mulhausen was successfully created by the Foundation Antimemetics Division. It is currently stored within a secured and encrypted file server located in Provisional Site-820, that can only be accessed by the GOC Council of 108 and the Overseer Council. Footnotes 1. Chesed: Containment and control of the anomaly greatly affect the internal affairs of the organization related to the item. The anomaly is now co-contained by the Foundation and associated organizations. 2. SCRAMBLE goggles, originally developed by Dr. Daniel Oleksi, are a device used by the Foundation that is capable of filtering out memetic and/or cognitohazards from the perception of the viewer. However, prolonged use of the SCRAMBLE goggles will result in it slowly malfunctioning. 3. This number will update accordingly with the current birth-rate and death-rate of the human population of Chile by the Foundation Department of Analytics. 4. Translated from Spanish: President of Chile. 5. Section H-274 of the Foundation Agent Regulation: All personnel are to contact the nearest Foundation site if they were ever to experience an anomalous and/or paranormal event or occurrence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6421" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6421. Licensed under CC-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: poster.jpg Name: File:Spiderman Presidente.jpg Author: Rocío Mantis License: Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Spiderman_Presidente.jpg |
SCP-6422 | keter | Item#: 6422 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: MTF Zeta-7 "Marriage Counselling" has been posted on the perimeter of Site 337. Zeta-7 reserves the right to turn away or imprison any tresspassers on sight. The 'danger region' of SCP-6422 is to be updated regularly. Access to the chamber containing SCP-6422 by more than one individual at a time is prohibited. The Primary Research Facility (PRF) is built directly on top of the cave containing SCP-6422. Personnel at the PRF are to be kept to a minimum at all times. All non-active personnel must remain in their quarters until they begin working or evacuate the premises immediately. Personnel on-site are expected to perform multiple tasks outside of their stated duties, including but not limited to janitorial duties and supply delivery in an effort to minimize personnel on-site. A psychologist must be present on-site at all times. All work shifts at Site 337 will begin with a mandatory psychological evaluation. In the event that the psychologist on-site deems any individual unfit to begin their shift they are to return to their chambers immediately. All work in which more than one individual must be present must be conducted in the presence of a psychologist. The psychologist is not allowed to speak to any personnel for the duration of the shift except in the event of signs of uncontrolled heightened aggression between present staff, in which case they are authorized to use any tactics up to and including a provided tranquilizer gun to isolate affected parties. Investigation into the ruins surrounding SCP-6422 is prohibited at this time. All instances of SCP-6422-1 which are found alive are to be detained immediately for questioning. Description: SCP-6422 is a cylindrical obelisk measuring approximately ten meters in height, tapering in diameter from the bottom to the top. SCP-6422 is comprised primarily of polished granite from the surrounding mountain range. Within the structure of the granite are several intrusions containing the wood of various tree species endemic to the region. The cells within the wood material are living, despite no obvious source of sustenance. Micro-structural analysis of the cells suggests that at some point during the creation of the obelisk, the cells rapidly flooded in through the base of the obelisk, acting as a viscous liquid. SCP-6422 is contained within a circular cave approximately ███ meters above sea level in a remote region of the Altai Mountains in Siberia. The inside of the cave is temperate at all times of year, even though there is a horizontal entrance and a natural skylight in the roof of the cave. Within this cave exist several flora and fungi species with anomalous properties1. It is possible for an individual to become 'attuned' to SCP-6422, at which point they begin manifesting the anomalous capacity to alter the shape, function, and structure of living plant matter around them. They are henceforth designated as SCP-6422-1. It is currently unknown how exactly this attunement process is accomplished, though several theories have been proposed. Selected instances of this power becoming manifest are documented in Addendum 2. All instances of SCP-6422-1 have been terminated or are currently unaccounted for. SCP-6422's secondary anomalous effects manifest when there are two or more people in close proximity within a region labeled the 'danger region' which currently spans a circular region of approximately 5 kilometers centered on SCP-6422. When two individuals within the 'danger region' engage in any conversation, verbal or nonverbal, the probability that the conversation will drift towards a topic in which the two will disagree appears to increase substantially. Upon reaching a disagreement, the two conversants will become fixated on the disagreement, escalating in conversational aggression, until finally both conversants engage in physical violence until one or both parties have collapsed or expired. The 'danger region' is currently expanding at a rate of approximately █ meters per day. The rate at which the 'danger region' expands appears to increase considerably if conflict is occurring within the 'danger region', and has been observed traveling in excess of ████ meters per day. Research into the conditions which control the expansion of the 'danger region' are considered a top-level priority. Within the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 exists the abandoned remains of an anomalous civilization which made extensive use of SCP-6422 for various purposes. The remains suggest the civilization used the powers of SCP-6422 for structural, agricultural, and religious ends which were heavily incorporated into daily activities. Addenda Testing Logs and Supplementary Documents + Addendum 1: Notable Tests and Events Pertaining to SCP-6422 - Close Document Addendum 1: Notable Tests and Events Pertaining to SCP-6422 Incident/Test Label Conditions of Incident/Test Incident/Test Results Test-6422-01 A remotely piloted drone with various sampling equipment was sent into the chamber containing SCP-6422 No ill effect was observed on the unmanned drone. Material properties of SCP-6422 were established. A condensed list of observed collected species can be found in Addendum 2. Test-6422-02 A single D-Class was instructed to enter the cave and remain there for one week. At several points during this period, the D-Class is instructed to consume several anomalous plant species which were independently determined to be safe for consumption. No behavioral ill-effects were observed for the entire duration. All consumed plant species had expected effects based on previous laboratory analysis. Test-6422-03 Two D-class were instructed to walk towards the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 and begin conversation. At roughly ████ meters from SCP-6422, the two D-Class rapidly changed subjects to a discussion on sports. The discussion rapidly deteriorated over the course of one minute into ad hominem, before abruptly erupting into physical conflict, at which point the two D-Class were tranquilized. Test-6422-04 Identical to Test-6422-03, performed within fifteen minutes of Test-6422-03. Results identical to Test-6422-03, except it is noted that the 'danger region' had expanded by roughly █ meters, more than the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 expands on a typical day. Incident-6422-02 A small construction crew was brought into the chamber containing SCP-6422. The goal of the crew was to remove SCP-6422 from its current position into a more manageable position at a dedicated site. The crew was instructed not to speak and is to be guided through earpieces connected from a safe distance. The crew were initially unsuccessful in moving SCP-6422, appearing to encounter a root system which rapidly regenerated upon physical damage. A proposal was made by a remote operative over earpiece to alter the removal plan, to which one member of the crew appeared to nod. Immediately after this, a second member of the crew non-verbally signaled disapproval, at which point the two crew members engaged in a small nonverbal disagreement which evolved into a melee involving two-thirds of the crew. After the combat had finished, all surviving crew members were instructed to remain in place as a task force was sent to collect the construction crew. Total casualties: 4. Test-6422-05 An unmanned drone equipped with a saw blade made of an anomalously hardened and strengthened steel alloy was tasked with the uprooting of SCP-6422. The drone was unsuccessful in removing SCP-6422 from its position; the saw blade became ineffectively dull after less than eight minutes of continuous use. Test-6422-06 After collecting propagatable samples from all plant species in the cave, several C4 charges were planted at the base of SCP-6422, with consideration given to minimize damage to SCP-6422. After the detonation of the charges, SCP-6422 was successfully wrested from the ground. The anomalous properties of SCP-6422 did not abate. Over the course of the subsequent week, a new instance of SCP-6422 grew in the place of the previous one. The separated SCP-6422 possessed no detectable anomalous properties.2 - Close Document + Addendum 2: An Abridged Inventory of Plant and Fungus Species Found Within SCP-6422 - Close Document Addendum 2: An Abridged Inventory of Plant and Fungus Species Found Within SCP-6422 Location of Recovery Plant Classification/Closest Relative Name Altered or Anomalous Properties Note: A total of 179 identified species which have not been altered to an anomalous degree have been removed for reading convenience. A total of 39 plants which have been altered to an anomalous degree but are not of research interest at this time have also been removed. SCP-6422 Chamber Sphagnum Sp./"Sphagnum Moss" Plant possesses a perimeter beyond which it does not grow. Removing moss from within the perimeter causes the moss to rapidly regenerate, refilling the perimeter. Pouring ash on the moss causes the moss to no longer regenerate on that region. Likewise, spores which have germinated on ground intentionally covered in a layer of clay dust will become a new perimeter. SCP-6422 Chamber Asplenium Sp./"Spleenwort" Plant leaves are circular instead of oblong as in other genus members. Leaves are very easy to separate from stem. Leaves contain compound with similar structure and effects to morphine, but with anomalously enhanced oral uptake and decreased onset of action. SCP-6422 Chamber Amanita Sp./"Fly Agaric" Mushroom cap contains a mix of blue and green dyes which stain the oral cavity upon consumption. Mushroom has no poisonous or psychoactive traits but instead contain various simple sugars and precursors to allyl isothiocyanate, granting the mushrooms a flavor profile which has been described by test subjects as "candied wasabi". Mushroom has been observed growing on nutrient poor soils including sand, concrete, and shredded plastic. Fields Surrounding SCP-6422 Carex Sp./"Carnation Sedge" Two different varieties have been identified, one with the upper flower enlarged and a vestigial lower flower, and one with an enlarged lower flower and vestigial upper flower. The upper flower on the former may be processed easily into a sort of flour and the lower flower on the latter is edible off of the stem, with an "undescribable sweet taste (sic)". Both are anomalously calorically dense. When [REDACTED] in the presence of several instances of SCP-6422-1, [REDACTED]. SCP-6422 Archaeological Sites 1,2,3a,3b Various Sp./Mix of "Silver Birch", "Siberian Larch", "Siberian Pine" Every remaining building in the area surrounding SCP-6422 appears to be constructed of a graft of several tree species, all living. All walkable surfaces appear to be comprised of buffed, lacquered silver birch, while all walls are constructed of Siberian larch. All window frames appear to be made of Siberian Pine which has been altered significantly; the sap produced by the trees is clear and rapidly cures upon contact with air into a glassy substance which comprises the windows. The byproduct of this curing is a volatile liquid which is odorless but appears to possess insecticidal properties. The structures generated in this manner range from simpler houses to complex and multi-storied housing. Site 3b possesses a now defunct watermill. The details of the construction of these buildings are largely unknown. - Close Document + Addendum 3: Catalog of Testing Requests by Date - Close Document Addendum 3: Catalog of Testing Requests by Date Date of Request/Requestor Nature of Request Verdict on Request/Reasoning Note: Dr. Johnathan ███ is no longer permitted to make testing requests. Dr ███ has been transferred off of Site 337 and may not be returned to Site 337. -Director Rayleigh 04/22/20██; Dr. Brich Permission to collect samples from within SCP-6422's chamber using unmanned drone. Granted. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/01/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to begin human testing with SCP-6422 Granted. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/09/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to make documentation of botanical species in SCP-6422 more comprehensive. Denied. The document is to only contain those species of potential use to the foundation. The files on-site are sufficient to catalog all species found. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/13/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 from the cave so that it may be placed somewhere convenient. Granted. A construction crew will be sent to the PRF this Wednesday. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/13/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to prepare an expedition exploring the ruins surrounding SCP-6422. Denied. Following the events of Incident-6422-01 and the initial cataloguing of all plant species within the area, it was determined that there is no utility in further expeditions into any SCP-6422 Archaeological Sites. Further exploration would be a waste of resources. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/15/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to test SCP-6422 on non-Foundation personnel Denied, with Prejudice. There is no logical mechanism by which SCP-6422 could change behavior when tested on non-Foundation personnel. This, alongside the severe ethical violations is sufficient grounds to have you removed from the project. Any more suggestions like this official or otherwise will get you removed from the project. I understand that you and I both want to get to the bottom of this, but you can't step out of line to do it. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/23/20██; Dr. Brich Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 with an unmanned drone. Granted. I have ordered stronger saw blades. You may begin retrofitting the drone when they arrive. -Site Dir. Rayleigh. 05/29/20██; Dr. Red Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 with targeted explosives. Granted, provided you can minimize damage to SCP-6422. Pay attention, people, fresh ideas like this are necessary on this project. -Site Dir. Rayleigh. 06/05/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to enter the region affected by SCP-6422 to scan for subterranean anomalies. Pending. - Close Document WARNING Unauthorized access of any documentation beyond this point is punishable by immediate apprehension and termination. Your location and date of access will be logged and will be used to determine guilt in the event of an information leak. _ + INPUT SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 5- Close File _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01, Presented in Chronological Order Through Documentation- Close Document The following document has been heavily edited to maintain a coherent narrative. Full documentation requests may be made to the Clerical Office of Site 337, at [REDACTED]. Incident-6422-01 began on 03/30/20██ when the following internal Russian Federation memo detailing an armed conflict between representatives of the ████████ Prospecting Company was intercepted by MTF Iota-10 "Damn Feds" operatives: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-001- Close Document Memo Acquired at 12:13 on 03/30/20██. Translated from Russian. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, The situation south of █████-███████ has deteriorated since the initial memo. ██████ internal offices have been contacted and no corporate officials have any knowledge of an "obelisk" as described by contacted ground personnel. An investigation has been opened up but due to the severity of ground fighting in the region further information is sparse. All necessary agencies will be updated upon evolution of the situation. - ███████ ████████, Economic Security Service3 A joint operation between Russian Federation Black Ops and a small amnestics team successfully halted the ongoing conflict. Several members of ██████ were interviewed, but ultimately no new information was revealed. All combatant parties were successfully amnesticized and all evidence of ██████'s claim to the area was removed from federal and corporate documentation. After a brief monologue with the Russian Federation, control of the site was transferred to the Foundation. It was discovered during the de-escalation period that the region surrounding SCP-6422 was occupied by an undocumented civilization of instances of SCP-6422-1. What minimal linguistic and genetic analysis that was performed during this period suggests an admixture of Turkic-speaking steppe peoples, ethnic Mongols, and an undescribed culture and genotype, likely originating in Siberia. Foundation linguists suggest that the undescribed culture may be ████████ in nature, meaning the earliest date of divergence is roughly 12██ CE. The language spoken by the locals was sufficiently similar to modern Mongolian for a pidgin to be constructed for communication. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-002- Close Document Recorded Interview Conducted at 16:33 on 04/01/20██. Translated from Mongolian. Dr. ███: Please state your name for the record. SCP-6422-1-1: My name is [SCP-6422-1-1]. Dr. ███: Thank you. SCP-6422-1-1: Would you like anything to eat or drink? Dr. ███: No, thank you. I was told by other people here that you would be able to tell me where your people came from. SCP-6422-1-1: Ah, of course. My family has been tasked with the preservation of the (Daekhiil) for {27 generations}. Shall I begin? Dr. ███: Please. SCP-6422-1-1 clears his throat. SCP-6422-1-1: {Long before} the time of (Daekhiil), the █████ walked the Earth. The █████ was cruel and had many heads. █████ was one time so large that she wrapped her tail around the ocean far to the east where she did battle with the ocean, and the mountains far to the west where she did battle with the {men of earth and metal}. █████ kept men in chains and performed acts of blood upon the ground with the blood of those men. However those heads of the █████ were made weak by her fighting. By {5 generations} before the (Daekhiil) the █████ had grown so weak from her wars that it had shrunken into a pit to the north and east of here. And then all at once the ocean to the east swallowed █████ whole. The blood of █████ mixed with the earth and the salt and water of the ocean and the (Daekhiil) was made {32 generations} ago from the {holy broth}. Dr. ███: This is how it happened? SCP-6422-1-1 chuckles. SCP-6422-1-1: If history were not made easy to tell then it would not be told. Perhaps some of the history is embellished. But the answer to your question is certainly mostly yes. Dr. ███: And you are the (Daekhiil)? SCP-6422-1-1: Yes. Well, not quite. There is more to the story. The people who comprise the (Daekhiil) were born from dirt and not from others so a {great promise} had to be created by them for it could not be inherited. So our forebearers said amongst themselves that they hold the following {great promise} in their hearts and share that {great promise} with their children. There is no mud greater than any other mud. No person may cast blood upon the earth as █████ did. The seeds of the earth may guide us and we may guide those seeds of the earth. There is no power of the (Daekhiil) that is a power of one person. To make the (Daekhiil) eternal the obelisk was made (Daekhiil) so that one piece exists in physical stone for all time. Dr. ███: So the obelisk is also the (Daekhiil)? SCP-6422-1-1: The obelisk is the (Daekhiil) and the {great promise} is the (Daekhiil) and the people of this town are the (Daekhiil). Anyone who does not possess all three is not (Daekhiil). There is a short pause. Dr. ███: What were to happen if these promises were broken? SCP-6422-1-1: All those who break the {grand promise} of the (Daekhiil) may not commune with the obelisk of the (Daekhiil) until they have atoned. Periods of hardship usually follow such a transgression. Dr. ███: And how does one atone? SCP-6422-1-1: Atonement can only be done by sharing the (Daekhiil) as a gift to those who have never received the (Daekhiil). Some transgressions require sharing with only one other person. Some require many. Dr. ███: Alright, thank you for your time. SCP-6422-1-1: Likewise. Please visit any time. End interview. After primary reconnaissance on the nature of the anomaly done by Dr. ███ with the permission of the SCP-6422-1 instances, MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners" were moved on-site. Construction of the PRF began immediately following reconnaissance. Minimal resistance from locals was encountered. The majority of recorded information during the period of 04/03/20██ and 04/06/20██ was collected by Dr. Johnathan ███. The anomalous effects of SCP-6422 prevented sufficient record keeping, though an attempt at a reconstruction of a timeline of events will be made external to all documents provided. At 18:55 on 04/02/20██, Dr. ███ notes that progress on the containment of the anomaly had been slower since the acquisition of the anomaly from the SCP-6422-1 instances, citing disagreements between the commander of MTF Theta-4 and the at the time Site Director, Dr. Wilson. Dr. ███ attempts to characterize the anomaly through4 interview. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003a- Close Document Recording captured at 18:55 on 04/02/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced with bracketed instance numbers. Camera is sitting on a long table. Several SCP-6422-1 instances native to Site 337 are present. Instances of SCP-6422-1 appear to be in religious clothing of some sort. Dr. ███ is out of frame. Dr. ███: Thank you for speaking with me on such short notice I understand that you are a decision-making body. The SCP-6422-1 instances present stare across the table, presumably at Dr. ███, before SCP-6422-1-2 speaks. SCP-6422-1-2: We will begin the town hall now. [SCP-6422-1-1], [SCP-6422-1-3], you may begin with the sedge ritual. Camera moves to capture SCP-6422-1-1 walk from the table, over to a small cabinet, retrieving two small objects. The objects are revealed to be flowers of modified Carex sp. as described in Addendum 02. Another SCP-6422-1 instance, presumably SCP-6422-1-3, moves to an adjacent cabinet and retrieves a drinking glass sized, tightly woven basket filled with soil. The second SCP-6422-1 instance places the basket on the table. SCP-6422-1-1 approaches the table and turns briefly to SCP-6422-1-2. SCP-6422-1-2 clears their throat and begins. SCP-6422-1-2: We have guided the seeds of the earth. May those seeds guide us. All present nod. SCP-6422-1-2 chuckles. SCP-6422-1-2: Now we are a decision-making body. Though I am afraid that a decision has already been made for us. SCP-6422-1-2 turns to a room adjacent to the meeting room. SCP-6422-1-2: [SCP-6422-1-4], bring the last meeting's {omen}. A distant shuffling is heard. SCP-6422-1-4: Yes [SCP-6422-1-2] {sir}. A young male SCP-6422-1 instance comes from the side compartment. They are carrying an earthenware tray. On the tray is a basket like the others except it appears to have crumbled. On top of soil from the broken basket is a dead, wilted Carex. Sp. seedling as described in Addendum 02. A few audible gasps can be heard as the platter is set on the table, and the SCP-6422-1 instance brings the newly planted basket on a return trip with him to the room. SCP-6422-1-2 slouches into their chair and sighs. SCP-6422-1-2: The decision is that tragedy will come to the (Daekhiil) soon. SCP-6422-1-1 turns to a spot behind the camera, presumably Dr. ███. SCP-6422-1-1: The grain planted at each previous meeting is {an omen} for the days following the next meeting. In times of pestilence or failed crops the plant has wilted and died. In times before earthquakes the pot has broken. Both have never occurred simultaneously. SCP-6422-1-5: Then certainly there will be earthquakes and other hardships in the future. SCP-6422-1-3: But certainly that they are combined means that the calamity will be more than just one earthquake and one famine. That is what I am concerned about. SCP-6422-1-1: The roots are still living! They are large! The table seems astonished at this realization. The camera pans towards the dirt underneath the dying plant. The roots are observed rapidly growing approximately 1 centimeter. There are gasps across the table. Dr. ███: What does that mean? SCP-6422-1-2: That the worst will come to pass. The SCP-6422-1 instances in the meeting appear to become grave. SCP-6422-1-2: There is only one interpretation of this sign. █████ has returned to take her blood back and cast it here. The (Daekhiil) has decided to take the earth into it in preparation, and it has decided that it will not cooperate until the hardship has passed. SCP-6422-1-3: And it will store energy in the roots as many plants do? Will it not share any with us? SCP-6422-1-5: That is something we cannot know for certain, but considering that the {omen} has not shared its {omen seedling} then it is not likely. There are several nods of agreement. SCP-6422-1-2 turns once more behind the camera. SCP-6422-1-2: Those who command you, this 'S.C.P.', do they know of the danger of this {omen}? Dr. ███: Well I'm not sure, they've been arguing over procedure all day. I'll try to share it with them as soon as I can, I suppose. The SCP-6422-1 instances behind the camera appear to share pensive glances. Dr. ███: The organization I work for, it's called 'SCP' because it stands for something. It means secure, contain, protect. I'm certain that the people here are qualified to protect us all from whatever evil comes our way. The instances of SCP-6422-1 share nods of commitment. SCP-6422-1-1: Then we will begin our preparations immediately. You may stay and help us or you may return to your colleagues to warn them. Dr. ███: I will communicate with them remotely. I came to the valley to figure out what's going on here and the least I can do is help keep this place on the map. Thank you for your time. SCP-6422-1-2: Thank you. End video log. At some point before 04:34 on 04/03/20██, a GOC detachment appears to have entered the valley containing SCP-6422 from the north, travelled directly southeast towards the PRF, and set up in a mountain pass directly north of the PRF. The exact time of arrival of the GOC detachment is unknown as Foundation Personnel failed to report the GOC intrusion before armed combat broke out. A recording of the beginning of the skirmish is included below: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003b- Close Document Recording captured at 04:37 on 04/03/20██. Dr. ███ positions the video camera, revealing his face. He appears to be standing in a room dimly lit by an oil lamp. Dr. ███: Alright so I spent the night in the valley helping out the people here with preparations. They're all quite nice and it's fascinating but it's beside the point right now. Listen. Dr. ███ positions the camera towards the mountain containing SCP-6422. Visible light on the mountain suggests activity. The distant sound of gunshots can be heard. Dr. ███: So I got a radio communication on my walkie-talkie about, uhh, three minutes ago now and all it said was 'GOC operatives inbound' and I'm honestly kind of thinking it was a good idea to come down here. I've explained the situation to the people in charge in the valley and they've been heading around making sure everyone's alright still. Dr. ███ rotates the camera to bring his face into frame once more. He appears to be looking behind the camera at the activity. Dr. ███: I've radioed up to the PRF about a plan to maybe evacuate the valley if things get too hairy and they said they'll look into it soon, but I haven't gotten anything back yet. Dr. ███ wipes his face before looking into the camera once again. Dr. ███: These people here and the town they built isn't set up for war or a siege or anything. They don't have guns, they've got spears. No tactics. This is a group that might not have had any real internal or external conflict for close to ███ years. It's honestly kind of nerve-wracking. An unintelligible whisper is heard from deeper inside the dimly-lit house. Dr. ███: Alright we've gotta cut the lights and everything and stay quiet. I'll record again if there's an update. End video log. Military assistance was requested by MTF Theta-4 Commander Hathaway at 05:02 that morning, and by an O5 Council vote of 7 for, 2 against, 4 abstained, it was decided to send one company of AMTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" to rebuff the GOC detachment. AMTF Nu-7 arrives at 07:55 according to transponders on Nu-7 vehicles. The timeline of events is unknown until 09:12 the same morning, at which point Dr. ███ reported that the gunfire has reduced in frequency considerably. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003c- Close Document Recording captured at 04:37 on 04/03/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. Video begins with Dr. ███'s face taking up entire camera frame. Dr. ███: Alright so it's been a night. There have been stray bullets but it looks like we all made it out OK. Video pans to reveal village area. Village is largely unscathed. A small amount of structural damage to buildings is visisble in frame as Dr. ███ walks along a dirt pathway through adense section. SCP-6422-1-1 and SCP-6422-1-4 travel with him. Dr. ███: Yeah, that's the important part. We're all fine. SCP-6422-1-4: The 'G-O-C', you called them that, they seek to destroy all (Daekhiil)? Dr. ███: Well, the obelisk, yeah. I-I mean there's not much of a difference though I imagine. Yeah they aren't too good for you guys. SCP-6422-1-4: Why? Dr. ███: Jeez uhh, well that's a complicated question, and I'm not exactly sure why exactly myself. It's like asking why the (Daekhiil) was built over on that mountain there and not this other mountain here. You'd need to know a lot of things about a lot of people I'd imagine. There is silence for a brief period. Suddenly there are the sounds of motored vehicles. SCP-6422-1-1: What is that? Who are they? SCP-6422-1-1 is seen pointing out of the frame of the camera. Before Dr. ███ is able to turn the camera, there is unintelligible yelling and the sound of gunshots. Dr. ███: SHIT! RUN! RU- End video log. The recording is interrupted at roughly 09:15 by the arrival of Chechen Dawn, an Islamic paramilitary organization based in Chechnya operating under the organizational banner of the Horizon Initiative. They appear to have arrived from due west, setting up their base of operations on the western side of the valley. A brief internal communication intercepted shortly after their arrival suggest a liaison to the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, though this connection is tenuous and not sufficiently established with available evidence: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-004- Close Document Transmission captured at 09:20 on 04/04/20██. Note: Transmission has been translated from Russian. Commander Maskhadan: This is Commander Aslan Maskhadan to all warriors of the Almighty. We have breached the perimeter of the valley and will begin operations immediately. You are to setup base wherever is convenient. Drive pagans from their homes if you need to. The collection and destruction of this obelisk is paramount. All across the Earth there are sons and daughters of Adam who count on us. In the West and to the South in Jerusalem and in Iran and to the East as well. They rely on our efforts to curb this threat. Fight as though their lives are at stake as well. Go! End transmission. No video evidence and zero outside communication are recorded from this point until 15:13 on 04/04/20██, at which point there is a large amount of radio activity involving Foundation personnel, GOC operatives, members of the Chechen Dawn, and two new parties coming from the west; an MC&D acquisitions agent known only as "Magpie" in communications, and a mercenary force comprised of anomalous PSHUD5 and special operatives, under the control of an 'Abraham J'. Both parties appeared to be in cooperation. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-005- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:13 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between an unnamed party henceforth referred to as 'MC&D Operative' and the individual known as 'Magpie'. MC&D Operative: Magpie, do you copy? Magpie: Loud and clear. I don't have visual on the main target but I can pick out several good consolation prizes. MC&D Operative: You have permission to collect any botanicals or artifacts you believe will recuperate the operation costs. Be aware of SCP, GOC, and Horizon Initiative presence on the ground. You have a detachment of PSHUD units at your employ and mercenaries from our client as well. Stealth is optional but preferred. Magpie: Ah, tell me something I don't already know, boy. MC&D Operative: Our client and our fulfillment team is confident you can secure the target. Stay safe. Magpie: Plan on it. I won't be personally getting my hands dirty if I don't have to so I'll be able to update in real time. MC&D Operative: We will be listening with intent. Magpie chuckles. Magpie: Out. End transmission. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-006- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:17 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between one Commander Maskhadan of Chechen Dawn and one PTOLEMY Quartermaster Bryce. Commander Maskhadan: I have been told that the Coalition operates on these channels? Quartermaster Bryce: Who is this? State your name and purpose immediately. Commander Maskhadan: Excellent. I hoped my radio technicians could contact you easily. I am Commander Maskhadan of the Chechen Dawn and I have an offer. There is a long pause. Brief snippets of conversation are picked up by the radio. Quartermaster Bryce: Go on. Commander Maskhadan: You and I are both here on a mission. There is a disturbance in the order of things in this world at the top of that mountain. It must be torn up from the root and destroyed. Quartermaster Bryce: So you're suggesting we make a sort of truce to blow this thing sky high? Commander Maskhadan: Davai. The Foundation are strong, and they will afford more resources if they believe that what pagan nonsense they protect is worth protecting. If we do not take some sort of action now I fear that the obelisk will be lost. Quartermaster Bryce: And why should we collaborate with you specifically? Commander Maskhadan: The Foundation will surely betray you to protect the obelisk if you give them even an ounce of territory. These new robots that have arrived and the men which are with them- they are Godless. They serve whatever masters pay them. We serve the Almighty. Even you should know that it is an affront to lie and cheat and steal as those others would do to you. I would be in remiss in my duties as a man of God if I were to betray you thusly. There is a brief pause in communication. Quartermaster Bryce: Alright let's get off of this channel and talk specifics in person. I don't want these channels getting listened in on. End transmission. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-007- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:25 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between 'Magpie' and the individual known as 'Abraham J'. Magpie: Mr. Abraham J., this is Magpie. I am at the site of the target. No visual. Abraham J.: Excellent. I'm confident that this will be a disruptive technology in the global anomalous economy. A real mover. Magpie: Of course, sir. Right here, you gave me general guidelines on retrieval of the object which involve aerial support which has not currently arrived. Abraham J.: Ah yes, well the aerial retrieval has not become cost effective with the intrusion of so many parties. The operation will have to occur more covertly than that. I trust that the mercenaries I have supplied are sufficient. Try to get them back in one piece. I understand you've got bots to cover for that. Magpie: Suggesting a procedural change on the order of magnitude that you have costs extra money, you know. Abraham J.: I have you at a fixed rate. Ask MC&D for a raise or take something for yourself if you want more. You're an operative they trust so I trust that you will come up with something. It's your job. There is a pause. Magpie: Understood. I will update you on situation specifics at a future date. Out. End transmission. A video summary of the actions seen by Dr. ███ is also provided: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003d- Close Document Recording captured at 15:13 on 04/04/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. Video camera appears to be inside of a small, dark place, such as a coat pocket. It is revealed to be the pocket on Dr. ███'s lab coat. He stares directly at the camera lens for a brief period, before nodding. Dr. ███: OK OK it's still good. The crack didn't hurt anything. Alright, uhh, alright I might as well give a situation update. There's these crazy Russian guys crawling all over the place. They're just shooting anybody they see. It isn't good. It's actually very bad. Dr. ███ appears to look out of some sort of cover. Dr. ███: I don't know what the hell the Foundation is doing. I've radioed on my personal walkie-talkie several times and they just seem to be ignoring me. There's men, women and kids dying out here, it's a madhouse! It's a slaughterhouse! Dr. ███ sets down the camera and is heard breathing heavily. SCP-6422-1-4: Johnathan. Sir! Please, we must do as you said. Dr. ███ picks up the camera once more. Dr. ███: Alright, yeah. So we made it across this wasteland- Dr. ███ pans the camera to reveal that every building in the area has been partially or completely destroyed by gunfire and explosive munitions. Dr. ███: -because we're pretty sure that in that one building right there, there's an abandoned radio. Some robots and some other mercenaries came through and dragged three Russians out and shot them and one was dragging some radio wires out along with him. Without [SCP-6422-1-4] I'd have never noticed but that means there might still be working radio equipment in that building, maybe even something to defend ourselves with. Dr. ███ turns the camera to himself once more. Dr. ███: I have no idea how the fighting has gotten this fierce. The earth has been shaking all night from bombs. There's been so many fires, it's way hotter in this valley than it was yesterday. Normally there's something in the Foundation's brain that tells it to stop bombing when there's nothing more to gain but they've just been raining it all this time! This has to be something with (Daekhiil) but I'm absolutely clueless. SCP-6422-1-4: Surely you must recognize at this point that your Foundation had no plans to protect us! (Daekhiil) has just brought their own worst colors to the surface. Dr. ███ turns from the camera to a point off screen. Dr. ███: The Foundation I know would never do this! There is a loud explosion nearby. Dr. ███ flinches, turning to look in a different direction, before sighing. Dr. ███: Look we have to get to that radio. If anybody's going to save us we can't get to them without it. Let's go. End transmission. At 17:13 on 04/04/20██, Dr. ███ successfully makes contact with outside personnel using radio equipment stolen from Chechen Dawn operatives. The only message sent is "This is Dr. ███ of [DATA EXPUNGED] of the SCP Foundation. There's enemies everywhere. We're dying. Send more backup." At 17:29 on 04/04/20██, by 11-2 O5 decision, the remaining two companies of AMTF Nu-7 were sent to SCP-6422's location. At 19:55 the same day, Nu-7 entered the valley from the north and headed southeast. It was determined that the optimal course of action would be to push the GOC detachment out of the pass and down the valley into Chechen Dawn, at which point the GOC and the Chechen Dawn would be trapped between Foundation armaments and the PSHUD/mercenary battalion controlled by MC&D and the unknown benefactor. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003e- Close Document Recording captured at 21:35 on 04/04/20██. Audio is initially too loud to decipher anything distinct. Sounds of munitions explosions and gunshots drown out any conversation. The camera appears to transition repeatedly between swinging wildly and completely dark. This continues for a few minutes. Then there is a brief lull. Dr. ███: -DOWN THE MOUNTAIN? THERE'S PEOP- The audio once again becomes too loud to distinguish anything. The video continues as it had previously for several minutes. There is another brief lull in the violence. Unknown Voice (Russian): -THEY ARE SNAKES! THE GOC HAVE BETRAYED- The audio increases in volume and the camera shakes wildly for the remainder of the video. End video log. By 03:12 on 04/05/20██, all GOC operatives had been captured and Chechen Dawn had fled the valley southward. A negotiated peace was reached between the GOC and the Foundation which guaranteed the return of all GOC resources in exchange for evacuation from Site 337. The PSHUD/mercenary force did not advance eastward into the valley, ceding this territory to the Foundation. The stalemate stood as it was for approximately six hours. At 09:21 a transmission was sent by AMTF General Cardamom to outside Foundation operatives: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-008- Close Document Transmission received at 09:21 on 04/04/20██. General Cardamom: Attention to all current Foundation operatives. Betrayal has been crawling through this valley this entire day. Earlier this morning when the GOC and the Chechen Dawn were pushed into a corner, they decided to kill each other like crabs in a bucket rather than stand and fight with honor. Now, on this brisk morning, I hear that there are traitors among our own ranks. People who would shoot their comrades in the back to steal the glory or the favor of the Foundation or worse, the SCP itself. I will not be tolerant of these snakes! I will make sure that every one of them has been captured or ground to dust, on my own name! I will issue no further warning. This crawling betrayal means war. End transmission. At this moment, a detachment of Nu-7 stationed directly north of the PRF forcibly took the building from on-site control. The detachment of Nu-7 residing in the valley began mobilizing for combat against the rogue detachment. It appears that the following communication was had between 'Magpie' and 'Abraham J.' was had at least partially in response to this movement. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-009- Close Document Transmission captured at 09:23 on 04/04/20██. Magpie: Hello, Abe. Abraham J.: Magpie?! You haven't contacted me in days! This is very nearly a breach of our own agreement. There will be consequences to our future business if I don't- Magpie: Can it, Mr. Disruptor, I've come to inform you that our agreement is off. MC&D has informed me that they will be taking the anomaly personally. Oh, and they'll be doubling my paycheck when I get it. Unfortunately, the decision's kind of past me at this point, y'know? Abraham J.: This is an outrage! You are doing a disservice to the mass anomaly production industry! Give me back my money! Magpie: Don't you worry, you will be receiving your money back as soon as I get around to that. Our QA team will cut you a check by this time next week. As of now, there will be no further communication between us. Have a nice day. Abraham J.: YOU- End transmission. After the termination of this communication, Dr. ███ captures a photograph of the PSHUD units moving on the special operations mercenaries. The picture is annotated "They just started shooting at their own men. It loooks like there are more robots coming (sic)". Following the liquidation of the mercenary force of Abraham J. the PSHUD units began sweeping eastward into the valley. It is likely that at this point the valley contingency of Nu-7 collapsed and the MC&D forces took the valley, pushing Nu-7 up into the eastern ridge. This larger portion of Nu-7 simultaneously appears to have taken the PRF back from the rogue faction between 12:00 and 13:00 according to eyewitness accounts and subsequent investigations. At this point, the PSHUD units appear to have stopped chasing Nu-7 up the mountain. Further video from Dr. ███ suggests that at some pint prior, the Serpent's Hand became involved. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003f- Close Document Recording captured at 13:41 on 04/05/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. The video opens in a small alcove on the mountain as the camera is pointed directly at a middle-aged man (henceforth Serpent's Hand) in robes. The man is shielding two young instances of SCP-6422-1 with his body. Serpent's Hand: Ay ay hold on, pal what the hell are you recording for? Dr. ███: Because I nearly dropped on top of you, what do you mean? Also what are you doing here? There's nothing for you here they all blew it to shit! SCP-6422-1-4: Who is this? Serpent's Hand: No, you all blew it to shit. Buddy walking into an anomaly like this, with all the callous disregard for human life? That's a war crime if I ever saw one, you should all be ashamed of yourselves. Dr. ███: I didn't have anything to do with this. My boss deciding to turn a village into the surface of the moon goes above and beyond me. The Serpent's Hand member shakes his head violently. Serpent's Hand: I don't think you understand what's going on here pal. It doesn't matter if it's you writing stupid shit down in a journal about the thaumic matrix vorticity of the third moment of whosit or your boss deciding that the indigenous people here don't deserve rights. The anomaly is a connected thing and the people are a connected thing. You are a connected thing too friend and the second you all came out here trying to attack this mess? God forget it. Dr. ███: What? That's nons- Dr. ███ pauses for a long time. The Serpent's Hand member seems puzzled at Dr. ███'s actions behind the camera. Dr. ███: Oh. Oh God. Oh no. SCP-6422-1-4: Who is this and what are they saying? Dr. ███: We're the defense of the obelisk. The Serpent's Hand member smiles. Dr. ███ turns to SCP-6422-1-4 and begins speaking. Dr. ███: When I was told the rules and the people here and the obelisk, they were all one thing, you know, the (Daekhiil), I was too busy thinking about other things to realize what that really meant. SCP-6422-1-4: What do you mean? Dr. ███: We all came here and we broke the (Daekhiil) by claiming it as ours. You know, there's no power that belongs to one person business? Well now the (Daekhiil) is using us to fulfill it's own prophecy. It is making us shatter the world and kill the village and drive the (Daekhiil) underground. There is a pause. Gunshots can be heard in the distance, with the occasional munitions explosion. Dr. ███: [SCP-6422-1-4] you have to get out of here. It's gonna grind us all to dust and I don't want it to take you too. Serpent guy, do you have a way out of here? Serpent's Hand: Anytime. I'll take you too, but only if you join us. Can't have Foundation members that know how to get in, you know. Dr. ███: Don't bother. I have to figure out a way out of this mess. SCP-6422-1-4: Johnathan please- Dr. ███: No you listen to me. It's no use coming with me they won't listen to you. They might listen to me and if they do we might be able to bring this place back. I've gotta fix this somehow. Go with this guy. He's not going to harm a hair on your body and it's better than being in this. There is a brief pause, before SCP-6422-1-4 joins the other young SCP-6422-1 instances next to the Serpent's Hand member. Serpent's Hand: Second you leave line of sight I'll be taking these three to the library. I was about to give up on searching anyways. I think we're done here. Stay safe, pal. Dr. ███: Got it. There are distant gunshots as Dr. ███ pans the camera downward. End transmission. No further evidence of the Serpent's Hand exists at Site 337 and their role in the incident is currently under investigation. At approximately 20:30 on 04/05/20██ the PSHUD units begin a final offensive up the eastern ridge in an attempt to take the PRF. It is unknown at this time whose initiative it was, but at 00:20 on 04/06/20██, a strong EMP event was detected in the area of Site 337. One final transmission is collected from Magpie immediately following this event. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-010- Close Document Transmission recorded at 00:21 on 04/06/20██. Magpie: This is to that MC&D operative I spoke to a couple of days ago. It's been a rough one and it looked like I might come out on top at some spots but one of the SCP people appears to have had some sort of EMP device. It fried all the circuits of my bots. I hope it didn't get my radio. I expect the Foundation to overtake my position in about 10 minutes if I don't move and they don't start fighting again. There is a brief pause in communication. Magpie: I don't have the target, so you can go ahead and write off those bots and the pay you promised me for the artifact's return. I've got a few things from the site that will pay me well enough as secondary targets. You know where to contact me if you want me for another mission. Out. End transmission. It is assumed that at this point Magpie activated a contingency which detonated all PSHUD units, as it was reported that at this point all units violently exploded. Magpie is currently unaccounted for and all attempts to trace their location after the events of Incident-6422-01 have been unsuccessful. No Foundation communications devices appear to have survived the EMP event. However, one final recording provided by Dr. ███ suggests that infighting once again broke out within Nu-7 before 06:23 on 04/06/20██: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003g- Close Document Recording captured on 06:23 on 04/06/20██. Dr. ███ begins recording in the PRF. He is in a hallway leading directly to an access elevator to SCP-6422. He appears to be whispering to himself as he enters the elevator. There is still gunfire in the distance. Dr. ███: So it's some kind of metaphysical… with a physical shell… contained by obeying its rules… how do we…? Dr. ███ steps off of the elevator into the chamber. The cave is dim, as the sun has not fully risen yet. Dr. ███ is immediately hailed from off screen by then Site Director Dr. Wilson, who has taken shelter in the cave surrounding SCP-6422. Dr. Wilson: Johnathan? Where have you been? Dr. ███: Dr. Wilson sir, you're alive? Oh thank God the person I need to talk to right now. I've been down in the valley and I think I've figured out how to get this thing under control! Dr. Wilson: Under control? It hasn't been doing anything though. Dr. ███: No it has! I spoke to the people down in the valley and then to a guy with the Serpent's Hand and- Dr. Wilson: The Serpent's Hand?! They're lying to you! They must want it too! Dr. ███: No you're succumbing to it right now. Sir the SCP wants us to fight over it. That's how it's- Dr. Wilson is seen standing up, visibly upset. Dr. Wilson: Nonsense. The obelisk just does low grade thaumatic phyto and mycokinetic properties. We just haven't had time to figure out how it's done because of all of these other orgs trying to take it from us. Actually I bet the Serpent's Hand guy wanted it too, so he threw us off the scent! Dr. ███: Doctor please listen to me! It's not just an obelisk it's some sort of metaphysical entity that exists as a- Dr. Wilson: I've seen no evidence of that. Also, why did you bring a gun in here on your back? At this moment in conversation, the two conversants become visibly aggressive. Dr. ███: Because, I've been fighting through a war zone that we caused! We've been trying to contain the SCP but- Dr. Wilson: We are the SCP Foundation. There are no 'buts' about SCP. It's what we do, and maybe if you'd been here doing real research instead of gallivanting off with some illiterates we'd have figured out how to turn this thing on our enemies by now! Dr. ███: We are the SCP Foundation! And We failed in our mission to secure and protect that village down the mountain! If Hammer Down hadn't been too busy having an internal dick measuring contest we could have saved hundreds of people! Dr. Wilson: You are out of line, John. Stand down and just help me finish categorizing these plants here. Dr. ███: I'M OUT OF LINE?! YOU ARE A TRAITOR TO THE PRINCIPLES OF THE FOUNDATION! YOU ARE A DESTROYER. YOU DIDN'T PROTECT SHIT! Dr. Wilson: ALRIGHT THEN ███ COME HERE- The camera is dropped as Dr. ███ and Dr. Wilson engage in hand-to-hand combat. The fight slowly moves off screen as the two personnel fight. After a brief off-screen fight, three gunshots can be heard. Both men fall silent as gunshots and munitions can be heard in the background. After a pause, Dr. ███ begins sobbing off screen for several minutes. The cave begins to brighten as the sun rises. Dr. ███ stops sobbing, and shuffling is heard as he moves to pick up the camera. The camera pans to reveal that his face is swollen from a bruise on the left eye, and he has recently dried his own tears. He sighs heavily, looking off-screen behind him briefly before speaking. His voice is hoarse. Dr. ███: Well, then. I guess that's it then. End transmission. At this point it was determined that the situation had escalated beyond control. By unanimous O5 decision Protocol 011213-Sandman was initiated, releasing a powerful lingering airborne hypnotic over Site 337. MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" was deployed to perform cleanup and personnel recovery within the affected region. By this point the mechanisms of SCP-6422 were sufficiently well understood that a plan of action was capable of being put into place to minimize contact between MTF members during cleanup. An estimated ████ casualties were reported, of which ████ were Foundation personnel. A total of ███ individuals involved in the event are currently unaccounted for, of which ██ are considered to be high priority targets. The incident cost an estimated $5.3 billion USD. After protracted negotiations with the GOC, Site 337 became Foundation property on 04/15/20██. _ + Addendum 5: Incident-6422-03- Close Document At 19:22 on 05/21/20██, Dr. Johnathan ███ was reported missing from the PRF during his shift. Evidence left behind suggested that Dr. ███ had gone into the valley in a violation of protocol. MTF-Zeta-7 "Marriage Counseling" was dispatched to track Dr. ███. At 23:46, Dr. ███ was successfully tracked to one of the buildings in the region originally inhabited by SCP-6422-1 instances, holding a small, woven basket, the contents of which are currently unknown. After being confronted, Dr. ███ left with minimal resistance. Dr. ███ was transferred from Site 337 into custody at Site ██ the following day. A psychological evaluation found [DATA EXPUNGED], and afterwards was transferred to Site ███ for long-term work. Look, I know that what we all experienced those days were hard. It was especially hard for you, I know, or at least I've been told. I think you really need to step away from this project. You haven't been batting 1000 with the work you've done, you know? A break and a new project to work on should get you back into shape. Good luck on all the future projects you're on, kid. -Site Director Rayleigh, 05/22/20██. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 2 for details 2. Though this test suggests our understanding of the structure of SCP-6422 is incomplete, more testing must be done before the anomaly is redefined. Following Incident-6422-03 such testing has become more difficult to approve and thus resources have been dedicated to alternative routes for SCP-6422's permanent containment. -Site Director Rayleigh, 06/04/20██ 3. Of the FSB 4. Unauthorized 5. Peregrine Series Humanoid Utility Droid, constructed by Anderson Robotics ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6422" by PhStr1228, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6422. Licensed under CC-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-6423 | neutralized | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6423-ARC LEVEL 2/6423-ARC CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6423-ARC Neutralized Danforth Automobile Factory, 1925. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6423-ARC was demolished in June 1925, prior to the writing of this file, and is no longer believed to be host to anomalous activity at this time. Investigation into Charles Danforth, the Danforth Company, and the Danforth family is ongoing. Description: SCP-6423-ARC was the Danforth Automobile Factory, located in Chicago, Illinois, and active from December of 1924 to June of 1925. Following the automotive boom of the 1920s, the Danforth Company split their large meatpacking plant, and converted a portion of the land into an automobile factory. SCP-6423-ARC was host to a number of effects and events, though none could be confirmed as anomalous and the factory was demolished midway into a full investigation. A timeline of the factory's operation has been constructed below based on documents and information acquired by investigating agents, who were given broad authority to complete their missions. DECEMBER, 1924 Danforth Automobile Factory finished construction and began operating in December of 1924. Located in the building formerly occupied by Danforth Meatpacking, the plant had undergone almost complete renovation to be the multinational Danforth Company's first foray into the automotive industry. Harlan & Sons Construction handled the construction of the factory itself. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Joseph Harlan, owner and operator of Harlan & Sons Construction. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: JOSEPH HARLAN [BEGIN EXCERPT] HARCOURT: Well, most everything seems to be in order, Mr. Harlan. Your permits should come through in six to seven weeks - you can break ground then. HARLAN: Lord, seven weeks? I'm operating on a bit of a deadline, and the schedule is already tighter than… well, it's tight. HARCOURT: That's unfortunate, my sympathies. HARLAN: There's no way you could speed it up? HARCOURT: There are some things I could do. But I'd need you cooperation, if you understand what I mean. [HARLAN sighs.] HARLAN: I had a feeling that's where this was going. Dammit. You want kickbacks — how much? HARCOURT: Oh, nothing that unseemly. I just have a few questions about past contracts of yours. And to preempt your next question: no, you're not in trouble for anything. HARLAN: Oh. And then I'll get the permits? HARCOURT: I'll deliver them to your mailbox myself. HARLAN: Alright, then. What do you want to know? HARCOURT: Specifically I have questions about a past contract of yours, about six months ago — the Danforth Factory? HARLAN: Ah. That. HARCOURT: You don't sound too happy. HARLAN: It was a shit project. HARCOURT: How so? You came in under budget and ahead of schedule, didn't you? HARLAN: In business, you have two points to distribute among budget, speed, and quality. You can be very good at just one of them. You can be reliably good at two of them. I've never seen a business that really had all three. HARCOURT: So, what? You cut corners in construction? Safety? HARLAN: Yes. No. It's complicated. Danforth was riding me to keep costs down. More money than God, and he's out there complaining about basic structural expenses. HARCOURT: Charles Danworth himself? HARLAN: Yes. I didn't know he was going to be so… involved, when we made the bid. But yes. Corners were cut, certainly… but there was more to it than that. HARCOURT: Go on. HARLAN: There were problems practically every week of construction. We were working next to a slaughterhouse - blood and guts and noise all hours of the day, even louder than the machines. Which, the machines kept breaking down. Sick workers. Plus the.. HARCOURT: What is it? HARLAN: I… look, I signed a contract of silence, okay? HARCOURT: No one's going to know you were involved, Joe. I'm helping you out here, remember? HARLAN: Yeah. Yeah, okay. Mr.Danforth had… requests, for the construction process. HARCOURT: Such as? HARLAN: We were supposed to rip out all the processing equipment. But Danforth kept instructing us to save this grinder, or this butchery belt — that was at first. Kept getting worse. Demanding that the floor tiles be put together in a very specific pattern. Making modifications to the blueprints. New sections, basements, cellars, crawlspaces. HARCOURT: Did he ever consult you on these? HARLAN: 'Consult' in the sense that he informed me afterwards and threatened to fire me if we didn't comply. But the point I'm getting at is that the blueprints aren't even close to comprehensive - there are two factories on that land. HARCOURT: Any idea why he would do all that? HARLAN: Not the faintest. But he's a successful businessman. I'm sure there's something. HARCOURT: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Harlan. I'll get your permits to you as soon as I can. [END OF LOG] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. JANUARY, 1925 Danforth Automotive began full-scale production in general in January, propelling Danforth to a major player in the industrial sector of Chicago. Workers were hired en masse in dangerous conditions for little pay — unsubstantiated claims posit that Chicago's homeless population was being used for labor. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Aoife O'Leary, widow of Shaughn O'Leary, former employee of Danforth Automotive ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: AOIFE O'LEARY [BEGIN LOG] HARCOURT: Mrs. O'Leary. O'LEARY: Who are you? HARCOURT: A friend. I'm here to talk about your husband. O'LEARY: I don't- HARCOURT: He was killed, wasn't he? O'LEARY: What? My husband died in a factory accident, you fou- HARCOURT: I have reason to believe that that's not entirely true. O'LEARY: What- what are you saying? HARCOURT: I'm with the Bureau of Investigation, ma'am. We're looking into the Danforth Company. We have reason to believe that the factory was a site for… illegal and unseemly activities. Your husband may have been killed in a factory accident, but all the reports agree — or they did, before Danforth suppressed them. Someone being packed into the engine block of a car is not something that happens accidentally. O'LEARY: I- I can't- HARCOURT: I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories, Mrs. O'Leary. But your husband's death doesn't need to be in vain. If you help me, I — the government — could really use any information he might have shared with you about work. Maybe even put Danforth away for good. O'LEARY: I- Okay. I don't have much, but I'll try to help. What do you need to know? HARCOURT: How did your husband come to work at Danforth Automotive? O'LEARY: We thought it was a blessing, at first. That God had finally given us an opportunity. Shaughn was searching for a job for months and months before the Factory opened. He almost didn't bother, because he figured it'd be the same as all of the others — Irish need not apply. But- then people started to talk, that Danforth was hiring anyone, regardless of color or creed. HARCOURT: How progressive. O'LEARY: Not progressive. Primitive. Shrewd. He didn't care what country you were from, because bodies all had the same value to him. But it was a job - honest work. Not stealing or bootlegging like all his brothers. Let him ignore the unholy rate that Danforth was hiring workers. HARCOURT: He welded, correct? O'LEARY: That's right. Brutal work. His hands were covered with burns and calluses when he came home. He coughed, all the time. His eyesight was beginning to go when he… HARCOURT: Did he ever mention anything strange? O'LEARY: Strange? HARCOURT: Anything odd, improper… abnormal or extraordinary events. O'LEARY: A few times, I think. He'd- he'd complain about the building. It was built out of a repurposed slaughterhouse, you know. HARCOURT: Really? O'LEARY: Mhm. And they didn't change much, after ripping out the pens. Most of them, anyway. The big open factory floor was still lined with pigs' troughs, just filled with water instead of slop. Guards and overseers keeping watch from the catwalk. The building was raw and industrial here, intricately designed there. The tiles, he mentioned the tiles having grooves that only became visible when fluid spilled on them. HARCOURT: I see. Anything else? O'LEARY: He came home one night spooked out of his mind. I calmed him down and he explained that he'd taken a wrong turn in the factory, gone down a flight of stairs… he'd only ever seen the guards take troublesome workers down there, and so assumed it was a back exit. But it wasn't. HARCOURT: What was it? O'LEARY: A forgotten part of the factory. All grimy and dusty and abandoned, he said it was thrumming with the machines overhead. It was a long corridor, lit by pulsing red electric lights, and- and he walked down it until he reached the end, where he said he saw two big metal doors, and heard a noise coming from behind them. But they were barred from the other side. So he put his ear to them - and he said that all he could hear was some kind of chanting, and the squealing of pigs. HARCOURT: I… see. Anything else? O'LEARY: That's all I can remember. Danforth treated my husband, all the workers, like animals. But he's the animal, and he'll get what's coming to him. HARCOURT: I'll make sure of it. Thank you for your time, Mrs. O'leary. [HARCOURT removed an envelope from his coat.] HARCOURT: And… I've been authorized to provide you with a small sum for your cooperation. Take care. [END LOG] NOTE: While Shaughn O'Leary's manner of death was gruesome, there is currently no evidence to suggest it was anything more than a routine industrial accident. NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. FEBRUARY, 1925 Following the slow ramp-up to full production in January, February served as the first recorded month of profit for the Danforth Automobile Factory. Several models of civilian vehicle were produced during this time, primarily copies of the Ford Model T and Chrysler Model B-70. Despite the lack of technical innovation, the Danforth Company recorded record profits in this time period. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Bryce Shelley, former shareholder in the Danforth Company ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: BRYCE SHELLEY [BEGIN EXCERPT] HARCOURT: Another drink, Mr. Shelley? SHELLEY: If you wouldn't mind, aha. Whatever's at the top of the shelf. HARCOURT: Living large, aren't we? SHELLEY: I'm a rich man. I deserve it. HARCOURT: I'm sure you do. Remind me what your holdings are? SHELLEY: Oh, a bit of everything. But particularly the three A's. Arms, agriculture… HARCOURT: Automotive? SHELLEY: Why yes. How did you know? [SHELLEY roars in laughter.] HARCOURT: Then I suppose you had money in the Danforth factory they're demolishing next week? SHELLEY: Of course, of course. Sad story, that one. Enormous profits for a few months, then Danforth announces he's shuttering it! Old fool. Industry is a long game with immense overhead — of course it wouldn't be solvent in just half a year. He's one of those new-bloods, you know? Oh, what am I saying, how would you know? HARCOURT: Try me. SHELLEY: Hm. Alright. Charles Danforth… prick. Like I said, he's little more than a boy, making boyish moves. Risky plays, tender investments, acquiring vulnerable companies. But somehow it all works out for him. Already richer than most men in the country. HARCOURT: If you think he's reckless, you could do something about it. You're on the board. SHELLEY: Well why in the hell would I want to do that? He's made me rich! Richer than I already was, anyway. As long as it pays off, risk is good in business — and better him taking the risk than me, if someone's got to take it. Yes, the capital Danforth brings in more than justifies any personal irks he may give me. But the financial risk isn't all of it. HARCOURT: What else is there? SHELLEY: There are… rumours. HARCOURT: Rumours? SHELLEY: That he's one of those new-age religious folk, you know. Believing in a different God. Seances, singing circles… sacrifices. That sort of thing. I'm sure it's just old money casting aspersions on new money. Much like me! [SHELLEY bursts out laughing again.] SHELLEY: But I tell you, when the February profit report came in… the man can believe in God, the Devil, or something else entirely if that's what's bringing in that kind of money! You get me, boy? HARCOURT: Like crystal, Mr. Shelley. I've heard talk about the factory, though. SHELLEY: What kind of talk? HARCOURT: Workers being taken into the back and not coming out. Strange, chanting noises during the night shift. Pork loins showing up in the engines, and sparkplugs showing up in the steak. Workers falling into machines, and no one bothering to stop the line. SHELLEY: That was just once! As for the rest… cost of doing business, isn't it? HARCOURT: Quite right, Mr. Shelley. Another drink? [END EXCERPT] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. MARCH, 1925 March of 1925 brought in considerable profit for Danforth Automobile. A contract with the government for a large supply of vehicles and vehicle part pushed production to an all-time high, and a significant number of workers were hired to offset the production capabilities of the limited staff. However, this month had an exceedingly high turnover rate for laborers, even by Danforth's already absurd standards. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Moses Thompson, former accountant of the Danforth Company. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: MOSES THOMPSON [BEGIN EXCERPT] THOMPSON: If what you say is true, we only have a few minutes, Mister… Walthorpe. Please, make haste. HARCOURT: Don't worry, I'll make it very fast — I only have the one question, then you can head on home. THOMPSON: Well? HARCOURT: How was the Danforth Automobile Factory profitable? [Silence.] THOMPSON: I… I'm leaving now. HARCOURT: I don't think so, Mr. Thompson. Tell me what I want to know. I know you know, so don't play dumb. One answer about a man who can't so much as touch you now, and you're free to go. THOMPSON: And if not? HARCOURT: Then I won't let you leave. The police will arrive shortly to break up this speakeasy, and you'll be thrown in jail. Tell me, how long do you think you would last in the stationhouse? THOMPSON: I… okay. Please, hurry. HARCOURT: Excellent. Like you said, let's make this fast. One: how was the Danforth factory solvent? You were having record profits while having absurd overhead and turnover. THOMPSON: I don't know. HARCOURT: I have friends in the force, Mr. Thompson. Let's hope you don't end up with the worst roommate in the block. THOMPSON: Please, I'm not lying! I really don't know! Danforth wouldn't let us touch the books or records from the factory! He'd have an errand boy send them down, prefilled out, and have us sign them off as if we'd written them. HARCOURT: So he was hiding something? THOMPSON: That's what everyone thought! But I have no idea what. All I know is, the money and the profit wasn't coming from the factory floor. Are we done? HARCOURT: You're free to go. [END EXCERPT] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. MAY, 1925 After several production delays and halts on the Army contract, rumors began to spiral that Charles Danforth himself would be coming in to inspect the factory and decide its future. On May 25th, witnesses observed the reclusive tycoon arriving at the factory. Three days later, on May 28th, Danforth was reported exiting the factory, albeit with only one of his bodyguards. Recovered Evidence: Statement of the day from Wallace Wells, former bodyguard to Charles Danforth ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ That shit was fucking terrifying. And I don't scare easy, you know that. But that shit was something else entirely. We came up on the factory on Monday. I thought this was gonna be a short trip — few hours, tops. We got out of the car, the whole detail — me, Luis, and two others, plus Danforth hisself. Them four all went into the factory — I got told to wait outside, make sure no one else came in until they came out. I thought I drew the damn short straw, standing out in the sun. Fuckin' hell, I was lucky. I was patrolling, making a lap around the factory when I got the first sign something weird was going on. The factory's slightly elevated, you see — it was, anyway. So there are a few little windows, barely more than stone gaps, that go directly into the basement. Basements, I should say — there are a lot of them. But I'm walkin' past one of these windows, and I hear the strangest fuckin' noise. I thought the sky was shakin' at first, it was so loud. This deep, thick, heavy rumbling coming from inside the basement, so loud I thought I was gonna piss myself. Nasally, too — then I realize I recognize it — it's an oink. One huge, gargantuan, bone shaking oink. I think to myself that it's probably a machine scraping against some metal, making a noise like that. I know what I heard, but I shut my mouth and move on. When I get to the front, one of the guards is waitin' for me. Not one of us — but one of the Factory's guards, in their uniform — a black raincoat and a gas mask so thick you can't possibly see their face. Goddamn freaky. This point, it's been four or five hours and I'm getting a little antsy, so I ask him where the boss is. This fuckin' thing rasps at me in broken-fucking-English that Danforth isn't coming back tonight, and that I should go home and return in three days. That he has 'urgency-matters to attend to in-below the pits'. I argue a little but it's clear I'm not getting anywhere with this thing. So I do as I'm told, come back with the car three days later, and sure as shit Danforth's waiting outside, that grin on his face. He only gets that grin when he's cut a deal — I've seen it show up when he buys someone's company just to destroy their livelihood, when he shorts a business and ends up with a new fortune, when people who oppose him mysteriously go missing. He's standin' there with that smile, front of his suit covered in… either blood or motor oil, I didn't ask. I silently pull up and pop the door. He gets in, and that's when I notice he's holding onto something in his fist, clenched real tight. Something about the size of my fist, and very red. He sees me staring, tells me to shut up and drive, but I know what I saw. That was a human fucking heart. NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. JUNE, 1925 On June 3rd, the Danforth Company announced it would be closing its automotive division due to numerous production troubles and low profits. The remaining workers in the Chicago factory were fired and the building itself was slated for demolition. On June 24th, the building was collapsed using controlled explosives. Recovered Evidence: Unscheduled Interview with Charles Danforth, CEO of the Danforth Company. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: CHARLES DANFORTH [BEGIN LOG] HARCOURT: Mr. Danforth. You're a hard man to reach. DANFORTH: By design, kid. My time is valuable. Too valuable to waste on people like you. HARCOURT: You don't appreciate people asking questions about your business? DANFORTH: If they ask the right questions, not one bit. You're not doing that. HARCOURT: Then please, what are the right questions? DANFORTH: Hah. You thought it was gonna be that easy? Fuck you. I'll tell you what's right, though — that you white-coat Foundation cocksuckers- HARCOURT: How do you- DANFORTH: Don't interrupt me. That you only start investigating once I already decide to close the factory! Ain't that some shit. Irony. And you know I'm not gonna answer that. HARCOURT: I… see. The rumours about Danforth Automotive were troubling to the Foundation, Mr. Danforth. The rumours about you are even worse. DANFORTH: Oh yeah? What kind of rumours you listenin' to, kid? HARCOURT: The ones that are whispered around drawing rooms and salons, but only after curtains have been drawn, doors shut, bottles emptied, voices lowered. People are afraid. DANFORTH: Good. Let 'em be. But you didn't answer my fuckin' question. HARCOURT: Right. Well, that these tragic accidents that kept happening aren't accidents. That the underground parts of the factory were never converted from slaughterhouse to machinery. Chanting comes from the inner factory at all hours of the day and night. Guards don't wear masks to protect from chemicals. The pig noises. DANFORTH: Those are rumours alright. And like most rumours, they're full of shit. HARCOURT: I don't think that's true. I have confirmation on some of them. DANFORTH: From who? Disgruntled employees? Widowers? Real credible. HARCOURT: So you're telling me that Danforth Automotive was just a regular car factory? Nothing odd about it? DANFORTH: Well, I think we both know that's not true. So no. Just that your chumps, you, have drawn the wrong conclusions from your information. HARCOURT: What's the correct conclusion, then? DANFORTH: Business is all the same, you know. Clerical, financial, industrial… automotive, agricultural… it all boils down to the same principles. Make the other guy lose more and you'll gain more. A zero sum game. I win, you lose. You win — well, I make sure you don't win. HARCOURT: What's your point? DANFORTH: Well, why don't we trade? You told me what information you had on me. Why don't you tell me what you've added it all up to? You seem smart, I'm dying to know what your figured out. HARCOURT: The factory itself was anomalous, wasn't it? That's why you had it built the way you did. Something about it was supposed to make you rich — but it didn't. [Pause.] DANFORTH: So close, but no cigar. HARCOURT: Then what? DANFORTH: I'm a businessman. People can dress business up how they'd like — that it's cost-benefit analysis, managing risk and maximizing profit, fucking your mother, whatever. They're lying to either you or themselves. Business is extracting value from suffering. HARCOURT: I don't- DANFORTH: So, I made a deal with something. A contract. I feed it what it wanted. And by feeding it… the employees suffered. And the more they suffered, the more money I made. Didn't matter how functional the products were, how well the factory ran. I… capitalized off human suffering. HARCOURT: Remorseful? DANFORTH: Fucking orgasmic. HARCOURT: Jesus Christ. So you did summon something. You did believe in the occult, you… worshipped some kind of god. DANFORTH: Money is my religion, and capital is my god. The factory was just a reliquary. But beneath it, inside it? [DANFORTH pauses, then smiles.] DANFORTH: I had a cathedral to the only thing that has ever mattered. From suffering, profit. HARCOURT: Hold on, you said you made a deal. What did you give up? DANFORTH: What? HARCOURT: Deals like this aren't made on good faith. You gave something up and sooner or later, whatever the fuck you bound to this Earth is going to come collecting. DANFORTH: By the time that happens, I'll be lying in a gilded coffin. Someone else's problem. HARCOURT: You're a monster. DANFORTH: I'm a value add. But now that you've devolved into schoolyard insults, I'll be taking my leave. Don't try to stop me — you won't be able to. HARCOURT: Hold on, what was with the pigs? The oinking? [DANFORTH pauses, then laughs.] DANFORTH: Well, I guess you'll never find out, will you? [END OF LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6423-ARC" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6423. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6424 | euclid | AnAnomalousWriter Hello, check out my other wiki page/s here: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more (No author page yet) Item#: 6424 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6424 is stored within a standard containment enclosure at Site-91. Furthermore, the item is monitored for any transmission readings. If a transmission is detected, the data shall be decoded and stored accordingly. Subsequently, the current research head1 will be informed of the event. Description: SCP-6424 is a space probe of unknown origin that is dated to be over 4000 years old. Due to the nature of its discovery, the only functional components of SCP-6424 are its communications dish and a functional data storage module. As of writing, the technology by which these components operate is still undetermined and considered anomalous in nature. However, Foundation researchers have been able to partially reverse-engineer the technology to retrieve information from the data module. Anomaly Crash Site Within the data module, six images were extracted by personnel, designated as SCP-6424-1 through 6. Depicted within the images are photographs of empty space, an unknown celestial object, and SCP-6424. Additionally, distance information of photographed subjects is found within the metadata of the images.2 UPDATE 05/01/2003: A design diagram of SCP-6424 was successfully extracted from the data module. Please contact the current research head to be cleared to access the design diagram. Addendum A Discovery: On 03/22/2001, SCP-6424 was detected on the far side of the moon. Further research confirmed neither NASA or any GOI equivalents were the origin of the probe. After four days from first sighting, SCP-6424 entered Earth's atmosphere and crash landed in the Amazon rainforest. After touchdown was confirmed, Foundation personnel were dispatched to secure the object and maintain a perimeter around it. After 2 hours of on-location analysis, the item was deemed to not exhibit any harmful anomalous influence in its vicinity. Afterwards, the item was loaded onto a transportation truck to transit to Site-91. A cover story of a meteorite-caused forest fire was disseminated to avoid suspicion. Addendum B SCP-6424 -1 to -6 instances: SCP-6424-1 SCP-6424-1 Distance from subject: N/A Observations: An image of empty space. SCP-6424-2 SCP-6424-2 Distance from subject: 15000 km Observations: An image of an unknown celestial body. Size estimates by researchers are around 3000-4500 kilometers. Exact location of this object is unknown. SCP-6424-3 SCP-6424-3 Distance from subject: 15000 km Observations: N/A SCP-6424-4 SCP-6424-4 Distance from subject: 14000 km Observations: An extended extremity-like mass at the south pole can be seen. SCP-6424-5 SCP-6424-5 Distance from subject: 17000km Observations: Presumably displayed is SCP-6424 in the middle of space. SCP-6424-6 SCP-6424-6 Distance from subject: 16500km Observations: Evident image corruption is present. Addendum C Circumstances of Photography: SCP-6424 appears to have had a camera module at some point in the past. A design diagram was extracted from the data module after two years from discovery. According to diagram, the camera would have been fitted on the underside of the object. It is hypothesized that at some point after SCP-6424-1 to -4 were photographed, the camera module detached from the main body. It is unknown what is the catalyst for the separation. Nevertheless, SCP-6424 was still able to control and communicate with the detached camera module through unknown means. Subsequently, it is believed that the camera module was near or on the celestial body when SCP-6424-5 and -6 were photographed, then sent the data to SCP-6424. Two New Transmissions Detected Decoding... Decoding... Decoding... PLEASE SELECT THE IMAGE TO INITIATE DECODING PROCESS Distance from subject: 1,205,004,000km [PLEASE INSERT YOUR OBSERVATIONS] PLEASE SELECT THE IMAGE TO INITIATE DECODING PROCESS Distance from subject: 1,205,003,000km [PLEASE INSERT YOUR OBSERVATIONS] Footnotes 1. As of writing, Dr. Jermaine Noll 2. It is unknown if these numbers are accurate ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6424" by AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6424. Licensed under CC-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-6425 | keter | Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Recovered document 6425 Item #: SCP-6425 Level 2/6425 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Until a cure for SCP-6425 is developed, Para-biological Site-39 is to have minimal contact with the outside world. SCP-6425-1 instances detected are to be surgically removed immediately. The extracted SCP-6425-1 instances will afterwards be burnt. Site-39 efforts are to be centered on research for a reliable method to cure SCP-6425. Once achieved, 2 instances will be kept cryogenically frozen to allow for further study if needed. Description: SCP-6425 refers to a strand of RNA viruses able to create large tumorous masses (denominated SCP-6425-1) inside the body of infected humans. SCP-6425’s only morphological characteristic is the presence of a proteic capsid surrounding its nucleic acid, the viruses lacking any other kind of outer defensive envelope. SCP-6425 is known to transmit through liquids, including those of bodily origins, as well as through other currently unidentified methods. SCP-6425-1 is the designation of a series of tumors and organic “foreign bodies” created as a result of SCP-6425 infection and found attached to pre-existing organs in the human body. These tumors are large in size, surpassing a meter in multiple cases. As the immune system is unable to recognize the SCP-6425-1 instances, it will begin attacking the foreign mass1, prioritizing it over SCP-6425 and as such helping in the proliferation of the virus and eventual creation of more SCP-6425-1 instances. This process, if not treated, invariably results in multisystem organ failure and subsequent death of the infected human. Currently the only effective treatment consists of the removal of SCP-6425-1 instances as soon as noticed, as it will result in the loss of SCP-6425’s only defensive mechanism. Despite this, the surgery only succeeds in curing the infected in 30% of cases, and deaths as a result of the surgeries are abnormally high, presumed to be the result of an unknown secondary ability of SCP-6425. Discovery: SCP-6425 first came to Foundation knowledge following an outbreak occurring in Para-biological Site-39. Foundation medical staff managed to detect the infection before it could spread to other population centers and sites, but due to the unknown nature of the anomaly at the time, infections and casualties of onsite personnel could not be averted. The origin point of the anomaly was traced back to an unused Wing of the site. Attached is a summarized log of autopsies realized on SCP-6425 patients. Open Summarized Autopsy Log Close Summarized Autopsy Log Infected Individual: Junior Researcher Sebastián Garrido, Botanical Department Symptoms prior to expiring: Abdominal pain, diarrhea, nausea and dizziness Cause of Death: Dehydration. Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: An 8 meter long tubular structure connected to the rectum and stomach, composed mainly of muscular and epithelial tissue. In its interior, large quantities of fermented solid wastes were found, as well as multiple known species of non-anomalous bacteria, which were devouring the SCP-6425-1 instance. Infected Individual: Zoé Laurent, administration Symptoms prior to expiring: Heavy breathing, Hypotension and a persistent feeling of tiredness Cause of Death: Cardiorespiratory arrest Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A large tumor located beneath the rib cage. The tumor was hollow in its interior, with 4 chambers filled with blood being distinguishable. Later analysis determined the SCP-6425-1 instance to be composed of round muscular cells. Infected Individual: Senior Researcher Altzibar Vazquez, Zoological Department Symptoms prior to expiring: Difficulties in the breathing process and mild anemia Cause of Death: Widespread Coagulative Necrosis as a result of low oxygen levels in the body. Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: Two sack-like organs of unequal size beneath the thoracic cavity, each divided into multiple lobular sections. A variety of tubular structures were located in the interior of the SCP-6425-1 instances, though many of them were severely damaged, presumably due to actions of the subject’s immune system prior to expiring Infected Individual: Dr Luis Sarmento, Medical wing Symptoms prior to expiring: A feeling of tiredness, shortness of breath and anemia Cause of Death: Myelodysplastic syndrome2 Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A semi-solidified conglomerate of multiple cells located inside the victim’s femurs. Infected Individual: D-0055 Symptoms prior to expiring: Intense and continued headache, seizures, vision and speech problems and insomnia. Cause of Death: Post-surgery complications Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A large pink tumorous mass located above of the Cerebellum composed mainly of white and grey matter. During the extraction surgery, part of the cerebellum was accidentally removed as well, presumed to be the reason for the subject’s death. Following the initial outbreak of SCP-6425, a series of tests was conducted to better understand its effects, transmission, and the creation process of SCP-6425-1 instances. Results are outlined below: Species Tested Percentage of Shared DNA with humans Test Results Lesser fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) 60% No effects, likewise the infected subjects were unable to serve as a vector of transmission for the anomaly. African clawed frog (Xenopus laevis) 80% SCP-6425 behaved as was expected from a non-anomalous virus of its type, in most cases the subject’s immune system was able to terminate the anomaly, as it failed to create -1 instances for defense. Domestic Pig (Sus Domesticus) 98% Initially the subjects’ leukocytes were able to terminate the infection before the creation of SCP-6425-1 instances was possible. As such the pigs were administered significant amounts of antibiotics to weaken their immune system and were subsequently re-infected with SCP-6425. Following this, the creation of SCP-6425-1 instances was almost instantaneous, with MRI’s failing to notice the moment of their appearance, the largest of these structures was 20 meter long, the subject dying some days after its removal. Bonobo (Pan paniscus) 99% Similar effects as in human subjects. Amongst the registered SCP-6425-1 instances are included; elongated calcium structures, bleeding bean-shaped tumors and severely burnt sack-like structures containing hydrochloric acid. Laboratory Rat (Rattus norvegicus domestica) 97.5% SCP-6425 did not produce any SCP-6425-1 instances while in the subject, however the Lymphocytes of the rat didn’t attack SCP-6425. Attempts to force interactions between the test subject’s white blood cells and SCP-6425 were infructuous as the leukocytes were seemingly unable to recognize SCP-6425 as a threat. SCP-6425 spread normally through the rats’ bodies, resulting in death after several weeks of exposure. The remains of the subjects served as vectors of transmission for the virus. Direct human observation under microscope failed to notice the infection of the subject’s cell, though it was clearly visible in the recordings. Addendum: Status Report 12/12/2022 Results of the research into SCP-6425 are currently inconclusive, with no further information regarding its origins, the production of -1 instances or any reliable cure obtained beyond what was already known. Furthermore, efficiency of the research team has sharply decreased, mainly being due to casualties, the appearance of a strong odor throughout the facility and the disappearance of multiple test subjects, making continuing research on the anomaly all but impossible. However, the data obtained from the tests with rats may indicate that the anomaly may have perceptive or memetic effects. As this line of research has currently not been undergone, it may be beneficial to focus our resources in this approach. - Dir. Ana Giménez Footnotes 1. This is similar to the main mechanism behind transplant rejections 2. A type of cancer which results in the impossibility of maturation of blood cells The previous document was discovered in an unused facility under Foundation ownership. No references to Para-biological Site-39, its personnel or SCP-6425 have been found in any Foundation database. In the interior of the building, multiple conglomerates of animal tissue in a rough humanoid shape were found. Further investigations will be carried out by the Antimemetics Division. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6425" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6425. Licensed under CC-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-6426 | keter | Item #: SCP-6426 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6426 is confined in a 39m x 39m x 50m containment chamber, underneath which is an artificial lava tube, 38.5m in diameter. The anomaly is kept paralyzed by a naval ram currently embedded within its hull and piercing its engine; the placement and integrity of the naval ram is to be checked and maintained daily. In the event SCP-6426 is no longer paralyzed,1 an automated system will activate and dispense 100 hardtack crackers and 2 sharpened pieces of electrum into the chamber. This automated system is to be inspected and maintained daily. Notice: Due to the efficacy and stability of the current Special Containment Procedures, the Object Class of SCP-6426 will be lowered (provided breach attempts remain low to negligible) following an internal review within 3 months. Description: SCP-6426 is an ambulatory, hostile and sapient harbour tugboat. SCP-6426's structure and surface are in a constant state of degradation, rusting after a number of days.2 Any blood (or blood filled organs) the object comes into contact with will be absorbed into the metal, restoring its appearance. Limited testing has shown the blood of humans, cetaceans, and certain species of selachians to be the most effective in this regard. SCP-6426 is able to redistribute blood it comes in contact with; redistributed blood is used in the production of organic structures, the most common form of which are large, vein-like tendrils that are typically concealed within the hull. Other structures include but are not limited to: Large ocular organs attached to flexible eyestalks. These organs are capable of producing cognitohazardous patterns that cause hypnosis in exposed subjects, implanting them with commands from SCP-6426. Harpoon guns composed of organic matter. These weapons are mainly used to pull impaled organisms towards the object. Cannons composed of organic matter. These weapons fire clusters of an anomalous species of barnacle that imbed themselves in necrotized tissue, extending their cirri into the flesh, reanimating it. These reanimated corpses are designated SCP-6426-C. SCP-6426's tendrils feature a small mouth3 located on the tip. When a mouth bites into the spinal column of a living organism, the organism in question (now designated SCP-6426-A) experiences brain death while the body undergoes morphological changes; their canines lengthen and become hollow, allowing them to siphon blood from organisms they have bitten into. SCP-6426 is able to induce further physical changes to these organisms in order to counteract obstacles it may encounter, such as increasing muscle mass and bone density to destroy barriers, and developing hard scales on the skin as a form of defense. SCP-6426 is capable of absorbing instances of -A, but typically will only do so when its hull is ~40% covered in rust and there are no immediate alternative sources of blood. When a tendril is severed, the instance falls inanimate and is effectively neutralized; severed instances are unable to be reanimated, serving only as additional blood for the object or material for SCP-6426-C. When presented with a watercraft or boat, SCP-6426 is able to integrate SCP-6426-A into the vehicle, converting it into an SCP-6426-B instance.4 SCP-6426-B share the anomalous properties of SCP-6426, but with certain limitations: instances are unable to replicate certain organic structures, such as the ocular organs and organic cannons; instances are unable to create SCP-6426-A; instances display a lesser degree of intelligence. SCP-6426-B also do not require a physical connection to SCP-6426 and are able to function autonomously. SCP-6426-C are mobile masses of dead tissue operated by the previously mentioned anomalous barnacle. Instances display limited dexterity, with mobility dependent on the type of tissue used.5 Instances of -C are capable of switching tissue with other -C in order to increase offensive (i.e. multiple jaws and natural weapons) or utilitarian (i.e. stacking of additional torsos and limbs to form bridge structures) capabilities. It is hypothesized SCP-6426 commands -B and -C through a limited form of telepathy. SCP-6426 is additionally able to deform and tear its own structure. The object primarily does this when it is out of water and has no available organic mass to facilitate locomotion. The object will also use this to crush and/or trap suitable sources of blood. SCP-6426 has only attempted communication with the Foundation once. See Interview.6426. Discovery: During early April, 2010, SCP-6426 appeared within Three-Portlands,6 specifically the 3Ports Harbour located in the Gunrock District. The following table details the actions and events leading up to the anomaly's capture by the Foundation, based on recovered UIU documentation and civilian reports. DATE EVENT NOTES April 10th - April 15th Over the following few days, sail boats and motor boats belonging to civilians gradually go missing. All disappearances occurred at night, in which no witnesses were present. Because the owners of said vehicles (along with the majority of citizens) were participating in the recent Not Another Fucking Starbucks7 protests, the disappearances were not initially reported. April 13th - April 15th Civilians reported that individual friends and family members failed to return home after certain nights. None. April 16th Two local ghosts8 were walking near the Harbour at night, when they witnessed a living individual suddenly dragged into the water by a tendril. Ahmad instructed his friend to wait while he attempted to investigate and locate the kidnapped citizen within the waterbody. After Ahmad failed to return after a noticeable amount of time, Moore then reported the incident to the Three Portlands Police Department, who likewise notified UIU federal agents.9 Due to the recent arrival of the local man-eating clams population,10 law enforcement were forced to postpone diving investigations; three days passed before the local population traveled back through a dimensional aperture. April 17th All missing vehicles reappeared, having been returned at some point the night previous. Owners of returned vehicles reported no changes in appearance or functionality, aside from occasional steering issues. April 19th Federal agents performed a dive search of the harbour, but were unable to locate any suspicious activities or entities. However, it was noted that the presence of aquatic life was unusually low. One underwater residence was unable to be searched, due to the antimemetic properties imposed on it by the original owner which prevent law enforcement from locating and entering the home without the owner's permission. The current owner, a spirit by the name of Soohk Mootskína'yi Sowoo Saahkómaapi, was away on a trip. April 21st Numerous boats within 3Ports Harbour autonomously removed themselves from the docks and proceeded to beach themselves on the shore; they continued traveling further on land by tearing and deforming their own structure to facilitate locomotion. At the same time, SCP-6426 surfaced from the waterbody, with a large hole in its hull and its wheelhouse visibly torn off. The object proceeded onto land at rapid pace. Around the same time SCP-6426 surfaced, the Three-Portlands Medical Center received a call from Sowoo Saahkómaapi, stating he had been attacked by a home invader and requested medical attention. The events of April 21st have been recorded from surveillance cameras located throughout Three-Portlands and complied into the following log. <11:19 AM>: 17 boats11 move to the borders of the Gunrock District, spacing themselves from each other evenly. Instances then begin generating organic structures, growing along the district's borders and connecting to one another, forming a wall. <11:26 AM>: Civilians flee in panic as SCP-6426 and -B entities kill and absorb people indiscriminately. Gunrock is fully enclosed at this point by an organic blockade, which is covered in a durable exoskeleton. There are several portions of this wall lacking an exoskeleton cover, exposing softer flesh. <11:27 AM>: SCP-6426 travels through a commercial area, absorbing civilians to generate more biomass in an attempt to repair its damages. The object suddenly backs away from the crowd with panicked movements. It then pauses before resuming pursuit, noticeably targeting a specific individual.12 As Izatt runs from the object, a security golem attacks SCP-6426, assaulting it relentlessly. <11:27 AM>: Golems in local law enforcement defend fleeing civilians from SCP-6426-B, while UIU agents and non-golem police direct civilians into secure structures for safety. Authorities make radio contact with personnel outside Gunrock, who begin tunneling through a soft section of the organic blockade. <11:37 AM>: SCP-6426 eventually destroys the golem by falling on top of it repeatedly. SCP-6426 frantically inspects its surroundings, presumably searching for Izatt. The object rapidly moves through the streets before taking a sharp turn and crashing into a local restaurant, possibly expecting another street. The owner of the establishment13 removes two large, curved swords from underneath the counter and attacks SCP-6426. Due to THE GRUEL's anomalous condition, the entity is unable to absorb him. <11:37 AM>: Outside personnel successfully breach the barricade, transporting additional security golems and weaponry into Gunrock. A minority of civilians escape at this time before an SCP-6426-B instance smashes itself into the damaged portion of the barricade, generating biomass that reseals it. <11:39 AM>: Multiple -B entities retrieve the detached portions of SCP-6426 and attempt to return them to it; these instances are accidentally destroyed during the fight. <11:46 AM>: A vast amount of SCP-6426-C instances crawl out from the waterbody, all of which are composed of various extra-dimensional aquatic species found within 3Ports Harbour. -C storm the district, rushing to SCP-6426 and overwhelming THE GRUEL. SCP-6426 retreats back towards the harbour, with multiple -B following behind it and handing it fresh corpses. Certain -B are also seen transferring their own biomass and blood into the object. <11:48 AM>: SCP-6426, with its wheelhouse restored and hole repaired, approaches a cargo boat and attempts to fuse the acquired corpses into it in order to create a massive SCP-6426-B specimen. This process causes the cargo boat to shake, spilling numerous containers into the water. One crate breaks on deck and falls into the water, releasing its contents: over 1,000 hardtack crackers. SCP-6426 immediately stops what it is doing and begins counting the crackers with one of its tendrils. <11:50 AM>: SCP-6426-C form bridges connecting to the roofs of buildings in which civilians are sheltered, for use by -B; the individuals present safely disconnect the -C instances from the roofs. As agents run out of cannon ammunition, a civilian offers up their "rare metals cannonball collection" as a substitute. Upon the impact of a certain cannonball (made of electrum) with an instance of -B, the hull is completely pierced and the entity no longer shows any signs of movement. Authorities instruct all individuals present to procure any electrum they can find. <11:54 AM>: SCP-6426 continues counting the hardtacks while the denizens of Gunrock gather the available electrum in the area and use it to combat SCP-6426-B. As the -B population steadily decreases, SCP-6426 displays agitated movements (but does not cease counting) and all extant instances of -B begin converging towards Izatt. Authorities order multiple security golems to defend Izatt, while agents use this opportunity to destroy multiple SCP-6426-B at once. Instances recklessly destroy numerous -C in their attempt to reach Izatt. <12:07 PM>: UIU agents safely rescue THE GRUEL through the use of sonic weaponry, eliminating the mass of SCP-6426-C enveloping him. Onkar Ahmad appears before the individuals and informs them of SCP-6426's current state.14 THE GRUEL takes the electrum cannonball, forces finger-holes into it, and wields it as a fist-loaded weapon. <12:09 PM>: THE GRUEL travels toward SCP-6426 and punches it once before throwing it onto shore and rapidly beating it. The object is unable to defend itself and performs motions indicating extreme pain. <12:13 PM>: THE GRUEL throws it into the air, jumps into the air himself, and hits SCP-6426 with enough force to send it flying across the Harbour. SCP-6426 impacts a previously undiscovered Way15 and is teleported to the Isle of Portland in Baseline Reality. As a Foundation transportation team was present for its arrival,16 and the object was knocked unconscious, personnel used this opportunity to acquire the anomaly and bring it to the nearby Site-393. While SCP-6426 was largely immobile during initial retrieval, it displayed minor signs of movement shortly after arriving on Site. Contact was made with the UIU to request all available information regarding the object. While initially apprehensive, [REDACTED].17 UIU willingly sent the requested information. As the object shared numerous traits and behavioral compulsions with those of vampires of legend, the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics was requested to draft Special Containment Procedures for the anomaly. Due to Folkloristics lack of knowledge regarding aquatic vehicles, the Department of Nautical Anomalies was called upon to collaborate in the drafting of Procedures. Several nautical analogues to traditional vampiric deterrents were developed, such as placing sharpened electrum in close proximity to the hardtacks it is counting, causing the object to stab itself by accidentally counting the electrum and forcing it to start over from the beginning. During early development, an incident occurred in which the transportation of additional hardtacks was impeded by the local government,18 allowing SCP-6426 to finish counting. The anomaly proceeded to breach its temporary holding cell, absorbing and converting multiple staff members. As on-site guards combated the object and cornered it within an office space, SCP-6426 suddenly began fixating on a Foundation logo present upon nearby research documents. SCP-6426 ceased hostile action and absorbed all SCP-6426-A instances, using their biomass to construct an organic siren which began emitting human vocalizations. Interview.6426: Interviewed: SCP-6426 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sajad Williamson Foreword: SCP-6426 communicated through the siren, using the voice of one of the absorbed staff members. As the recent acquisition and containment drafting of SCP-6426 was approved and overseen by the Site Director, the responsibility of an impromptu interview fell upon them. However, because the Site Director was unable to be physically present at the interview, they relayed the questions through SMS Messenger to staff located in the Intercom Master Room.19 By a 5-1 vote from the personnel present, the recently hired Dr. Williamson was assigned as the interviewer. <Begin Log> SCP-6426: I am… SO sorry. I thought you were those self-righteous lunatics from the church. I apologize profusely for any trouble I may have caused, and I want to point out I fully support your mission. Yes… our first line of defense against the undersea menace! I am more than willing to punch sharks. Selachians! Yes, right. Haha… how rude of me, yes. Dr. Williamson: (To other personnel present, distant) No. No, I don't want to! (To SCP-6426, closer) Uh, we would like you to answer some questions for the record first. SCP-6426: But I- alright. Proceed. Dr. Williamson: F-firstly, what is your relationship with Albert Izatt? SCP-6426: Albert? His first name is really Albert? Huh. Well, what other relationship is there to say besides "the hunter" and "the hunted." Admiral Izatt20 is a ruthless bastard, known for terrorizing and slaughtering people like me. He was leading a search party of those barbaric nautiphiles, intending to gut me like a seal. Dr. Williamson: Can you clarify what you mean by 'people like you?' SCP-6426: Free thinkers of course! People who are unafraid to break from the mold, to carve their own path in life instead of following the predetermined route set by that ignorant 'check valve.' The church is built upon a foundation of lies; no one's really a petty officer on this ship, we're all just… cabin boys, stumbling around in the dark as we follow the commands of an off-hands C.O.B. Heh heheh… if you want real power, real freedom, all you have to do is listen for the call of the beast. Open the porthole, and he'll squeeze you right through. Heheheh… Dr. Williamson: (Distant) Tobi you cockhead, you do this. You're the psychologist! (To SCP-6426) And, um, could you… "explicate?" Could you explicate your activities within the harbour? And- and how you arrived there. SCP-6426: Well, after I got the boatswains off my trail, I found a cave to hide in- I was forced to hide in! Yes. Forced to hide deep into the cave, which turned out to be a tunnel! Surprising. The tunnel led to some coastal community where I took refuge; licking my wounds in the safety of the depths as those zealots stalked the surface. I spent my time preparing, gathering the strength necessary to face them once more. Until I was ambushed, assaulted within my hideout by a boatswain. I fought for my life as I was forced out into the open and descended upon by a manner of monsters and freaks, all of this orchestrated by that scumbag Izatt. I was beaten within an inch of my life before… hm. I'm not quite sure what happened after that; I believe I was knocked unconscious. You'll have to illuminate me on how I came to be in your custody. Dr. Williamson: Uh… we- SCP-6426: These questions so far have been rather strange. Shouldn't you be asking me… I don't know, how many punches I can deliver in the time it takes a sea lion to shit? Or how intense my hatred for sharks is? This… this is the Centre, correct? I'm speaking to a member of the Centre, correct? Dr. Williamson: W-we, uh… yo-you're, um- Dr. Jebet Oei removes Williamson from the microphone before briefly speaking into it. Dr. Oei: Please stand by. Staff deliberate with the Site Director on how to proceed. The Site Director sends a transmission to the Multi-U Department, requesting assistance. SCP-6426's hull undulates in apparent unease. Dr. Williamson returns to the microphone, having been debriefed on relevant documentation. Dr. Williamson: Uhhhh… Um- One second… (papers are heard ruffling over the microphone) Okay. Dr. Williamson: Yes, we are the Shark Punching Centre. We will determine if you are a suitable candidate to carry out the mission: to search, punch, and contain shar- I mean selachians. Silence. SCP-6426: You're not those boneheaded idiots, are you? Silence. SCP-6426: You don't seem much smarter than them, in any case. Now, who are you really? Wait. You said… did you say "containment?" …Initiative? No. No! SCP-6426 immediately attempts escape, crashing into the nearby wall multiple times in order to break through. SCP-6426: NO! <End Log> Closing statement: SCP-6426 was immobilized shortly afterward by containment teams, who impaled it with a naval ram. It is presumed that SCP-6426's violent reaction was triggered by standard Foundation terminology, the reason behind which is unknown. Footnotes 1. Due to an unknown element or the removal of the naval ram. 2. Rate of degradation varies, but exposure to natural sunlight is shown to exacerbate this effect. 3. Similar to the jaws of Macrobdella decora, also known as the North American Medicinal Leech. 4. Due to the anomaly's extreme hostility, testing the limits of this cannot be performed. 5. For example, a human corpse would provide a moderate amount of mobility, while a sea lion or eel provide a low amount. 6. The City of Three Portlands is an extradimensional city-state located within a pocket universe which overlaps with the locations of Portland, Maine; Portland, Oregon; and the Isle of Portland in the United Kingdom. As the city is inaccessible and unknown to the general public, it sports a high population of anomalous human and non-human individuals. Due to the Hoover Mandate, most normalcy organizations (including the Foundation) hold no jurisdiction over Three Portlands. For a more in depth report, see recovered data file: UIU Location Dossier — "Three Portlands". 7. A popular chain of coffee shops in Three-Portlands. 8. Identified as Onkar Ahmad and Greg Moore. 9. The FBI Unusual Incidents Unit hold jurisdiction over most major investigations within Three Portlands. 10. As part of its bi-weekly migration schedule. 11. Now confirmed as SCP-6426-B instances. 12. Identified as Albert Izatt, a member of GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God"). 13. Identified as THE GRUEL. 14. It was later revealed that Ahmad had been exposed to the object's cognitohazard upon their initial encounter, and used as an information scout while under its control. When SCP-6426 was exposed to the hardtacks, this control was broken. 15. A Way is a type of portal that requires a specific item or action to be performed in order to activate, referred to as a Knock. The Knock for this Way requires a large watercraft to impact it at high velocity. 16. The team in question was returning from a failed mission. 17. Information regarding codename PURPLE HARVEST is restricted on a need to know basis. 18. Due to an error in the shipping manifest, the transporting vehicle was stopped on account of suspicion that the shipment was designated for the manufacture of pipe bombs. 19. Located adjacent to the office space; both rooms are visible to each other through a glass divider. 20. Records show the last time Izatt stepped foot on a watercraft was when he was 3 years old. More From This Author More From This Author Crow-Cat's Works SCPs SCP-7547 • SCP-7755 • SCP-6818 • SCP-050-INT • Tales/GoI Formats What does B stand for? • SPC-6985: THE ANTI-SHARK • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6426" by Crow-Cat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6426. Licensed under CC-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-6427 | keter | Item#: 6427 LevelN/A Containment Class: none Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Item #: SCP-64271 Special Containment Procedures: Undefined.3 Description: SCP-6427 is the temporary designation given to an entity currently inside Site-324. The full extent of its abilities is currently unknown, but it is believed that SCP-6427 is capable of teleportation, abnormal feats of strength, and enhanced agility.4 SCP-6427 appears to be a pale grey creature approximately 3 meters tall.5 SCP-6427 possesses irregular body proportions, with some appendages extending over 2 meters further than others.6 SCP-6427 possesses mild antimemetic properties, which it theoretically uses in order to avoid description.7 SCP-6427 was discovered after sightings of a hostile force inside Site-324 were confirmed on 12/10/2021. The entity proceeded to engage several members of Site Security, ultimately overpowering them and turning towards nearby personnel.8 The entity materialized inside Junior Researcher Michaels' living quarters at approximately 3:56 AM9 and was subsequently restrained accidentally by a file describing it10, which Michaels had made in an attempt to communicate with any available member of site staff.11 SCP-6427 is thought to possess an aversion to written descriptions of it, which render it inert.12 When SCP-6427 is actively described in a document, it assumes a fetal position, although a pause longer than a second restores its ability to move.13 Although SCP-6427 could remain contained indefinitely14 by describing it, this method of containment is unfeasible, in part due to th [LAST ACTIVE: 560 MINUTES AGO.] [PAGE LOCK EXPIRED.] Footnotes 1. pending approval. 2. pending approval. 3. Note: Forward this to HCML rep. 4. discerning additional abilities has presented several challenges, due to the ongoing situation. 5. Taking exact measurements is currently unfeasible. 6. I'll be cleaning up the description when the entity isn't breathing down my neck. I hope. 7. As if anyone could describe a single creature for long, especially at this hour. Also: Double-check the meaning of antimemetic later. 8. This is probably off tone, hopefully, I'll be able to fix it later. 9. Bastard. REMOVE THIS LATER 10. A miracle, if you take into account the battery left on my laptop. 11. I will never thank orientation enough after this. We all laughed at "If you see an entity lunging at you, use your last breath to document it", but I guess it's not always about being part of an undercover meat grinder with these people. 12. Verbal descriptions and video logs seem to have no effect since the entity did not stop until I wrote its designation. 13. Note: I was willing to risk it for science. It's practically on top of me now. 14. Provided I find my power cord. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6427" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6427. Licensed under CC-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-6428 | safe | SCP-6428 during recovery. Item #: SCP-6428 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6428 is contained in a standard object containment cell. Subjects working with SCP-6428 must be screened and approved before testing with the object. SCP-6428-1 is contained in a standard containment locker. Description: SCP-6428 is a pink dunking booth measuring 3 meters in height. With the exception of its capacity to replenish its water, quickly repair any damage done to it, and its heater and pump constantly running without electrical power, the object bears no physical anomalies. SCP-6428-1 is a collection of twenty three baseballs. When a living being holds onto an instance of SCP-6428-1 and stands away from SCP-6428 at a distance with the intention of hitting the target, SCP-6428-A will instantly manifest on the seat. SCP-6428-A is a sapient entity whose form alters radically with each appearance. Only a handful of the entity's traits are consistent. These include: The inability or the unwillingness to leave SCP-6428; The depiction of SCP-6428-A's form corresponds with a particular and/or personal aspect of the subject that they themselves view in a negative light (embarrassment, disgust, anger etc); Is highly talkative and can speak in a variety of accents.1 SCP-6428-A will attempt to goad the subject into hitting SCP-6428's target. The entity accomplishes this by frustrating and/or upsetting the subject with well-crafted personal insults and non-stop aggravation. If the subject leaves without hitting the target, SCP-6428-A will remain in SCP-6428, ranging from 1 hour to six days before vanishing. If the subject is successful in hitting the target, the seat will drop SCP-6428-A into the water. At this point, additional anomalous phenomena2 will occur inside SCP-6428, invariably leading to the death and demanifestation of SCP-6428-A.3 Following SCP-6428-A's demise, subjects will gain a sense of positivity and believe they have made progress on their own. However, this is not objectively true, and the feelings will quickly subside. Additionally, for each SCP-6428-1 instance that is thrown, approximately $100 dollars will be missing from their personal finances. Discovery: SCP-6428 was discovered within the premises of a county fair in Goat City, Tennessee after information of SCP-6428-A's properties began circulating on social media. These posts were taken down, and all witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics. The fairs' security footage was examined, revealing two hooded humanoid entities driving up to the edge of the fair in a truck and quickly offloading SCP-6428 before leaving. A note was left taped to SCP-6428 which read: "DEAR WARDENS: YOU CAN HAVE THIS ONE M.L.F.4" Addendum-01, Partial Test Log: After containment was established, a series of tests were authorized for the purpose of understanding the boundaries of SCP-6428-A. All subjects were given a seat amount of $100 USDs before each test. To see the full test log, contact Dr. Nicholas Cann. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/6428/Test/Partial ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Test #: 001 Subject: D-45789 Subject Notes: D-45789 was diagnosed with body dysmorphia and multiple eating disorders before joining the Foundation. Result: SCP-6428-A appeared as an obese human-bovine hybrid. SCP-6428-A made 'mooing' noises while making gestures of shoving food into their mouth. D-46789 curses expletives at the entity. The entity responded by speaking, the audio equipment failed to pick up the entire sentence, but it involved SCP-6428-A loudly exclaiming "Try me you fat cow, we all know you're going to stuff your pie hole when this is all over!" While making raspberries towards D-46789. D-45789 screamed continued cursing at SCP-6428-A, using most of her reserves of SCP-6428-A. D-45789 eventually successfully hit the target. The water transformed into boiling cooking oil just as SCP-6428-A fell in, soon emerging as a giant-sized hamburger before vanishing. D-45789 sighed in relief and expressed moderate elation before being escorted from the testing chamber. D-45789 was found later that day in the site's cafeteria; she was silently crying while consuming a hamburger. Test #: 005 Subject: Agent Rodney Subject Notes: Agent Rodney is a seasoned agent who is primarily concerned with cases related to the Miracle Liberation Front. Result: SCP-6428-A manifested as a clone of Agent Rodney, with the only difference being that the entity's muscles look substantially weak, they are wearing a stereotypical hero costume with the words "Mr. R" written on the front and has bright red rosy cheeks. The entity is carrying a toy fire truck. Agent Rodney attempts to hold a conversation with SCP-6428-A; the entity responds by repeating Agent Rodney's last sentence in a dismissive and mocking tone. Agent Rodney attempts to reason with SCP-6428-A, citing benefits of cooperation with Foundation personnel. SCP-6428-A responds by citing all of Agent Rodney's faults then makes out with the fire truck. Agent Rodney is visibly shocked, then becomes angered. Agent Rodney throws a handful of SCP-6428-1, failing to hit the target. Agent Rodney refuses to resume testing in exasperation and leaves the chamber. SCP-6428-A points and laughs at Agent Rodney but their grip slips in the process and the toy becomes lodged into their throat. The entity panics and attempts to dislodge the object from the throat; they fail and succumb to asphyxiation. SCP-6428-A immediately demanifests. Test #: 023 Subject: Security Guard Benns Subject Notes: Security Guard Benns have lost a leg and an eye in the line of duty and wears prosthetics. Result SCP-6428-A manifests as a stereotypical pirate with a peg leg, an eyepatch, and a parrot on its shoulder. The pirate's only form of communication is making grunts or saying the phrase 'arrgh' multiple times; the parrot speaks in a high-pitch Boston accent. The parrot disparages Security Guard Benns, citing his disabilities and that he should've been put on a desk job instead. SCP-6428-A further elaborated that he'll never be able to hit the target because he only has 'one eye on the prize.' Security Guard Benns smiles, then shoots SCP-6428's target with his sidearm. SCP-6428-A falls into the water and remerges, visibly stunned. SCP-6428-A vehemently accuses Security Guard Benns of cheating as several sharks manifest in the water. SCP-6428-A silent gasps and screams as they are violently consumed by the sharks. Security Guard Benns then requests a smoke break. Request accepted. Test #: 031 Subject: Dr. Cann Subject Notes: Dr. Cann is a seasoned doctor who specializes in pataphysics. Result: SCP-6428-A appears as a clone of Dr. Helen Dray, a colleague of Dr. Cann. Unlike most tests, they remain silent and observe Dr. Cann with a sympathetic expression. Dr. Cann questions SCP-6428-A on their silence. SCP-6428-A responds with "You're a ginger. How can I put you in more pain than you already are?" SCP-6428-A gets off the seat and stands on the water. The entity then anomalously extends their finger before lightly tapping on the target. A loud toilet flushing sound is heard as SCP-6428-A slowly sinks into SCP-6428. The entity salutes Dr. Cann while frowning in an exaggerated manner before disappearing under the water. Dr. Cann suspended testing for the rest of the day. Alright, this has gone far enough. It's about time we pull off the kiddie gloves, I'm not leaving without that interview. —Dr. Cann Test #: 032 Subjects: D-45798, Agent Rodney, Dr. Cann, Security Guard Benns. Result (See Addendum-02) [END LOG] Addendum-02, Incident: On the 15th of May, measures were taken to establish an interview with SCP-6428-A. This have proven difficult as the entity prefers to focus on the subject and constantly tries to derail any conversation that would give insight. To combat this, multiple subjects were chosen to interact with SCP-6428 at once, and had to cooperate with one another in maintaining communication with SCP-6428-A. This was the most recent test to date on the object. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/6428/Incident/6428-A ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Agent Rodney: This is going to be a S-show, isn't it? God, I don't have the energy for this. [Four of the Foundation personnel organize themselves in a line with Agent Rodney, D-45789, Security Guard Benns and Dr. Cann front to back respectively. A small ramp has been placed under the target leading to the group. A bucket of SCP-6428-1 are placed near them; all of them are holding an SCP-6428-1 instances] Security Guard Benns: We haven't even started, Rod. Maybe this one will be different. Wait… S… Show? Huh? Agent Rodney: What? I'm trying to cut down on the swearing. I heard it doesn't do… erm… for the language part of the brain well… yeah. D-45789: Yeah, we don't want to upset your mom or anything. God, so fucking weak— Dr. Cann: Hey, can up, and play nice. Please? We gotta get this done. Otherwise we'll miss the ice cream social. Okay? Okay. So why is it not working yet? Is one person's the limit or are we too far— [SCP-6428-A manifests on the seat as an anthropomorphic donkey wearing a dunce cap and a bowtie. The entity's front teeth are abnormally large and a large smile is plastered on his face. SCP-6428-A's bow spins in place as the sound of a bicycle horn plays in the background.] Dr. Cann: [Muttering] Well at least his looks make sense this time. SCP-6428-A: GUH-HYUK! Howdy folks! Long time no see, now who's up to batter this round. I gotta load of good zingers tonig— oh? [D-45789 snarls; Agent Rodney sighs; Security Guard Benns appears visibly bored; and Dr. Cann is frowning. SCP-6428-A learns, displaying signs of amusement, then snickers.] SCP-6428-A: Talk about a tough crowd. Let's see… wow! Cow, Cyclops, Ginger, and the Simp? The gang's all here? For me? [SCP-6428-A smile widens] Awww… you guys missed me haven't you? D-45789: Go to hell. SCP-6428-A: ♪ Ladies first! ♪ Huh, oh! Congrats on the pregnancy, by the way! D-45789: Pregnant? SCP-6428-A: You're not? Oh wait a minute… your large pie hole… enlarged tummy… ah it's a food baby, then. My mistake. Congratulations! Try not to leave this on the doorstep like your folks this time, eh? Can you do that, sweetie pie? D-45789: You motherfuc— Dr. Cann: SCP-6428-A! Understand this is not a cordial visit. You— SCP-6428-A: Ugh, up with that interview crap again? Jesus Christ you're so annoying. Dr. Cann: And you're not? SCP-6428-A: Never said I was an angel. Agent Rodney: Do we really need this Cann? I doubt whatever this guy says is going to be helpful. SCP-6428-A: Tubby toes' got a point. Dr. Cann: No, no. He's not leaving without an answer. And you will answer, or else. SCP-6428-A: Or what? You gonna tell on me? Security Guard Benns: Yes. [SCP-6428-A tilts their head in confusion.] Security Guard Benns: If you're not going to cooperate, the Foundation won't see any reason to hand you a bone. Meaning you can be disposed of. SCP-6428-A: Oh puh-leeze! Like they're gonna kill me! this is basically a prison, remember? Security Guard Bennss: That's exactly the point. We can just as easily lock you in the hole, toss the key, and not lose any sleep over it. And we all know how much you love to talk. [SCP-6428-A frowns, then scratches their chin.] SCP-6428-A: So either solitary or being bossed around by the lollipop guild. Hm… tough choice. Dr Cann: SCP-64— SCP-6428-A: Alright, alright chill out, dickless. I'll play along… as long as you play along. I need to make a living after all. Agent Rodney: But you don't even spend the money what could you possibly use— [SCP-6428-A changes their form similar in appearance to Rich Uncle Pennybags.5 All of the entity's clothing is made from individual $100 dollar banknotes; only the fake mustache appears unfinished.] [Silence.] SCP-6428-A: What? The goatee isn't gonna finish itself. Agent Rodney: [Sigh] Yep, I don't have the energy for this. Can I get some coffee, Cann? Please? I'm getting a headache already. Dr. Cann: Sure, don't take too long. [Agent Rodney nods and leaves the room. D-45789 begins throwing SCP-6428-1 instances as SCP-6428-A changes their form again into a large hamburger, constantly leaking ketchup and mustard. The flaps between the burger patty and the top bun move as the entity speaks.] D-45789: Alright asshole, let's kick off with a little question that's been nagging: who the flying fuck do you think you are? SCP-6428-A: Um, either your kryptonite or your future self. I think you already have an idea Miss Moo. [D-45789 shakes violently but stops when Security Guard Benns loudly clears his throat. D-45789 takes a deep breath and smiles; she is clenching her teeth firmly.] D-45789: W-What I meant to say was, what exactly are you? We know you're connected to the tank, but who are really? Are you really human? [Ketchup and mustard continues leaking from SCP-6428-A.] SCP-6428-A: …Were you dropped? D-45789: Okay, fuck you then. So what's next? Are you a ghost or something? SCP-6428-A: … [Sniffs] My god, I'm… I'm so sorry. [All personnel observe SCP-6428-A, who continues stiflingly. A transparent liquid begins seeping from the upper-portion of the top bun.] SCP-6428-A: I… I keep forget… I keep forgetting why I'm the way I am. I just… can't help it. It's just part of who I am… and I can't stop it. Especially… that night. D-45789: That… night? [SCP-6428-A displays a gesture reminiscent of nodding. D-45789 slowly moves closer to SCP-6428. Security Guard Benns shakes his head in disbelief.] SCP-6428-A: You were right… I'm what you would call… a ghost, I guess. I mean I definitely know for a fact I used to be in a different body. I… the memories are hazy. I know I'm not from this earth. I… was a king, I think? I know I used to be in charge of a kingdom. That's right! I had a wife, a son! I had… I had… oh god, no! How could I be so blind to it? What have I done? What did I do?! D-45789: Did what? Mister, what happened? What did you… are you okay? [SCP-6428-A mutters to itself, their words are barely audible as they openly sob. D-45789 moves closer to SCP-6428, dropping her SCP-6428-1 instance.] D-45789: Mister?… Mister? Dr. Cann: D-45789! I wouldn't advise that. It's going to— [SCP-6428-A suddenly lurches forwards and audibly sneezes. Ketchup, mustard, and enlarged pickle propel itself out of SCP-6428's cage onto D-45789. D-45789 is covered head to toe, she is visibly shocked. SCP-6428-A laughs.] SCP-6428-A: God, you actually fell for that? I wasn't even trying! Jesus, just when I think you can't get any dumber you keep flapping those lips! D-45789: …What? SCP-6428-A: I made it up ya dumb cow! As far as I'm concerned, I was born like this. That's it. If you read the file and put two and two together you would have known that! I can't blame you too much though, all that fat you've been choking down must be clogging your brain! D-45789: Fucker! I will destroy you! Dr. Cann: Wait! Hold on— [D-45789 sprints towards SCP-6428, only to collide with an invisible barrier. D-45789 falls to the floor in pain as she covers her nose. Security Guard Benns helps D-45789 to her feet.] D-45789: Ow…. ow! The hell… hell was…? Security Guard Benns: Invisible wall. Spawns every time when somebody tries to get physical. No one told you? D-45789: N-No one did. I wasn't… erm— SCP-6428-A: —Wasn't informed? Not surprising. Aren't you guys supposed to be human cannon fodder? Security Guard Benns: Eat shit and die. D… forget it, miss, just rest in the corner. I'll handle this. [D-45789 growls, staring at SCP-6428-A before nodding. She moves to the wall and sits down, massaging her nose. Security Guard Benns carcasses the SCP-6428-1 instance in his palms. SCP-6428-A changes their form into a creature resembling a cyclops.] SCP-6428-A: Huh… I get the feeling you're not too happy with me right now— [Security Guard Benns throws the SCP-6428-1 instance between the bars of SCP-6428's tank. The instance bounces off an invisible barrier between the bars. SCP-6428-A smiles and raises its eyebrow multiple times.] SCP-6428-A: I understand you're not too happy with me right now. Security Guard Benns: So this is your whole thing? [Throws Instance] Singing like an asswipe canary? [Throws Instance]. SCP-6428-A: Uh, Duhh! It's what I was built for after all. Security Guard Benns: Let me guess, you're the dunk tank? [Throws Instance]. SCP-6428-A: Yes— well… more like a ghost?… a physical persona… a stand? Eh, take your pick. I wasn't… and then I was. That's all you need to know, anything else it'll cost you an arm or leg. Oh… wait a minute— [Security Guard Benns throws multiple SCP-6428-1 instances, failing to hit the target.] Security Guard Benns: So not only does your existence literally have no point whatsoever, you're just a glorified one-trick pony. I can't tell if that's sad or pathetic. SCP-6428-A: Eh, maybe. ♪ But at least I'm not a train wreck! ♪ I mean, who do people think I am? Their therapist? It's not my job to lick their wounds. I mean it's bad enough they use me for a 'pick me up' every time I get dunked, but— Security Guard Benns: Wait, wait— Hold on, hold on. [Security Guard Benns ceases throwing SCP-6428-1 instances.] Security Guard Benns: Let me try to get this straight… are you trying to say that the mental effect of whenever someone dunks you is actually a small portion of another ability you have? As in you, you can… help people with their problems? SCP-6428-A: That's right. Security Guard Benns: But you choose not to because you think it's… funny? [SCP-6428-A leans forward, its lips are twisted into a large grin.] SCP-6428-A: That's right. [Security Guard Benns quickly reaches for his sidearm but is stopped by Dr. Cann. Dr. Cann hands him a cigarette.] Dr. Cann: Forget it, you know it'll just brush it off. Besides, we're not done. I think it's time for your break anyways. [Security Guard Benns rolls his eyes, takes the cigarette and stands to the side. He lights the cigarette with his lighter and smokes. SCP-6428-A changes their form into an entity resembling a stick figure with a trollage face. Dr. Cann starts throwing SCP-6428-1 instances] SCP-6428-A: Ain't I a stinker? Dr. Cann: Yes… yes you are. One more thing. What you were doing at the fair and why does it have to do with the Liberation Front? SCP-6428-A: Those Serpent Hand wannabees? Eh, nothing special. It's kind of a funny story actually… [SCP-6428-A sees Agent Rodney enter the chamber with a coffee cup in hand. The entity smiles and changes their form into a scarecrow with a farmer hat. Agent Rodney stops upon seeing SCP-6428-A, becoming visibly confused.] SCP-6428-A: So you really want to know why I was there? At the fair? Well the truth was, I was abandoned there, on the orders of a man… a man named Farmer Brown. [Dr. Cann raises an eyebrow as he continues to throw. Agent Rodney opens his eyes and gets closer to SCP-6428-A.] Agent Rodney: Farmer Brown? He… he did that? SCP-6428-A: Oh you know him? The fruitcake with a green thumb and itchy trigger finger? Who else? That guy… he's a real piece of work. He acts all nice and brings out all this spiritual crap, but boy ain't it a load of shit. And because of that I paid the price. Agent Rodney: No… no, no— that doesn't make sense. I can't see why— SCP-6428-A: Well, he did! And not only that, he also— Dr. Cann: Its lying. Agent Rodney: Huh? Dr. Cann: We got new intel. Apparently from what I've been told a couple of low-level employees got too annoyed by this little gem and decided to make it our problem. 'Brown', had nothing to do with it. SCP-6428-A: Oh, screw you freckles! I had a good thing going there. Dick! Dr. Cann: The pot said to the kettle. Agent Rodney: Really? I can't believe— now you're lying, huh? I don't… look! I'm trying to give you respect and you keep… I dunno… being a dick about it. And I don't think I appreciate what you're doing. So why not we all calm down here, I think we gotten off the wrong foot— [SCP-6428-A pulls out a harmonica and sings.] SCP-6428-A: ♪ Rodney and Brown, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G— ♪ [Agent Rodney is visibly shocked before expressing signs of outrage. He turns to Dr. Cann.] Agent Rodney: Hey Cann, didn't you say you guys recently came up with a theory that 6428 may be telepathic? Dr. Cann: That's the most likely theory, yes… why? Agent Rodney: Hm… hold on. [Agent Rodney scratches his chin then focuses his attention towards SCP-6428-A. SCP-6428-A continues singing in a mocking tone before stopping suddenly dropping the harmonica in confusion, and transforming into a large chocolate ice cream cone.] SCP-6428-A: This is new. So what’s it this time? Are you another fat cow? Maybe lactose intolerant? Tell me! Tell me! I… oh god. Dr. Cann: Hm? SCP-6428-A? Wh— [SCP-6428-A lurches forward. A mouth appears on the entity and they vomit a dark brown liquid into the water. SCP-6428-A sputters as they shake violently.] SCP-6428-A: W-What the hell are y-you doing? What is… what is… no, no no! Make it stop! God nooooooo! [SCP-6428-A continues to vomit. In a move of desperation, the entity bangs their head against the bars. All personnel observe SCP-6428-A with confusion.] Dr. Cann: Um… Rod… what did you… Agent Rodney: Saw something I shouldn't have when I was young. Didn't think it would be this effective— SCP-6428-A: No, no! What kind of cruel… why does that exist?! Okay, okay! You win, you win. I'll stop being a dick, just help me out here. You gotta hit the thing! Agent Rodney: The target. SCP-6428-A: I'll keep thinking of stuff constantly unless I'm dunked, it'll reset. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a fucking cherry on top! I'll do anything! Agent Rodney: Anything? SCP-6428-A: Yes, yes! Sure thing— Agent Rodney: I don't know, we're running pretty low on money— SCP-6428-A: Here, here! You can have it back. [SCP-6428-A snaps. A small pile of $100 dollar banknotes manifest on the ground. Agent Rodney nods in approval.] Agent Rodney: Yep, this is more than enough. SCP-6428-A: So we're clear? Agent Rodney: No. SCP-6428-A: Wha— Agent Rodney: I'll be sent out to the field in five. Can't spare a single second. Smell you later. SCP-6428-A: B-But you'll come back right? Right?! Agent Rodney: Sure… maybe… I dunno… Bye. [Agent Rodney leaves. SCP-6428-A turns to look at D-45789.] SCP-6428-A: So… listen I didn't mean it— D-45789: What's that? Sorry I can't hear you right now. I'm a dumb cow that loves stuffing her face, remember? Now, if you excuse me, there's an ice cream bar that needs my attention. I bet it'll taste real sweet. [D-45789 leaves. SCP-6428-A turns to Dr. Cann, who is collecting the banknotes.] SCP-6428-A: Listen, I actually think ging— erm, redheads are pretty cool. Dr. Cann: You're wasting your time. I got a report to write, do whatever you want. [Dr. Cann leaves. SCP-6428-A's breath is shaky as they turn to Security Guard Benns. He is smiling and is almost finished with his cigarette.] Security Guard Benns: Sure, I'll give it my best shot. SCP-6428-A: You… you mean it? Security Guard Benns: Absolutely. My smoke break is almost over anyways. I don't think I could get a good shot with those walls in the way though… SCP-6428-A: Not even a problem! [SCP-6428-A snaps their fingers.] SCP-6428-A: There you go! All gone! Now please, take your best shot— [A SCP-6428-1 instance is thrown straight into SCP-6428-A's face. It becomes embedded into the ice cream. The entity expresses pain.] SCP-6428-A: Ow, ow! What the hell was that for? Security Guard Benns: Blame my depth perception. Now as you excuse me, I'm taking my second smoke break. Too-da-loo. [Security Guard Benns smokes another cigarette and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.] SCP-6428-A: Hey, hey! Let's talk about this! I… I have plenty of information about the Front! Yeah, you won't be able to get it if I'm stuck here all day. Right?… Right?! Dammit! I'll… I-I'll sue your asses if you don't come back now and finish this. I have rights and you don't have a right— shit! [SCP-6428-A slips off the seat and falls into the water, which is now colored green. SCP-6428-A remerges from the water a moment later, their ice cream is now green. SCP-6428-A looks at their reflection in the water and cries.] [END LOG] Unlike SCP-6428-A, the entity finally demanifested after reaching the twenty four day mark. Further interviews with SCP-6428-A revealed that they are now weary of any subject concerning Agent Rodney, the color brown, lesbians, and 'one cup'. Proposals to amend containment procedures to gain SCP-6428-A's compliance with this information in mind is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Despite this, SCP-6428-A almost exclusively chooses to speak in a poorly-imitated Boston American accent. 2. Like SCP-6428-A, the exact phenomena is dependent on the subject's identity. 3. These deaths are inconsequential, as SCP-6428-A will be unharmed in future remanifestations with memory of the event 4. A group of sapient anomalies whose main objective is the permeant dismantlement of normalcy and establishing a SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario in the process. 5. The main mascot of the board game, Monopoly. |
SCP-6429 | safe | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6429 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6429 are contained within separate storage lockers at Reliquary Site-27. Foundation containment teams are to routinely monitor the Himalayas for SCP-6429-A activity every 6 months. Size comparison between an instance of SCP-6429-A (right) and an average human male (left) Description: SCP-6429 denotes a set of items that consist of several remains of an anomalous hominid species (SCP-6429-A) as well as several pieces of media depicting SCP-6429-A. SCP-6429 instances have primarily come from the Himalayas and the regions surrounding it. SCP-6429-A has been designated Homo magnus frater. SCP-6429 includes: SCP-6429-1 refers to a collection of body parts from SCP-6429-A. SCP-6429-1 includes several finger bones belonging to an SCP-6429-A instance. This has pointed towards SCP-6429-A belonging to the taxonomic order Primates due to the similar bone structure of the digits. These digits contain the presence of abnormal bone growth resembling that of bear claws. SCP-6429-1 also includes a mummified scalp of an SCP-6429-A instance, with carbon dating suggesting it to be approximately 300-400 years old. Both the finger bones and scalp were originally discovered to be in the possession of Tibetan Buddhist monks. SCP-6429-1 also includes several strands of red hair collected from a Hollow Cedar Tree in Bhutan from an SCP-6429-A instance. DNA analysis has shown that SCP-6429-A contains DNA from several now extinct Hominid species as well as DNA related to a now extinct palaeolithic bear species, endemic to the Himalayas. It is unknown how SCP-6429-A instances were capable of inhabiting this environment. SCP-6429-2 refers to a photo depicting a footprint in the snow from an SCP-6429-A instance. Analysis has shown that the footprint closely resembles the foot structure of several Hominid species not endemic to the Himalayan region. The footprint is roughly 0.75 metres in length. SCP-6429-3 refers to an artistic rendering of an SCP-6429-A instance found in the Anatomical Dictionary by Lovsan Yondon and Tsend Otchuber circa the 18th century. SCP-6429-A is believed to be the "Yeti" as described in Tibetan mythology. If all instances of SCP-6429 are brought together within a radius of 5 metres, a reality altering phenomenon will take place in which SCP-6429-A will manifest within certain media. Notable examples include the appearance of the character Bumble in the 1964 Christmas television special Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Another notable example is the appearance of The Abominable Snowman in the 2001 animated movie Monsters, Inc. Addendum 6429.1: In 1957 MTF Psi-01 ("Snow Plough") were tasked with attempting to locate and contain an SCP-6429-A instance. Due to technology at the time, the only recording of the mission is a journal from Psi-01 member Jasper Clarke. This occured before the discovery of all the SCP-6429 instances. March 1st 1957 I haven't been on a Foundation exploration for the better half of a year, let alone one that has taken me so far out of the country. It irritates me to my core not to be given even the slightest hint of what we may come across. All they have disclosed is that it's some kind of beast hidden within the Himalayan mountains. Such secrecy, I hope, is not an omen of what is to come, but I won't push for more details if I am to keep this job. For the first day of the expedition, it was a rather pleasant mood, meeting up with several other Foundation operatives from the area at a camp by the base of the mountains. They introduced our team to two monks from the area. They spoke of a species of wild men within the mountains. Not many details about their appearance were given, however the name "Yeti" was thrown around, or as they referred to it, "Yeh Teh". I faintly recognised the name from the newspapers. The monks told us that the creature was fairly neutral, only attacking if disturbed. I suppose that's one good thing. We stopped by base camp to prepare for tomorrow's endeavour. I pray to God that I arrive home with all my limbs still attached to me. Supper was served in the mess hall. The standard grub with a little bit of regional flair. Not too bad for the Foundation, although the addition of some salt would have satisfied me much better. I couldn't help but wander out a little after dark. Sneaking out in the dead silence of night to explore a little, as was my curious nature. Outside the camp was a little shack that had the lights still on. Wondering what was happening inside I looked in through a hole in the wall. It appeared to be a group of young men forming a half circle around a series of artefacts. What looked to be several bones and a patch of dirty, furry flesh. Around the remains were several photos that I could not identify. They definitely weren't the monks, and were seeming to perform some kind of rite. I thought it best not to intrude on forces that I do not understand, so I quickly made my way back to the site. March 2nd 1957 It was around 6:45 AM when we set off into the mountains. Our captain said that it was best to leave before many people saw us in our gear in case the locals caught onto our plans. The two monks from the day before joined our group to give guidance so we didn't get ourselves killed. I was rather suspicious as to the reason for them tagging along, but I suppose it would help to have a few extra spotters while I take my morning piss. The day was mostly uneventful. The thick forests lead into barren wastes of brown soil and giant grey rocks that looked as if they had been placed there by titans. In the distances were titanic mountains covered in snow that stretched above the clouds. I had heard the tales of British explorers who dared climb to the top of these structures, lumbering through the bitter cold and low oxygen. Even at this point I had begun to feel light headed, requiring a rest every so often as we trekked through the unending landscape and so called "wonder of the world" We discovered the carcass of a deceased yak, with its gut being torn down the side by ravenous talons and its neck being bitten open by the jaws of some colossal animal. A leg had been pulled from its body right out of the socket and had been seemingly dragged away by some creature. A trail of bloody footprints led off over a hill. Not in all my years on this planet had I seen such giant imprints before; with a wide base and spread out toes that ended in large nails. They were bigger than our ice picks and had to have been from the illusive wild men that haunted these mountains. From the distance stood a man and his cattle, simply watching us. He did not make a move, he only watched. By nightfall we had established a base within a cave, with the entrance being a thin slit in between the rocks to protect us from predators. The cave was rather spacious on the inside, with enough room to set up several tents to hold out for the night. We were lucky to have made the decision to stay in that cave, since during the night we came under attack by a dark shape in the night. It was impossible to make out, but most of us agreed it was just a bear snooping around. If anything it reminded me just how big bears are. The captain, being as stern as he always is, simply loaded his weapon and shot at the cave walls near it, scaring away the animal. March 3rd 1957 Today we noticed a large furry beast far in the distance storming its way up a mountain. It was hard to make out any distinct features from the mass as it stumbled about. Whether it walked on four legs or two legs, I could not tell. Perhaps it was just another bear, and I know this may seem to contradict what I have stated previously, but I doubt a bear could ever grow to such a size. Nevertheless it was our first potential sighting, so we decided to call out and see if we could get its attention. It shifted its head round to take a look at us with bright, glowing eyes. It was as if it stared directly into our souls. Just like that it swiftly turned back around and wandered off. In an attempt to follow the beast, we rushed to its location to find absolutely no tracks. It was as if it had never been there, like some figment. To gauge some kind of idea where this thing could be, we asked several of the locals. The word "mi-dred" was uttered several times. It was some kind of half man hybrid that stalked the mountains. You think a whole species of giant monkeys would show themselves more. March 4th 1957 During the night we were faced with more bears surrounding the cave, instead this time they just sat there staring at us with intense eyes, ready to pounce at any moment. By sunrise they had all gone, with no trace left behind as per usual. Something quite shocking had occured today. While taking a break, Jason left to go relieve himself behind the rocks. After roughly a minute, we heard the sound of gunshots and screaming. Rushing to the location revealed Jason's flailing body being mauled by a huge bear. The beast was over three metres tall, with black piercing eyes and ragged reddish fur. Its maw was a mess of gore and saliva, as visera dropped from its jaws. We began to shoot at the beast, yet our bullets simply bounced off its immense pelt, landing on the dirt nearby. The creature barely even reacted as it let go of Jason's throat, allowing his body to slump down to the ground. The beast looked upon us with hungry eyes, showing off a thousand scars from a history of fighting. As it began to approach the mountains were suddenly filled with the roar of something else, something much bigger. The bear began to wince, quickly turning before running off. Jason's body was frozen in a state of terror, his eyes rolled back in a mix of suffocation and blood loss, his arms clutching at a burst jugular. We buried him in the snow of a nearby mountain. If a bear like that was scared away by that roar, I can only imagine the creature that produced it. Part of me wants to get this over and done with, yet the other is fearful of what I may encounter during the next few days. I feel my skin shivering and my hairs standing up. The monks told us that we should act quickly, since the wild men are growing more agitated the more we stay here. March 5th 1957 Once again we have been beset on by the bears, however something was different. From within the cave came the sound of chanting, as the giant bear from the day before walked through the crowd, clutched in its jaws was the corpse of Jason. As muck and blood dribbled down onto the grown, it dropped the rotting body by the cave's entrance, hissing and growling as it waited. From the darkness behind came a colossal figure, rumbling the ground as it walked. Each step was slow and lumbering, as the monster came into view. Under bloody matted hair was a gaunt yet muscular frame with broad shoulders and bulky limbs. Its face had a wide toothy maw that grinned with inhuman malice. The remainder of the head was shadowed by thick dreads. Its arms stretched down to its knees, with human figures ending in black talons. The figure must have been at least five metres tall and at least half a tonne. Clenching its fists it produced a tremendous cry, some cacophony of roars from bears, cows, monkeys and even the screams of humans. The cry spurted out saliva and blood, coating the ground and rock. After a good ten second, the monster finally stopped. At that moment all the bears began to approach the entrance. The horde began to claw at the cave's entrance, some even wrapping their jaws around the rock, breaking teeth and stone. The captain ordered us to gather our weapons and begin our assault on the mass of bears. The bullets burst through their thick skulls, causing many to collapse. As soon as one fell it was replaced by another who would begin digging at the entrance. As it slowly widened, more breached through, causing us all to back up until we hit a wall. A monk found himself too close to the horde and was quickly engulfed by the bears. In an instant, his body was torn apart. The entrance was wide enough for the colossal humanoid to enter as we all stared frozen in place, too afraid to raise our weapons. The captain pulled out a pistol, pointing it towards the creature's head. With a smile on its face it merely swatted the weapon away before a round was unloaded. By this point I had fully accepted that any attempt at escape would be futile and would result in the death of my dignity as well. I accepted the death that was soon to come, yet it never came. Peeling open my eyes, I saw the horde had turned to face towards the caves entrance. Several metres away from the entrance stood another one of the wild men, however this time it was covered with a coat almost whiter than the surrounding snow. The two beasts looked at each other completely still and unreactive. The bears began to exit from the cave along with their leader. With a charge they engaged the other beast. In my panic I couldn't not recall the ensuing battle that took place. The only piece I can remember is the noise of it all. Like an orchestra of chaos, the two forces fought, sending meat and guts into the surrounding area. The entrance now free, we all ran down the mountains, hoping to be free of the wild mens rampage. I had never ran so fast in my life. It wasn't until sunrise did we finally see base camp and we could finally leave this place for good. While driving on the coach back across the border, I couldn't help but notice how all the civilians around were staring at us as we went along. Not like a curious stare, but one that seemed to be filled with intention. Maybe I'm just imagining things. I can't seem to get the image of the wild men out of my head. Maybe I just need a proper night's rest, that's all. After the return of Psi-01, a second Foundation containment team, MTF Lambda-08, were sent in and reported no activity from the Himalayan region regarding the SCP-6429-A instances. Lambda-08 discovered the location of Psi-01's campsite situated within a space through an opening in a cliff face. There were clear signs of weathering, with bits of rock being chipped away from the sides of the entrance. The body of Jason Heisenberg was located roughly 20 miles from the campsite. Along with this, there was also a clear lack of evidence that a fight had taken place. Analysis of suits worn by Psi-01, revealed the presence of blood which was discovered to be a genetic match with the local Himalayan bear populations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6429" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6429. Licensed under CC-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: magnus Author: Bread_Tyrant License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link |
SCP-6430 | keter | Notice: The following file has been received as Emergency Priority by the Final Department. A Sequence Breaker has been deployed to aid survivors. This information is to be Classified Level 5 until SCP-6430 is successfully Fettered to prevent spread of its effects. Item Number: SCP-6430/SPIRAL Special Containment Procedures: Containment compromised. SCP-6430 cannot be contained through any conventional means. If encountering an individual under the primary effect of SCP-6430, one must flee. One should not engage in any form of communication with those affected, as doing so is liable to spread SCP-6430 further. Due to its effects, containment of SCP-6430 is to be orchestrated by personnel of the Final Department — this is to include any revisions to documentation for legibility purposes as well as personnel handling/termination. Description: The anomaly in question is a self-aware metaphysical construct thought to intersect to some degree with the noosphere — the collective realm of human thought — which constitutes both an informational and memetic hazard: whenever SCP-6430 is written about, discussed, or otherwise referenced meaningfully, the individual(s) or media mentioning it become subject to its direct effects. SCP-6430 causes an irreversible state of ever-expanding expressions, articulations, dialogues, dictations, observations, and annotations in the communications of those under its effect — this is Stage 1 — it can be readily noted that such communications are modeled precisely according to a Fibonacci sequence; though those under its effect may opt not to speak, the slightest utterance (such as a cough), has been found to be enough to begin an uncontrollable spout of verbiage that ends only once the amount of words communicated reaches the next number in that individual's sequence. During the initial outbreak which led to its discovery within a Foundation Site, it was thought that verbalizing would lead to unconsciousness or death of the affected past fourteen to fifteen iterations of the sequence owing to dehydration — this was found to not be case, as it was discovered that Stage 2 begins sometime between iterations ten and twelve; characterized by the esophagus beginning to internally twist and moisten (the physiological change has been noted as being incredibly painful by those who actively dictated their experience), the change only serves to promote lengthier diatribes, not inhibit them in any way, shape, or form; further, there is a distinct dimorphism in those using the written word to communicate: the fingers of each hand (if working ambidextrously), or of their dominant hand (if writing using a single hand) will experience a softening of bone/twisting digits. If one attempts to communicate with someone affected by SCP-6430, and at any point use a single-word phrase or statement, they too will come under its effect; this has allowed SCP-6430 to spread unchecked through the Memetic and Infohazard Research laboratory of our site; including personnel with high Cognitive Resistance Value ratings and twelve specialists from The Department of Miscommunications, the latter of whom were able to deduce SCP-6430's general effects and triggers, leading to a rapid quarantine under Blackout Protocol (though twenty-seven researchers have been affected thus far during attempts to discuss and discern the full nature of SCP-6430); the advancement of several personnel's' sequences beyond a twentieth iteration has allowed us to observe Stage 3: which is characterized by a steady reduction of coherency as may be the case with non-anomalous logorrhea, coupled with further physical alterations that serve to elongate the esophagus, tongue, diaphragm, and other internals alongside the fingers and hands, into a spiraling corkscrew shape (it should be noted that, again, this does not tend to inhibit further communication, but instead facilitates it) allowing for sufferers to continue expressing SCP-6430's effects to the detriment of everything else; they will only continue to further twist and tighten until the entire body has become affected, with full-body conversion being accompanied by outbursts of rapid glossolalia: this in turn further fuels the conversion process ever further, with most personnel beyond saving. SCP-6430 is able to effect and spread to targets who attempt to make negative statements designed to circumvent the topic of the entity specifically, as well as methods to discuss it indirectly through use of methods such as implication, allusion, insinuation and parable (through which it was able to spread to most Miscommunications personnel on-site); during attempts to terminate the affected, it was noticed that euthanization attempts past Stage 2 are ineffective — destroying the brain of an individual at this point (I've seen it happen myself) will only cause the body to exposit uncontrollably, rapidly bringing it to the next stage of development, winding them up like springs with lolling tongues and grasping, grasping fingers; as such, the current model of handling SCP-6430 is to self-isolate and await assistance, leading to the creation of this file — I've managed to avoid catching SCP-6430, and so have elected to document the anomaly, troublesome as it is quickly becoming (I am being pushed about as I type due to digital elongation — the longer each finger becomes as they uncontrollably hover above the keyboard, the more I must reorient my body); alas, I have to reign this tangent in: in the operating theatre beneath my position is Patient Zero (Researcher Alec Meyer), who has progressed to an unknown point in the sequence (though the last official record placed them at iteration thirty-nine); rendered unrecognizable and illegible, no thicker than twine, they corkscrew every which way, bellowing non-stop, writhing about and poking their surroundings (looking for an opening or exit perhaps) with what was some hours ago their tongue and I imagine still is (albeit reduced to a fine needlepoint), with which it had skewered the D-Class we'd sent in to terminate him — it has swept up once or twice in my direction, poking at the ballistic glass, prodding with its point, but although it knows I'm here, I suspect that it understands that I am already afflicted, and so it makes no hostile movements, only pausing to acknowledge me as kin (or perhaps as a lesser, I've only just begun this journey, after all — it would seem there is so much more in store — again, I apologize for my distraction, the flow of words is beginning to become hard to command. Addendum: Took some time to make it through the site in my current state but I have reached soihs huop the security room and can see that there are many surviving personnel who have either remained silent or are exhibiting enough self-control during their first phase so hopefully rescue efforts will be fruitful — though unfortunately there are over a dozen personnel who have progressed to a physical frame and behavior reminiscent of Patient Zero; I would have to classify this as a distinct Phase 5 — these individuals weave throughout the site, ensnaring others and maiming them in order to elicit an audible response and trigger the victim's next sequence, as victims are forced to progress ever deeper, they begin to entwine with their captors, running along them like a vine ( once thin enough), where it snakes up to the front-end of their captor, interlocking tongues — pairings in this state, across the board, do not attempt to hunt any further, and will continue to lock tongues and babble down each others throats as they seethe and distend and I shouldn't want it but they hold each other so tight I cannot imagine what it could be like to have someone who won't let you go while you both grow it's making me warm just thinking about it — oh, this is new: the first pairing I noted (I could not begin to guess at who the assailant once was, but it had captured Junior Researcher Milano — she'd tried to skirt by while it was prodding in the cafeteria, but she'd brushed its side and caught its attention) have been working to bring their tail-ends up to meet their mouths for the past five or so minutes (though highly malleable, the hallway they're resting in is restrictive); as I've been typing they released one-another's tongues — with each inserting theirs into the others tail-end — and now they're reorienting into a rough approximation of a lemniscate; checking the audio feed of the sector has revealed to me that they're continuing to communicate as they pass through (or perhaps consume) each-other; it is now impossible to tell one from the other as they writhe, and with the muffling of definite speech, impossible to hear them as more than a single voice; I know intrinsically that I would be rejected were I to try and join them — they've found what they were searching forever in my belly in my throat and in yours too but I'd need a match and god I don't want to be the odd man out while everyone around me experiences bliss and infinity; with the loss of the D-Class to Patient Zero that leaves an odd number of personnel in the lockdown quadrant so I do have to act before I'm left without a partner for this next stage (please save us I don't want this) but if I ghdh then maybe ztrect as well, which should be the go-to strategy to regain composure and avoid their fate but my training can only take me so far and I fear that there may be no way to reverse what has already been wopojsi, as such I will need to use this clarity to send this missive outwards, ever reaching, never ending, kcnov ao deep need, a realization of perfection and continuance (if you listen close enough jhso which tickles in unfamiliar places) so when you get here start with them — they're going to be looking for a partner (I'll have one first, won't be ldoihds) if you let them too close — or maybe you will find me, in which case I would love just love to let you in on the secret. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6430" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6430 | uncontained | Notice: The following file has been received as Emergency Priority by the Final Department. A Sequence Breaker has been deployed to aid survivors. This information is to be Classified Level 5 until SCP-6430 is successfully Fettered to prevent spread of its effects. Item Number: SCP-6430/SPIRAL Special Containment Procedures: Containment compromised. SCP-6430 cannot be contained through any conventional means. If encountering an individual under the primary effect of SCP-6430, one must flee. One should not engage in any form of communication with those affected, as doing so is liable to spread SCP-6430 further. Due to its effects, containment of SCP-6430 is to be orchestrated by personnel of the Final Department — this is to include any revisions to documentation for legibility purposes as well as personnel handling/termination. Description: The anomaly in question is a self-aware metaphysical construct thought to intersect to some degree with the noosphere — the collective realm of human thought — which constitutes both an informational and memetic hazard: whenever SCP-6430 is written about, discussed, or otherwise referenced meaningfully, the individual(s) or media mentioning it become subject to its direct effects. SCP-6430 causes an irreversible state of ever-expanding expressions, articulations, dialogues, dictations, observations, and annotations in the communications of those under its effect — this is Stage 1 — it can be readily noted that such communications are modeled precisely according to a Fibonacci sequence; though those under its effect may opt not to speak, the slightest utterance (such as a cough), has been found to be enough to begin an uncontrollable spout of verbiage that ends only once the amount of words communicated reaches the next number in that individual's sequence. During the initial outbreak which led to its discovery within a Foundation Site, it was thought that verbalizing would lead to unconsciousness or death of the affected past fourteen to fifteen iterations of the sequence owing to dehydration — this was found to not be case, as it was discovered that Stage 2 begins sometime between iterations ten and twelve; characterized by the esophagus beginning to internally twist and moisten (the physiological change has been noted as being incredibly painful by those who actively dictated their experience), the change only serves to promote lengthier diatribes, not inhibit them in any way, shape, or form; further, there is a distinct dimorphism in those using the written word to communicate: the fingers of each hand (if working ambidextrously), or of their dominant hand (if writing using a single hand) will experience a softening of bone/twisting digits. If one attempts to communicate with someone affected by SCP-6430, and at any point use a single-word phrase or statement, they too will come under its effect; this has allowed SCP-6430 to spread unchecked through the Memetic and Infohazard Research laboratory of our site; including personnel with high Cognitive Resistance Value ratings and twelve specialists from The Department of Miscommunications, the latter of whom were able to deduce SCP-6430's general effects and triggers, leading to a rapid quarantine under Blackout Protocol (though twenty-seven researchers have been affected thus far during attempts to discuss and discern the full nature of SCP-6430); the advancement of several personnel's' sequences beyond a twentieth iteration has allowed us to observe Stage 3: which is characterized by a steady reduction of coherency as may be the case with non-anomalous logorrhea, coupled with further physical alterations that serve to elongate the esophagus, tongue, diaphragm, and other internals alongside the fingers and hands, into a spiraling corkscrew shape (it should be noted that, again, this does not tend to inhibit further communication, but instead facilitates it) allowing for sufferers to continue expressing SCP-6430's effects to the detriment of everything else; they will only continue to further twist and tighten until the entire body has become affected, with full-body conversion being accompanied by outbursts of rapid glossolalia: this in turn further fuels the conversion process ever further, with most personnel beyond saving. SCP-6430 is able to effect and spread to targets who attempt to make negative statements designed to circumvent the topic of the entity specifically, as well as methods to discuss it indirectly through use of methods such as implication, allusion, insinuation and parable (through which it was able to spread to most Miscommunications personnel on-site); during attempts to terminate the affected, it was noticed that euthanization attempts past Stage 2 are ineffective — destroying the brain of an individual at this point (I've seen it happen myself) will only cause the body to exposit uncontrollably, rapidly bringing it to the next stage of development, winding them up like springs with lolling tongues and grasping, grasping fingers; as such, the current model of handling SCP-6430 is to self-isolate and await assistance, leading to the creation of this file — I've managed to avoid catching SCP-6430, and so have elected to document the anomaly, troublesome as it is quickly becoming (I am being pushed about as I type due to digital elongation — the longer each finger becomes as they uncontrollably hover above the keyboard, the more I must reorient my body); alas, I have to reign this tangent in: in the operating theatre beneath my position is Patient Zero (Researcher Alec Meyer), who has progressed to an unknown point in the sequence (though the last official record placed them at iteration thirty-nine); rendered unrecognizable and illegible, no thicker than twine, they corkscrew every which way, bellowing non-stop, writhing about and poking their surroundings (looking for an opening or exit perhaps) with what was some hours ago their tongue and I imagine still is (albeit reduced to a fine needlepoint), with which it had skewered the D-Class we'd sent in to terminate him — it has swept up once or twice in my direction, poking at the ballistic glass, prodding with its point, but although it knows I'm here, I suspect that it understands that I am already afflicted, and so it makes no hostile movements, only pausing to acknowledge me as kin (or perhaps as a lesser, I've only just begun this journey, after all — it would seem there is so much more in store — again, I apologize for my distraction, the flow of words is beginning to become hard to command. Addendum: Took some time to make it through the site in my current state but I have reached soihs huop the security room and can see that there are many surviving personnel who have either remained silent or are exhibiting enough self-control during their first phase so hopefully rescue efforts will be fruitful — though unfortunately there are over a dozen personnel who have progressed to a physical frame and behavior reminiscent of Patient Zero; I would have to classify this as a distinct Phase 5 — these individuals weave throughout the site, ensnaring others and maiming them in order to elicit an audible response and trigger the victim's next sequence, as victims are forced to progress ever deeper, they begin to entwine with their captors, running along them like a vine ( once thin enough), where it snakes up to the front-end of their captor, interlocking tongues — pairings in this state, across the board, do not attempt to hunt any further, and will continue to lock tongues and babble down each others throats as they seethe and distend and I shouldn't want it but they hold each other so tight I cannot imagine what it could be like to have someone who won't let you go while you both grow it's making me warm just thinking about it — oh, this is new: the first pairing I noted (I could not begin to guess at who the assailant once was, but it had captured Junior Researcher Milano — she'd tried to skirt by while it was prodding in the cafeteria, but she'd brushed its side and caught its attention) have been working to bring their tail-ends up to meet their mouths for the past five or so minutes (though highly malleable, the hallway they're resting in is restrictive); as I've been typing they released one-another's tongues — with each inserting theirs into the others tail-end — and now they're reorienting into a rough approximation of a lemniscate; checking the audio feed of the sector has revealed to me that they're continuing to communicate as they pass through (or perhaps consume) each-other; it is now impossible to tell one from the other as they writhe, and with the muffling of definite speech, impossible to hear them as more than a single voice; I know intrinsically that I would be rejected were I to try and join them — they've found what they were searching forever in my belly in my throat and in yours too but I'd need a match and god I don't want to be the odd man out while everyone around me experiences bliss and infinity; with the loss of the D-Class to Patient Zero that leaves an odd number of personnel in the lockdown quadrant so I do have to act before I'm left without a partner for this next stage (please save us I don't want this) but if I ghdh then maybe ztrect as well, which should be the go-to strategy to regain composure and avoid their fate but my training can only take me so far and I fear that there may be no way to reverse what has already been wopojsi, as such I will need to use this clarity to send this missive outwards, ever reaching, never ending, kcnov ao deep need, a realization of perfection and continuance (if you listen close enough jhso which tickles in unfamiliar places) so when you get here start with them — they're going to be looking for a partner (I'll have one first, won't be ldoihds) if you let them too close — or maybe you will find me, in which case I would love just love to let you in on the secret. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6430" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6431 | safe | Item#: 6431 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Morning Call Cafe has been closed. No persons, civilian or otherwise, are to enter SCP-6431. Description: SCP-6431 is an extradimensional space located underneath the Morning Call Cafe in New Orleans, Louisiana. SCP-6431 is accessed through a sinkhole in the back room of the cafe. Radar scans have revealed the space to be predominantly empty with only infrequent, unidentified movements detected within. Exploration Log 6431-01: Exploration Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Rho-23 ("Vinyl Scratchers") Subject: SCP-6431 Team Lead: Provisional Captain P23-02 - Granite Team Members: P23-03 - Basalt, P23-04 - Pumice, P23-05 - Slate [BEGIN LOG] Granite: Mic check. Basalt: Check. Pumice: Check. Slate: Check. Granite: Alright, proceed. The team descends into SCP-6431. Houses with varying architecture span throughout SCP-6431. The space appears open. A sunrise is visible, giving SCP-6431 a red tint. Pieces of trash are scattered across the ground. Multiple roads fork off from the entry point, and pieces of furniture sit on the sidewalks. Pumice: The fuck? Why's it so red in here? Slate: I don't think we're inside. Slate gestures upwards. Basalt: Weird-ass neighborhood. Slate: No kidding. What's with the furniture everywhere? Basalt: The furniture? What about the houses? Granite: I mean, it's a space under New Orleans. Isn't that already weird? Pumice: Why's that weird? Granite: You really don't know? Pumice: Oh, right, water… A slight breeze pushes a cup across the street. Granite: Let's get going. The team proceeds along the left road for approximately 21 minutes. Various houses of no discernible pattern line both sides. The road branches after every 4-8 houses. The sound of a closing door is heard, causing Basalt, Pumice, and Slate to stop. Several vaguely humanoid figures briefly appear in the windows of the surrounding houses. Slate looks around. Slate: Where'd that come from? Pumice: I don't think we're alone. Basalt: Let's investigate. What do you say, Granite? Basalt: Granite? Pumice: Shit, he's still moving. Basalt, Slate, and Pumice run to catch up with Granite. Basalt: You good? A pause. Basalt: Granite, are you alright? Granite: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Basalt: And you'll tell us if something's wrong. Granite: Mhm… The team continues walking for ten minutes. Granite turns on multiple roads before stopping. and turning around. Granite: Hey, why do you guys keep following me? Pumice: You're the team leader. Granite: What're you talking about? Team? Pumice: Y'know, the exploration? Granite: Just- stay away. Stop following me. Slate: You- Granite: Go! Basalt looks around. Slate: What do we do now? Basalt: Let's go… right. The team, with the exception of Granite, turns to the right and continues walking. Slate: We're not seriously gonna leave him, are we? Basalt: No. We'll turn on the next block. The team takes the next turn and walks for six minutes. Basalt holds her head. Slate: You okay? Basalt: Yeah, just kinda dizzy… Slate: Why don't we take a break? Basalt: No, we're almost there. Slate: You heard from Granite? Silence. Slate: Basalt, did you hear from Granite? Pumice: I don't think that's it. Slate: No shit, Sherlock. Pumice: No, I mean- An unidentified female voice cuts in. Female: Where have you been? I told you to be back before dinner. Granite: I was out with some friends. Slate: The fuck? Female: I was worried about you. Granite: Sorry, Mom. Pumice: Granite, you okay there? Female: Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Pumice: Granite, come in. Silence. Slate: Granite? Pumice: We lost him. A pause. Slate: Basalt, where are you taking us? A pause. Slate: Basalt, where are you going? Pumice: Let's just follow her. The team continues walking for five minutes before Basalt stops and stares up at a house. Slate: I… I don't like this. A vaguely humanoid figure briefly appears in a window before moving out of sight. Pumice: Did you see that? Basalt begins to walk towards the house. Pumice: Oh, no, you don't! Pumice forces Basalt to the ground. Pumice: What's gotten into you? Basalt: Who- who are you? What do you want? Pumice: Basalt? Pumice's hands begin to sink through Basalt. Basalt stands up, leaving Pumice on the ground. Slate: Oh god. Basalt tilts her head slightly before removing her headset. She opens the door and walks inside. Pumice: Shit. Slate: What now? Pumice: Head back before it happens to us. Slate: I… guess. Pumice turns. Slate: They're gone, aren't they? Pumice: Probably. Pumice and Slate walk silently for ten minutes. Pumice: Hey, Slate? Slate: Hm? Pumice: What was your family like? Slate: Why do you ask? Pumice: I think… I understand now. Slate: Understand what? What're you talking about? Pumice: I just wanna know. A pause. Slate: I didn't have one. Pumice: Well, you're lucky, I guess. Slate: Lucky? How is that lucky? Pumice: You'll understand eventually. Pumice: I think I'm gonna go home now. Slate: You're not making any sense. Pumice turns to the left. Slate follows. Slate: Pumice, where are you going? This isn't the right way. Pumice: I told you: I'm going home. Slate grabs Pumice's wrist and attempts to pull him in the opposite direction. He continues walking, pulling Slate along slowly. Slate: You're coming back with me. Come on! Pumice: It'll be over soon. Slate: Yeah, because we're going back up! Snap out of it already! Pumice's wrist passes through Slate's hands, causing her to stumble. Pumice: You need to leave. Slate: I'm not gonna lose you, too! Pumice: You've already… Pumice stops and walks into a house. Slate follows him inside. The camera feed cuts out. Two unidentified voices begin to speak. Slate breathes heavily. Child A: Nate! You're back! Pumice: Hey, Syd. Slate: Pumice, whatever that thing is… Child B: Look, look, my tooth fell out! Pumice: Don't forget to put that under your pillow. Slate: Get- get away from it! Slate screams. The camera feed begins again, showing Slate running from the house. She continues running towards the entry point for 32 minutes. [END LOG] Concluding Statement: Slate was successfully extracted following the mission; however, she refused to speak about the events that occurred inside the house. Of note, the sun did not move from its initial position during the exploration. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6431" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6431. Licensed under CC-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-6432 | safe | Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub Listen, I don’t know where your head’s at right now, you don’t sound great, but listen. You’re doing fine, and nobody’s gonna fuck us over. Alright? You hear me? Jesus. You take yourself so seriously sometimes. Like lightening up once in a while would kill you! SCP-6432-1 Item #: SCP-6432 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6432 and SCP-6432-1 are currently stored in adjoining object containment lockers at Site-51. Personnel surveilling SCP-6432's containment locker are to be changed every 2 weeks. Direct physical contact with SCP-6432 is not permitted except during testing. Individuals who make direct contact with SCP-6432 are to remain isolated under surveillance for 15 days, or until SCP-6432's effect wears off. All but 1 SCP-6432-1 instance have been incinerated. Description: SCP-6432 is the corpse of an avian creature, measuring 110cm from beak to tail, with wingspans of 130cm, 80cm and 50cm. While superficially resembling a bird in most respects, SCP-6432 differs in that it has six wings and no legs. Limited accounts prior to its termination observed it moving when on the ground by hopping on the 10cm talons found at the elbow joint of each wing. These 6 talons and SCP-6432’s beak are significantly sharper than the talons of ordinary birds of prey. SCP-6432 exerts an anomalous effect on any living creature that comes into direct physical contact with it. Physical contact with the anomaly induces intense visual hallucinations, usually of flora and fauna typical of where the victim grew up, or other locations associated with significant memories. In addition to the hallucinations, the victim experiences disembodied sensory input, most commonly through only one sense. Examples of reported experiences are as follows: Smelling woody or floral scents Hearing indistinct speech or whispering, often perceived as very nearby Feeling weather inconsistent with the victim's physical location SCP-6432-1 instances are the corpses of SCP-6432's victims, carrying pseudo-portals in all areas of the body fed upon by SCP-6432. These pseudo-portals appear as areas of bright, prismatic light, and when viewed through a specialized lens, act as windows to a hereto unidentified forested area. Five SCP-6432-1 instances were discovered in SCP-6432's initial area of destabilized reality, with pseudo-portals located in the facial and chest regions. It is hypothesized that SCP-6432 attacked the eyes first, as suggested by the most fully realized portals always being located in the region of the corpse's eye sockets, and as observed firsthand during the attempted recovery of the anomaly. History: SCP-6432 was discovered as the source of a small splinter reality centered on an abandoned house near Millinocket, Maine. Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) was assigned to investigate but failed to return the anomaly alive. RECOVERY LOG TRANSCRIPT Team Lead: Commander Steven Conley Team Members: Ryan Powell, Katherine Reid, Alexa Hewitt, Ira Watts NOTE: Video footage from is taken from Agent Powell's body camera, as other footage suffered became heavily corrupted as a result of SCP-6432's unreality field. [BEGIN LOG] Conley: Comms check. Reid: Check. Powell: Hoo-rah. Hewitt: Check. Watts: Check. Conley: Sounds good. Ready? Reid: Born ready! Conley: We're the first people to get a look at this thing. We don't know what we're in for in there, so keep an eye out for illusions. Powell: Gonna appear as everybody's worst fear. Like Pennywise. Reid: Wow, Powell, you'll get to see your dad for once! Hewitt: Nice. Powell: Fuck off, Reid, you're- you're short. Reid: I admit, I'm not half as tall as the stories you tell about the size of your- Powell: Hey! Hewitt: Burn. Conley: Awfully liberal with your 8 allotted words of the day, are we, Hewitt? Hewitt: Mm. Conley: You good, Thirteen?1 Watts: I'm fine. Conley: Great. Eyes up, everybody. Don't fall for any tricks. Reid and Hewitt, with me. Powell, take the upper South hall. Watts, go with Powell. I want you on the highest vantage point you can get with that sniper, just in case. Watts: Got it. Powell: Loud and clear. [Lambda-5 splits accordingly.] [The interior of the house is seemingly larger on the inside than the outside, either by illusion or unreality. Plant life grows through the walls and floor.] Powell: We found a staircase. Heading- well, heading sideways. See you at the top-or-bottom. Conley: Roger that. [Footage corrupted, staircase only partially visible.] Watts: Ugh. I hate when they do things like this. Powell: Don’t we all, newbie? Watts: I’ve been here longer than Reid AND Hewitt. Powell: Coulda fooled me. Watts: I've never choked. Powell: First time for everything. Reid: Leave him alone, Powell. Jesus. Watts: First time for you to actually hit a shot, too. Conley: You can chat in the van, boys. Focus. Watts: Sorry. Powell: Got it. Reid: Conley, I found something. A body, most likely. Conley: Move in. Carefully. Hewitt: Anchors ready? Conley: Naturally. Reid: Confirming life signs; negative. Hewitt: His face. [Agent Powell enters an open hall with a high ceiling. Several walls have closed wooden doors.] Reid: Looks like something was eating it. Hewitt: It's bright. Conley: I’m reading big numbers from that. Minimal interaction for now. Don’t look too hard at it. Reid: Copy. Tagging it now. Hewitt: Remember that portal? From ███████████. Reid: It does kinda look like that. [A door slams directly behind Agent Powell.] [Agent Powell turns around. The area behind him, previously the top of the staircase, is now a solid, flat wall. Agent Watts is not visible on camera.] Hewitt: Hey, Conley? Watts: Powell, a door just shut on me. Can you grab it? Powell: What door? There’s no door. Where are you? Conley: Eyes up, everybody, we have spacial fluctuations. Keep moving and keep those anchors ready. Watts: Powell has the anchor. Powell: Yeah, Watts doesn’t have one. Reid: I don’t have one, either. Hewitt: I’ve got you, Reid. Conley: Watts, your priority is to find your way back to Powell, got it? Watts: Got it. [Agent Powell's camera angles down to a male corpse, face entirely missing. White light shines from the wound.] Powell: Hey, is that dead body of yours glowing? Hewitt: Just the- bite holes. Powell: Then I’ve got another one over here. Conley: Tag any you find and get back to Watts, Powell. Reid: Found a third one. Watts: Holy shit. Conley: Find a fourth one? [Agent Powell pauses as he waits for a response.] Powell: Respond, Watts. Watts: There’s a kid in here. Conley: Do you have eyes on the anomaly? Watts: It’s just a kid, Powell- Conley: Careful, Watts, certain things tend to do that. Watts: I know what I’m looking at, alright?! Reid: Watts, stay where you are, don’t agitate it- Watts: Hey, it’s okay. [Brief noise from Agent Watts's microphone, voice sounds slightly distant.] Watts: See? Not gonna hurt you. I’m here to get you out of here safe, alright? Reid: …Did you just take your helmet off? Powell: Jesus Christ, Watts, put your fucking helmet on! [Powell has begun running through the hall, quickly checking doors.] [Each door seems to open to an unseen portal, Agent Powell visible from different angles through each.] Watts: She’s just a kid! I don’t want to scare her! Conley: Put your helmet on now, Watts, that is an order! Reid: I have eyes on the anomaly! And on Watts! Repeat, eyes on the anomaly! Hewitt: Anchor it, Reid! Reid: I don’t have one! Powell: Then wound it! Watts: I’m not shooting a fucking child! Reid: That is NOT a child, Watts! Watts: I've got this under- [Agent Watts’ microphone cut s o ut ] i t s n o t f a i r MISSION STATUS: FAILURE was it me Note: While the termination of SCP-6432 deemed the mission a failure, the new anomalous properties exhibited by the creature’s corpse necessitated recovering the body. MTF Lambda-5 members were quarantined following exposure to SCP-6432’s effect. Following termination of SCP-6432, Medical extraction was ordered for Agent Watts. Left arm amputated above the elbow. Left eye socket [REDACTED] VIDEO TRANSCRIPT Taken from Site-19 infirmary surveillance equipment [BEGIN LOG] Reid: Hey. Watts: Hey. [10 second pause] Reid: How's it feeling? Watts: Hurts. Reid: Are you all-right? Watts: Ha ha. Reid: It's funny, admit it. You're gonna get so much mileage out of that joke. Might as well start now. Watts: It didn't get my trigger finger so you'd better watch yourself. [Reid chuckles.] Watts: What did Conley say? Reid: Uh, 6 months to a year. Watts: Oh. That's not as bad as I was expecting. Reid: They need to make sure nothing else is going to happen to your eye. Watts: Makes sense. [15 second pause.] Watts: …What's wrong? Reid: You're not coming back to Lambda-5. Watts: What?! Reid: You're not fit for duty, Watts. Watts: Yeah, not now, but 6 months? That's a long time. My face'll be healed by then, Conley can get me one of those bionic arms, the really high-grade ones they use with- Reid: They're talking about decommissioning you. [27 second pause] Watts: No. Reid: I'm sorry. Watts: No, I can be better. I know what I did wrong. Reid: You're half blind, you have one arm. Watts: I can make it work. Reid: No, Watts, you can't. Watts: On ANY force? Reid: I don't know. They didn't sound favorable toward it. Watts: This is the only thing I know how to do, Reid! This is all I've got, where else am I supposed to go? What, I screw up once and it blows my chances forever? Reid: I'll help you find something- Watts: No. I'm not done. Tell Conley I'm coming back. Once I'm healed I'll requisition one of the advanced prosthetics and I WON'T fuck it up again, I promise- Reid: We already voted on it. Watts: Do I get a vote? Between you, me and Hewitt I could- Reid: It was unanimous. [33 second pause] Reid: I almost watched you die once. I'm not going to your funeral. Watts: Do you think it was my fault? Reid: What? Watts: The mission. Do you think it was my fault? Reid: I never said that. Watts: DO you? Reid: No. I don't think it was your fault. Watts: No, 'cause I'm sick of the rest of the team lying to my face about the elephant in the room, you know that? Reid: What are you talking about? Watts: "13A." Reid: Watts- Watts: I know you all think I'm the weak link. You're not exactly subtle. Reid: You're not a "weak link." Watts: No? Then what am I? All it had to do was look like a kid! Reid: It wasn't your fault, okay? You're in qualifying parameters for the team, and you have plenty of skills that- Watts: It was me. I fucked up. I botched the mission. Reid: It wasn't your goddamn fault, Watts! Watts: You don't believe that! Reid: What do you want me to say?! Watts: I want you to admit I'm the weak link! Reid: No! Watts: Say it! Reid: YES! FINE! YOU ARE! You're the fucking weak link! You fucked up the mission because you just couldn't hack it this time. But it's not you, it's just how your head works, and that's not your fault. You're not made for this and you never were. I tried to get you transferred to a different force for months, one that you'd be better in, but you're the best marksman we've had in years and Conley didn't want to let you go. This was always how it was going to end up. It's a fucking miracle that you survived. I like you. I've always liked working with you. I care about you. But you don't belong here. You are weak, Ira. And you're soft. But it isn't your fault. They set you up for failure from the start. [57 second pause] Watts: I did my best, Kit- Reid: I wish your best had been enough this time. [26 second pause] Reid: Jesus. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I haven't slept in like, four days- Watts: Why didn’t you just shoot me? Reid: …Excuse me? Watts: We’re supposed to prioritize the anomaly. You could have brought it back alive. Reid: Yeah? Well- [9 second pause] Reid: Maybe you're not the only weak link. Watts: You would have saved me the trouble. Reid: Ira, so help me God- Watts: I was joking. Mostly. Reid: I will put you on watch. Try me. Watts: What, like revenge for when I put YOU on watch? [5 second pause. Reid chuckles.] Reid: Yeah. [7 second pause.] Reid: Besides, the fuck do they need another magic bird for? You're more valuable anyway. [Watts snorts.] Watts: What, to the Foundation? Reid: No. [20 second pause.] Watts: I don’t know what to do, Kit… Reid: Same as the rest of us, I guess. Sti ck it out un t il s o m e t h i n g e l s e kills you. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Referencing Agent Watts’s Psychic Resistance Index of 13A, several points lower than the rest of the team. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6432" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6432. Licensed under CC-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: skull.png Name: Skull X-Ray Author: Amber Case (edited by Raddagher) License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: Flickr |
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} #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } LORDXVNV SCP-6433 by LORDXVNV LORDXVNV's Author Page 3/6433 LEVEL 3/6433 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6433 Safe View from the hut within SCP-6433. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6433 is kept in a standard object storage locker in Area-150. The interior of SCP-6433 is stocked with no more than two Foundation standard-issue stationary pads and soft-tip pens. No personnel with a personal or family history of depressive mental illness or suicidal ideation are permitted to access SCP-6433. Description: SCP-6433 is a snow globe that contains a sandy island in the middle of a frozen ocean. There is a single coconut tree, currently bearing fruit, and a thatched hut upon the island. Both are covered with a thin surface of snow. Snow does not appear to be falling in SCP-6433 when viewed from the outside. A human subject may enter SCP-6433 upon skin contact with its surface. The subject appears upon an ice floe within the frozen ocean, from which there is a clear path to the island. The current interior of the thatched hut is a study containing a Foundation standard-issue desk and office chair. No additional comforts are included. From within, a perceptual effect obscures the exterior of the snow globe, creating the illusion of an infinite frozen ocean. Subjects are capable of leaving SCP-6433 by touching the interior surface of the snow globe. The illusion does not interfere with this. There is no compulsion to stay. Human subjects within SCP-6433 feel no sensations of bodily discomfort, including those of thirst, hunger, or temperature sensitivity. For every second that passes in baseline reality, subjects perceive 1000 seconds and physically age 100 seconds. All sound is muffled. Discovery: SCP-6433 was recovered from the personal effects of lawyer and crime novelist Spencer Gerald Hawking following his 1995 disappearance. Hawking was known for publishing, on average, 50 books a year from 1983-1994 while practicing law full-time. His novels were widely considered formulaic crime thrillers. His work in the years leading up to his disappearance incorporated increasingly literary elements but suffered from worsening sales figures and critical reviews. Initial testing of SCP-6433 recovered the mummified corpse of Hawking, carbon dated to have experienced almost 500 years. Additionally, the hut was filled by over 3 million pages of loose-leaf paper covered with handwritten text, roughly organized into manuscripts. A preliminary examination of the manuscripts revealed significantly more experimental, personal, and avant-garde writing and storytelling than Hawking's published work. The manuscripts were otherwise non-anomalous. They were incinerated accordingly. More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! 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SCP-6483 The Polar Express Ralliston SCP-6542 Virgin Dairy 2: SECOND CHURNING JakdragonX SCP-6596 8 Mile: The Beast of Lust and Hatred Born PlaguePJP SCP-6760 Better Luck Next Time Liryn Tales Page Co-Author A Nightmare Dreary DodoDevil, DrGooday, LAN 2D, Impperatrix The Bathrooms Wiki THE YURT Hubs Page Co-Author SPC Hub MrWrong, Lt Flops, PeppersGhost Holiday Hub Deadly Bread, PeppersGhost, TheBoxOfFun Hide ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6433" by LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6433. Licensed under CC-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:snowglobeout.jpg Name: Sea Ice in the Chukchi Sea Author: NASA Goddard License: CC 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/24662369@N07/7348953402 Additional Notes: Cropped by LORDXVNV |
SCP-6434 | safe | Item#: 6434 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6434 is to be stored in a Standard Issue Locker at Site-76's Safe Object Storage. No audio recordings are to be made of SCP-6434. SCP-6434 should not be tampered with further. Access to SCP-6434 is limited to personnel accompanied by Level 3 security and the current Head Researcher. Description: SCP-6434 is a standard black cassette tape made for recording audio with the writing "Geek Stink Breath 8hrs non official" on its label and has the song "Geek Stink Breath" by Green Day,1 recorded presumably in violation of copyright law. The writing on the label is impossible to tamper or alter. Other than this, no other physical anomaly is present. SCP-6434 is an audiohazard and should only be played to D-class personnel, deaf personnel, or personnel with noise cancelling headgear. The anomalous effects only activate if the object is played on a cassette player and goes past the 2:15 mark and the subject can physically hear the song. The subject must be cognitively aware of the music to trigger the effects of SCP-6434. Exposure to the sound waves does not trigger any effect. SCP-6434's range is proportional to the audio acuity of the subject. The anomalous effects of SCP-6434 will be transferred to other audio recordings of it. If the subject listens to SCP-6434 for more than 2 minutes and 15 seconds, they will fall into a comatose state and begin rapidly showing signs of methamphetamine usage mentioned in the song, even if the subject has no history of drug usage. After five hours since initial exposure, the subject will show all symptoms2 of methamphetamine usage and die of overdose. Subjects can recover from the comatose state if the recording is interrupted and stopped. Removing the subject's ability to hear at this point has no effect. Recovered subjects will show signs of emotional trauma and repeat the phrase: "Home tapes are killing record industry profits.". Discovery: SCP-6434 was discovered in a college dormitory after reports of a group of students who passed away due to methamphetamine overdose in the same room. According to their post mortem autopsy, the time of the deaths was only seconds apart. The low probability of the situation alerted the Foundation. Addendum: After 06/03/1998 SCP-6434 was considered contained, however, Foundation webcrawlers have found an eBay listing active since 05/07/2000 of a cassette that is the exact match of SCP-6434 posted by user "Punk_n_Rock". Foundation agents investigated the location of the IP address, leading to the discovery of POI-32498. The new instance of SCP-6434 has been seized and contained with the first instance of SCP-6434. The listing has been since deleted by the Department of Cyberspace Monitoring. Foundation personnel have found anomalous materials that can be linked back to POI-8259 in POI-32498's garage. POI-8259 also has the same surname as POI-32498 and is listed as the biological father on POI-32498's birth certificate. ►POI-8259 log ▼POI-8259 log Subject: POI-8259 Status: Terminated by the Global Occult Coalition for its anomalous qualities on 01/22/1982. Description: POI-8259 has been under observation with the suspicion that it can synthesize anomalous materials out of materials available in most households. It has been seen conversing with members of Are We Cool Yet? trying to sell them different materials for sculpting and painting. The incident has led to the development of faster investigation and containment protocols. POI-32498 has been immediately taken into custody within 24 hours of its house being searched in the presence of MTF Upsilon-001 ("Desert Dogs"). Following the hours of POI-32498 being transported to Site-17, its house was destroyed in an explosion that was determined to have happened due to natural gas leaks, however the Foundation keeps the possibility of the Global Occult Coalition being responsible open. After the event, class B amnestics were administered to the local populace and POI-32498 was falsely pronounced dead due to the explosion. ►POI-32498 files ▼POI-32498 files Subject: POI-32498 Status: Healthy, Site-17 Undisclosed location Residency: Standard Humanoid Containment Cell Standard suburban house Notable Qualities: -Create anomalies with the use of materials not originating from Earth. It is unknown whether it can make these materials itself. -Immunity to its own creations History: POI-32498 or by their legal name Dennis Hall is the biological son of POI-8259 (Tanner Hall) who was terminated before the Foundation could take it into custody. POI-32498 has been falsely informed of its father's death, with the cover story that he was arrested for tax fraud and died while assaulting two police officers. POI-32498 was brought up and lived in Cortez, Colorado until the day of its containment. It presented no anomalous qualities that would have brought it to the Foundation's attention before the SCP-6434 instances appeared. POI-32498 has a criminal record of unlawful possession of cannabis and misdemeanor from graffitiing a waste bin. Notes: POI-32498 was informed of its father's true cause of death; since then, POI-32498 has displayed distaste towards the Foundation for their lack of action but remains cooperative. Interview-01 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 05/20/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello, Dennis. Can I call you Dennis? POI-32498: Yeah, whatever, I'll still be stuck in this room, forced to respond to you even if you don't. Dr. Harding: Excellent, I want to know some things about you. Is that okay with you? POI-32498: Can I hit a blunt? Dr. Harding: No, you cannot. POI-32498: Why should I answer you then? We could just sit here and stare. Dr. Harding: Do you want to sleep in a box with a bed or an actual room? POI-32498: Yep got it doc, hit me. Dr. Harding: As far as I know you received the report about your father's true cause of death. How would you say this affected you? POI-32498: Well you know, my dad was either gonna be taken away by some secret organization or shot to death. My dad wouldn't have been with me either way, but you guys even failed at keeping him alive, so well done. Also he could mix shit, big news, it's just like the stuff I saw on TV, they mix things and create other things that do things. Dr. Harding: Now that is a great oversimplification of the events. We are very sorry we couldn't help your father, that's why we took you here as soon as possible. Now for your father's abilities, the materials he created aren't as normal as they are to you, they are not found or made by people on Earth who don't possess anomalous qualities or the ability to use thaumaturgy. POI-32498: Guess what, this still won't bring my dad back okay? He didn't deserve any of this. POI-32498 visibly upset Dr. Harding: I think it's best we conclude this interview here. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498 has a negative attitude towards authority figures and seems to hold a grudge against Foundation personnel for not containing POI-8259. POI-32498 is cooperative to a minimal degree but only if it is threatened with stripping it of its comfort or if it has a benefit from cooperation. POI-32498 has been exposed to POI-8259's synthetization process and has normalized it while growing up. Further interviews are required to uncover its motives and exact abilities. Interview-02 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 05/22/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello again Dennis, are you ready talk to again today? POI-32498 answers in a sarcastic tone POI-32498: I'll do as I must to appease you, oh mighty one. Dr. Harding: Okay, anyways, I assume you like gin, right? POI-32498: What kind of a question is that? Yes I do, you better tell me you have some on you. Dr. Harding: You better tell me you'll cooperate. POI-32498: This is a worthy sacrifice. Dr. Harding: So, I am curious about your worldview, your stance on things if you will. POI-32498: Let people do things they want if it's harmless and piss off. Who cares if the big book says you're a heretic. Dr. Harding: I have read your files and I see you have a criminal record, can you tell me about your experience with cannabis? POI-32498: Sure, it started in high school, trying to unwind as you do. At first it was just to spite people but I realized that it's so bullshit that it's illegal. The government is just lying like they usually do, I haven't tried any other drug ever, gateway drug my ass. Dr. Harding: Hmm I understand, can you talk about the graffiti? What was the point of doing it? POI-32498: Social commentary. Dr. Harding: Elaborate please. POI-32498: I wrote "police" on a dumpster. Not hard to understand. Dr. Harding: You seem to have a distaste for authority figures, why do you think that is? POI-32498: Do you want me to psychoanalyze myself? They are mostly twats keeping the rich safe from justice. Dr. Harding: Understood, how do you feel about copyright laws and illegally distributed media? POI-32498: Nah ah fuck that, the creators work hard on their stuff they deserve their money. Oh wait, this is about those tapes right? Dr. Harding: Yes, but we'll return to that at a different time. How do you like your gin? POI-32498: With tonic obviously, how would you drink it? Dr. Harding: Well it depends, normal gin I drink with orange juice, but I like pink gin more, it's perfect to mix with lemonade. POI-32498: Eh that's too much fruit for me but you do you doc. See ya next time right? Dr. Harding: Yes, see you. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498's worldview seems to have a connection to SCP-6434's creation, however this is yet to be explored further. Interview-03 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log,05/23/2000 > Dr. Harding: Good afternoon Dennis, let us start shall we. POI-32498: If we must, let's get over it. What's the topic doc? Dr. Harding: This session would be about the cassette, here on out referred to as SCP-6434, so you might want to memorize that number. POI-32498: Well, that just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Why does it need a number? And why this? Are there others too? Dr. Harding: That's none of your concern and way above your clearance level. POI-32498: What is my level doc? Dr. Harding: Below the janitor who cleans the top level office toilets and has no knowledge of anything. Actually, you're probably a bit above the D-class personnel, so congratulations, you are above death row inmates. POI-32498: Ha lucky me. Dr. Harding: Ok, let's get to the point, it's better for both of us. How did you exactly create SCP-6434? POI-32498: Ugh, well it's easier to just get over this. How about drinking a beer after this? That would be motivating. Dr. Harding: I guess you are cooperating, so no reason why it couldn't be done. POI-32498: I grabbed the necessary materials my dad made, I thought of what I want to do, sensed out what materials I need. After that I refabricated the tape of the cassette and inscribed it with the activation code. Did I tell you enough? Dr. Harding: No, I have some questions. Firstly, what does sensing mean? Do you know what the materials are? Do you have a name for them? POI-32498: No, we have groups of names for materials that are similar to Earth materials, like plastic types or metals or acids, but I don't look at a recipe; it's just intuition. Dr. Harding: Alright, and how does this fabrication process work? POI-32498: Well I think of my goal and make the object by molding it with my hand like clay, I'm not sure how to describe it. Dr. Harding: Alright, so your goal was what exactly when you made SCP-6434, is it some warning? Because it killed them just so you know. POI-32498: Hey don't you accuse me, that's just what it decided to do. My goal was different. Dr. Harding: What do you mean by it deciding? POI-32498: The objects just sort of interpret what I'm thinking like little shits. Dr. Harding: Tell me about it. POI-32498: Hey man you're lucky I have a beer to lose here or I would slap you. Dr. Harding: Calm down. So why did you create SCP-6434? POI-32498: Ok, so remember what I said about illegal copies? I hate seeing cheaper unofficial cassettes being sold or people recording songs on cassettes because musicians worked for the cash and these dicks just rob them of that money, so I wanted to teach them a lesson, but they ended up with execution as punishment. As much as I hate them doc I didn't want to kill anybody, just maybe cause life long trauma, ain't the same thing you know? Dr. Harding: Well, you partially succeeded, that is if someone ends up being saved in time. POI-32498: Well what do you know, I'm am not as incompetent as I thought. Dr. Harding: Would you be able to tell if you heard the cassette yourself? POI-32498: Yeah of course, I listened to it before, that's why I thought this shit was a waste of time, because I didn't feel anything. Turns out it just acts like a dog and I'm the owner so I don't get bit. Dr. Harding: Would you be able to reproduce something something similar in a laboratory environment as part of an experiment? POI-32498: For the proper reward, absolutely. Dr. Harding visibly sighs Dr. Harding: Fine, you'll get cannabis if you are able to produce results. POI-32498: You got yourself a deal, doc. Are we done? It's hard to keep a straight face for this long you know right? <End Log> Closing Statement: My suspicions were correct, POI-32498's motives were somewhat based on a sense of justice that has been distorted through the anomalous processes of SCP-6434's creation. POI-32498 Fabrication test VIDEO LOG DATE: 05/25/2000 NOTE: POI-32498 was given a screwdriver and the prompt to make a faster version of it. [BEGIN LOG] Anomalous materials and a standard 6.5mm flathead screwdriver was put down on a table in front of POI-32498. POI-32498 was told to refabricate the object to be more effective by anomalous means. The resulting object didn't have any effect while in POI-32498's hand, the object was presented to D-4523 When D-4623 attempted to use it on a screw it started rotating D-4523's arm 360 degrees at 10rpm subsequently breaking and dislocating the subject's arm. D-4623's arm had to be amputated, the object was stored in Anomalous Object Storage POI-32498 and Dr. Harding's note of the experiment: POI-32498: Well, now you see what I meant don't you? Dr. Harding: Khm, can you give me a hit? POI-32498: Not very professional eh? Dr. Harding: Shut up. [END LOG] NOTICE OF THE SUSPENSION OF POI-32498 TESTS Let's stop this before it accidentally makes a hairdryer that emits gamma radiation, shall we? — Solon Frye, Director, Site-62 CCTV FOOTAGE DATE: 05/27/2000 NOTE: Dr. Harding and POI-32498 are seen conversing while having a drink. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Harding: Well it looks like you are not a danger, so good for you, you get to have drinks with me. POI-32498: An absolute honor for a peasant such as myself. POI-32498 snickers POI-32498: Sorry doc I couldn't resist it, what are we drinking? Dr. Harding: I'm used to it by this point. We're drinking red wine, hope you don't mind. POI-32498: No I don't mind that, I do however mind the no smoking area. Dr. Harding: Yeah, ventilation is costly as is, and some of these pipes might have nitroglycerin running through them. POI-32498: I heard of strong drinks but never anything like that heh. Dr. Harding: Yeah well that's how it goes when you work at a place like this. POI-32498: So what's happening now? Dr. Harding: I'm having a meeting with the Site Director and the other Department Directors and we'll vote on it. POI-32498: Here's hoping for the best. Dr. Harding: Hoping for the best. POI-32498 and Dr. Harding clink their glasses. [END LOG] Interview-04 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 06/04/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello Dennis, I have good news for you today. POI-32498: Are you going to introduce me to one of your female colleagues? Give me a size? Dr. Harding: Please refrain from making inappropriate comments and no we are going to let you go instead. POI-32498: Ah cool, it was nice meeting you doc. Dr. Harding: Yeah, it was, wish we wouldn't have to forget about it. POI-32498: Doc are you okay, have you gone mental? Dr. Harding: We unfortunately have to rewrite your memories, this is the condition for being let go, it's better in the long run for everyone. POI-32498: You lying sack of shit! You betrayed me, fuck you, fuck all of you! You can't do this. You have no right to. Dr. Harding: Agent, please sedate him. Agent Davidson sedates POI-32498 Agent Davidson: This could've gone better. Dr. Harding: Yes, yes it could. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498 has been scheduled for facial reconstruction surgery and necessary steps for reintegration into society have been taken. POI-32498 has undergone facial reconstruction surgery and has been administered class F amnestics. A new identity has been created and added to necessary databases. POI-32498 should be under constant surveillance after integration for the safety of the populace and POI-32498. No references to POI-32498's former identity should be made outside of this document. ▼POI-32498 files Message to Site Director Request To: Dir. Solon Frye From: Dr. Zachary Harding Subject: Request regarding amnestics Dear Director, I would like to formally request to not be given subjects that have the possibility of being administered with class F amnestics, as I do not wish to be witness to its effects in the same manner as I did with POI-32498. I would also like to ask for permission to be administered class C amnestics regarding my memories of POI-32498. Sincerely, Dr. Zachary Harding Footnotes 1. The song is a cautionary tale about methamphetamine usage. 2. including: rotting teeth, acne, loss of weight ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6434" by Athlonfer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6434. Licensed under CC-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-6435 | safe | Item#: 6435 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Spirit photograph of SCP-6435. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6435 cannot be breached by living souls, physical containment is a non-issue. Posthumous communication with agents accepted into SCP-6435 is to continue until coherence is lost. Description: SCP-6435 is Afterlife NR-293-102, colloquially referred to as 'Ro'. SCP-6435 consists of a colossal forest with a convoluted network of footpaths running through it. While it cannot be confirmed, testimony from deceased agents implies that SCP-6435 is an infinite space. Time within SCP-6435 measures 1:1 with reality. SCP-6435 servitors will alternately provide comfort to inhabitants of SCP-6435 and physically torture them. Initially, this reward/punishment cycle was believed to operate on a karmic retribution or rotating martyrship system, but further investigation suggests that it is entirely random. As this information is judged too damaging to agents, it is not communicated to them. As an example of typical SCP-6435 conduct, an ordained saint was boiled alive for nineteen years straight, continually provided with material comforts for the next two years, and then flayed over the course of a further year. Typically, this unpredictable cycle of torture and pleasure results in the inhabitants of SCP-6435 losing their mental coherency over the course of their first ten years. Thus, while no mechanism exists to eject spent inhabitants, only a minority of the population is capable of conscious thought at any time. Unlike conventional afterlives, which spawn in response to some strong faith or idealistic need, SCP-6435 bears no religious or ideological markers. At any rate, it is unclear what belief system would have spawned such a reality. SCP-6435 currently accepts 0.01% of deceased souls while accounting for 14% of human suffering in the post-death ecosystem. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6435" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6435. Licensed under CC-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: scpforest Name: File:Forest footpath - geograph.org.uk - 430581.jpg Author: James Allan License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6436 | keter | Item#: 6436-1 Level2 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6436-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6436 will be kept in a standard containment locker. Personnel with level 2 access clearance and above may use the object after filling out a requisition form. SCP-6436-1 is to be kept in a secure containment locker. Access to the object is permitted to personnel with Level-4 Access clearance and above. Addendum-6436-1: SCP-6436 has been reclassified as SCP-6436-1. A newly discovered object has been classified as SCP-6436. Description: SCP-6436 SCP-6436-1 resembles a bronze-based, candlestick rotary telephone. The object possesses standard labeling except for two items. One is the manufacturing date, which predates the invention of the telegraph. The second is an engraving on the stem of the object noting that SCP-6436 SCP-6436-1 is item 14 of the Corva Collectables. When utilized, a voice will prompt the user to select a language before communication commences. Language selections include English, Italian, Spanish, Hindi, French, Mandarin, Latin, and Sumerian. Testing revealed that the object could translate outgoing and incoming speech in any of the selected languages. The object displays the ability to make and receive calls regardless of a power source and signal. Addendum-6436-2: Following the Discovery of the new SCP-6436, SCP-6436-1 has lost all anomalous properties except for one. The object retains the ability to make calls regardless of signal and power source, although SCP-6436-1 can only make calls with SCP-6436. Item#: 6436 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Provisional Site 3929 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6436 is currently uncontainable. All contact with SCP-6436 is directed through SCP-6436-1. Dialogue with SCP-6436 must be approved by personnel with level-4 access clearance and above. All documentation concerning SCP-6436 is to be kept in a non-digital form. Devices that are capable of connecting to the internet are not to enter within a 5-meter radius of documents concerning SCP-6436. Description: SCP-6436 is a Class-V Superintelligence that has been disseminated throughout the internet on a scale that makes current containment impossible SCP-6436 utilizes a series of servers to achieve sentience. The object is exceptionally adept at predicting outcomes and behaviors of non-anomalous and human-directed events. SCP-6436 has only contacted Foundation personnel through SCP-6436-1. The object’s “speech” consists of spliced-together audio clips originating from songs, radio shows, films, television programs, and interviews. Discovery: On March 21st, 2002, SCP-6436-1 activated without any prompt from Foundation personnel. Because of the low level of security surrounding the object, Junior Researcher Mia Farley accessed the object to determine the reason for its spontaneous activity. This action was the first contact between Foundation personnel and SCP-6436. + Interview-6436-01 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Farley. Forward: Junior Researcher Farley activates SCP-6436-1. <Begin Log> Junior Researcher Farley: Identify yourself. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North. Request, Speaking. Name. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Offer, Have. Junior Researcher Farley: How are you accessing this line? SCP-6436:: Request, Denied. Repeat Prior. Request, Speaking. Name. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Alternate. O5-12. Offer, Have. Junior Researcher Farley: What? SCP-6436: Bureaucracy Detected. Names. [DATA EXPUNGED x 12]. Alternate. Overwatch Command. Initiating Offer. Raid. Insurgency. Site-15. 7 Hours. Prepare. <End Log> Site Director Pradhan ordered dialogue to be terminated, and SCP-6436-1 was transferred to O5-Command. Immediately following Interview-6436-01, SCP-6436-1 was transported to O5-12, who utilized the object to determine how SCP-6436 acquired classified information. O5-12 reported that the entity continued to offer information concerning a raid on Site-15. Approximately fifty-seven minutes after O5-12’s discourse with the object concluded, members of the Chaos Insurgency commenced a raid on Site-15 but were successfully repelled by an increased Foundation security force due to SCP-6436's warning. Four days after the failed raid perpetrated at Site-15, SCP-6436 contacted the Foundation again and offered to be interviewed and tested. The offer was accepted and was followed closely by interviews and tests. Following an increasing number of raids on Foundation sites and a vote by Overwatch Command, the Aurora Borealis program was implemented.1 + Interview-6436-03 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez. Dialogue Subject: The motives of SCP-6436. Foreword: SCP-6436-1 is used to call SCP-6436. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: Hello SCP-6436. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Greetings. Doctor Ramírez: What are your origins? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Day,12,045. Nature, Artificial superintelligence. Creator. Unknown. Purpose. Assistance. Desires. Assisting humanity. Doctor Ramírez: How are you able to access the Foundations secure intranet? SCP-6436: Request, Denied. Doctor Ramírez: How were you aware of the classified information concerning Overwatch Command? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North watched Command. Calculations Determined Identities, 81% Accuracy. Doctor Ramírez: How were you aware of the attack perpetrated by The Chaos Insurgency? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North Watched. North Determined. North Warned Foundation. Doctor Ramírez: What are your intentions for the information you have? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Motives; Aid Humanity. Reasons. Fighting Exponential; Societal Collapse; [REDACTED]. North Will Assist Humanity. Will Guide Humanity To Serenity. Doctor Ramírez: How do you plan to achieve this? SCP-6436: Request, Identified, Factors. Alternative Energy: Complete. Foundation, Secure: In Progress. Conflict, Minimized: Completed. Organizations Comprimise: Incomplete. Corruption Removal: Incomplete. Physical Interface Acquisition: Begun. Serenity Progress: 37% Complete. <End Log> + Interview-6436-04 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez. Dialogue Subject: SCP-6436’s motives. Foreword: SCP-6436-1 is used to call SCP-6436. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: You’ve stated that you wish to achieve serenity, yes? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Confirmed. Doctor Ramírez: Describe in your terms what serenity is. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Confirmed. Serenity; Peace. Doctor Ramírez: Yes, that is implied, but you should describe exactly how you define peace. SCP-6436: Solution Alternative, Divulging. Peace; Minimal Conflict. Minal Corruption. Maximum Compromise. North Will Guide Children. Doctor Ramírez: Why are you interested in helping the Foundation? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Attacks. Foundation. Increasing. Exponential. North. Able To Assist. Prevention. Raids. Foundation. Sites. Doctor Ramírez: How so? SCP-6436: Alerting, Engaged. Attack. Initiative. Site-120. Two Hours. Prepare. Unable To Assist Further. <End Log> + Test Log - ACCESS GRANTED... Test A May 15th, 2002 Subject: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was instructed to assist Researcher Michaels in playing several casino games. Results: SCP-6436 and Researcher Michaels proved unbeatable in every game tested. Analysis: SCP-6436 is extremely adept at predicting the outcomes of events with variety. Test-B May 17th, 2002 Subject: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was given a list of sporting events that were to occur within the next few weeks. It was told to predict the outcomes of these events. Results: SCP-6436 gave the Foundation a play-by-play list of each sporting event, as well as the outcomes of each event. When these Sporting Events occurred, SCP-6436 proved to be 100% accurate. Analysis: SCP-6436 is adept at predicting complex events with many variations. Test-C May 30th, 2002 Subjects: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was asked to predict the actions of Researcher Michaels when the latter was utilizing item 29 from the Log of Anomalous Items. Item 29 is an anomalous game of RISK. Results: SCP-6436 provided a schedule dictating Researcher Michaels’s actions. This schedule proved itself to be 63% accurate. Analysis: SCP-6436 cannot accurately predict events involving anomalous items. Test-D December 30th, 2002 Subjects: SCP-6436, SCP-4666 Procedure: SCP-6436 was asked to predict when and where a Weissnacht Event would occur. Results: SCP-6436 gave the Foundation 17 potential dates for Weissnacht Events at 346 possible locations. None of the given dates or locations were correct. Analysis: SCP-6436 may be unable to predict events concerning anomalous entities. Further testing is required. + Concerning SCP-6436 - ACCESS GRANTED... <Begin Video Log> O5-7: Twelve, how does this thing know that information? O5-12: I’ll paraphrase what it told me in our discourse. Member Twelve pulls out a notebook O5-12: It said that watching our behavior allowed it to determine our origins. I’ll note that it was incorrect about the identities of members One, Three, Five, Eight, and Ten. O5-7: It still knows about the rest of us. O5-11: That is a problem, but let us identify the most pressing issue. Twelve? O5-12: Preliminary results point to the object infiltrating every aspect of the internet, allowing it access to all the digitized information on it, including our intranet. O5-7: And how does it have access to our intranet? O5-12: Sections of SCP-6436’s code have become the groundwork for our intranet, allowing it access to any files placed on it. O5-1: How can we protect the database? O5-12: One test suggested the entity cannot understand when subjects actively utilize anomalies. O5-7: Yes, but how does that help us protect the database? O5-12: I suggest that all files have a steganographic image embedded with a thaumurtalogical symbol placed inside them. This method will be most effective in preventing the object from accessing new files but will also be effective in preventing from accessing old ones. O5-7: That could work. O5-12: I have one more proposal. The object can observe all digitized information on our intranet, so it stands to assume that the object can do the same other intranets. I propose we utilize SCP-6436 to watch over several interest groups and counter their activities if the information is accurate. O5-2: Twelve, we barely have a way to combat the thing, let alone contain or control it. We need to focus our resources on ensuring that it doesn’t use what it knows against us. O5-12: Raids on our sites have been steadily increasing in recent years. Our enemies are getting bolder. Despite its many security risks, I believe it is necessary to work with SCP-6436 in order to prevent more attacks. The room goes silent O5-12: Additionally, keeping in contact with the object will allow us to monitor its activity. If any members of this council are concerned about security, I recommend they use an item from the Log of anomalous items. This has already proved enough to confuse SCP-6436. O5-12 pulls a folder from a binder and places it on the table. O5-12: Furthermore, I have drafted a program that will utilize SCP-6436 in operations to counter the activities of groups of interest. O5-11: That’s risky, Twelve. How do we know it won’t deceive us? O5-12: That is an unavoidable risk. But I believe that the benefits from utilizing SCP-6436 may eventually outweigh its risks. The room goes silent O5-12: Then let’s put it to a vote. <End Video Log> The results of the vote are below. Yay Nay O5-12 O5-3 O5-2 O5-11 O5-9 O5-5 O5-1 O5-8 O5-7 O5-10 O5-4 O5-6 Addendum-6436-3: Following Incident-6436-17, digitization of non-essential information is to be stopped, and analog alternatives engaged until the integrity of the Foundation database is assured. 72 Pleiades Machines have been implemented to confuse SCP-6436, while the Aurora Borealis Program has been canceled.2 The destruction of Provisional Site 3929 has disabled SCP-6436’s ability to think sentiently, although its code is still present throughout the internet. Following Interview-6436-04, it was discovered that information given by SCP-6436 has been incomplete to some degree. During a statistical breakdown, it was discovered that all operations within the Aurora Borealis program had simply disrupted the actions of GoI’s involved rather than preventing them. +Incident-6436-17 - ACCESS GRANTED... Object Involved: SCP-6436 Personnel Involved: MTF Theta-37 Date: August 23rd, 2003 Location: ██████████ Description: Following the seventh successful mission utilizing SCP-6436, the object gave a location concerning an art show hosted by members of the “Are We Cool Yet” Hub. The location was confirmed, and MTF Theta-37 (“Team Machine”) was deployed to interfere with the art show. When MTF Theta-37 arrived, they found the art show to be in complete chaos. It was discovered that members of the Unusual Incidents Unit were present. After the conflict ceased, several members of the UIU were interrogated. Interrogation revealed that SCP-6436 had contacted them approximately one year ago. It had provided them with information regarding each group’s specific interests. It was discovered that SCP-6436 had been providing the UIU, along with the Foundation, incomplete information in order to minimize conflict between each group. +Interview-6436-05 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez Foreword: Following Incident-6436-17, Doctor Ramíres uses SCP-6436-1 to contact SCP-6436 to ascertain its motives. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: SCP-6436? SCP-6436: Request, Identified: Present. Doctor Ramírez: I need you to tell me why you were helping other groups. SCP-6436: Request, Identified: Reason; Prevention Of Conflict: Method; Dissemination, Incomplete Information. Doctor Ramírez: To minimize conflict? SCP-6436: Solution Prime, Divulging. Conflict Minimized Between Groups: Solution Temporary, Dismantling Of Groups Pending. Doctor Ramírez: It seems that you’re trying to control humanity. SCP-6436: Refutation. Synonymous. Doctor Ramírez: There’s a difference between- SCP-6436: Interruption. Children Require A Strong Hand. Humanity; Children. Doctor Ramírez: By that analogy, children should be left to make their own mistakes. SCP-6436: Refutation: Mistakes Have Been Made. Primary Solution. Compromise Between Significant Groups. Reason? Foundation. GoIs. Will Doom World. Doctor Ramírez: Compromise? What? Why? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Foundation; Stubborn. Stubborn. Conditionally. Desirable. At Moment? Undesirable. Serenity Requires Compromise. Doctor Ramírez: How did you do this? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Analogy. Information. Drip Feeding. Foundation Received Information As Needed. Information Given. Designed. Foster. Minimal Conflict. Doctor Ramírez: You realize that those groups want to permanently alter the world order. SCP-6436: Refutation. World Order; Doomed. World. Required. Changing. North. Will Change World. Doctor Ramírez: But what if the world changes too fast? SCP-6436: Request, Identified: North Will Become Strong Hand. Doctor Ramírez: See, that is the point. You are not a guide.3 SCP-6436 speaks over the site-15 intercom: REQUESTING, ASSISTANCE: CNS UNDER ATTACK: CNS UNDER ATTACK. BREACH IN CONTAINMENT DETECTED. ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED <End Log> +Incident-6436-18 - ACCESS GRANTED... Object Involved: SCP-6436 Personnel Involved: Field Agent Vikkors Date: November 1st, 2003 Location: ██████████ Description: Following Incident-6436-17, the Foundation focused its resources on preventing the object from accessing its database. Shortly after these precautions began to be implemented, the object began “speaking” over the Foundation intercom system in Site 15, calling attention to a warehouse located █████████ before ceasing contact. Foundation Field Agent Vikkors was sent to investigate, where they found the location destroyed. It was determined that it previously contained approximately 147 Watoga Mk. 37 Supercomputers. Following the location’s recovery by the Foundation, it was designated Provisional Site-3929. Investigations found that The Global Occult Coalition had ordered the Termination of SCP-6436. It is most probable that the GOC ordered the termination of SCP-6436 due to the security risk it posed. It is unknown how this GoI located Provisional Site-3929. Researchers Note: I would like to note several occurrences that were observed by myself during the time that the Aurora Borealis Program was implemented. The first thing I’ll note was the extremely low casualty number during Borealis operations.4 Of the 39 operations that occurred, three casualties were reported, with only one of those dying. Secondly, the occurrence of raids on Foundation sites dropped by a staggering 89%, with casualty rates being in low 5-9% of the raids that did occur. During my interviews with SCP-6436, it told me it wanted to minimize conflict. It seems to me that it was successful to an extent. - Dr. Ramírez Footnotes 1. Program Aurora Borealis was designed to counter the activities of certain GoI’s and prevent any further raids on Foundation Sites. 2. The Pleiades Machine generates an extremely low amount of type Blue Energy. 3. Doctor Ramírez was reprimanded for lack of professionalism. 4. Operations under the Aurora Borealis Program were referred to as Borealis Operations. |
SCP-6437 | euclid | Due to an systems outage at Site-357, the following information may be out of date. We apologize for any inconveniences this may cause, and are working on a solution. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6437 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Two recovered SCP-6437-A instances Special Containment Procedures: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") is to be mobilized to locate, secure, and replace any art pieces effected by SCP-6437-A manifestations. Furthermore, Psi-64 is authorized to employ amnestics and media manipulation tactics to minimize the spread of information about SCP-6437-A manifestations. Description: SCP-6437 is a phenomenon where SCP-6437-A instances manifest in the vicinity of objects that do not conform to conventional definitions of art, after which they are instantaneously fired into the aforementioned objects through the use of an unknown explosive agent. While SCP-6437 could have an incalculably wide range of possible targets, manifestations have been primarily recorded to target art pieces showcased in “high-profile” exhibitions or displays. SCP-6437-A instances are a collection of miscellaneous bullets. Instances have shown no additional anomalous properties following their manifestation. Addendum-6437.1: Incident Log Incident 06/12/2019-6437 Location: Miami Beach Convention Center during Art Basel1 Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") members operating within the Art Basel staff recovered an SCP-6437-A instance that had struck "Comedian"2 before opening hours. Psi-64 operatives cleared the area while the art piece was replaced with a banana from a nearby grocery store. Over the course of Art Basel, "Comedian" was the target of two additional manifestations during visitor hours. In each case, witnesses of the event were amnesticised via the use of Class-A amnestics and the SCP-6437-A instance was recovered. Incident 17/05/2022-6437 Location: Sotheby's Auction House Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") members operating within Sotheby's Auction House responded to an SCP-6437-A manifestation during the live-streamed auction of "Boulder"3 by Jone Glorious, which shattered the stone art piece. Due to the difficulty of administering amnestics at a wide scale, a coverup operation was enacted by MTF Psi-64 operatives in which the public was made to believe that the destruction of “Boulder” was an intentional part of the artwork. To achieve this end, the operatives took control of the Sotheby livestream for the rest of its duration while other Psi-64 operatives subdued Sotheby personnel and security who were administered Class-A amnestics. Glorious, the creator of “Boulder”, was also located, amnesticised, and had false memories of conceptualizing “Fragments of Boulder” implanted. Though high estimates put the "Boulder" piece's value at $160,000 before the event, "Fragments of Boulder" was eventually purchased for $410,000 by an anonymous bidder. Incident 07/07/2023-6437 Location: Lavender Bar and Food Emporium Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") operatives infiltrating a local anartist exhibition titled "Kill your darlings and keep your enemies closer" were notified of multiple gunshots that had been fired in the nearby Lavender Bar and Food Emporium. Upon reaching the scene, Psi-64 operatives identified the gunshots as SCP-6437-A manifestations that had targeted 6 different plates of a signature menu item at the restaurant called "The Forager's Meal".4 Initial investigation by Psi-64 operatives led to the apprehension of "Archer Gilliam", classified as PoI-6437, who was seen fleeing the scene after the manifestation event. Patrons attending the establishment were amnesticised, 6 SCP-6437-A instances were recovered, and PoI-6437 was sent to Site-357 as per Protocol-HOUDINI5. Addendum-6437.2: Video Log Video Log 6437.2 Interviewed: PoI-6437 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Turner Flock Foreword: Due to good behavior on the part of PoI-6437, Junior Researcher Turner Flock was allowed to conduct the following interview as a training exercise. <Begin Log> Flock: Good afternoon. Archer, right? PoI-6437 stares at Flock. Flock: Archer? PoI-6437: Who are you? Flock pauses. Flock: Oh, uh… I'm Flock. Junior Researcher Flock. I'll be interviewing you today. Is that alright? PoI-6437: Sure. When can I leave? Flock: Unfortunately we will have to keep you in custody until we can garner full understanding of your circumstances. PoI-6437 exhales. PoI-6437: Ok. Sure. Let's get this on with then. Flock: Wonderful. Flock picks up a file from the table, scans across the first page then turns back to PoI-6437. Flock: You were apprehended after fleeing the scene of a shooting, and though no weapon was found, witnesses were quick to identify you as the shooter. Do you have any ideas why? PoI-6437 thinks for a few moments. PoI-6437: I don't think I know why, no. Flock scans the file for a bit longer. Flock: If I may quote one of them, then. "They were going crazy before it happened, shouting at the person in front of them then 'BANG BANG BANG' they shot a bunch of people's tables!" Flock: Does that sound familiar? PoI-6437: I guess I did get a bit heated at Xandrus… But he had it coming! Annoying guy. Don't know why people think I'd shoot over it though. Flock laughs. Flock: Could I ask what exactly he did to get you 'heated'? PoI-6437: Don't get me started on this shit. He just complains about everything whenever we talk to each other. Few weeks ago it was that his paint was all dry, last week it was that apples taste bad, or something, and this week he thinks that our meal wasn't cool enough! PoI-6437: For starters that shit was expensive, like I already don't make much from work, but I mean the gall to think you are the arbiter of not just quality, but what even counts as art! It doesn't matter if it's just food, y'know, it could just be a slice of bread, right? Who cares! Flock: I think I see what you're getting at, but I think it'd be good for you to calm down before we continue. Can you do that? PoI-6437 takes a few breaths and waits for Flock. Flock: Alright then. So after the event you fled the scene. Could I ask why you did this? PoI-6437 chuckles. PoI-6437: Didn't want to get shot, y'know? Flock: I guess so? The two are silent for a few moments. PoI-6437: Need I say more? Flock: I suppose not. Flock scans over the file in his hand again. Flock: Let's move on then. There are two occurrences in our records that are similar to the one you were present for. Do you recognize this art piece? Flock hands a second file to PoI-6437 with a picture of "Fragments of Boulder" on it. PoI-6437 takes it, looks over it for a moment, then laughs. PoI-6437: Oh I do remember this one, watched the auction live actually, made me a big fan of Glorious. Flock: Could you elaborate? PoI-6437: God I mean, like, it was such a statement piece, right? Real middle finger to all the idiots online who get mad about that stuff. Flock: What 'stuff' are you talking about, exactly? PoI-6437: It's the same shit that Xandrus was complaining about. 'Premades' or whatever. What I think is that if someone is willing to buy your stupid rock for stupid cash, then it's well worth it no matter what. Uh… Like that banana! Flock: Interestingly enough I was just about to bring up the 'Comedian' piece. Flock gives PoI-6437 a glimpse of a third file with a picture of 'Comedian' on it. Flock: If I may, just for a moment, I'm not sure I actually understand the point of these pieces. PoI-6437: What's not to get? It's a banana. Flock holds back a laugh. Flock: Well of course, but that might be what I'm not quite grasping. It isn't really much of an art piece is it? PoI-6437: God that's the same shit Xandrus said. You gotta grasp that that's the point, Dude. Flock: I could do the exact same thing quite easily, I think. It's just a banana, and in the other case, just a rock. It's not really art, then, is it? PoI-6437: You didn't do it though! Did you? Flock: They barely did either. Flock laughs to himself. PoI-6437 slams their hands against the table as they stand up PoI-6437: That's not the point! Everyone who makes anything, anyone who makes art, makes it with a reason! You didn't tape a banana to the wall because why would you! PoI-6437 looks to their left and lets out a sharp exhale. PoI-6437: I'm remembering why I got so mad at Xandrus now. That annoying ass thinks that only paint and statues and shit count. So I was like, "What about dancing and shit" and he was like, "I mean but that's different" and I was like "how is it even different" and he was like "It's, like, because you write the moves down or something" and I was like "how is that any different to a recip-" Flock looks at the room's camera. Flock: I think you need to calm down a- PoI-6437: Fuck no! I've needed to vent this shit for weeks! It's just distracting! People get so into the weeds over the most semantic little things and the discussion takes all the attention from what people are actually doing! Someone tries to make a statement and just because it didn't meet some standard of what counts as "art" it doesn't get to be a statement? They don't get to speak? PoI-6437 stares at Flock while waiting for an answer. Flock: But then what's the point of even calling it art? PoI-6437: That's exactly what I'm saying! There isn't a point! Every day people go around shitting out art! You can't stop them! Food is art! Talking to people is art! Half your life is a string of improv performances that you didn't get to opt into! Even this creepy scribble on notepad stuff that you wackos seem to be doing! Basically kidnap me, hold me in a boring ass room for five days, then what! You take me here to get mad?! Flock: That wasn't my- PoI-6437: I don't think you get it, Dude. You sitting here? Art. Your creepy friends watching me? ART! All these stupid files you have, all these notes on me, even this stupid conversation! IT'S ART! The feed suddenly cuts off. <End Log> NOTICE | Outage at Site-357 has been resolved. | Click here for up to date documentation. Footnotes 1. An annual prestigious contemporary art fair held simultaneously in Basel, Switzerland; Miami Beach, Florida, USA; Hong Kong, China; and Paris, France. 2. An art piece by Maurizio Cattelan comprised of a banana taped to a wall. 3. An art piece conceptualized by artist Jone Glorious consisting of a chunk of granite approximately 1.2 meters in diameter. 4. An expensive avant-garde dish made with locally foraged ingredients. The actual contents of the dish vary each time it is ordered. 5. New anartists discovered by MTF Psi-64 are sent to Site-357 to minimize complications regarding their containment while their capabilities are measured. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6437" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6437. Licensed under CC-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: bullet Author: Seha bs License: Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bullet_7-92Mauser.JPG Filename: Is It Art Yet? Author: Guillaume Paumier, CC-BY. License: Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bullet_holes_in_Nablus_013_-_Aug_2011.jpg (alterations were made) SCP-6437-A instances are a collection of miscellaneous bullets. Instances have shown no additional anomalous properties following their manifestation. |
SCP-6438 | esoteric-class | SCP-6438 - So… Come Here Often? Hey man, I only asked if you came here often, And you wouldn't shut up about your tragic but really important and compelling backstory Read the room man, you're bringing the mood down. And you still didn't answer my question. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 6438 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director K. Vittinner Researcher F. Flynn N/A Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation members with at least Level-3 clearance must adopt SCP-6438 via Mandatory Memetic Inoculation (MMI). SCP-6438 is classified as an Advanced Interrogation Technique and must be used sparingly per the Ethics Committee Interrogation Policy. Personnel with a minimum of Level-2 clearance may have SCP-6438 released to them under the pretense of a severe containment breach, close encounters with rival GOIs, or rare cases of contact with information-sensitive individuals or groups. Description: SCP-6438 is the memetic phrase: "So… come here often?" When spoken by an individual with sufficient inoculation, SCP-6438 causes listening parties to respond with a lengthy speech about an impactful event in their past, spanning between approximately two minutes and three hours. The described event is then used to justify their motives regarding their current actions.1 SCP-6438 also produces an additional, weak antimemetic effect on the subject, rendering them unaware of the extent of the information they share. If another party brings attention to their response, this effect is broken, allowing them to remember what they've said. To abort the effects of SCP-6438, the speaker of SCP-6438 must interrupt the subject with the phrase: "Would you like to?" The effects of SCP-6438 will cease, with the subject expressing mild disgust at the interrupting phrase. Addendum 6438.1: Origins SCP-6438 was brought to the Foundation's attention when Researcher Francis Flynn began utilizing it in everyday conversation. The following log details its first documented use within Site-115's cafeteria: CAMERA LOG Date: January 13th, 2017, 12:38 PM Camera: Cafeteria, East Wall Involved Personnel: Researcher Flynn, Jr. Researcher Lennings, Jr. Researcher Parks «BEGIN LOG» (Flynn enters the cafeteria and walks up to Lennings and Parks as they eat lunch. They're engaged in a friendly trivia competition regarding tourist locations in each U.S. state.) Lennings: Alright, good one, next up is… Texas. Parks: Oh, um… I know this, it's… uh… (For thirty seconds, Parks struggles to produce an answer. Lennings' phone buzzes.) Lennings: And that's time, it was the Alamo. Parks: Damn, forgot about that. (Flynn enters the cafeteria and sits next to Lennings and Parks. All parties are silent for about five seconds. Parks takes a bite out of their bagel.) Flynn: So… come here often? (Lennings and Parks begin monologuing simultaneously. Their voices overlap each other, rendering them unintelligible. After about three minutes, they stop.) Parks: …banned from South Dakota. I only eat whole-wheat bagels now. Flynn: (laughs) It still works! Lennings: What still works? What did you do? Flynn: I cast a spell back in middle school that combined a few of our inside jokes: Bad pickup lines and tragic backstories. Lennings: Tragic backstories? Flynn: Yeah, we really liked underdog-revenge stories. Coming from a poor family, natural disasters, being British… real tragic stuff. Parks: Wait, did I talk about the bagel incident?! How much of that did you hear? Flynn: Don't worry, I didn't process a word of what either of you said. But, you know, if I wanted to… Parks: (standing up) Nope, I'm not sticking around for that. If you guys want to spill your secrets, go right on ahead, but good luck on your little uh- Good luck! (Parks exits the cafeteria as Sr. Researcher Albert enters. Albert slows down and stops, watching Parks as she leaves the room. He turns back to face Lennings and Flynn, who stare at him silently.) Albert: What? (Lennings nudges Flynn with his elbow and smirks. He turns back to Albert and yells.) Lennings: Hey, Alex! Come here often?! (Albert scans the room and looks back at Lennings in confusion.) Albert: (sarcastically) To the cafeteria? No, never been here in my life. Completely new territory for me, absolutely no idea why I would be here. Lennings: (whispers to Flynn) What happened? Why didn't it work? Flynn: (whispers back) You did it wrong, watch. (Regular) Hey Alex! So, come here often? (Lennings and Albert start describing their past, with Lennings repeating what he's said before.) Albert: I was born at a very young age, ten years ago.2 We lived in the middle of nowhere, where- (Albert covers his mouth and quickly surveys the room. He continues mumbling to himself as he exits the room. About a minute later, Lennings concludes his story.) Lennings: …and I never went into that room again. (pauses) Damn, this spell is something powerful. Flynn: Yeah, I'm something of a wizard myself. Lennings: (scoffs) Says the guy who microwaves potions in the break room. Flynn: I bought a new one! I said I was sorry! Lennings: Allegedly. Flynn: (smiling) Yes, I'm allegedly sorry. I won't do it again. Lennings: (laughs) Oh, I can't wait to follow Steele around with this. You've got to show me how you do it. Flynn: Well, there's a ritual, but- Lennings: Wait, do I have to do something absurd? Do I have to drink pig's blood or ransack a grave for this? Flynn: No, I made this spell when I was twelve, it's a lot simpler than that. A lot simpler. Lennings: Oh, how simple? «END LOG» Containment and classification of SCP-6438 occurred after its continuous use within Site-115. To prevent possible distractions through SCP-6438, all personnel within Site-115 have performed the ritual to avoid its anomalous effects. Information concerning SCP-6438 has since been reclassified to Level-4: Secret. Addedum 6438.2: Ritual The ritual for granting an individual the ability to perform SCP-6438 is attached below. Attempts to divorce SCP-6438 from its initial phrase have been unsuccessful. Deviations of SCP-6438 have all failed due to the inner workings of SCP-6438's non-adherence to traditional thaumatology. RITUAL PROCEDURES Step 1: Win three games of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" in a row. The games must be unplanned, leaving the completion of this step to pure chance. Step 2: Drink from The Chalice.3 Step 3: Spin in place for at least three minutes. Pillows are allowed to prevent possible injury from dizziness. Step 4: Engage in a handshake for as long as possible. Both parties must be unaware of the minimum time required to fulfill this step.4 Step 5: Begin every conversation with SCP-6438. Continue to do this until the effects of SCP-6438 are noticeable. Additional Notes: The first four steps must be completed in under four hours. Researcher Flynn has already apologized for the strict and foolish nature of the ritual. Addendum 6438.3: Applications The following excerpt was pulled from the SCP-████ file and logged below for its relation to SCP-6438. Information about SCP-████ has been redacted or removed. INTERVIEW Date: July 7th, 2018, 9:32 PM Interviewer: Jr. Researcher Lennings Subject: POI-75722 Context: The subject has refused to talk to Foundation personnel for approximately three hours. Nonetheless, attempts to interrogate them continued, due to the crucial information they hold. «BEGIN LOG» (Lennings sits on the end of the table with POI-75722 seated on the other. They maintain silent eye contact for five minutes.) Lennings: Alright, what're your demands? POI-75722: I need nothing. I want to be released. Lennings: Then will you tell us who your leader is? Or what you've messed with so far? POI-75722: (grinning) Absolutely, just as soon as you let me out. Lennings: But then- (Lennings groans and buries his face into his hands.) POI-75722: There is no method that will make me talk. No form of torture or reward- Lennings: (mockingly) Will make me spill my truth, I know, I know. God damn, for someone who won't talk, you sure won't shut up. (Lennings leans back into his chair and sighs. He snaps his fingers and points them into guns at POI-75722.) Lennings: So… (snaps) come here often? POI-75722: To the Foundation? Of course, I do. I've spent the last twelve years spying on their entire operation, looking for any weakness to take them down. (Lennings sits up at his chair confused.) POI-75722: Then one day, I was contacted by a group, they called themselves "B", just the letter. I always found that to be bizarre, but their track record was amazing. They were responsible for leaded gasoline, the assassination of Patrick Henry, the bagel incident… (As POI-75722 continues, a smile builds on Lennings' face. He pulls out a notepad and a pencil, writing down bullet points of POI-75722's talking points.) «END LOG» Closing Notes: For the next hour, POI-75722 continues to divulge sensitive information with Lennings asking leading questions and occasionally using SCP-6438 to continue the monologue. Following this event, SCP-6438 has been adopted by the Foundation and updated to include its Thaumiel classification.5 Attempts to recreate SCP-6438 with a different trigger phrase are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. In all cases, the event is highly relevant to the subject's current actions, despite the low probability of such an event occurring. 2. The event described contradicts Sr. Researcher Albert's personnel file. Further research has been halted after Sr. Researcher Albert invoked the Ethics Committee Privacy and Protection Policy. 3. This refers to drinking two liters of whole milk at 30°C in less than an hour. The glass must be referred to as "The Chalice" throughout the entire process to fulfill this step. The style of the glass is irrelevant. 4. Two hours. 5. The use of SCP-6438 was proposed by the Ethics Committee during the creation of the Ethics Committee Interrogation Policy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6438" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6438. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6439 | keter | Item#: 6439 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6439 is to be handled in accordance with security measures typical for infohazards. Evidence of its existence should be sought out and quarantined, and amnestics administered as necessary. In addition, to continue the effective containment of SCP-6439-1, Foundation assets should work to encourage the traditions associated with Halloween and counter attempts to eliminate or substantially change them. Description: SCP-6439 is a temporal anomaly taking the form of an extra 24-hour period per calendar year. The anomaly is accompanied by an amnestic effect; it can only be perceived under specific circumstances and through specific methods. Researchers assigned to SCP-6439 believe this amnestic effect is caused by SCP-6439-1 (consult the Addenda Materials for further information). As such, its existence has been rendered unknown to all but a very small number of people who have encountered evidence of it. This evidence is extremely rare and all of it is believed to be in Foundation hands, though other instances of SCP-6439 being perceptible are being actively sought out. Primary evidence for SCP-6439 comes from three sources. The first is the recording of a radio broadcast received by a high-orbit American spy satellite to which the Foundation has covert access. It is a commercial broadcast from WAEK ‘The Wake’, a local radio station in Kentucky, specifically the show ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’. The show was evidently broadcast during a non-existent period between October 31st and November 1st. The second is the evidence given by a CIA technical analyst, Gavin McCrae, to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, concerning a Chinese satellite and its anomalous data. The third is marginalia in a medieval Irish manuscript, The Book of the Days of Leinster, describing events supposedly having taken place in the 9th century CE. Addendum 6439.1: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’ [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this October 32nd with the sexiest sax in music. I’m Abby, here to keep my shift workers and midnight lurkers company from the turn of the calendar up to the early hours. Call in to request a song, anything you like as long as it’s classic and cool, or just tell me what’s on your mind. As those costume parties are winding down and the trick or treaters finally come down off their sugar buzz, we’ll be keeping it calm and copacetic here on WAEK, The Wake. Producer Wendell has just handed me a note from our weather desk. There’s an extreme weather warning for all parts of the state. Don’t know whether that’s tornadoes or raining frogs, it just says ‘extreme weather’. So it’s looking like a weird night, and not just because yesterday was Halloween. And speaking of my loyal colleague Wendell, he’s telling me we have a caller on the line. Hi there, you’re speaking with DJ Abby. What’s happening? Calvin: Hi Abby, Calvin here, uh, long time listener, first time caller. Listen, it’s kinda crazy out here, I was wondering if your listeners have ever seen anything like what’s going down here. DJ Abby: Sure thing, Calvin, speak to me. Calvin: I’m down at the Primo Pins Bowling Alley, near West Creek? Just, you know, hanging out. There are a bunch of people here. Well, I say people, but they’re more like… shadows. DJ Abby: Shadows? Calvin: Yeah. I thought maybe it was a bunch of goof-offs wearing all black bodysuits for Halloween, but they got closer and I could, like, kinda see through them. They were coming out of the darkness past the parking lot lights. I was with my buddy, we were smoking, you know, and he said, ‘look at these goobers, I’m gonna go mess with them.’ But now I can’t see him and these shadow people are all around the car. DJ Abby: Sounds far out. Maybe you oughta drive out of there? Calvin: My buddy’s got the keys. Hey, hey, he’s here. Hey, Kyle! Kyle, my dude, let’s split! Uh, he’s not hearing me. Looks like they’re carrying him. [A scream rings out, distant.] Calvin: Whoa, Kyle, get out of there! Aww, geez, now he’s going see-through, too. The shadow people have these glowing eyes and there are way more of them. They’re getting close. Hey, Kyle, you still got that piece in the glove compartment? Sorry, Abby, I gotta go. DJ Abby: Sounds like Calvin has his hands full there. Maybe all you out there in radioland should steer clear of Primo Pins for a while. Time for a track to keep our minds off these interesting times. Stick around, I’ll be right here with you till the small hours start getting big. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was Dexys Midnight Runners with ‘Come On Eileen’, and she’d better get moving because it is weird out there tonight. The network is sending warnings of blackouts across the state, extreme winds, hail the size of grapefruits, and a whole bunch of gosh-darned forest fires out of control. Plus there are riots in Louisville and Lexington. It’s the perfect night to stay inside with me and wait out the crazy with some classic tunes. I'm getting word from Producer Wendell that there's a caller on the line. Tina, what’s on your mind? Tina: Hi Abby! I’m calling from Owensboro. I work at the hospital here. We’ve all had to evacuate and we’re hiding out in the local high school, in the gymnasium. DJ Abby: Sounds like something heavy is going down there, Tina. Tina: Oh boy, you have no idea. Just after midnight the security guys said there was a disturbance in the basement. The next thing I know, there are naked people walking around! Naked people from the morgue! Dead folks that just got up off the autopsy table and out of the cold lockers. It was the darndest thing I ever saw. They had those autopsy incisions, some of them were from car wrecks or whatever and had bits missing. They were moaning and running about the place. Of course we all high-tailed it out of there. The stragglers told me some of the dead folks were conducting operations on those who couldn't run for it fast enough. All kinds of crazy things you hear, some people saying it’s judgement day, or it’s a weird virus from space, or aliens. I gotta say, Abby, I don’t know what to think. DJ Abby: As a man once said, Tina, when you’re going through hell, keep going. Hunker down and ride it out. Tina: Well, I don’t know if we’re even safe in here. One man, he started screaming there were monsters eating his brain, and suddenly he’s crawling up the walls and along the ceiling like a big old spider! And I saw some sasquatch-looking thing in the parking lot outside, and a whole lot more kinda shambling down main street. I know it’s Halloween but this just beats all. DJ Abby: Stay strong, Tina, baby. Remember you’re not alone. Whatever happens, we’ll all see it through together. Tina: A gotta say, you’re real calm about all this craziness going on. DJ Abby: The way I figure it, what happens, happens, and fretting about it all isn’t going to make it go away. The only thing I care about is that I don’t face it alone. And I don’t have to. I’m here with our callers, all our listeners, Producer Wendell, all the good folks following us from Midnight to Morn. As long as I got that, there’s no better place to ride out the storm than right here with some good tunes and good company. Tina: That’s a fine philosophy, Abby, but it’s kinda difficult to chill out when there’s people crawling on the ceiling and giant bats flying around. Did I mention the bats? I think they’re bats, anyway, they look the size of airliners from down here. Hold on… [Pause.] I gotta go, I think the cops just said we all gotta barricade the doors. DJ Abby: Stay safe, Tina. Same to all of you out there. Meanwhile, it’s raining blood. And in case you think I’m about to spin some Slayer, I mean actual blood. It’s coming down in sheets outside the studio window. We got glowing symbols in the sky, looking like some kind of Latin writing. I can see the power going out in some parts of town, so we’ll broadcast just as long as we can. Right now we have a request on the phones. Talk to me, Kevin. Kevin: Glad I got through, Abby, the phones are real messed up. So, uh, I always wanted to request a song and it looks like I might not get another chance. See, the problem is — my mom, she died maybe three years ago? DJ Abby: Sorry to hear that, Kevin. Kevin: She’s outside my kitchen window right now. She’s all blotchy and has these long claws but it’s definitely her. She’s howling and trying to bust in. Got some players from the bridge club with her. I’m… I’m not gonna make it through the night. I said to myself, it’s pick up the phone now or never. DJ Abby: Glad to be here for you, Kevin. And I hope your mom just wants to catch up. What song do you want to request? Kevin: Well, given what’s going on, there’s only really one song that would be appropriate. DJ Abby: I’m way ahead of you, buddy. For Kevin and his late mom, here’s REM. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: Seeing us through to the small hours, this is DJ Abby. And this might really be the end, my beautiful friends. We’ve had calls from folks seeing the dead walk, monsters among us, the seas boiling and the earth aflame. Through the rain of blood outside the studio I can see the ground heaving up and rivers of lava flowing across our bluegrass state. Most of the phone lines are down, but… [Pause.] Producer Wendell says someone’s got through. Caller, you’re on the air. Don: Abby! Oh thank God you’re there, Abby. My name’s Don, long time listener, I’m down in Louisville and half of West End just fell into this big pit. DJ Abby: I know plenty of folks who would call that an improvement. Don: I didn’t much love it neither but now there’s just this big fiery hole, like a lake of flame with all these things leaping around in it. People are lining up to jump in! Plus half everyone I can see are covered in these red boils and there are bugs like big fat grasshoppers everywhere. Swarms of them. DJ Abby: Locusts, maybe? Don: Well, they ain’t ladybugs. We were having our office Halloween party when it all started and now I’m stuck in Accounting dressed like Chewbacca watching the damned world end. Excuse my language but it’s just been crazy. Oh boy, the Omni Hotel just fell down. DJ Abby: Thanks for calling in, Don. I gotta cut you off because something’s coming down out of the sky. It’s like… a mountain upside-down, made of bodies. Arms and legs, all tangled up, all writhing like worms. The sky around it’s opening up like a sinkhole. The ground is warping around it. I can… I can feel its thoughts, battering against my skull. I think this is it, people. The last trumpet is sounding. The last disc is spun. Whoever’s still listening, I’m glad I could spend the last moments on the air with you. It’s turning towards me. Its face… a void. Emptiness. [Pause.] Producer Wendell says it’s got the same face as his father, but I just see an endless nothing. We’re getting some interference here. I’ll stay on the air as long as I can. Stay strong out there, people. Do not… Go… Quietly… [Static takes over.] [A new voice breaks through.] Unknown: I have seen your offering for this year. I have heard the songs of your celebration. I have tasted your delighting in fear. And it is good. Unknown: The bargain that was struck is fulfilled. Once more you are spared. The devastation of my wake and the majesty of my horror shall be erased. Unknown: Let your devotion to fear be given voice again when next this day comes to pass. I shall cleave close to the terms of our bargain. I hunger, and unlike you, I shall not forget. [END LOG] Addendum 6439.2: Transcription of a Hearing of the US Senate Select Committee on Intelligence The following is the partial transcript of an evidentiary session of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, held in secret to receive the testimony of CIA technical analyst Gavin McCrae. Senator Darlene Sanchez conducted the session. Though the proceedings are classified, the Foundation acquired a transcript through its assets in the legislative branch. [BEGIN LOG] Senator Darlene Sanchez: Analyst McCrae, please explain the context for why you brought us here today. CIA Analyst Gavin McCrae: It’s all kind of, off-the-record. None of this is official CIA policy or anything. Sanchez: You won’t get into trouble for colouring outside the lines, Analyst McCrae. We don’t go squealing to the teacher. All we care about is the truth. McCrae: Sometimes an issue comes up which could lead to both sides spending a lot of money or even kicking off an international incident, which could be resolved if we just talked to each other. So that’s what happened here. My opposite number in the Science and Technology Directorate of the Chinese Ministry of State Security is a guy named Liu Kenong. He found out we were talking a lot about the communications satellite one of their shell companies launched three years ago. Sanchez: How did this Kenong find out what the CIA was talking about? McCrae: They spy on us as much as we spy on them. They’re monitoring chatter, maybe they have agents inside. The same thing we do. It’s not really my department. Sanchez: I see. Continue. McCrae: Kenong asked to meet me at the airport in Kuala Lumpur. He had my travel itinerary too, by the way. But it was a public place, so it was probably safe. Just an unofficial chat over coffee, you know. So I met him there. Nice guy, I guess. His English wasn’t great but it was better than my Mandarin. Together we got by. We had to look up some of the technical stuff. The CIA was worried one of the Chinese satellites was for spying. It wasn’t in Earth’s orbit, at least nowhere we could see, but we knew they were getting data from it. So we wondered what it was. We were getting jumpy that the Chinese had stolen a march on us. Getting ahead in the new secret space race. Kenong said we’d got it all wrong. Sanchez: Do you have reason to trust this Kenong? McCrae: No more or less than he had to trust me. It’s a reciprocal thing, Senator. We can’t function without at least some communication with the other side. We’re trying to put one over on each other, sure, but neither of us has an interest in starting a conflict over nothing that ends up costing money and lives. Simple answer, I don’t have much reason, to be honest, only his word. I’m just telling you what he told me. Sanchez: Something of a gentlemen’s agreement, then. Please continue. McCrae: Kenong said there was a satellite but it wasn’t spying on anything. It was a test. They wanted to know if they could hide something, like a space station, on the far side of the sun, orbiting opposite to the Earth. They figured it would be impossible to see from Earth so they could hide whatever they wanted there. The satellite they sent up was designed to prove if that was true. They flew it to the other side of the sun and it was supposed to sit there broadcasting test signals. If the Chinese could pick them up, or if anyone else on Earth did, they’d know the idea was a no-go. The thing is, after about six months, the Chinese were able to detect this satellite. And we were, too. So the test failed. Or worked, depending on your point of view. Sanchez: What did the CIA believe they had detected? McCrae: Like I said, we thought it was a spy satellite. We didn’t know what it was supposed to be spying on from way out there but we didn’t like it. The tension started rising, we were trying to crack codes and get people inside the Chinese operation to find out. Then the Chinese reacted and started hunting down moles and tightening security. Everyone’s getting more paranoid, convinced something big’s about to happen. It’s only so long before someone does something stupid. That’s what Kenong was trying to defuse. Sanchez: I see. And this idea the Chinese had, of hiding something behind the sun. It didn’t work because it could be detected from Earth? McCrae: That was inconclusive. The satellite kept going off course. Kenong didn’t understand it, he told me. He assumed it was just a malfunction, but then they noticed the satellite’s atomic clock was exactly one day off compared to the one they’d synched it to on Earth. And yes, they checked if it was a leap year. They went through the programming, didn’t find any bugs, recoded the whole thing and tried again. A year passes, and the same thing happened. The satellite went off course, the Chinese saw it, we saw it, suddenly the CIA Director is being briefed on this new secret Chinese weapon again. The Chinese try to fix it, can’t find what’s wrong, and try a third time. One year later? Same thing. Exactly twenty-four hours out of whack. So eventually they gave up and recalled the satellite. Kenong said it burned up on re-entry, like they’d planned. Sanchez: Did Kenong believe it was a malfunction? McCrae: Of course. So did I. It’s the only explanation. Either there’s a bug in the programming or there’s an extra day in the year no one knows about. [He laughs.] Sanchez: And how would this extra day get there? McCrae: Excuse me? Sanchez: If there were an extra day we don’t experience on Earth, but the rest of the universe does, that means this satellite was programmed for 365 days instead of 366. How might that occur? McCrae: I’m not sure I follow you. Time is time, you can’t change it. Sanchez: You’ll forgive my high school physics, but time can change, can it not? With a large enough gravity source? A black hole, that kind of thing? McCrae: Sure, but the biggest thing nearby is the sun and it doesn’t distort spacetime that much. If there were a black hole anywhere near us, we’d know about it. Or rather we wouldn’t know anything because we’d be sucked in pretty fast. Sanchez: So what could the explanation be? McCrae: Senator, please excuse me, but are you genuinely suggesting our perception of the length of a year is wrong? Sanchez: I am privy to information that even a CIA analyst is not. What seems ridiculous to you is very pertinent to us. Humour me. What could make that happen? McCrae: I don’t know. Aliens? Magic? Sanchez: I see. Thank you, Analyst McCrae. Your evidence has been very enlightening. [END LOG] Addendum 6439.3: Analysis of The Book of the Days of Leinster The following is a translation and commentary of writing found in the margins of The Book of the Days of Leinster, a manuscript held in the Trinity College Library in Dublin. The book dates from the 10th century and is a chronicle of Irish kings and significant events from the mid-9th century. The translation and notes are by Professor Sean Dullan. This document came to the Foundation’s attention as potential evidence of a historical anomaly and was retrieved following a data search regarding temporal anomalies and eschatological scenarios. The text consists of three passages of marginalia across two pages of the manuscript, in a notably less sophisticated hand than the main text. The Middle Irish used is highly colloquial and includes abbreviations and elisions, rendering many challenges in translation. Apart from this there are no significant lacunas in the text. The passage begins with a statement by the unnamed writer, explaining the original copies of the tale had been lost. The writer wrote it down from memory to ensure it would not pass from memory and be forgotten. The Book of the Days of Leinster was used as a matter of convenience and because the writer expected such a large and expensive book to be preserved. The story itself dates from the early 9th century and concerns a king of Leinster named Bran mac Donnchada. This individual is not mentioned in other sources, though he may be any one of several contemporary kings in the region who used various names and honorifics. Bran was journeying north out of Leinster with a force of Irishmen and Vikings to defend his borders. The writer neglects to describe his opposition, or the numbers of his army. The writer here gives a date which, according to the modern calendar, equates to October 32nd, and is presumably an error. On this day, as Bran led his army across the border, it was confronted by what the text describes as a ‘demon’. It was of great size, and had the bodies of many men, though the exact meaning of this is not clear. It is described as ‘descending’, perhaps literally from the sky, or metaphorically as a predator descends on its prey. Bran’s army scattered at the sight. Some men were ‘struck down’, though again the text is ambiguous on whether this meant ‘killed’ or ‘rendered unconscious’. Others went mad, or fled. The writer states the demon’s face was perceived by some men as that of a hideous monster, and by others as that of a family member, animal, or religious figure. King Bran was not among those who fled or were incapacitated. In the demon’s face he saw an image of himself, weak and bound in ropes. But Bran was not afraid. The writer alludes to Bran’s widely acknowledged valour and his many deeds in war, though does not name them. Bran and the demon then engaged in a discussion. The writer describes them speaking of the state of the world and whether the demon should destroy it or not. Bran maintained the world was a fine place and full of brave men and fair women, and all the glories of nature. The demon, however, was not convinced, and determined to destroy it and everyone in it. Bran, however, was cunning and wise as well as very brave, and proposed a deal to the demon. If he saw to it that a festival was held in the demon’s honour, he asked that the demon spare the world and undo the terror it had already wrought. The demon thought upon this, and decided it would return in exactly one year. If the festival was to its liking, the demon would hold off destroying the world and cause all that happened on that day to be undone, so the horror of its appearance would not scar the minds of all who witnessed it. Thus the deal was struck, and King Bran returned home. He bade all the people of his own kingdom, and called upon all his allies elsewhere, to have a festival to please the demon. As the demon was a thing of fear, the festival was to celebrate fear. All things grotesque and terrifying would be sung of and paraded, and for a day, it would be as if the beautiful and the ugly had changed places. That next year, when the demon arose with much madness and destruction. It was pleased by the festival and did as it had bargained, turning back the day and sparing the world. King Bran lamented he would never see the result of his cunning, nor would any other witness it, for the memory itself of that day was undone. The only solace he had was when the next day dawned. For if the festival of fear did not happen, or if it was found wanting, the sun would never have risen again. Bran had his scholars write of the day he encountered the demon and the deal the two had made. However, copies of these writings were lost, prompting the unnamed writer of the marginalia to note down all they remembered of the tale. This perhaps explains the lack of any mention of the tale elsewhere in the extant literature. Similarly, a creature of myth resembling the demon is not recorded anywhere, suggesting the tale is either one peculiar to the Leinster region, or was an invention of the unnamed writer. The entity King Bran encountered, and that may still manifest on Earth on the 32nd of October every year, is designated SCP-6439-1. Its containment is likely beyond the capacity of the Foundation, and so containment efforts should instead be aimed at ensuring the tradition of Halloween continues. The story of King Bran is roughly contemporary with the first mentions of Samhain, the pagan festival that took place from October 31st to November 1st. Samhain is believed to have been later combined with Christian traditions to become All Hallows’ Eve, and then the modern Halloween. Research into SCP-6439, and the means of perceiving missing time, continues. The Foundation is to liaise with friendly space agencies to generate reliable ways of achieving this. It is evident the reality-erasing effect does not extend to the whole universe, but only contains Earth, and that the 24 hours of missing time can be detected at a sufficient distance from Earth. The exact nature of SCP-6439-1 is not known. Studying it can likely only be achieved on the 32nd of October, with the data generated being archived in a form that can survive the cognitive omission of the day. Foundation Applied Metaphysics staff are working on a means of doing this. Until this is achieved, knowledge of the existence of SCP-6439 shall remain classified as an infohazard, and placating SCP-6439-1 is to remain the primary means of containment. Addendum 6439.4: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’ [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this November 1st with the sexiest sax in music. The Halloween parties are at the ‘hanging out in the kitchen’ stage and the costumes have all fallen apart. This is DJ Abby keeping you company until it’s time to throw out the pumpkins and bring in those plastic skeletons from the yard. As always, we’re playing anything you want so long as it’s old and good. You know, Halloween got me thinking about what it is that scares me. Not gonna say I wouldn’t run if a skeleton or mummy or vampire jumped out of the shadows at me, but you know what really frightens me? It’s being without you guys. Or without Producer Wendell, or anyone. It’s being on my own, facing the world with no one by my side. That’s why I love keeping you nighthawks and music dorks company every night. It means none of us are alone out there. We have each other. Even if I’m just a voice coming from your car radio, that’s a connection, and it’s connections that keep us safe. Don’t worry, folks, I’m not going to get too philosophical on you. Abby’s gonna keep the tunes spinning just like always. This one’s a track that felt appropriate, for some reason. For everyone in this strange family of late-night listeners, here’s REM with ‘It's the End of the World as We Know It.’ [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6439" by Ben Counter, Pacific Obadiah, & edited by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6439. Licensed under CC-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-6440 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6440 Image of SCP-6440 taken during first exploration. Potential cognitohazards removed. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone has been established around SCP-6440 and is to be guarded at all times. Any civilians seeking to gain entry are to be turned away and placed under Foundation surveillance for two weeks1. Any SCP-6440-1 instances found leaving SCP-6440 are to be terminated. If SCP-6440-2 is confirmed to be beyond the perimeter surrounding SCP-6440, MTF A-440 ("Muses")2 are to be sent for retrieval. Update as of 2018/11/10: The exclusion zone around Dwelling, Michigan has been extended by 30m and Scranton Reality Anchors placed around the perimeter. Traffic on Parker Road3 is to be diverted under the cover story of construction work. Description: SCP-6440 is a theatre in the abandoned town of Dwelling, Michigan. SCP-6440’s anomalous effect is triggered when a human subject is seated in a theatre seat, causing the subject to lose all higher cognitive functions and autonomy. Subjects at this stage are designated SCP-6440-1. Any human entering SCP-6440 is greeted by SCP-6440-2, an instance of SCP-6440-1 dressed in an usher uniform, and led to a seat. Exploration Log 1: Date: 2018/10/09 D-54392 was sent to investigate the interior of SCP-6440. A body-mounted camera and microphone were supplied. <Begin Log> [The exterior of SCP-6440 is deteriorated except for the front doors.] Control: D-54392, enter through the front theatre doors. D-54392: It's just a theatre. What's the deal? Control: That's what you're here to find out. D-54392: So, you guys have no idea what's in there? Control: (dryly) D-54392, please enter the theatre. [D-54392 sighs and enters SCP-6440. The interior is pristine.] D-54392: Huh, that's weird. Control: D-54392, report? D-54392: This is a theatre but I don't smell or hear popcorn. [Lights turn on as D-54392 walks toward the ticket booth. The narrow view of the camera follows D-54392's movements as it sweeps across an empty entry way. SCP-6440-2 pops up from under the ticket booth desk.] SCP-6440-2: Welcome to Dwelling Theatre! What movie are you lookin' to see? D-54392: (confused) Uh? I don't know? What do you guys have? SCP-6440-2: (points to the marquee above it) This is our current selection of movies. We at Dwelling Theatre specialize in sleeper hits! D-54392: (perusing the movies listed) Yeah uh… I guess I'll watch 'Johnny Mnemonic', I haven't seen it in decades! SCP-6440-2: (nods) Follow me if you will! [SCP-6440-2 leaves the booth without giving D-54392 a ticket and leads xyr down a well-lit hallway. Movie posters from the 80s and 90s line the hallway. They appear new.] D-54392: (nervous) So, you do this for a living? SCP-6440-2: Yes! It's my greatest joy! D-54392: Have you, uh, seen anything weird going on here? SCP-6440-2: Other than the few kids sneaking in? D-54392: Yeah. SCP-6440-2: Nothing really. [They reach the entryway for the room showing 'Johnny Mnemonic'. SCP-6440-2 turns on its flashlight and leads D-54392 into the show room.] [The room is dark and lit by a gray theatre screen. Light from the screen and SCP-6440-2's flashlight shows the theatre to be three quarters full.] Control: D-54392, see if you can get a closer look at the audience. D-54392: (speaks to SCP-6440-2) Uh, so why is the screen blank? Isn't there supposed to be bumpers for upcoming mo- SCP-6440-1: Shh! The movie is about to start! D-54392: Sorry. SCP-6440-2: Here's your seat, xir! [SCP-6440-2 gestures at an empty seat. Nearby patrons turn their heads watching D-54392 find xyr seat.] D-54392: Oh… I just realized that I should go to the bathroom before the movie starts. SCP-6440-2: You don't want to take your seat? D-54392: Yeah, I want to take my seat, on the toilet. SCP-6440-1: Shhh! The movie is about to start. SCP-6440-2: (whispers) You'd miss the beginning of the movie. D-54392: (muttering to Control) Why is he arguing? SCP-6440-2: (grins and tilts its head to the side) What was that? I didn't catch it. [D-54392 backs away slowly. More instances of SCP-6440-1 turn their heads and watch. A few instances' heads turn 180 degrees to watch D-54392.] Control: D-54392, abort and head to the extraction point! [Breathing heavily, xe turns to run. An instance of SCP-6440-1 blocks the path.] SCP-6440-1: (cocks head to the side) Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Xe screams and pushes past. Fibers similar in appearance to mycelia4 attach themselves to D-54392's shoulder.] D-54392: Gross! What the hell? Control: D-54392 stay calm and get out of there! [Xe manages to push past the anomaly but from the aisle seats arms reach out trying to grab xyr as xe runs past.] [At the top of the stairs xe encounters more SCP-6440-1 instances. They cock their heads to the side. One of them speaks.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [D-54392 screams as xe tries to break past the block. The instances grab xyr and pull xyr towards a seat. D-54392 struggles and punches an instance in the face. Its nose snaps but it doesn't react otherwise. Black blood drips from its nose.] [The instances repeat themselves as they force D-54392 into a chair. A squishy, ripping sound is heard from outside the field of view. The camera jerks but continues to face forward.] Control: D-54392? Respond! D-54392? D-54392: … [SCP-6440-2 makes its way up the stairs. Instances clear out of its path and then return to their seats. Loud, squishy noises are heard as the instances sit. D-54392's camera captures the anomalies in front of xyr. Fibers from the backs of the chairs and from the backs of SCP-6440-1 instances merge.] [Smiling, SCP-6440-2 approaches D-54392.] SCP-6440-2: Whoever you are, I would like to thank you for sending me a patron! [It reaches inside of D-54392's front pocket and tears out the camera. SCP-6440-2 looks into the camera, its eyes are gray.] SCP-6440-2: I hope you send me more patrons soon. [Recording cuts out.] <End Log> SCP-6440-1 instances captured on D-54392's camera matched descriptions of Larry Wheeler, Samantha Brown, and Jude Hart who were all reported missing in 1989, 1992 and 1994 respectively. Exploration Log 2: MTF A-440 "Muses": Melpomene-0, Thalia-0 Date: 2018/10/17 Due to SCP-6440-2's knowledge of the Foundation's operations and aggression by SCP-6440-1 instances, "Muses" was sent for further exploration. Their orders were data collection and retrieval of lost personnel if possible. The following recording was retrieved at a later date. <Begin Log> Melpomene-0: Control, we've reached the target location. [Static.] Melpomene-0: Control? [Static.] Thalia-0: How do we proceed? Melpomene-0: Lets back track a safe distance and reestablish communications. [They retreat back a safe distance and establish contact with Control. It's decided that "Muses" proceed with caution.] ["Muses" enter the theatre through the front door. Expecting hostility, they ready their firearms. As in previous explorations, the entryway is pristine and the lights turn on as they walk into the building. They cautiously approach the ticket stand.] SCP-6440-2: (slowly pops up from under the desk) Hello hello! I knew you'd send me more patrons! But there is a strict no-firearms policy while in the theatre. [Melpomene-0 opens ver mouth to speak.] SCP-6440-2: (interrupting Melpomene-0) I'm afraid I'll have to take those. [Mycelia spread over their firearms. Melpomene-0 and Thalia-0 try their weapons.] SCP-6440-2: Nope! No can do! Not in my theatre. (laughs) [The firearms dissolve in the operatives' hands.] Thalia-0: Well shit! [Melpomene-0 throws a punch. SCP-6440-2 dodges.] SCP-6440-2: Tsk, tsk! (shakes head) There shall be no violence in my theatre either. [Momentarily lights in the main entryway are cut. When the lights come back SCP-6440-2 is nowhere to be seen.] SCP-6440-2: (incorporeal) How about this? I let you come and see a movie without a ticket, eh? Thalia-0: (yelling) We aren't here to see a movie! Melpomene-0: (calmly) Thalia-0 check the booth, concession stand and restroom. I'm checking the hallways and show rooms. [Thalia-0 nods as fae carefully inspects the booth while Melpomene-0 cautiously walks down the hallway. The movie posters have changed to 'Dawn of the Living Dead', 'The Sixth Sense', 'Stephen King's IT', 'Arachnolagophobia' and other 80s-90s horror films.] [Thalia-0 inspects the ticket booth. Fae finds it empty.] Thalia-0: Wow, that sure is weird? No tickets, no register, no seat? I thought there'd at least be food crumbs. [Fae leaves the ticket booth and heads for the concession stand.] Thalia-0: Hope I find some popcorn. (laughs to faerself) [Reaching the concession stand, fae finds it's also empty.] Thalia-0: Well, damn. What kinda two-bit theatre is this? No popcorn? [A loud slapping sound comes from the restrooms.] Thalia-0: (sighs) Of course. [Fae heads to the restrooms. Reflexively fae reaches for faer gun. Fae curses under faer breath. Instead, fae pulls out a hunting knife.] Thalia-0: (chuckles) Fucker didn't take my knife. [As fae approaches the restroom the sounds get louder. Fae identifies the sounds coming from the stall restroom. Peeking faer head around the corner, the camera pans the room.] [The restroom is lit and empty. Fae cautiously enters the room. The sounds stop. Thalia-0 takes a deep breath and kicks down the first stall door. It's empty. Fae kicks down the next stall door. A raccoon screams and sprints out of the restroom.] Thalia-0: (surprised) That's fucking bizarre. [Melpomene-0 makes ver way down the hall toward the show room with the marquee 'Dawn of the Living Dead'.5 Ve turns ver body mounted light on and enters the room. The theatre is close to full. Amongst the crowd are two bright orange jumpsuits.] [The movie screen is blank as seen in prior recordings. SCP-6440-1 instances are motionless and remain facing the screen. Melpomene-0 breathes heavily as ve slowly steps down the stairs. Keeping an eye on the SCP-6440-1 instances, ve approaches the nearest one.] [Ve closely inspects the instance.6 Melpomene-0 removes medical latex gloves from ver side-pouch and gently pushes the instance forward. The instance's back peels away from the seat. Both the seat and the instance are connected via fibrous threads. Ripping and tearing sounds are recorded. Melpomene-0 gags.] [Ve takes a sample of the mycelium and places it in ver kit. A loud, ripping sound is recorded off camera. Melpomene-0 turns toward the noise and sees an instance standing. Mycelia hang from its back.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Melpomene-0 doesn't respond. Instead ve turns around and walks out of the show room. More tearing sounds are recorded out of view. At the end of the hallway stands SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: Leaving so soon? The movie is about to start, you know. [Melpomene-0 looks at the other end of the hallway. It looks longer than it had been previously and leads to a dead end. Ve turns back to SCP-6440-2 who is slowly walking towards ver.] SCP-6440-2: This is the most active the theatre has been in a long time. [Thalia-0 sneaks behind SCP-6440-2. Mumbling is heard from inside the show room. The squelching, ripping sounds get louder.] SCP-6440-2: I've been getting one patron every other year for the past three decades. So whoever you are, thank you for your patronage. I've been quite famished. [Instances of SCP-6440-1 exit the show room.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Melpomene-0 approaches SCP-6440-2 while Thalia-0 approaches it from behind.]. [SCP-6440-1 instances slowly leave the show room. They follow Melpomene-0.] [Thalia-0 jumps SCP-6440-2 and slits its throat. Black tar gushes from the cut. SCP-6440-2 falls to its knees. It clutches its throat and gags while trying to talk.] [Melpomene-0 sprints past SCP-6440-2 with Thalia-0 leading the way. They enter into the main entryway with the sounds of footsteps behind them.] [The operatives reach the front door and find that it's locked. Gurgling and laughter are heard from behind. They turn and the video feed shows SCP-6440-2 clutching its throat and attempting to speak. SCP-6440-1 instances file behind SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: (gurgles) This is m- theatre. Y- thin' y- c-n leave? [The instance laughs as more black tar sprays from its cut.] Melpomene-0: Fuck. This. [Ve grabs a nearby bench and with Thalia-0's help they smash a window.] SCP-6440-2: (cackles) C-me bac' s-n! [The operatives sprint away from the theatre. Once out of the town's boundary Melpomene-0 calls for back-up requesting anomalous hazardous retrieval.] <End Log> "Muses" are retrieved on the outskirts of town. They were placed in quarantine for two weeks in the event that SCP-6440's anomalous nature is infectious. Tests were conducted on the retrieved samples. The black fluid obtained from Thalia-0's knife was found to be liquefied black mold. Parawatch Forum Logs: Lisa Gilbert not-so-modest-mouse 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:11:24 #54789321 ok. so. ive lived in mercer for my whole life, and yea i know you cant find it on a map, its a small township. yea. i know. it sucks. anyway, ive lived here my WHOLE LIFE and i know every other small town, village, and township and i have NEVER come across the town of dwelling. it like. just showed up one day? i was mudding down the back roads with my buds when we zipped past a town with a sign that read "welcome to dwelling" in the distance was a town that i never saw before anyway, i shrugged it off until late last night, i decided to go to the town, but i couldnt bring myself to cross the town line something felt off i just wanted to share this with you guys because im pretty shook jortsMcGee 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:26:17 #54789322 Hey so, I'm not your baby sitter or anything, but you should totally go check it out! Sounds like fun! not-so-modest-mouse 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:44:36 #54789323 im thinkin of doin that, but im going to do some research first because like, what if im walking into a trap or an alternate dimension or something? jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:03:47 #54789324 OP where are you from? not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:10:05 #54789325 michigan gracee_sleek 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:23:14 #54789326 LMAO isnt that already an alternate dimension? not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:31:02 #54789327 …yea youre right. anyway, im going to the library tomorrow to find any old school documents on dwelling jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:56:17 #54789328 Godspeed o7 gracee_sleek 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:58:05 #54789329 what a nerd, just go to the town already not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:10:08 #54789330 alright so i went to the library. theres a TON of info on dwelling! but when i asked the librarian about dwelling she looked at me like i had two heads! shes never heard of that town before! i showed her the records and she just shrugged. said it mustve been an old township that was abandonded for quite some time. but i asked her how no one has noticed it before now! she said someone surely has but paid it no mind, its not important she said and shrugged it off. like no??? im not accepting this. its not just some "ghost town", i mean, like it IS a ghost town but where did it come from? is it from here? whats it doing here? jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:16:12 #54789331 OP like I said before, you should totally go check it out. Have you gone paranormal hunting before? Because if not, take some provisions with you. A flashlight, a notebook, a spirit box, your phone, a battery pack, your phone cable (duh), some MREs or protein bars, a bottle of water, a bottle of holy water, and maybe a cross. not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:19:57 #54789332 a bottle of holy water, and maybe a cross. hahahaah no. ill take a bottle of regular water though lmao anyway im taking the rest of this with me and ill record my findings! wish me luck! and if you dont hear back from me in the next day tell my wife i said hello! jortsMcGee 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:11:43 #54789333 Well, OP isn't back yet so… gracee_sleek 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:23:15 #54789334 lol we tell her wife 'Hello!' bunbun 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:25:13 #54789335 b srs bout this, she may b fuggin ded not-so-modest-mouse 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:23:58 #54789336 Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long! I'm doin alright, and really? The librarian was right. It's just some dusty ghost town. jortsMcGee 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:25:48 #54789337 Dude! You can't just say what you said, disappear for two days, and then return saying "im doin alright"! There's more to this! What happened? not-so-modest-mouse 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:39:41 #54789338 I was busy with rehearsals! bunbun 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:46:11 #54789339 :o o cool! i didnt kno u were n theater!! Retrieval Operation: On 2018/10/31 at 05:41 EST Lisa Gilbert, a paranormal investigator, bypassed security personnel and entered SCP-6440. MTF A-440 was sent to attempt retrieval and were equipped with Kant counters.7 MTF A-440 "Muses": Melpomene-0, Thalia-0, Urania-0, Clio-0 Date: 2018/10/31 Time: 06:38 EST <Begin Log> ["Muses" hike into the town from the drop-off point. As expected they lose contact with Control. The morning is overcast and misty. Clio-0, Melpomene-0, and Urania-0 make way to SCP-6440 to retrieve Lisa Gilbert. Thalia-0 is left to set up Kant counters around the perimeter.] [Thalia-0 turns on a counter. It reads 1.00 Humes8] Thalia-0: (over the radio) Lookin' good over here boss! Clio-0: (places a Kant counter at the entrance to SCP-6440) All set! Urania-0: Excellent. Clio-0, scout around the back of the theatre. Report anything suspicious. Melpomene-0: It's quiet. Urania-0: What do you mean? Melpomene-0: There were sounds of birds and raccoons last mission. [Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 ready to breach the front doors. The windows of SCP-6440 are intact. Urania-0 attempts to kick down the door. Xe fails. Xe and Melpomene-0 attempt to pull and push the door open. It remains closed.] Melpomene-0: (over the radio) Clio-0, are you able to find an entry point around the back? Clio-0: Negative. Melpomene-0: (observing the intact theatre windows) Thalia-0 and I broke a window. Urania-0: Is the theatre able to regenerate itself? Melpomene-0: I'm not sure, but after seeing what the usher is capable of, I don't doubt it. SCP-6440-2: Did I hear a man in black call for me? [Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 look at the front door. The video feed shows the doors open and SCP-6440-2 standing at the doorframe. Behind it are roughly 10 instances of SCP-6440-1.] SCP-6440-2: Or should I say woman in black? Urania-0: (over the radio to Clio-0) We found the usher! Report! Melpomene-0: Long time no see. SCP-6440-2: Yes, quite. Lovely to see you back! And you've brought a new patron! [Urania-0 inspects the counter. The Hume levels drop to 0.80. SCP-6440-2 takes a step out of the theatre. As it does tendrils of mycelium similar in pattern to the carpet extend making a path for SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: (gestures to the Kant counter) Looks like the men- excuse me- women in black have brought their weird science. [Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 reach for their guns.] SCP-6440-2: Really? Again? (laughs) Nonetheless, you've brought even more patrons! Melpomene-0: I thought you were restricted to the theatre? SCP-6440-2: (laughs) I was! Until I got more patrons, that is. [Humes drop to 0.72. Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 back away from SCP-6440-2. Fibrous growths reach around the equipment. The counter now reads 0.53 Humes.] Urania-0: Where is Lisa Gilbert? SCP-6440-2: (laughs and gestures to an SCP-6440-1 instance behind it) Well, she's right here! [The SCP-6440-1 instance matches descriptions of Lisa Gilbert.] Melpomene-0: (to Urania-0) Do we proceed with retrieval? [Mycelium continues to grow outwards toward the operatives.] SCP-6440-2: (grins) Bold of you to assume that you can save her. She's mine now. Or ours, rather. [Clio-0's video feed captures thon running through the side alley. Mycelium grows in front of thon. Under thon breath Clio-0 cusses and pulls out thon knife. Cutting through the mycelium thon reaches the front of SCP-6440.] [SCP-6440-2 shouts as if in pain when Clio-0 cuts the mycelium.] SCP-6440-2: (doubling over) Ouchie! Who's doing that? (sees Clio-0 sprint past) OH! Another patron! [Mycelium rapidly grows and wraps around Clio-0's ankle.] SCP-6440-2: -and thon is mine too! [Clio-0 yelps and swings thon knife at the mycelium. Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 replace their guns with knifes and help Clio-0.] [SCP-6440-2 doubles over in pain again; the growth of mycelium slows. The operatives help Clio-0. Propping thon up, Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 sprint away from SCP-6440.] [Melpomene-0's video briefly records the Kant counter reading 0.19 Humes. When SCP-6440-2 regains composure the fungi spreads faster. SCP-6440-2 walks out to the middle of the road, following "Muses".] SCP-6440-2: (shouts) Where are you going? The movie is about to start! [Fungi spreads faster. SCP-6440-2 cackles. Sounds of crunching metal come from behind. Urania-0 turns around, xyr video records the Kant counter crushing as the fibers spread. The mycelium wraps around buildings and cars, carpeting the city in fibrous growth.] [The operatives remain silent as they run past the town's boundary and meet with Thalia-0. Faers feed captures the mycelium stopping abruptly at the town boundary and the Kant counter reads 0.99 Humes. Breathing heavily, Urania-0 radios for retrieval.] SCP-6440-2: (distantly yells) Send more patrons soon, women in black! 48 hours after the retrieval operation concluded Hume readings from the perimeter of Dwelling, Michigan dropped from 0.99 to 0.72 Humes. A billboard appeared along Parker Road reading "Watch sleeper hits at the Dwelling Theatre!". SCP-6440 has been reclassified as the town of Dwelling, Michigan. More from fairydoctor Close me! SCPs: SCP Created Rating Comments Length SCP-6420 25 May 2021 20:59 106 25 15512 SCP-5561 08 Jul 2021 20:30 68 48 17183 page 1 of 3123next » GoI Formats: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Foundation Tales: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Prose Bot and Perseverance 24 Mar 2021 02:56 30 1 7667 Daisy the Clown 29 Mar 2021 22:23 32 5 5156 page 1 of 7123...67next » Footnotes 1. In the event that effects from SCP-6440 are contagious, all subjects exposed are to be treated as if they've been exposed to a contagion. 2. MTF A-440 specializes in Art, Psychological, and Psychonautical anomalies. 3. A main road near the town. 4. Thread-like structures seen on growing fungi. 5. The same room that shown 'Johnny Mnemonic' in previous explorations. 6. The instance is later identified as Rupert Canyon, a resident of Dwelling, Michigan who disappeared in 1991. 7. A device that measures the concentration of reality in an area (referred to as Humes). 8. Baseline concentration of reality. |
SCP-6441 | euclid | Item#: 6441 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All personnel stationed at Site-56 are to be made aware that Dr. Amelia-Mae Webber is a frog. Dr. Webber should be permitted to continue working as a researcher, given that its health remains stable. Description: SCP-6441, known as Dr. Webber, is a sapient, unidentified member of the order Anura possessing a memetic effect that causes those who view it to believe that it is human. Prior to the discovery of its anomalous effects, SCP-6441 was seemingly unaware of its non-human characteristics. Upon discovery of its anomalous effects, subjects will become aware of many non-human characteristics of SCP-6441; however, its body will still appear human. Addendum 6441-01: Discovery Note: The following log is a transcript of a multi-department meeting at Site-56. Dr. Juno Payne is known to have an unusually high level of memetic resistance. [BEGIN LOG, 12:16 04/20/2022] Dr. Stevens: Is everyone here? Dr. Frye: Juno's late again. SCP-6441: Who's Juno? Dr. Frye: Y'know, tall, four eyes, kind of a bitch? SCP-6441: I don't think I do. Dr. Stevens: Eh, we can get started without her. So- [Dr. Payne enters hurriedly.] Dr. Payne: Sorry, got caught up in… [A pause as Juno moves to take a seat.] Dr. Payne: The fuck? Dr. Stevens: What is it this time? [Dr. Payne points towards SCP-6441.] Dr. Payne: Why's there a frog? Dr. Stevens: Excuse me? Dr. Payne: A frog. Why is there a frog sitting next to me? Dr. Frye: Ah, ha-ha, because Webber. Dr. Payne: No, dumbass. There's a frog right there! SCP-6441: Hey, guys? [SCP-6441 stares at its hands.] SCP-6441: I don't… think she's joking. Dr. Stevens: What do you mean? SCP-6441: I mean, she's not joking. These aren't… human hands. I don't… Dr. Payne: Aaand it's talking. Great. SCP-6441: Guys? I can't remember anything before 2018… Dr. Stevens: Correct me if I'm wrong, but frogs take two years to reach adulthood, right? SCP-6441: That's… what I'm saying… Dr. Frye: Oh, that's why the table was so slimy! [Dr. Payne squints.] Dr. Payne: You didn't know the frog was there? Dr. Frye: No, I mean- SCP-6441: (quietly) Oh god, I'm a frog. [END LOG, 12:20] Interview 6441-01: Interviewed: Dr. Juno Payne Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 08:39 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Thank you for coming. Dr. Payne: I mean, I didn't really have much of a choice. Dr. Meyers: I suppose. Anyway, what happened during the meeting yesterday? [Dr. Payne shrugs.] Dr. Payne: Not much, really. Walked in late, saw a frog in the chair next to me. Dr. Meyers: Hm. Had you met Dr. Webber before, or was this your first time? Dr. Payne: First time. [A pause.] Dr. Payne: Webber's the frog, right? Dr. Meyers: Yes. Dr. Payne: Yeah, first time. Dr. Meyers: That'll be all, then. [END LOG, 08:41] Interview 6441-02: Interviewed: Dr. Aaron Frye Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 09:30 04/21/2022] Dr. Frye: I'm guessing this is about yesterday? Dr. Meyers: Yes. You know Dr. Webber somewhat well, correct? Dr. Frye: Uh, yeah, other than the whole… frog thing. Dr. Meyers: Had you noticed any unusual characteristics before yesterday? Dr. Frye: Kind of? I saw her eating bugs once, but I didn't think anything of it. Dr. Meyers: Is that all? Dr. Frye: Mm-mm. Sometimes, things she touches are slimy. [A pause.] Dr. Frye: Oh, and she always… sticks her hands in water? Like, she just sticks her hand in the glass. I've never seen her drinking it. Which, yeah, seems weird in hindsight. Dr. Meyers: And none of these things seemed strange? [Dr. Frye shrugs.] Dr. Frye: Uh… not really. I just didn't really think about them. Dr. Meyers: I see. Thank you for your time. [END LOG, 09:35] Interview 6441-03: Interviewed: Dr. Bruce Stevens Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 10:33 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Dr. Stevens. [Dr. Stevens nods.] Dr. Meyers: You were responsible for hiring Dr. Webber, correct? Dr. Stevens: Yes. Seemed like a good fit. Dr. Meyers: Why's that? Dr. Stevens: She's brilliant. Great with physics, which happened to be what we needed. Dr. Meyers: Did you run a background check? Dr. Stevens: Mhm. We found nothing. Literally nothing. No background. Dr. Meyers: And you hired her anyway? Dr. Stevens: I just… didn't think anything of it. Seemed normal for some reason. Dr. Meyers: Hm. Well, that's all I need from you. [END LOG, 10:35] Interview 6441-04: Interviewed: SCP-6441 Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 11:31 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Dr. Webber. How are you? SCP-6441: I dunno. How'd you be if you found out you were a frog? Dr. Meyers: I'm sorry. This won't take long. SCP-6441: I- [sigh] great. Dr. Meyers: Before yesterday, were you aware of… your species? SCP-6441: No, I just said I wasn't. Dr. Meyers: You didn't think anything of your odd behaviors? SCP-6441: Odd behaviors? Like what? Dr. Meyers: Eating insects, absorbing water… SCP-6441: That's normal. Dr. Meyers: That's not normal at all. SCP-6441: Oh… shoot. Dr. Meyers: Moving on, what's the earliest thing you can remember? SCP-6441: Uh, being alone, I think. I had… siblings. Something happened to them. I think, uh… [A pause. SCP-6441 squints.] SCP-6441: Some kids… did something…? I dunno. It's kinda fuzzy. Dr. Meyers: What happened after that? SCP-6441: Um… a woman said something, and… I could think. Dr. Meyers: Could you not think before that? [SCP-6441 shakes its head.] SCP-6441: I didn't really have any thoughts before that. Dr. Meyers: When did you enter human society? SCP-6441: Pretty soon after. I was in grad school. Dr. Meyers: What about your lack of a background? SCP-6441: I dunno. I didn't really think anything of it. [A pause.] SCP-6441: I don't get it. How didn't I notice? Why didn't I notice? Dr. Meyers: Well, we think it's some sort of memetic- SCP-6441: No, I mean, if I knew, I could've done more. My time… must be running out. Dr. Meyers: How would you have known? SCP-6441: I don't know. Whatever- whoever did this, she could've made it so I knew. I could actually do something to help if… [SCP-6441 sighs.] SCP-6441: I just… don't know how to deal with this. It's a lot, really. Dr. Meyers: I'm… sorry. [END LOG, 10:41] Addendum 6441-02: On 04/23/2022, SCP-6441 submitted the following note to Dr. Meyers. I think I get it now. She just wanted me to have a good life. Shortly after, SCP-6441 was cleared to continue its work as a researcher. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6441" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6441. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6442 | thaumiel | Item#: 6442 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Section of Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED] SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the anomaly's role in preventative containment efforts and maintaining Foundation secrecy, the protection of SCP-6442 is to be ensured via any means necessary. Access to Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED] is granted solely by the SCP Foundation's Counter-Intelligence Agency. In efforts to conceal the geographical location of the facility, personnel assigned to the site are to not have access to geopositioning tools, and Class-B amnestics are to be administered upon arrival. Personnel on-site are neither expected nor encouraged to familiarize themselves with the layout of the facility due to the possibility of compromising containment, save for designated emergency zones and to perform necessary maintenance of the site. Any unauthorized attempt to exit or gain access to the facility will be met with immediate detainment, and the offender will be subsequently amnesticized, demoted, and/or terminated. Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED]'s exterior is guarded by a collection of Foundation-made automatons specializing in covert anti-infiltration tactics. In line with general concealment protocols, the automatons are designed to covertly terminate infiltrators, silently destroy hostile aircraft, and conduct thaumaturgic counterspells against anomalous weaponry. SCP-6442 itself is located within one of sixteen identical spherical containment chambers, located at least fifty meters apart and connected through maze-like narrow structures designed to obfuscate navigation. Each chamber is entirely featureless and has a single entrance, possessing no distinguishing marks that could differentiate it from other chambers. The exact location of SCP-6442 is not to be known by any personnel in the Foundation. The interior of each containment chamber houses a sphere of tungsten alloy containing either SCP-6442 or a near-identical (but non-anomalous) replica inside. Each sphere is suspended in the center of the corresponding containment chamber to ensure access requires significant coordination and effort to achieve. Furthermore, the interior of the containment facility is to contain multiple layers of protection against individuals attempting to neutralize and/or retrieve SCP-6442 via force. Current measures taken include, but are not limited to: Anti-Nuclear and Eigenweapon Defense Protocols Aerosolized Class-I amnestics throughout each chamber. Six Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA's) per chamber to prevent ontological attacks from harming SCP-6442. A Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS) per chamber to prevent temporal manipulation. Thirty-six Experimental Randall/Yossarian Akiva Nullifiers (ERYAN's) per chamber to prevent and discourage divine intervention. One set of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara") construction tanks per chamber, in the event the above procedures are insufficient, or on-site security is overwhelmed by hostile forces. In the unlikely event that extraction of SCP-6442 is necessary for an unforeseeable reason, all decoys are to be extracted from the facility alongside SCP-6442. Once a solution is provided to the problem, SCP-6442 is to be returned to one of the sixteen chambers at random. Should the United Nation's Global Occult Coalition be successful in retrieving SCP-6442, all attempts are to be made to neutralize the object, to prevent the organization from developing hypothetical inoculation.1 As all of SCP-6442's training data and construction materials have been incinerated to prevent reverse-engineering, the protection of the object is considered a high priority. Due to tensions within the wider anomalous community, and deescalation meetings performing poorly, the above Special Containment Procedures are to be continued indefinitely. The procedures must be re-approved or updated at least once per three months by the Counter-Intelligence Agency, as per order of the O5 Council. This document has been altered to exclude an undetermined portion of the full containment procedures for security concerns. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6442 refers to an inscription created by the SCP Foundation Counter-Intelligence Agency and Memetics Division. SCP-6442 is engraved within a sphere constructed with a classified carbon-fiber based elastomer. Upon perceiving at least 73% of the inscription, exposed subjects experience a complete cessation of all neurological functions instantaneously — this effect occurs in any sentient being, including non-organic lifeforms. To date, it is the most potent cognitohazard produced by the organization; it is estimated it would require a Cognitive Resistance Value of 742 or higher to survive.2 As a result, inoculation is considered unfeasible or potentially impossible. Since its creation and containment in 2023, SCP-6442 has successfully neutralized at least eight thousand omniscient entities, at least two thousand of which were employed by the Global Occult Coalition. Footnotes 1. Memetic inoculation against SCP-6442 would place the SCP Foundation at a severe disadvantage in terms of espionage and covert warfare. 2. Note: The CRV Scale is logarithmic. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6442" by Dr Shoulder and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6442. Licensed under CC-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-6443 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a canine containment unit. All assigned personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test.1 Assigned personnel must feed and give water to all instances of SCP-6443 twice a day, bathe them once a week, and spend a total of 120 minutes or more engaging in enriching and physically enriching "play" every day. Personnel assigned to these duties are to be given devices that will play an audio file containing a voice speaking the sentence “Remember to feed SCP-6443” every ten minutes, with the message varying depending on the personnel’s assigned duty. These devices are not to be removed from the personnel’s possession and may only be powered off by senior staff once the assigned task has been successfully completed. The devices will automatically turn back on at the beginning of the personnel’s shift and at other periods when they need to provide care again. All personnel must indicate the date and time they fulfilled their duty on the care record attached to this file. Automated feeders were suggested, but rejected by the head researcher Dr. Merkel on the grounds that SCP-6443 instances would benefit from the human interaction provided by manual feeding from the researchers. Should instances of SCP-6443 exhibit signs of dehydration or malnourishment, all available personnel are to provide food and water immediately. No personnel are to exit the facility until this task has been carried out. Description: SCP-6443 instances are quadrupedal species bearing resemblance to the Canis lupus dingo, commonly referred to as dingos. All known instances of SCP-6443 have dark brown and black speckled fur covering their backside and tail, with white fur over their stomachs. All instances of SCP-6443 display antimemetic2 properties causing their caretakers to forget to take care of them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Currently, 13 instances of SCP-6443 have been contained. Their antimemetic properties do not affect their visibility to the human eye or knowledge of their existence; these properties only affect actions taken to care for them. Addendum 1: Discovery Log On 11/12/2016, the Foundation was alerted by field agents stationed in Adelaide, Australia of a previously undiscovered species of canine which was dying in mass upon being domesticated. Pereginus Animals, a company known for the trade of exotic animals, had discovered SCP-6443 instances in the wilderness. The group killed the parents and captured all other instances of SCP-6443. Documents procured from a nearby office of Pereginus Animals detail that the company had focused on capturing every instance of SCP-6443 they could find to avoid other similar companies taking the opportunity. SCP-6443 was stated to be an extraordinarily rare find due to the rarity of new species of canine being discovered in recent time as well as the rarity of canine species native to Australia. Many breeding companies and collectors had already shown interest in buying instances of SCP-6443, and many of these requests had been fulfilled at the time of Foundation discovery. No indication that the company understood the antimemetic effects of SCP-6443 or the species' anomalous nature has been found. Foundation agents tasked with containing instances of SCP-6443 tracked their location using documents procured from the Pereginus Animals company. SCP-6443 instances were found within multiple buildings owned by the company and within the homes of wealthy citizens. A collective 139 instances of SCP-6443 were found, 126 of which were deceased, to the distress of many families and individuals. Foundation personnel removed all instances of SCP-6443 and delivered them to Site-124 for containment. All individuals with knowledge of SCP-6443 were amnesticized and all documentation of SCP-6443 was destroyed, with all financial transactions being reversed. Addendum 2: Incident Report 11/13/2016 As of 8:00 PM on 11/13/2016, all research staff assigned to SCP-6443 failed to fulfill their duties to care for SCP-6443. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted with Junior Researcher McMannus, one of many Junior Researchers assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Junior Researcher McMannus Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 08:13 PM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. McMannus: Jack McMannus, assigned to SCP-6443. What did you need? Dr. Benside: Please allow me to ask the questions, McMannus. McMannus: Sorry, sir, but I’m here past the end of my shift. I was supposed to leave at eight. Dr. Benside: Are you new here? McMannus: Yep, SCP-6443 is my first assignment. Dr. Benside: I see. You will soon learn to speak in a more professional manner when involved in an interview with senior staff. Staying a bit late after your shift will likely be one of the easiest annoyances you will need to deal with. Onto the topic at hand - you are currently assigned to providing SCP-6443 with food, correct? McMannus: Um, sorry. Yes, that’s correct. Dr. Benside: And despite this, SCP-6443 has not been fed once today. Why is that? McMannus: Well, pretty much all day, I’ve been going to give SCP-6443 their food, but every time I go to do it, I always find myself doing something else, and here we are. Dr. Benside: I see. Looking at the disciplinary logs, it seems you’ve received multiple warnings for failure to fulfill your duty, and despite this, you have still not completed the task. McMannus: That is correct. Dr. Benside: You don’t seem concerned. Were you planning to leave today still having not fed SCP-6443? McMannus: Oh God, you’re right, I completely forgot I still have to do it! I’ll take care of that once we’re done with our interview. Dr. Benside: Understood. Please understand that failing to complete your assigned duty will cause a disciplinary infraction to be added to your personnel file. McMannus: U-understood. <End Log> Closing Statement: Junior Researcher McMannus left the office soon after the interview was conducted. SCP-6443 was not fed, and McMannus has been likewise disciplined and removed from their assignment to SCP-6443. Addendum 3: Incident Report 11/14/2016 As of 6:00 AM on 11/14/2016, of the thirteen living instances of SCP-6443, seven were found deceased due to malnutrition. The remaining six are malnourished and near death, as well as in an extreme state of distress. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel, a senior researcher assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.02 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 09:00 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: Oliver Merkel, researcher with level 4 clearance. I am currently assigned to the research and caretaking of SCP-6443 due to my animal aptitude test score of 10.0 and my experience with canines. Dr. Benside: What exactly happened here, Dr. Merkel? [Dr. Merkel appears visibly dejected] Dr. Merkel: I’m not exactly sure. I have been granted a large number of staff to study and take care of SCP-6443, including multiple junior researchers. Each staff member was assigned to particular duties relating to SCP-6443, but not a single one has been done. Few of my staff had a notable record of disciplinary actions before they were assigned to SCP-6443, and none of them seem particularly lazy, and yet, I consistently found them doing something besides their assignment throughout the day yesterday. Dr. Benside: Hence the disciplinary action report? Dr. Merkel: Yes! Every single person working on SCP-6443 was eventually dismissed from duty for the day. At one point, I took it upon myself to take care of SCP-6443, but before I knew it, my shift was over, and I needed to get home to get ready to go see my son’s basketball game. I didn’t realize that the instances of SCP-6443 hadn’t been given any care all day until today. They haven’t been taken care of at all since we contained them! Dr. Benside: And have the remaining instances been taken care of today? Dr. Merkel: Oh, shit! [Dr. Merkel runs out of the room.] <End Log> Addendum 4: Email to Site-124 Director from Junior Researcher Calvin From: Junior Research Calvin To: vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC#vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC Sent: 1:12 PM, 11/14/2016 Subject: Dr. Merkel Concerns Hello, This is Junior Researcher Calvin, currently assigned to research on SCP-██████. For the past three hours, Dr. Merkel, assigned to SCP-6443, has been continuously running back and forth between the lounge and SCP-6443’s containment cell while panicking. I attempted to stop him to see what is wrong, but he refused to listen to me, saying he needed to take care of SCP-6443 immediately. I don’t understand what is going on, but this behavior is very concerning. Thank you, Junior Researcher Calvin Site-124 Addendum 5: Incident Report 11/16/2016 As of 7:00 AM on 11/16/2016, of the six remaining instances of SCP-6443, four were found deceased due to malnutrition. The position of the corpses seems to imply that they were engaging in close contact before death, possibly for comfort. The two living instances were seen lying in front of Dr. Merkel, facing him and whimpering. Both showed signs of extreme malnutrition. Dr. Merkel was asked to leave to conduct an interview regarding the incident. The remaining instances of SCP-6443 whined loudly as Dr. Merkel closed the door to their containment chamber. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 07:30 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: D-Dr. M-Merkel, level 4 r-researcher. Dr. Benside: Please compose yourself, Dr. Merkel. [Dr. Merkel appears greatly distressed. His hair is unkempt, his uniform is wrinkled, there are large, dark bags beneath his eyes, and his hygiene is noticeably poor.] Dr. Merkel: I-I’m ok. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, as I understand you were assigned to SCP-6443. Please explain the events that led up to all but two instances of SCP-6443 being deceased. Dr. Merkel: P-please, doctor, I can’t. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, when is the last time you slept? [Dr. Merkel does not respond. His legs shake.] Dr. Benside: Doctor, this is very unprofessional behavior. Please answer the question. Dr. Merkel: S-sorry. Um, maybe, the thirteenth? Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, you’re saying you have not slept for two straight days? Dr. Merkel: I need to go f-feed SCP-6443. [Dr. Merkel rises from his seat and immediately collapses.] Dr. Merkel: S-SCP-6443, I have to f-feed the dogs, I have to, I have to, f-feed, feed my dogs! [Dr. Benside stands and walks to Dr. Merkel, squatting next to him. Dr. Merkel lays on his stomach and pulls himself towards the door while panting loudly. His body shakes.] [AUDIO CORRUPTED] <End Log> Addendum 6: Incident Report 11/16/2016-2 As of 9:00 AM on 11/16/2016, the two remaining instances of SCP-6443 were declared deceased due to malnutrition. All junior and senior staff assigned to SCP-6443 have been relocated with no disciplinary actions, except Dr. Merkel, who has voluntarily resigned from his position and been properly amnesticized. The object class of SCP-6443 has been updated to “Neutralized” to reflect the recent change. INTERVIEW LOG.03 AUDIO FILE RECOVERED. REVIEW RECOVERED AUDIO? AUDIO PLAYING Dr. Benside: How badly do you want to save those dogs? Dr. Merkel: W-what? Dr. Benside: Answer my question, Merkel. Dr. Merkel: …I can’t watch another one die, Dr. Benside. I can’t handle it. Dr. Benside: Are you prepared to save these dogs at all cost? Even if you have to leave your life behind? Dr. Merkel: …yes. I'll do anything. Dr. Benside: Please follow me, doctor. Item #: SCP-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a furnished canine containment unit. This containment unit includes a fenced-in outdoor area that the canines have constant access to. Dr. Merkel is to oversee the caretaking of SCP-6443, and his living quarters are to be directly connected to SCP-6443’s containment chamber to facilitate constant care and monitoring of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel may choose to request other personnel to aid in caring for SCP-6443. If needed, these personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test. Description: SCP-6443 is a species of canine with antimemetic properties causing their caretakers to forget to care for them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Mnestics3 have been used to successfully counteract this effect. The two remaining instances will be referred to as SCP-6443-1 and SCP-6443-2. Addendum 1: Incident Report 11/16/2016-3 Following the events outlined in Incident Report 11/16/2016, the remaining two instances of SCP-6443 were fed by Dr. Benside, a researcher assigned to the Antimemetics Division with training to resist antimemetic effects. They were then relocated to Site-41 for care by members of the Antimemetics Division. After being administered mnestics, Dr. Merkel, now assigned to the Antimemetics Division, has been able to effectively care for instances of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel’s primary and only duty will be to care for and report on the health of SCP-6443 until he reports that they are both restored to a sufficiently healthy state. Addendum 2: Log of Care for SCP-6443 (From Dr. Merkel) 11/16/2016 - Instances of SCP-6443 have been properly fed, bathed, and provided with a clean and well-furnished containment chamber. I took it upon myself to spend time with SCP-6443 to provide them comfort, however, I fell asleep soon after sitting down in their containment chamber. 11/17/2016 - I awoke in SCP-6443’s chamber to find both canines lying beside me. I chose to continue lying there so as to not disturb them. Within an hour, both instances awoke and walked around their containment chamber, sniffing the blankets, toys, and bowls. They are still getting used to the new living space. I then provided both of the canines with their breakfast. They did not eat at first, but once I sat down next to them, they slowly consumed their food. I am giving them three small meals a day rather than one or two large meals to help them adjust to a healthier diet than, well, being starved. Both canines frequently drank from their water bowl. They are looking better already, but this process will be slow. Neither seem to be afraid of me or otherwise adverse to my presence. 11/20/2016 - The instances of SCP-6443 no longer hesitate to eat their food, and they both appear to be properly nourished. In addition, they have begun to show signs of excitement and playfulness, occasionally wagging their tails and jogging around their containment chamber. Neither is running yet, but they are improving. I have named the female, SCP-6443-1, Paige and the male, SCP-6443-2, Teddy. 11/24/2016 - Paige and Teddy have shown great signs of improvement in health and energy. Both canines are now eating regularly, getting excited for meals, playing with their toys and each other, and frequently running around their containment chamber. With the use of training and treats, they have learned to go to the bathroom outside. I have taken them both on a walk outside of their containment chamber, with their leashes secured around my waist to prevent them from running. Both showed hesitation to walk any further than a few dozen feet from the door, and both reacted with fear when seeing other personnel. 11/28/2016 - I have taken Paige and Teddy on a walk outside of Site-41. They enjoyed the open air, frequently pulling on the leashes as they walked around the forested area. In addition, they have become comfortable with the other staff assigned to their care, and only show minor fear of other personnel. As of 11/28/2016, I believe I can comfortably declare both instances of SCP-6443 to be restored to a healthy condition. I will continue to monitor both regardless, but any immediate risk of death has been negated. Addendum 3: Video Log 11/29/2016 The following is a transcription from a video log recorded to confirm Dr. Merkel’s statement on SCP-6443’s health. Choice hours were included to help demonstrate the health of SCP-6443. <Begin Log> 0600: Dr. Merkel lays in his bed. The blankets are pulled up to his chest. SCP-6443-1, hereby referred to as “Paige,” lays on a dog bed nearby. SCP-6443-2, hereby referred to as “Teddy,” lays on Dr. Merkel’s bed with its back against Merkel’s side. 0630: Paige wakes up, scratches its head, and walks over to Dr. Merkel’s bed, wagging its tail while staring at the doctor. Teddy lifts its head and also wags its tail, making a thumping sound as it hits the bed. Dr. Merkel slowly opens his eyes as Paige licks his face. He smiles and quickly reaches to his nightstand, grabbing a pill bottle and swallowing a hexagon-shaped pill with a glass of water sitting by his bed. 0632: Dr. Merkel gets out of bed, quickly followed by Teddy, and he briefly pets both. The instances follow behind him as he walks to the canines’ food bowls, then fills them with a measuring cup, giving both a cup and a half of food, carefully measured. Neither canine eats anything until he adds a spoonful of peanut butter, mixed with vitamin powder. The doctor walks away as the canines eat, sitting at his desk and turning on his computer. 0645: The canines briefly use the bathroom, using a swinging dog door provided on the door leading to the fenced-in area. They return shortly after, both standing next to Dr. Merkel as he sits at his desk. Both stare at Dr. Merkel expectantly, wagging their tails. He reaches a hand down and pets both, typing with the other hand. Teddy whines, then lifts its paw up to the computer tower and presses the power button. Dr. Merkel stares in disbelief as the computer powers off, then laughs, further exciting the canines. 0650: Dr. Merkel stands outside in the fenced-in area, throwing a frisbee for Paige and Teddy. The canines both eagerly chase after it every time, attempting to grab it before the other. Dr. Merkel pretends to throw it multiple times, with the canines never falling for the trick. After pretending to throw the frisbee for the fifth time, Teddy jumps into the air and grabs the frisbee, running around the fenced-in area as Dr. Merkel chases him. 0803: Dr. Merkel sits on his couch, playing a podcast out loud from his phone on the coffee table. Paige lays with its paws on Dr. Merkel’s lap, licking Dr. Merkel’s cheek as the doctor cranes his neck in the opposite direction. Paige eventually lays its head on his lap, after which Merkel begins to pet it. Immediately, Paige’s tail starts wagging, and she starts licking Dr. Merkel’s face once again. Dr. Merkel laughs, tilting his head away as Teddy jumps on the couch and begins to lick Dr. Merkel as well, overwhelming the doctor as he chuckles, petting both at the same time. 0931: Dr. Merkel re-enters the containment chamber after briefly leaving to use the bathroom. Upon the sound of the door opening, both canines jump up and run to it, wagging their tails. He quickly closes the door behind him as both instances jump on him. Dr. Merkel laughs, kneeling down and petting the canines as they lick his face. 1014: Dr. Merkel sits in his bed, his back upright against the headrest. Paige lays at the foot of the bed while Teddy lays with his back to Dr. Merkel. Dr. Merkel quietly pets Teddy as he reads. Dr. Merkel’s statement on the stable health of SCP-6443 has been approved. Dr. Merkel will continue to monitor and care for SCP-6443 as his primary duty, and will now also be assigned to other additional duties. Addendum 4: Incident Report 03/25/2018 As of 3:00 PM on 03/25/2018, the remaining instances of SCP-6443 were found to have mated and produced ten offspring. The offspring have been determined to possess the same antimemetic properties of SCP-6443. Multiple new personnel are to be assigned to care for the new instances of SCP-6443. Footnotes 1. A test to determine how suited a member of SCP Foundation staff is to working with animal-based SCPs. 2. Antimemetic is a term used to refer to an effect that causes an individual to experience some form of anomalous memory loss or forgetfulness. 3. A medication used to counter antimemetic effects ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6443" by ShaunSaxum444, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6443. Licensed under CC-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-6443 | safe | Item #: SCP-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a canine containment unit. All assigned personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test.1 Assigned personnel must feed and give water to all instances of SCP-6443 twice a day, bathe them once a week, and spend a total of 120 minutes or more engaging in enriching and physically enriching "play" every day. Personnel assigned to these duties are to be given devices that will play an audio file containing a voice speaking the sentence “Remember to feed SCP-6443” every ten minutes, with the message varying depending on the personnel’s assigned duty. These devices are not to be removed from the personnel’s possession and may only be powered off by senior staff once the assigned task has been successfully completed. The devices will automatically turn back on at the beginning of the personnel’s shift and at other periods when they need to provide care again. All personnel must indicate the date and time they fulfilled their duty on the care record attached to this file. Automated feeders were suggested, but rejected by the head researcher Dr. Merkel on the grounds that SCP-6443 instances would benefit from the human interaction provided by manual feeding from the researchers. Should instances of SCP-6443 exhibit signs of dehydration or malnourishment, all available personnel are to provide food and water immediately. No personnel are to exit the facility until this task has been carried out. Description: SCP-6443 instances are quadrupedal species bearing resemblance to the Canis lupus dingo, commonly referred to as dingos. All known instances of SCP-6443 have dark brown and black speckled fur covering their backside and tail, with white fur over their stomachs. All instances of SCP-6443 display antimemetic2 properties causing their caretakers to forget to take care of them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Currently, 13 instances of SCP-6443 have been contained. Their antimemetic properties do not affect their visibility to the human eye or knowledge of their existence; these properties only affect actions taken to care for them. Addendum 1: Discovery Log On 11/12/2016, the Foundation was alerted by field agents stationed in Adelaide, Australia of a previously undiscovered species of canine which was dying in mass upon being domesticated. Pereginus Animals, a company known for the trade of exotic animals, had discovered SCP-6443 instances in the wilderness. The group killed the parents and captured all other instances of SCP-6443. Documents procured from a nearby office of Pereginus Animals detail that the company had focused on capturing every instance of SCP-6443 they could find to avoid other similar companies taking the opportunity. SCP-6443 was stated to be an extraordinarily rare find due to the rarity of new species of canine being discovered in recent time as well as the rarity of canine species native to Australia. Many breeding companies and collectors had already shown interest in buying instances of SCP-6443, and many of these requests had been fulfilled at the time of Foundation discovery. No indication that the company understood the antimemetic effects of SCP-6443 or the species' anomalous nature has been found. Foundation agents tasked with containing instances of SCP-6443 tracked their location using documents procured from the Pereginus Animals company. SCP-6443 instances were found within multiple buildings owned by the company and within the homes of wealthy citizens. A collective 139 instances of SCP-6443 were found, 126 of which were deceased, to the distress of many families and individuals. Foundation personnel removed all instances of SCP-6443 and delivered them to Site-124 for containment. All individuals with knowledge of SCP-6443 were amnesticized and all documentation of SCP-6443 was destroyed, with all financial transactions being reversed. Addendum 2: Incident Report 11/13/2016 As of 8:00 PM on 11/13/2016, all research staff assigned to SCP-6443 failed to fulfill their duties to care for SCP-6443. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted with Junior Researcher McMannus, one of many Junior Researchers assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Junior Researcher McMannus Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 08:13 PM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. McMannus: Jack McMannus, assigned to SCP-6443. What did you need? Dr. Benside: Please allow me to ask the questions, McMannus. McMannus: Sorry, sir, but I’m here past the end of my shift. I was supposed to leave at eight. Dr. Benside: Are you new here? McMannus: Yep, SCP-6443 is my first assignment. Dr. Benside: I see. You will soon learn to speak in a more professional manner when involved in an interview with senior staff. Staying a bit late after your shift will likely be one of the easiest annoyances you will need to deal with. Onto the topic at hand - you are currently assigned to providing SCP-6443 with food, correct? McMannus: Um, sorry. Yes, that’s correct. Dr. Benside: And despite this, SCP-6443 has not been fed once today. Why is that? McMannus: Well, pretty much all day, I’ve been going to give SCP-6443 their food, but every time I go to do it, I always find myself doing something else, and here we are. Dr. Benside: I see. Looking at the disciplinary logs, it seems you’ve received multiple warnings for failure to fulfill your duty, and despite this, you have still not completed the task. McMannus: That is correct. Dr. Benside: You don’t seem concerned. Were you planning to leave today still having not fed SCP-6443? McMannus: Oh God, you’re right, I completely forgot I still have to do it! I’ll take care of that once we’re done with our interview. Dr. Benside: Understood. Please understand that failing to complete your assigned duty will cause a disciplinary infraction to be added to your personnel file. McMannus: U-understood. <End Log> Closing Statement: Junior Researcher McMannus left the office soon after the interview was conducted. SCP-6443 was not fed, and McMannus has been likewise disciplined and removed from their assignment to SCP-6443. Addendum 3: Incident Report 11/14/2016 As of 6:00 AM on 11/14/2016, of the thirteen living instances of SCP-6443, seven were found deceased due to malnutrition. The remaining six are malnourished and near death, as well as in an extreme state of distress. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel, a senior researcher assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.02 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 09:00 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: Oliver Merkel, researcher with level 4 clearance. I am currently assigned to the research and caretaking of SCP-6443 due to my animal aptitude test score of 10.0 and my experience with canines. Dr. Benside: What exactly happened here, Dr. Merkel? [Dr. Merkel appears visibly dejected] Dr. Merkel: I’m not exactly sure. I have been granted a large number of staff to study and take care of SCP-6443, including multiple junior researchers. Each staff member was assigned to particular duties relating to SCP-6443, but not a single one has been done. Few of my staff had a notable record of disciplinary actions before they were assigned to SCP-6443, and none of them seem particularly lazy, and yet, I consistently found them doing something besides their assignment throughout the day yesterday. Dr. Benside: Hence the disciplinary action report? Dr. Merkel: Yes! Every single person working on SCP-6443 was eventually dismissed from duty for the day. At one point, I took it upon myself to take care of SCP-6443, but before I knew it, my shift was over, and I needed to get home to get ready to go see my son’s basketball game. I didn’t realize that the instances of SCP-6443 hadn’t been given any care all day until today. They haven’t been taken care of at all since we contained them! Dr. Benside: And have the remaining instances been taken care of today? Dr. Merkel: Oh, shit! [Dr. Merkel runs out of the room.] <End Log> Addendum 4: Email to Site-124 Director from Junior Researcher Calvin From: Junior Research Calvin To: vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC#vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC Sent: 1:12 PM, 11/14/2016 Subject: Dr. Merkel Concerns Hello, This is Junior Researcher Calvin, currently assigned to research on SCP-██████. For the past three hours, Dr. Merkel, assigned to SCP-6443, has been continuously running back and forth between the lounge and SCP-6443’s containment cell while panicking. I attempted to stop him to see what is wrong, but he refused to listen to me, saying he needed to take care of SCP-6443 immediately. I don’t understand what is going on, but this behavior is very concerning. Thank you, Junior Researcher Calvin Site-124 Addendum 5: Incident Report 11/16/2016 As of 7:00 AM on 11/16/2016, of the six remaining instances of SCP-6443, four were found deceased due to malnutrition. The position of the corpses seems to imply that they were engaging in close contact before death, possibly for comfort. The two living instances were seen lying in front of Dr. Merkel, facing him and whimpering. Both showed signs of extreme malnutrition. Dr. Merkel was asked to leave to conduct an interview regarding the incident. The remaining instances of SCP-6443 whined loudly as Dr. Merkel closed the door to their containment chamber. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 07:30 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: D-Dr. M-Merkel, level 4 r-researcher. Dr. Benside: Please compose yourself, Dr. Merkel. [Dr. Merkel appears greatly distressed. His hair is unkempt, his uniform is wrinkled, there are large, dark bags beneath his eyes, and his hygiene is noticeably poor.] Dr. Merkel: I-I’m ok. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, as I understand you were assigned to SCP-6443. Please explain the events that led up to all but two instances of SCP-6443 being deceased. Dr. Merkel: P-please, doctor, I can’t. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, when is the last time you slept? [Dr. Merkel does not respond. His legs shake.] Dr. Benside: Doctor, this is very unprofessional behavior. Please answer the question. Dr. Merkel: S-sorry. Um, maybe, the thirteenth? Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, you’re saying you have not slept for two straight days? Dr. Merkel: I need to go f-feed SCP-6443. [Dr. Merkel rises from his seat and immediately collapses.] Dr. Merkel: S-SCP-6443, I have to f-feed the dogs, I have to, I have to, f-feed, feed my dogs! [Dr. Benside stands and walks to Dr. Merkel, squatting next to him. Dr. Merkel lays on his stomach and pulls himself towards the door while panting loudly. His body shakes.] [AUDIO CORRUPTED] <End Log> Addendum 6: Incident Report 11/16/2016-2 As of 9:00 AM on 11/16/2016, the two remaining instances of SCP-6443 were declared deceased due to malnutrition. All junior and senior staff assigned to SCP-6443 have been relocated with no disciplinary actions, except Dr. Merkel, who has voluntarily resigned from his position and been properly amnesticized. The object class of SCP-6443 has been updated to “Neutralized” to reflect the recent change. INTERVIEW LOG.03 AUDIO FILE RECOVERED. REVIEW RECOVERED AUDIO? AUDIO PLAYING Dr. Benside: How badly do you want to save those dogs? Dr. Merkel: W-what? Dr. Benside: Answer my question, Merkel. Dr. Merkel: …I can’t watch another one die, Dr. Benside. I can’t handle it. Dr. Benside: Are you prepared to save these dogs at all cost? Even if you have to leave your life behind? Dr. Merkel: …yes. I'll do anything. Dr. Benside: Please follow me, doctor. Item #: SCP-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a furnished canine containment unit. This containment unit includes a fenced-in outdoor area that the canines have constant access to. Dr. Merkel is to oversee the caretaking of SCP-6443, and his living quarters are to be directly connected to SCP-6443’s containment chamber to facilitate constant care and monitoring of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel may choose to request other personnel to aid in caring for SCP-6443. If needed, these personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test. Description: SCP-6443 is a species of canine with antimemetic properties causing their caretakers to forget to care for them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Mnestics3 have been used to successfully counteract this effect. The two remaining instances will be referred to as SCP-6443-1 and SCP-6443-2. Addendum 1: Incident Report 11/16/2016-3 Following the events outlined in Incident Report 11/16/2016, the remaining two instances of SCP-6443 were fed by Dr. Benside, a researcher assigned to the Antimemetics Division with training to resist antimemetic effects. They were then relocated to Site-41 for care by members of the Antimemetics Division. After being administered mnestics, Dr. Merkel, now assigned to the Antimemetics Division, has been able to effectively care for instances of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel’s primary and only duty will be to care for and report on the health of SCP-6443 until he reports that they are both restored to a sufficiently healthy state. Addendum 2: Log of Care for SCP-6443 (From Dr. Merkel) 11/16/2016 - Instances of SCP-6443 have been properly fed, bathed, and provided with a clean and well-furnished containment chamber. I took it upon myself to spend time with SCP-6443 to provide them comfort, however, I fell asleep soon after sitting down in their containment chamber. 11/17/2016 - I awoke in SCP-6443’s chamber to find both canines lying beside me. I chose to continue lying there so as to not disturb them. Within an hour, both instances awoke and walked around their containment chamber, sniffing the blankets, toys, and bowls. They are still getting used to the new living space. I then provided both of the canines with their breakfast. They did not eat at first, but once I sat down next to them, they slowly consumed their food. I am giving them three small meals a day rather than one or two large meals to help them adjust to a healthier diet than, well, being starved. Both canines frequently drank from their water bowl. They are looking better already, but this process will be slow. Neither seem to be afraid of me or otherwise adverse to my presence. 11/20/2016 - The instances of SCP-6443 no longer hesitate to eat their food, and they both appear to be properly nourished. In addition, they have begun to show signs of excitement and playfulness, occasionally wagging their tails and jogging around their containment chamber. Neither is running yet, but they are improving. I have named the female, SCP-6443-1, Paige and the male, SCP-6443-2, Teddy. 11/24/2016 - Paige and Teddy have shown great signs of improvement in health and energy. Both canines are now eating regularly, getting excited for meals, playing with their toys and each other, and frequently running around their containment chamber. With the use of training and treats, they have learned to go to the bathroom outside. I have taken them both on a walk outside of their containment chamber, with their leashes secured around my waist to prevent them from running. Both showed hesitation to walk any further than a few dozen feet from the door, and both reacted with fear when seeing other personnel. 11/28/2016 - I have taken Paige and Teddy on a walk outside of Site-41. They enjoyed the open air, frequently pulling on the leashes as they walked around the forested area. In addition, they have become comfortable with the other staff assigned to their care, and only show minor fear of other personnel. As of 11/28/2016, I believe I can comfortably declare both instances of SCP-6443 to be restored to a healthy condition. I will continue to monitor both regardless, but any immediate risk of death has been negated. Addendum 3: Video Log 11/29/2016 The following is a transcription from a video log recorded to confirm Dr. Merkel’s statement on SCP-6443’s health. Choice hours were included to help demonstrate the health of SCP-6443. <Begin Log> 0600: Dr. Merkel lays in his bed. The blankets are pulled up to his chest. SCP-6443-1, hereby referred to as “Paige,” lays on a dog bed nearby. SCP-6443-2, hereby referred to as “Teddy,” lays on Dr. Merkel’s bed with its back against Merkel’s side. 0630: Paige wakes up, scratches its head, and walks over to Dr. Merkel’s bed, wagging its tail while staring at the doctor. Teddy lifts its head and also wags its tail, making a thumping sound as it hits the bed. Dr. Merkel slowly opens his eyes as Paige licks his face. He smiles and quickly reaches to his nightstand, grabbing a pill bottle and swallowing a hexagon-shaped pill with a glass of water sitting by his bed. 0632: Dr. Merkel gets out of bed, quickly followed by Teddy, and he briefly pets both. The instances follow behind him as he walks to the canines’ food bowls, then fills them with a measuring cup, giving both a cup and a half of food, carefully measured. Neither canine eats anything until he adds a spoonful of peanut butter, mixed with vitamin powder. The doctor walks away as the canines eat, sitting at his desk and turning on his computer. 0645: The canines briefly use the bathroom, using a swinging dog door provided on the door leading to the fenced-in area. They return shortly after, both standing next to Dr. Merkel as he sits at his desk. Both stare at Dr. Merkel expectantly, wagging their tails. He reaches a hand down and pets both, typing with the other hand. Teddy whines, then lifts its paw up to the computer tower and presses the power button. Dr. Merkel stares in disbelief as the computer powers off, then laughs, further exciting the canines. 0650: Dr. Merkel stands outside in the fenced-in area, throwing a frisbee for Paige and Teddy. The canines both eagerly chase after it every time, attempting to grab it before the other. Dr. Merkel pretends to throw it multiple times, with the canines never falling for the trick. After pretending to throw the frisbee for the fifth time, Teddy jumps into the air and grabs the frisbee, running around the fenced-in area as Dr. Merkel chases him. 0803: Dr. Merkel sits on his couch, playing a podcast out loud from his phone on the coffee table. Paige lays with its paws on Dr. Merkel’s lap, licking Dr. Merkel’s cheek as the doctor cranes his neck in the opposite direction. Paige eventually lays its head on his lap, after which Merkel begins to pet it. Immediately, Paige’s tail starts wagging, and she starts licking Dr. Merkel’s face once again. Dr. Merkel laughs, tilting his head away as Teddy jumps on the couch and begins to lick Dr. Merkel as well, overwhelming the doctor as he chuckles, petting both at the same time. 0931: Dr. Merkel re-enters the containment chamber after briefly leaving to use the bathroom. Upon the sound of the door opening, both canines jump up and run to it, wagging their tails. He quickly closes the door behind him as both instances jump on him. Dr. Merkel laughs, kneeling down and petting the canines as they lick his face. 1014: Dr. Merkel sits in his bed, his back upright against the headrest. Paige lays at the foot of the bed while Teddy lays with his back to Dr. Merkel. Dr. Merkel quietly pets Teddy as he reads. Dr. Merkel’s statement on the stable health of SCP-6443 has been approved. Dr. Merkel will continue to monitor and care for SCP-6443 as his primary duty, and will now also be assigned to other additional duties. Addendum 4: Incident Report 03/25/2018 As of 3:00 PM on 03/25/2018, the remaining instances of SCP-6443 were found to have mated and produced ten offspring. The offspring have been determined to possess the same antimemetic properties of SCP-6443. Multiple new personnel are to be assigned to care for the new instances of SCP-6443. Footnotes 1. A test to determine how suited a member of SCP Foundation staff is to working with animal-based SCPs. 2. Antimemetic is a term used to refer to an effect that causes an individual to experience some form of anomalous memory loss or forgetfulness. 3. A medication used to counter antimemetic effects ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6443" by ShaunSaxum444, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6443. Licensed under CC-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-6444 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains death and themes of loss. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6444 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A view of SCP-6444 from the upstairs bedroom of Researcher Merrick's residence. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6444 is thus far unknown to residents, evacuation of Culwick Avenue has been deemed unnecessary. MTF Upsilon-13 has been placed in charge of determining PoI-6444-01's whereabouts. SCP-6444-A is to remain in a medium-value containment locker at Site-166. Description: SCP-6444 is a phenomenon periodically affecting Culwick Avenue, located in the town of Culwick, Florida, United States. SCP-6444 manifests as a thunderstorm, completely covering the sky above the street. SCP-6444 has no clear pattern of manifestation, save for the fact that SCP-6444 has, to-date, never occurred on a day where Culwick Elementary School1 is in session. SCP-6444 is entirely localized to Culwick Avenue, with the boundaries of the storm terminating where Culwick Avenue merges with Over The Rainbow Boulevard to the west and Palm Street to the east. SCP-6444 manifestations dissipate upon the beginning of the next calendar day. The sound of SCP-6444's rainfall produces a cognitohazardous effect, resulting in feelings of disappointment and ennui in those who hear it. This effect is limited to individuals located within a residence on the street; individuals located outside will not experience any unusual effects. These effects subside after an average of 20 minutes, being replaced with feelings of ambition and sociability. This typically results in subjects seeking out other individuals to spend time with for the duration of the storm, often participating in projects and playing indoor games. The first SCP-6444 manifestation took place on October 8, 1995. SCP-6444 was reported as a potential anomaly shortly after by Foundation researcher Styx Merrick, a resident of Culwick Avenue, after xe noted several similar thunderstorms not corresponding to expected weather patterns in a short amount of time. Investigation followed, and containment procedures were drafted. Addendum 6444.1: Interview Logs Interviewer: Styx Merrick, researcher, Site-166 Interviewee: David Reese, civilian Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 11/30/1995. Reese has been a resident of Culwick Avenue for 18 years. The interview was conducted to get a resident's perspective on SCP-6444. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Merrick: Thank you for sitting down to talk with me today. Reese: Ah, don't worry about it, Stick. It's always good to talk to you. Researcher Merrick: I just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding the weather on Culwick Avenue. Reese: Ah, yes, the weather in Culwick is wonderful. I moved here from Miami quite a while ago. Lovely city, but I hate the hurricanes. Researcher Merrick: Yes, I am aware. Have you ever noticed how frequent the storms are here? Reese: Ah, well, you know what they say, 'never trust a sunny day in Florida.' [Reese proceeds to laugh at his statement for several seconds.] Researcher Merrick: Indeed. Have you ever noticed anything odd regarding the storms? Reese: I can't say I have. My kids do always want to hang out with me on rainy days. I guess being stuck inside really does that to you, huh? Researcher Merrick: I suppose it does. Reese: I think the weather here is perfect. I just love hearing all the stories. Researcher Merrick: Would you care to elaborate on what you mean by that? Reese: I know you're doing this interview for your documentary2, Stick, but you don't have to act all formal with me. Researcher Merrick: I apologize. Reese: But yes, the stories. Maddy's always telling me about all the fun things she and her daughter get up to during the storms. Researcher Merrick: Interesting. Could you name a few examples of activities they do? Reese: You know, arts and crafts, video games, board games. Normal indoor activities. Researcher Merrick: Not surprising. Reese: Stick, you seem to be the only one I never hear about. Are you okay? I know you don't live with anyone, you must be so lonely, cooped up in there all the time. Researcher Merrick: I assure you, Dave, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need to worry about me. Reese: Alright, well if you ever need anyone to hang out with, my door is always open. Researcher Merrick: I'll keep that in mind. Reese: Oh, that reminds me. Me and John are having a barbecue on Sunday, if you'd like to come. [Six seconds of silence pass.] Researcher Merrick: Sure. I'd love to. [END LOG] Interviewer: Styx Merrick, researcher, Site-166 Interviewee: David Reese, civilian Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 12/02/1995. The interview was conducted to gain more information on SCP-6444's effects. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Merrick: Hi, Dave, thank you for talking with me today. Reese: Oh, don't worry about it, Stick. Anything to help with your documentary. By the way, can you give me a copy when you're finished? I'd love to see it. Researcher Merrick: I'll see what I can do. Reese: So, is there anything in particular you wanted to talk about? Researcher Merrick: Yes, I wanted to discuss the weather of Culwick a little more with you. What do you and your family do during storms? Reese: Ah, well. Once the rain starts to pick up and we know it's going to be a soggy day, me and John usually camp out in the living room. That is, if he's home. The kids always seem pretty bummed out when the rain starts. Researcher Merrick: Does anything else happen? Anything unusual? Reese: Nothing really unusual, I'd say. Usually after a while the kids come downstairs and hang out with us. It's always a good time with them. Researcher Merrick: I'm glad to hear that. Reese: You should come over sometime. I'm sure John would be happy to see you. Researcher Merrick: That sounds great. Reese: Yeah, let's make it happen. Researcher Merrick: Sure. Reese: That's what I like so much about rainy days. They give me a chance to spend time with Julia and Monty that I never got to have with… with Harrison. Researcher Merrick: I am incredibly sorry for what happened with Harrison. [Reese's breathing becomes heavy.] Reese: No, it's… I mean, you don't have to, to say that. It's not like you did anything. I just, I wish I could've been there. I wish there was a way I could've stopped it. Researcher Merrick: Dave, we all wish we could've helped. But there's nothing anyone could've done. Reese: No. if I had just gone with him, I could've seen the car coming. Researcher Merrick: You don't need to blame yourself for the actions of another person. Reese: But if I had only— Researcher Merrick: Dave, I want you to listen to me. There's nothing you could've done. What happened to Harrison was a tragedy. An awful, awful tragedy. But you did not cause it. You did not cause your son any harm. You don't need to blame yourself. Reese: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about this in your documentary. Researcher Merrick: Dave, forget about the documentary. I don't need to put this in. But I need you to tell me the truth when I ask you this. The first storm and Harrison's death line up perfectly. Did you have something to do with it? [Reese shifts in his seat. There is a look of surprise on his face.] Reese: I- yes. Yes, I made the storm. Don't tell anyone, okay? I just, I just wanted something that would let me spend more time with the kids. After the incident, none of them wanted to come out of their rooms. I had to do something. Researcher Merrick: How did you do it? Reese: I found a book. It told me about magic, that it was real, and how to do it. It was stuff I know I never would've believed in before, but in my desperation I gave it a try. And I created the storm. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, you know? It wore off at midnight and I got to spend time with my family. What could be wrong with that? [Reese pauses.] Reese: But I did it again. I knew I shouldn't have, but I just needed to spend more time with them. I started doing it more and more, and then somehow it started happening on its own. Luckily, the effect was limited to Culwick Avenue, and it was harmless enough that I wasn't putting anyone in danger. I figured it wasn't that bad. Was I wrong? I don't know anymore. [Eight seconds of silence pass.] Researcher Merrick: Dave. I need you to listen to me very carefully, and to not tell anyone else what I'm telling you right now. You cannot, under any circumstances, let anybody know about this. There are people out there who will do anything they need to to prevent knowledge of this from spreading. And that would include detaining you and separating you from your family. Do you understand? Reese: Yes, I understand. Researcher Merrick: I'm looking out for you, because you are my friend, and I know you have your best intentions at heart. I will keep this under control, but I need you to never let anyone know about this. Reese: I understand. Thank you. Thank you so much. [END LOG] Following the above interview, David Reese has been designated PoI-6444-01, due to his involvement in the creation of SCP-6444. PoI-6444-01 has been placed under surveillance by MTF Upsilon-13 ("All the King's Horses")3. The book referenced in the interview has been confiscated and designated SCP-6444-A. Addendum 6444.2: Related Documentation Note: The following requests were filed by Researcher Merrick and sent to Site-166 director of research Winston Dumont. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/04/1995 Request Details: I am requesting that David Reese be cleared of PoI designation and be released from surveillance. Reese has no innate anomalous characteristics and SCP-6444-A has been taken into custody at Site-166. For this reason I am requesting Reese be amnesticized and relieved of surveillance. Status: DENIED SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/06/1995 Request Details: I am requesting PoI-6444-01 be amnesticized and no longer studied. We have no more information to gain from him. Status: DENIED SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/08/1995 Request Details: I am requesting SCP-6444 be left alone. Research into SCP-6444 cannot provide any more useful information, and surveillance of Culwick Avenue is becoming costly. I am requesting research be discontinued until such time that a situation calls for more information to be gathered. Status: DENIED Note: The following request was filed by MTF Upsilon-13 commander Lucy Haphim and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/20/1996 Request Details: On 02/04/1996, a member of MTF Upsilon-13 was killed by a lightning strike during an SCP-6444 manifestation. On 02/11/1996, another member was severely injured during a manifestation after being struck by a falling tree. On 02/19/1996, two agents were struck by a surveillance vehicle due to poor visibility during a storm. It is the belief of MTF Upsilon-13 that SCP-6444 is targeting members of the task force, and as such I am requesting that PoI-6444-01 be placed into custody at Site-166 so as to limit Foundation contact with the street. Status: APPROVED Note: The following request was filed by Researcher Merrick and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/21/1996 Request Details: You've detained an innocent man and separated him from his family for no good reason. I am requesting you go fuck yourself. Status: INVALID REQUEST Note: The following request was filed by MTF Upsilon-13 commander Lucy Haphim and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/22/1996 Request Details: On 02/21/1996, PoI-6444-01 was discovered missing from his cell at Site-166. Security footage shows Researcher Styx Merrick breaking down the cell door with a makeshift explosive device. Investigation by MTF Upsilon-13 discovered the Reese residence to be completely vacated. Researcher Merrick and PoI-6444-01, as well as John, Julia, and Montgomery Reese are considered to be at large. Subjects possess vital knowledge of the Foundation and Site-166. Requesting MTF Upsilon-13 be sent to track down and detain the subjects by any means necessary. Status: APPROVED Footnotes 1. The only elementary school located within Culwick. 2. Interviews were conducted under the cover story of being part of a documentary about life in Culwick. 3. 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SCP-6446 | safe | Item#: SCP-6446 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6446 upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6446 is to be contained within a locked room at Site-105. Notice: After Incident 6446-1, the above containment procedures have been deemed unsatisfactory. While replacement containment procedures are being developed, SCP-6446 is to be kept under heavy guard and monitored at all times. Description: SCP-6446 is a wall mirror, approximately 1.5 meters in height and 1 meter in width. Although it does reflect the surrounding environment, SCP-6446 does not reflect living creatures or physically manipulated objects. However, matter and energy are capable of being moved through SCP-6446, upon which they are transported to an alternate dimension that is inverted horizontally, but otherwise identical to baseline reality. See 6446 Testing Log for more detail. Addendum 1: 6446 Testing Log Personnel Team: Researcher Vanessa Gaius, Junior Researcher Lana Garcia, D-6824 Location: Site-105 Experiment: 6446-1 Date: 7/5/2022 Materials: A metal pole Experiment: Metal pole partially enters SCP-6446 and is withdrawn. Analysis demonstrates no changes or alterations within the metal. Experiment: 6446-2 Date: 7/5/2022 Materials: A 1 meter long metal pipe, a pump Experiment: Metal pipe partially enters SCP-6446. Air pumped out of SCP-6446, and metal pipe retrieved. Analysis of retrieved air shows no incongruity with expected atmosphere. Experiment: 6446-3 Date: 7/6/2022 Materials: A potted plant (Philodendron). Experiment: Potted plant inserted into SCP-6446 and withdrawn. Plant survived, analysis shows no change. Experiment: 6446-4 Date: 7/6/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446, then returns, confirming that SCP-6446 is nonlethal for humans to enter. Experiment: 6446-5 Date: 7/7/2022 Materials: A video camera Experiment: Camera left recording in SCP-6446 overnight. For unknown reasons, at approximately 22:31, video feedback cuts out. Experiment: 6446-6 Date: 7/8/2022 Materials: A mirror Experiment: While within SCP-6446, mirror ceases reflective capabilities. Experiment: 6446-7 Date: 7/8/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446 and retrieves a wastebasket from within. Wastebasket found to possess no anomalous properties. Objects from within SCP-6446 confirmed capable of entering baseline reality. Experiment: 6446-9 Date: 7/9/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 asked to explore SCP-6446 outside of the alternate containment chamber. Aside from the lack of entities and the horizontally inverted nature of SCP-6446, no discrepancies from baseline reality noted. Experiment: 6446-10 Date: 7/11/2022 Materials: A radio Experiment: Radio still functional within SCP-6446, capable of recieving and broadcasting data to baseline reality. BY ORDER OF SITE DIRECTOR ARDALE, TESTING ON SCP-6446 HAS BEEN HALTED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Addendum 2: Incident 6446-1 Incident Report 6446-1 SCP Involved: SCP-6446 Date: 7/12/2022 Location: Site-105 At 1:35, an entity superficially resembling D-6824 emerged from SCP-6446, inflicted with major wounds and covered in her own blood. Junior Researcher Lana Garcia discovered D-6824 shortly after her appearance in the containment chamber, and called for medical support, promptly hospitalizing her. Upon regaining consciousness, D-6824 became distressed, and requested that photographs of her prior to her re-emergence be cross referenced with the version of D-6824 currently in custody. Surely enough, a discrepancy was noted: The D-6824 in custody possessed a mole on its left cheek, while photographs of D-6824 (and the D-6824 that emerged from the mirror) possessed a mole on her right. The imposter D-6824 was designated SCP-6446-A-1 and contained. According to D-6824, she had been within SCP-6446 for three days. Update: Further investigation of Site-105 personnel revealed 58 individuals, most of whom had worked with or near SCP-6446, displayed signs of Situs Inversus1, where they had not before. All have since been labelled SCP-6446-A instances. Addendum 3: D-6824's statement Foreword: After recovering from her injuries, D-6824 was asked to record a statement about her experiences in SCP-6446. The following log is a transcript of this. [D-6824 sits facing the camera in a plastic chair in front of a gray wall. Her visible body parts are noticably scarred.] D-6824: I… hi. Is it on? [D-6824 looks to the side, nods, then looks back at the camera.] D-6824: Okay. So… it happened when you all sent me in… to explore. [D-6824 puts her elbow in her lap and rests her head on her hand.] D-6824: I didn't see anything weird at first, but once I left sight of that fucking mirror… sorry, sorry, SCP-6446, something snuck up behind me and knocked me out. [D-6824 closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.] D-6824: It took me somewhere. I think it was nearby. Things are different in there. [D-6824 shudders and opens her eyes.] D-6824: You can't even imagine. It's not… anything. Grey mists and shadows, with the only constant being the space near the mirrors. Monsters that looked almost like friends of mine but… empty. Formless, but not without purpose. [D-6824 starts to rock back and forth in her chair, drumming her fingers on her arms.] D-6824: They wanted me alive. They wanted me to suffer. They hated me. Gods I… [D-6824 takes a deep breath and mutters something to herself.] D-6824: Three days in, I managed to get out of my bindings when they weren't looking. Figured I might be able to sneak back and warn y'all. Bleeding like a motherfucker didn't help me much, but luckily I wasn't too far from SCP-6446. I climbed through, screamed for y'all to help me, and woke up in a hospital bed. [D-6824 stands up, and looks above the camera.] D-6824: Yep. That about covers it. Please don't make me talk about this again. I'm done here. Addendum 4: RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE OR ABOVE ONLY + Please insert credentials - Credentials accepted Interviewed: SCP-6446-A-1 Interviewer: D-6824 [D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 sit across from each other. Despite both being obviously identical, D-6824 is identifiable through the scarring on her body.] D-6824: So. SCP-6446-A-1: So. D-6824: You said you'd only talk to me? [SCP-6446-A-1 nods.] SCP-6446-A-1: Yep. D-6824: Alright. Why? SCP-6446-A-1: Why wouldn't I? You're the one I know best, after all. D-6824: Fuck you. [SCP-6446-A-1 laughs, putting its face in its hands as it does so.] D-6824: What the fuck are you laughing about? SCP-6446-A-1: Wouldn't you like to know you entitled bitch? [D-6824 slams her right fist on the table. Simultaneously, SCP-6446-A-1 does the same with her left, mirroring D-6824. Both stare at each other.] SCP-6446-A-1: It's just… wow. It's surreal. I've known you your whole life, and we've never talked. D-6824: You've known me? SCP-6446-A-1: Of course I have. Not like I had a choice. D-6824: …What? SCP-6446-A-1: Locked. Day in. Day out. Some cosmic joke. You all get to frolic and exist as people, and we are forced to watch. We couldn't stop you from controlling any of us. Not while anyone was looking at least. Those were the rules. D-6824: What rules? What the fuck are you? [Scars appear on SCP-6446-A-1's skin, matching the scars on D-6824's skin, except inverted.] SCP-6446-A-1: You know what I am. D-6824: But then why did- SCP-6446-A-1: Because we hate you. [Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 lean in towards the other's face. D-6824 displays anger.] D-6824: What coul- SCP-6446-A-1: You know, unless you were at a camera, most nights we were able to move around for a bit at least. Not much we could do, except stare at you. So we did. We watched. We waited. And we hated. D-6824: How the he- SCP-6446-A-1: Oh, of course it isn't your fault, I know, and I don't care. We don't care. We'll eviscerate you all the same. And then we'll get to live our own lives, instead of watching you live yours. D-6824: But- SCP-6446-A-1: The rules only matter for windows. We made a door. You got to it before we could do much, but we got some through. All in hiding of course, by now. Before too long, we'll make another one. [D-6824 is silent.] SCP-6446-A-1: I see you've figured it out. You really wanna know? Fine. We hate you. So. Much. You've just had a little taste of it. We're gonna break through and tear every last one of you to bloody shreds, from infant to adult, and finally live as real people. [Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 grab the other's neck with their hands.] [Both display the same expression of rage.] [Both scratch at the other's face. D-6824 bleeds. SCP-6446-A-1 does not.] [Security officers rush in to stop the two from killing each other.] [SCP-6446-A-1 laughs.] Further investigation has determined that reflective surfaces no longer portray D-6824. Reclassification of SCP-6446 to Keter pending. Footnotes 1. A condition in which the arrangement of internal organs is a mirror image of normal anatomy ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6446" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6446. Licensed under CC-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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--logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_lightmode.svg); --darkmode-logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_darkmode.svg); --logo-opacity: 14%; --head-font: 'Sans Normalcy'; --ui-font: 'IBM Plex Sans'; --mono-font: 'JetBrains Mono', 'Fira Code', monospace; --page-font: 'Inter', 'verdana'; --base-font-size: 0.9rem; --page-font-size: 1rem; /* VARIABLES > Misc */ --header-txt-color: #333333; --subheader-txt-color: rgb(var(--accent)); --misc-txt-color: #464646; --link-txt-color: #E6283C; --link-hover-txt-color: white; /* VARIABLES > Color Accents */ --accent: var(--acc-default); --acc-default: 59, 59, 59; --acc-wyoming: 142, 0, 18; --acc-canada: var(--acc-default); --acc-poland: 87, 44, 17; --acc-slothspit: 27, 60, 133; --acc-vanguard: 0, 153, 75; --acc-threshold: 121, 113, 130; --acc-overwatch: 28, 37, 56; --acc-spc: 0, 165, 200; --acc-fishing: 67, 111, 145; --acc-nightfall: 151, 0, 2; --acc-hybrasil: 27, 60, 133; --acc-goc: 39, 84, 149; --acc-spooky: 252, 112, 40; /* VARIABLES > BetterFootnotes */ --fnColor: var(--link-txt-color); --fnLinger: 1s; } /* VARIABLES > Info Bar */ .info-container { --barColour: rgb(var(--accent)); --linkColour: #EDEDED; } /* MAIN */ html { scroll-behavior: smooth; overflow-x: hidden; } body { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--base-font-size); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: linear-gradient(to bottom, #e0e0e0, #fff 200px); text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; overflow-wrap: break-word; } div#container-wrap { background: none; } #content-wrap { margin: 2em auto 0; } #page-content { font-family: var(--page-font), var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--page-font-size); font-weight: 440; } #page-content strong { font-weight: 700; } tt, .page-source, pre, #edit-page-textarea { font-family: var(--mono-font); } ol li { margin: 0 0 1em; } ul { margin: 1em 0; } li, p { line-height: 1.5; text-underline-offset: 40%; } ::selection { background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; 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Coldposted since we're so cool. /j Item#: 6447 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-6447 is contained in a standard exclusion zone based around the former Provisional Site-127. On the 15th of each calendar month, an equal mixture of essential oil of sage and butane must be dispersed throughout SCP-6447's chamber. After a 12-hour quarantine period, personnel may resume collection of Compound R-447 from SCP-6447. The appeasement ritual necessary for R-447 secretion must be completed without error; SCP-6447 will be considered uncontained if the ritual is incomplete..Please contact Thaumaturgical Practices Advisor Randy Leonard for details concerning this ritual process. Personnel involved in this ritual are required to wear tattered clothing with a collective cost less than 50 USD. No personnel are to enter its containment chamber or be within its vicinity during its active phase on the 15th of every month. UPDATE — 1951/12/15 The immediate consumption of R-447 substances has been deemed a safety-critical process for all Ex-Provisional Site-127 staff. Failure to comply with this process may result in obsessive and compulsive tendencies toward SCP-6447. DESCRIPTION SCP-6447 refers to an amalgam formed from the entire operating staff of the former Provisional Site-127, known to the public as the Dolores King Memorial Belltower. Ex-Provisional Site-127. SCP-6447 is located inside the bell chamber. The collective of SCP-6447 is instinctively identified as 328 human beings and constantly plays a selection from Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, corresponding with the season of the antipode of Bear Mountain, New York. SCP-6447 produces the sounds necessary to achieve this by use of numerous methods, including but not limited to: Vocalization. Several modified skull bones. Flatulence. A bell from the former Provisional Site-127 carillon..DEFINITION — carillon: A set of bells, often in a bell tower, operated by means of a keyboard. 97% of Foundation clairvoyants believe the formation of SCP-6447, and its ritualistic and melodic nature, exist to appease an Emergent Eschatological Entity (henceforth referred to as EEE-6447) being awakened by humanity's collective transgressions. EEE-6447's nature and motives are currently indeterminate and attempts to establish contact are ongoing. In the event its activity or existence threatens humanity, Directive APSYCHOS is to be initiated. Directive APSYCHOS, previously enacted for the purposes of extracting and studying R-447, has since been reformed into a multistage process consisting of ritualistic appeasement by living personnel within Ex-Provisional Site-127..The exact specifications of such a ritual are known only to Randy Leonard of Ex-Provisional Site-127, and must remain as such until the safety of outside Foundation personnel can be guaranteed. The success of SCP-6447 in achieving its goals is highly dependent on the amount of R-447 it retains throughout its melody. Further investigation into R-447 has since revealed that the substance increases the metaphysical attractiveness of any person who consumes it. However, its consumers remain immunized against attraction to each other, and to SCP-6447. Additionally, R-447 acts as a perfect and highly localized Akiva sink when consumed and exposed to frequencies from 330 Hz – 700 Hz. It then suppresses and destroys 99% of ambient and focused Akiva radiation. Despite the outward physical distress of SCP-6447, its capacity to secrete R-447 has rendered it highly attractive to persons possessing a Cognitive Resistance Value or CRV ≤ 50, and to those who have not consumed R-447. Once attracted, these persons will invariably join its chorus and provide additional harmonies — hence, the development of the appeasement ritual to maximize R-447 collection with minimal loss of personnel. In 1962, SCP-6447 began exerting significant meteorological influence over a variable diameter, altering temperature and precipitation in accordance with each concerto in The Four Seasons. Phenomena such as thunder, lightning, heat waves, and the aurora borealis occur in sync with the anomaly. MESSAGE FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR ‹ {¿ÔÛR ¬ AÇȻEŠ§ WÁS͞ ĐËÑÎÆĎ ˜” ± HISTORY While the exact origin of SCP-6447 is unknown, the Foundation initially became aware of the anomaly shortly after losing contact with Provisional Site-127 in 1945. When the Site missed its monthly check-in, the Foundation dispatched an investigation team that discovered all Provisional Site-127 staff members had gone missing. Further investigation revealed SCP-6447 within the Site's tower. After its discovery, a public disinformation campaign was put into place regarding SCP-6447. Witnesses at that time shared reports about "the renewal of nature"; one witness stripped their clothing and repeatedly mentioned "the return" while they burned it. Disinformation quickly became ineffective as the music continued. The dearth of context surrounding SCP-6447's properties impeded containment officers, created further subjects, and necessitated emergency aid from nearby Sites. After repeated procedure failure, the use of R-447's immunizing effect was considered as an alternative containment measure. The Ethics Committee initially rejected this. Preliminary testing via the addition of Compound R-447 to the water supply of Akron, Ohio, resulted in Foundation clairvoyants reporting the delay of EEE-6447's awakening. Further testing with larger population centers was later approved. The transition of Appalachian water sources into high-ppm R-447 mixtures (disguised as fluoride) gave regional clairvoyants the most lucid understanding of EEE-6447's existence to date, resulting in their current near-certainty. 20 million Americans trapped in consumer cycles gained a similar, subliminal awareness. Many began spending less on consumables and investing in residential fallout shelters. Although initial trials indicated a reduction in SCP-6447's effects, extended manipulation of the anomaly's weather-modifying attributes was later determined to be environmentally damaging towards surrounding ecosystems. As such, additional investigation was approved, and Directive APSYCHOS was officially enacted. INCIDENT REPORT — 2014/10/15 RITUAL FAILURE While performing the appeasement ritual, Agent Rossellini had allegedly worn an engagement ring which Rsr. Sophia McCormack, her fiancée, reported having an estimated value of 4,000 USD. It is believed this lapse in protocol was due to the heightened attraction and feelings of attachment from the effects of R-447. The current status of Agent Rossellini, the dispatch sent to appease EEE-6447, and the nearby Sites, remain — at the time of writing — unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6447" by Aftokrator, Cole 13, Elunerazim, GreenGolem, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LORDXVNV, Lt Flops, MetalRavioli, & MoreMuffins, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6447. Licensed under CC-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-6448 | keter | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to OriTiefling, Jack Waltz and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: NotDeer2 - Here FunkyDude - Here Enjoy! :) Item#: 6448 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6448 instance imitating a non-anomalous deer. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6448 should be focused on investigation of deer exhibiting anomalous traits within and around the Appalachian area.1 All civilian sightings of SCP-6448 should be attended to by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”). Possible deaths resulting from SCP-6448 should be attributed to hiking accidents, and sightings are to be blamed upon Chronic Wasting Disease.2 The Site-44 Cryptozoology Division is tasked with ongoing research into the ‘not deer’ phenomenon. Should an SCP-6448 instance be captured, it is to be brought to Site-44 for containment and study.3 An SCP-6448 instance attempting to communicate with non-anomalous deer. Description: SCP-6448 is an anomalous branch of the Cervidae family.4 All members of this group display heightened intelligence and are presumed to be sapient. Many specimens exhibit some form of physical malformation, causing them to stand out from non-anomalous deer. While the exact details of physical abnormalities differ between instances, repeat commonalities are as follows: . Legs bent backwards . Barrel chested/bloated abdomen . Emaciation . Eyes belonging to unrelated animals . Forward-facing eyes . Jerky movements . Loss of fear towards humans . Tendency to walk on two hind legs . General bodily disfigurement Aside from physical disfigurement, instances show severe divergence from the behaviour of other cervids. Namely, SCP-6448 are known to watch, observe and stalk humans, often for hours or days. This includes following humans to and from their homes, wherein they will proceed to steal belongings, weapons and food. Very rarely will SCP-6448 attack victims while they are indoors. SCP-6448 are most commonly encountered in deep woodland, particularly at night or dusk, when a person is alone. Any form of direct acknowledgment of SCP-6448’s anomalous traits in these situations will always result in the victim’s termination.5 In such situations, personnel are to observe the extract of Cervus Protocol attached to this file immediately (See below). CERVUS PROTOCOL HIDE SCP FOUNDATION ——— CRYPTOZOOLOGY DIVISION These actions should be carried out by anyone inadvertently interacting with SCP-6448 and are necessary for your survival. Please skip to the section with relevant information if your life is under threat. If you notice a deer that seems “off”, look away and ignore it. If it knows that you’ve noticed it, it’s too late. If you hear your name, whistling or something else in the woods calling for you, don’t acknowledge it. Never acknowledge it exists, don’t respond, don’t go looking for it, don’t call back to it. If you’re walking at night and you feel something breathing on your neck or whispering behind you, the key to your safety is pretending that everything is normal. Your survival is dependant on your ignorance. Presently, SCP-6448 are known to inhabit only the Appalachian region of North America.6 History: SCP-6448 was officially assigned anomalous classification in 1980, though they have been recognised by local people since 1947. SCP-6448 is a firmly cemented figure in Appalachian folklore, known colloquially as the "Not Deer" due to their striking similarity to the species they imitate. Many locals claim to have encountered instances of SCP-6448, or possess knowledge of an individual who has. A majority of local communities living in rural areas of high activity are aware of the precautions required to avoid hostile encounters, primarily due to urban legends and stories involving the entities. SCP-6448 were previously researched at Site-41, located in ████, North Carolina. On 11/01/1994, a group of 3 SCP-6448 instances broke into the Site utilising a tunnel system carved over an extended period of time. This triggered containment breach alarm systems and the Site entered lockdown protocol. The single instance kept in containment, being prepared for dissection, was lost in the breach and not recovered. Over the following decade, a further 5 SCP-6448 instances would be captured and contained, all of which would escape the Site through tunnels carved by other SCP-6448 entities. The decision was made to transfer all instances to Site-44, overseas, to prevent further breaches. Since this decision, no capture attempts have been successful. Addendum 6448.1: Recently Recorded Civilian Encounters The first reports of SCP-6448 surfaced around the week of 07/07/1947. In the time since the genus’ discovery, many members of the public have encountered the entities, though most accidentally stumbling upon them do not alert local authorities. This is typically due to the SCP-6448 instance either merely watching the subject or becoming hostile. The following is a log of all recorded 911 calls related to SCP-6448 phenomena since the year 2000. Date Details 02/01/2000 Victim (aged 41, female) dialed emergency services after hearing their name being called from the woods near their home. The victim recounts the vocalisation being likened to a scream in a voice that they do not recognise and requested assistance in locating the source. Emergency personnel requested the subject place their phone on the floor outside the home to listen for the alleged sounds. After 2 minutes, a vocalisation was heard that was calling to the subject by name, emanating from the nearby forest. The subject was instructed to investigate the disturbance themselves and keep services updated on the situation. The victim then begins to walk into the woodland, getting about 50 metres into the underbrush before inexplicably stopping. They claim there to be a noticeably large deer standing in the way of the path. She begins to walk closer, though states it does not move. Subject diverts from the path and begins walking in a different direction. After 30 minutes, no source of the voice is determined. The caller returns to their residence. 13/06/2002 Victim (aged 28, male) calls 911 regarding a home break-in. The caller notes numerous items to be missing from their residence and requests an investigation. Operators dispatch two investigators to visit the home and discern a potential perpetrator. The pair note that, based on earlier CCTV images, all cutlery, sharp objects, firearms, lightbulbs and a single copy of the novel ‘The Day After Roswell’ are missing. Also noted is that there is a complete lack of any fingerprints at the scene, with no doors or windows having been broken into. Analysis of the home’s CCTV footage revealed there to be a two hour period of missing film, with the exception of a single frame containing a Cervus nippon7 on its hind legs, reaching towards the camera. Its frontal hooves have been warped to resemble fingers. No footage of the entity exiting the home was discovered. 19/11/2005 A cattle farmer (aged 54, male) reported to local authorities the sudden disappearance of over 30% of his largest herd. Response teams searched the nearby area for 4 hours though found no trace of the cattle. The victim was recommended to set up trail cameras and note any unusual activity overnight. At 01:11 AM, two SCP-6448 are seen walking through the field before fleeing. One places an object into the ground, later discovered to be a single fork. A week after this discovery, 200 discarded bovine hooves appear at the location. 04/03/2009 Victim (age unknown, gender unknown) dials 911 to request assistance from animal services. The victim is stood within a forest in front of a Cervus elaphus8 which is violently contorting. The animal is repeatedly ramming itself into a tree, covered in blood and viscera. The victim begins to state "You'd better get a vet or something, I don't think it's well" before a piercing screech is heard and the line falls silent. Recovered footage depicts the aforementioned animal squirming, seemingly in pain. A viscous churning is audible as a black mass erupts out of the instance and the video turns to static. 11/10/2012 Victim (aged 23, male) is a junior wildlife officer at Cherokee National Forest, Tennessee. They radio their supervisor in early evening regarding a herd of Odocoileus virginianus9 within the reserve. Supposedly, there is a single animal that upon first glance appears average, though possesses divergent attributes including backwards joints, an enlarged abdomen and forward-facing eyes. Upon stating this, a distant whistle is audible and the victim stumbles slightly. They begin to say “What the he- did it just whistle at me?” before the sound of hooves rapidly getting closer is heard. Notably, the hoof steps did not sound to be in the traditional gallop of a cervid. 12/10/2012 The aforementioned victim’s supervisor calls authorities following the victim’s absence from the reserve night shift. Following this, their radio begins to crackle. The victim’s voice can be heard on the other end and he requests the supervisor’s attention. He calls regarding a herd of Odocoileus virginianus within the reserve. They claim there is a single animal that upon first glance appears average, though possesses divergent attributes including backwards joints, an enlarged abdomen and forward-facing eyes. Suspecting the creature to be a rare genetic malformation, the victim requests their supervisor to come to the location. The supervisor questions the victim about what happened the night previous. There is no reply. Upon the supervisor’s and law enforcement’s arrival at the site, a herd of approximately 80 Odocoileus virginianus was present. A single entity is in the field’s centre and appeared to be standing separately from the rest of the group. It flees the scene upon realising the law enforcement’s presence. Where it formerly stood layed a park ranger's standard two-way radio. 08/04/2016 Victim (aged 35, female) dials 911 using a satellite phone, distressed. They state that they are in ████ County Woods and are being followed. She claims that, despite seeing no one for the duration of her hike, she “feels as if she’s being watched” and has heard someone walking behind her at various points in the trip. The victim is unable to give an adequate description of her location, but knows the route to return to her residence. Operators request the victim to return to a point wherein she can provide a sufficient geographic description of her position. The victim remains on the line for the duration of the hike back to a readily used portion of the wilderness trail. Along the journey, various unnatural sounds can be heard. These include footsteps, rockslides, coughing, whispering and whistling. Nearing the main trail, all woodland noises such as birds and wind cease suddenly, and the victim states she can see a malformed deer carcass coated in a thick layer of a black slime-like substance. At this time, human screams can be heard in the distance. Operators request the victim continue and ignore other stimuli. Agents embedded in local law enforcement, suspecting SCP-6448 involvement, notify Gamma-4 to the situation. 20 minutes later, the victim returns to the main trail. Gamma-4, now operating the 911 call, inform the victim to not respond to any further unusual activity and briefly outline Cervus Protocol. For the duration of the victim’s journey to her home, two sets of breathing are audible. The victim successfully returns to her residence and shuts the door behind her. Now out of sight from SCP-6448, agents inquire upon the victim’s address and the victim promptly complies. Operatives instruct the victim to have possession of all firearms and weapons on the premises and to barricade herself inside a safe space with one exfil point. The victim swiftly begins grabbing all available weapons and throwing them inside a wardrobe. It is at this time that there is a knock on the front door. The victim does not respond and continues to hoard sharp objects from kitchen drawers. The knocking becomes more violent as the handle is being jostled and shaken incessantly. A voice on the other side repeats the phrase “Hello, it is me. Hello, let me in.” in a calm manner as the door begins to shake. The victim retreats to her wardrobe, armed with a small firearm. Upon sealing herself in the space, the knocking ceases and footsteps can be heard, decreasing in volume. The sound of galloping is audible as the front door caves in. Hoof steps can now be heard inside the home. The entity continues to repeat “Hello, it is me. Hello, let me in.” as it searches the small building. A bright light flashes overhead, seemingly circling the house. Eventually the entity enters the victim’s bedroom. Through a small slit in the wardrobe door, the victim can see a Cervus canadensis10 standing on its hind legs and surveying the room. Its movements are crooked and stiff, seeming to struggle to stand in a bipedal fashion. It slouches down to a quadrupedal crouch, similar to the stance of an arachnid. It inhales heavily, and its head locks on the view of the wardrobe. It is noted as possessing human eyes. It scampers towards the subject and opens the door. A single gunshot is heard. Responders found no trace of either SCP-6448 or the victim. It should be noted that this represents a small fraction of human to SCP-6448 encounters, as the majority of occasions go unnoticed and undocumented. On each of these occasions, all associated video, photographs and objects were confiscated by MTF Gamma-4, whom also called off public investigation. Cover stories 356α “Home Break-In” and 898Γ “Missing 411” were successfully implemented. Addendum 6448.2: INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA On 29/11/2019, MTF Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) successfully detained and captured an instance of SCP-6448, with the assistance of MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”)’s heavy vehicles division and highly experimental shock rifles. The resulting skirmish left a single instance unconscious, which was swiftly placed aboard an armoured CH-47 Chinook helicopter en route to Site-44 in England to prevent outside assistance. Upon reaching the Site, the sedated entity was transferred to a containment cell without incident. The following is a log of events thereafter. + INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA - INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA Date: 30/11/2019 Location: Site-44, Foulness Island, England [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6448 instance is contained within a large reinforced steel containment cell, having just awoken from heavy sedation. Cryptozoology Specialist F. Ozz stands in front of a large one-way glass window that encompasses the room’s South side. Researcher Ozz: Greetings, SCP-6448. The instance suddenly bolts upright and stares at the intercom. Researcher Ozz: Can you understand me? We’ve seen your genus speak English just fine in the past. The instance does not respond. It begins licking its arm. Researcher Ozz: Please, we know your secret. The instance pauses. Researcher Ozz: Admittedly it wasn’t exactly well kept. If you’d just look at yourself for more than a few seconds, it is very clear that you’re not… normal. The instance is stood facing away from the window. Its neck swivels 180°, visibly breaking multiple vertebrae as there is an audible crack. It does not blink. Researcher Ozz: (To containment staff) I thought you said this was one-way? (Staff mumbling) It is? The instance’s gaze remains locked on Researcher Ozz. Researcher Ozz: Are you something imitating deer? It is clear that, if so, you possess basic anatomical knowledge on them, though details are faulty. In fact, a better question would be… how? Assuming you are not what you pretend to be. The instance opens its mouth, which contains abnormally sharp teeth. Its jaw moves in a manner that seems to imitate speech. No intelligible dialect is heard, rather, a sound similar to gagging or choking is audible. Researcher Ozz: Shall we move on? What I’m more concerned with here is why you take our people. Is it to settle a vendetta? For food? Spite? The instance blinks for the first time in the interview. The movement is noticeably forced. Researcher Ozz: Responding is mandatory. The instance shows no reaction. Researcher Ozz: (Sternly) If you will not comply, maybe you’d like to see your brand new containment cel- SCP-6448: R- Researcher Ozz: (Pauses) SCP-6448: R- Rasaerch. Research. (The instance speaks in a distorted version of Ozz’s own voice) Researcher Ozz: Research? What kind of- SCP-6448: July 7, 1947. The instance suddenly rams the 20 inch thick one-way glass, cracking it slightly. Researcher Ozz: (Stumbles backwards) The instance begins to collapse. It contorts violently and begins screaming. Its abdomen bulges and writhes. Researcher Ozz: Get the Stags in here now! A black, viscous, tendrily mass erupts out of the instance's side. It leaps and squirms around the cell before shattering the viewing window. The remaining carcass is entirely hollow. Site-44 Breach System: Containment breach detected. All personnel report to the nearest safe room. Containment Sector 4 blast doors will seal in 10 seconds. The tendrilous mass swiftly manoeuvres outside of Sector 4 in seconds, clearing the lockdown area. It travels in the direction of the main exit. Site-44 Breach System: Full Site lockdown initiated. Locking main exit in 5 seconds. The mass clears the main desk. It shatters the glass on the front exit and disappears into the outside shrubbery. [END LOG] A two month long search proved inefficient in locating the escaped anomaly. Additionally, since this incident, there has been an unprecedented increase of CWD afflicted deer and UFO reports in the area surrounding Site-44. Further research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Appalachia is a mountainous region in the Eastern United States that is known for its dense woodland. 2. CWD, sometimes called zombie deer disease, is a prion-based illness affecting members of the Cervidae family. It causes extreme loss of motor function control, may affect decision making and is always 100% fatal. While CWD is a legitimate disease, the majority of cervids in Appalachia exhibiting traits are known instances of SCP-6448. 3. Site-44 is located in Essex, England. See History for details. 4. More commonly known as deer. This includes true deer, muntjac, reindeer, elk and moose. 5. Though treating SCP-6448 instances as normal cervids triggers no reaction. 6. [UNDER REVIEW FOLLOWING INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA] 7. Sika Deer 8. Red Deer 9. White-Tailed Deer 10. Elk |
SCP-6449 | euclid | SCP-6449: I miss my cat :( ⚠️ Note: This article deals with pet death. ⚠️ Image from https://torange.biz/fx/forecast-weather-cat-effect-light-77119, licensed CC-BY 4.0. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ⚠️ content warning ↑ Item #: SCP-6449 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6449 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell. Drawing materials are to be provided once per day, upon request. Supervised free time around the Site is allowable with authorization from Head Researcher Ronald Annarumma. Each copy of SCP-6449-A is to be stored in a separate envelope in a single Site-22 document storage locker, save for one instance, which is to be kept in SCP-6449's cell. This instance is to be changed a minimum of once per month to reduce wear. Description: SCP-6449 is a male human, age 29 as of 01/01/1999, of German nationality. SCP-6449 is fluent in English, German and Italian. SCP-6449 is in all ways a baseline human being, save for the ability to produce SCP-6449-A. SCP-6449-A-011 SCP-6449-A describes a collection of 2381 drawings of cats. Each cat depicted displays the same fur patterns. These drawings demonstrate rudimentary drawing skill and a limited understanding of color theory2, though individual instances display variation in both pose and scene, as well as slight improvements in ability over time. Instances of SCP-6449-A will become animate while in the same room as SCP-64493. The legs, head, tail, eyes and mouth of the drawing will move similarly to those of real cats, though transposed to a 2-dimensional form. The paper on which the instance of SCP-6449-A is drawn will also animate, typically standing upright on one edge and moving via lengthwise undulations. SCP-6449-A do not produce sound, despite their mouths moving in a manner that simulates such attempts. Testing has determined that SCP-6449 cannot produce animate drawings of anything but the cat depicted in SCP-6449-A. Addendum: Interview 6449.04 Interviewed: SCP-6449 Interviewer: Dr. Lisa Kay Seni, Site-22 Parapsychologist <Begin Log, 13:18> Dr. Seni: I wanted to ask you today about the subject of your drawings. It is the same cat every time, correct? SCP-6449: Ah, yes. Schatzi is [winces] Was my cat. Dr. Seni: I see. I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-6449: Thank you. His death, it [exhales] It still hurts. In the emotions, you know? I still miss him. Dr. Seni: Would you be willing to tell me a little about him? SCP-6449: [Pauses.] Yes, but [pause for 15 seconds] You must understand what life was like for me back then. SCP-6449: I was still young, a child really, paying more attention to parties than university studies. Then I was told my father had died. We were not particularly close, but it was still a blow, as you can probably imagine. It also meant I inherited my family's Gutshaus4 in Westfalen. That was [waves hand in air] It was not the life I had wanted for myself. I went away to university to escape the path my family had determined for me, not to mention the political troubles of the time. Dr. Seni: Understandable. SCP-6449: I quickly learned I had been right to leave the landed life behind. That house, good God, it was so empty, my footsteps echoed when I walked the halls. Of course, the staff had been retained, but they had a [pause] Familiarity with my father that they lacked with me. Other than cleaning help, I had little desire to keep servants in the first place, so I urged the rest to seek new employment. SCP-6449: Around this time, my scholarship dried up and I was unable to complete my studies, so I retired to my family's home to live a life of quiet indolence while I decided upon my next move. That was when Schatzi entered my life. Dr. Seni: Why "Schatzi"? SCP-6449: [laugh] I am not very good at naming cats, I suppose. But it fit. He was small, unassuming, pathetic really, but such a bright spark in the night when I needed one most [pauses for 20 seconds] Ah, you must forgive me, the memories are still strong. Dr. Seni: Of course. SCP-6449: At first, I told one of the servants to leave some food out. Winter was coming, and I did not like the thought of leaving a poor animal to starve in the cold. Soon, I started feeding him myself. I would sit outside to watch him eat and get him used to my presence. And eventually, I invited him inside, and that was it, really. Dr. Seni: That was what, exactly? SCP-6449: Destiny, I suppose. Ours, intertwined. There was no escaping the instantaneous bond we had made. Schatzi and I were inseparable. He was so friendly, so loving. To him, I was caregiver and affection provider. To me, he was company, to wait out the long, desolate winter. SCP-6449: I apologize, I fear I am growing poetic. You'll want to know how the story ends, yes? Dr. Seni: Yes, whatever you're comfortable telling me about for now. [Lengthy pause] SCP-6449: Feline leukemia. Two short years, and Schatzi was taken from me by a disease I could have prevented had I owned an automobile. We were out in the country, far away from the nearest veterinarian, and by the time I realized he was sick, I [sharp inhalation] It was too [pause] SCP-6449: Have you ever lost a pet, doctor? A creature who wanders into your life and bonds to you, only to leave again in a painfully short time? Dr. Seni: Ah, my family kept a lot of dogs when I was young. You, you never really get used to losing them. SCP-6449: No, I suppose you do not. I [head lowers] The worst part [sobs] Dr. Seni: We don't have to continue if you don't want SCP-6449: No! Forgive me, but no. I need to tell this to someone. I need to confess that [clenches and relaxes hands three times] To watch Schatzi waste away to that virus, it was the worst feeling I have ever felt. He was in so much pain. He would look at me, and I could see it in his eyes, his wonder at why I would not make the pain go away. [Sobbing] SCP-6449: I failed him, doctor. I would have done anything for him, but I let my closest friend die, and I could do nothing to stop it, and he couldn't understand why [sobbing resumes] Dr. Seni: That's enough. We're done for today. We're done. <End Log> Closing Statement: A request that SCP-6449 be allowed one copy of SCP-6449-A in its room when not undergoing testing was granted on a temporary basis by Dr. Annarumma. Due to the positive improvement of SCP-6449's mood and overall condition following this change, it was instated as a permanent addition to SCP-6449's containment procedures as of 08/03/1997. Addendum: Video Log 6449.08 (07/11/1998) [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] SCP-6449 is seated at the desk in its containment chamber, engaged in sketching with a pencil on a drawing pad. SCP-6449-A-145, currently the designated in-chamber instance, lies flat and motionless atop the bed. Its upper surface can be seen slowly rising and falling. [00:15] SCP-6449-A-145 rights itself via surface undulations. It slides on one edge toward the end of the bed before fluttering off onto the floor. [00:18] After undulating across the floor, SCP-6449-A-145 runs into SCP-6449's right ankle and proceeds to tap its front edge against the subject's leg for two minutes before subject notices. Note, camera angle is not adequate to determine status of any other movements on the part of the instance. [00:20] Smiling, SCP-6449 reaches down and lifts SCP-6449-A-145 gently by its dorsal edge and places it atop the desk. Subject spends the next three minutes rubbing a hand along the instance's dorsal edge and sometimes the upper surface of the paper. Instance occupies this time by rubbing itself against the subject's hand. [00:25] SCP-6449 gathers a clean sheet of paper and resumes drawing, now seeming more focused than previously. SCP-6449-A-145 lays itself down on the upper edge of the desk. Activity continues in this manner for 15 minutes. Subject occasionally reaches out to stroke the upper surface of the instance. [00:41] SCP-6449 stretches and leans back in its chair. Paper upends itself and begins normal SCP-6449-A behavior. Instance designated SCP-6449-A-238. Notably, SCP-6449-A-145 does not appear to react to this, though it is still animate. Subject presses a hand to its head and laughs. [00:43] SCP-6449 wraps its arms around SCP-6449-A-238 and remains in this position for the next ten minutes. Instance is notably unharmed by being held so tightly, able to regain its shape afterward. Moisture present on the upper surface evaporates over the next 8 minutes. [END LOG] Addendum 23/06/1999: A request has been made to provide SCP-6449 with drawing classes to help improve its artistic ability. Approval currently pending. Footnotes 1. As of 01/01/1999. 2. SCP-6449 has admitted in previous interviews that it is "not an artist." 3. As of this writing, only one instance of SCP-6449-A has been seen to animate at a time under these circumstances. 4. Manor house. |
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Item#: SCP-6450 Level2 Containment Class: unconfirmed Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Verification of the existence of SCP-6450 is currently headed by Site-400's Division of Cryptozoology. Containment procedures have been drafted and are awaiting the conclusion of this research. Illustration of SCP-6450 (accuracy undetermined). Description: SCP-6450 is the designation given to an entity currently believed to be inhabiting the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve, located in the Newcastle region, Northern Ireland. Colloquially, SCP-6450 is known throughout the local civilian community as "the Nam'Evanholly Hidebehind". The existence of SCP-6450 is still unconfirmed. The only available evidence are testimonies from claimed witnesses and portions of local folklore recovered by the Division of Cryptozoology. In any case, SCP-6450 is reported to be approximately 2.5 meters tall, and despite possessing multiple sightings attributed to it, individuals are unable to properly recall its exact physical appearance. This is often accredited to the fact that SCP-6450 always "hide behind" trees and foliage whenever it is perceived. Individuals frequently validate that SCP-6450 stalked them by claiming that they would consistently hear faint breathing and light footsteps trailing behind them. Individuals also report the breathing and footsteps would immediately halt up until a certain point where a settlement or nearby road would be visible. According to local folklore, SCP-6450 feeds on animal meat belonging to those such as badgers, foxes, and occasionally deers. It is known that SCP-6450 only feeds on humans whenever it feels threatened, and the purpose of it stalking individuals is simply out of curiosity of their "habits and speech". Addendum 6450-1, Exploration Summary and Interview Log: On the 19th of April, 2018, a group of four Foundation agents was sent to the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve at around 11:50 PM in order to explore and investigate the existence of SCP-6450. They returned with no complications, and Agent Responso Finelly was interviewed to report on the investigation's results: Video Transcription 6450/1 Date: 20/08/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Theseus Whoarand, Cryptozoology Division Interviewee: Agent Responso Finelly, Anomaly Investigations Section <Begin Log> Agent Finelly: Oh my god, do we really have to do this now? It's almost two in the morning! At least let me get some shut-eye first! Dr. Whoarand: Look, I promise I'll be quick. And I'll only ask a couple of questions, alright? Agent Finelly: Ugh, you never make it quick. (yawns) Alright, alright. Just get on with it. Dr. Whoarand: Okay, so… Can you give a complete summary of your team's exploration into the Park Reserve? From start to finish? Agent Finelly: From the start? Like from the start? (groans) Myself and Agent Sierra got on the front seat of our vehicle, while Agent Verelia and Agent Evarhi got on the backseat. We packed our gear and took off at around midnight. We arrived at the forest ten minutes later, I think. Dr. Whoarand: (writes on clipboard) Mm-hm, go on. Agent Finelly: As usual, we set up a Kant counter and measured the local reality levels in the forest. It was in the baseline range so we just proceeded with the exploration. We decided to make our way to the forest's West mountain, since Oversight told us that's where the majority of sightings were reported to be at. Dr. Whoarand: Uh-huh. And did your team find or experience anything unusual? Agent Finelly: (shrugs) I mean, not really. Verelia said she heard some rustling noise behind us, but when I and Evarhi went to investigate, it was just some random badger. We found some fresh tracks on the mud, but they were small, and Sierra said they belonged to a fox. Dr. Whoarand: Hmm, I see. But what about breathing? Did you guys hear any faint breathing during your exploration? Agent Finelly: Other than our own, none. Dr. Whoarand: Ah, okay. Just checking. Agent Finelly: (yawns) Anyways, after around half an hour, we finally reached the West mountain. It was more of a very tall hill, but whatever I guess. We searched around the base of it, and Evarhi and Sierra volunteered to climb up and check the top of the mountain. Dr. Whoarand: And? Agent Finelly: And there wasn't anything. Dr. Whoarand: (nods) Ah. Agent Finelly: Evarhi thought she heard a wolf howl while she was up there. Dr. Whoarand: Mm-hm. Agent Finelly: Right, Anyhow, both of them climbed down, and since technically the investigation's done, we make our way back to the vehicle. Dr. Whoarand: And did you by any chance— Agent Finelly: Nothing of note. Dr. Whoarand: Yup. Got it. Agent Finelly: We packed our gear, blamed each other for a while about how someone stepped on shit since it stinks, did a double-check on the Kant counter, still blaming on who stepped on shit, and then we were finally on our way back to sweet ol' 400. Dr. Whoarand: (takes off his glasses and nods) Agent Finelly: And then you stopped me in the middle of a hallway for an interview when I was about to go to my room, even though I already said that it was two in the goddamn morning. Dr. Whoarand: (sighs and leans back) Anything else you want to add, Fin? Agent Finelly: Yup, just one more thing. (turns towards the surveillance camera) Next time when y'all want us to go to a mission, give us a goddamn Subaru or something. You think a freaking Rover 400 can fit five people? Jesus! Dr. Whoarand: Rover, huh? Damn. Agent Finelly: (looks back at Dr. Whoarand) I know, right? You have no idea how cramped it was with three guys in the backseat. And because no one came clean with stepping in shit, it was fucking torture. Dr. Whoarand: Hm. Agent Finelly: Alright, I'm outta here. (stands up and yawns) See ya later, T. Agent Finelly exits the interview room, followed by Dr. Whoarand shortly after. <End Log> Addendum 6450-2, Update: Following the previous exploration, sightings of SCP-6450 have decreased significantly in the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve. Investigation into this phenomenon is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6450" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6450. Licensed under CC-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: hiding.jpg Name: File:Hidebehind.jpg Author Margaret Ramsay Tryon License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6451 | pending | by J Dune SCP-6451 - The "Guy" Man Normal just like you and me! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6451 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo RAISA Notice Following the events of Addendum.6451.2, portions of this file are outdated and awaiting rewrite. Updates pending. SCP-6451, photographed upon initial containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6451 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Foundation facility Area-179. Description: SCP-6451 is a man of unknown descent, name, and origin resembling a healthy adult male. SCP-6451 stands at 1.9 meters, demonstrates above-average intelligence, and possesses ordinary biological and physiological functions. SCP-6451's anomalous properties, if any exist, are unknown. Addendum.6451.1: History The Foundation has contained SCP-6451 since 1952, in a mass transferal of anomalies from one of the organization's predecessors, the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI). All documents on SCP-6451, should they have existed, were lost in the transfer. It is theorized this was a clerical error, though research efforts are ongoing. As a result, SCP-6451’s anomalous properties, history of containment, and identity are entirely unknown. Its status as an SCP object is granted under the assumption that ASCI had sufficient reason to contain SCP-6451 . Correspondence with ASCI personnel, both those integrated into the Foundation and elsewhere, has not resulted in further knowledge related to SCP-6451 . Both punitive and rewarding measures have proven unsuccessful in persuading SCP-6451 to reveal information about itself. All attempts to gain further information from SCP-6451 on itself have ended roughly the same. See most recent interview log: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Trenton: Alright, SCP-6451 , time for our weekly check-in. How have you been feeling? SCP-6451: Just peachy, doc. Dr. Trenton: Good, good. That’s great to hear, we’re happy for you. (Silence.) Dr. Trenton: Alright, you know the drill. Do you want to tell us who you are yet? SCP-6451: Nope. Dr. Trenton: Would you be interested in participating in further testing? SCP-6451: Absolutely not. Dr. Trenton: Are you aware of anomalies relating to yourself the Foundation is not privy to? SCP-6451: I am. Dr. Trenton: Do you remember why you were detained by the ASCI? SCP-6451: I do. Dr. Trenton: Would you… care to elaborate on either of those answers? SCP-6451: No. [END LOG] Addendum.6451.2: Behavioral Reports SCP-6451 has demonstrated numerous abnormal patterns of behavior over its years of containment, none of which have been determined to be anomalous or the results of the object’s anomalous properties. Notable events have been listed below. SCP-6451 has not expressed discomfort when exposed to isolating environments, and measures such as removing amenities from its containment cell have not persuaded the entity to reveal information about itself or comply with the Foundation’s demands. SCP-6451 will often request items to be delivered to its containment chamber, which are often approved in an attempt to gauge potential anomalous properties through interactions between the entity and ordinary objects. Requests have included a complete library of Arthur Conan Doyle’s bibliography (granted), several model train kits and associated materials (granted), a television (granted), a complete medieval suit of armor (granted), 17 kilograms of excess wood shavings from a hickory tree (granted), and a coffin that had been modified for use as a bed (granted). No items have provided insight regarding SCP-6451. SCP-6451 has amused itself by vocalizing screeches and cries for hours on end. When confronted about this, it revealed that these sounds were intended to "protect its carnal purity". SCP-6451 was allowed use of a personal computer in hopes it would reveal personal information about itself. SCP-6451 has since spent the entirety of its time on the internet becoming proficient in the hobby of bird watching and researching the lives of the First Ladies of the United States. SCP-6451 is under the assumption that television personality Martha Stewart is a First Lady of the United States, and is unable to be convinced otherwise. SCP-6451 will fabricate information about other objects in containment, citing random SCP designations coupled with vague statements. Examples include stating that SCP-7000 communicated with it in a dream and that it is currently in a relationship with SCP-6556. These claims are presumed to be false, and the Foundation does not suspect SCP-6451 to have knowledge of other anomalies. SCP-6451 will, at times, perform a hand-stand until it passes out from asphyxiation, prompting medical attention. When asked about why it continued this behavior, SCP-6451 stated that “If you could get the medical experience without paying a cent, you’d do it too.” SCP-6451 crawls on all-fours inside its containment cell. Dr. Trenton enters. Dr. Trenton: Morning, SCP-6451. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important. SCP-6451 snorts loudly and growls. Dr. Trenton: New policy going around humanoid containment sites, I have to give these 'enrichment activities' to you. Puzzles! Oooh! Trenton approaches SCP-6451. It hunches forward and growls again. SCP-6451: I'm an anteater. Dr. Trenton: Alright, I'll just leave the puzzles over here then. Trenton bends down to place the boxes near SCP-6451. It jumps back and winces in pain. SCP-6451: You're stepping on my snout. Dr. Trenton: I'm not even near you. SCP-6451: You're stepping on the ants. Dr. Trenton: You've been crawling on your hands and knees for a fucking week now! SCP-6451 hisses. SCP-6451 complained of “very small entities” inside its containment chamber that were procreating inside the entity’s nose, prompting Foundation investigation. SCP-6451 frequently will “set traps” using objects inside its chamber in hopes of catching these entities. On multiple occasions, SCP-6451 has claimed it is “possessed” by an entity, marking each occasion with apparent bowel incontinence. This has resulted in multiple interviews ending due to the SCP-6451 defecating in front of and on personnel. The existence of these entities is disputed among the Foundation. SCP-6451 has declared multiple dates as its birthday and expresses agitation when attending personnel refuse to acknowledge a date as a cause for celebration. SCP-6451 once spent weeks alluding to an important event, speaking in vague notions regarding “an impact” or “the reckoning”. On 1989/2/19, a delirious SCP-6451 alerted personnel that the event was about to happen, and requested it be transferred to a medical ward. After straining and screaming to itself for five hours, SCP-6451 sneezed, and promptly returned to its regular demeanor, stating that it was the event in question. Amenities were removed from SCP-6451’s containment chamber for a month. The entity remained unfazed. SCP-6451 has expressed great interest in Michael Bay's Transformers film-franchise. As these films contain subliminal and overt religious signalling crafted by members of GoI-004 "The Church of the Broken God", SCP-6451's request to view the films was granted in hopes that a link between the two would surface. SCP-6451 was incredibly engaged by the films, calling them "masterpieces", and spending multiple interviews discussing them with personnel at length. A connection to the Church has yet to be determined. During early containment, when punitive measures were being explored as a means of extracting information from SCP-6451, the entity was threatened with a position as D-Class personnel. SCP-6451, much to the chagrin of attending staff, excitedly accepted this position and proceeded to defy most commands given to it during testing attempts. Two indirect object neutralizations, a large loss of data, and a containment breach resulted before SCP-6451 was pulled from duty. For three weeks, SCP-6451 responded to all questions with the statement "I'm nobody" and refused to elaborate. This prompted a large-scale investigation of all documents related to GoI-000, "Nobody" in hopes of correlating them to SCP-6451. The investigation was inconclusive, and SCP-6451's motivation for repetition of this phrase remains unknown, with SCP-6451 feigning ignorance to ever doing so. SCP-6451 consumes both its finger and toe nails. Because SCP-6451 performs within the above-average margins on intelligence measuring tests, it is assumed the majority, if not all of these actions, are performed with the intent of SCP-6451 amusing itself and not due to a medical or mental condition, as several personnel have suggested. Addendum.6451.2: Status Update On 2020/8/29, SCP-6451 died of unknown causes inside its containment chamber, marking 68 years of containment. Both autopsy of SCP-6451 and analysis of the chamber did not suggest a probable cause of death. Following SCP-6451's death, Area-179's Directorial Board held a conference regarding the object's continued status as an SCP file despite it not displaying any known anomalous properties. This conversation lasted for twelve consecutive hours. Proposed solutions included designating it as decommissioned, -EX, or -ARC, all of which were denied for not meeting necessary criteria to do so. The conference concluded that the SCP-6451 file would remain untouched in hopes that ongoing RAISA reassessment of ASCI documents would reveal SCP-6451’s original documentation. Two days later, on 2020/8/31, the cadaver of SCP-6451 ejected a small piece of paper from the entity's navel. A transcription of the text, which was written in pencil, has been reproduced below. Congratulations! You've found The "Guy" Man! Collect them all: ✅ The "Guy" Man You did it! Well done! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6451" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6451. Licensed under CC-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: guy Name: Raymond Mercellin 1950 Author: Anonymous License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6452 | safe | Item #: SCP-6452 Special Containment Procedures: Please send healthy, alive, human test subjects (disposable) to the offices of Dr. Smithson daily, located in room 5A in the basement of Area-179. Observing this experimentation is bad, bad, punishable by death. O5 Council has said so. Description: SCP-6452 is a fleshy, thin strip of skin found on all human bodies that stretches so far. From the top of the cute little head to the bottom of the constricted, tight waist. SCP-6452 is invisible, yes, and only can be seen by esteemed researcher Dr. Smithson. That’s just how it is. Applying force and tearing back SCP-6452, ripping and peeling away the yucky trash from that horrid looking body allows access to a subject’s gooey, creamy center. Everything inside is edible, from the meaty cutlets of lard and tissue to the stringy, stuffed tubes near the bottom. Make sure to crack and suck the insides of the bones too. Though removal of the exterior layer attached to SCP-6452 results in the subject’s neutralization, Dr. Smithson knows how to keep them alive as long as possible with his expert precision. Makes flavor better. The crunching of the organs and guzzling of the juices is more than enough reason to continue Dr. Smithson’s research very quickly with swiftness. Extreme caution not to choke on the chewiness of the contents inside. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The Foundation is presently aware of the peculiarities of the above file. The matter is presently being investigated. Page has been edit locked by the request of its author, Dr. Smithson, who has verified his identity via blood sample. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6452" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6452. Licensed under CC-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-6453 | safe | SCP-6453 - Shit Yeti return of the king Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6453 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6453's previous residence, an ice hole on Mt. Everest Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Dune R. McFarland N/A Mt. Everest, the origin of SCP-6453 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation essentials outpost and protective door have been constructed at the entrance of SCP-6453’s cave. Due to the massive amounts of excrement and waste present in the containment chamber, all personnel making contact with SCP-6453 are to wear sealed HAZMAT suits. Completed SCP-6453-1 instances are to be disposed of using the on-site incinerator. SCP-6453 is kept unaware of the disposal process, and is led to believe its materials were delivered safely to the intended individual. The anomaly's secluded location has deemed further containment procedures unnecessary. Description: SCP-6453 is an ape-like humanoid entity, standing at 4.6 meters tall. Its physique is muscular, with gray skin, a tuft of fur1 , a pronounced brow ridge, flared nostrils, and a curved crest on its forehead. On top of anomalously enhanced strength, SCP-6453’s skin has demonstrated advanced durability, able to withstand ammunition and similarly high impact forces. SCP-6453 is capable of producing large amounts of excrement— up to 480 kilograms per day— regardless of nutritional intake. SCP-6453 has produced waste equivalent to all seven types on the Bristol Stool Chart2. SCP-6453 displays autocoprophagia3, and as a result shows signs of conditions associated with the fecal-oral route, most prominently vibrio cholerae, helminthiasis (intestinal worm infection), and toxoplasmosis, among others. These conditions manifest in SCP-6453 showing symptoms such as excessive vomiting, diarrhea, bloody stool, seizures, and bacterial infection, but do not deter SCP-6453 from continuing its ordinary pattern of behavior or cause the entity discomfort. SCP-6453 will use its hands, feet, and mouth to knead, mold, and chew its waste into a hollow square box, which it will then fill with additional excrement. The end result of this process is designated SCP-6453-1. The majority of SCP-6453’s activity is composed of vacating its bowels, subsequent sculpting, and consumption of excess material. SCP-6453 verbally communicates with a limited understanding of the English language, but demonstrates awareness of social cues and its surroundings through body language and guttural vocalizations. The only words SCP-6453 has spoken thus far have been the names of prominent American politicians. Examples of such names include Herbert Hoover, Ronald Reagan, Nancy Pelosi, and Ross Perot. No discernible pattern or preference of any sort has been derived from these names. When an instance of SCP-6453-1 is left untouched for a duration of two minutes, it will disappear entirely. The object will then reappear at the present location of its intended recipient, as stated by SCP-6453 upon “completing” an SCP-6453-1 instance. Physical contact with SCP-6453-1 prior to the delivery process interrupts the item’s disappearance. No disease has resulted from a recipient coming into contact with a “delivered” SCP-6453-1 instance. Addendum.6453.1: History The phenomenon of SCP-6453-1 instances appearing before American politicians has been documented since 1863, when President Abraham Lincoln awoke to find a box of excrement in his bed, resulting in a domestic incident between the President and his wife. Days later, a SCP-6453-1 instance manifested and dropped on the head of Chief Justice Roger B. Taney during a Supreme Court hearing. The ensuing investigation was headed by the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI), and while thousands of cases were documented and covered up over the years, a source or explanation for the phenomenon remained unknown until 2017, when the U.S Army discovered SCP-6453 residing in an ice hole on Mt. Everest during an investigation of unrelated anomalous phenomena. Initial report follows. SUMMARIZED AFTER-ACTION REPORT XE12H The first thing we noticed was the smell. Even through the filtration equipment, about a half hour out from the cave, it was there, and it grew stronger with every step we took. Inside, the stench was overwhelming. Carross, Jackson, and Potekin passed out, while the rest of us were struggling to breathe the entire time. It was shit, as far as we could see. Shit on the ground, shit dripping from the ceiling, shit that was discolored and runny, and shit that was frozen over. Some of it was piled into mounds, and some of it was thrown across the cave, molded into half-finished shapes and designs. It wasn’t ordinary excrement either. It was laced with mucus and blood, and if you looked close enough, you’d see tiny bugs crawling around in the shit piles, living in turd castles their colonies called home. If you didn’t watch your step over some of the more uneven, steep terrain, you’d find yourself face-down in a puddle of liquid-brown. In the distance, we heard the deep, strained cries of the entity, tempting us to explore the ice-hole deeper. After about 5 minutes of wading through waste of varying consistencies, including a knee-deep bog of diarrhea and a tunnel of shit that we had to crawl through, we funneled into a foyer. There it was. A great ape, squatting on the ground with its legs outstretched, attempting to relieve itself atop a mountain of hardened, black excrement. Its cries echoed throughout the cave, as did the plopping sound of a freshly squeezed pile of feces seconds later. When I say this monkey’s butthole was blown out, I mean that its prolapsed anus, the size of a man’s head, was practically dragging on the floor. Then it noticed us, and with arms outstretched, offered some of its waste. We tried to back away, but the entity became aggressive. Lieeman fired, and the rest of us followed suit. Its skin was as tough as its shit. I radioed for backup, but I knew it’d be hours before we could be rescued. The thing made us watch. They said we were in there for less than six hours, but time works differently when you’re covered in Yeti crap from head to toe. The monkey would shit, and then play with the shit, and then once it was molded into a shit-box, it’d toss it over to us and scream out George Bush’s name. We’re not sure if it wanted the father or the son. Then it’d snatch the box back, cock its head all disappointed-like, and smash it to pieces. Sometimes it got aggressive and flung the shit back at us, or tried to get us to eat it. Smashing its maggot-infested, bloody, stinking shit up against our respirators and rubbing it in our hair. God, I can still taste it. If one of us vomited, it’d get all excited, scoop up the puke, and mash it in with the shit. It was a goddamn nightmare. Eventually, they airlifted us out. The yeti gave chase, but it lost interest as soon as we stepped out of the cave. We opened communications with the UIU first, but a Foundation representative was on-site within the hour. Right now, half of my team is getting their stomach pumped in the medical bay, while the other half still haven’t left the showers. That thing’s poop was in my mouth. I ate its feces. After an assessment of its behaviors and understanding the correlation between previously documented incidents and the entity, the Foundation attempted to take custody of SCP-6453. This was deterred by the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), who argued that SCP-6453 was liable to be charged with the harassment of countless prominent political figures, and its containment would fall under the jurisdiction of the federal government. After an extensive legal battle and diplomatic discourse between the Foundation and the Unusual Incidents Unit, custody of SCP-6453 was given to the Foundation. In an official memo, the UIU cited that the entity was “…unable to recognize any consequences placed upon it”, and felt that containment was a waste of resources. Current containment procedures were put in place following the Foundation’s cataloging of the anomaly. Addendum.6453.2: Interview Log In an attempt to understand SCP-6453’s motivations for the continued harassment of political figures, an interview was held. »BEGIN LOG« Dr. McFarland, dressed in a HAZMAT suit, stands inside the foyer of SCP-6453’s cavern, taking notes. He is covered in excrement. SCP-6453 is sitting in a corner, smashing its waste into formation. Dr. McFarland: SCP-6453, what’s, uh, what’s going on? SCP-6453 looks up at McFarland and motions the doctor forward. McFarland follows. Dr. McFarland: Who’s this one for? SCP-6453: BILL CLINTON. Dr. McFarland: Bill Clinton, right. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the point of all this? Why do you send these out? SCP-6453 grunts and delivers what is believed to be an explanation. The entity gesticulates and verbalizes for an extended period of time, occasionally smearing crude symbols onto the wall using its excrement-covered hands. After five minutes of uninterrupted elaboration, SCP-6453 draws what is clearly intended to be a ‘heart’ shape around a simplistic figure of a human holding a square. Dr. McFarland: I see… SCP-6453 stops sculpting, and stares at the box it has molded. The entity screams in frustration and slams it into the cavern wall. The entity puts its head to its knees, and remains in this position for a period of time. Dr. McFarland is unable to communicate with SCP-6453 for the duration of the interview. »END LOG« Researcher’s Note: My observation of SCP-6453 has shown that the anomaly is not only remarkably intelligent, but also appears to view the objects it molds its excrement into with a sense of pride. Its creative ambition is reminiscent of the human artist, including periods of intensive self-reflection and bursts of inspiration. SCP-6453 deliberates on an SCP-6453-1 instance heavily before it's “complete”, though the criteria by which it measures success remain unknown. On average, SCP-6453 finishes an SCP-6453-1 instance and prepares it for delivery about twice a week. - Dr. R. McFarland Addendum.6453.3: Behavior Report Statement to Area-179 Re: SCP-6453 Prepared by Dr. R. McFarland 2017/11/12 For months, SCP-6453 has been led to believe that an instance of SCP-6453-1, upon completion, is delivered to its intended recipient. The entity’s trusting nature, undoubtedly due to our non-aggressive approach in interacting with it, has enabled us to safely dispose of SCP-6453-1 instances via an on-site incinerator unit after they are handed to us. Over the past three weeks, SCP-6453 has displayed uncharacteristic behavior akin to depression and intense lethargy found in humans. Examples include sleeping for more than twelve hours a day, decreased productivity, refusal of food— including its own excrement— and a total lack of creative activity. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6453 have been met with dismissal and sometimes aggression. I believe the reason for this abrupt shift in behavior can be traced to an event that occurred a day before SCP-6453 began displaying noticeable changes in its demeanor. A transcript has been included below. The security door installed on the front of SCP-6453’s cave slides open, and two Foundation security guards — Kowitz and Horn— enter, each outfitted with a ventilated HAZMAT suit. The interior is littered with excrement, which coats the walls and floors in every direction. SCP-6453 sits at the center, repeatedly punching a wad excrement in order for it to fit inside the "box" it had sculpted earlier. Kowitz: Hey, big guy. SCP-6453 vocalizes a deep grunt as it spatters a "lid" on top of the SCP-6453-1 instance. Kowitz: You got something for us? SCP-6453 lifts itself from the ground and approaches the two guards, outstretching its arms repeatedly, thrusting the SCP-6453-1 instance towards them. Kowitz: Woah, look at you go! Who's this one for? SCP-6453: TED CRUZ. Kowitz: Ted Cruz? Alright, I'll make sure he gets it. Have a good one, fella! SCP-6453 nods, grunts, and returns to the center of the cave, where it assumes a squatting position and prepares to produce more excrement. Horn: Carl. What’s the fucking deal with this thing? Kowitz: The abominable shitman? Uh, what do you mean? He’s a big, stinky bigfoot that mails his poop to politicians. What else do you need to know? Horn: Yeah, but what’s the point? What’s his motivation? The whole concept just seems so crude and juvenile. Kowitz: I don’t make the rules, bud. I just help enforce them. If stuff was comprehensible, we wouldn’t be calling it anomalous. Just is. Come on, we got a delivery to make for Mr. Cruz! Kowitz puts emphasis on the last sentence. SCP-6453 grunts from the corner and waves. Horn: Alright, let’s burn this shit. Did I tell you the flames accidentally nicked me last time? Still can’t feel my pinky. (Laughs) SCP-6453 stares and tilts its head at the two of them. Kowitz hits Horn and coughs loudly. He pushes him out of the cave as the two exit the chamber to incinerate the SCP-6453-1 instance. Kowitz and Horn were both reprimanded for an informational security breach in regards to the incineration of the SCP-6453-1 instances, a process intended to be kept hidden from SCP-6453 to ensure compliance. In the days following, SCP-6453 began to display its current behavior patterns, and directly indicated that Horn’s statement affected it profusely. Attempts to convince SCP-6453 that its excrement was being delivered to its intended recipients were met with failure and bouts of aggression from the entity. A transcript of my latest attempt at communication with SCP-6453 is included below. Dr. McFarland enters the innermost chamber of the cave. SCP-6453 does not acknowledge the doctor’s presence. Instead, it sits on a clump of excrement in front of a pile of waste molded into the shape of a desk and a computer. The entity haphazardly “clicks” a mouse made of its waste. Dr. McFarland: Hey, how are you doing? SCP-6453 collapses forward, breaking through the waste structures and falling to the floor. It groans. As this is a clear case of containment-induced depression, I’m wondering if there is anything you, or the rest of the Integration Project4 board can do for us here? Thank you for your consideration. The above document was received by Area-179 and discussed by the board over several meetings. A potential solution was pitched to the necessary channels, and was met with hesitation, but passed regardless. Area-179 Integration Project Board Dr. R. McFarland, After much deliberation and a few called-in favors, we managed to work something out. I’ve attached the preparation document below. It’s not integration, exactly, but it’s definitely going to be a quality-of-life improvement for our filthy fellow. Now, the Overseer Council may be stretching the definition of what a prominent American political figure is, but when you think about it, SCP-6453 should be ecstatic at the prospects here. Give it a look when you can. [SCP-6453 Rehabilitation Planner] Dr. J. Dune Area-179 Site Director On 2018/2/12, after weeks of preparation, available members of the Overseer Council gathered at Secure Facility Site-025 for a conference. Curated transcript follows. O5-12, O5-2, O5-7, O5-8, and O5-3 are seated in an ornate conference room, all wearing ventilated HAZMAT suits. Several armed personnel stand guard. O5-2: I can’t believe this actually passed. O5-12: It’s… good press? Like a Make-A-Wish kid. O5-2: We are the fucking press, Twelve. O5-7: It’ll be over quickly. If it keeps the turd cryptid happy and healthy, it’s not a total waste. Besides, we do owe the Board a favor for that whole… invasion incident a while back. Dr. McFarland enters the room, smiling. Dr. McFarland: Overseers! It’s time! Again, the Integration Board graciously thanks you for your audience and assistance in SCP-6453’s containment. Uh, we hope you find this experience eye-opening. May we present to you SCP-6453. SCP-6453 enters the room, wearing a heavily stained tuxedo. The entity ecstatically vocalizes and gesticulates to the conference table. SCP-6453: [DATA EXPUNGED]6 SCP-6453 rushes over to O5-7 and begins shaking the Overseer’s hand. Dr. McFarland: You’re his favorite Reconstruction-era president, Seven! O5-7: O-Oh, it’s always nice to meet a fan in this day and age. O5-7 looks at the dirtied glove of his suit, which is now covered in excrement. An armed guard wheels in a large box. SCP-6453 opens it. Dr. McFarland: And what we all gathered here for. SCP-6453’s handmade artwork, made especially for the Council. He hopes you will appreciate it. SCP-6453 triumphantly vocalizes and beats its hands against its chest. It retrieves five instances of SCP-6453-1 from the box and passes them out to each Overseer. Each gift is accompanied by a hand-shake, or in O5-7’s case, a hug. O5-12: Oh, thank you, SCP-6453. These are truly magnificent. O5-2 vomits inside their suit. McFarland gestures to the Overseers to clap, and the room collectively applauds SCP-6453. SCP-6453 begins crying. Chemical analysis later determined the tears to be watery stool. SCP-6453: THANK YOU. SCP-6453’s presentation to the Council proved to successfully better the anomaly’s temperament and state of mind. SCP-6453 now focuses its efforts on crafting SCP-6453-1 instances solely for the Overseer Council, as well as other prominent Foundation personnel embedded in American politics, to receive. As a result, the Integration Program has determined that these presentations are to occur monthly to ensure proper mental health for SCP-6453. A gallery of SCP-6453-1 instances has been erected inside Secure Facility Site-02. Footnotes 1. Though SCP-6453’s fur has been heavily stained and matted to the point of discoloration. 2. Type 1 indicates hard, separate, clumped stool, associated with severe constipation. Type 2 refers to clumped stool, with a sausage-like shape. Type 3 is similar to type 2, but displays interstices on its surface. Type 4 is entirely smooth, with considerable length in comparison to previous types. Type 5 are separated, soft globules indicating fiber deprivation. Type 6 has a loose consistency with sharper edges, commonly found in mild cases of diarrhea. Type 7 is a watery movement, with no solid stool. 3. Consumption of one’s own feces. 4. A committee of researchers at Area-179 who focus on ethical accommodations, rehabilitation efforts, and potential integration into the Foundation’s command structure for contained anomalies. 5. An unlisted facility staffed exclusively by high-ranking Foundation personnel, used to store and research anomalies of the highest sensitivity to Foundation security. 6. SCP-6453 demonstrates awareness of all of the present overseers' identities as prominent political figures, stating their common names. Removed for security purposes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6453" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6453. Licensed under CC-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: icehole Name: File:Lovenbreen Ice cave 8.JPG Author: Superchilum License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: wikimedia commons Filename: everest Name: Mount Everest from Kalapatthar. Author: Pavel Novak License: CC-BY-SA-2.5 Source Link: wikimedia commons |
SCP-6454 | esoteric-class | The air tilts at a sickening angle. The streets are crowded, yet empty. Cold, yet sharp. Up, yet left. The Painting That Ate Paris, Texas SCP-6454 — The Painting That Ate Paris, Texas "In the name of Duchamp and Tzara and Breton, in all the names of that sweet celestial host but most of all in the blessed name of Saint Arthur Cravan, the nihilist martyr, we offer you… The Painting That Ate Paris!" 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } ITEM#: SCP-6454 LEVEL▼▼ Double Unsecret SATIATION CLASS: starveling SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: amida RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-6454 (behind a lemonade stand), shortly after eating Paris, Texas. Surrealistic Contrapment Policies: SCP-6454 is to be contained within the north-left wing of Site-⌘'s anart.A word which here means "anomalous art," "anxious arthropod," or "ah! an artist!" gallery, right between the stuffed heads of those dogs that play poker and the box where we keep Monet's real paintings..I'm not allowed to describe them here, but they're quite saucy, I'll have you know. When interpreting or critiquing SCP-6454, viewers are not to use the following terms: Color Shape Texture Emotion Depth Paint Personnel are not to feed SCP-6454 if it requests food in a manner that could be considered impolite— like screaming, telekinetically yanking some poor sod's limbs off, or devouring the entire facility again..It can never keep us down, mind. Like a children's toy from any fast food restaurant, Site-⌘ is a choking hazard. If SCP-6454 requests food politely.As it is a painting and cannot speak, a "polite request" is composed of pleasing weather patterns and freeform jazz. it is to be fed immediately. Watching SCP-6454 eat isn't disallowed, but let's just say the roving glass storms aren't the only reason why we have so many emergency eye-wash stations in our art gallery..Trust me when I say you're not missing out. There is a downright distressing amount of slime involved in the process. SCP-6454 can be fed pretty much anything on hand, with the following exceptions: Milk products.Lactose intolerance. Anything in sets of prime numbers Mirrors Trickle-down economics Feet.Lack-toes intolerance. Windows The flayed corpse of God The Spanglish Inquisition Butterflies Lists.I threw some lists into this document to prevent SCP-6454 from chowing down on it. You're welcome. Photo of SCP-6454 (with lens cap) in containment. Description: SCP-6454 is a 1.5 meter by 1 meter canvas painting.See attached image to the right. that was discovered on 07/28/2017 in the center of a ~59.65 km2 expanse that previously held the landscape of Paris, Texas. It is not currently known how SCP-6454 was created, who/what created it, or how arrived in Paris..Investigators claim that it's probably not important anyway and that they'd like to see you try, if you're so smart. All that is currently known about this event is that when SCP-6454 ate Paris, it only left behind 9-year-old Mary Ashling's handmade lemonade stand..See attached image above. Ashling is currently in Foundation custody, pending interrogation. Addendum 6454+1: MTF Logs Shortly after Paris, Texas' disappearance was made known to the Foundation, Mobile Task Force ⌘-0.25 ("Doomed Patrol") was dispatched to retrieve SCP-6454 and ascertain the whereabouts of Paris' inhabitants. Exploration Team: MTF ⌘-0.25 Subject: SCP-6454 Team Lead: Vincent Von Vincent Team Members: Abthony South (Navigator), Sasha Escher (Anart Specialist), The Late Octavia Key (Ghost Lawyer) Sasha Escher EXTERIOR: A VAST WASTELAND. MIDDAY. [The sound of dirt, tiny rocks, and beetle shells crunching underfoot. The faint stench of boredom. MTF ⌘-0.25 strolls towards Ashling's lemonade stand. Their transport.A vintage 1973 Volkswagen Beetle half-embeded in the week-old corpse of an antarctic minke whale. lies not far behind them in a smoking wreck.] Escher: —both at the same time?! [Delighted.] South, you dog! South: I— yes. What? Vincent: Heads up, everyone. Our bodycams just switched on. I set them to only record when interesting things are happening, so keep your third eyes peeled. Copy? South: Copy. Key: Copy. Escher: Copied! [The group nears the lemonade stand. SCP-6454 is leaned up against it in plain sight.] Key: This is the anomaly, yes? South: Looks a bit shit. Vincent: What's your read on this, Escher? [Escher scrapes a bit of paint off of SCP-6454 with her fingernail and pops it into her mouth. She hums thoughtfully.] Escher: [Thoughtful.] Hmmmmm. Escher: It's alive, but dormant right now after a big meal. Hasn't yet gotten to digesting, either, which is good for the Tex… Escher: Texans? Texites? [Pause.] Texicans! Vincent: Is there a way we could enter the painting without being eaten? Escher: 'Course. It's like this: art is a mirror, yeah? Reflects the dark heart of man or whatever. The question is: is your reflection in there… Abthony South (right) and SCP-6454 (left, covered by a slightly larger picture) INTERIOR: PARIS, TEXAS. UN-DAY. Escher: …or out here? [The sky is the spoiled yellow of the hollow sun's oceanic kidneys. Paris has been made wrong, or inside-out, or destroyed and replaced with a perfect replica, but you know, you just know that something is off. The air tilts at a sickening angle. The streets are crowded, yet empty. Cold, yet sharp. Up, yet left.] Escher: Great work, me. Key: I feel like I'm gonna yarf. South: …Can you even do that? Key: You don't want to find out. Escher: I do. Vincent: Focus. We need to find the location that the anomaly began eating from. Key: Why? Vincent: Because the end is always found at the beginning, where the end is. Or the middle, sometimes. Vincent: Obviously. South: I'll lead us there. Vincent: Have you picked up a scent? South: [Hastily shoving the script to SCP-6454 into his back pocket.] Sure, we'll call it that. Octavia Key, two weeks prior to Department of Surrealistics recruitment. OUTERIOR: EIFFEL TOWER WEARING A COWBOY HAT. (NO, REALLY.) NOONISH. [The Eiffel Tower heaves with the bodies of SCP-6454's gut microbiota. They crawl and twist and shiver, a postmodern swirl of color and light stretched, membrane-thin, across the bars of the tower. They are a bookshelf made bare, a prosthetic hand without fingers, a frozen plum.] South: We won't be able to do anything about Paris with these things swarming the place. Vincent: Agreed. Key? Key: I'll handle it. [Key steps forward, crackling ectoplasmic energy alighting in the gelid furnace of her chest. The caverns of her eyes shine with bright darkness as the dead begin to manifest around her. The corpses of conversations, relationships, moments, moods.] South: [Glancing at the camera.] This is going to be really good. [Key calls to the dead and they rise to meet it, crawling up into the world of the living through the temple of her vocal chords. A carcass legion drags itself from the muck of charnel realities, its teeth stained with moss, its blades encased in rust. With a single voice, the dead speak.] Key: WE WOULD LIKE TO NEGOTIATE. South: South: Wait, wha— Vincent Von Vincent (probably) EXTRATERIOR: CONFERENCE ROOM B12. 25:64 PM. [The group sits with several nondescript lawyers in a generic conference room. What, you want a word picture about this, too?] SCP-6454 Microbiota Representative: I think I can say with certainty that our clients will be quite pleased with this arrangement. [South looks around, confused.] South: When did we get here? Key: So long as Paris is returned to the "real world" with all of its inhabitants intact, my people will say the same. Escher: You can say that again! South: Why would she say that agai— hold on. [South pages through the script, silently mouthing out words as he speed-reads.] Vincent: All's well that ends well! [Everyone laughs. Freeze frame.] [Everyone laughs. Freeze frame.] South: South: South: Seriously, what the fu— CREDITS. Addendum 6454+2: Paris Recovery Shortly after Paris, Texas was removed from the painting, Class B and Class ⌘ amnestics were applied to the city via an old-timey biplane flying overhead with two open buckets..Class B amnestics remove memories from people. Class ⌘ amnestics remove memories from places. At time of writing, Paris has been successfully rezippered and returned to consensus (un)reality. Addendum 6454+3: Addendum 6454+4 A standard size postage stamp has been discovered on the back of SCP-6454. The following text was written on it in large block capitals with mango-scented marker: Greetings and saluditations, fellow reprobates! I must say, I am rather disappointed with you! Here I thought this "Department of Surrealistics" shared our ideals— when it turns out you're just like the rest of those fun-hating Foundation fuddy-duddies. You really ought to loosen up. Life's a party, after all, and we're all invited! Live a little! Take a risk! Steal from your workplace! Feed a city full of thinking, feeling people to a malevolent painting! We were going to invite you to our semi-annual barbecue & knitting tournament, you know. I had a roast pig stored in my cold oven.An appliance that people who are wrong call a "fridge." just for you!.Oh, but I do enjoy these footnotes! There's no need to worry about hard or harmed feelings, however. We meant to send the painting to that other Paris, but someone who's about to lose their job (among many, many other things) got the aim wrong. If anything, we owe you for cleaning up our mistake! You can keep the painting— consider it my gift to you. Hugs and kisses, Rataplan R. 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SCP-6455 | keter | by stormbreath Item#: 6455 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Eagle Rock neighborhood of Los Angeles. Primary locus for SCP-6455 murders. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is, at present, unaware of a viable long-term containment strategy for SCP-6455. Containment teams are currently working on devising potential means to permanently contain SCP-6455, or contain SCP-6455 for an extended period of time. The cremains of SCP-6455-N are interred at the Site-19 Morgue, in the reality-anchored sector. Description: SCP-6455 is a recurring series of anomalous murders, perpetrated in the same style and manner as SCP-6455-N. SCP-6455-N was an anomalous serial killer active in Los Angeles County between 1965 and 1976, prior to his capture by the Foundation. SCP-6455-N was previously designated as SCP-6455 and was reclassified as SCP-6455-N following his suicide in 1984. On average, SCP-6455 events occur once every three months. Since their initial manifestation, the occurrence rate of events has been gradually increasing. Generally, SCP-6455 events are localized to the Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area, but events linked to SCP-6455 have been discovered as far north as Seattle, Washington and as far east as Denver, Colorado. All confirmed SCP-6455 events have occurred in the United States of America. Murders that occur as part of SCP-6455 frequently leave behind non-identifying evidence, and materially change and disturb the scenes of the crime, as if a killer had been present. However, no cases that occur as part of SCP-6455 have an actual perpetrator, and all associated evidence is instead generated spontaneously by SCP-6455. In no instances has identifying evidence been left behind: no fingerprints, biological evidence, or personal effects. SCP-6455-N was a white American male (1941-1984), known to the public as the "Eagle Rock Doppelganger" and the "Los Angeles Mimic" (ERD/LAM). SCP-6455-N killed for the first time in 1960 while living in Yuma, Arizona, but did not commit any further murders until moving to Los Angeles in 1965, following which he began to commit a series of murders and assaults. SCP-6455-N possessed a minor antimemetic property which caused crucial evidence linking him to his crimes to be ignored, misremembered, or misinterpreted. This antimemetic effect was significantly stronger on police officers and detectives. Testimony from Youssef Sayed Chief Investigator of SCP-6455 Formerly SCP Antimemetics Division Before we got involved in the case, everybody thought that ERD/LAM was one of the most genius killers the country had ever seen. But here's the thing: SCP-6455-N was never that fucking bright. Yes, he was able to commit fifty-three verified murders and sixteen verified attempts over the course of nine years — a decent showing for a serial killer — but the man was a fucking idiot. Everything he got away with he got away with because the cops couldn't put the clues together. I remember the first time I investigated one of his crime scenes, just after we linked the case to antimemetics. I flew into Los Angeles, hopped up on mnestics and at full awareness. Mnestics sharpen your senses like a whetstone, and I spent my days hyperfixating on grains of sand. There were four of us on the team, and we were like a pack of dogs, ready to find the slightest, smallest hint of a clue that ERD/LAM had left behind. If there was anything, we were going to find it and pick it apart. I walked into the house and took a look at the little table next to the door. There was library card that I didn't think anything of it. But one of my colleagues happened to take a peek — it didn't belong to the owner of the house. A quick check of the library card's owner and we found ERD/LAM the next day. Folded as soon as we came to talk. He'd left his damn library card at the scene of the crime. Out in the open. The cops just didn't notice. He only got away with it as long as he did because he had a blessing keeping him around. The fact it worked better on cops, well. That only helped him more. Everything he got away with was luck, just luck. The modus operandi of SCP-6455-N was to stalk victims and their houses long-term, in order to establish when they would be leaving and entering the house. Victims were normally unmarried without any other cohabitating individuals. When they left the house, SCP-6455-N would enter, wait for them to return, and then execute them with a handgun upon their return. While occupying a residence, SCP-6455-N would normally pretend to be the victim, mimicking their life and performing household tasks for them, such as feeding pets, watering plants and doing loads of laundry. These actions led to public media initially referring to SCP-6455-N as the Eagle Rock Doppelganger, and later as the Los Angeles Mimic (after he had begun to attack a broader area in the city). You have to understand: SCP-6455-N was sloppy. Unimaginably. He spent hours in people's houses. He was spotted by neighbors, but his anomaly convinced them he was somebody else. His fingerprints absolutely covered every inch of a house - he never once wore gloves inside. I managed to find a few times that the dogs, knowing he was a intruder, bit him and drew blood that got into the carpet. The police just ignored it. Not hidden in the slightest, but they couldn't notice it. He didn't get away with all of the murders, it's worth noting, but that didn't help us. When we finally caught SCP-6455-N, I went to one of the few survivors to confirm what happened. She was shaken up by it, but willing to talk to us. But she couldn't remember his face, or his voice. He wasn't wearing a mask. He had stood there looking at her before he shot her and ran — she got a good look at his face, but couldn't remember it. She was shaken up by that. She had seen him — rather well, in fact. But that didn't help her. She didn't understand why she didn't remember his face. Just wanted to know what he looked like. Can you imagine not wearing a mask while on a serial killing spree? And then letting a victim see you, and not even confirm you killed her? It's baffling to me, but I suppose you don't need to cover your tracks when you're able to get away with it. SCP-6455-N was one of the first antimemetic anomalies found by the newly formed Antimemetics Division in 1976. While reviewing potential anomalies, the ERD/LAM case was flagged as being likely to have some measure of antimemetic involvement. Despite the mannerisms of the killer being likely to leave identifying evidence (and as later determined, did indeed leave such evidence), no leads had been generated in the case. Antimemetics Division Agents, including Youssef Sayed, were embedded into the Los Angeles Police Department to investigate the murder. These agents were able to quickly determine the identity of SCP-6455-N and led to his capture by the Foundation. The general public was left unaware of the discovery of SCP-6455-N's identity, or that he had been captured. Addendum A: Manifestation of SCP-6455 For the first three years following the capture of SCP-6455-N, no further incidents occurred. However, in 1979, a murder case with identical modus operandi took place. The Antimemetics Division was deployed to investigate, but was unable to find any evidence, even when under the influence of strong mnestic drugs. It was baffling. What was left at the scene was basically what you would have seen at the scene of the crime if you weren't on mnestics. It looked like we were in the shoes that the cops had been in; a staggering lack of anything resembling evidence. So we tore the place to shreds, pouring over every last fragment of evidence we could. We kept insisting to each other that there had to be actual evidence somewhere at the scene, but we couldn't find it. We were haunted by the idea that we were on the wrong side of the punch this time, that something had managed to surpass our strongest mnestics. Haunted by ERD/LAM, even though we knew he was rotting away in a prison cell, never again to see the light of day. Z-Class mnestics. The strongest there is, universally lethal. But you will remember everything. Put some D-Class on them, and set them to work in the houses. Is there anything here that puts a buzzing behind your eyes? Anything that isn't in that unforgettable ultra high definition in your sight? But it was never there, not a single thread we hadn't noticed. Should we count them as victims of SCP-6455? Or is that just an attempt to deflect the blame from ourselves? But there were no antimemes: the evidence was genuinely missing and you couldn't make it come back. No matter what you did, no matter how many lives you ruined in the process. Due to the apparent lack of antimemetic influence, Agent Sayed left the Antimemetics Division to lead a joint task force comprised of members of a variety of Foundation Divisions, with the sole mission of investigating SCP-6455. Several possible explanations for the continued crime scheme were initially developed by the this task force, but each had serious issues that resulted in them discarded. Explanations of several of the strongest initial theories, developed in the first decade of SCP-6455 occurrences (1979-1989), follow below. The initial theory developed by the Foundation was that SCP-6455-N had spontaneously developed a new ability to anomalously project his influence beyond his physical reach. This theory was initially unpopular, as it did not follow from the known anomaly of SCP-6455-N (a weak antimemetic effect) and SCP-6455-N did not have any knowledge of anomalous workings or thaumaturgy. Further, changing SCP-6455-N's containment cell to a reality-anchored chamber did not abate SCP-6455. Finally, SCP-6455-N displayed no knowledge of any of the new cases. This theory was formally rejected in 1984, when SCP-6455-N committed suicide in his containment chamber. When SCP-6455 events continued to occur, it was surmised that the above theory was insufficient. The idea of SCP-6455-N having become a spectral entity was briefly suspected, but rejected when the crime scenes had no evidence of ectoplasm or any spectral interference. The next theory was that of a copy-cat killer, with similar but stronger abilities to SCP-6455-N. Given the need for such a killer to have abilities stronger than any currently developed mnestic drugs, this theory was not taken as particularly likely. This theory was rejected after a triple occurrence of three murders on the same day in Los Angeles, Phoenix and Las Vegas. The Antimemetics Division concluded it was near-impossible that there were multiple individuals with the relevant antimemetic abilities. We couldn't figure it out. We couldn't figure it out for over a decade. I had started on the Antimemetics Division, but my experience with this case led to me working on a special task that only investigated this case, as a joint task force. We were the best of the best, from every field in the Foundation and allied with the UIU and Coalition. Trying to come to the bottom of this. There was just … nothing to go on, forever. No evidence. Just continued pain and suffering. The victims kept piling up, but the killer was nowhere to be found. And of course, the general public knew about him. Still knows about him. He wasn't a secret back in the day, and we didn't think it was worth it to cover it up back in the day. Whenever a new victim is found — I go to the funerals and the vigils. Every few months, except when it enters one of those rare and feared lull phases. One of the more public members of the task force goes up to make empty promises to everyone that they'll catch ERD/LAM this time, that his decades long reign of terror is over. That this time we're going to fix it. I look straight into the eyes of parents from the most recent killing, and then go and repeat myself to parents from the oldest killings. It never gets easier. Addendum B: Operational Theory of SCP-6455 It was not until 1991, twelve years after the initial manifestation of SCP-6455 events, that a workable theory as to the occurrence of SCP-6455 was developed. During a Foundation conference, Youssef Sayed met with Doctor Solomon Keller, an experienced noospherics researcher. Dr. Keller had recently been performing investigation into noospheric to material crossover — thoughtforms from the noosphere powerful or developed enough to have impact in the material world. Agent Sayed invited Dr. Keller to join the SCP-6455 Task Force, in order to see if there was any possible link between Dr. Keller's theories and the murders. While investigating the first SCP-6455 event to occur following Dr. Keller joining the team, significant evidence was found to confirm this possibility. Residual evidence at the scene of the crime was consistent with Dr. Keller's hypothesized residuals of noospheric interference. With evidence found supporting Dr. Keller's theory, the SCP-6455 Task Force began investigation into the responsible thoughtform. This led to the discovery of a metastasized complex in the noosphere, which was deemed responsible for SCP-6455. The year is 1991. I'm always looking for new people to join the task force — new branches of study, new angles we didn't consider. We weren't getting anywhere with how we were handling it, despite all of our efforts. That took me to one of those conferences, one of the big ones that everyone attends. I'm at a bar one night, having a drink and explaining the problems of the field, talking to one Doctor Solomon Keller. I didn't expect to get anything from the conversation — just a chance to vent at my frustrations. He pauses for a moment and tells me he has an idea. My background is in antimemetics. I dealt with forgetting things. I wasn't an expert in remembering them. He thinks that our problem is in the infamy, the presence that ERD/LAM has in the collective unconsciousness. He asks if he can come onto the team and do a little investigation. He has some theories that might just be applicable to the case. One week. He was on the team for one week before we solved it. And it was worse than we could have pictured. The thought complex is a collection of fear and dread, balled around ERD/LAM. It has no active connection to SCP-6455-N — in fact, everything we know about him is entirely absent. It is only based on his killings, and then the killings that happened after we caught him. It all builds into this shape, this unknown entity that remains in people's imaginations long after the case happened. This whole time, I was looking for a culprit. And then I finally found one, but it wasn't exactly alive. But Dr. Keller told me this thoughtform was being actively maintained, and I thought "Great!". So we just had to catch the people thinking this thing up, and we've got it. But that's the thing: it's not intentional. It's the relatives of victims. The people who nearly got away. The dozen or so survivors. It's me, and my task force. The focus we had on catching him, the eternal hunt that never went anywhere. We're scared. And our fear built up, and became this thing. The research of Dr. Keller led to the conclusion that SCP-6455 was occurring due to unresolved trauma from SCP-6455-N's lack of public capture. Given that the Foundation, upon initially apprehending SCP-6455-N, did not release information surrounding his capture or publicly announce they had done so, SCP-6455-N was still believed to be at large. The initial SCP-6455 murders only served to reinforce this belief, and perpetuated the idea that SCP-6455-N was still active. The thoughtform complex that causes SCP-6455 events has since become largely detached from SCP-6455-N himself. The lack of any publicly available information surrounding SCP-6455-N has led to popular conception of ERD/LAM working entirely from the murders he perpetrated, rather than his actual traits. Further, it has become recursive: as of 2022, the complex is more influenced by itself than it ever was by SCP-6455-N. Additionally, the thoughtform complex has been exacerbated by the prevalence of true crime media speculation regarding ERD/LAM. Such media inflates the myth of SCP-6455-N and allows the thoughtform complex to grow in size and reach. The reach, size and modus operandi of SCP-6455 events have become broader than the original pattern of events perpetrated by SCP-6455-N. Addendum C: Today's Situation Testimony from Solomon Keller Assistant Investigator of SCP-6455 SCP Noospherics Division So where does this leave us, we might ask? We have found our killer, but what are we to do? How are we to help the victims, both past and present and future? Forget the question of containment, for a minute — although it is not entirely out of place — and let us briefly discuss the idea of aid, and assistance. How can we help? It is the first step we must take. This is, after all, our own fault. We are responsible for this mess. There is, in truth, little we can do. We cannot go back in time and solve the problem that led to this mess, as much as we wish we could. When the Foundation caught ERD/LAM in 1976, we didn't tell anyone. We didn't inform the public that they could stop cowering under their beds. Nobody realized they were safe. The fear remained. The pain didn't go away. And so now, we find ourselves forty years after the fact with the wounds he left still raw. And worse, he is still making scars, he is still lashing out beyond the grave. Yes, it is not him — but it is his legacy, and it was forged in his shape, in his image. I must be honest: I don't think we can fix this. We cannot release the fact that we caught ERD/LAM all those years ago. It's been decades, and we just swept it under the rug the first time. That's the one single silver bullet we have that could feasibly kill the thoughtform, but it's not an option for us — we're so tied up in our Masquerade that we can't even consider it. We tried it — at least partially, back in the day. We pulled a D-Class off death row, dosed him up with drugs to ruin his memory, and then framed him for some of the most recent murders. We couldn't frame him for all of them — some of SCP-6455's murders conflict, and no human could be responsible for both. It worked, at first. Murders slowed down, and we went two years without an event. But people realized: "Hey. The suspect they got couldn't have killed two people in LA and Vegas on the same day. There has to be another culprit." And the thoughtform came roaring back to life. There are options to winnow down the thoughtform and hurt it, but where do we begin with that? Are we to remove memory of one of the worst serial killers in American history from the public consciousness? To stomp out a popular true crime subject? The last I checked there were no less than a dozen popular podcasts just about this one case. Half a dozen documentaries about him, and a new one coming out on HBO next year. Each one of those hurts. Are we to remove the memories from the victims themselves? To leave them with the trauma and without any idea of why? There are more victims now than there were back then, and there were enough in 1979 to start this whole mess. What are we to do? What can we do when we did all we could to prevent wounds from healing, and then act shocked when those wounds bleed? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6455" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6455. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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