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SCP-7122 | safe | SCP-7122 inside its containment room Item #: SCP-7122 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7122 is to be stored in a secure safe inside a standard containment room. Said room is to have two (2) armed guards posted outside of it and is only to be accessible by level 3 staff or higher. Any access to SCP-7122's containment room is to be reported to the site director immediately who can initiate a lockdown if deemed necessary. It is thus recommended that the director be informed before accessing SCP-7122's containment room. As SCP-7122 is an inanimate object that needs to be handled for anomalous effects to occur, there is no threat of it breaching containment by itself. However, the Department of Intelligence has assessed that there is a possibility that the item may be an object of interest for hostile GOIs. In case of a containment breach the entire wing of Site-717 containing SCP-7122 is to initiate a lockdown with all light as well as internet and intranet access being cut off immediately in order to prohibit utilization of SCP-7122’s anomalous effects. Foundation staff within the compromised area are to be advised not to use any source of light for the entire duration of the lockdown. The only personnel allowed to access the locked-down section of Site-717 in case of a containment breach is the on-site tactical response team. Upon recontainment all electronical devices capable of storing digital data and media as well as SCP-7122 are to be investigated for any instances of .ano files. Only after all results have turned out negative, are personnel to be released from lockdown and both internet and intranet access to be turned back on. Description: SCP-7122 is a Nikon brand D3500 DSLR Camera (Serial number ██████████) with a standard 18-55mm kit lens. SCP-7122’s anomalous effects manifest when it is used to photograph a person. Upon taking a picture, an image file in the format .ano is created. Said files can be viewed without any special software on all common media devices. Going to the metadata will seemingly reveal nothing out of the ordinary. However, instead of displaying information about the file such as file name, or the time, date and location of its creation, such information will instead be displayed about the subject depicted in the photograph. Additionally, a field can be found at the bottom of the window saying „Further properties…“. Investigation of these properties will open up a separate window with a sporadically expanding, seemingly nonsensical and random array of numbers and letters. It is theorized that the extent of these properties directly correlates to the subject's age and experiences. Although the size of most .ano files ranges from 175 kilobytes to 3,5 megabytes the average amount of data found within the „Further properties…“ section is estimated to be around one petabyte. All Foundation efforts to decode said data have so far proven unsuccessful. Further anomalous effects become apparent when the files are altered or deleted. When a .ano file is inserted into video editing software and a spoken audio track is combined with said file, the subject in the photograph will initiate motion matching the spoken tracks while the recorded voice will instantly change as well to match the voice of the depicted subject. However, tests have shown that the person in the photo is the only one affected by this, meaning that the rest of the picture will not initiate any sort of movement. Deletion of a .ano file will result in the immediate termination of the subject in the picture. Tests have shown that this effect only applies to the pictured person, even in crowd scenarios. If no specific subject exists in such a picture, no anomalous effects will manifest. The Foundation has not yet been able to determine the medical cause of death of the test subjects. SCP-7122’s effects also apply to various animals (see test logs) and can be avoided by creating a copy of the original .ano file in advance. Deleting the metadata of a .ano file will not result in the subject’s death. However, the subject will become unresponsive and cease almost all motor functions in a catatonic state. Tests have shown that subjects affected by this are not incapable of actions like walking, but rather simply do not do so for most of the time. Discovery: SCP-7122 came to the Foundation's attention after a sudden rise of unexplained deaths and reported cases of anonymous blackmail in Gustavsberg, Sweden and the surrounding area. The SCP Foundation dispatched two local field agents to investigate the situation. In cooperation with Swedish law enforcement agencies, Agent Roland Jansson and Agent Karl Berg subsequently managed to deduce that the cases were linked to Jens Eklund, a local amateur photographer and videographer and drug addict. Agents Jansson and Berg were ordered to investigate the property under the guise of an electrical inspection following a short unrelated blackout in Gustavsberg. After they were able to determine that the camera was the object of interest, it was given the official designation of SCP-7122 and a tactical response team was dispatched to recover the item under the pretext of a drug raid. Jens Eklund was fatally wounded during said raid after using SCP-7122 to kill two TACREP operators. + View test logs - Hide test logs Test logs: Test # Subject(s) Description and results Test 7122-01 D-9669 Subject was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. D-9669 died on the spot. Test 7122-02 D-9671 Subject was photographed in absolute darkness using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. No change noted on subject. Test 7122-03 D-9671 Subject was photographed in absolute darkness using SCP-7122 while being lit by an infrared flashlight. Photograph was deleted. D-9671 died on the spot. Test 7122-04 D-9672 Subject was photographed using SCP-7122. External copy of .ano file was created. Original file deleted. No change noted on subject. Test 7122-05 D-9672 D-7673 D-9874 D-9238 Subjects were told to move around the room and make casual conversation. The entire group was photographed in a wide-angle using SCP-7122. No subject was photographed individually. Photograph was then deleted. No change noted on either subject. Test 7122-06 D-9672 Copy of D-9672’s .ano file was inserted into video editing software. File began to visually mimic spoken audio track. No change noted on subject. Test 7122-07 D-9672 Copy of D-9672’s .ano file was inserted into video editing software. File began to visually mimic spoken parts of inserted music tracks. No change noted on subject. Note: SCP-7122's .ano files mimic spoken audio tracks to an absolute perfect extent. Were it not for the unmoving background, it would be impossible to distinguish between an edited .ano file and an authentic video file. This anomalous effect could be of great use to the SCP Foundation. Test # Subject(s) Description and results Test 7122-08 D-9672 Edited metadata of D-9672’s .ano file to display a different day of creation. Error message displaying the words “Administrator permission required” appeared. Metadata reverted back to its original state after closing the error message. Foundation IT experts have not yet been able to bypass this effect. Test 7122-09 D-9672 Deleted metadata of D-9672’s .ano file. D-9672 instantly ceased nearly all motor functions and became unresponsive. fMRI and EEG scans showed next to no brain activity aside from vital areas. Subject was described by researchers to be in a catatonic state. Test 7122-10 D-9672 Subject brought to stand on two legs. Subject stood on two legs on its own. Subject was then pushed lightly. Subject was able to recover from push, likely via a form of muscle memory. Subject was pushed hard and subsequently fell face first to the floor, fracturing its nose and jaw. D-9672 didn’t react to the likely resulting physical pain. Test 7122-11 D-9672 Subject connected to EEG and fMRI scanners respectively and subjected to a large dose of pain by having both femurs fractured independently through ██████████.1 Both EEG and fMRI scans showed next to no activity in the frontal lobe, the insular and the cerebral cortex, all of which are largely important to human consciousness and emotional response to external stimuli. Upon the introduction of pain, N1 waves2 could be measured in the subject's brain, while there was almost a complete lack of N2 and P2 waves3. As soon as the pain was inflicted, both the brain and the autonomous nervous system reacted on a physical level by releasing adrenaline and other hormones. Despite this, the scans of D-9672's brain indicated that while it responded somewhat normally on a physical level, the emotional and conscious component of its perception of pain seemed to be non-existent. Note: In order to retain a professional climate personnel are to be discouraged from referring to SCP-7122 as “Soulkiller”, as fitting as that description may be. Personnel are also to be reminded that the Foundation currently does not know whether or not such a thing as a “soul” even exists. Test # Subject(s) Description and results Test 7122-12 One (1) male chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) Chimpanzee was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. Subject died on the spot. Test 7122-13 One (1) female dog (golden retriever) Dog was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. Subject died on the spot. Test 7122-14 One (1) female house cat (felis catus) Cat was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. Subject died on the spot. Test 7122-15 One (1) male African bullfrog (Pyxicephalus adspersus) Frog was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. No change noted on subject. Test 7122-16 One (1) female fire ant (Solenopsis) Fire ant was photographed using SCP-7122. Photograph was deleted. No change noted on subject. Note: The anomalous effects of SCP-7122 mostly seem to be limited to living beings with a certain amount of intelligence and consciousness. However, the effects of deleting metadata vary largely among non-humanoid species. Test # Subject(s) Description and results Test 7122-17 (approved by site director) D-7673 D-9874 Both subjects were asked to fill out a questionnaire about themselves, their personality as well as very specific moments and memories of their life only they knew about. D-7673 and D-9874 were then photographed individually using SCP-7122. D-7673's metadata was copied and deleted afterwards with the same being done to D-9874. Both entered the characteristic catatonic state as all previous subjects. The subjects then had their metadata swapped and quickly reverted back to a rather normal state. D-7673 and D-9874 were subsequently asked to answer questions about information they had previously disclosed in the questionnaire. Evaluation of their answers showed that both now only knew about what the biologically other should be knowing and claimed to be that same person. Both subjects went on to express confusion and severe distress, stating they were "in the wrong body". When asked about what happened after the deletion of their metadata, D-7673 as well as D-9874 became extremely agitated and would enter a state of panic while profusely refusing to elaborate any further about the topic, with D-9874 even becoming violent. Both subjects had to be sedated and were returned to their cells for the night. D-7673 and D-9874 went on to commit suicide by ████████████████████ that same night. Test 7122-18 (approved by site director) D-9672 D-7673 D-9672, who was still in a catatonic state and recovering from the physical effects of Test 7122-11 had his lost metadata replaced with that of the late D-7673. D-9672, from now on referred to as D-7673, awoke soon after in great distress, showing signs of severe psychological trauma. D-7673 behaved erratic and started screaming approximately half a minute after waking up. Subject stopped screaming after five minutes and died ten minutes later from cardiac arrest, multiple organ failure and severely damaged cerebral tissue, all suspected to have been caused at least in some part by extreme psychosomatic effects of the psychological trauma and/or the numerous transfers of metadata. Addendum 7122-01: As per order of Site Director Seickler researchers are to refrain from performing experiments similar to Test 7122-11 unless necessary and approved by Director Seickler himself or at least two level 4 personnel. This rule will stay in effect until SCP-7122's anomalous effects are understood to a fuller extent. Addendum 7122-02: The Department of Intelligence has requested utilization of SCP-7122 by field agents in order to assure cooperation of influential non-foundation individuals and to be able to terminate them or hostile POIs if necessary. The Department has also requested permission to set up several databases with .ano files of said individuals. Proposal is pending Footnotes 1. The goal of these tests was to determine whether or not subjects with deleted metadata are capable of feeling pain and, in a further sense, if they can even be referred to as being alive. 2. responsible for the response of the autonomous nervous system 3. responsible for the subjective perception of pain |
SCP-7123 | keter | An instance of SCP-7123-A. ITEM #: SCP-7123 OBJECT CLASS: Keter SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the nature of SCP-7123, containment methods are primarily focused on tracking and mitigating knowledge of its effects. MTF-Theta 30 "Danse Macabre" are assigned to this task until further notice. Any recovered SCP-7123-A instances are to be stored at Site 23 for further testing. DESCRIPTION: SCP-71231 is a phenomenon that occurs seemingly at random and in nearly every populated area on the planet. To date, over ██00 manifestations have occurred since initial discovery.2 Evidence of an SCP-7123 event begins with the manifestation of an instance of SCP-7123-A. SCP-7123-A instances are typically various forms of board game, dice, or game of chance. Common instances include chess boards,3 roulette wheels,4 and Chō-Han.5 While active, SCP-7123-A instances are exceedingly resilient to conventional forms of damage, capable of resisting heat in excess of 6000° Kelvin, cold approaching Absolute Zero, crush force in excess of 3000 psi, and the explosive force of a 1000lb tritonal explosive. Conversely, inert instances can be disposed of to the same degree of effectiveness as their non-anomalous counterparts. When an individual makes physical contact with an active -A instance, SCP-7123-B will become visible to that individual. There are currently no known means to capture SCP-7123-B on cameras or any form of recording device, and the entity does not appear on X-Ray, thermal or other visual means of detection. However, its actions in baseline reality are detected by motion sensors6. Additionally, visual records are able to be procured by affected individuals drawing imagery of SCP-7123-B (see Test Log SCP-7123.1). As of yet, is currently unclear if SCP-7123-B is a singular entity, or near-identical individual entities that manifest with each SCP-7123 event; however, every surviving account or Foundation-conducted interview describes the same appearance - a tall, thin figure beneath a black or dark robe, obscuring any distinguishing features (if any exist), with only a pair of slender hands in thin black gloves seen outside of the cloak. Upon becoming visible to an affected individual, SCP-7123-B will gesture to the SCP-7123-A instance before them, beckoning the subject to play the game. SCP-7123-B will also partake in the game, and unless the subject steps away or refuses to play, the game will continue until either side loses or forfeits. If the subject loses, they will suffer an immediate heart attack, causing their death. To date, there have been no known victories against SCP-7123-B. If an affected individual refuses to partake in the game, no physical harm will come to them; however, SCP-7123-B will remain visible to the subject. This effect will not relent until either the subject agrees to play the game, or they convince another individual to touch the SCP-7123-A instance. Doing so will "pass on" the effect to that new individual, leaving the original target entirely unaffected. DISCOVERY LOG: SCP-7123 first became known to the Foundation on 16/0█/19 ██, following a police report in ██████, London; two civilians [henceforth referred to as Civilian A and Civilian B for the sake of clarity] had apparently seen "Death himself" after noticing a previously unseen deck of cards on their kitchen table. Civilian A had touched the cards first, and then prompted Civilian B to do the same. Both were too scared to initiate the 'game' further, and contacted local authorities. Foundation agents embedded within the Metropolitan Police Force ensured the redaction of the report, and the amnesticisation of all affected individuals, while the still-active SCP-7123-A instance was successfully retrieved and sent to Site 23 for analysis. ADDENDUM SCP-7000.1: Upon discovery that active SCP-7123-A instances can be safely transported by MTF units, and more readily located via the detection of hotspots in abnormal Hume Levels emitted by active instances, Standard Operating Procedure was altered to reflect this. Henceforth, MTF Theta 30 are to be dispatched to any new SCP-7123 events detected by the Foundation for the primary purpose of obtaining active SCP-7123-A instances, so as to perform further testing with SCP-7123-B. TEST LOG: SCP-7123.1 Foreword: D-1971991 was sent into Chamber 7123-16 containing an active SCP-7123-A instance so as to properly record its effects. D-1971991 was also given a piece of paper and HB pencil so as to provide a visual record of SCP-7123-B. Doctor Edward Block, Senior Researcher of SCP-7123, is present over intercom during this test. <Begin Log, 12:47 13/07/2019> Doctor Block: D-1971991, please approach the objects on the table [the SCP-7123-A instance, in this case a 2000 piece puzzle and small sand hourglass]. D-1971991: Doc, are you kidding me with this? You really brought me here to play a puzzle? What is this, my birthday- Doctor Block: (more firmly) D-1971991, please approach the objects at the table and sit down. If you cannot comply, you will be forcibly returned to your quarters. D-1971991: Fine, fine, whatever; you're the boss, Doc. D-1971991 approaches the table and sits down in the closest provided chair. Doctor Block: Please touch one of the puzzle pieces, or the hourglass. D-1971991 sighs, and rests one finger against the top of the hourglass. He instantly pulls back, due to the presumed manifestation of SCP-7123-B. D-1971991: Holy sh- what the fuck is that thing? Doctor Block: Please describe what it is you're seeing, speaking clearly. D-1971991: You're telling me you aren't seeing this? Are you fucking blind?! Doctor Block: Due to the nature of the anomaly, only you are able to see the entity in front of you. You may recall that we provided you with drawing materials; please draw what it is you see while describing it for the microphone. D-1971991: Fuck no! Let me out of here before that thing does anything to me! Doctor Block: D-1971991, may I remind you that you are in the presence of armed Foundation officers, who can on my order, forcibly restrain you and leave you in the presence of SCP-7123-B until you cooperate. Now, can you please do what is asked of you? D-1971991: …Fine. Whatever. D-1971991 retrieves the paper and pencil from the provided satchel, and begins to draw an approximation of SCP-7123-B. D-1971991: Okay, so honestly? Best way I can describe this thing is…well, The Grim Reaper. (sighing) I know, that sounds stupid saying it. Long black robes, tall, thin, the whole nine yards. Doctor Block: That's quite alright, whatever frame of reference that makes it easiest for you to describe to us. Are there any other distinguishing features of note? D-1971991: Only its hands…or rather, what's covering them. It's got these thin black gloves on, I can't quite tell if those are full hands under them or…something else. Doctor Block: Very well. When you are done with the sketch, please hand it to one of the Guards present. D-1971991 continues drawing for approximately two minutes, before setting down the pencil and handing the sheet of paper to the nearest Guard. D-1971991: Okay, so now what? Am I free to go? Doctor Block: Not quite yet. If you would please attempt to finish the puzzle in front of you as quickly as possible. D-1971991 glances at the hourglass next to the puzzle. D-1971991: What about this? Doctor Block: We believe that will be taken care of for you. Shortly after Doctor Block finishes speaking, the hourglass is lifted off the ground, twisted, and placed upside-down back onto the table; it is presumed that SCP-7123-B, hearing the conversation, initiated the 'game'. D-1971991: Oh shit! Fuckfuckfuck, uhh… guess I'll start with a corner? D-1971991 picks up the bottom-left corner piece of the puzzle and places it on the provided checkerboard mat, and begins frantically looking for adjoining pieces. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] Before D-1971991 can place the final piece of the puzzle, the last grains of sand in the hourglass drop to the bottom. D-1971991: Oh shit, I…I didn't finish in time. What uh, what happens now? Do I have to start again or- At this point, D-1971991 begins convulsing, and collapses onto the floor of the Test Chamber. The Guards present attempt to provide medical support, but he is declared dead of a heart attack. His body is removed from the Chamber. <End Log> Closing Statement: Once it was determined that no further mainfestations of SCP-7123-B could occur from the SCP-7123-A instance, both it and the drawing of -B were recovered from the Test Chamber for further analysis. Artist depiction of SCP-7123-B, as drawn by D-1971991. ADDENDUM SCP-7123.2: A lack of verbal response from SCP-7123-B, either as determined by D-1971991 or picked up on any audio devices, was noted by Researcher Logan. Researcher Logan requests an interview with SCP-7123-B so as to devise a means to potentially communicate with it and discover more about SCP-7123 as a whole. [GRANTED] INTERVIEW LOG SCP-7123.1 Interviewed: [SCP-7123-B.] Interviewer: [Researcher Logan] Foreword: In an attempt to communicate with SCP-7123-B, Researcher Logan requested a deck of Tarot cards to be brought along with them to the attempted interview [GRANTED]. A still-active SCP-7123-A instance7 was placed on the centre table of Interview Room D within Site-23. <Begin Log, 20:35 24/09/2019> Researcher Logan places his hand on the SCP-7123-A instance, allowing him to perceive SCP-7123-B. Researcher Logan: Hello SCP-7123-B. This may seem rather unorthodox, given your…history, but I was hoping that now we are able to perceive one another, perhaps we can properly communicate with one another. I am Researcher Logan, and am speaking to you today as part of the SCP Foundation. Is there anything you're able to tell us about yourself? SCP-7123-B: [unresponsive] Researcher Logan: Ah, yes. Well, I did anticipate there'd be a lack of response on your part, and so I brought a different means with which to communicate, one you'd perhaps find more preferable. Researcher Logan pulls the Major Arcana Tarot deck from out of his lab coat pocket and places it on the table. The chair opposite Researcher Logan shifts slightly, indicating SCP-7123-B has noticed the cards. The cards are then seen leaving the Researcher's hand and seemingly floating; it is presumed that SCP-7123-B has taken the deck from him and is inspecting each card. Researcher Logan: Ah, excellent. I'm glad they take your interest; I trust they will be satisfactory for the purposes I've asked? Motion sensors detect a slight shift in air pressure around the approximate location of SCP-7123-B's head; it is presumed, coupled with later footage, that this was a nod. Researcher Logan: What is the purpose of the SCP-7123-A instances? Researcher Logan gestures to the SCP-7123-A instance still present on the table. SCP-7123-B picks a card from the deck and turns it over. Researcher Logan: "JUSTICE…but reversed. I see; something we aren't fully meant to know? I do have to press for more questions, if possible." Researcher Logan: "where do you come from?" SCP-7123-B turns over the next card. Researcher Logan: "THE STAR. You are from a higher power? You follow a Celestial Mandate. But I wonder now…" Researcher Logan: "what is your purpose?" SCP-7123-B turns over the next card. Researcher Logan: "THE TOWER. Upheaval, karmic justice…destruction…" Long pause. Researcher Logan. …who are you? Long pause. SCP-7123-B turns over the next card. Researcher Logan:"…DEATH." At the reveal of this final card, Researcher Logan collapsed to the floor in a manner similar to all prior known victims of SCP-7123, and was pronounced dead of a heart attack by on-site medical staff. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the death of Researcher Logan, Doctor Block has called that all staff testing with SCP-7123 be suspended until further notice [GRANTED]. ADDENDUM SCP-7123.3: On 22/03/2020, Doctor Block requested access to an active SCP-7123-A instance, specifically a chessboard instance. Due to his history with the game, provisional request was granted on the condition that Doctor Block appoint his successor on the project in the event of his death, to which he agreed. TEST LOG SCP-7123.2: Foreword: Doctor Block requested to enter the chamber alone, albeit overseen in the Observation Desk by Acting Senior Researcher Dr Arts. <Begin Log 07:39 23/03/2020> Doctor Block enters the Test Chamber alone, as requested. The voice of Dr Arts comes through on the intercom. Doctor Arts: Dr Block, can you hear me? Just checking all systems are running properly. Doctor Block: Yes, thank you Charles. You don't have to worry, I have everything under control. Doctor Block sits down in the closest provided chair. Across from him, a still active SCP-7123-A instance; a chessboard, as requested by Doctor Block. Doctor Block: I promise you, Theodore, you won't have died for nothing… Doctor Block touches the nearest chess piece, and raises his head to meet the presumed gaze of SCP-7123-B. Doctor Block: Ah, hello. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting face to face. Though I must say, first impressions aren't promising, what with my friend you murdered. But, I know how this ends. How it must end. I shall do everything in my power to see to it you never take another soul. That besides… Doctor Block picks up a pawn piece on his side of the board. Doctor Block: Here's to a clean game, hm? Doctor Block moves his pawn to E4. In response, SCP-7123-B moves the pawn parallel to Doctor Block's, placing it at E5. Doctor Block moves one of his knights to F3; SCP-7123-B moves another pawn, this time to D6. Doctor Block pauses for a moment, looking at SCP-7123-B, and then at the pawn in his hand. Doctor Block then moves that pawn two squares forward, to D4. SCP-7123-B responds by moving a bishop to G4. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] Doctor Block moves his queen to D4, putting SCP-7123-B in checkmate. Doctor Block: I…I won…holy shit, I won… SCP-7123-B: …y o u … Doctor Block: oh my god… SCP-7123-B: y o u … l u c k y… s o n o f a b i t c h… The SCP-7123-A instance disappears, having seemingly de-manifested. The chair where SCP-7123-B clatters to the floor; according to Doctor Block, this was SCP-7123-B rising from its seat, and then de-manifesting in front of him. On-site medical staff enter the test chamber to escort Doctor Block from it, and are seen administering a mild sedative to calm his high stress levels. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to the as yet unclear results of this test, along with all active SCP-7123-A instances in the custody of the Foundation becoming inert, it has been deemed acceptable to reclassify SCP-7123 as Pending. OUTDATED, SEE ADDENDUM SCP-7123.4. ADDENDUM SCP-7123.4: Approximately two months after Test SCP-7123.2, Doctor Block collapsed in his office in a manner identical to all other victims of SCP-7123-B. Upon recovery of the body, medical staff also found a note left on Doctor Block's desk. $you$ $cannot$ $cheat$ $death$ $forever.$ $no$ $one$ $escapes$ $me.$ Analysis of both the handwriting and the parchment used in the note is currently inconclusive. Footnotes 1. comprised of SCP-7123-A and SCP-7123-B. 2. 16/0█/19 ██, with evidence suggesting prior manifestations occurring at least as early as 13██. 3. 790 recorded instances. 4. 500 recorded instances. 5. a traditional Japanese dice game; 490 recorded instances. 6. albeit only movement of objects/individuals or changes in air pressure in the wake of its movements. 7. a set of wooden dominoes. This article was written by RossBossARTS ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7123" by RossBossARTS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7123. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Dice Author: Ting Him Mak License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/61412481@N06/6404790907 |
SCP-7124 | euclid | Item#: 7124 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7124 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. As SCP-7124 has shown no desire to escape, very little security is needed around its cell. As rewards for good behavior, SCP-7124 has requested and been provided with plush dinosaurs, children's books about dinosaurs1, and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets in addition to its ordinary food. Description: SCP-7124 is an approximately 50 year old human male who possesses the anomalous ability to mount and ride any entity or object that it considers sufficiently related to the clade Dinosauria2. It is to be noted that SCP-7124's ability to ride an entity or object has no relation to that entity or object's size and shape. SCP-7124 has demonstrated the ability to mount objects that are much smaller than it and ones that could not conceivably support its weight. No anomalous durability is added to that which SCP-7124 chooses to mount, however, they never collapse unless made to do so by an outside force. If SCP-7124 mounts an otherwise inanimate object, it gains the ability to move while they are on it. Objects mounted by SCP-7124 do not seem to gain any form of intelligence and appear to be under its complete control. All objects and entities mounted by SCP-7124 are given the ability to accelerate at the same rate of 1 m/s2 to a top speed of 15 m/s, meaning particularly massive mounts may be a hazard to nearby personnel. SCP-7124 speaks with what they appear to believe is an Australian accent and claims to be from "The Outback". This, and many other claims from SCP-7124 about their origin and upbringing, are currently unsubstantiated. (See Addendum-7124-C) Addendum-7124-A: Interviewed: SCP-7124 Interviewer: Researcher Rogers Foreword: This interview was performed immediately after SCP-7124 was first apprehended in order to assess its properties and motives. <Begin Log> Researcher Rogers: Hello there. SCP-7124: G'day mate! Researcher Rogers: So that's the kind of day this is going to be? SCP-7124: Fancy place ya got here mate. What am I doin' in it? Researcher Rogers: Well these documents say you were apprehended after you… (squints) stole a t-rex skeleton from the museum, and parked it outside an Outback Steakhouse? SCP-7124: That's right. Researcher Rogers: So, I'm just asking for an explanation. SCP-7124: I love Outback Steakhouse! Reminds me ah home. Don't think it's that surprisin' I went there when I had the chance. Researcher Rogers: You're actually from Australia? SCP-7124: Born n' raised in the Outback. Researcher Rogers: Despite my doubts about that due to… everything you've said so far, that's actually not what I was wondering about. I was more concerned about the t-rex. SCP-7124: Don' worry, she's doin' fine. Researcher Rogers: Still not what I was asking about. You have to understand that it's not exactly typical for a model skeleton to start moving. SCP-7124: Well ah course. Nah everyone's like me. Researcher Rogers: And what are you? SCP-7124: I'm a dinah ridah. I ride dinahs. Researcher Rogers: I see. But surely you must be aware that that was simply a model skeleton. Not a real dinosaur. It wasn't made from real bones. SCP-7124: We have a sayin' in my business. If it looks like a dinah, walks like a dinah, it's a dinah. Researcher Rogers: But it couldn't walk. SCP-7124: Nah until I stahted ridin' it. Researcher Rogers: Logic of that aside, because I don't think I'm going to get anywhere with that, you mentioned a business. Are there more people like you? SCP-7124: Don' think so. It's just a figah ah speech. Don' they have those 'round here? Researcher Rogers: (Sigh) Of course. Anyway, where did you learn to do this? SCP-7124: My folks taught me. Researcher Rogers: But I thought you said you were the only one? SCP-7124: Ah course. They didn't ride dinahs, they were dinahs. Researcher Rogers: Your parents were dinosaurs? SCP-7124: That's what I said. Raptahs, tah be specific. Researcher Rogers: So, just to get this straight, you claim that you were raised by dinosaurs in the middle of the Outback? SCP-7124: Yep. Researcher Rogers: Despite the fact that living dinosaurs have never been found in, around, or anywhere close to the Outback? SCP-7124: Ya deaf? I said yep. Researcher Rogers: I think we're done here. SCP-7124: I got one question for ya. Researcher Rogers: What is it? SCP-7124: When can I head back to the Steakhouse? I ordered a Bloomin' Onion an' I bet it's done by now. <End Log> Closing Statement: After this interview, SCP-7124 was contained and given an official designation. Despite their initial confusion, they appear to be entirely cooperative with Foundation procedures. Speak for yourself. I'm still not convinced that accent isn't some long term psychological warfare plan -Researcher Rogers Addendum-7124-B: Interviewed: SCP-7124 Interviewer: Researcher Rogers Foreword: This interview was performed in order to better understand the origins and parameters of SCP-7124's abilities. <Begin Log> Researcher Rogers: Hello once again. SCP-7124: G'day ol' chum! Researcher Rogers: (Under breath) Every day you drift further and further from an actual Australian accent. SCP-7124: Wut's tha supposed ta mean? Researcher Rogers: Never mind. I'm here to ask you a few questions about your… profession. SCP-7124: Oh it's no job. Dinah ridin's my passion. Researcher Rogers: Out of curiosity, what is your job? You have to have been making a living somehow. SCP-7124: I don' tie myself down to a "job". I live on tha land. Researcher Rogers: You hunted? There's not much wildlife around here. SCP-7124: Ya'd be surprised how much food people'll give ya for just a few slips ah papah. Researcher Rogers: But where did you get the money from? Actually, at this point, I'm not sure if I even want to know. SCP-7124: You're clearly nah here ta fuck spiders. Wadda ya wanna know about? Researcher Rogers: You said your parents taught you to ride dinosaurs, how did they do that? SCP-7124: Ah, you're lookin' to learn eh? Researcher Rogers: I assure you, I am not interested in performing the process myself, this is purely academic. SCP-7124: Well tha's a cryin' shame. Always wanted a student. Well I can't say fah certain when I figad it out. My folks just taught me to be en touch with all the dinahs in my life. Researcher Rogers: There's more than just your parents? SCP-7124: Ah course. If ya look closely, tha whole world's full ah dinahs. Look ah this chair here. SCP-7124's chair starts to leap around the room before being restrained by security personnel. Researcher Rogers: I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from doing that again. I and the people around me tend to be wary about sudden movements in interviews like this. SCP-7124: Sorry 'bout tha. Back to wha I was sayin'. This chair's mostly plastic, which comes from oil, which comes from dinah bones! Pause. Researcher Rogers: Is this a joke? SCP-7124: What's ya problem? Ya don' seem to believe a word outta my mouth. Researcher Rogers: Most oil comes from algae or other plant matter, the odds that any dinosaur remnants are in that chair at all are slim to none. Even putting that aside, do you expect me to believe what you're saying? I'm used to some pretty unrealistic things, but forgive me for being skeptical by your claim that you were raised by "raptahs" in the Outback after multiple expeditions have searched and found absolutely nothing. Not a single trace. SCP-7124: Ah course they're nah in the Outback anymore, they moved a few decades ago. Researcher Rogers: To where? SCP-7124: North Dakota. Researcher Rogers: You realize how that's not more convincing, right? SCP-7124: I'm nah tryin' to be convincing'. I'm just tryina be right. Researcher Rogers: (Sigh) I'm finished here. <End Log> Addendum-7124-C: Interviewed: POI-750918 and POI-750919 Interviewer: Researcher Rogers Foreword: This was not a scheduled interview. Researcher Rogers received an anonymous request for a video call, which she decided to accept and record. On screen were two entities seemingly of the species Austroraptor Cabazai, henceforth designated POI-750918 and POI-750919. <Begin Log> POI-750918: Hello? Can you hear me? Researcher Rogers: I can… I'm sorry, who are you? POI-750918: Oh my, where are my manners? I'm Harold, this is my husband Lawrence. Say hi, Lawrence. POI-750919: Hi Lawrence. POI-750918: Oh he's a joker. We're calling because we heard you were taking care of Grant, our son. Researcher Rogers: Do you mean SCP-7124? POI-750918: Oh right, he said that's the nickname you gave him. Isn't that a great nickname Lawrence? POI-750919: Uh-huh. Researcher Rogers: I'm sorry, what do you mean "he said"? POI-750918: It was in his first letter. Researcher Rogers: Letter? How has he been sending mail? POI-750918: Didn't he tell you? He's always been really good at keeping in touch with the dinosaurs in his life. And I guess we are a couple of old dinosaurs these days. Researcher Rogers: If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? POI-750918: Well since you asked so nicely, I'm 75, and we just celebrated Lawrence's 78th birthday last week. POI-750919: Uh-huh. POI-750918: It's a shame Grant had to miss it. But he's just been having so much fun there. He's been telling us all about it, hasn't he Lawrence? POI-750919: Uh-huh. Researcher Rogers: I have to know, is he actually Australian? POI-750918: Of course. Researcher Rogers: Then why is his accent nothing like yours? POI-750918: Oh he's still doing that voice? He picked it up a few decades ago. It was sometime after he started watching the host of that survival show. Who was that young man again? Researcher Rogers: Steve Irwin? POI-750919: Jeff Probst. POI-750918: That was him! Researcher Rogers: I should have learned to never make assumptions with this SCP. So, why are you calling? POI-750918: Oh we just wanted to know how he's doing. Is he eating right? Does he seem happy? Does he have his stuffed dinos? You should know he can't sleep without them. Researcher Rogers: Yes, he requested a few for his, um… room. Is that all? POI-750918: Is he with you? Can we see him? Researcher Rogers: He's… indisposed right now. I should also let you know that he may not be able to write to you for a while. POI-750918: What? Why? Researcher Rogers: Well it's not safe to allow outside communication without proper screening. POI-750918: Are you saying Grant isn't safe? What's going on? I'm coming over there! POI-750919: Dear, sit down and let the nice lady explain. Researcher Rogers: (Takes a deep breath in and out) We're keeping him safe. But there might be some people out there who don't want that. And so we need to be very careful about how much outsiders know. POI-750918: So when can we hear from him again? Researcher Rogers: I don't know exactly. There's some paperwork that needs to go through. And first we need to figure out how he's even getting the letters out. POI-750918: Well, you seem rather nice, so I trust he'll be okay. Researcher Rogers: Thank you. POI-750918: And if he's not, remember I'm still a carnivore. <End Log> Closing Statement: Attempts to trace the call proved unsuccessful. Attempts to deduce how SCP-7124 is sending mail proved similarly unsuccessful. Especially given that it has not been provided with any writing utensils. Footnotes 1. To be cycled out weekly. 2. This includes dinosaur fossils, objects shaped like dinosaurs, and, as of recently, birds. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7124" by Fireknight, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7124. Licensed under CC-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-7125 | keter | WELCOME TO SCiPNET DIRECT ACCESS TERMINAL PLEASE ENTER USER AUTHORIZATION CREDENTIALS Level 0 Level 1 Level 2 Level 3 Level 4 Level 5 NO CREDENTIALS REQUIRED LEVEL 0 ACCESS GRANTED ERROR: SCP-7125 does not exist. CREDENTIALS RECEIVED: wheredoallgodsseektodwell LEVEL 1 ACCESS GRANTED Item #: SCP-7125 Special Containment Procedures: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7125 is to be secured at Site-45-C. Automated defense systems are to be in place at all times in order to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-7125's containment chamber. All Foundation personnel involved with SCP-7125 at any capacity must continuously repeat the following statement while conducting any work related to SCP-7125: “I do not believe in SCP-7125.” Description: [REDACTED] FURTHER INFORMATION ON SCP-7125 IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 2 (RESTRICTED) OR HIGHER. INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE. CREDENTIALS RECEIVED: nothinghappensinheaven LEVEL 2 ACCESS GRANTED Item #: SCP-7125 Special Containment Procedures: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7125 is to be secured at Site-45-C. Automated defense systems are to be in place at all times in order to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-7125's containment chamber. All Foundation personnel involved with SCP-7125 at any capacity must continuously repeat the following statement while conducting any work related to SCP-7125: “I do not believe in SCP-7125.” Description: SCP-7125 is a rectangular mirror measuring approximately 47 cm by 43 cm. The border of this mirror is framed by the vertebrae of four individuals, believed to be [REDACTED]. SCP-7125 possesses a mild cognitohazardous effect that compels individuals to direct religious devotion towards SCP-7125. The nature of this devotion varies across individuals, manifesting based upon their preconceived notions of prayers, worship, and other related activities. This effect increases proportionally with the time that an individual spends in the presence of SCP-7125. However, an active denial of belief in SCP-7125 appears to prevent this effect, and the application of amnestics has proven to be effective in reversing any long-term psychological changes. Discovery: SCP-7125 was identified at [REDACTED]. Operation Bakunin was initiated to retrieve SCP-7125. FURTHER INFORMATION ON SCP-7125 IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 3 (SECRET) OR HIGHER. INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE. CREDENTIALS RECEIVED: nooneslonelyinhell LEVEL 3 ACCESS GRANTED WARNING: IF YOU CHOOSE TO PROCEED, THE TIME AND DATE OF YOUR ACCESS TO THIS FILE WILL BE LOGGED AND REPORTED TO THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION (RAISA). Item #: SCP-7125 Special Containment Procedures: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7125 is to be secured at Site-45-C. Automated defense systems are to be in place at all times in order to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-7125's containment chamber. All Foundation personnel involved with SCP-7125 at any capacity must continuously repeat the following statement while conducting any work related to SCP-7125: “I do not believe in SCP-7125.” Description: SCP-7125 is a rectangular mirror measuring approximately 47 cm by 43 cm. The border of this mirror is framed by the vertebrae of four individuals, believed to be [REDACTED]. SCP-7125 possesses a mild cognitohazardous effect that compels individuals to direct religious devotion towards SCP-7125. The nature of this devotion varies across individuals, manifesting based upon their preconceived notions of prayers, worship, and other related activities. This effect increases proportionally with the time that an individual spends in the presence of SCP-7125. However, an active denial of belief in SCP-7125 appears to prevent this effect, and the application of amnestics has proven to be effective in reversing any long-term psychological changes. Individuals who view SCP-7125 while actively expressing religious devotion have reported viewing an unidentified entity instead of their reflection. The characterization of this entity has been described as an amalgamation of its worshippers’ various conceptions of the divine. This entity seems to feed upon the religious devotion that it receives, expressing motivations determined entirely by the intention of its worship, and a level of reality bending capabilities that increase proportionally with the net quantity of this worship. No upper limit to these abilities has yet been determined. However, this aspect of SCP-7125 may be neutralized by reducing the degree of religious devotion that it receives, as demonstrated by Operation Bakinun. Preventing the religious following of SCP-7125 is therefore the primary requirement of successful containment. Discovery: SCP-7125 was identified at Jìngzi wū, an isolated monastery in North China, after local agents investigated reports of [REDACTED]. Area-27’s Department of Tactical Theology was subsequently contacted, and Operation Bakunin was initiated to retrieve SCP-7125. OPERATION BAKINUN Objective: To establish an initial set of special containment procedures for SCP-7125. (SUCCESS) Resources: A squad of twelve agents from MTF Chi-40 (“Devil’s Advocates”) was equipped with local attire for the purpose of infiltrating Jìngzi wū. A predator drone equipped with aerosolized amnestics was also on stand-by to provide air support and assist with post-mission clean up. Details of Operation: The agents successfully infiltrated Jìngzi wū and began gathering information on SCP-7125, including its worship by the local population. The discovery of [REDACTED] allowed SCP-7125's dependence on external worship to be identified. The agents subsequently requested covert air support to disperse Class G amnestics across the area, temporarily neutralizing SCP-7125 by inducing an artificial crisis of faith across the local population. FURTHER INFORMATION ON SCP-7125 IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 4 (TOP SECRET) OR HIGHER. INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE. CREDENTIALS RECEIVED: walkwhereangelsfeartotread LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED WARNING: IF YOU CHOOSE TO PROCEED, THE TIME AND DATE OF YOUR ACCESS TO THIS FILE WILL BE LOGGED AND REPORTED TO THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION (RAISA). Item #: SCP-7125 Special Containment Procedures: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7125 is to be secured at Site-45-C. Automated defense systems are to be in place at all times in order to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-7125's containment chamber. All Foundation personnel involved with SCP-7125 at any capacity must continuously repeat the following statement while conducting any work related to SCP-7125: “I do not believe in SCP-7125.” Description: SCP-7125 is a rectangular mirror measuring approximately 47 cm by 43 cm. The border of this mirror is framed by the vertebrae of four individuals, believed to be the founding members of a small cult known as the Order of Reflection. SCP-7125 possesses a mild cognitohazardous effect that compels individuals to direct religious devotion towards SCP-7125. The nature of this devotion varies across individuals, manifesting based upon their preconceived notions of prayers, worship, and other related activities. This effect increases proportionally with the time that an individual spends in the presence of SCP-7125. However, an active denial of belief in SCP-7125 appears to prevent this effect, and the application of amnestics has proven to be effective in reversing any long-term psychological changes. Individuals who view SCP-7125 while actively expressing religious devotion have reported viewing an unidentified entity instead of their reflection. The characterization of this entity has been described as an amalgamation of its worshippers’ various conceptions of the divine. This entity seems to feed upon the religious devotion that it receives, expressing a motivations determined entirely by the intention of its worship, and a level of reality bending capabilities that increase proportionally with the net quantity of this worship. No upper limit to these abilities has yet been determined. Moreover, as of incident 12/24/19, this entity was found to be capable of receiving worship even from individuals who were not directly present. However, this aspect of SCP-7125 may be neutralized by reducing the degree of religious devotion that it receives, as demonstrated by Operation Bakinun. Preventing the religious following of SCP-7125 is therefore the primary requirement of successful containment. Discovery: SCP-7125 was identified at Jìngzi wū, an isolated monastery in North China, after local agents investigated reports of miracles consistent with a class 4 reality bender (i.e. the anomalous manipulation of matter, the implementation of mass hallucinations, and the resurrection of no fewer than four deceased individuals). This monastery was identified as the Order of Reflection, a small cult that had recently acquired significant influence across the surrounding village (See Document-7125 for additional details). Area-27’s Department of Tactical Theology was subsequently contacted, and Operation Bakunin was initiated to retrieve SCP-7125. OPERATION BAKINUN Objective: To establish an initial set of special containment procedures for SCP-7125. (SUCCESS) Resources: A squad of twelve agents from MTF Chi-40 (“Devil’s Advocates”) was equipped with local attire for the purpose of infiltrating Jìngzi wū. A predator drone equipped with aerosolized amnestics was also on stand-by to provide air support and assist with post-mission clean up. Details of Operation: The agents successfully infiltrated Jìngzi wū and began gathering information on SCP-7125, including its worship by the local population. The discovery of Document-7125 allowed SCP-7125's dependence on external worship to be identified. The agents subsequently requested covert air support to disperse Class G amnestics across the area, temporarily neutralizing SCP-7125 by inducing an artificial crisis of faith across the local population. Document-7125: The following document is a translated excerpt from what appears to be the primary holy text for the Order of Reflection cult, originally written in the year 1905. A total of nineteen handwritten copies of this text were found to have been distributed across the surrounding village and are believed to account for the recent increase in the cult’s local influence. All known copies of this text were confiscated during the aftermath of Operation Bakinun. The greatest tragedy of the human condition is our submission to the gods across all our religions. The founders of our order understood this truth more than any other men of their time. They witnessed firsthand the loss of our destiny. They knew the foreign missionaries who demanded obedience on the pain of eternal torment, and counted the lives spent for bloody conflicts in the names of different gods. Yet where other men denied the gods altogether, our founders chose a simple question instead: why should people fight over the gods, when it is the gods who should be fighting over people? After all, is it not our belief that creates the gods? Is it not our worship that sustains them? We are, to the gods, what they claim to be for all mankind. They are made in the image of our devotions, and this makes us their masters by right. So it was that our founders sought to return humanity to our proper place in the order of all things. They built, through sacrifice, a mirror of blood and bone, that we might finally know the gods as the reflection of our faith. We look into this mirror and see our founders' vision made manifest. We look into this mirror and understand the weight of what they have given us. In their name now, we do solemnly declare a new covenant, to judge the gods and bring them to heel in the service of all mankind. Incident 12/24/19: SCP-7125 was considered to be successfully contained until 12/24/19, when the area surrounding Jìngzi wū began to exhibit anomalous incidents consistent with the initial discovery of SCP-7125. An emergency investigation was immediately authorized, and local agents subsequently found that a small population (n = 3) of SCP-7125's religious followers had escaped amnestitization during Operation Bakinun, as they had been promoting the worship of SCP-7125 throughout nearby villages during this time. These individuals, as well as 27 newly converted followers, were subsequently amnestized. However, the Order of Reflection is still believed to be active in surrounding areas, and additional investigations have been authorized to prevent any unauthorized worship from inadvertently reactivating the reality bending capabilities of SCP-7125. FURTHER INFORMATION ON SCP-7125 IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5 (OVERSEER) OR HIGHER. INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE. CREDENTIALS RECEIVED: godismanandmanisdead LEVEL 5 ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME OVERSEER. NOTE: IMPERSONATING A MEMBER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL IS PUNISHABLE BY IMMEDIATE TERMINATION. IF YOU HAVE ENTERED THIS LOGIN INFORMATION IN ERROR, LOG OUT IMMEDIATELY. SCROLLING DOWN WITHOUT PROPER MEMETIC INOCULATION WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE CARDIAC ARREST. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. THE TIME AND DATE OF YOUR ACCESS TO THIS FILE HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY LOGGED AND REPORTED TO THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION (RAISA). RE: Incident 12/24/19 To: O5 Council From: Site-45-C Overseers, Our current containment protocols for SCP-7125 are not sustainable. If containment requires eliminating any religious following of SCP-7125, we have no choice but to eliminate the very idea of SCP-7125. However, this is where things go wrong. We cannot kill an idea with brute force. The more we insist that SCP-7125 does not exist, the more people will believe in its existence. We’ve seen this all through history, and the present is not different from the past. Only an idea can fight an idea. Yet I believe this is where we may also find the solution to our predicament. We know that SCP-7125 only acts according to the intentions of its worshippers. This means that if we can direct a sufficient majority share of this worship, we may, by extension, seize control of SCP-7125 itself. To this end, I propose Procedure 45-C-7125, to create a god of the SCP Foundation. I acknowledge that this plan has risks. However, these risks are nothing compared to the certainty that comes with inaction. Please reply with your instructions as soon as possible. Site-45-C Procedure 45-C-7125: A team of personnel shall be assigned to provide SCP-7125 with constant worship, with the intention of directing SCP-7125 to contain itself. The size of this team shall be determined by the estimated quantification of unauthorized worship that SCP-7125 receives, calculated as a product of the number of religious followers, and their degree of devotion. All selected personnel must express nothing less than absolute loyalty to the Foundation and are required to undergo psychological evaluations once per month under the guise of routine counseling. Any individuals who are removed from this role must be amnestitized immediately. To avoid undue influence by SCP-7125's cognitohazardous effects, all worship shall be conducted away from Site-45-C, at a set of Foundation owned temples known as the Standard Creed Parish. Personnel assigned to provide worship to SCP-7125 shall be instructed to continuously repeat the following statement: “I believe in SCP-7125.” O5 APPROVAL PENDING Please enter your secondary credentials to submit a response below. 11/28/20 >>VOTE TO DENY >ERROR: SCP-7125 does not exist. Document: The following is a record of O5 Council Vote to deny the proposal of Procedure 45-C-7125 on 11/28/20. For Against Abstain O5-1 O5-2 O5-6 O5-3 O5-8 O5-10 O5-4 O5-9 O5-5 O5-11 O5-7 O5-12 O5-13 Vote Status: DENIED RE: Procedure 45-C-7125 Denial To: O5 Council From: Site-45-C Overseers, My team and I received your denial of Procedure 45-C-7125, and I must say, we are deeply disappointed by this decision. Operation Bakinun, no doubt, has dramatically reduced the worship—and therefore the power—that SCP-7125 currently receives. However, this is not a danger that will simply disappear on its own. This anomaly is a time bomb, and if the Order of Reflection eventually manages to muster sufficient worship, it could reshape our world, and we would never even know. I believe that you are already aware of this danger. There is a greater power here than anyone should have the right to possess, but that just means we are only people who can be trusted to possess it. If hypocrisy is the price of safety, then so be it. There is no other way to guarantee containment. Please reconsider your decision. Site-45-C >>VOTE TO APPROVE >Verification Passcode: wearescp7125 Document: The following is a record of O5 Council Vote to authorize the proposal of Procedure 45-C-7125 on 11/28/20. For Against Abstain O5-1 O5-2 O5-6 O5-3 O5-8 O5-10 O5-4 O5-9 O5-5 O5-11 O5-7 O5-12 O5-13 Vote Status: APPROVED RE: Procedure 45-C-7125 Approval To: O5 Council From: Ethics Committee Overseers, We have been informed of your decision to approve Procedure 45-C-7125. There was unanimous dissent across the ethics committee, but we do not yet have any grounds for a veto. We are therefore contacting you now in order to provide a warning of how this might change in the future. Our fear lies in SCP-7125 being limited only by the worship it receives; with enough faith, there are no limits to what this anomaly could achieve. Certainly, Procedure 45-C-7125 is designed to keep control SCP-7125. However, you control Procedure 45-C-7125, and so there is an undeniable temptation to abuse this power as your own. You’ve already created a god, after all, and what would this make you? The answer is simple: you would be a threat to be secured. An anomaly to be contained. A danger from which we can and will protect humanity. This is your only warning. Do not disappoint us. Ethic Committee ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7125" by Risora, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7125. Licensed under CC-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-7126 | safe | ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7126 OBJECT CLASS: Safe CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7126's main entrance is to be locked at all times, with the land it resides on being cordoned off as private property. Though SCP-7126's location already facilitates its isolation from surrounding districts and towns, constant surveillance is to be instated in order to identify, deter, and apprehend potential trespassers. Any elements in their raw forms are not to be introduced to SCP-7126-A under any and all circumstances. Any exposed human bodily fluids are not to be introduced to SCP-7126-A under any and all circumstances. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7126 is an abandoned theatre located on the outskirts of Athol, Massachusetts, USA. SCP-7126 is in advanced stages of neglect, with many issues compromising the building's overall structural integrity. SCP-7126's main performance center displays evidence of a struggle, with minimal to heavy scuffing having occurred across most of the central stage. Forensics have identified various indentations and grooves, resulting from; the movement of props and furniture on center stage knives and/or sharpened objects (presumed to be accidental markings) human fingernails SCP-7126's backstage area contains detritus and non-anomalous paraphernalia, with certain materials dating back to the late 1800s. On the far wall to the back of the stage,1 there are seven framed photographs depicting headshots of seven different individuals. Each photograph is obscured due to vandalism in various forms, ranging from the scratching or tearing out of the facial region, or defacement via marker or paint. The ages of the photographs have been dated prior to the 1980s. The individuals' poses are reminiscent of yearbook photos. On the far wall to the right of SCP-7126's center stage2 is a stone doorway that is built into the bricks of the wall's support, hereafter referred to as SCP-7126-A. SCP-7126-A is crudely constructed, with the walls of its frame consisting of large, misshapen stones of differing sizes, resulting in a height of ~1.2 m. There is no door inside of SCP-7126-A, as it is blocked by the same bricks that the surrounding wall consists of. There is a notable lack of rope inside of SCP-7126. A tarnished brass plaque is installed above SCP-7126-A, reading "Department of Abnormalities." HISTORY: SCP-7126's presence in local communities prior to containment was minimal. Initially built in 1832, SCP-7126 was utilized as a mutual performance center by both the town of Athol and the bordering town of Philipston. Various plays intended for both communities were staged, more commonly directed towards younger audiences to encourage all-age venues to generate greater profit. Attendance was consistent until the early-to-mid 1860s due to the American Civil War. Very few performances were recorded in this time period, with the theatre’s operations quickly transitioning into supply storage for both the towns as well as the ongoing war effort. Only five productions were displayed for the public within this timeframe, with this low maintenance and neglect causing SCP-7126 to fall into disrepair. Post-war, SCP-7126 was rarely utilized by the public. The building's contents were cleared out and relocated closer to respective districts, and its final, officially recorded production was a rendition of Shakespeare's Macbeth, performed c. August 1872. SCP-7126 remained abandoned for years until it became a popular destination for adolescents to loiter in c. 1950. Common stories involving SCP-7126 were pervasive throughout locals regarding demon worship, child sacrifice, and cannibalism. Despite this, there was a significant uptick in attendance throughout the 1960s before peaking in the mid-1970s. Afterwards, attendance ceased. Footnotes 1. Upstage, behind where the back curtain should be located. 2. Stage left. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7126" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7126. Licensed under CC-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-7127 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: Domestic Emotional Abuse ⚠️ content warning by ParallelPotatoes It's shopping day. You go to the store. You get eggs, milk, sugar, and flour. You want to bake a cake for your girlfriend. You go home. She likes it. Item #: SCP-7127 Clearance Level 1: Unrestricted It’s shopping day. You go to the store. You get buns, beef patties, lettuce, and tomatoes. You go home. She doesn’t like the burgers. It’s shopping day. You go to the store. She wanted you to pick up onions and potatoes. You go home. You forgot the cheese. She can’t make potato au gratin without them. You make hash browns instead. You’ll try harder next time. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7127 is to be kept in a standard anomalous item storage locker in Site-137. The Site-137 commissary may be used for testing SCP-7127 with approval from the site director. Only C-Class individuals with cognitive resistance values above 3 and D-Class individuals are allowed in the commissary during periods of testing. It’s shopping day. You go to the store. You wrote a list this time to help you remember. She wanted you to pick up onions, broccoli, and….kimchi? You go home. You forgot the eggs. She can’t make quiche without them. You sleep on the couch that night. You’ll try harder next time. Description: SCP-7127 is a 76.2 by 127 millimeter index card composed of white card stock. Several phrases of text are handwritten upon SCP-7127 in graphite. The content of these phrases varies, but will always be the name of a food item. Any attempt to write words or otherwise place markings on SCP-7127 that do not represent food items will result in the markings disappearing from the page within a period of 5 seconds after they were placed. This effect will also occur if any writing utensil other than a graphite pencil is used to create markings on SCP-7127. Items previously written on SCP-7127 may be removed with non-anomalous erasers. It’s shopping day. You go to the store. You erased the list and wrote the new list on it. She wanted you to get spaghetti, basil, cheese, and lychee. Are you sure that’s what you wrote? You go home. You forgot the pine nuts. She can’t make the pesto sauce without them. She doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night. Why can’t you do this without fucking up? You’ll try harder next time. SCP-7127 exhibits an antimemetic effect on those in its presence. This effect causes affected persons to not notice its other anomalous effects. This does not affect persons with a cognitive resistance value above 3. A CRV of 3 is the baseline for those who have undergone basic required Foundation cognitohazard training, which consists of a one hour seminar. It’s shopping day. You go to the store. You use the list again. She wanted you to get chicken, vodka, gnocchi, and avocados. Some men at the store ask you some questions. You get home. You don’t remember the last hour. You don’t have your list. You don't have any groceries. She can't make anything. You think her expression could kill. You'll try harder next time. SCP-7127 activates when a subject brings it into a grocery store, and will deactivate upon being removed from the store. While SCP-7127 is active, one of two effects will occur every 5 to 30 minutes. The following effects have an equal probability of occurrence: A food item previously listed on SCP-7127 will disappear from SCP-7127. A new food item will appear on SCP-7127 in the handwriting of the person who most recently wrote on it. This item will additionally materialize in the store as an item being sold. The price of the item will be equivalent to the market value of the item in the country in which the store is located. It’s shopping day. You go to the store. She wanted you to get flour, eggs, sugar, and milk. You go home. You forgot the baking powder. She can’t bake a cake without it. You're tired of this. You won't have to try harder next time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7127" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7127. Licensed under CC-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-7128 | safe | . SCP-7128-9. Item #: SCP-7128 Special Containment Procedures: Each instance of SCP-7128 is to be kept in a single padded cutlery case in Low-Yield Item Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. Care must be taken not to disturb this case. Individual instances may not be removed for testing for periods exceeding one hour. Conservation efforts must be oriented toward preserving the remaining enamel coating and preventing further damage. Description: SCP-7128 is a set of eleven identical commemorative coffee spoons in the image of a uniformed member of the Royal Canadian Air Force. The spoons were commissioned on behalf of the families of the No. 444 Squadron RCAF after the January 1945 Battle of Ucluelet, British Columbia, in which the squadron's twelve planes were destroyed by an experimental Obskuracorps weapon operating from an offshore submarine. As this act occurred in a populated area, a concentrated program of amnesticization and document alteration was undertaken by the Foundation. The 444 was stricken from the record entirely, and its members listed killed in action in a variety of training accidents across the Canadian home front. However, as coverup efforts were undertaken in concert with the RCAF and the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, procedural differences resulted in a serious oversight. Under the assumption that the 444 would be properly memorialized for their service, OSAT officials authorized the use of metal from each of the twelve Supermarine Spitfire Mk.I aircraft downed at Ucluelet to produce a commemorative spoon for each pilot. Only one spoon was mailed before Foundation operatives discovered the error and addressed it; due to poor recordkeeping on the part of OSAT, it could not subsequently be relocated until its recipient had melted it down to recover the metal. All other materials recovered from the crash sites were neutralized and disintegrated. Each SCP-7128 instance exhibits Safe-range paraspectral energy. This energy intensifies when the instances are jarred, overturned, or separated from each other for any length of time, and 'flares' when the instances are damaged. After sustaining such damage, an instance's paraspectral emissions permanently increase to a minor but measurable extent. The members of No. 444 Squadron RAF, and their respective SCP-7128 instances, are as follows: Name Instance Hayden Adlock SCP-7128-1 John Barber SCP-7128-2 Mack Bradbury SCP-7128-3 Ernie Hall SCP-7128-4 Reese Jackson Jr. SCP-7128-5 Horace Keaton1 SCP-7128-6 Bert Kelly SCP-7128-7 Aaron Lee SCP-7128-8 Austin MacLeod SCP-7128-9 Jerry Savidge N/A Jacob Senior SCP-7128-10 John Wood SCP-7128-11 Mediums from the International Centre for Unified Thaumatology have conducted séances to attempt postmortem contact with the pilots from No. 444 Squadron RCAF, reporting an abnormally weak response on each occasion. When conducted in the presence of the appropriate SCP-7128 instance, however, paraspectral energy emission approaches the Euclid level. No coherent patterns can be discerned in these emissions. Attempts to contact Jerry Savidge, the pilot whose SCP-7128 instance was destroyed by its recipient, have uniformly produced no response at all. Footnotes 1. Squadron leader. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7128" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7128. Licensed under CC-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: RCAFspoon.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7129 | safe | ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } Item#: 7129 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7129 is to be kept in a Department of Demonics anomalous item storage locker. Researchers handling SCP-7129 should never face a fellow researcher when holding the object. only be given SCP-7129 in the presence of another human other than the test subject. Testing is only to be authorised by senior researchers and is only to be conducted on D-class personnel with no pre-existing heart conditions. Description: SCP-7129 is a 12oz red rubber mallet with the words "for training purposes only" carved into its handle. The main anomalous capability displayed by SCP-7129 is shown when it is used to strike another human's cranium in a top-down motion. At this point, the following process will take place1: The user is compelled to use their full strength to strike their intended subject. The handle of SCP-7129 will extend such that it will reach the subject regardless of the distance between the two. The head of SCP-7129 enlarges to a variable size in order to encompass the width of the subject.2 Once SCP-7129 strikes the subject, they are fully launched into the ground with the resulting hole immediately closing. Any attempts to dig into the hole have met with failure and only dirt or debris expected of the terrain will be dug up. This effect remains consistent despite the depth of the floor such as on the 2nd level of buildings or areas with underground tunnels beneath them. The subject will emerge from the hole after 20 minutes or emerge from a second hole formed next to the original hole has been if it had been destroyed for any reason. They will have no recollection of what occurred during the time in which they were absent. The subject will also be unharmed save for the injuries sustained during the re-emerging.3 SCP-7129 was discovered in the possession of a Tartarean-class demonic entity in the city of ███████████. He had been using SCP-7129 on civilians passing through a small alleyway before it was reported to the Foundation. After a 15-hour reconnaissance mission, said entity was captured and brought for interrogation. INTERVIEWER: Agent JiaoHan Tang SUBJECT: PoI-7129.1—"Gogthoth" DATE: 08/08/22 «BEGIN LOG» TANG: Evening Mr. Gogthoth, I'll cut to the chase since I'm pretty sure you and I both know why we're here. GOGTHOTH: Do I? TANG: Do you? Agent Tang points to the Foundation logo on his sleeve. TANG: We've been watching for a while and have video evidence from earlier. The room is silent for several seconds. GOGTHOTH: I—(sigh) fuck I guess this was comin' at some point. GOGTHOTH holds his head in his hands and begins muttering to himself. TANG: Yeah, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but practicing wack-a-mole with humans is illegal I'm afraid. GOGTHOTH: (unintelligible muttering)-Man it was the FUCKING unicorns I swear to- Wait, wait, I'm being arrested for that?! TANG: What do you mean? GOGTHOTH: My job? TANG: Your job? And what the fuck was that about unicorns? Gogthoth breathes in and out to compose himself. GOGTHOTH: Yes. My job. I thought it was pretty obvious. Gogthoth sarcastically points to his sleeve where the words "TEACHING ASSISTANT" are visible. TANG: …That does not help in the slightest. GOGTHOTH: Right listen sir, listen, I'm on the clock here I really gotta get back before the kids get worried if you don't mind. TANG: I fail to see how assaulting people with a large hammer is related to education in any way, shape or form. GOGTHOTH: Well, I would expect a prestigious organisation such as yourselves would understand our methods. TANG: Well, it's gonna be best for both of us if you spell it out for the record. Gogthoth breathes in and out to compose himself. GOGTHOTH: Calm down Gog, calm down, teachers need to be patient with the students sometimes… breath… GOGTHOTH: Okay, so you want me to explain how the concept of school works? TANG: If you really wanna leave faster then answer my questions please. GOGTHOTH: Alright fine. Okay hmm so as you know, some demons have a pretty important role in the ecosystem y'know bringing eternal damnation to the souls of the evil and all that yadda yadda. Of course, we take a lot of pride in our work and the big guy downstairs wants to make sure there's quality control in what we do. So it's mine and my colleague's job to do exactly that. You guys up here still have schools right? TANG: Yes we still have schools and I still fail to see how— GOGTHOTH: I know you humans still have school, I was being sarcastic! But honestly, people like you make it damn hard to tell if school is still a thing up here. TANG: (eyes narrow) What do you mean "people like me"? GOGTHOTH: People who don't understand the value of education obviously! What we're doing here is guiding the new generation after us. We're bringing them up to prepare themselves for the dark fucking maw that is modern society. Y'know when you and I are old and decrepit guess who's gonna be holding up the world? I'll give you a hint, it ain't gonna be us, mister. It'll be the whiny fucking kids that we wanna mold and guide to be the best damn person they can be. And here you are tryna stop all this and not givin' us a shred of respect! The room is silent for several seconds. GOGTHOTH: I—Excuse me sir. My apologies. TANG: (sigh) Alright, I get it. I didn't mean to offend you but I just need to know how hammering people is related to this. GOGTHOTH: It's exam season. TANG: And? GOGTHOTH: Well how else are the kids gonna get practice? The room is silent for several seconds. TANG: Wait-wait-wait hold on. The people are going to hell to be used as practice for eternal damnation. GOGTHOTH: I mean when you put it that way you make it look really bad when it's not. TANG: How!? GOGTHOTH: Y'know I just take my equipment, give em the old "yabba dabba doo" if you know what I mean. TANG:Wha— GOGTHOTH: Wait, was that Flintstones or Captain Caveman? Sorry, the kids love this stuff but I get my human cartoon references mixed up. Anyway it sends them down directly to— TANG: NO-Fuck-I-That's not what I meant goddamn, you goddamn demon! GOGTHOTH: Wooow jeez okay. That's incredibly rude of you. TANG: Why the fuck are you dragging innocent people into hell forever!? GOGTHOTH: Forever? Why would we do that? Do you know how illegal that is? TANG: Wait what? GOGTHOTH: I thought you people had surveillance.4 TANG: You didn't mention this earlier? GOGTHOTH: If you waited twenty to thirty minutes you would have seen them crawl out of the hole. We also fix them up before they leave. It's a pretty solid system. The room is silent for several seconds. GOGTHOTH: If there are no further questions could I go? Oh, and you'll be hearing from my lawyer soon. AFTERWORD: POI-7129.1 surrendered SCP-7129 to the Foundation after more clarifications on its properties. 2 weeks after this interview, Agent Tang was fined $1000 and a blood sacrifice for charges of false arrest, discrimination, and emotional damages. «END LOG» SCP-7129-A SCP-7129-A is the extradimensional space in which those struck by SCP-7129 are transported during the period of time they are absent. The space resembles a small empty white-tiled room in a slight state of disrepair with white walls and a single door, a timer, and a single monitor to display the grade given along with a comment. Subjects enter through an opening in the ceiling. During their time within SCP-7129-A, a demonic entity, designated SCP-7129-B, will enter SCP-7129-A and perform some form of torture upon the subject. Each time SCP-7129 is used, a new demonic entity enters the room, proceeding to perform a unique method of torture. Also unique among each test is the duration of the footage as either the room or the entities are able to manipulate the rate of flow of time within SCP-7129-A5. After the 20 minutes have passed, the subject is then healed of all injuries and exits through the hole in the ceiling which they entered via an unknown force. The subject will then have no recollection of the experience, however, any recording device brought into SCP-7129-A will be able to retain footage of the event. Addendum 7129.1: Experiment logs ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ EXPERIMENT #01 SCP-7129-B description: Masculine humanoid with red skin and large horns. Perceived time: 30 minutes Summary of event: Entity telekinetically suspends the D-Class in midair. The entity begins to stab the D-Class with a pitchfork for the duration of the time. All wounds afflicted by this pitchfork immediately cauterize once the demon removes it from the D-Class' flesh. Grade Given: C+, "Gets the job done but very cookie cutter. Well done, improvement is evident but time perception manipulation still needs work" EXPERIMENT #02 SCP-7129-B description: Tripedal entity covered in white fur except for the head. The Head resembles a fish head that has been cut in half vertically. Perceived time: 2 minutes Summary of event: The entity released a yellow gas from its left facial orifice, after which the D-class expired due to takotsubo cardiomyopathy.6 Grade Given: N/A, "Please step into the next room for re-test." EXPERIMENT #03 SCP-7129-B description: Short bipedal entity with yellow skin and clawed limbs. Perceived time: 20 minutes Summary of event: D-Class was beaten with a blunt stick for 20 minutes while the entity shouted racial slurs at the D-Class.7 Grade Given: F, "Severe lack of effort. See me after class." EXPERIMENT #04 SCP-7129-B description:Entity has an arachnoid lower body with the head replaced with 2 feminine humanoid upper bodies. Perceived time: 40 minutes Summary of event: The entity suspends the D-Class using a web similar to spider silk. It then amputates the largest left toe of the D-Class and re-molds it into a shape of a spider as if the toe was malleable. The flesh spider crawls onto the D-Class and repeats this process with the flesh it bites off which exponentially increases the number of spiders. Grade Given: B, "Not bad. Shows potential but your appearance spoils the surprise. Take a more proactive role and consider hiding your presence in the beginning." EXPERIMENT #05 SCP-7129-B description: Quadrupedal entity with white skin and a large head with 16 compound eyes. Perceived time: 120 minutes Summary of event: The entity takes out a smartphone, opens the r/dankmemes forum and sorts for "controversial" posts. It proceeds to read the captions of the images in an extremely monotone voice. The D-Class is unable to cover their ears or look away as all 16 eyes make contact with the D-Class at all times. Grade Given:A, "Excellent use of eternity. Well done Chris!" ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7129.2: Incident Report On 16/09/2022, POI-7129.1 used SCP-7129 on Agent Tang following a return to Site-51 to collect reparations. Security personnel were alerted to the situation after a loud bang was heard followed by POI-7129.1 exclaiming "How'd you like them apples huh?!". Agent Tang was sent to hell for 20 minutes as expected of SCP-7129's properties as a result. However, footage recovered from Agent Tang's body camera showed unusual behaviour from the SCP-7129-B instance. Incident 7129-1 «BEGIN LOG» [The feed shows Agent Tang falling through soil for several seconds with his screams muffled before falling into SCP-7129-A where the audio becomes clear.] TANG: aaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH—Oof! [Tang falls to the floor and slowly gets up.] TANG: Oh fuck that smarts—god fucking dammit! I aughta fucking [INCRIMINATING STATEMENT REDACTED]. [The door to SCP-7129-A opens and Tang recoils. A demonic entity enters carrying an ornate staff as a walking stick. It has a small humanoid body with dark red skin with a massive reptile-like head which has several folds along its face giving a patchwork appearance.] TANG: Um… Hi? [A beep is heard coming from the timer on the all indicating that it has begun counting down from 20 minutes.] UNIDENTIFIED: (Echoing) FOOLISH HUMAN. DOOMED TO REPEAT THE MISTAKES OF YOUR ANCESTORS. SUCH IS THE CURSE OF YOUR PITIFUL SPECIES. FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH AND YOUR DEBT SHALL BE PAID WITHIN THESE WALLS. DEATH AT MY HANDS UPON THIS PLANE SHALL BE ETERNAL. YOU MAY PONDER AND REGRET THE CHOICES MADE IN THE WAKING WORLD BUT SUCH THINKING IS WORTHLESS. FOR THE RESULT OF YOUR CHOICE IS TRUE. UNENDING. DAMNATION. TANG: Woah, Woah hey I think there's a mistake being made here I— [The feed suddenly snaps to face the creature and does not move. Tang struggles to move, indicating that an unknown force is compelling him to face the creature.] [The creature opens the flaps of skin on its face to reveal multiple asymmetrical eyes underneath of seemingly random sizes. The pupils of said eyes form extremely dangerous cognitohazards. With each pupil that is seen, they cause the pain to be compounded further. Tang attempts to scream at several points but is unable to do so. His body shudders and his breathing becomes more and more rapid as his eyes are forced to look into the next eyeball. The perceived time is currently 45 seconds.] UNIDENTIFIED: INSIGNIFICANT CREATURE. YOU ARE WORTH LESS THAN A BLADE OF GRASS. ONLY TO BE STEPPED ON BY THE ANIMALS AND FORGOTTEN FOR YOU— [The timer on the wall beeps again, indicating that 20 minutes has passed.] UNIDENTIFIED: (No longer echoing)Wait what? [Agent Tang falls to the floor breathing heavily as he is suddenly healed of all injuries.] UNIDENTIFIED: Aw crud not again! I put the time perception ritual the wrong way! Stupid! Stupid! [The entity starts hitting its head with its staff repeatedly, then starts hitting the wall before throwing the staff onto the ground. The entity sits down on the floor and begin sobbing before an 8 foot tall Ardor-class demonic entity with purple skin enters the room. It then embraces the entity] SUCCUBUS: Hey, hey now shhhhh. Its alright, its alright no one gets this sort of thing done on the first try. UNIDENTIFIED: I-(sniff)-I'm never -(sniff)- gonna pass my DATs…8 [The entity begins to cry.] UNIDENTIFIED: I can't do it mommy. I don't think I have it in me-(sniff). SUCCUBUS: Aww don't say that, you've clearly been trying your very best and we all can see how far you've come! UNIDENTIFIED: BUT MY BEST ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH. ALL I'VE BEEN DOING IS GOING FROM CRAP TO LESS CRAP! SUCCUBUS: Sweetie… TANG: …Hey! [Both demons turn to look at Tang.] TANG: Listen, I'm not too good at this kind of stuff but I just wanna say… [The entity wipes its tears.] TANG: The last 45 seconds of my life were one of the worst I've ever had in my life. And I work for the fucking Foundation! I'm not gonna be able to sleep right for the next month because of what you've done to me and this experience is gonna do irreparable damage to my psyche. Between you and me, I've looked at the footage from the other guys down here, and let me tell you, you're leagues ahead of the competition! Listen… I have kids up there and I can tell you how normal it is to get stressed out at school. UNIDENTIFIED: Y-you really mean it mister? TANG: 'Course I do! My name's Jiao, what's yours? UNIDENTIFIED: [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [Tang twitches and bleeds from his nose.] TANG: Listen uhh… Buddy. You got dreams? [BUDDY nods its head.] [Tang places his hand on the demon's "shoulder".] TANG: Then never stop chasing kiddo. Be the bane to which the seven hells has never seen before. [BUDDY wipes the tears from its several eyes.] BUDDY: Thanks mister… I'll try my hardest. TANG: And that's all you need in this world. [Tang pats BUDDY on the back. He feels a suction force as he is being pulled out of SCP-7129-A. Tang looks over to SUCCUBUS.] TANG: You've got a good kid. I can tell he's gonna go far. SUCCUBUS: Oh thank you so much. He's not my son though. Tang: Ah. Right… [BUDDY and SUCCUBUS wave goodbye to Tang. Tang waves back.] TANG: Bye everyone! Good luck on yourMMMMMMPPPHHHH— [TANG is sucked out of SCP-7129-A before being returned to Site-51.] «END LOG» ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7129" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7129. Licensed under CC-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: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7129/SCP-XXXX%20room.jpg Name: A big white empty room Author: Christopher Blizzard License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/76418115@N00/3226645828 Footnotes 1. The individual wielding SCP-7129 will hereby be referred to as "user" and the individual struck by SCP-7129 as "subject". 2. The increased size has been reported to have no change in the weight or ease of swinging SCP-7129. 3. The one exception to this is noted down in experiment 02 4. This is incorrect. MTF Agents simply waited at the location where POI-7129.1 was sighted and immediately left when captured. 5. With time ranging from the expected 20 minutes to 100 minutes being the longest recording 6. Medical records show that the D-Class had a genetic predisposition to certain heart conditions. The cadaver of the D-Class was ejected afterwards with a letter of apology from the "Student development board" suggesting this was unintentional. 7. Notably, the D-Class was not a member of any of the races in which the entity was insulting 8. Demonic Aptitude Test |
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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: 7130 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo The house beneath SCP-7130. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Containment Outpost ENOCHOS-01 Dr. Trenton St. James Dr. Trenton St. James ATF Theta-601-ψ ("His Shared Sin") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-7130 is not to be absolved of its sins. SCP-7130 is contained at its original location of discovery. Provisional Containment Outpost ENOCHOS-01 has been constructed directly underneath the anomaly in order to facilitate surveillance and observation of SCP-7130. Any changes in SCP-7130's behavior are to be immediately reported to the current lead of PROJECT ENOCHOS. The town of Cralesford, Norwich, UK has since been unincorporated. Civilian access into the locality is to be restricted under Cover Story ω-3 ("Hazardous Material Contamination"). Motor and air traffic is to be redirected around the town. SCP-7130's soul is to remain tethered to the material plane at the discretion of Thaumaturge η-6. Upon their death, a new thaumaturge is to succeed them (currently Thaumaturge η-7). DESCRIPTION SCP-7130 is the corpse of Jonathan Theodore Normag, a 57-year-old male of northern European descent. SCP-7130 is currently suspended approximately 150 meters above a small house in the town of Cralesford, Norwich, United Kingdom. All attempts to move or interact with the anomaly have failed. The body is nude and covered in a number of bruises and lacerations along its side. SCP-7130 does not show any signs of life, however, it can occasionally be observed to writhe or twitch. The Department of Spectral Phenomena have confirmed that SCP-7130, although dead, continues to retain a soul. ADDENDUM 7130-1 — TIMELINE OF EVENTS Cralesford, circa 1840. After extensive interviews with former citizens of Cralesford, the following timeline of notable events has been constructed from individual accounts: JUNE 2, 1986: Two neighbors of Jonathan and Thomas Normag report hearing voices and screams emerging from the Normag household. Three individuals claim to have seen an face resembling Maria Normag's staring at them in the mirror. These claims are not substantiated. JUNE 3, 1986: Various accounts of dreams involving a man kneeling over a body, covered in blood. One child, Mary Narimbski, inexplicably wakes up with blood on her hands. The source of the blood is unknown. Two individuals claim to have seen the body of Thomas Normag nailed to the cross at the Cralesford town church, instead of Jesus Christ. These claims are not substantiated. JUNE 4, 1986: Theodore Mason, a farmer, finds a flock of his cattle dead. Cause of death is found to be sudden blood loss. Two families call the police, stating that the water from their tap had been converted into blood. The police arrive at the houses but find no abnormalities. That night, at around midnight, a neighbor of the Normags reports seeing someone digging at a patch of flowers in their backyard. JUNE 5, 1986: Various accounts of dreams involving a writhing, screaming body slowly rising in the air. When questioned, individuals unanimously claim that the man is being punished for "crimes [they] did not commit." Thirteen individuals report hearing the voice of Maria Normag speaking to them. That night, two brothers, Peter and Lewis Gore, come running home, screaming. They claim to have witnessed "the sky splitting." The claims are not corroborated. Anna Normag, the sister of Thomas Normag, and the daughter of Jonathan Normag, departs. JUNE 6, 1986: SCP-7130 manifests. Witnesses report seeing the body of Jonathan Normag, bloody and emaciated, slowly ascending above his house, before stopping in midair. Foundation agents are dispatched to the location and establish preliminary containment procedures. The former citizens of Cralesford are transferred to Site-39 for questioning and subsequent amnestic treatment. JUNE 15, 1986: The town of Cralesford is unincorporated. The former citizens of Cralesford are released and given appropriate cover stories. The anomaly is designated SCP-7130, and proper containment is established. JULY 23, 1986: Provisional Containment Outpost ENOCHOS-01 is constructed. PROJECT ENOCHOS personnel successfully draft the first working iteration of PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS. ADDENDUM 7130-2 — RECOVERED EVIDENCE A number of partially-burned pages seemingly ripped from a journal were recovered from the fireplace within the house beneath SCP-7130. They have been reproduced below. [undated] It's been two weeks since Maria died. I won't say it hasn't been difficult. For the family, it's been fourteen days with an empty seat at dinner. For the children, fourteen days without their mother. And for me, fourteen days without my wife. The thought that there will be more… my god. I don't know what to do. There's a certain stillness to the household, like a void, once filled by Maria's voice, or Thomas's laughter. I toss and turn in bed now, expecting to feel Maria's warm hand grasp mine, but the feeling never comes. I rarely get even a wink of sleep. There's now a cold space where she used to be. I don't know whether to laugh or cry or scream or do all of it at once. I don't think I've felt pain like this before. I was barely five when my father died. I don't think I was old enough to even process it at the time— just a blur of different places, of different people. I only remember him being there one day… and the next day, not. And I remember the quiet. The stillness. After he died, my mom used to leave me at home, alone, for hours at a time. I remember searching through the empty house, looking for my dad, until I got tired and just sat and peeled paint off the walls. Those nights I usually wouldn't even have dinner. Just some mayonnaise and peanuts. Sounds disgusting, but it was all I had. It feels horrible to say, but I think I hated her. She was cold and distant, and when she wasn't cold and distant, she was a drunken, angry, sobbing mess. Fainting on the sofa and screaming at me in between her naps. The first thing I did when we had Anna was promise myself to never be like her. I don't think I even cried at her funeral. Parlow told me to try to write. [Text damaged.] not a writer, but I trust him. It can't make it any worse. He stopped crying yesterday. It's just silence now. I [Text damaged.] is over. Her last days have come and gone. There's nothing left to do. [Text damaged.] 05/12/1986 We had the funeral yesterday. Buried her in the backyard, next to that patch of flowers she always loved. I dug the hole and Thomas carried her in. It seemed fitting; he was always the closest with her. I don't think I could have done it, either. I don't know. Seeing her there made me remember the day I met her; it was in a library. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by books. I remember the first time I saw her face, as she looked up from the tome she was so engrossed in. I don't even remember what book I was checking out that day, the only thing that mattered then and there was her. I don't know what I'd have done differently if I knew that one day I would be digging the hole she would be buried in. I don't think it'd have made a difference. Isn't that something. After the guests [Text damaged.] It was a quiet evening— we had a small dinner and went to bed early. It has been two weeks and yet I still made one too many portions of fish. Anna gave the last piece to the dog. Her old clothes were still in the wash. I didn't know what to do with them. It didn't seem right to wash them again, but it didn't seem right to throw them away, either. I wish I could say I kept them. A stronger man than I would have, probably. I had Anna drop them off at the church down the street. Maybe they'll find some good in it, or at least some other feeling than grief. Maybe. Parlow and Trent came by at around eight and left their condolences. They said the usual. The "I'm so sorry" and "you must be going through so much," as if they know the pain of having everything you once loved stripped away all at once. Well, still love. It's hard to love something once it's been ravaged by its own self and buried in the dirt, becoming nothing more than a name on a tombstone and food for the earth. Or maybe I'm just scared to love something I know will never be able to love me back. It's an interesting thought. Either way, [Text damaged.] [undated] [Text damaged.] and Thomas's grief has still not yet abated. He was planning on enlisting over in Norwich today; clearly that's no longer on his mind. He spent the day in bed, quiet and unmoving the whole time. Or at least, while I was in there. Whenever I left, to use the toilet or get a drink of water or something, I swear I could hear him sobbing, maybe talking to someone in there. I don't know. I couldn't quite hear it. I'm beginning to worry for his health, too. He refused breakfast this morning— I don't know how much longer he can take it. I sat with him for hours by his bed, pleading with him to just eat something, but he didn't do anything, didn't say anything. He doesn't really talk much, anymore, either. He just stares at me with this pained look on his face. I suppose grief affects us all in odd ways. He is no different. Nowadays, I barely see Thomas smile, let alone laugh. As childish as it feels to say, I miss the old times, before… before everything. Now, the mornings are quiet and still— Anna and I eat breakfast in silence at the now-empty table, and Thomas stumbles downstairs at noon; if he gets up at all. The dog still goes to his room to ask him to walk or play, but it seems nothing can bring him out of his stupor. The newfound quiet in the mornings is something new, something different. The stillness of the air, once filled by the soft tones and laughter of Thomas and Maria, the dog running around the kitchen in excitement as the pair cooked breakfast in the mornings, is piercing. I don't know what to do; whether to let him continue like this or force him back to normal. I don't want to try. Thomas will recover, I am sure. He just needs more time. We all need more time. [Text damaged.] during the night. I suppose it must have been the dog or something, but it didn't sound like it. [Text damaged.] [undated] Went to church this morning. Everyone was quiet around us. They left their sympathies and kind words, and told us that we would be in their prayers. To be honest, it kind of ticked me off. "What for?", I thought. No amount of prayer, no amount of worship, will bring Maria back. I know that. We know that. I thanked them for their kindness and moved on. [Text damaged.] [Text damaged.] and help Anna pack for her departure. She wishes to leave as soon as possible. I do not blame her. Life's been… well, a somber affair here, even weeks after Maria's passing. Perhaps that's what Anna needs, to move on. Perhaps that's what I need, too. I tell myself that I am trying, but in my heart I know that that isn't true. And as for Thomas… his isn't getting any better. Worse, perhaps. He looks paler and paler, weaker and weaker, every time I look at him. His face is thin and gaunt, red and puffy circles surrounding his eyes like wounds. I would not be surprised if part of why Anna wishes to leave so soon is him. In his grief, he has only grown more angry, more desperate. I tried to offer him some food, some company, but every time I ask he only gets more impatient, more mutinous. I wish there was something I could say, something I could do to… put him right, to let him know that it will all be okay, someday. It breaks my heart to see him suffer, and it breaks it more knowing that there is nothing I can do to put it right. I am at a loss. The joy of his life was Maria, and despite the unfairness of it all, she's gone. And there is nothing I can do, nothing he can do to bring her back. [Text damaged.] is acceptance. I don't want to be like my mother. I don't want Thomas to think of me the same way, to remember nothing but a cold, distant father who did nothing to help when he was at his worst. I wish there was something I could do. I wish I could hug him tight, tell him that I love him. But it seems nothing I do helps. He only becomes more despairing, more desperate every time I try to comfort him, every time I try to hold him close. He and Anna are all I have left of this family, and I do not know what I would do if they were gone, too. The thought of it frightens me. It torments me. With Maria gone, and Anna leaving… I can't bear to lose another. [undated] The dog spent all morning searching for Maria, waiting for her by the door. I saw him chewing one of Maria's old shoes, after a while. I didn't even take it from him. He just kept chewing it and chewing it until all the scent was gone and the last bit of fabric was worn out. He sat there, chewing and whimpering, as the pile of torn fabric grew beside him. I took him on a walk this morning, on the route Maria and Thomas used to take. I barely knew the directions; the dog guided me through every turn, as if he knew the path by heart. Every passerby we approached, every person we met, he stopped and stared at them as if expecting to see Maria's face. I didn't know what to do. When we got home, he curled up and I hugged him and cried. He stopped whimpering after that. Went back to work today. The kids have had a substitute for the past few weeks. They laugh and yell and play as if nothing ever happened, content with coloring in their drawings and practicing their writing. Today they presented their solar system projects. I remember assigning it to them months ago, Maria helping to prepare each of the little balls and strings for the children to use. She'd always had a knack for crafts. I can still see her handiwork in all of the models; from the tiny, intricate planets that the kids painted on, to the glitter she made for them to use as decoration. That was just before her diagnosis. I remember sitting with her as she made it, at the kitchen table. She'd spilled one of the jars of glitter on my foot, the fine powder painting my socks a shining, vibrant red. I remember throwing some back, and her retaliating, and soon enough we were both laughing, covered head to toe in a fine, glittering powder. We tried for days to clean it out of the floorboards, but to no avail. The wood floor still sparkles, if you look at it from the right angle. I found some of the old decorations she made for the class in one of my drawers. Seeing them, just sitting there… I don't know. It reminded me of her, I guess. They're sitting in my room, now. Cooper came by today. He brought back some of Maria's old stuff from the library. Photographs of Thomas, Anna, and I, a set of pens, and an old bottle of whiskey I bought her back when she first got the job. Maria was always a big fan of whiskey. We had intended to save it for a special occasion, constantly putting off drinking it again and again, until… Well, I guess we never got around to it. I finished the bottle tonight. I know that's probably what Maria would've wanted to do, anyways. God, I'm… I'm just so tired. [undated] I found an old box in the back of the dresser this morning. Maria, you had It was an archive of all our old letters. I feel guilty admitting it, but I spent the whole afternoon reading them. I remembered a time when we were both young and new to the world, unmarred by grief and pain and disease. I had just graduated and you Maria was still studying. I had to work during the day and she had classes, so the only times we could ever meet were evenings and weekends. Maria, she… loved to write. I guess it was what made her pursue literary studies. In the weeks where I was too busy with work or she was occupied with her studies, we'd write letters for each other and leave them by each others' doors. It was unnecessary, really; if we wanted, we could have just found each other in between shifts, or in her case, classes, but I think she liked the writing aspect of it more than anything. I would complain to her about my boss, and she would describe the plots of books they were studying in her classes in the most beautiful ways and insist that I read them afterwards. I never read any of them; I preferred the way she described them better, anyways. I found an old copy of War and Peace in the box, too. I've been reading it to Thomas. I figure she would've liked that. [Text damaged.] photographs when we first had Anna, then Thomas. He was so… so pure when he was younger, unsullied by pain and sorrow. The way his face lit up with joy whenever Maria came home from the market, the way he sang and danced around the house in the mornings. [Text damaged.] miss those days. Just… I miss it all. I don't know whether I should show Thomas. It'd probably cheer him up or completely ruin him. I don't want to risk it. 06/01/1986 Thomas has been acting odd lately, odder than normal. He stares at me with this wretched look on his face— it makes me almost want to look away. He disappeared for hours, last night— our neighbor found him standing by the river where he and Maria used to play, his hands in the water. I shudder to think of what could have happened had he not been found. Sometimes I hear him talking to himself in his room, laughing and chatting to himself as if everything is okay. When I go in to check on him, I find him lying in bed, sleeping as soundly as a rock. Not a sound. Am I imagining things? My own child, my life and joy, buried by the anguish of his own mother's death— I fear I am losing him as well. [Text damaged.] He acts different now, not just out of grief and sorrow, but… something else entirely. Something has changed him. There is a certain madness in his eyes, lit by a fire I cannot see. His pain, his anger, his desperation has coalesced into a fervor, a wretched energy I cannot describe. Today, he disappeared again, and Anna and I searched for hours in the town before coming home and finding him leaning over Maria's grave, hands covered in blood. When we wiped it off, his hands were blackened and charred. Whether the blood was from an animal or… something else, I do not know. Anna intends to [Text damaged.] 06/03/1986 I don't know what to do. I'm so damn scared. I did not sleep again last night. I keep seeing Maria's face, etched into the darkness around our my room, lit by a source I cannot see. While I was awake, I heard something in the backyard. It was the sound of digging, a rhymical, determined pattern, like a gravedigger's shovel against the earth. It was Thomas. Outside, I found him on the ground, covered head to toe in dirt and blood, screaming and crying and writhing all and once, a fire lit beside him. To my shock, Maria's body was lying sprawled across the grass, fresh blood spilling from her neck. Her eyes were open— she was smiling. Above me, the sky was pitch black, devoid of the moon, and devoid of stars. A black, inky void. And then as Thomas let out another scream, the heavens split in two, as if cut open by a knife. The only thing that stared back at me in the fissure was a wretched void, vast and cold. My god, that darkness, that horrible darkness. It… it hated me. It hated Thomas too. I could feel it in my bones. He had done something unforgivable, something sinister, and it hated him for it. I heard it let out a roiling thunder, and then it closed. Thomas's body went limp shortly after. I still don't know what he did… or what he tried to do. I do not wish to know, either. Yet I will not deny, there was life in those dead eyes. A fire, lit by some esoteric magic, some tenebrous god, stared back at me, like something arcane, something wretched had taken her. Something terrible has taken Thomas, too, I fear. Anna helped [Text damaged.] I brought Thomas back to the house. I'm afraid of what he's done. I'm afraid of what he has become [Text damaged.] I went back this morning to find Maria's body missing. There is nothing in that empty grave. 05/05/1986 Anna left this morning. [Text damaged.] Thomas spoke for the first time in days. His health has been steadily declining since that night; whatever he did there weakened him greatly. His skin has become blackened with death. I fear that I may lose him soon. As he lies in bed, face pale and skin marred, I am reminded of Maria, the way she took her final, heaving breaths. I see her face, etched onto Thomas's, too; the same blue eyes, and the same round chin. Except instead of peace, Thomas's face bears a look of fear, one that still haunts me now. [Text damaged.] I asked him what he was trying to do that night. What horrible thing could have driven him to such madness. He wouldn't say. Instead, he told me that that night, when the sky split and the roiling thunder screamed for his sins, he felt an unimaginable hatred, an unimaginable pain, like the wrath of God upon his soul. As if God had saw his wretched and horrible sins, and despised him for it. [Text damaged.] He said he was scared. I asked him if he feared he was dying. He said no, he could accept his own death; he knew it was coming. No, he was afraid of what punishment lay beyond. [Text damaged.] As the sky split open, he explained, he felt something visceral, something he had never felt before. He tasted God's wrath. He had tasted but an ounce of punishment for attempting something sinister, something atrocious. [Text damaged.] He feared the righteous flames of hell would greet him once he died. And he feared he knew it was true. Thomas asked me to help him, to absolve him of wrongdoing. He begged me to stay the hand of God. I didn't know what to say. There's nothing I can do. 06/06/1986 I had a horrible dream last night. Etched in my mind's eye was Thomas's face, pale and gaunt, sweat forming on his forehead. He let out a terrible scream as flames lapped at his body. At once I felt an immense hatred, and an immense surge of emotion as he writhed, body twisting and dancing in the air. And behind him, barely visible in the darkness, I saw myself. I am nude and emaciated, covered in blood from head to toe. And just before I wake up, I see myself kneel over Thomas's thrashing body, hands [Text damaged.] [REDACTED: SEE ADDENDUM 7130-3] and I rise and rise and [Text damaged.] And as I awaken, I realize. There is still something I can do. [Text damaged.] I would do anything for my own flesh and blood— I cannot let him suffer any longer. I would give up my promised afterlife if it meant that Thomas could go. I would suffer for him, and I would accept punishment for his crimes as if they were my own. And now I know that I can. [Text damaged.] open my soul and [Text damaged.] his shared sin unto mine [Text damaged.] [Text damaged.] and I don't know why I'm writing this— I plan on burning it all once… once I finish. I just need to get this out of my head. [Text damaged.] Maybe Thomas can be reunited with Maria in the great kingdom above. That [Text damaged.] I can hear the sky screaming already. I know what I need to do. The remainder of the pages are either burnt or covered in blood, rendering them illegible. The corpse of Thomas Normag was also discovered in the downstairs bedroom of the house.1 The skin was found to be abnormally black, as if it had undergone necrosis. Autopsy found the body to be entirely devoid of blood, but otherwise non-anomalous. The body of Maria Normag was not found. ADDENDUM 7130-3 — PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS RAISA NOTICE By the authority of the OVERSEER COUNCIL, the following documents have been classified LEVEL 5/TOP SECRET. Unauthorized access is forbidden. SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT [SECURITY MEMETIC: WE FOUND SORROW IN HIS EYES AND DROWNED HIS HANDS IN BLOOD] Dr. St. James, Again, congratulations. I'm glad you chose to accept this role— Korner resigning was… well, not unexpected. I hope you're a tougher soul than he was. I figured I owed you at least a partial explanation; I'll do my best to answer the questions you laid out in your previous email: First: The nature of the blasphemy committed by Thomas Normag that night. From the documents and testimonies we've recovered, it's undoubtably something… horrific. I don't think it's in our best interests to attempt to figure out what he did that night, either; the best we can do is speculate. Second: Yes, the Thaumaturge must stay. I know you don't like her, Trenton, but she is vital to the success of 801-ENOCHOS. SCP-7130's soul is incredibly damaged (you saw what it can do); likely due to the ritual Jonathan Normag performed on June 6th to exonerate Thomas Normag of divine sin. Without someone keeping its soul bound, it would likely "fall apart" due to the weight of the crimes its soul must now bear. 801-ENOCHOS is important enough that we'd like to avoid that at all costs. Finally, you asked about ENOCHOS. See attached documentation. O5-3 Secure, Contain, Protect. PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS FOREWORD The Foundation has long had a reputation of being "cold, not cruel." The often gruesome and dangerous nature of our Foundation's line of work frequently requires personnel to make difficult, and often morally and ethically ambiguous decisions.[1][2] Oftentimes, these tasks and decisions made in the line of duty are considered divine crimes in many religions; however, the consequences of inaction would likely be unimaginable. In light of the discoveries made by Dr. Forthaw's team at Site-401[3] regarding the nature of the afterlife, the Foundation has since required a method of absolving oneself of divine transgressions, or colloquially, "sin." This need is most prevalent in parties such as the OVERSEER COUNCIL[4], the Ethics Committee[5], and certain high-level senior personnel. In this proposal, we outline a method making it theoretically possible to exonerate oneself of any and all divine transgressions committed during mortality. This procedure involves the usage of SCP-7130[6], along with a number of thaumaturgical rituals derived from the study of certain anomalous events occurring in the locality of Cralesford, United Kingdom in June of 1986. The method outlined in PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS differs from previous methods in the following ways: It produces little to no anomalous byproducts. Previous methods have been known to generate large amounts of "theological miasma" as a part of the exoneration process.[7][8] Our method works by transferring an individual's profanations onto SCP-7130, whose soul is already desecrated and fragile enough that it can be ritually bypassed. Blood, lacrimal fluids, and [DATA EXPUNGED] produced by the process can be disposed of via standard non-anomalous methods. The procedure is far less complicated or difficult to perform than other methods[7][8]. Via the execution of a number of rituals detailed in DOCUMENT ENOCHOS-TR-3167 and DOCUMENT ENOCHOS-TR-712-ζ, the procedure can be performed with relatively minor side-effects. Unlike previous methods, PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS has no functional limit to the number of usages. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] BIBLIOGRAPHY [1] Everwood, J., Ramirez, A., Peterson, C., Houston, N., & Greene, T. (1923). The Montauk Procedure: An ethical dilemma. Foundation Ethics Committee Documentation, 4(6). [2] Hu, J., Worth, N., & Blaine, G. (1951). Ethical atrocities committed in the name of normalcy. Fieldwork: An SCP Foundation Journal, 612(31). [3] Forthaw, H., Nicholas, J., Agatha, M., & Maxwell, T. (1943). Divine retribution: Heaven and Hell. Foundation Research Press, 2(3). [4] [REDACTED PER OVERSEER ORDER] [5] Matterson, P., Humphery, A., & Bale, L. (1972). Are we complicit? A review of questionable past decisions. Foundation Ethics Committee Documentation, 12(5). [6] St. James, T. (n.d.). (rep.). SCP-7130. Foundation Database. [7] Nicholas, J. (1966). Research into high-dose Akiva irradiation. Foundation Research Press, 23(8). [8] Bale, L. (1954). Auto-cannibalization and its observed theological effects on members of the genus Rattus. Foundation Research Press 41(7). 801-ENOCHOS EXECUTION LOG: EXECUTOR: D-163784 DATE: 07/22/1986 RESULT: Success. NOTES: First successful recorded execution of PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS. EXECUTOR: D-527391 DATE: 07/26/1986 RESULT: Success. NOTES: Second successful recorded execution of PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS. EXECUTOR: Dr. Christian Kumar DATE: 08/02/1986 RESULT: Success. NOTES: First recorded usage of PROTOCOL 801-ENOCHOS. EXECUTOR: Dr. Emmet Adams DATE: 08/09/1986 RESULT: Success. NOTES: Cleansing following successful execution of PROTOCOL 999-SERAPH. [21536 EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES REDACTED FOR BREVITY] EXECUTOR: O5-3 DATE: 10/13/2004 RESULT: Success. NOTES: Routine cleansing. Footnotes 1. Currently in storage at Site-42. |
SCP-7131 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7131 Site-393's exterior Special Containment Procedures: I/O webcrawlers are currently searching for reports of any groups of entities similar in appearance or modus operandi to SCP-7131. Foundation agents embedded in non-human free ports are to investigate possible leads into the whereabouts of SCP-7131. Description: SCP-7131 is the collective designation for a group of five humanoid anomalies which attacked Site-393 on the 27th of November, 2014. During this period, they engaged in widespread hostility against Foundation personnel and infrastructure, causing a containment breach in which multiple valuables were either destroyed or stolen. Details are provided below. Security Video Log Transcript - Site 393 Date: 27/11/2014 Location: East Side Male Restroom Jr Researcher Munroe walks into the containment floor staff bathroom, enters an empty stall, closes the door, and sits on the toilet. Several minutes pass before a gurgling sound can be heard from three of the toilets, including the one Munroe is seated upon. Munroe notices the sound and looks down into the toilet. Munroe: What the hell was in that crab-stuffed mushroom? A diminutive humanoid emerges from the toilet cistern. It stands at a height where its face is completely level with Munroe's. The two stare at each other for several seconds before both scream loudly. The creature grabs Munroe by his collar and begins to repeatedly smack his head into the stall door until he loses consciousness. This disturbance is not noticed by site security at the time.1 Unknown: Fuck! Oh, fuck! Two small figures can be seen exiting from the unoccupied toilets. One, hereby designated REDCAP, is a short and stocky humanoid with elongated arms, wearing only a woollen, red beanie and ragged trousers. The other, hereby designated BROWNIE, is shorter than REDCAP by about a foot, with brown and weathered skin, sunken black eyes and is wearing a tweed jacket. A third entity, hereby designated TOLKIEN, exits the other stall dragging the unconscious body of Jr Researcher Munroe. This entity has light-green skin, large ears, and a wide mouth of sharp teeth. It is carrying a large burlap sack. The group can be heard vocalising amongst each other. TOLKIEN: Fuck! Boss, what are we gonna do with this guy? He almost shat all over me! BROWNIE: Worry not friend. We can adjust the plan accordingly. Tie him up and prop him up in the stall so they can’t see his legs, then lock the door. TOLKIEN: Damn, woulda worn my lucky gaggin’ socks if I knew we was gonna be taking hostages. Gimme a hand, big guy. TOLKIEN and REDCAP move to bind Munroe, as BROWNIE reaches into the sack, removing a sign reading “Bathroom out of order” and placing it on the door. BROWNIE: Perfect! That should secure our exit. Right then gentlemen, we all know our roles. Good luck, and remember, don't start until you hear the alarms. REDCAP nods slowly, whilst TOLKIEN salutes in a sarcastic manner. TOLKIEN begins unscrewing the cover on a ventilation shaft before disappearing inside. REDCAP hefts a large, roughly made pikestaff, almost as tall as he is. It is unclear where this weapon emerged from due to the limited angles of view available in the bathroom. REDCAP: Alright then Wicks, let’s go ‘ave some fun, shall we? Location: Breakroom #2, Administrative Wing Staff are seen lounging in the administrative wing breakroom, eating lunch, conversing with one another, or watching television. Intercom: Site-393 is currently experiencing a break-in. Non-combatant personnel are to retreat to their dormitories. Squads B and C, proceed to the containment wing for the non-lethal apprehension of intruders. Squad A is to remain at their posts. All personnel exit the breakroom. A few minutes pass before the ventilation grill on the ceiling begins to shake; the grill falls but is quickly caught by a small green hand, belonging to TOLKIEN. The entity pulls a large wad of gum from its mouth and sticks it to a corner of the grill. It then retrieves a glue stick from its backpack, rubbing it on another corner of the grill. TOLKIEN sticks the grill on the ceiling next to the vent; the grill disconnects from the glue and hangs by the gum wad for the remainder of the video. TOLKIEN looks down at the table below it, in which a Lv4 keycard is placed. It ties a rope to its waist, weighs the other end down with a miniature anchor, and jumps out the shaft. The rope pulls taut, suspending TOLKIEN right above the table. It carefully reaches towards the keycard, before quickly grabbing it. The intruder pockets the keycard and moves to climb up, but suddenly spots another object further away on the table: a pin lapel with the words "👁️ ❤️ Farts (Pinkeye Awareness Month)" written on it. TOLKIEN attempts to reach for it. Location: Hallway 3, Containment Wing Agent Ejsing, Security Chief at Site-393, is alerted to the situation and has scrambled on site personnel to sweep the facility. Staff report sightings of BROWNIE and REDCAP in the site's containment wing. As a result, Security Chief Ejsing gives the order for Squads B and C to move away from the administrative wing, and instead proceed towards the containment wing in order to contain the intruders non-lethally. BROWNIE: Oh dear. There really are a lot of them, aren’t there? REDCAP: I can hold em here. You trot along. BROWNIE: Of course. Stay safe. REDCAP: What, like these blithering idiots are a challenge for me? Don't make me laugh, Wicks. BROWNIE retreats as REDCAP begins to engage in combat with several security agents. The entities’ unorthodox fighting style and small stature proves difficult for the agents to handle, and they are swiftly incapacitated.2 Location: Breakroom #2, Administrative Wing Voice: Hey, who're you! TOLKIEN looks over at the breakroom doorway, beneath which stands agent Bert Mason. The two stare at each other before the agent activates his radio. Agent Mason: Control, there's a small green man in the breakroom. Control: Extraterrestrial? Agent Mason: Nah, those are grey. TOLKIEN begins ascending the rope. Agent Mason: What the— Hey! In response to agent Mason approaching, the entity removes a stun grenade from its backpack and throws it to the ground, covering its eyes with its ears. The agent lets out a cry from the blast, stumbling backward onto the breakroom couch and covering his eyes. The following text messages were retrieved from Director Paquette's phone following the conclusion of the incident. They were sent to Security Chief Ejsing as news of the ongoing breach reached Site-393's administrative wing. Jan Ejsing Esjing, what's going on down there? Why haven't I been updated? Why aren't you answering your radio? Sorry for the delay. We’re experiencing a breach. The site is being infiltrated by some anomalous entities. Do they seem threatening? Should we not be evacuating? No, we have the situation fully under control, sir. Please remain in your office and lock the door. I’ll alert the rest of the admin staff. What type of entities are we dealing with? Small, diminutive humanoids. One of them green. Mostly harmless. I’m changing my earlier position. We need a full site lockdown. I’m sealing the admin floor. I want these entities captured as soon as possible. Keep them alive. Something wrong, sir? No. No. Just pays to stay safe. Keep me posted. Location: IT Server Bank, Containment Wing (Euclid Section) Agents Quinn and Holly take the long route around the area of the site REDCAP is defending. They spot BROWNIE elbow-deep in the wiring of the containment wing servers. Agent Holly: Hey! Quinn, I've got one over here. BROWNIE produces a cow-themed walkie talkie and speaks into it. BROWNIE: It seems I've been made. We'll be switching to plan B. Agent Quinn: Don’t fucking move! Back away from the server, nice and slow. BROWNIE complies, going to his knees. Quinn attempts to bind the entity's arms together but finds them too small for his standard issue restraints. Agent Holly approaches the server rack and begins to inspect the damage. Agent Holly: Quinn, there’s a USB stick jammed in here. It’s not Foundation issue. Agent Quinn: Well, pull it out then. He turns to BROWNIE. We know there’s three of you, and you’re all surrounded. Tell your friends to surrender or we will have to use lethal force. BROWNIE begins to laugh. BROWNIE: Oh, how you wound me! I don't appreciate you underestimating me, agents. What fool would dare to break into a Foundation site with only three members? Agent Holly: Quinn, I can't get this thing out. It's stuck. The lights in the hallway begin to flicker repeatedly. An audible hissing noise can be heard as various cell doors open. Agent Quinn: Aww, fuck. SCP-████, ████ and ████3 immediately breach containment. SCP-████’s effects begin to spread throughout the site, transforming several members of staff into identical likenesses of actor Luiz Guzman. Meanwhile, SCP-████ engages security agents with its ambulatory citrus, which allows REDCAP to evade capture. Holly and Quinn manage to prevent BROWNIE's escape, and escort him to a nearby holding cell for interrogation, under Security Chief Ejsing's orders. A post-incident investigation would reveal that, at this point, the entire on-site copy of the INTSCPFN database was instantly replaced with a .txt file containing the word ‘WHOOPSIES’. Site-393 had been equipped with brand-new ASCC4 units, prefabricated containment cells that automatically adjusted their properties based on data contained within uploaded SCP documentation. In the absence of said data, a critical oversight caused the ASCC units to reset to a blank state. Location: Breakroom #2, Administrative Wing In the breakroom, Agent Mason's vision recovers. However, TOLKIEN is only halfway up the rope, visibly struggling to climb due to the weight of its cumbersome backpack. The entity notices the agent and screams, throwing sand in his eyes before fully escaping into the ventilation shaft. Location: Interrogation Room #24, Security Wing Holly: Who sent you? You working for Mickey D’s? BROWNIE: Those arrogant door to door salesmen? Please, as if I would ever debase myself as such. Are you some sort of half-wit? Holly strikes BROWNIE across the face. BROWNIE: Now, that was entirely uncalled for. Agent Quinn places the plastic, animal-themed walkie talkie in front of BROWNIE. Quinn: Contact your allies. Get them to surrender. The inside of a containment cell is safer than going ten rounds with SCP-████. BROWNIE: I trust them. The plan is going like clockwork. Ah, speaking of. Security Chief Ejsing enters the interrogation room. Ejsing: Holly, Quinn, excellent work. He talk? Holly: Not yet sir. We’ve been trying but the little bastard’s clammed up. Ejsing: Hmm. I think I can get it out of him. You two can return back to the containment wing. SCP-████ is going wild and we need all hands on deck. Both agents nod. As they turn to leave, Agent Holly notices a plastic, giraffe-themed walkie talkie strapped to Ejsing’s belt. She raises her weapon slowly and pulls back the safety. Holly: Sir..? Mind answering a question? Ejsing: Yes. I do. Ejsing lunges forward, striking Agent Holly with a chop to the throat before throwing her over his shoulder into the interrogation room wall. Agent Quinn attempts to raise his weapon and fire, but Ejsing diverts the barrel of the gun as it sprays erratically. The two men strain at each other, with Agent Quinn starting to win the physical contest. Quinn: Who are you? What have you done with Ejsing? A cloud of smoke bursts from Ejsing’s form. Standing in his place is a red-skinned humanoid with an elongated nose. Quinn: Wha- This humanoid, hereby referred to as TENGU, capitalises on this moment of confusion, sweeping Quinn’s legs before striking him repeatedly in the face until Quinn falls unconscious. TENGU looks up at BROWNIE and grins. BROWNIE: Oh, excellent work! My friend, they never suspected a thing. TENGU frees BROWNIE from his restraints. TENGU: No, I believe they did. My giraffe walkie talkie seemed to give me away. Recording is silent for several seconds. TENGU: Something wrong? BROWNIE: (Smiling) No, no, not at all. TENGU: Then let's proceed with the plan. The two entities begin to move through the site, avoiding security staff via TENGU’s illusionary thaumaturgy. At this point in time, further communication occurred between Director Pacquette and Security Chief Ejsing. Jan Ejsing Ejsing? Director. I am no longer waiting in my office. I can’t explain right now, but I have reason to believe that I am in mortal danger. I believe it will be best for all of us if I evacuate the site. Very well. What exit will you be taking? So I know where to tell my guys to cover. Right. I’ll be leaving via the C3 elevator. I’m just getting in now. Good luck. You’ll need it more than me, ‘director’. Ejsing? The elevator has stopped. What is this ugly creature on the display screen? Are you there? Who is this? You don’t have to do this. See you soon 🙂🙂🙂! Following this, Ejsing's number was blocked on the device. Location: Hallway 6, Administrative Wing BROWNIE and TENGU arrive at an elevator door at the end of the hall. Noise is heard from the ventilation grill next to them before being kicked outwards by TOLKIEN. It hands BROWNIE the Lv4 keycard, who flips it through its fingers, smirking. A faint crackling sound from the other end of the hallway suddenly draws the trio's attention: a bull with the face of a human man5 slowly approaches, yellow static sparking off its hoofs with each step. Its expression is that of a scowl. TENGU steps forward, unsheathing a previously invisible sword. TENGU: I will hold it off. You two carry out the rest of the mission. TOLKIEN: Are you sure you— TENGU glares back at TOLKIEN. TENGU: I can handle this. TOLKIEN: Look at that thing! It's too risky. We can find another way round. TENGU turns back to face SCP-████. TENGU: You do not have time. Won't you extend me a bit of trust? BROWNIE grabs TOLKIEN by the arm. BROWNIE: He's right. We need to get moving. BROWNIE and TOLKIEN enter the C3 elevator using the keycard. Director Pacquette can be heard inside pleading for mercy. There is a tearing sound, and the Director's voice rises several octaves in pitch as his pleas continue. Meanwhile, SCP-████ charges toward TENGU, who readies their weapon for a strike. At this point, all cameras on site cut out and are replaced with the following image for the next 12 minutes: Context Unknown When the feed returns, TENGU is shown to be severely injured: covered in burn marks and heavily bleeding. It is barely able to stand as it props itself up with its sword. Its appearance has also changed, with black wings protruding from its back and wearing traditional yamabushi attire. SCP-████ shows minor injuries, with its fur having shifted colour from brown to white. It bares its teeth in an awkward expression, a ball of electricity charging between its horns. TENGU pulls out a giraffe-themed walkie-talkie. Location: Hallway 3, Containment Wing REDCAP continues fighting site security, who now have pikes of their own in an attempt to combat it. TENGU (radio): I suppose… this is my stop. REDCAP drops its pike and claps its hands repeatedly, the force of which blows all attacking personnel to the other end of the hall before focusing its attention on the walkie-talkie. REDCAP: What're you talking about? TENGU (radio): When you get to be as old as me, you get a feeling for when your time has come. REDCAP: Yer 35. TENGU (radio): Either way, I will not be escaping this place al— REDCAP: Hayata, shut ya' gob, you gob. Where're you? TENGU (radio): It does not matter. Just listen and let me say my final words. REDCAP: No! REDCAP kicks a hole in a wall and walks through it. REDCAP continued to traverse the site in this manner, exclaiming "No!" each time it broke through a wall. Location: Hallway 6, Administrative Wing SCP-████ rears up in its hind legs and fires at TENGU — a section of the wall falls on SCP-████, causing it to miss. REDCAP enters the room, stood triumphantly on top of the rubble and SCP-████. REDCAP: No! It looks at TENGU, then down at SCP-████, who lifts itself up from under the rubble and REDCAP. A blast of electricity bursts out around SCP-████'s body, which REDCAP visibly recoils from.6 REDCAP: Fuck off, you Poundland greek mythology wanker! As SCP-████ charges another ball of electricity, REDCAP grabs one of its horns and forces it to the ground. The animal writhes and struggles to break free. REDCAP lifts up its pike, its skin charring and burning, and thrusts down through the lightning ball and into SCP-████'s head. A bright flash momentarily blinds the camera feed. When the feed clears, SCP-████ is shown to be neutralized, reduced to a skeleton. Standing above it is a silhouette of black ash in the shape of REDCAP's body, which is promptly blown away by the wind. The only remains of the former-intruder are its iron boots and shattered pike. Security footage from Elevator C3 recorded the surviving members of SCP-7131 making their escape from the site. TOLKIEN grabs BROWNIE by the scruff of its tweed jacket, pushing him forcefully into the wall. TOLKIEN drops the large burlap sack that it is carrying, which whimpers softly. The sack is squirming, and seems to contain some form of small humanoid. TOLKIEN: You were supposed to be the one with the plan, Wicks. You said we would all be fine if we released those…. things! What the fuck went wrong? BROWNIE: I- I forgot to account for Gut's protective nature. Oh, oh dear. He retrieves a brass watch from his jacket pocket and checks the time. BROWNIE: We’re still on schedule. We simply must not let Gut’s sacrifice be for nothing. He would want us to get the job done. TOLKIEN: Sacrifice? The job!? He’s a pile of ash on the floor - he ain’t thinking anythin at all. Damn it. Big guy was growing on me. TOLKEIN kicks the sack. It squeals in pain. BROWNIE: Fine. Fine, you lout. If we don’t get out of here, then we aren’t getting paid, are we? That’s all that you really care about, is it not? We also need to get him- He gestures to TENGU, who is sprawled against the elevator wall, bleeding heavily. -some first aid, or he is done for. TOLKIEN breathes heavily in and out. TOLKIEN: You’re right. I hate it, but you are. We can still get something outta this. What's the plan then, Mr Mastermind? The elevator doors open to the site parking garage. BROWNIE exits, carrying the unconscious body of TENGU. He scans the room briefly before beginning to make his way to a delivery van labelled Spicy Crust Pizzeria. BROWNIE: You said you had experience driving one of these things? TOLKIEN’s eyes widen. TOLKIEN: Oh. Oh gob yes. Exterior security footage showed the Spicy Crust Pizzeria van exiting the parking bay at extreme speeds, crashing through the security blockade that was in the process of being set up outside Site-393. Attempts to follow the van’s progress were stymied by the anti-memetic imagery incorporated in the logo, as well as “suicidally reckless driving.” Agent Quinn: And that’s all she wrote. Researcher Sajad: Huh. And you’re certain nothing’s missing? All anomalous objects are accounted for? Quinn: Yep, though now all their files have to be handwritten, and one did die, but now at least it’s easier to contain. Sajad: What about documents, classified information? One of them was working here as chief of security for god knows how long. Quinn: No evidence of unauthorized data transfer, even taking into account the Tengu. If there was any information worth stealing, it all got destroyed in the collateral. Sajad: Casualties? Quinn: None on our side. Sajad: Huh. (He leans back in his chair) So they did it just to show they could? Feels like too much effort though. All risk, no reward. Quinn: I mean, goblins are pretty chaotic by nature. Judging from the ones we have on file, they seem to be inherently unpredictable creatures. Sajad: Yeah. Just an average day at the Foundation, I guess. Welp,(Williamson gets up from his chair) I better go tell the director that the only thing that was stolen was our precious time. Thanks Quinn. Quinn: Later Sajad. Sajad exits the room, but returns 10 minutes later. They are dragging a lifeless automaton identical in appearance to Director Pacquette. There is a sizeable cavity within its chest, suitable for use by a one-foot tall humanoid. Installed within it is a small leather recliner, the arms of which are embedded with a tiny keyboard and joystick. Quinn: What’s up? Sajad: Uhhhh… Director Pacquette's whereabouts are currently unknown. SCP-7131 is presumed to be still at large. Site-393 detection measures for break-ins by diminutive, thaumaturgic humanoids are to be refitted, as current measures have been ineffective at preventing similar incidents for over the previous month. Footnotes 1. Bathroom camera footage is not monitored live for privacy reasons. 2. Training in hand-to-hand combat with child sized anomalies has been recommended for Site-393 security agents to prevent future issues of this nature. 3. Since Incident 7131, attempts to assign a standard designation to these anomalies in any digital copies of official documentation has resulted in the corruption of said documentation. 4. Adaptive Standard Containment Cell 5. Identified as SCP-████. 6. Due to its iron boots, the entity had a higher conductivity than average. |
SCP-7132 | keter | Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Assignment to SCP-7132 To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: Assignment to SCP-7132 Junior Researcher Myron Bridges, As of next week, you are reassigned to SCP-7132 containment duty. It is critical that we have someone of your artistic talent on the job. Report to Site-81 by 0800 on Monday. Good luck. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect Item #: SCP-7132 The Pauper Teal, she makes her deal to set the captives free; the Parents move to fit her groove; the dance for all to see. Special Containment Procedures: No personnel not matching personality profile 7132-FOSSE may interact with SCP-7132. SCP-7132 shall be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell with the following extra requirement: the cell's walls, ceilings, and floors must support, by hook-and-loop tape or by other means, a modularity enabling a frequent replacement of their aesthetics. The stock of such aesthetics must include a variety of different styles, colors, and cultural backgrounds; various of which must be imprinted with subtle cognitohazards inducing various emotions, including calmness, sadness, anger, and fear. The therapy, works best you see, in every state of heart. To comprehend thoughts without end, each feeling plays a part. No fewer than three daily shifts of 7132-FOSSE personnel must be on hand to execute Procedure 011-AMOS. They shall be supported by a contingent of researchers, makeup artists, psychologists, and costume specialists. They play the role, to reach the goal, of closure and self-worth. Else sorrowful, to fill the hole, will fertilize the earth. In case of a failure of operation 011-AMOS, the current form of SCP-7132 must be terminated with prejudice. The critics boo the dancers, who refuse to change their path. They seek to cheat the dancing feet, the Pauper's ruthless math. Description: SCP-7132 is a humanoid of variable appearance, though biologically it resembles a human between ██ and ███ years of age. At least once per three-day-period, SCP-7132's current form appears to die of various natural causes, and is instantaneously replaced with a new form. Memory, personality, clothing, and physical damage do not persist between manifestations; each manifestation claims to recall a separate, detailed personal history. They come from all, like leaves that fall, to glow before decay; for wounds deny them tears to cry; they fear to quit their stay. Each naturally occuring death has the potential to manifest a variety of anomalous effects on a large scale. Such effects have, for example, dramatically influenced the motion of the earth's tectonic plates1. It is projected that if such activity continues, ████████ ██ ███ ████████████ ██ ███ ██████ ███ █████████ ██████ ████ ████ ██ ███ ████ ██ █ ████████████, █████ █████ ███ ████ ███ █████ ██████ ██ █████ ███ █ ███████-██████ █████ mass extinction event. Notably, manifestations which did not claim to have traumatic memories are statistically 2.3 times as likely to manifest these effects than manifestations which did claim to have such memories. Following this discovery, Procedure 011-AMOS was instituted to reduce the number of such effects. The traumatized, through haunted eyes, know best what needs to heal. Less obvious, inglorious, are difficult to seal. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Assignment to SCP-7132 To: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr From: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm Subject: RE: Assignment to SCP-7132 Site-81 Supervisor Rita Brackett, Thank you for considering me for this opportunity. I must, however, respectfully decline the offer. Best Regards, Junior Researcher Myron Bridges To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: RE: RE: Assignment to SCP-7132 Myron, I applaud your sense of conscience. I thought as you did, once. But years of serving here have taught me otherwise. I thought we were the good guys, once. I saw how we preserved the world we live in, how we kept it safe from the monsters that would kill us all. But lately, I don't know. Our mission is to preserve what's normal. But not all that's normal is good. We lock up people merely because they have superpowers, and we subject death row prisoners to fates worse than death. Is that ethical? I don't know. We stand, all too often, at the track-switcher in a supercharged trolley problem. We choose to kill the few, to make a few people suffer, to preserve the rest of the world. It's not pretty. But we're all too often the bad guys, Myron, up against greater evils, and it's something you're going to have to accept. Your refusal to join the SCP-7132 containment effort has been denied. We'll see you at 0800 Monday morning. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect To: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr From: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm Subject: RE: RE: RE: Assignment to SCP-7132 Dear Site-81 Supervisor Rita Brackett, Keep telling yourself that. Sincerely, Myron Bridges Sent from My SCiPhone To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: Where Are You Dear Junior Researcher Myron Bridges, I am writing this at 1100 hours on the first day of your assignment to SCP-7132. You have shown up neither to Site-81 nor to your previous site. Furthermore, HR has no records of you calling in sick. Let us be concrete and specific. Do I like Procedure 011-AMOS? No. But we have to keep the bigger picture in mind. As to the ethics of the situation, I can only repeat what my supervisor told me, back when I was in your shoes, back when I had so little clearance that everything outside of the first thousand SCPs or so read [ACCESS DENIED] when I tried to click on them. No matter how humanoid they may seem, anomalies aren't people. In this job you must learn the difference. You may ask, "What about SCP-105? Are you telling me Iris isn't a person?" No, I'm not. Iris is not the anomaly; the anomaly is an anomalous ability she has. And using her as the example risks conflating the people stuck with an anomaly with the Trojan horses defined by them. Look at SCP-076. Able is a regenerating murder monster; a being defined entirely by the anomaly. Thinking he was human enough to work with was one of the worst decisions the Foundation has ever made. I am in complete support of people who happen to have an anomalous ability. Beings defined by anomalies deserve no such respect. Look at SCP-7132, then, in this framework. Is it a human who happens to be a superhero? No, it's an entity with a completely different facade every three days. If Able disguised himself as a different researcher every time he regenerated, would you consider him any less alien? Look at the file. Able never caused a mass extinction event. Please come back to work. I really don't want to escalate this. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect To: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr From: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm Subject: RE: Where Are You Dear Site-81 Supervisor Rita Brackett, The only reason I didn't reply sooner was my pressing need to dismantle the SCiPhone to get rid of every last GPS tracking tag. I'm going to disappear for a few years. Don't come looking for me; it's not worth it. I'll live a mundane life, quiet about the past. Sincerely, Myron Bridges Sent from My SCiPhone To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: RE: RE: Where Are You? Dear Junior Researcher Myron Bridges, We have no desire to capture you. Frankly, if we had wanted to do so, you would have been tied up in the back of a MTF van five minutes into your ill-conceived trek into the Salmon-Challis Forest. You didn't get rid of all the trackers on your person, you know, and you'd need a surgeon to get some out. If persuasion doesn't work, how about threats? We know where your parents live. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect To: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr From: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm Subject: RE: RE: RE: Where Are You? Dear Site-81 Supervisor Rita Brackett, If you want to kill my parents, that's on you. If you want to kill everyone I've ever met, that's on you. You're trying to make me think this is a trolley problem. That I'm the person at the track-switcher, able to make the choice. But the truth is, I'm not the one in control of the wheel here. You are. If you go through with it, I will be sad. But I will have no regrets. My parents wouldn't want to be around to see a version of me who would commit emotional abuse, anyway. Sincerely, Myron Bridges Sent from My SCiPhone Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Assignment to SCP-7132 To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: Assignment to SCP-7132 Junior Researcher Myron Bridges, You are now cleared to access file 011-AMOS. We hope that once you read it, you will be convinced despite your earlier objections. Please end this farce. We really do want you on board. After all, your actions have shown you to fit into Personality Profile 7132-FOSSE, and there's very few of those around. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect 1 attachment 1.5 kB 011-AMOS.txt To: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr From: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm Subject: Acceptance of Assignment to SCP-7132 Dear Site-81 Supervisor Rita Brackett, Audition passed, the die is cast: the dancer joins the crew. The Pauper's will, for good not ill, is more than he yet knew. Thank you for finally clarifying what procedure 011-AMOS actually is. I was, to say the least, shocked; having inferred from the redacted article that it was something unconscionable, I realize now the wholesome nature of the service we are providing SCP-7132. From the document you sent: Each incarnation of SCP-7132 carries its own distinct unresolved emotional tension, such as, for instance, never forgiving a specific action, never having told someone it loved them, never having had the chance to work through its own feelings about a specific event, or never getting to express its sexual or gender identity. If this emotional tension is unresolved by the time of the incarnation's natural expiration, then the instance's outside anomalous effects trigger. Procedure 011-AMOS comprises an accelerated diagnostic and therapy regimen tailored to each SCP-7132 incarnation in order to resolve this emotional tension. I still, however, have concerns. 011-AMOS is a good thing, true, but I imagine the Foundation's accountants can't be too happy with it. Especially since, in the long run, it is much cheaper not to enact it. Because somehow, the consequences of not doing 011-AMOS are good. "It is projected that if such activity continues, activity at the intersection of the Scotia and Antarctic plates will lead to the rise of a supervolcano, whose ash cloud may cool the earth enough to stave off a climate-change based mass extinction event." In the name of all that is good and holy, why would we want to prevent any of that? I have no further objections to joining this project and look forward to working on it. Sincerely, Myron Bridges Secure, Contain, Protect Sent from My SCiPhone To: ten.PiCS|segdirbm#ten.PiCS|segdirbm From: ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr#ten.PiCS|ttekcarbr Subject: RE: Assignment to SCP-7132 Hello Myron, I hope your time so far on 011-AMOS is doing well. You're doing the Lord's work, and I salute you for it. It is because it is the Lord's work that we must imply what we do in the main article. We need people who are, for lack of a better term, pure of heart to execute 011-AMOS. Do you know how many people I selected for the position before you, Myron? Thirty-four. Thirty-four people who believed the implications of the article and still agreed to participate in horrible deeds. They failed the test. And you passed, Myron. You refused to do awful things in the name of greater safety. Now, as for why we do 011-AMOS at all. I know the Foundation aren't always the good guys. I know it would be cheaper and more our style to let SCP-7132 rot in a containment cell. Who cares if the petty concerns of one anomaly go unresolved? We've got bigger fish to fry. And if not doing anything results in something good happening, then all the better, right? Wrong. The thing about anomalies designed to do good is, they're all means to some greater, mundane end. Whoever made them thinks that their end justifies taking an anomalous shortcut. But the thing about deus ex machinas is they hardly ever look to the long-term consequences of their actions. Look at SCP-6044, whose effort to prevent flooding created a weapon that could end the world in the wrong hands. The supervolcano is only a stopgap solution. And the thing about stopgap solutions is, while they're very good, they tend to make people think they can stop working on the long-term solutions. It's still a trolley problem, Myron. We've got to choose the lesser good if we want to prevent the greater. Regards, Site-81 Senior Supervisor Rita Brackett Secure, Contain, Protect Footnotes 1. Foundation satellites have registered the unique EVE frequencies of individual manifestations of SCP-7132 spiking across areas of such events before remaining there at low levels for up to seven months. You came here looking for answers? You're in the right place. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7132" by Alzin Cdag, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7132. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7134 | keter | Born 'Neath a Lucky Star ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} This file is a revision of the following. Would you like to access it? ● IV-Revision 6/13/2022 ● Item#: 7134 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7134 is uncontained and 7134-Events are recurring. As of 6/27/2022, forty-nine (49) personnel are in long-term assignment to SCP-7134 operations, lead by Head Researcher Dr. Yago Morro, PhD. and Head Tactician Captain Jackson Baxters (both Lv. 4 Clearance). Mobile Task Force Sampson-7 "Bugsy's Bunny" has been organized for the securement of 7134-Events. Intercepted communications, surveillances, or other media pertaining to SCP-7134 and 7134-Events are to be followed up on by MTF Sampson-7 to conduct the securement of the 7134-Event, and the demanifestation or termination of SCP-7134. Attempts to contain extant SCP-7134 are not to be made unless approved prior to mission by Head Tactician. Miscellaneous reports of anomalous rabbits forwarded by field agents and web crawlers (per standard cryptid investigation protocols) are under further review to determine undocumented 7134-Events requiring securing. The Weather-Gamble Cross-Positioning (WGCP) System is in operation for the designed purpose of locating meteorological activity in relation to gambling establishments within the continental United States of America, and for cataloging viable locations for 7134-Events. In the field tracking of SCP-7134, personnel are advised to use Kant counters to assist in locating extant specimens. All SCP-7134 in containment are deceased. Eighty (80) cadavers are in cryogenic storage at: Site-19; Site-43; Site-66; Site-104. Four (4) taxidermies are on display at: Site-87; Site-169.1 Additional cadavers are to be disposed of as level 0 biological material following autopsy unless reserved for future study. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7134 is a mammalian species of leporine morphology with cervine traits (Lepus antilocapra), analogous to the "jackalope" of North American folklore. Aside from the chimeric nature of the species, specimens have exhibited unexplained abilities including: intangibility; cognitohazardous compulsion; sentience; sapience; capability of speech for the utilization of language; low-end reality-bending; probability-alteration or short-term clairvoyance, and preservation of a single identity through reincarnation or gestalt consciousness. Sightings of SCP-7134, designated 7134-Events, are scarce yet regularly occurring under predictable circumstances. Observation of over seven hundred (>700) confirmed 7134-Events has identified three universal constants, as the phenomenon occurs exclusively: within the continental United States of America, within the property lines of establishments host to gambling, on the night of a full moon. Additional criteria for loci of 7134-Events are under consideration. While manifestation of an SCP-7134 instance has not been directly observed, specimens have always been in the vicinity of at least one (1) conscious person for a 7134-Event. ● The next 7134-Event is projected for: July 13th, 2022. (7134-Event-07132022) ● SHE NEVER DID A WHOLE DAY'S WORK IN HER LIFE SCP-7134 Physiology Chapter accessed Adult SCP-7134's physiology is standard for that of female specimens found in the genus Lepus,2 in exception to the presence of two (2) horns emerging from the head, ranging 12.2-18.5 cm (4.8-7.4 in.) in length.3 Aside from this chimeric appearance, the external anatomy is entirely non-anomalous. Autopsies have found that the internal anatomy (especially the nervous, respiratory, reproductive systems) does not have any physical abnormalities that can be attributed as cause for SCP-7134's anomalous properties. Genetic analysis of SCP-7134 has produced mixed results. Analysis of soft tissue and bodily fluids indicates the species is closely related to Lepus alleni.4 Analysis of hard tissue (horns and other) is identified as near identical to that of Antilocapra americana.5 Aside from horns, bone structure is as expected of leporids. How SCP-7134 persists despite the incompatibility of these biologies is unknown. All inspected instanced have invariably been female, and the mitochondrial DNA is completely identical in said instances. Expression of phenotypes vary between instances, as they may range in weight; size; coat color; coat pattern; horn length; and other minutiae. It is also noted that SCP-7134 is genetically distinct from SCP-6968-2-C, and no instances have been found to be diseased by Kappapapillomavirus 26 or similar. Reproduction, development, and maturation of SCP-7134 is unverified. Due to similar biology compared to Lepus alleni, SCP-7134 is projected to have a gestation cycle of approximately six weeks, and conception requires a compatible male specimen of identical or related species. Alternate hypotheses of parthenogenesis and/or tachygestation are also considered. Formation of the skeleton indicates that bone development occurs at rates expected for Lepus alleni, and encountered adults are two years (2 yrs.) of age on average. SCP-7134 are noted to be highly physically active despite pregnancy, and have not exhibited notable hindrances in mobility either before or after giving birth. SCP-7134 can produce litters of up to seven (7) leverets, averaging at four (4). Stillbirths have not been observed. Leverets exhibit several physiological properties not seen in adults, nor any non-anomalous fauna. SCP-7134 brood have been impermeable to matter in all observed cases, and any attempts to restrict with them have produced no results. Leverets appear translucent blue when viewed directly, and can only be detected by energy-based imaging systems. Despite no recognizable source for photon emission, leverets are moderately luminescent and vary in brightness ≈30-80 candelas. While most lagomorphs are altricial and nidicolous, SCP-7134 inversely is highly precocial and nidifugous, more so than any other Lepus species. Newborn SCP-7134 are appear far more physical developed than other newborn leporids, possessing an apparent morphology analogous of a non-anomalous Lepus alleni leverets two weeks (2 wks.) in age, only with addition of velveted antlers ≈1 cm (0.4 in.) in length. These broods are capable of locomotion upon birth, and if provided nesting, will leave the nest within hours. Strangely, SCP-7134 leverets experience half of what gravitational acceleration would be expected of an organism of their size (g = 4.13 m/s²), and can retain traction in air, directing themselves as done for terrestrial locomotion. For their incorporeal nature, newborn SCP-7134 specimens are classified as Class-II Apparitions.7 Adult specimens are currently classified as Class-IV, with potential to be reclassified as Class-V. Adult SCP-7134 have an above average Hume reading of ≈146 Hm, and newborn SCP-7134 commonly have a below average Hume reading of ≈87 Hm, which may rise to average or above average levels following the death of their mother. Chapter accessed SCP-7134 Ethology/Psychology Chapter accessed Ethology of SCP-7134 has not been observed outside of 7134-Events. Limited interactions between SCP-7134 and their brood have been observed, but an affinity to socialize with humans is prominent. As instances perform socialization with awareness of themselves and others; discerning of their actions; absence of individuality; recollection of experiences and information exclusive to previous instances, SCP-7134 definitively possesses sapience in the form of either a gestalt entity or a reincarnating consciousness. As a species with a single known consciousness, critical threat should be exposed to an infohazard. Application of lethal cognitohazards have shown to only effect an individual. SCP-7134 are capable of human speech despite the absence of necessitated anatomy. Adult instances have been observed to speak with fluency in English, Spanish, French, Ojibwe, and Mandarin, with limited to inexistent comprehension of other languages. Conversations with instances have shown SCP-7134 capable perceiving and replicating tones and vocalics used in speech for appropriate meta-communication; non-anomalous leporid vocalics; laughter; and on select occasions, singing. Voices of SCP-7134 are commonly described as feminine, but accents vary between instances and are often endemic (if not, prevalent) to the area the instances are encountered in. The SCP-7134 consciousness is acutely aware of their perpetuating nature. SCP-7134 recognizes herself as a singular identity inhabiting several organisms that lack intellectual autonomy between members of their species. There is plausibility that SCP-7134 is in actuality reincarnating within her own lineage and is under the erroneous belief she is a gestalt. When speaking with humans, SCP-7134 uses grammatical person to reflect the physical individually of SCP-7134 specimens, active instances refer to their being in the first-person with present tense, referring to past or future instances in first- or third-person with appropriate tenses, and clarifying familial relation between does and leverets. Per comments from instances, SCP-7134's gender identity is currently accepted as female. If SCP-7134 is a gestalt entity, it is uncertain if the gestalt identifies the entirety of itself as female, or just all encountered instances as they are biologically female. Adult SCP-7134's behavior is highly Machiavellian, as instances conduct themselves differently depending on the human social environment. Psychoanalysis of SCP-7134's personality has found her exemplative of psychopathy, with a grading of 35/40 in accordance to the Psychopathy Checklist—revised (PCL-R). Regarding the "boldness" trait, SCP-7134 possesses a high tolerance for stress and fear, and is regularly assertive and confident in her actions. She has little regard for danger and unfamiliarity due to effective immortality, acting without reservation sometimes to the point of being suicidal. SCP-7134 appears to only practice self-preservation for sake of personal experience, and can show apathy or lack of urgency towards raising their brood. Regarding the "disinhibition" trait, SCP-7134 has considerable but finite restraint. Whether the circumstances of a 7134-Event are arranged through planning and foresight on her part or anomalously fabricated, SCP-7134 regardless can restrain herself to a certain set of behaviors for hours in the presence of others. If SCP-7134 reaches a point where she does not see necessity for patience, she will begin to act highly impulsive. Regarding the "meanness" trait, SCP-7134 greatly lacks empathy towards others, regularly hiding this from people unacquainted with her. She exercises exploitative tendencies to facilitate acts of cruelty, as she finds amusement from witnessing or inflicting misfortune upon a person. If SCP-7134 interacts with a person not considered susceptible to exploitation, she will verbally harass in order to distract or irritate. SCP-7134 is also noted to have an affinity to humor (especially what is morbid or sadistic in nature) and will perform displays for the allurement of targets, distraction or irritation of opponents, or for generalized self-amusement. SCP-7134 also exhibits behaviors seen in other lagomorphs. The species' body language is mostly comprised of kinesics seen in Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus,8 but instances have been observed positioning their heads in ways akin to humans mannerisms, including to maintain eye contact. SCP-7134 may redirect themselves to gather sustenance if a location provides food or is decorated with plants considered favorable. Aside from what is ordinarily consumable, some SCP-7134 have consumed food or materials that are inedible or toxic for hares, either through accident or intentionally. While SCP-7134 anatomy indicates the species involuntarily defecates, arguments have been made that SCP-7134 exhibits voluntary control. SCP-7134 exhibits nesting behavior largely similar to other lagomorphs, only instead of settling in low sheltered aboveground locations like other hares, SCP-7134 incentivizes locations that are difficult or rarely to be accessed by humans and often indoors. Nests constructed by SCP-7134 can be composed from materials commonly used by nesting does (grass, twigs, flower stems, fur from does' dewlap), but often include or are mainly comprised from unorthodox materials sourced through theft, battery, or destruction of property (paper currency, physicals documents, clothing, metal wiring, plastic tubing, rope fibers, flower petals, hair from other organisms). Chapter accessed 🟢 7134-Event Occurrence 🟢 Chapter accessed Since cataloging of 7134-Events was initiated, 741 of 952 projected events have been identified by the SCP Foundation. At least twenty (20) additional events have or are likely to have occurred prior to 1945. Liberal estimates state approximately 2,400 (cir. 1829) to 3,000 (cir. 1776) 7134-Events could have possibly occurred. Frequency of 7134-Events is highly regular, occurring every 684±8 hours, or approximately every twenty-nine days (29 dy). The phenomenon is in a rough synchronization with the lunar month, always occurring on the date of a full moon, but not in an exact correlation to the moon's synodic period. Events can occur at any point in the day, most commonly during nocturnal hours. Due to the region in which SCP-7134 is endemic to spanning across four times zones, there is a contiguous twenty-seven hour period (27:00) in which an 7134-Event can initiate and terminate in. Localization of 7134-Events is unnaturally confined, occurring only within the continental United States of America. Apparent distribution of SCP-7134 appears to be restricted not only by geographic borders, but also by legislative borders as defined by the federal and state governments. At no point has an extant SCP-7134 specimen been observed to emigrate over national land or ocean borders, but remains can be relocated out of country. SCP-7134 has not been observed in Alaska; Hawai'i; or any U.S. Territories, alive or dead. Due to varying state legislations, prevalence of 7134-Events most concentrated in states with unrestrictive gambling laws, but may still occur in states where gambling is highly regulated or outright illegal.9 7134-Events exclusively occur at geographic locations that have had property lines determined by land surveyors, and are actively serving (at least in part) as a forum for humans to partake in gambling. Whether the gambling house is publicly listed or unlisted; legally or illegally operated is inconsequential. These locations may be coextensive with hotels, resorts, racetracks, parks, or country clubs. SCP-7134 are always first encountered within the property lines of the target location, where SCP-7134 will occupy for the duration of the event. SCP-7134 can leave properties of their own volition, although this will regularly result in the termination of 7134-Events. A correlation between local meteorological activity has been observed in most instances; over four hundred (>400) 7134-Events from 1972-2022 have been positively identified to have occurred at locations within a twenty-mile-radius (r =20 mi.) from landfall of a lightning strike produced within the preceding week. The probability of an event occurring is noted to increase in regards to the concentration of lightning strikes in an area. Chapter accessed 7134-Event Progression Chapter accessed While the exact measures of a 7134-Event is highly unpredictable, 7134-Events follow a general series of phases with a primary point of deviation and a latent termination procedure that may initiate at any point during the event. This rough chronology is as follows: 0. — The location of an 7134-Event will experience a substantial decrease in local Hume levels. — Hume levels can decline by up to 30 Hm. A Hume fluctuation can only be marked as the initiation of a 7134-Event upon confirmation of SCP-7134's presence. 1. — An adult SCP-7134 pregnant with a litter will manifest within the property unobserved. — Manifestation of an SCP-7134 instance has never been directly observed. Absences in video evidence substantiates that SCP-7134 arrives at a location through anomalous means. 2. — SCP-7134 will target a person or persons to interact with. — SCP-7134 will prioritize those who are either impaired; impulsive; or easily manipulated in some form. Subject most often targets an isolated person, and has not been observed to to approach a party greater than five (5) people. IF Phase 2 is conducted in full: 3a. — SCP-7134 will approach the target(s) and converse. — SCP-7134 will conduct highly approachable behavior, often issuing complements or expressing humor. SCP-7134 will soon extend offers of companionship or advice. 4a. — SCP-7134 will accompany the target(s) for activities involving risk taking to some degree. — Activities entail that the participants provided opportunity for profit either monetarily, socially, or emotionally. On occasions, SCP-7134 has fabricated scenarios for such risk taking. 5a — Target(s) will experience success in activities for a prolonged period of time. — Targets usually benefit by following advice provided to them by SCP-7134, and progressively increase wagers. Local Hume levels will gradually rise over time, indicative of decreases in probability alteration. 6a. — SCP-7134 will depart following or in anticipation of sudden substantial loss to at least one (1) person involved, most often the target(s). — Outcome may result in loss of wealth; social relations; employment; autonomy; or life. Those involved may be negatively impacted by the events of 7134-Events after a prolonged period of time, as much as years after incident. IF Phase 2 is interfered with: 3b. — SCP-7134 will be intercepted by an opposing party knowledgeable of it's activity/cognizant of it's anomalous nature. — In all relevant cases, this has been SCP Foundation personnel or amateur paranormal enthusiasts. It is unknown if other paranormal organizations have responded to 7134-Events. 4b. — SCP-7134 will react to confrontation to some degree. — SCP-7134 will conduct antagonistic behavior, often issuing taunts or testing patience. SCP-7134 will soon attempt to relocate herself from confronter(s). 5b — SCP-7134 will either have visual on it lost or sustain fatal injury. — Attempts to pursue SCP-7134 may result in traversal of environmental hazards; destruction of property; loss of life. 7a/6b. 7134-Event will terminate following the complete departure or neutralization of SCP-7134 instances, signified by restoration of Hume levels to baseline. SCP-7134 will give birth to her litter at some point during the 7134-Event, either while extant or upon death. In some cases, SCP-7134 will attempt to find a location to create a nest to birth and house the litters for the remainder of event. In a completed nest, the SCP-7134 mother will give natural birth to the litter, which will remain in the nest until the mother either initiates the brood to evacuate the nest, leaves the property, or is terminated. If SCP-7134 is terminated before giving birth, the litter will be experience post-mortem birth by permeating outside of SCP-7134's womb. SCP-7134 brood will run in different directions. Operating with a local/personal Hume reading of ≈87/146, the adult SCP-7134 specimens qualify as a Class-I Reality Bender. SCP-7134's reality warping capabilities appears to primarily manifests as probability alteration, as SCP-7134 and those around her regularly experience convoluted or unrealistic circumstances that would otherwise be low-probability in baseline reality. These probability alteration are commonly prefaced by a declarative statement whose subject is ironic or predictive for the succeeding effects. SCP-7134's utilization of such statements is currently hypothesized to serve the purpose of an ontokinetic aid or similar device. There is no substantial evidence that SCP-7134 has manifested other more commonly exhibited Class-I reality warping capabilities such as ectoentropic or atomic manipulation. Despite the readily apparent anomalous nature of the species, viewers of adult SCP-7134 do not commonly take issue with the presence as would be expected. This is attributed to the emission of a pretermemetic cognitohazard; as no physical evidence for a source can be identified in SCP-7134's anatomy, this is a secondary manifestation of SCP-7134's reality warping capabilities. Viewers with a score of 7.4 or higher on the Cognitive Resistance Scale or with prior knowledge of SCP-7134 and 7134-Events will be able to accurately perceive the abnormality of the phenomena. Viewers who are ignorant or borderline knowledgeable about jackalope folklore will recognize SCP-7134 as a jackalope (or "horned rabbit" or "antelabbit"), but will remain (to varying extent depending on CRS score) significantly oblivious to how their encounter contradicts the apparent fictionality of cryptids as understood by the public. The pretermemetic effects will terminate completely upon neutralization of the adult SCP-7134 instance and its reality bending. SCP-7134 leverets do not exhibit the pretermemetic cognitohazard, as sightings will cause panic among civilians. There is evidence that SCP-7134 instances may exhibit probability alteration succeeding the termination of their mother. Chapter accessed SCP-7134 Taxidermy №4, restored. Pictured in Site-169 mess hall. HISTORY: The earliest written record of a horned jackrabbit or similar cryptid in North America can be dated back to 1829, with the reported capture by a trapper named Roy Ball. It is unknown if this and many subsequent records of jackalope sightings were valid, as following the taxidermy of a supposed "jackalope" by brothers Douglas and Ralph Herrick in 1934,10 the creature has become commonplace in American pop culture and rogue taxidermy. The oldest verified instance of SCP-7134 is a taxidermy mount dated to the 1870s (pictured), recovered from a cottage in Westminster in 2012. The extent of the SCP-7134 species' relevancy with the whole of jackrabbits or similar folklore predating 1829 is unknown. Request the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics for access to further reading on: jackalopes; North American cryptids; Anishinaabe traditional beliefs. The SCP Foundation's earliest record of an SCP-7134 instance dates back to 1938, describing the recovery of a full-body taxidermy of a leporine species with horns found in the possession of an American associate of Marshall, Carter, & Dark Ltd. Surviving documentation indicates that the specimen was found and killed on the premise of an Atlantic City casino with known affiliations with MC&D. The whereabouts of Anomalous Object #343-LMRFDD and further documentation have since been lost. Foundation assets would not encounter an 7134-Event until July 25th, 1945. Field Agent Drew Lotts responded to the aftermath of a fire at a cardroom in Galveston, Texas. Lotts' investigation into an anomalous origin for the fire procured an eyewitness account of 7134-Event-07251945 (formerly Incident-7134-B), and recovery of type specimen, SCP-7134-07251945. SCP-7134 was added to the registry of SCP objects on July 28th, 1945. Following 7134-Event-01071947 (formerly Incident-7134-G) and discovery of phenomenon's correlation with the lunar cycle, manifestations of SCP-7134 were redesignated as 7134-Events, suffixed by date of occurrence.11 Miscellaneous field agents and task force members would be redirected for SCP-7134 securement efforts until in November of 1973, when Mobile Task Force Sampson-7 "Bugsy's Bunny" was organized for the specialized response to 7134-Events, and potential anomalies localized to gambling establishment. Across eight decades of containment efforts, eleven (11) Foundation personnel have been killed in action, three (3) missing in action during 7134-Events. Through observation and interactions with field agents, SCP-7134 has aggregated information to become knowledgeable of the SCP Foundation to a limited extent. SCP-7134 is currently believed to understand that the SCP Foundation: is a covert organization dealing with "skips", considers SCP-7134 a "skip", is in active opposition of SCP-7134 activity, has a presence in all forty-eight (48) states of the continental U.S, has at least five (5) task forces that have been assigned to SCP-7134 at some point, has no current intent for capturing SCP-7134 alive. ADDENDUM: Introduction to supplementary documents pertaining to SCP-7134. Summary of notable 7134-Events Catalog accessed - Contact RAISA for complete records Designation Location Description 7134-Event 02/12/1960 Pike County Casino and Raceway, Pike, Pike County, Kentucky SCP-7134-02131960 ran out to the track during a horse race, disrupting placings, and resulting in a broken arm for Fred Polk (M, 37), jockey of No. 17 "Tulips". Local mayoral candidate Horace Heikler (M, 62) was institutionalized at Eastern State Hospital after being refused refund for $170,000 in lost bets by citing cause as "the jackrabbit told [him] to place it on seventeen". SCP-7134-02131960 terminated, trampled by racers. 7134-Event 09/08/1976 House of Cards, Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana SCP-7134-09081976 encountered by Shreveport police during a shootout with a local gang, the Caddo Boys. SCP-7134-09081976 terminated by undercover agent Ι-10 Valmer via handgun. The shootout resulted in the deaths of several cardhouse staff, patrons, and all involved gang members. Investigation into the shooting found that the gang had attacked the cardhouse in relation for an unknown amount of money Gabriel Prince (M, ≈20) had lost playing poker prior in the day. Survivors from the card game attest to seeing SCP-7134-09081976 sitting in Prince's lap during the game. 7134-Event 10/13/1981 Maxim Hotel and Casino, Paradise, Clark County, Nevada SCP-7134-03181992 attempted to convince singer Bobby Freemont (M, 56) to pursue a contract with the Maxim as an in-house performer. MTF S-7 intercepted and pursued instance to hotel's auditorium. SCP-7134-03181992 terminated via gunfire. S-7 Baldwyn killed in action by falling lighting equipment. SCP-7134 engagement protocols revised following incident. 7134-Event 07/02/1985 Rabbit's Foot Club, Arbury, Saline County, Arkansas SCP-7134-07021985 accompanied patron Harold Pickett (M, 49), reportedly identifying as the casino's mascot. Following a three-hour winning streak at slot machines, Pickett left the establishment with a profit of $17,000. SCP-7134-07021985 unaccounted for after offering Pickett to visit again at the end of the month. 7134-Event 07/31/1985 Rabbit's Foot Club, Arbury, Saline County, Arkansas First known instance of SCP-7134 encountering a subject from a prior 7134-Event. SCP-7134-07311985 again accompanied Pickett for a two-hour winning streak at slots machines, ending with Pickett losing $83,300 worth of chips in roulette. SCP-7134-07311985 unaccounted for after Pickett's removal by security. 7134-Event 03/18/1992 Empire City Casino, Yonkers, Westchester County, New York. Encountered by Pi-1 Agent Judith Yves-Petersen (F, 26) while off duty. First instance of a 7134-Event with an SCP Foundation staff as subject. Π-1 Yves-Petersen called in to Site-28 to report "a real jackalope", furthering a request for back up with trapping gear. SCP-7134-03181992 self-terminated during attempted capture by MTF Pi-1. Π-1 Bruce Gowen (M, 41) reported killed in action. Π-1 Yves-Petersen reported missing in action. Rudimentary information on SCP-7134 made available under Unrestricted Clearance (Lv. 1) following incident.12 7134-Event 08/08/1998 Max's Tavern, Bittlebush, Juab County, Utah SCP-7134-08081998 manifested during the final night of a 2547-Event. Only known case of an 7134-Event coinciding with other SCP phenomena. Multiple town residents report seeing instance evading SCP-2547 and stealing favors given to SCP-2547-1 from the church to offer as winnings for card games at the local cardhouse. Townsfolk participated in these games until SCP-2547-1 entered the tavern, capturing and consuming SCP-7134-08081998. SCP-2547 departed following termination. 7134-Event 02/12/2006 Shoshone-Bannock Casino Hotel, Pocatello, Bannock County, Idaho SCP-7134-02122006 found along Nelson Graves (M, 34), both deceased. It is speculated that instance had convinced Graves into committing bestiality in men's restroom.13 SCP-7134-02122006 expired from internal bleeding. Graves expired from anaphylaxis induced by SCP-7134 bodily fluids. 7134-Event 11/21/2010 Wheeler Ridge Country Club, Hurricane, Putnam County, West Virginia SCP-7134-11212010 reportedly led an intoxicated Wilhelm Avden (M, 53) towards a party of WVJC students using a karaoke machine. Avden made untoward advances on the women, prompting other patrons to intervene, at which point Avden became physical. In a recording by student Emily Charles (F, 23), SCP-7134-11212010 is seen laughing, encouraging the fighting, and singing to the karaoke machine playing "Luck Be A Lady". Avden and Harvey Emory (M, 49) were hospitalized for their injuries, the former placed into a medical coma. SCP-7134-11212010 terminated leaving premises by civilian Bry Erpatz (NB, 36) via hunting rifle. 7134-Event 04/19/2019 Clam Creek Hotel, Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey SCP-7134-04192019 acquaints bar patrons Lindsey Colm (F, 27) and George Ritter (M, 25), leading the two to conduct an affair. Instance is present in a recording of Colm and Ritter performing coitus in a hotel room while under the influence, made by Ritter under the pretense that Colm's cellphone was his own. Adrian Colm (M, 56) would murder his spouse the next day following his discovery of the pornographic recording on their shared cloud service. SCP-7134-04192019 unaccounted for. Catalog accessed - Contact RAISA for complete records Summary of notable SCP-7134 experiments Examples accessed - Contact RAISA for complete records Experiment 7134/BVPNZ "Little Sip" Date: 05/07/1974 - 02/26/1975 Intent of experiment: Verification of folkloristic idiosyncrasy (jackalopes are particular towards whiskey or other alcohols). Control of experiment: Agents of MTF Sampson-7 provided flask of Jim Beam bourbon whiskey. Personnel are to attempt enticement in event SCP-7134 is encountered in the field. Results: No results produced until 7134-Event-10011974 (Coos Bay, OR). SCP-7134-10011974 approached by Cor. Bennings, offering shotglass of whiskey. SCP-7134-10011974 denied offer, stating "it's bad for the babies."14 Subsequent SCP-7134 instances made similar refusals both prior and post birthing process. Experiment 7134/EYSQC "In The Flesh" Date: 03/09/1982 Intent of experiment: Response of an SCP-7134 instance to a prior iteration. Control of experiment: Cadaver of most recent specimen (SCP-7134-02081982) provided to MTF Sampson-7. MTF to present cadaver to extant specimen at next available 7134-Event. Results: SCP-7134-02081982 deployed with MTF Sampson-7 response to 7134-Event-03091982 (Dover, DE). SCP-7134-03091982 presented with SCP-7134-02081982 by Pvt. Chalmer, Pvt. Levon. SCP-7134-03091982 vocalized disgust at cadaver, exclaiming "God, you guys still have that thing" before running from Sampson-7. SCP-7134-03091982 directed additional comments and insults to personnel before visual was lost for remainder of event. Experiment 7134/HBVTF "Thermidorian Reaction" Date: 5/22/1993 - 10/31/1993 Intent of experiment: Preventative measures to redirect or control potential loci of 7134-Events (Experiment 7134/EYSQC cited for possible deterrent methods). Control of experiment: Cadavers of SCP-7134-11101992, SCP-7134-12101992, and SCP-7134-01081993 transferred to Site-87 for processing into mounted head taxidermies. MTF Sampson-7 provided Taxidermies №1, №2, №3 to mount in locations considered high-probability candidates for 7134-Events. Results: SCP-7134 instances manifested at alternate candidates for 7134-Events for five consecutive cycles. Sixth 7134-Event of experiment saw the manifestation of SCP-7134-10301993 at Little Wind Casino (Ethete, WY), then host to SCP-7134 Taxidermy №2. Proctoring staff ruled that prior findings were most likely coincidental, with off chance the used methods were valid but of temporary efficacy. All taxidermies were returned to Site-87 following closure of experiment. Experiment 7134/KEYWI "Hare's Hairs" Date: 5/22/1993 - 6/4/1993 Intent of experiment: Tracking of SCP-7134 outside of 7134-Events (conducted via thaumaturgic methods). Control of experiment: Fur sample from SCP-7134-01081993 provided to Site-87's Head of Theology Dr. Harvey Cogh for detrital scrying.15 Ritual conducted under several circumstances. Results: Scrying consistently succeeded to discern the location of SCP-7134-01081993 cadaver and Taxidermy №3. Attempts at locating other cadavers in inventory produced no results. Attempt at locating SCP-7134-06041993 during 7134-Event-06041993 (San Bernardino, CA) produced no results. Experiment 7134/NHBZL "Run Home" Date: 9/2/2001 Intent of experiment: Tracking of SCP-7134 outside of 7134-Events (conducted via technological methods). Control of experiment: MTF Sampson-7 provided with JH-99b tracking darts16 in anticipation of 7134-Event-09022001. Results: MTF Sampson-7 responded to 7134-Event-09022001, located at Seven Mile Casino (San Diego, CA). SCP-7134-09022001 implanted with tracker by Lt. Blcacki in casino courtyard before visual contact was lost. SCP-7134-09022001 tracked moving east before abruptly following Interstate 5 southbound, averaging 57 mph. Tracking dart and partial remains recovered from undercarriage of semi-trailer truck at San Diego-Tijuana border stop. SCP-7134 head, right forelimb, leverets unaccounted for. Examples accessed - Contact RAISA for complete records Document I72645bt (Restored) Document accessed - Contact RAISA for associated documents Included photograph, captioned: Scene of fire after coroner. Wastebasket centered. DATE — 7/26/45 TIME — 1500 CST LOCATION — Galveston, TX. DESCRIPTION — Questioning of L. Bodner on events of fire in Galveston, TX. 2 adult males, 1 unidentified anomaly killed. 1 adult male injured. Interviewer - Drew Lotts, SCP field agent Questioned - Lukas Bodner, civilian, suspected racketeer CAUSE — Gathering information from a witness to anomalous activity. Agent's efforts may ascertain the possible action of "animal superspies"17 on American soil. LOTTS: Can you state your name for the record, sir? BODNER: Lukas Bodner. LOTTS: Mr. Bodner, I would like you to recount what you saw last evening if you can do that. The events of the fire at the address of 119 Hester Street. BODNER: I can do that. LOTTS: Okay. First of all, can you identify the two men that were in the room with you? Did you know them? BODNER: Yes, I knew them. Gideon Zussman and our manager, Henry Segre. We did business together. LOTTS: Were you doing business with Misters Segre and Zussman that evening? BODNER: I started when we were closing up for the night. We got the barflies out and Gideon and I were — well not Gideon, he felt himself too busy smoking a Cuban — I was cleaning down a table as Henry was counting the register. LOTTS: Counting the register. So these profits were from the bar? BODNER: That's what I said. Yes. LOTTS: This is the Free State, Mr. Bodner. I know a card den when I see one, and frankly, I don't know a cop in town who'd care to call it in. I'd prefer without the euphemisms for sake of clarity. BODNER: You don't know many people, because I'd think the hardasses out on Fort Crockett would care. As I said; we were counting the register. We were doing our dues when we heard a dame's voice call out to us. At first I thought it was one of our investor's girls, but how'd she get in with the front locked? So we look and there in the window — inside, at the bay windows — there was a rabbit! Only she had little deer horns on her head! LOTTS: Yes. I saw the body and even had a hard time believing. BODNER: It's strange enough to see a jackrabbit at the coast, let alone one that could talk and had horns. Because it talked. Again! Asked if — okay, she asked if she missed the cards. Had "a hankering for a round of Three-Card Guts" she said. Of course first thing for Gideon was, "how is she to play if she doesn't have any hands?" Henry made a good crack about her betting in bunny money, but she didn't like that. Like the dickens took a running start, bounced onto tables to get to Henry at the bar. Henry move back as he thought it was coming at him, but no, it banged the tin out of register, sending coin all over the floor. LOTTS: The animal was interested in the money? BODNER: Grabbed a dub18 off the floor and ran around with it. Said she was broke so she'd bet with our money! LOTTS: Oh my. BODNER: I got the broom again and tried to hit the little rodent, but it was running between all the chair legs. Gideon got off his ass and soon him and Henry were shuffling around trying to grab her like a football. Ended up for nothing as one of us left the door to the back room open and it zoomed in there. First thing she did was knock a plant over, getting sod all over itself. Once we closed the three of ourselves in there with it, it was trying to get us to do circles around the table singing "nanny nanny boo-boo" until Gideon upturned a wastebasket and got her under it. LOTTS: The one the animal carcass was found in, yes? BODNER: That's the one. He got the thing under, sat on it, and went back to his smoke. He never put out his cigar, that idiot. Now the rabbit, she was howling. Sounded like my brother's wife when he'd come home drunk. Whining, cussing, calling us a bunch of schlimazels as it was trying to wiggle its way out. Crazy broad. It wasn't until after a moment of us catching our breath that we realized it; we had just caught ourselves a jackalope. LOTTS: A jackalope. That is certainly a rare feat, I would say. BODNER: Henry said we should sell her to The Greatest Show on Earth. I was all for that; it sounded like big money. What circus wouldn't want a real live jackalope? I pulled out the yellow pages to call them up. Now aside from the horns, it's pretty much just a jackrabbit. It eats and breaths, so until they came and bought her off us, Henry reckoned we had to care for her. LOTTS: You and Mr. Segre felt you were equipped for that? BODNER: With how fussy that thing was, I doubted we could find a way to feed it a few carrots,19 as we aren't rabbit farmers. We're— we were business men. We just had to hold on for a day or two, I thought. Now then, it was when Henry was talking about giving it some water, when Gideon pepped up and said, "Whiskey." LOTTS: Whiskey? BODNER: Yes. "The prospectors back in Wyoming," he said, "they would say a shot of whiskey will have jackalopes eating out of the palm of your hand. That they would lead people to gold." I wasn't too sure how much sense that made, and Henry looked to be mulling it over too when we saw that little thing, it had stopped fighting from its cage. It started acting like a dog begging for scraps! Pleading for whiskey. LOTTS: Really? Did you serve the jackelope whiskey? BODNER: No, not me. Henry went to the bottles we kept on the safe to pour a shot. I just went back to the pages when all of a sudden Gideon jumped up from the basket, yelling like it burned him. He hopped around like one of the Three Stooges, holding onto his leg right there, and bumped into Henry, knocking them both over. The bottle smashed against the wall, and then the cigar— the wallpaper went up in flames. LOTTS: Gideon's cigar? BODNER: It lit the alcohol on fire. The alcohol on them caught fire. They started screaming so I went to get help but the door— the knob broke in my hand. I tried ramming the door open, but I only roughed myself up doing that. It felt like God wanted me dead. That's when I phoned the fire department to get me out of there. The rug was burning. The plaster was burning. It was so fast, and then I couldn't hear Gideon screaming no more. But I heard that little thing was laughing. The second the fire started, it did. It was laughing while smoke was filling its little lungs, and until I passed out I could still hear that damned laugh. I pray that it burned with them. Document accessed - Contact RAISA for associated documents Transcripts 4/16/2003 (Excerpts) Excerpts provided - Contact RAISA for individual records Mission Transcripts - 7134-Event-04162003 *(EX) Date: April 16th, 2003 Location: Casa de San Cayetano, Belen, Valencia County, New Mexico Involved Team(s): Mobile Task Force Iota-10 "Damn Feds" - 1 unit, 1 vehicle Mobile Task Force Sampson-7 "Bugsy's Bunny" - 4 units, 1 vehicle Involved Personnel: Iota-10 Margery W. Nicholson (Marshal) Sampson-7 K.C. Henner (Intelligence) Sampson-7 Irene Addison (2nd Lieutenant) Sampson-7 Jackson Baxters (Sergeant) Sampson-7 Emmanuel Vigo (Corporal) Preface: Sgt. Jackson Baxters was stationed undercover as a security guard at the Casa de San Cayetano, one of several probable loci for a 7134-Event in the Southwestern United States. In the event SCP-7134-04162003 were to be encountered, field agents were instructed to keep SCP-7134-04162003 occupied until reinforcements could arrive to assist in containment. During hourly check up call for deployed field agents, SCP-7134-04162003 was encountered by Sgt. Baxters. *Excerpts provided from; Video Transcript 7134E04162003-A "S-7 Baxters", Video Transcript 7134E04162003-D "S-7 Vigo". See for full transcription(s). EXCERPT A - (S-7 Baxters) […] [20:00] - S-7 Henner: (Over radio) Check in, check in. [20:00] - S-7 Yates: (Over radio) San Diego, Charlie Alfa. Lucky Lady's closed for the night, so I'm going to check out Palomar. Nothing on civvy chatter here. [20:00] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) Belen, November Marco. Humes are reading a little low here, but Lola hasn't shown up. [20:01] - SCP-7134: You talking about me, Skippy? [20:01] S-7 Baxters turns to patio balcony. SCP-7134-04162003 located on masonry. Instance is laying down with peppers at front paws. [20:01] - S-7 Baxters: Scratch that, she's here. [20:01] - S-7 Henner: Confirmed visual? [20:01] - S-7 Baxters: Yes, she's five feet in front of me. [20:01] - S-7 Henner: I see. Alright, sending Addison over, ETA twenty-two hundred. Try to hold her in until then. Do you copy? [20:01] - S-7 Baxters: Ten-four, I copy. [20:02] SCP-7134-04162003 nudges a pepper in S-7 Baxters' direction. [20:02] - SCP-7134: Cornito rosso. Want one? [20:02] - S-7 Baxters: No, I don't want one. [20:02] - SCP-7134: Your loss. [20:02] SCP-7134-04162003 begins eating the offered pepper. [20:02] - S-7 Baxters: Am I the first guy you've offered peppers to tonight? [20:02] - SCP-7134: Yup. Must make you feel real special, Benny boy. [20:02] - S-7 Baxters: Benny? [20:02] - SCP-7134: That's what Blacky called you, right? Back in Detroit?20 [20:02] S-7 Baxters refuses to acknowledge SCP-7134's statement. [20:02] - SCP-7134: Wrong guess? [20:02] - S-7 Baxters: Wrong guess. [20:02] - SCP-7134: Well it's not like I can read "Baxters, Seguridad de la Casa" off your name tag now, can I? [20:03] - S-7 Baxters: (Pause) So you didn't just do that? [20:03] - SCP-7134: No! Animals can't read, dummy! [20:03] - S-7 Baxters: Right. How foolish of me. [20:03] - SCP-7134: Very foolish. [20:03] SCP-7134-04162003 continues eating the pepper. [20:03] - SCP-7134: So, what are you doing here? [20:03] - S-7 Baxters: Pest control. [20:03] - SCP-7134: Isn't pest control those twelve lamb dudes? [20:03] - S-7 Baxters: Twelve lamb dudes? Wait, you know— (sigh) God. [20:03] - SCP-7134: Never met him. […] EXCERPT B - (S-7 Baxters) […] [20:16] - SCP-7134: And that is how I learned what an anecdote is. [20:16] - S-7 Baxters: A very interesting story. [20:16] - SCP-7134: I know, but now I feel a little winded after all that talking. [20:16] A waitress approaches S-7 Baxters' table, sets a pitcher of ice water down while directing herself towards agent. [20:16] - Waitress: Would you like some more water, new guy? [20:17] - S-7 Baxters: No thanks, María, I'm fi— [20:17] - SCP-7134: I'll take it! [20:17] SCP-7134-04162003 jumps onto the table, spilling pitcher onto S-7 Baxters. Agent gets up from chair. [20:17] - Waitress: Oh! I'm sorry! [20:17] - SCP-7134: Whoops. [20:17] SCP-7134-04162003 jumps off the table and begins running through the seating area. S-7 Baxters begins to pursue. [20:17] - Waitress: Wait! Here's some napkins. [20:17] - S-7 Baxters: I'm fine. (Into radio) This is Baxters, we've got a runner. [20:17] - S-7 Henner: (Over radio) Ten-four. Keep us updated. [20:17] S-7 Baxters exits café area, enters billiards area. Body cam pans across room. SCP-7134-04162003 is not visible under tables.. [20:18] A woman is visible leaving the women's restroom. SCP-7134-04162003 enters the restroom before the door closes. [20:18] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) The Skip just went into the ladies' room. I'm going to try and keep her in there. [20:18] S-7 Baxters enters the restroom. Sinks with wall-length mirror along left wall, toilet stalls along right wall. A chaise lounge is positioned to the left of the door. SCP-7134-04162003 in the center of the room, looking underneath stall doors. [20:18] - SCP-7134: I could've sworn there was a vent in here. [20:18] S-7 Baxters grabs the couch, begins pulling the furniture over to the door. [20:18] - SCP-7134: What are you doing? Stop that! That's cheating! [20:19] Couch is fully barricaded against the door. S-7 Baxters faces SCP-7134-04162003. Instance is hiding body behind sink fixture. [20:19] - SCP-7134: Wait, hear me out Buster! It is Buster, right? Buster, you don't have to do this. [20:19] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) I've got seventy-one thirty-four and myself barricaded in a bathroom. We'll be in confined quarters until further notice. [20:19] A repeated banging noise is heard. S-7 Baxters turns around towards the door. [20:19] - Patron: Hey! Hey you! (doorknob rattling) I saw you go in there, pervert! Get out of there, now! [20:19] - S-7 Baxters: Shit. (To woman) Ma'am, I'm security! There's a wild animal inside here, I'm handling it so no one will get hurt. [20:19] - SCP-7134: No! He's not security! I'm a single mother and my privacy is not being respected! [20:19] S-7 Baxters turns back to SCP-7134-04162003. Specimen has gotten closer, is sitting up directed at the door. [20:19] - Patron: I'm calling the police, you gringo bastard! [20:20] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) Baxters here. Belen, New Mexico, a civvy's calling cops. Can you transfer her call over to the Feds? [20:20] - S-7 Henner: (Over radio) Awaiting call to intercept. ETA in one hour forty-five minutes. [20:20] SCP-7134-04162003 runs and jumps up onto the couch. [20:20] - SCP-7134: He has a gun! Don't leave me! [20:20] - S-7 Baxters: Shut up you fucking rat! [20:20] S-7 Baxters grabs SCP-7134-04162003 by the sides, picking specimen up from the couch. Body camera partially obscured. SCP-7134-04162003 begins vocalizing a distress call typical for hares for the following two minutes. […] EXCERPT C - (S-7 Vigo) [BEGIN LOG] S-7 Vigo's body camera activates. Agent is seated in Blackhawk 77-22722, cockpit passenger side. Helicopter is proceeding to land outside parking lot of Casa de San Cayetano casino (Belen, NM). [21:48] - S-7 Vigo: Check. [21:49] - S-7 Addison: Good. Don't want America's Funniest to miss any of this, rookie. [21:49] Blackhawk 77-22722 touches down. S-7 Addison turns off engine. [21:50] - S-7 Addison: Let's just pray Baxters still has her boxed in. [21:50] S-7 Vigo withdraws pet carrier from foot compartment. MTF S-7 departs from helicopter for main entrance. [21:52] S-7 Addison, S-7 Vigo enter house lobby. A man behind the counter notices both. [21:52] - Receptionist: ¡Hola! Welcome to — [21:52] - S-7 Addison: Where's the ladies' room? [21:52] Receptionist hesitates before pointing down the hallway to S-7 Vigo's left. [21:52] - Receptionist: Down there and right, but security — [21:52] - S-7 Addison: Thanks. [21:52] S-7 Addison walks down hallway. [21:53] - S-7 Vigo: Thank you. [21:53] S-7 Vigo follows S-7 Addison's lead to restrooms. S-7 Addison attempts to open the door, which refuses to open. [21:53] - S-7 Addison: (Knocking) Baxters, look alive! [21:54] Sound of furniture moving can be heard before the door to the restroom opens. S-7 Baxters is holding toilet paper to his left forearm while holding the door handle. S-7 Addison, S-7 Vigo enter. [21:54] - S-7 Baxters: Shut the door. [21:54] S-7 Vigo closes door before continuing into room. Mirror on the left wall is shattered. Glass shards, decorative candle on floor, sink, counter. [21:54] - S-7 Baxters: She's over here. [21:54] SCP-7134-04162003 is on the floor at the far wall, fur wet, caught in zip-tie handcuffs. One loop is around neck, other loop around post for toilet stall. [21:54] - S-7 Addison: You zip-tied her to the stall? [21:55] - S-7 Baxters: If I zip-tied her to the faucet, she'd flood the place. [21:55] - S-7 Vigo: What the hell happened to the mirror? [21:55] - S-7 Baxters: What the hell is the pet carrier for? Just put her in there already. [21:55] S-7 Addison, S-7 Vigo kneels down to reach SCP-7134-04162003. S-7 Addison holds specimen as S-7 Vigo uses army knife to cut zip-tie. [21:56] Zip-tie loop is severed and SCP-7134-04162003 picked up. Specimen is visibly docile in S-7 Addison's hold. [21:56] - S-7 Addison: Got her. Get the carrier. [21:56] S-7 Baxters opens carrier door. S-7 Addison places SCP-7134-04162003 into the carrier headfirst. [21:56] - SCP-7134: It's not supposed to be this way. [21:56] - S-7 Addison: (Into radio) We've got Little Miss Keter contained. Are we clear to drop her off at Site-22 until we find her a new home? [21:56] - S-7 Henner: Notifying Site-22 you're looking for arrival. You're free to start the heli out of there. [21:56] - S-7 Addison: We're heading out. (To S-7 Baxters) Help the Iota-10 out there on securing. And get those cuts checked out. [21:57] - S-7 Baxters: Yes, ma'am. [21:57] MTF S-7 exits women's restroom. SCP-7134-04162003 can be heard making indistinct muttering. [21:59] MTF S-7 exits casino to parking lot. Ι-10 Nicholson is seen exiting a NMSP police car and approaching MTF S-7. [21:59] - S-7 Addison: Are you with the Feds? [21:59] - Ι-10 Nicholson: Who gives a damn about that? [21:59] - S-7 Addison: (Holds her hand out) Lieutenant Addison. [21:59] - Ι-10 Nicholson: (Shakes her hand) Marshal Nicholson. [21:59] - SCP-7134: You're all pigs! [21:59] - Ι-10 Nicholson: That the skip? [21:59] - S-7 Addison: Yeah. If you got any questions, ask Sergeant Baxters. He was first hand for all this. [21:59] - Ι-10 Nicholson: Will do. [22:00] Ι-10 Nicholson directs herself to S-7 Baxters. S-7 Vigo follows S-7 Addison to Blackhawk 77-22722. [22:01] S-7 Addison hands SCP-7134-04162003's carrier to S-7 Vigo. [22:01] - S-7 Addison: Vigo, keep her in your sights. Don't let her grab your gun or anything. She's pulled that kind of horsepiss before, I think. [22:01] - S-7 Vigo: Yes, ma'am. [22:01] - S-7 Addison: Don't forget to put a parachute on. [22:01] S-7 Vigo enters cabin to helicopter, places SCP-7134-04162003's carrier on center seating. Helicopter starts up as agent closes portside door, returns to SCP-7134-04162003. [22:01] - S-7 Vigo: Okay, let's get you in here safe. [22:02] S-7 Vigo feeds harness strap through handle, fastening the carrier to the seat. [22:03] - S-7 Vigo: There you go. Comfy. [22:03] SCP-7134-04162003 moves inside carrier, refuses to acknowledge. S-7 Vigo sits on seat opposite the carrier. [22:03] - S-7 Vigo: She's strapped in, lieutenant. [22:04] - S-7 Addison: (Over radio) That hellion better be. [22:04] S-7 Vigo retrieves parachute stored under seating, equips gear. [22:05] - S-7 Addison: Henner, we're readying for take off. Are we still going for Site-22? [22:05] - S-7 Henner: Affirmative. Site air control alerted, ETA twenty-three hundred. [22:07] Blackhawk 77-22722 assumes flight towards Site-22. […] EXCERPT D - (S-7 Vigo) […] [22:27] Sounds of flatulence is picked up by S-7 Vigo's mic. [22:27] - S-7 Vigo: What the hell was that? [22:28] - S-7 Addison: What was what? [22:28] - S-7 Vigo: Oh! Oh God! [22:28] S-7 Vigo abruptly turns aside. Agent brings hand up to mouth, blocking body cam. [22:28] - S-7 Addison: Vigo, what's happening back there? [22:28] S-7 Vigo unblocks body cam and makes towards SCP-7134-04162003. Specimen's posterior, front end of pet carrier is covered with liquid stool. [22:28] - S-7 Addison: Vigo? Respond! [22:28] - S-7 Vigo: Shit's everywhere! [22:28] - S-7 Addison: (Laugh) That's the miracle of childbirth, Vigo. Get used to it. [22:29] - S-7 Vigo: No. (Pause) No, it shit itself to death! [22:29] - S-7 Addison: Death? She's dead? [22:29] S-7 Vigo detaches body cam from vest and holds device closer to SCP-7134. Specimen is unresponsive, onset of rigor mortis apparent. [22:29] - S-7 Vigo: SCP-7134 is not moving. Doesn't appear to be breathing. Permission to open the doors, ma'am! [22:29] - S-7 Addison: What are the babies doing? [22:30] S-7 Vigo retracts from SCP-7134's cadaver and begins panning the view across the cabin. No additional entities are present. [22:30] - S-7 Vigo: They aren't here. [22:30] - S-7 Addison: Dammit. K.C, put Baxters back on the line. Vigo, you're free to crack a window. [22:30] - S-7 Henner: Hold on. [22:30] S-7 Vigo reattaches body cam, opens port-side door to cabin. S-7 Baxters is transferred to Line 5 by S-7 Henner. [22:30] - S-7 Addison: Baxters, are you still on location? [22:30] - S-7 Baxters: (Over radio) What did she do? [22:30] - S-7 Addison: She nested there somewhere. You got to rustle the nest. [22:31] - S-7 Baxters: (Sigh) Okay, I'm on it. [22:31] Ambient yelling is picked up by S-7 Baxters' mic. Clattering of metallic objects can be heard. [22:31] - S-7 Baxters: Sounds like they're in the kitchen. […] Class-A amnestics successfully administered to civilians. Memory implantation used in conjunction to assert that a common mouse was encountered in kitchen in place of SCP-7134 juveniles. Sergeant Jackson Baxters commended for securement efforts. Private Emmanuel Vigo submitted for reassignment from MTF Sampson-7 to MTF Apollo-3 following assignment. Autopsy of SCP-7134-04162003 identified cause of death as hypovolemic shock. Specimen experienced excessive bowel movements induced by severe capsaicin poisoning. Stomach contents consisted solely of chili peppers. Cadaver disposed of as level 1 biohazardous material (BSL-1). In adjunct decision by Dr. Robert Hunt, EdD21 and Cap. Gerard Blcacki,22 attempts at placing an extant SCP-7134 specimen in containment were prohibited outside the expressed approval of an attempt by the Head Researcher. Safety of personnel and conservation of resources was cited as cause for action. Excerpts provided - Contact RAISA for individual records Transcripts 2/16/2010 (Excerpts) Excerpts provided - Contact RAISA for individual records Mission Transcripts - 7134-Event-02282010 *(EX) Date: February 16th, 2010 Location: Resorts World Casino, Queens County, New York City, New York Involved Team(s): Mobile Task Force Pi-1 "City Slickers" - 6 units Mobile Task Force Sampson-7 "Bugsy's Bunny" - 3 units Involved Personnel: Pi-1 Mimi Nagai (Intelligence) Pi-1 Ruth Michaels (2nd Lieutenant) Pi-1 Evan Wilkins (Sergeant) Pi-1 Rangsan Madsiri (Corporal) Pi-1 Bea Thomas (Private) Pi-1 Liam Vale (Private) Sampson-7 Jackson Baxters (1st Lieutenant) Sampson-7 Valerie LaFerrier (Sergeant) Sampson-7 Teodore Upton (Sergeant) Senior Researcher Edward Alba (Paratechnician) Preface: A joint detachment of Mobile Task Forces Pi-1 and Sampson-7 was dispatched to the locus of a 7134-Event, confirmed via social media of a Ms. Felicia Pide. Due to proximity of 7134-Event-02162010 to Site-28, first response time was minimal. Method of SCP-7134 capture involving use of a Scranton Reality Anchor was proposed by Dr. Yago Morro, PhD.23 and authorized by Cap. Irene Addison24 on October 3rd, 2009. Senior Researcher Alba accompanied agents for operation of a portable Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA; Mk. III Laterne model). *Excerpts provided from; Video Transcript 7134E02162010-B "Π-7 Madsiri", Video Transcript 7134E02162010-C "S-7 Baxters", Video Transcript 7134E02162010-D "S-7 LaFerrier". See for full transcription(s). EXCERPT A - (S-7 Baxters) […] [13:26] Ms. Felicia Pide is visible at a slot machine with SCP-7134-02162010. Pide has both legs propped up, resting her feet on side details of machine. SCP-7134-02162010 is sitting upright to see slots, holding Pide's legs for balance. [13:26] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) We found Cottontail. She's still with Pide on the second floor west side. We're in a room with a black flowered carpet. [13:26] - S-7 LaFerrier: (Over radio) Heading over. [13:26] - Π-7 Michaels: (Over radio) Okay, we'll cover the doors down. Say if we need to close in. [13:26] S-7 Baxters and S-7 Upton approach SCP-7134-02162010 and Pide. Agents are not acknowledged aside from movement of SCP-7134-02162010's ears. [13:26] - S-7 Baxters: (To SCP-7134-02162010) Ahem. [13:26] - SCP-7134: Buzz off, buddy, she's on a roll. [13:26] - S-7 Baxters: I'm talking to you, Cottontail. [13:26] SCP-7134-02162010 turns to S-7 Baxters. Instance looks both up and down, stopping at S-7 Baxters' face. [13:26] - SCP-7134: Oh. (Pause) Hello. [13:27] - Pide: What do you want? This game's taken. [13:27] - S-7 Baxters: NYPD. We're here for the rabbit you have here. [13:27] - SCP-7134: No I'm not! [13:27] SCP-7134-02162010 runs underneath Pide's legs, turns left around corner. [13:27] - S-7 Baxters: (Into radio) Rabbit's running. (To Upton) Teo, let's go. [13:27] S-7 Baxters, S-7 Upton traverse around slot machines. SCP-7134-02162010 is running down side hallway. Agents pursue. [13:27] - S-7 Baxters: Right. (Into radio) LaFerrier, are you and Alba still in the second floor central hallway? [13:27] SCP-7134-02162010 turns right at corner in hallway. [13:27] - S-7 LaFerrier: (Over radio) Yes. Update of orders? [13:27] - S-7 Baxters: Head to south hallway. Send the bunny back down there if she comes towards you. (To Upton) Right. [13:28] S-7 Baxters turns right, continuing until SCP-7134-02162010 is sighted at hallway junction. Subject is located in front of elevator column, jumping and hitting call button with her antlers. [13:28] - SCP-7134: I said "hold the door"! What do you not get, asshole? [13:28] SCP-7134-02162010 turns to see MTF S-7, raising ears. Subject turns and runs remaining length of hallway before turning right. [13:28] - S-7 Upton: Another corner. [13:28] S-7 Baxters, S-7 Upton turns right at corner. SCP-7134-02162010 is not visible in remaining hallway. Closed double doors at end of hallway, planters with hedges are positioned against the west wall. [13:29] S-7 Baxters approaches doors and pulls at handle. The doors do not open. [13:29] - S-7 Baxters: Locked. [13:29] S-7 Baxters turns back to S-7 Upton. S-7 Upton equips Kant counter, pans scanner across hallway. Agent stops directed at one of the hedges. [13:29] - S-7 Upton: She's behind the plant. [13:29] SCP-7134-02162010 emerges from behind hedge, thumps feet. [13:29] - SCP-7134: Cheating! [13:30] SCP-7134-02162010 turns and kicks sod from planter box at S-7 Upton. Agent winces, begins rubbing at eyes. Subject runs back down hallway. [13:30] - S-7 Baxters: Teo, you good? [13:30] - S-7 Upton: I'll live. Go on; I'll catch up in a second. [13:30] S-7 Baxters rounds corner. SCP-7134-02162010 is visible entering an elevator. S-7 Baxters pursues. [13:30] S-7 Baxters positions himself in front of east elevator, moves to hold doors open. Doors are already opening. Two adults, male and female, back into elevator with agitated expressions. [13:30] - Male patron: What the hell is your problem buddy? [13:30] - Female patron: Jaime! That's a cop! [13:30] - S-7 Baxters: What? [13:30] S-7 Baxters backs away and looks in west elevator. SCP-7134-02162010 is sitting in middle of elevator. [13:30] - SCP-7134: (Laughing) Na-na na-na boo-hoo! [13:30] Elevator doors closes and begins descending to first floor. Footsteps are heard behind S-7 Baxters. [13:30] - S-7 LaFerrier: We missed her, didn't we? [13:30] - S-7 Baxters: Yeah. (Into radio) Who is watching the elevators down there? [13:30] - Π-7 Thomas: (Over radio) Thomas and Vale, sir. We're on watch. [13:31] - S-7 Baxters: The skip's coming down one of the south ones, so try scaring her back up here. After that, get someone to cut the power to the things. […] EXCERPT B - (Π-7 Madsiri) […] [13:46] Laptop completes override of elevator control. [13:46] - Π-7 Madsiri: (Into radio) Alright. SCP-7134 should be stuck to using the stairs now. Can you check for sure? [13:46] - Π-7 Vale: (Over radio) Doors are dead. [13:47] - Π-7 Wilkins: (Over radio) South end elevator refuses to operate. [13:47] A metallic echo is audible. Π-7 Madsiri redirects self from laptop, looking towards center of elevator. [13:47] - Π-7 Madsiri: What? [13:47] Π-7 Madsiri stands up, adjusts shoulder-mounted camera towards elevator ceiling. [13:47] - Π-7 Madsiri: (Into radio) There's stuff sounding from up there. I think she might be in the shaft itself somewhere. [13:47] Vent in ceiling bangs open, SCP-7134-02162010 falls through. Π-7 Madsiri catches subject by grabbing her shoulders. [13:47] - Π-7 Madsiri: Jesus! [13:47] - SCP-7134: Get your hands off me! I'm pregnant, you brute! [13:47] SCP-7134-02162010 begins thrashing in grasp, kicking hind feet into Π-7 Madsiri's face. [13:47] - Π-7 Michaels: (Over radio) Rangsan, what's going on!? [13:47] - Π-7 Madsiri: (Into radio) Help! Third floor elevator! She's in here in the elevator! Help! [13:48] - SCP-7134: How many of you are there!? They should really defund you! [13:48] SCP-7134-02162010 knocks body cam out of shoulder mount, dangling behind Π-7 Madsiri's back. [13:48] Π-7 Madsiri makes a choked sound, backs into elevator wall. Limited view records SCP-7134-02162010 falling to the floor. [13:48] - SCP-7134: Piss off, Skippy! [13:48] SCP-7134-02162010 grabs onto Π-7 Madsiri's right calf, attempts to bite through protective leggings. [13:48] - Π-7 Madsiri: (Cough) Get— get off! [13:48] Π-7 Madsiri attempts to shakes SCP-7134-02162010 off his leg. Agent stumbles onto laptop, loosing footing and falling forward. Body cam falls, only floor tiles visible. [13:48] - SCP-7134: Oh, the door's open. [13:48] Sounds of claws on tiles, presumably SCP-7134-02162010 leaving. Π-7 Madsiri is vocalizing pain. [13:49] Π-7 Madsiri lifts himself off of floor, shifting camera view. Agent reaches for body cam, attempts reconnecting to mount. [13:49] - SR Alba: Rangsan? [13:49] Sound of footsteps are heard. SR Alba, S-7 LaFerrier's shoes are visible standing in elevator doorway. [13:49] - SR Alba: Rangsan? What happened? [13:49] - Π-7 Madsiri: She kicked a tooth in, it feels like. God, Ed, get that bunny. […] EXCERPT C - (S-7 LaFerrier) […] [13:52] S-7 LaFerrier and SR Alba reach fifth floor. Hallways are going westbound and northbound from stairwell, along faces of building. [13:52] - SR Alba: Lieutenant? [13:53] - S-7 Baxters: (From left) She's down there! Weigh the anchor! [13:53] SR Alba opens briefcase, retrieving SRA from inside. [13:53] - SR Alba: Sergeant, close the stairwell, then go the other way and push her towards Baxters and I. [13:53] SR Alba runs down westbound hallway. S-7 LaFerrier turns and draws double doors to stairwell closed. Agent secures zip-tie on doors before running northbound. [13:53] - S-7 Baxters: (Over radio) LaFerrier, ready your noose. Upton, get the kennel from the truck. [13:53] S-7 LaFerrier equips collapsible snare pole, begins assembling tool. [13:53] S-7 LaFerrier begins turning northeast corner. Agent trips on SCP-7134-02162010 coming opposite way, falls to floor. [13:53] - SCP-7134: Watch it, bozo! [13:54] S-7 LaFerrier stands up. SCP-7134-02162010 is running back down hallway. Agent pursues subject. [13:54] - S-7 LaFerrier: (Into radio) Six o'clock. She's looping back around. [13:54] SCP-7134-02162010 turns right at southeast corner, heads towards S-7 Baxters and SR Alba at southwest corner. [13:54] SCP-7134-02162010 stops and looks at SR Alba with SRA. S-7 LaFerrier slows behind. [13:54] - SCP-7134: Is that a bomb? Wow, I didn't know I made you guys that mad. [13:54] SR Alba initiates anchoring process. Hume levels return above 90 Hm. SCP-7134-02162010 visibly shudders, sneezes. [13:54] - SCP-7134: Oh, that feels weird. [13:54] S-7 Baxters signals S-7 LaFerrier to her snare pole. Both agents ready their tools. [13:54] - SR Alba: Anchor to baseline in one, two— [13:54] SCP-7134-02162010 runs forward, avoiding S-7 LaFerrier's snare pole. [13:55] - SCP-7134: Five! [13:55] SCP-7134-02162010 tackles SR Alba, knocking him into window wall, shattering the glass. S-7 Baxters grabs SR Alba by the leg, keeping him inside. [13:55] - S-7 Baxters: Fuck! [13:55] S-7 Baxters pulls SR Alba inside. Researcher is holding right arm, SCP-7134-02162010 and SRA are absent. Hume levels sharply spike before lowering to baseline. [13:55] - S-7 Baxters: Alba, are you alright? [13:55] - SR Alba: I'm cut up but I'm alive. Get a medic though, she bit my arm. [13:55] - S-7 Baxters: LaFerrier, over here. [13:55] S-7 LaFerrier approaches SR Alba and looks out broken window. SCP-7134-02162010 and the SRA are visible on the concrete, both inactive. Pool patrons and newborn SCP-7134 are running from impact site. [13:55] - SR Alba: There goes two million in tech. […] Class-A amnestics successfully administered to civilians. Cover for damages caused attributed incident to an anonymous saboteur of elevator systems who began throwing objects while refusing police. Cpl. Rangsan Madsiri was treated for facial injuries. Mostly superficial scratches, required stitches for lips and forehead. Sr. Res. Edward Alba was treated for injuries. Light glass cuts to back, neck, right hand; bruising to shoulders, head; bite to right forearm. Prescription glasses damaged in fall were replaced. Autopsy confirmed death of SCP-7134-02162010 was instantaneous upon contact with ground. Additionally, during or while initiating fall, specimen made physical contact with exhaust port of the Scranton Reality Anchor, receiving first degree burns to the left hind leg. Cadaver was placed in cryogenic storage at Site-19, Cryogenics W-Wing. Scranton Reality Anchor was left inoperable but internal components were largely intact. Salvage was considered more preferable alternative to restoration. Evident by SCP-7134-02162010's brief tenure under reality anchoring, viability of capturing SCP-7134 assisted by Scranton Reality Anchors had plausibility. Due to concerns over limited PSRA inventory and would be operators, repetition of experiment was postponed indefinitely until a high-durability model of portable reality anchor was devised and produced. Addendum: 3/31/2010: Testimony from SCP-7134-03302010 indicated that SCP-7134-02162010 "had missed the pool, but it was still fun." Fall from fifth story to ground pool would have been fatal to specimen regardless. Addendum: 6/17/2018: Sr. Tech. Rangsan Madrisi received root canal treatment following gum infection (Upper R1). Probable cause of root damage attributed to latent injuries sustained in 7134-Event-02162010 during MTF Pi-1 service. Excerpts provided - Contact RAISA for individual records This file has undergone a recent revision. Would you like to access it? ● IV-Revision 7/31/2022 ● Footnotes 1. Request for further taxidermies will be denied. 2. Shared genus of hares and jackrabbits. C. Linnaeus, 1758. 3. With exception to Taxidermy №4. How this specimen's antlers grew to such length is unknown. 4. Antelope jackrabbit. E.A. Mearns, 1890 5. Pronghorn, or American antelope. G. Ord, 1815 6. Shope papilloma virus (SPV), or cottontail rabbit papilloma virus (CRPV): papillomavirus that develops keratinous carcinomas in leporids; hypothesized non-anomalous origin for jackrabbit myth. Shope, 1933. 7. An incorporeal apparition that can be directly perceived in baseline reality (contrast Class-I), but whose interaction with reality cannot impact matter unilaterally (Class-III), entirely (Class-IV), or selectively (Class-V) post manifestation. 8. Domesticated rabbit. C. Linnaeus, 1758. 9. Most notably Utah, where gambling is prohibited under religious cause by the predominantly Latter Day Saint population. 7134-Events in Utah have uncovered the existence of twenty-five (25) illegally operated cardrooms. 10. Confirmed a forgery in 1937 by American Secure Containment Initiative. 11. Month-day-year format is preserved for coherency across records. Conversion to alternative formats considered unnecessary due to localization of phenomena to United States. 12. Minimum clearance for SCP-7134 was Confidential Clearance (Lv. 3) prior March 20th, 1992. 13. Investigation of Graves' home computer found possession of zoophilic and exhibitionist pornography. 14. It is unknown if SCP-7134's decisions were impacted by recent findings of fetal alcohol syndrome (FAS), or if these notions were held by SCP-7134 prior to 1973. 15. A thaumaturgic process where an individual can be located through quantum links between the target and discarded or extracted biomatter. Recommended for further reading ICSUT Journal (Jan 2014): Prof. L. Aikes, Prof. R. Jean-Tremere; "Further Introduction to Thaumatology"; p. 14-20. 16. Jagdhund Model 1999b, developed at Research Site-98. Range of transmission improved upon that of older JH-88 line. 17. Post defeat of Nazi Germany, documents recovered in Ulm, Baden-Württemberg, detailed intentions by the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps to create leporine anomalies for espionage and military service. Field agents were notified to remain alert for potential actualization of the projects by Axis remnants. Any actualization of these plans remain unsubstantiated. 18. Shortening of double dime, slang for a United States twenty-dollar bill. Accounting for inflation, this would equate to ≈$327 USD in 2022. 19. The association between rabbits and carrots made by Merrie Melodies cartoons had been wildly popularized by this point. 20. Referring to 7134-Event-12221999 at MGM Grand Detroit, Detroit, Michigan. MTF Sampson-7 response involved Cpt. Blcacki and Sgt. Baxters. 21. Head of SCP-7134 Research, 1999-2006. 22. Head of MTF Sampson-7, 2002-2006. 23. Head of SCP-7134 Research, 2008-present. 24. Head of MTF Sampson-7, 2006-2011 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7134" by Pinoccappuccino, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7134. Licensed under CC-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-7135 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7135: The Soul of Cold Author: MRKyrie The following article contains sensitive content such as gore, suicide, depiction of sexual intercourse, blasphemy, necrophilia and cannibalism. ⚠️ content warning MRKyrie This is my first article in the website. I hope you have a good time while reading this. Thank you! “It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.” -George Eliot Item#: 7135 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: feelazo Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr. Phillip Foster Research Head Dr. John Hatherley Assigned MTF MTF Delta-14 (“Winter Wonderland”) Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr. Phillip Foster Research Head Dr. John Hatherley Assigned MTF MTF Delta-14 (“Winter Wonderland”) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7135 is to be contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at the end of a 10-meter-deep tunnel dug below the Section D Medium Value Containment Division, on Site-88. The chamber is fully filled snow and SCP-7135 is located benath the snow layer. Sensors have been placed above various body parts of the anomaly to ensure its presence. It is the responsibility of the assigned personnel to ensure that the temperature of -45°C is maintained from the control center using the devices placed inside the chamber. If the desired temperature rises, Protocol-7135-01 must be activated by the Site Director. Protocol-7135-01 Instruction 1: SCP-7135 is to be removed from its containment chamber. Instruction 2: SCP-7135 will be transported to the wild area, which is 2.3 miles away from the Site. Note: The transportation operation cannot be initiated without the proper permission and signing of the Site Director. Any personnel who prefer to avoid this action will be strictly punished. Instruction 3: Upon arriving in the wild area, SCP-7135 will be deployed there and will be watched by the Foundation Personnel. All required measures will be taken in case of any snowstorm. Meanwhile, the containment chamber of the SCP-7135 will be opened and every single device will be replaced. Replacement of the snow is optional. Instruction 4: After all repair is done, SCP-7135 will be re-contained. Description: SCP-7135 is a biologically dead, decomposed, and emaciated humanoid entity that stands at 193 cm and weighs 72 kilograms. The entity's somber and shadowy appearance is owing to an anomalous phase of livor mortis which imparts it with a black hue and gray cracks and ruptures that expose the underlying bones. Notably, the skin on the left hand is entirely absent, leaving the hand bones entirely exposed. SCP-7135 lacks any discernible body hair and is devoid of a mouth. Its eyes are characterized by a black sclera and fully white pupil that can emit a luminosity so bright that it can be seen from 3-4 miles away at night. The integumentary tissue of the chest region appears to have undergone a severe tearing, similar in size to that of a soccer ball, which has exposed the rib cage underneath. Nevertheless, two bones of the rib cage join diagonally and act as a fulcrum for SCP-7135-01, a standard looking cassette tape. SCP-7135 does not have any blood or circulation in its body, with the lack of veins and nervous systems. According to multiple X-ray tests, it has been established that SCP-7135 lacks internal organs and possesses a normal skeleton. Although SCP-7135 does not possess any anomalous strength properties, it appears to be immune to knives and firearms. SCP-7135 is observed to be in a sitting or lying position at all times, but it is capable of movement. However, these movements are not visible to the human eye or cameras, and the means by which SCP-7135 moves remain unknown. Experiments specifically including this issue will be conducted in the future. Mentioned experiments have been successfully consummated. Please head to Addendum-7135-02 for further information. SCP-7135-01 is a cassette tape that enables SCP-7135 to send basic messages to individuals. Sometimes, without a clear reason, SCP-7135 points its hand towards SCP-7135-01. After that, it is possible for one to extract the tape and listen to it using a cassette player. However, the messages conveyed by SCP-7135 through SCP-7135-01 are heavily distorted, with high degrees of static and a slightly thick tone. The messages lack coherent grammar and are limited to no more than two sentences, but the primary point can usually be discerned. Content of the voice messages are mostly chatter about winter, cold and snow. Upon conclusion of the message, SCP-7135-01 is drawn back into SCP-7135's chest, akin to a magnetic pull. SCP-7135-01 cannot be removed from SCP-7135's ribcage unless SCP-7135 is pointing directly at it. SCP-7135 will not pose any possible danger and move as long as the following conditions are provided: - If the temperature is -45°C or lower. - If SCP-7135 is covered under a thick snow layer. - If SCP-7135 does not sense people near it. In the event that one or more conditions are not met, SCP-7135 will cause a snowstorm that affects an area within a 2-kilometer radius or greater. These snowstorms typically occur at midnight and SCP-7135 has the potential to either shorten days or cause nights to occur earlier. This matter remains unresolved and requires further attention. The underlying reason of which is believed to be SCP-7135's sole objective to be engulfed under a thick layer of snow, specifically in frigid environmental conditions. In the absence of such conditions, SCP-7135 resorts to creating severe snowstorms in order to attain its desired temperature and snow cover. While the snowstorms are generally observed to occur on a daily basis, there can be intermittent intervals where the occurrence is not observed. Each snowstorm is to be more severe than the last one. It is not ascertained when snowstorms will end and they may take place for 7-14-21 days until they reach sufficient cold and snow length for SCP-7135. Once there, the snow length may pass 20 meters with -55°C weather. SCP-7135 actually does not need this amount of snow and low temperature to acquire its passive state; 1 meter of snow and -45°C temperature will be sufficient for the anomaly to become passive. SCP-7135 is not directly hostile, but if one removes it from its " resting location ", SCP-7135 will attempt to follow the mentioned person as long as its movement properties meet the conditions. ( Check Addendum-7135-02. ) This will cause the mentioned person to bring snowstorms wherever they go. To learn if snowstorms are anomalous events or not, and for further information about the snowstorms please head to Addendum-7135-03. +Show Addendum-7135-01 -Close file The Second Containment: SCP-7135 was contained back in the 19██. However, it was removed from the containment by The Chaos Insurgency for unknown reasons. Because of several unknown events, it somehow ended up in Turkiye, Erzurum. In 2023, it was explored by Berat █████ on Erzurum Palandöken Mountain Range. Following documents provide the information of Berat █████'s discovery. Note-01: Berat █████ documented the events using a GoPro™ HERO12 Black v1.20 camera device, which provided point-of-view (POV) footage of his actions. In instances where the camera was not recording, he resorted to taking notes in his notebook. Any notes that were recovered were inserted in the sections where there was no camera recording. All the resources have been translated from Turkish to English, but it is possible that some errors may have occurred due to the fact that Turkish is not a perfect match for English in terms of linguistic nuances. Note-02: Along with Berat █████, his 3 friends helped him to transport the 7135. The group is listed here. Berat █████: Owner of the ███████ Supermarket Chain, Founder of the ███ Movie Studios. Günsal ████: CEO of the ████ Car Gallery. Kaan ███: Owner of the █████ Music Recording Studios. Akçelik ████: Co-Owner of the █████ Music Recording Studios. INITIATING THE LOGS 04/11/2023 Video-Recording-01 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts on a snowy peak, in day time. Rolling snowy mountains can be seen along the miles. There seems to be nothing around but snow. Berat turns around and speaks to man who stand behind him. Berat: Alright, I'm recording. Berat: Well, it looks like you don't have balls to go first right, Kaan? Kaan: I need my balls later in my life. Kaan appears as wearing ski clothes and equipments. So, it's hard to describe his physical properties. Berat: So, you aren't coming? Kaan: I will, but after you. I don't want to die first. Berat: What if you still die? Kaan: If such a moron like you manages to survive, I myself can invent immortality. Berat: What a funny guy you are. Kaan: I hope we can find the way back. Berat: Ski resort is straight south of us. All we have to do is follow the path we came. Kaan: If you say so. Berat: Anyways. No watch me go, loser. Berat starts to slide down. He begins slowy but gets faster every second. Chunks of snow start splattering on the camera. Berat accelerates even more by zigzagging. But when looks behind him, he sees he caused a small avalanche. Snow masses are sliding downwards. Berat tries to progress even faster to reach the the plain area below. But when he When he reaches the junction of the slope, Berat trips and experiences a sharp fall that causes him to drift for 2-3 meters. Berat screams and the camera pops out of the helmet it's attached to. After 4-5 minutes, Berat comes to pick up the camera. Kaan also had came there. Kaan: Are you really sure you are not injured? Berat: I'm fine I said. I just tripped and that's all. Kaan: From above, you were looking like a baby bird trying to fly. Berat: No, your eyes cannot see enough because you masturbate every single day- Hey, what's that? On the slope where Berat fell, the snow has completely disappeared and a black object is visible. They get closer. The object is SCP-7135. Berat: Holy fucking shit. What the fuck is that thing?! Kaan: I… I don't know.. Berat gets closer and kneels next to the object and starts touching it. Kaan: ( With a quite panicked voice, ) Berat don't touch ,that thing. Come here. Berat: Our new friend is not alive. Come and see. Kaan also kneels next to Berat. Kaan: Are you sure? Its eyes are still open and it's dangerously fucking cold. Colder than the snow. I think- Oh my god. Berat, it's watching us. Berat: How do you find a way to fuck with me in every situation- What? How?! Berat stands up and walks back and forth. SCP-7135's pupils follow him as he does that. Kaan: You know what? Let's just leave this creature in here and go back to the hotel. Don't forget that the girls will arrive this evening. They can help us to forget this. Berat: ( With a thoughtful voice, ) Girls won't make a fortune to us.. Kaan: What? What do you mean by that? Berat: I will explain it at the hotel. Now, help me to bury it again. Kaan: Look, if you are trying to steal my girls- Berat: Can you shut up at least for a while? I've said I will explain it in the hotel. We also need others' ideas. Kaan: Günsal, definitely, will want to- Berat: The faster we bury it, the faster we will learn the Günsal's opinion. Kaan: What if it is gone when we came back here? Berat: I don't think it will move. Otherwise, he would have stood up to kill us already. Kaan: We didn't do anything to provoke it. Berat sighs and kicks SCP-7135. Kaan: WHAT THE FUCK? STOP! Berat: ( Gets confused and laughs. ) I didn't think you would react this much. Kaan: How the fuck should I react when you attack a clearly non fucking human object when we're at middle of fucking nowhere? Berat: Take it easy grandma, it still didn't stand up despite I kicked it guts. So he won't. Now, shut the fuck up and help me. Kaan: If it kills us, I'm coming after you in hell. Berat: Yeah for sure. Now I gotta turn off the camera. You know it consumes a lot of power. [END LOG] 04/11/2023 Video-Recording-02 [BEGIN LOG] Video recording starts at night time. Where Berat and Kaan found SCP-7135, there are two more people that have not been seen before. One is taller and bigger than all of them, while other one is the shortest. They all stand over SCP-7135 and shortest one shines light on the object with a flashlight. Berat: Yeah, I forgot to turn on the camera. Go on, Kaan. Kaan: Look, even I now accept with Berat, we just can't hide this guy with us. Berat: I didn't say we will hide it- Big Man: At least until the governorship, we must hide it. Lots of questions will appear if we get caught. Short Guy: I agree with Günsal. I actually don't because I say we don't get involved with this job at all but Günsal is more logical. Günsal: I'm logical all the time. Unfortunately, I can't say same compliments about you. Short Guy: Leaving this thing here is alone more logical than your whole existence. Günsal: Shut up Akçelik. We're taking it to the city. Akçelik: Do you really think that government is going to pay us? Günsal: They have to. Even if they don't, we will get at least several awards and will be remembered as people who found the first alien. Berat: And, Turkiye will emerge regarding space and science. Günsal: I honestly don't give a shit about that but yeah, it will be good. Kaan: So, how are we going to remove it from this place? Günsal: We can't carry it to the hotel without taking attention. I say, we park the truck to the road 100-150 meters below, come here, get the guy and place the guy inside the truck and drive off. Berat: Seems like pretty good plan for me. Kaan: Yeah, I agree. Akçelik: ( Sighs ) Well, if you guys say so. The flashlight goes off. Günsal: Oh come on. It's not a good time to joke; I can't see shit. Berat: Yeah, Akçelik it's not funny. Turn it on. Akçelik: Guys, I didn't turn off. The light was gone in an instant. Kaan: Wait a second. Look at its eyes. Camera gets panned to SCP-7135. Maybe because of the camera, object is almost invisible. But, its eyes are glowing like 2 large bulbs. Akçelik: Were they always that shiny? Berat: I don't know but it wasn't that much shiny when we came here for the first time. Günsal: This just makes it more valuable. Nothing to worry about. Now, turn on the fucking light Akçelik or I'm gonna bury you here. Akçelik: I told you I did not- Flashlight starts to re-function. Günsal: You are the worst at making jokes. [END LOG] 05/11/2023 Video-Recording-03 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts at dawn time. Berat, Kaan and Akçelik are in charge of SCP-7135. Günsal is not there. Akçelik: Do you really need to record everything we do? Berat: Yeah. We are making history here. Have some respect. Akçelik: Well, then let me send a message for the people who are going to watch this. Berat: We're all ears. Akçelik: If we end up dying, it's not my fault. My friends are total idiots for doing this. Berat: Don't listen to him guys. He's such an asshole. Kaan: Both of you, shut up now. The time has come; Günsal should be close. Akçelik: I like how Günsal does the little amount of job every single time. Berat: I mean this will be the fastest way. Kaan: Alright, let's go. Berat lifts SCP-7135 from head while other lift it from the legs. They start to walk in this position. Akçelik: It's actually not that heavy. Berat: Yeah especially when compared with my grandfather. Kaan: Your grandfather was in a wooden coffin. Berat: Speaking of funerals, why don't we just drag it? Kaan: This way is faster. Akçelik: Nah, Kaan just likes to carry funerals since they remind him his gradnma's funeral. Remember how happy he was when he find out she was dead? Kaan: If it was your grandma who died leaving a legacy like that, you would celebrate it by exploding fireworks up in your ass. All of them laughs. And after a while, they stop due to flat area ending and a steep descent starting. It's in the length of 20-30 meters. They leave the SCP in floor. Berat: What do we do now? Kaan: I say we just roll the guy. Berat: That's a perfect idea but unfortunately, it has a possibility to get heavily damaged. Kaan: Since when you are talking like a fucking philosopher? Anyways, what I'm saying is this guy looks like it's been here like for 1000 years. I don't think some rolling will hurt him. Berat: That can work, actually. Akçelik: How will we go down? Kaan: It's a shame that ski equipments are in the car. We have to go down by walking. They put SCP-7135 in a horizontal position and roll it. Berat: There he goes. Akçelik: I hope he doesn't explode. SCP-7135 stops at the start of the hill. Kaan: Alright, now it's our turn. After a 15 minutes of landing, they finally get to there. They see Günsal also arrived with the car. Günsal: Gets out of the car Where is the guy? Berat: What? We rolled him from the top and he was lying on right there. Günsal: Well, I don't see a dark half-living corpse here. Akçelik: Maybe it sank into the snow? Kaan: You know this is a stupid statement. Akçelik: I'm trying to help, okay? While no one is looking, the sound of a car door opening and closing is heard. Günsal: What was that? Berat: It came from the car. There is a certain tension in the air; It's like no one wants to move. Akçelik: Lord help us. Günsal: ( Trying to talk with a cheerful voice, ) Come on guys. We're 4 strong man. No one can hurt us. Let's check the car. Kaan: Be quiet. They approach the car slowly. It's a Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT, black in color. The windows are covered with black film. Günsal opens the driver door. No one can speak for a brief because of what they see. Camera shows SCP-7135 sitting on the front seat. Berat: What the actual fuck? Kaan: How is this can be possible? Akçelik: It seems like our friend isn't dead that much. Kaan: How did he come here? Günsal: Okay, listen to me. I know it might sound weird but this is a good thing. Akçelik: What? How something like this moving or teleporting could be a good thing? Günsal: No one would believe in our fully dead corpse being an allien. Akçelik: A moving corpse is not any better. Kaan: Günsal, I don't know why but I've got a bad feeling. Berat: Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do this. Akçelik: Finally, some people that understand me. Günsal: ( Turns to Berat ) Look, you found it and this was your idea. You cannot give up. Berat: I didn't know it could teleport. Günsal: What's the matter? He would kill us right now if he wanted. All we need to do is keeping our eye on him. Now, you all shut up and help me. They take SCP-7135 from the seat and place it in the luggage, under the clothing and ski equipment. Günsal: I've said they would all fit inside. Kaan: I hope our man doesn't kill us at our sleep. Berat: I think our biggest problem is The Police. What if they stop us and look inside of the luggage? Günsal: There are no police patrols around here. So, remain relax. Berat: If you say so. Akçelik: This will be a weird journey. [END LOG] 05/11/2023 Video-Recording-04 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts in a camellia at day time. All group members are there and it's possible to describe their physical characteristics since they are no long wearing ski clothes. Except for the Berat, since he's the one who's recording, it can be said all of them is in their late 30's. Günsal appears to be a large and long man like it was mentioned before. He has short hair and wear glasses. Akçelik is a short sized and long haired man. Kaan has long curly hair. He is medium height and portly. Akçelik: I actually didn't realize we came this far from the city. Günsal: ( Lights up a cigarette, ) We had to move away as much as we can. We all deserved a good holiday. Kaan: Yeah but unfortunately, we need to be back in 4 days. Can you give me one cigarette Günsal? Akçelik: And we will arrive with such a great surpize: A fucking alive corpse with teleportion abilities Günsal: I have no intention to show our discovery to others. The first one to see will be the officals. Berat: Can we stop talking about him? It kinda disturbs me at the moment. Kaan: Yeah, ( Takes a long drag from the cigarette ) why don't we talk about Erzurum? Günsal: ( Laughs ) I actually can't believe that I missed Erzurum. Akçelik: You are a true Dadaş1, then. Günsal: Yeah, I'm so Dadaş that I come here every 5 years. Everyone laughs. Berat: I don't know about you guys but I still love this city. We all were born here. Günsal: I was just kidding. I also like Erzurum and I still remember our high school years. Akçelik: Speaking of high school, do you remember the time when Cemil accidentally cursed at the girl who was known attacking to people who curse? Günsal: And he defended himself by saying: " It was a reflex, okay. " Everyone laughs. Berat: I wonder how he is doing. Kaan: He was at Berlin when we spoke for the last time, like 1-2 years. Akçelik: He did dirty to us but I loved him. Kaan: Forget Cemil, okay. He is not worth of speaking. Erzurum is better to speak of. The villages we passed by… How people still live like this? Akçelik: Just like us. They have no idea what luxury is, so they are okay with it. Kaan: Yeah, but I don't know… It must be hard. I'm so lucky that I'm not a villager. Günsal: When I was still little I was, working with my father at our village. I only worked for maybe 5 days and I was fucked. It's that hard and harder in Erzurum, where the winter happens for 6 months just like now. Berat: Speaking of villages, I have an offer for you guys. We can go to the village I was born. Kaan: Your village? I just said how I feel about villages and you want to take us to the your village?! Berat: Yeah, it sounds weird I know. But, we still have 4 days before returning to İstanbul and we did everything we can. Why don't we do such a fantasy? Günsal: Look, I'm actually up for this but we can't go there since we have a corpse with us. Berat: Since the dawn, he didn't attempt to escape. He will stay at luggage and my grandfather's house is pretty away from the main square of village. We can hide it in there. Berat: My father was the former headman of the village. They will be polite against us, don't worry. Akçelik: Well, what could it be? We can learn to live as poor. Günsal: I can teach you that, Akçelik. Akçelik: I'm sure about that. Kaan: Well, I actually think this is a bad idea but fuck it. Berat: I promise it will be fun. And there are some really hot chicks in our village. Kaan: Oh really? Berat: Yeah, sure. But I may have fucked a few of them. Kaan: You- [END LOG] 06/11/2023/ Video-Recording-05 [BEGIN LOG] Video recording starts in a quite old village house, stairs going down. The camera's night vision mode is on and there is no light in the house. Berat goes down the stairs and arrives in a a room with a stone floor. There are cobwebs, mouse bones everywhere and a few broken cabinets. SCP-7135 is sitting on the floor. Its eyes are glowing once again and they start to look to camera. Berat turns the camera light away from it and starts looking around. Despite light not showing it, SCP-7135's eyes are still clearly visible. Berat slowly starts approaching the SCP. When he's there, he kneels down and starts showing its body with the camera and touches its arm but he pulls back in fright. Berat: Damn, you are colder than the last time. SCP-7135 does not answer. Berat: I wonder what your cassette is for. SCP-7135 does not answer. Berat tries to pull the cassette from SCP-7135's chest but he can't even move it. Berat: Breathless You are very strong, huh? SCP-7135 does not answer. Berat: Fuck you. SCP-7135 does not answer. Berat gets up and goes out the stairs and He passes through a short corridor and opens a door and goes out. Village buildings are seen 200-250 meters away As he does that, he starts to He begins to tremble and white smoke begins to come out of his mouth rapidly. Berat: When did it get this cold? A strong wind starts blow. It can be seen that the leaves of the trees ahead are shaking. Suddenly it starts to snow. First slowyly, but but it gets faster and faster. Berat looks up. The sky is starless and fully dark but there are no any clouds. Berat quickly enters the house. Berat: I must sleep. [END LOG] 06/11/2023 Video-Recording-06 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts inside of the house from the last recording. It's day time and all group members are in a middle sized room. Room is pretty dirty and does not look welcoming at all. There is one big couch, two little chairs and nothing else. Cobwebs can be seen everywhere. Doorknocks are heard. Akçelik: Damn, Berat's villager friends are so polite that they want to break in. Berat: Look, I have no idea why they do that. Kaan: It must be because of the that child. Probably whole village is thinking we are all pedophile. 3 of them turns their heads to Günsal. Günsal: There was no other option I had, okay? Should I have allowed her to tell everything she saw? Berat: She still told everything, you fucking idiot, and with the detail of a large man scaring her. Akçelik: Guys, stop fighting. It's all okay. I have a plan. Kaan: What's that? Akçelik: We will face with them and tell them that the thing girl saw is just a robot we're working on. Berat: Oh great idea. I wonder what will we do if they want to see it? Akçelik: We will show it to them. We will say that we equipped this robot with the latest technology available. They won't understand a shit, trust me. Door is knocked again impatiently. Günsal: I don' see any other option. Let's open the door. They all go to the doorway together. Kaan opens the door and they go outside. Almost 200 villagers surround the house. They are all in knee deep in snow. Amount of the snow has increased since the night. Kaan: Damn, it's so fucking cold. Günsal comes forward and starts speaking with a loud house. Günsal: What do you wan- A deep male voice: Shut up kid. The owner of the voice comes forward, other villagers give way. He appears to be a big old man with long white hair and beard and a face full of wounds. Günsal: Who the hell are you grandpa? Old man: My name is Akif and I'm the headman of this village. Günsal: Nice to meet you. I'm Günsal, owner of the ████ Car Gallery. Berat, can you explain to Mr. Akif why we're here? Berat: Me? Günsal: Yeah. Your father was the recent headman, right? They must know you. Berat: Yeah he was. Alright. Berat comes forward. Berat: I'm sure most of you still remember the Muhtar2 Bilal. I'm his son, Berat. Akif: I remember your father, he was my best friend. I also remember you, Berat. Berat: I was still so little when I went to city with my mother so I can't remember most of you guys. Anyways, this house is a legacy to me by my grandfather and I came here with my friends to chill out- Akif: We have important things to talk. Turns to villagers You can go to your houses. I will talk with the young men. People start to disperse. Akif walks inside the house without saying anything. Günsal looks after him as confused. Berat makes a hand sign, and they walk inside the house. Akif sits on the big couch while Berat and Günsal sit on the chairs. Akçelik and Kaan sits on the floor. Akif: ( Points to Berat ) Did I allow you to record me? Berat: I… uhh.. Akif: You can record but ask for people's permission next time. Akif: I'll get straight to the point. I was not sure at the first, but the storm made it certain. I don't where you guys found it, but the thing you are carrying with you is a curse Günsal: What kind of curse? Akif: Like 30 years ago, when I was at your age, a group of foreign armed people came here with helicopters. I have 0 idea how they were able the cross the Turkiye's lines. Anyways, when I asked them who they are, they didn't tell me anything about it. They were not carrying any logo or emblem but I was able to see a logo inside of the one of their helicopters. I don't remember it so much but it had English words like " Should, Intermittent and Plague." Kaan: I never heard about an armed group with this kind of logo. Akif: ( After giving Kaan a wrong look ) I say they were somehow able to enter Turkiye without government knowing and you say you never heard about them. Akif: Anyways, those men stayed here only for 5 hours. They took a fully black corpse out of their helicoper. Sound familiar? Group members look at each other. Akif: They told us it was the heart of winter. It would help us to live prosperously in winter. We are ignorant people and at that time there was a harsh winter. We had no option but accept it. After the strangers gave us the heart of winter, they left without wasting any time. Akif: But at that night, a snowstorm occured. It was a kind I've never seen before. There was no cloud but completely dark. Only in one night, snow length was at above our knees. And the coldness… It was worse than a knife. Second night, another was here, snow was above 1.7 meters and it was the time when we understood we were deceived. Akif Government often forget we exist. So, no one came to help us. We had to take care of ourselves and we knew the solution. Akif: We set the heart of winter on fire. The bastard started struggling like crazy. It kept burning for hours and in the end, it sank into snow and we thought it perished and started celebrating. But when I went to my bed, it was there , pointing its hand to the cassette. I picked up and listened it. It only said: '' You can't kill cold.'' And after that, I picked it up and went to my car with it. The fire we made was pretty huge so roads were opened enough for a car passing. I drove my car for kilometers and stopped at middle of nowhere. I left it there and came back and I almost died because of the icy way. After that, snowstorms were over. And about 2-3 days after, we saw helicopters above the village. We thought government was here but it was the armed group. They didn't land this time and moved away. Akif: So, I have only one word for you: Go. Put it back where you found it. You didn't know what was it but now, you know. It is not heart of winter. It is the soul of cold and night. It's a fallen god, maybe. Take it back to its rest, away from my village and my people. //( Stands up.) // Otherwise, I will [REDACTED]. [END LOG] 07/11/2023 Video-Recording-07 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts at a different village, which is smaller than the last one, in a car. Half of the window is covered with snow and it is still snowing rapidly. Berat is on the backseat, along with Kaan. Günsal is on the driver seat while Akçelik is on front seat. Everyone is sleeping. Berat: ( With a sleepy voice ) Guys, wake up. Guys. It is snowing. Oh my god. Kaan: ( Slowly wakes up ) What? Looks out the window. OH GOOD LORD! AKÇELİK, GÜNSAL WAKE UP! Günsal quickly wakes up and tries to open the door but snow layer has reached to the car's door. Snow starts to fall inside the car. Günsal closes the door. Günsal: What time is it? Berat: 9 P.M. Günsal: Old man told us that snowstorms only happen during 3 A.M, liar bastard. Kaan: Can you start the car? Günsal: Even I do, we can't go anywhere. ( Turns to Akçelik. ) How does this bastard still sleep? ( Hits him. ) Wake up you sleepy fuck, maybe you have one of your genius ideas. Akçelik: ( Dizzy ) What? ( Looks out the window. ) Oh god. I've seen this in my dream. Kaan: What will we do? Günsal: We will go to the village and ask for their help as poor stranded guys. Car and cold dude will stay here. Everyone opens their door hardly and when they are outside, it is seen that the length of snow is above belly level. Sky is complete darkness and there is a fog. Günsal: ( Holding a flashlight ) ( Yells ) FOLLOW ME. THIS WAY. After a long walk, they arrive in a medium house. Akçelik knocks the door. An elderly woman, wearing a hijab opens the door. Günsal: Good evening, teyze3. Our car has stopped working. Can we stay at here for one night? Elder woman: Of course, my child. Quick, get in. I have hot soup for you. Group thanks her, they shake off their snow and enter the house./ The house is a typical Turkish village house. Woman takes them to living room, which has a fireplace. Group sits on the big couch while woman sits on the armchair. Woman: ( Asking to Günsal ) What are your names, my child? Günsal: My name is Gunsal, teyze. And these are Berat, Kaan and Akçelik. What's your name? Woman: Fatma. You sit here and warm up. I will bring you soup. Then we can talk. ( Stands up and goes. ) Berat: ( Stands up and he sits in front of the fireplace. ) Damn, my hands are still numb. How we are going to leave? Akçelik: ( Looks out from window. ) It is still snowing. I can't even see the car. I think we will- ( A tall young beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes enters the room. She is not wearing a headscarf. ) Young woman: Welcome to our home. Snowstorm outside is really harsh, we've never seen like this befoe. ( She looks at Berat sitting on the ground. ) Looks like you're very cold. Berat: I… uhh… yeah… I-it's c-cold outside- Fatma comes in with steaming 4 bowls of soup. Fatma: Oh, Defne did you meet with our guests? Come help me. Defne goes to another room and comes with a table. Fatma puts soups on the table. Fatma: Come lads and drink some. Group sits on the chair again starts drinking the soup. Defne sits in the seat of Berat's left. Defne: Where are you from and what are you doing here? Günsal: We are just regular people. We were returning from ski but we were all exhausted because we set off in the evening and didn't sleep at all the night before. So we parked our car 2-3 kilometers away from here and started sleeping inside. And when we woke up, we couldn't even start the engine so we left the car and came here. Fatma: For my 70 years of life, I've never seen such snowstorm. May god help us. Fatma: Directly opposite this house is my other flat. You can sleep there. You won't fit in here. Günsal: God bless you, teyze. Fatma: You too, my child. Defne: ( Points to Berat ) You.. uhh. what is your name? Berat: Me? B-Berat. Defne: What's the thing on your head? Berat: This? Oh, it's just my camera but it's not recording right now. Defne: ( Looks confused ) Ohh, I get it. Group finishes their soups and Fatma gives them the key of the house. While they are wearing their boots Defne gives a pot of soup and 5 breads in a bag to Berat. Defne: I hope these will be enough for the night. Berat: It is more than sufficient. Thank you so much. Defne: There are enough wood and coal for fireplace at house. You can find them in the closet at basement. I can come with you if you think you can't find it. Günsal: No, no. We can find it. Thank you again. Fatma: In the morning, we will have breakfast together. If you need anything else, you can come here. They all express their thanks and go outside. Snowfall has slowed down and the snow height is approximately 1.6 meters. The other house is right across from them. They get there after a 3-minute walk. Günsal opens the door. This house is much smaller than the last one with 1 living room, 1 room, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom and a stairs going down. Akçelik: Guys, I have an idea. Kaan: What is it, genius? Akçelik: The storm is almost over. I say we open the road, drop the guy here and just escape. Muhtar was wrong about storm times so if we carry him with us, we can get caught in a snowstorm at middle of nowhere. Günsal: I… I don't know. These people help us and you offer us to kill them cruelly. Kaan: Günsal, I'm sorry but it seems we have no other choice. Tomorrow there will be another snowstorm and we may get stuck here forever. Berat: What will happen to Defne and Fatma teyze? They helped us with their heart and now we will leave them behind for dying? Akçelik: We have nothing to do. No action for 5 minutes. Günsal: Sorry, Berat. They are right. I thought we would warn the villagers but if they find out about the man, everything will be fucked up. I know you fell in love with Defne, I'm sorry. Berat: What? No. I.. j-just.. she- she Kaan: Holy shit you blush like a tomato. Akçelik: Berat, I can ask for Defne to come here while we clean the roads. You can fuck her before we go. Akçelik, Kaan and Günsal laughs. Berat doesn't. Günsal: Let's rest a little bit and then we will set off Berat and Kaan goes down to stairs. Basement is a small but tall room. Mentioned closet is in front of the stairs. Berat: There should be another way. This is not fair. Kaan: There is no another way. Should we say villagers we brought a corpse that creates snowstorms with us? " We are sorry about that but now we will help you! " Berat: I don't know I- Berat opens the closet. SCP-7135 falls on Berat from the closet. Berat: OH GOD NO! AAAARHH! HELP ME! Kaan: Relax, relax, it is not moving. Günsal ve Akçelik comes from stairs running. Günsal: What's going on? Oh god. Akçelik: HOW?? Kaan: Come on, help me. They remove the SCP-7135 from Berat. Berat:( Breathless ) I thought- I was going to- die. Akçelik: I didn't like this. Forget resting, we need to leave now. Kaan: G-guys. It's hand.. SCP-7135 is seen as pointing its hand to the SCP-7135-01. Berat gets closer to SCP-7135 and picks up the SCP-7135-01. Berat: There should be a tape player. They start to look for a tape player. Kaan: Guys, I found it. It's here. Tape player is in the bottom of the closet. It's a white one, quite dirty and dusty. Berat takes it and places the SCP-7135-01 inside. SCP-7135-01: ( Static sounds along with storm sounds and raven sounds.) Akçelik: What- Berat: Shh, shut up. SCP-7135-01: ( In addition to the same sounds ) ( With a highly distorted voice ) Berat… Can't go… [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] We… bring… cold… together… The voice record stops. Kaan: Hey, hey watch out! SCP-7135-01 gets drawn to SCP-7135's chest. Berat: How does he know my name? Günsal: I don't know. I don't understand any of this. Akçelik: Guys, let's go righ now. Berat: Yeah, this thing is unholy. They leave the SCP-7135 there and go up the stairs. Kaan: Guys! There is a back door here. We can leave without Defne and teyze seeing us. The leave the lights on and go outside from the back door. Snowfall is completely stopped but the sky is same with addition to several ravens. Günsal: This way. [LOW BATTERY POWER] When they arrive in the car's location, they see it is completely covered with snow. First they clear the luggage compartment and they take shovel and brushes from there. Berat: I had said Muhtar's tools would help us. Günsal: Look, it will be enough for us to clean the front of car. Then, we can move. They spend almost 1 hour for removing the snow. Günsal: ( Leans on the shovel. ) We are not dying today, boys. Kaan: I knew we were going to make it. Akçelik: ( To Günsal ) Come on, start the engine and let's fucking go from here . Günsal opens the driver door. SCP-7135 is sitting inside, pointing its hand to SCP-7135-01 once again. Günsal: FUCKING HELL. ( Kicks the SCP-7135 ) YOU PIECE OF SHIT. Kaan: Wait. I have the tape player. Günsal places the SCP-7135-01 inside the tape player. SCP-7135-01: ( Same distorted voice and static effects ) Where.. you… go… Berat? You… can't… You… are… mine…. until… cold sleep… Voice recording ends. Berat: Guys. He wants me. Akçelik: WHAT? Berat: Yeah. He won't just leave following me. And he also knows my name and said I will bring cold with him. Guys, I can't go anywhere without him. Berat: Now, you all shut up and listen to me. You four will go to city and bring aid while I stay here. Günsal: What will you tell the villagers? Berat: Leave it to me. All you guys need to is just go to city as fast as possible. Kaan: I will stay with you. Berat: No. If there are two of us left, the lie I will tell the villagers will be ruined. A silence for 30 seconds. Günsal: Listen to me- [LOW BATTERY POWER]] [END LOG] 08/11/2023 Video-Recording-08 [BEGIN LOG] Video recording starts at the basement. SCP-7135 is sitting in front of the camera. Doorknocks are heard. Berat goes up the stairs -the clock on the wall showing 11 A.M- and opens the door. Defne: Good morning Berat. I hope you guys slept good- She pauses. Seems like you didn't, huh? ( Laugh ) Berat: Uhh, yeah. I didn't sleep well. Listen, Ms. Defne. I need to tell you something very important. Please shut the door and come inside. Defne: ( Looks behind her ) Uhh okay. ( Enters the house. ) Where are the others? Berat: ( Closes the door. ) They are gone. Defne: What? How? The snow was in the length of a child. Muhtar started shoveling operations just 2 hours ago. Berat: This storm was not a random thing. I'm cursed. Defne: What do you mean? I'm so confused. Berat: When we were sleeping, I woke up because of a nightmare. I went to get some water but then, I saw a thing in the kitchen. It was looking like a human but it had no mouth but white glowing eyes and it was as dark as a starless night- Defne: ( Angry ) Look these are all bullshit. Tell me the truth. Berat: Follow me and I will show you. They go to basemet. Defne: God help me. ( Reads Islamic prayers. ) Is this a demon? Berat: Kinda. It damned us with snowstorms which will happen every night and told me if I leave from here, it will kill the whole village. My friends went to Erzurum for bringing help but they might not return. We must be prepared for the upcoming snowstroms. Defne: There is a telephone in our house. It's pretty old stuff, but it works. Berat: Phones do not work, even my smart phone because of the last night. We must storage wood and coal as much as possible. Next storm will be much severe than the last one. Berat: You need to warn them, Ms. Defne. They will trust you. Defne: What will I say to them? Berat: Tell them everything I told you. If they see it, they will be much ready for the survival. Defne: Okay, I will do it. I'm going to Muhtar, wait here. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING FOR 20 MINUTES] Doorknocks are heard. Berat opens the door. Defne appears with a short, bald, fully bearded man in his 40s. Defne: Berat, this is Muhtar Ayhan. I told him everything and he will see your thing. Berat: Nice to meet you, I'm Berat. Ayhan: Where is it? If I sense you are wasting my time, I will make you regret. Berat: Here, follow me. They arrive in the basement once again. Ayhan: ( Confused visibly ) Bismilahirrahmanirrahim4. This is a demon. We must ask for the Imam İbrahim's help. Berat: It won't be useful. This thing knows no god. Ayhan: Why don't you and him leave from here, if he is going to follow you? Berat:* I-uh can't do that. He will return here if I carry him outside. Anyways, this should not be our concern. Talk to your people and command them in order to prepare for the storm. Ayhan: I will first bring the Imam here. He should know some prays. Berat: Do what you want. But, please, warn the people. Ayhan: I will. Goes up the stairs, leaving Berat and Defne alone in the basement. Defne is a tall woman but shorter than Berat, approximately 5 cm. Defne: I should leave too- Berat: Wait, we never had chance of talking. Defne: About what? Berat: Like your age. I could not guess it but you look like you are 23. Defne: You are pretty close. I'm 25. What about you? Berat: I'm so old. 32. Defne: You look way younger than that. Berat: Would it surprise you if I told you that I was born in village? Defne: Why should it surprise me? I know nothing about you. Same is applied for you. Berat: Yeah you are right. But it would be interesting if you knew I am the owner of the ███████ Supermarket Chain and Founder of the ███ Movie Studios. Defne: I never heard about those but I guess you are a rich person. Berat: I am actually. Awkward silence Defne: Well, if you are right, this night will be harsh. I should let my mom know about this. See you. Berat: Goodbye. Defne goes up the stairs. Berat stays alone in the basement with SCP-7135. Camera turns to SCP-7135. [END LOG] 08/11/2023 Video-Recording-09 [BEGIN LOG] Video recording starts at the village square in noon. Sky is cloudless and light blue. All of the villagers are here, about 150 people. This village is smaller than the other in terms of both buildings and population. Berat stands on a high podium with Muhtar Ayhan on his right side and a man who appears to be the Imam on his left. Berat: Selamun aleykum, Gökçedere people. My name is Berat. I'm just a passenger who was passing from here with my friends. But we get caught in the storm last night so we had to take a rest here. And, we learnt thet these storm was not a random event. Imam İbrahim and Muhtar Ayhan knows the truth but only thing you should know is that there will be more snowstorms like yesterday, even tougher. My friends went to Erzurum to bring help. Ayhan: Mr. Berat is right. There was never a storm like the one that happened yesterday, so- A woman: Why doesn't Imam İbrahim pray for us? Allah will save us. İbrahim: We should take precautions first and then pray to Allah. He won't help those who lazy. Ayhan: That's right. So, we have a plan. Including the Imam's and mine, we have 5 cars in total. Car owners will take as much as old women and children they can with them to get them to Erzurum and ask for help. Me and Imam will give our cars to others and stay here. You will them that how the storm yesterday was destructive. Our limited phones are not functioning. A child: How do you know there will be other storms? İbrahim: Look up, Taha. This is a warning by Allah. Blizzard yesterday was also a warning. Allah chooses his most loyal servants to test. A man: Oh that's right. Allah will finally punish us for our sins. A girl: Mom, I don't want to get punished. ( Starts crying. ) Ayhan: Don't cry, my child. This is just a warning. If Allah would have wanted to punish us, he would do it already. People start to talk different things in unison. İbrahim: After cars leave, ( The noise stops )) we will go into forest and collect wood. Everyone will work. Our food is sufficent for now but we need to use it carefully. May the Allah help us. In unision: Amen! [END LOG] 08/11/2023 Video-Recording-10 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts in the house of Fatma, in front of the fireplace. It looks like evening. There are woods in a bag on the floor. Berat takes a wood and throws at the fireplace. Defne and Fatma wear winter coats. Defne: Phone is still not working. Berat: I told you it won't. My smart phone is not functioning at all. Berat: My friends have not returned. Fatma: Give them some time. Driving in this weather is risky. They should be travelling carefully. Defne: Yeah, my mother is right. Give them some time. Berat: If you say so. Fatma: Why don't you tell us about the city life, my child? I went to Erzurum 3 times and its size fascinated me. Defne: Mom, when will I go to city? Fatma: When you are married and if your husband wants to. Allah knows when you will marry, though. Defne: I won't marry with someone I don't love. I- Fatma: Shh, shut up kid. Our guest had enough of your bulshit. Yes Berat, city life. Berat: Well, what do you want to learn? Fatma: Like, are they hot and warm? Berat: It depends on the city you go. Erzurum is not that hot but İstanbul and Ankara are. But- ( Pauses ) Did you hear that? Winds sounds are heard clearly. Berat: It begins. Defne: Can we throw more wood into fire? It's so cold. Fatma: This wood is the only one we will have this night. Berat: You sleep and rest. I will watch the fire. Defne and Fatma get into beds on the floor opposite the fireplace. Berat throws two more woods at fire. Events continue like this for an hour or two. Berat stands up and starts watching Defne. He, then, leaves from the room and goes outside. Snow is falling at a very high rate. The sky is dark and filled with ravens. Fog makes it difficult to see 100 meters ahead. The winds shake the leaves of the trees harshly. Berat starts walking towards the other house across the street. Since the snow from the last storm has been shoveled, the current snow length is not higher than 1 meter. Berat unlocks the lock with the key and enters the house that Fatma has allocated for him and his friends. After, Berat goes down the stairs. In the basement, there is a long wooden coffin there that was not there before. There are prayers written in Arabic on it. Berat opens its lid. SCP-7135 is inside of the coffin. Its eyes are much brighter than before. Berat closes the lid again. Berat: ( Sighs ) [END LOG] 09/11/2023 Video-Recording-11 [BEGIN LOG] Defne: ( Crying ) She was all okay just yesterday. The recording starts in the house of Fatma. The fire is completely extinguished. Fatma is lying on the floor in yesterday's bed. Defne and Berat is on foot. Defne is crying severely. Berat: I.. Uh.. ( Tries to hold Defne ) She clings to Berat's chest and crys harder. Defne: I.. don't know what to do without her.. Berat: ( (Hugs Defne ) Look she wouldn't want to see like that right? Defne: I'm going to kill the muhtar. He was the one who didn't allow my mother to go. Berat: Fatma Teyze was looking so strong. Nobody could not have predicted. Defne: ( Lifts his head from Berat's chest and looks at him ) What will happen to her… her… Berat: ( With a soft tone ) Her body? Of course, we will burry her accordance with the procedure. Defne: Are you sure? Berat: Yeah. Why not? Defne: Did you look at outside? Berat: ( Goes to window) What? Window is covered with snow. Berat goes to the main door and opens it. There is a wall made of snow. Berat: What in the fucking earth is this? Defne comes there and here eyes widen in surprise. Defne: How will we go outside? Berat puts his hand into the snow layer and quickly pulls it back. Berat: Ouch, so cold. Defne: Berat, we must go outside. I saw we ran out of wood. Berat: Do you have shovels? Defne: Yeah. They are at atic. Wait here, I will get them. As Defne goes, Berat re-enters the living room and covers Fatma's head with the quilt. Berat: ( Whispering ) I'm sorry… Defne: Berat? Here are the shovels. Berat: I'm coming. He goes to Defne. Tears are still flowing from her eyes. Berat: Hey, I know this is a fucked up situation and I understand the pain you are going through but you should be strong now. Fatma Teyze would like too see you surviving from this shit right? Defne: ( Wipes a tear from your cheek ) Yeah, you are right. I just… She was 75 years old. I was my mom's only kid that stayed with her. My other 5 siblings that older than me went to city but I stayed with her. I prepared myself for her death but this was..( Tears come from her eyes ) this was so unexpected that I- Berat: ( Gets closer ) You are so beautiful. Especially when you are crying. Defne: ( Visibly confused ) What? Berat: Yeah. I love you Defne. ( Gets even closer ) Defne: ( Retreats ) Berat… are you okay? I also like you but- Berat: Oh really? This is good. Berat suddenly kisses Defne. Defne: No… we should not do it here… My mom.. Berat: Unzips Defne's coat and rips the sweater underneath and revelas her breasts. They are a bit larger than the middle sized beast. Bert starts licking Defne's breats while stroking her hips. Defne weakly tries to resist. Defne: Ah.. no.. don't do it… this is haram- ahhhhh… Berat: He turns back Defne, bends her over and pulls down the girl's pants and underwear. Are you virgin? Defne: Yes.. Berat please- Berat: Even better. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING BY 30 MINUTES] Defne appears to be sleeping next to her mother's body. She is wearing her winter clothes and coat again. Berat stands up from the chair he's been sitting and goes to main doorway. Shovels Defne brought are stii here. Berat picks one of them and opens the door. He inserts the shovel into the snow wall. A small way is opened but the top of the layer remains. Berat keeps digging for a while and top section collapses. Berat sees the length of the undigged snow walls are at almost 3 meters. Berat looks up and sees the cloudless sky with ravens flying. Other than that, there is only snow. Berat: ( Yelling ) CAN ANYONE HEAR MY VOICE? HELLO? IF YOU HEAR ME, PLEASE REPLY! A man voice, ahead, through a house covered in snow: Mr. Berat? Is that you? Berat: YES, IT IS ME, MUHTAR AYHAN. Ayhan: Mr. Berat… My 8 years old boy died.. My wife went crazy. I guess I will too. Berat: ( Not able to talk for a while. ) MY CONDOLENCES. BUT WE MIGHT STILL HAVE A CHANCE. THINK YOUR OTHER CHILDREN, TOO. Ayhan: ( No response for a while ) I guess you are right. Do you have an idea? Berat: YOU CAN DIG A TUNNEL THROUGH SNOW WALL. MEET WITH ME. THEN, WE WILL GO TO THE TRACTOR. Ayhan: Okay. Please stay in your current position. No activity for 20 minutes. The wall in front of Berat collapses with its roof. Ayhan appears. Berat: I'm so sorry because of your loss. Ayhan: Thank you.. I… he was so young I wish… I wish I would send him. Berat: You could not have known. It happened. Now, we must fight for remaining ones. Ayhan: Yeah, you are right. Is Defne okay? I heard her screaming in the morning. It was so loud that I geniunely concerned. Berat: Uhhh.. Fatma Teyze. She's gone. Ayhan: Oh my god. May she rest in paradise. She was a kind soul. Berat: Amen. So, where is the tractor. Ayhan: ( Points to his right ) This way. They start to dig the wall through. As they progress, snow walls collapse. They arrive to the location of tractor after 25 minutes. Ayhan: I have the keys. I hope I can stat the engine. They remove the snow layer surrounding the tractor. Ayhan gets inside of the tractor. Tractor does not work at first. Ayhan: Come on. Tractor does not work. Ayhan: God help me. Tractor does not work. Berat: I guess it won't start- Tractor works. Berat: ( Laughs slightly ) Nice. Go through the square while clearing the snow. I will follow you. Others should heard the noise and they will probably come outside. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING BY ONE HOUR] Ayhan: So, we have lost 13 people last night. İbrahim: May Allah have mercy on them all. The square of the village looks like cleaned from the snow layer. Remaining villagers are here. No children are here. Defne also is not here. Berat: This is terrible… How are your wood supplies? A man: It's completely went extinct. A woman: I have only one billet. Ayhan: ( Turns to İbrahim ) What will we do? İbrahim: I don't know… I think we should bury the dead. Ayhan: Definitely, but where? We can't reach to graveyard. İbrahim: It's a bad idea.. but.. the mosque courtyard is large enough. Ayhan: I was also about to say that. İbrahim: ( Turns to crowd again ) Our first duty is to bury our dead. We will make a great funeral for them. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING BY FIFTEEN MINUTES] Berat removes the door of the coffin. SCP-7135 is still there. This time it is pointing its hand to SCP-7135-01. Berat takes it and places inside of the tape-player. SCP-7135-01: ( Raven, wind and static sounds. Same distorted voice starts to speak ). I…. like.. this… coffin…. Berat… learn… the… essential of…. cold… You… are punished… People… suffer… because of… you. Last word is told with a great emphasis and a rather thick tone. [LOW BATTERY POWER] Berat knocks the door of Fatma's house. Defne opens the door. Berat: Prepare your mother for funeral. She will be buried today. Defne: To where? Berat: Mosque backyard. We cannot go to graveyard. Defne: I understand. Berat: Are you okay? Defne: Come inside. Berat enters the house. Defne's eyes are swollen from crying. Defne: Am I okay, huh? My virginity was taken from me without my permission, in the same bed where my dead mother was laying. And I screamed and ejaculated like a whore. Can I be okay? Berat: Look, I'm- Defne: ( Slaps Berat ) You deserved this. I love you but I don't know you. And.. you.. you.. ( Tears start to flow )) Berat hugs Defne. Defne puts her head on his chest and starts crying. After 5 minutes, Defne retreats. Defne: I should make my mom ready for funeral. Berat: Okay. Call out if you need help. I will be in the other house. [LOW BATTERY POWER] [END LOG] 14/11/2023 Video-Recording-12 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts in a different house. Muhtar Ayhan's dead body is kept tied to a suicide rope. Berat: Poor man. After the death of his wife and last kid, there was nothing left for him. Defne: May they rest in peace. Ibrahim: (Tearful) He.. was a good man. I will pray Allah to forgive him. Berat: Amen. Berat He turns around and opens the door. A tunnel made through snow layer appears. Berat: So, how much people left? İbrahim: Ayhan was the 22nd of those who died today. This means there are only 61 alive people remaining. I don't understand. Most of these people still have food and most of them were pretty healthy. Berat: It's the cold killing them, not hunger. ( Pauses ) Wait. What about the farm animals you guys have? İbrahim: They all perished probably. The farm is away 200 meters from here. Berat: Let's check the meeting point. They take a left and walk straight. They arrive in a a wide point where 4 different tunnels meet. There is no one there except a few corpses. Berat: Come on Defne, help me. Berat and Defne start carrying a corpse of a large man. İbrahim stays behind. They go through houses and finally arrive in the house of Fatma. They enter inside and drop the body in front of the fire place. Human bones are seperated everywhere. Even though they are inside the house, smoke is rising from their mouths. Defne: His name was Mahmut. He was a good mand a farmer. He was so strong that he could lift me only with his one hand. It's strange that the cold took him. Berat: Yeah. Let's get into work. Berat gets two knives from the kitchen and gives one to Defne. He firstly, removes the clothes of Mahmut. Then, he starts peeling the skin of Mahmut's right arm. Defne does same to the left arm. After this is done, they remove the arms from body. Defne takes arm pieces and goes to kitchen. Berat removes the chest part from legs and begins to remove his internal organs such as heart and liver. After he's done, He takes a handful of coal from the bag next to him and places it in the fireplace. Then he lights the fireplace with the newspaper and some of the remaining wood. A loud fire begins to burn. Defne comes with a big pot filled with arm parts. She puts the pot above the fire. Defne: A lot of food was stored before winter. The amount for my mother and me was very small. Berat: ( Nods ) No one wants to share their food. I don't blame them. At least they give their dead to us. Defne: We have no wood in the attic anymore. Defne: Are we the only people eating bodies in the village? Berat: Probably. İbrahim had said other people who ran out of food ate mice, but they vehemently refused to eat the dead. Defne: I would also say the same thing 2 days ago. Berat:: Actually we can survive without food for like 15-20 days I guess. But, this cold makes us weak. After every night, I feel stiff everywhere and I literally feel like I've been through a war and I feel so hungry. Defne: Yeah, me too. Every night it gets colder than the last one. I wonder how long the snow is? Berat: It should be over 6 meters. We are completely burried under. Last night İbrahim said it was because of us. He said we have incurred the wrath of Allah. I told him to shut the fuck and asked why Allah doesn't help him. He was silent. Defne: I wonder how Imam İbrahim still thinks there is a god. Berat: Some people's belief is just that strong. Defne: They are just stupid. What kind of god throw his people into a cold hell and make them to their own dead? Berat: You are right. Allah is a lie. Ibrahim actually is aware of this but does not want to see the truth since this is one of the basics of his life. Defne stands up and takes the Kaaba picture and the painting with Islamic prayers on the wall and throws it into the fireplace. Then, she goes to another room and returns with bunch of Qurans. She throws all of them intor fire. Firepcae starts to burn stronger. Defne: This will warm us. Berat: ( Laughs ) Defne: You know we have no chance of surviving, right? Everyone outside forgot about us. Berat: I know. Defne: I don't know about you but I want to live the limited days of my life in pleasure. We are god forgetten and cursed people. So let's fuck everything and make love in our living room surrounded by human bones while corpses burn in our fireplace. Berat: Actually, yes, you are the right one. I was thinking that there is still hope for us but boy, I was wrong. Defne: Uhh so.. uhh ( Blushes ) Can you do the thing.. you didd last time? The.. uhh the- Berat: The what? Defne: Are you going to make me say it? The thing you did with your mouth… to my private area… Berat: ( Laughs ) Yeah for sure. If you suck mine too. Defne: Well okay. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING BY TEN MINUTES] Berat and Defne having sexual intercourse in the " doggystyle position ", in front of the burning fire. They are both bare in their private areas while Defne's breasts are also naked. Defne: Ahh.. Yes.. This is what I like… Harder Berat. Harder. Ahhh! Suddenly door opens loudly and Imam İbrahim enters the house. Berat and Defne stand up quickly. İbrahim: ( Comes running inside the living room) Berat, Defne! There is a man- (Suddenly stops ) Oh God help me. What are you doing? ( He turns his gaze elsewhere. ) Defne runs to the kitchen. İbrahim secretly looks at Defne's breasts. Berat turns around and buttons his trousers. İbrahim: As if all this is not enough, are you also committing adultery now? ( He looks around and grimaces. ) This place smells horrible. ( İbrahim is a short but large man. He has a long gray beard that reaches down to his chest. Berat: This is our private. It's none of your business what we do. Entering a house without permission is probably not something Allah likes. İbrahim: Yeah, yeah whatever. Something really important happened. Voices of cars and people come from outside the village. Berat: What? Really? İbrahim: Yeah. There was only one male voice. I got as close as I could and told him we were stranded here. He said there was two tractor at a nearby oil depot and went there. The snow height was more than 5 meters, but it could still be cleared. Berat: This is so good. I think we will really be saved. İbrahim: Yes. I told you Allah didn't forget us. The tractor may arrive at any time, so stay at home and don't go out. Berat: Okay. İbrahim leaves and after 2 minutes Defne comes inside. She covered herself now. Defne: What happened? Berat: A man was coming here with 2 tractors. I think we survived. Defne: ( He eyes widen ) Oh really? I had prepared myself so much for death that… Berat: ( He holds Defne on her cheeks and kisses her for a long time. ) If we get out of here, will you marry me? I will make you live like a queen. Defne: Let's get out of here and the rest is easy. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING THREE HOURS] Door is knocked. Defne is sleeping in bed in front of the fire. Berat is sitting in the chair. Berat gets up and goes to open the door. Berat: Wow. I can't believe you knocked this time. İbrahim: Things are bad. The guy I mentioned haven not returned yet. Berat: Give him time until nightfall. İbrahim: Yeah yeah but what will we do if he does not return? Another storm would very likely destroy the village. Berat: Pray. [LOW BATTERY POWER] [END LOG] 16/11/2023 Video-Recording-13 [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts at the village square. The snow extending from the entrance road of the village to the center seems to have been cleared. It's post noon time. The sky is clear blue and the ravens are there again. There are around 70-80 villagers in the square. Berat is standing on the high dais with İbrahim and two foreign men who are apparently not from the village. The men are both in their 30s and wearing full winter clothing. One is taller than the other. Tall Man: Are we ready? Berat: Yeah, I'm recording. Please contiune. Tall Man: Alright. My name is Yiğit [REDACTED]. I actually live and work in [REDACTED] Village but, my mother and sister live in here. A couple days ago A Tofaş Şahin brand car came to village. He almost crashed into a building. He was alone and his car was damaged badly. He told us that a giant snowstorm happened in the Gökçedere. Snow length had reached about 30 meters, he said. İbrahim: We actually sent him along with 4 cars before the second snowstorm. Snow length at that time was not even 1.5 meters. Yiğit: ( Nods ) No one believed the guy but I wanted to check it myself since my mother and sister was living there. So I hopped into my car alone and set off. When I approached the village, 200 meters from the center was covered with at least 5 meters of snow. I couldn't proceed further because it was surrounded by mountainous terrain and the road to the village was closed. While I was on my way, I saw two tractors in an oil field not far from Bue. When I went back and asked the owner for him, the dishonorable man did not accept. Then I tried to reach AFAD5 on my phone. But it did not work strangely. So I returned to [REDACTED] and told the things I saw. We set off from there with 3 minibuses, 2 tractors, 2 snow plows and 1 car carrying food but on the way, one of the minibuses got stuck on the road so were late. And when we have arrived in midnight, snow length was still same, even decreased. Berat: That's because for the last 2 days, there wasn't any blizzards. Yiğit: It took our whole night to reach here but we, in the end, finally here. And now we will take pictures and take the surviving ones with us to Erzurum. Berat: Can you tell us about the cold? Yiğit: I've never seen like that before. It's not that freezing but it falls on you. Since I came here, I feel hunger and tiredness. Berat: Okay thank you. Yiğit: Is is done? Berat: Yeah. Yiğit: Oh good. This is be a good interview that will be published. Yiğit: So, how many alive villagers we have right now? İbrahim: 78. This was a huge disaster. Yiğit: I want to see my mother's resting place before we place. İbrahim: ( Nervous ) Yeah. I will show you. Short Man: ( To villagers ) Are there anyone who is not ready? No response. Yiğit: Okay, then. Please proceed into minibuses. Villagers slowly start to get into minibuses. Berat: Mr. Yiğit, can I request something from you? Yiğit: Yeah, for sure. Berat: I need your car for something really important. I need to stop by a village opposite the center. It's super personal. Please, do not withhold this favor from me. Yiğit: ( Confused ) Uhh, yeah. Okay. ( Gives the keys ) Berat: Thank you very much. Yiğit: Please take me to my mother, Imam. İbrahim: Yeah. Follow me, please. As they leave and villagers get into the minibusses, Berat goes to Fatma's house. He knocks the door. Defne opens the door. Berat: Are you ready? Defne: Yeah I am. I only took my important things. Berat: Do you have a place to stay in the city? Defne: Yeah. I will stay with my other brother. Berat: You had told me that all of your brothers were living in the city. Defne: Yiğit lives both in Erzurum and villages. He visits a village every year and stays there for a while, because of his work. Berat: Oh, I understand. Defne: Berat, I was thinking… The things we did… I'm in so much regret… I was sad and angry because I thought Allah had forgotten us. Looks like he didn't. Berat: Look, ( olds her by the shoulders ) we were mad. All things we did… were horrible, yes. We did because it was a terrible disaster. But now you are saved and you are going to Erzurum in safety. Defne: ( Confused ) Me? You are not coming? Berat: Not for now. I have to do something. Defne: Do what? Berat: I must take him to where he belongs. Defne: I'm coming with you. Berat: No. Defne: Yes. Berat: Your brother won't allow it, however. Defne: Ahh leave him to me. [FAST FORWARD THE RECORDING BY ONE HOUR] It's afternoon and two minibusses had left. İbrahim and They are standing in front of the last remaining minibus. Berat and Defne are also in front of them. Yiğit: Defne, are you sure? Defne: Yes, brother. Yiğit: Well, be careful. Gets in the minibus. Ibrahim lingers. Ibrahim: Your secrets will be safe with me. Goodbye. Berat Thank you. As the minibus moves towards the lowering sun, Berat and Defne watch it go. Defne: We are all alone. Berat: Do you want to make out in mosque? Defne: Nah, I'm again a Muslim. Berat: Ahh. Berat: How did you persuade your brother? Defne: I told him I'm going to marry you. He vehemently opposed at first but then I told your real identity and he suddenly became okay with it. Berat:This seems to be the reason for the sudden change in his behavior. Defne: Anyway, this village is seems so spooky right now. Let's go. They get into the car of Yiğit. It's a Hundai Accent Era. Berat parks the car in front of Fatma's other house. They get out of the car and enter the house. After they go down to the basement, Berat removes the lib of the coffin. SCP-7135 is inside, with its hand pointed to the SCP-7135-01. Eyes are glowing. Berat: Oh, he has something to say. Defne: Can he talk? Berat: Yeah, via that cassette. ( Berat takes the SCP-7135-01. ) Can you give the tape-player that is inside the closet? Defne: Here. ( Passes the player ) Berat: ( Puts the SCP-7135-01 inside ans starts playing it. ) SCP-7135-01: ( Again the same sounds, but this time there are also human screams. ) Well… done… Berat… You…… liar… You… belong…to… cold… Recording stops. SCP-7135-01 gets drawn to SCP-7135's chest. Defne: ( Clearly scared. ) Berat: Don't be scared. These are just bullshit. Defne: Yeah, but I don't know. Berat: Come on let's go. They remove SCP-7135 from the coffin and they start to carry it through stairs. Defne: He's so cold. Berat: ( Humming ) This was how everything begun.. Defne: What? Berat: Nothing. When they climb the stairs they see the sunlight entering is gone and the house is dark. Berat: Oh, god no, no. Berat releases SCP-7135 and quickly opens the main door. It is snowing outside, harder than rain. The sky is pitch black and the ravens are there again. The length of the snow had reached the knee. Defne: BERAT WE CAN STILL LEAVE- Berat? Berat falls to his knees at the entrance of the house and starts laughing psychopathically. Berat: Don't you see, Defne? The car is gone. ( Laughs ) Defne: ( Doesn't says anything and goes to the main room slowly.) The recording ends as Berat continues to laugh like maniacly and the snow continues to accelerate. [END LOG] 21/11/2023 DAMAGED RECORDING WARNING: [DATA EXPUNGED] [BEGIN LOG] The recording starts. Defne is lying on the floor, dead and naked. There are bite marks on her breasts and vagina. Her skin looks pale, almost gray. The fireplace is not burning, the house is gray and dark. Completely silent. Berat: ( His voice is thick from disuse and he stutters constantly. ) I-I-I no-no, My-my na-name is Be-berat. I-I'm s-stuck here. O-only s-snow. No-no one.. here… No-one hellp. [VIOLENT STATIC APPEARS ON CAMERA] Berat: [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] Static disappears. Berat: P-please bu-bury me-me in-in İs-İstanbul. Warm. A knife appears in Berat's right hand. He firstly caresses Defne's breasts. After that, [REDACTED]. After he's done, he inserts the knife into Defne's right breast and some blood gushes out from that spot. Some of the blood comes to the camera and covers the top of the image. Later, Berat proceedes to cut Defne's chest with the knife. He reaches the heart at the end and takes it out and comes out to his mouth in one bite. As bloody morsels pour out of Berat's mouth, he bursts into hysterical laughter. Berat: Her last words were " I love you." Berat brings the knife to Defne's vagina and inserts it from there. The image quality drops significantly and plain static appears again. The door opening sound is heard. Berat raises his head and looks at the door. SCP-7135 stands in the doorway with a raven perched on its shoulder. Its eyes are so bright that most of its face is floating in a chamber of light and house is pretty illuminated. The raven on its shoulder has no eyes and its head twitches strangely. Berat: Are you here to finish me off? SCP-7135 does not respond and move. Berat: Y- The raven on SCP-7135's shoulder crows loudly and lunges towards Berat's face. Berat raises his hands to protect himself, but the bird knocks him to the ground. As Berat falls, the knife stays in Defne's vagina. The raven pecks Berat's face for a while, but then flies away and disappears into one of the side rooms. Berat gets up from the ground and SCP-7135 is seen to be gone. The door is also closed. Berat pulls the knife out of Defne's vagina. Then he tries to stand up. On the first try, he stumbles and falls on Defne's corpse. On the second try he gets up and goes to kitchen while staggering. No one is in the kitchen. While he is facing away, the room suddenly lights up. Berat quickly turns around, but no one is there. Meanwhile, the raven comes from behind again and hits the back of his neck. As soon as Berat falls to the ground, it takes off again. This time, Berat does not manage to stand up. After lying there on his back for a while, he crawls to the room where Defne's body is.Finally, he stands next to Defne, lying down with his head towards Defne's vagina. The knife is still in his hand. He lifts it and brings it to his neck. His hands are shaking violently. Finally, he raises the knife and begins to cry loudly. An hour passes like this. Berat gets into a sitting position again and turns Defne over. [REDACTED] Berat rolls to the side and the camera is again attacked by a stronger static effect. Berat turns his head to the door again and sees at least 20 ravens gathered there. Berat turns his head towards Defne's corpse lying next to him. Defne's body is not here, and SCP-7135 lies where she used to be. The camera stops functioning after a sound assumed to be Berat's scream heard. [END LOG] After Berat █████ and Defne ███ was reported as missing, Erzurum Government arrived in Güzeldurak and they had encountered with snow in the length of 20 meters covering the entire village. This incident attracted the attention of local media and it did not take long for it to spread to global media. The Turkish Government failed to enter the village. Through global media, the SCP Foundation became aware of the events. With the help of snow heights and ravens flying in clear skies in news footage and since its previous containment data was still in the foundation database, SCP-7135's location has been determined as Güzeldurak. A secret meeting was held with the Turkish President after the necessary agreements were signed and the necessary protocols were complied with, an MTF Delta-14 unit was deployed in Güzeldurak after the area was completely evacuated by the Turkish Government. On December 17, 2023, 16 days after the MTF unit's deployment, SCP-7135 was found beneath the lifted snowpack. Body of the Defne ███ was found with the camera device that Berat ████ used to record the events. Berat ████'s complete body was not found, only the skeleton. He was under the snow layer with SCP-7135. The MTF unit transported SCP-7135 to Site-88 as ordered, where the object was once again contained with enhanced security clearances and precautions in case of another theft attempt. SCP-7135's containment has continued ever since. Including the Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT model car with the license plate ██-██-████, which Berat █████ and his friends were traveling with in the video recordings, 5 of the 6 cars sent from Güzeldurak to Erzurum are missing. An investigation into whether these disappearances are related to SCP-7135 is ongoing. +Show Addendum-7135-02 -Close file To understand the movement properties of SCP-7135, several experiments have been conducted, led by Dr. John with the assigned task force MTF Delta 14. Experiment.1.7135 Step 1: SCP-7135 was transported to a hot region outside the borders of California. Object was deployed there with the sensors that determine its location. Step 2: MTF units retreated from the vision SCP-7135, leaving the object alone. Step 3: For the next five hours, sensors showed no signs of movement. Step 4: MTF units re-arrived in the location and observed SCP-7135 did not move. Conclusion: It looks like SCP-7135 does not tend to move when it is in a warmer location. Next experiment will be conducted in a cold place. - Dr. John Experiment.2.7135 Step 1: SCP-7135 was transported to the cold and snowy region near the borders of Alaska. Step 2: MTF units retreated from the vision SCP-7135, leaving the object alone. Step 3: Within one hour, the sensors have indicated that SCP-7135's location changed in a sudden moment. While the object continued to move inconsistently, MTF units were directed to the location indicated by the sensors. However, SCP-7135 was not on the surface. The object eventually stopped moving and it turned out it was actually located under the snow. The same experiment was also conducted in a different Alaska region but this time, several cameras were placed in the release location of SCP-7135. However, SCP-7135 did not move at all. Conclusion: SCP-7135 is able to move whenever it is in a snowy cold location and while not being observed. The sensors show sudden movements of the object instead of continuous motion. This could mean that SCP-7135 has the ability to teleport under snow. We know SCP-7135 tries to follow the person who removes it from its snow layer but, since there was not a certain person took action in this, object was confused and moved inconsistent and indecisive because of it. -Dr. John Experiment.3.7135 Step 1: The temperature of SCP-7135's containment chamber has been deliberately lowered. Step 2: Sensors showed that SCP-7135 attempted to move, but it failed. Step 3: After several attemptions made by SCP-7135, the anomaly gave up. Conclusion: SCP-7135 cannot move if it is surrounded by materials it cannot penetrate. -Dr. John There are no experiments about this issue but it is a high possibility that SCP-7135 is more in power, if the region it is in gets colder and reaches longer snow lengths. Similar examples can be observed in the video recordings taken by Berat █████. +Show Addendum-7135-03 -Close file When the snowstorms of SCP-7135 occur, the only factor that can be considered as an anomalous event is the lack of clouds. From the emergence of the first storm, the sky will maintain its cloudless state. Before the first storm, after the condition(s) of keeping SCP-7135 passive broken, firstly temperature drops considerably. In the next step, winds always blowing from the north at the speed of 14.3 m/s begin. This phase may continue for 10-15 minutes. After that, It starts to snow. Snowfall is divided into three stages: Beginning, Acceleration, and Ending. Following list indicates a whole SCP-7135 snowstorm event. • Temperature Drop: Temperature drops to below -25°C in the span of 45 minutes, no matter of the what current temperature is. • Winds Blow: The above information about winds is sufficient. There is no need to elaborate it. • Stage Beginning : Snow falls normally at this stage, but the snowflakes are visibly much larger compared to those during normal snowfall. • Stage Acceleration: Snowfall increases 3 times the rate of the other stage with the increase of the wind speed and a fog. Stage Acceleration may take place for at least 5 hours even more. • Stage Ending: Winds and snowfall begin the decrease their destructive properties and perish completely after 30-45 minutes. Temperature may not drop. Each snowstorm will be more severe and longer when compared to the last one. But, areas that storms affect will not expand. Upon ending the last storm, the length of snow may pass 20 meters. Until SCP-7135 obtains the passive state, storms will not stop from happening. Upon the completion of the first blizzard, a compulsive phenomenon classified as SCP-7135-A1 will emerge in the area. SCP-7135-A1 refers to a set of negative anomalous physical and mental changes that occur in the people who enter the area of storms. These effects are listed as: • Feeling constantly hungry, • Being tired, as if had done an intense physical activity, • Feeling of constriction. It can be associated with claustrophobia. SCP-7135-A1 will contiune to exist until SCP-7135 acquires the passive state. After the second snowstorm, entities classified as SCP-7135-02s will emerge above the storm area. It is unknown where they appear from. SCP-7135-02 is no different from a raven in terms of physical characteristics. However, SCP-7135-02 samples will roam around the snowstorm area all the time, without landing at all, until SCP-7135 acquires its passive stage again. An SCP-7135-02 sample does not need food or water. When captured, SCP-7135-02 will start to act like a non-anomalous raven. SCP-7135 does not seem to acknowledge the presence of SCP-7135-02s. SCP-7135-02 subjects will disappear after SCP-7135 gets into the passive stage. Conclusion: Snowstorms are not considered anomalous events. The lack of clouds is an anomalous event, caused by SCP-7135. Exaggerated snow length is not an event that can be observed in nature but, it still does not have sufficient properties that can be classified as anomalous. Other than these, snowstorms having the same properties with the snowstorms of SCP-7135 can occur naturally. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7135" by MRKyrie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7135. Licensed under CC-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. A term for people from Erzurum. 2. A Turkish word meaning headman. 3. A term Turkish people use for elder women. 4. in the name of Allah, the compassionate, the merciful. 5. The disaster and emergency management institution of Turkiye. |
SCP-7136 | safe | Item #: SCP-7136 Special Containment Procedures: The studio apartment containing SCP-7136 has been rented by the Foundation, along with the other two apartments on the same floor. Apartment management has been informed that the renter is a high-profile client and is not to be disturbed. SCP-7136 is to be monitored weekly for any changes in the size or shape of the affected region. Personnel assigned to SCP-7136 must have an Anomalous Impulse Resistance Index (AIRI) of 35 or greater. Description: SCP-7136 is a seemingly impenetrable spatial distortion present within the former apartment of painter Anton Zorkin. The affected region extends ~2 meters from Zorkin's eyes in two intersecting narrow cone-like shapes centered around his lines of sight, terminating in what appears to be a standard blank 60cm x 90cm canvas. Attempts to enter SCP-7136 or insert objects into it have been met with failure, as have attempts to move the region, the canvas, or Zorkin's head1. Light seems to be unaffected, as SCP-7136 was essentially transparent until agents covered the outline of it with paint2. While in the apartment, several personnel have reported an unusually inflated desire to look at the canvas. Few have acted on this impulse, although one researcher (since removed from the project) went so far as to push his face laterally into Zorkin's in an attempt to "get the angle right". This mild compulsion effect has not been observed further than 7.3m from the source, or in individuals with an AIRI at or above that specified in the containment procedures. It is speculated that the canvas may contain some form of hidden information or image that has not yet been uncovered. However, given that no additional anomalous effects have been observed, further research into this possibility is considered low priority. Addendum: Discovery Notes Zorkin was placed under Level 1 surveillance following his attendance of the PAINt anartist convention. After he failed to leave his apartment for two weeks, a team was sent in to investigate. Zorkin's corpse was discovered on the floor of his apartment. His head was suspended ~0.8m above the ground, partially supporting his dangling body. Signs of struggle were present, along with severe trauma to Zorkin's neck. Despite this, an autopsy found dehydration to be the primary cause of death. A sketchbook was found on Zorkin's desk, containing unfinished sketches, newspaper clippings3, and short handwritten notes. Examples can be found in the following table: Page Sketch Subject Clipping Note 1 A meadow "one-note" "Next time will be better" 7 A woman holding a baby "hollow" "Why don't they get it?" 17 An abstract collection of shapes "missing something" "Nothing works" 18 Blank None "They have to see it the way I do" Footnotes 1. Other body parts are able to be removed, and have been determined to be non-anomalous. 2. The paint was recovered from a nearby container that had been overturned. An agent at the scene noted that it looked as if Zorkin had tripped over it. 3. Determined to be from the Art section of The Daily Star, a local newspaper. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7136" by DrSekora, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7136. Licensed under CC-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-7137 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7137: Super Concealed Paper Author: Matthgeek Many thanks to the entire Discord Crit Team, especially scalykitty and AnoraK! Item #: 7137 Special Containment Procedures: Information concerning SCP-7137 is only available to personnel directly authorized by Director Arnold Carts. SCP-7137 is to be located as soon possible. Upon recovery, its anomalous effects are to be neutralized and the non-anomalous result is to be delivered to Director Carts. Description: SCP-7137 is five pieces of paper stapled together. On the first page are the words: "Research Site-73 Quarterly Report". It is impossible to retain memories of SCP-7137 or its contents after breaking physical contact. Information concerning the anomaly acquired from other sources is unaffected. Discovery: See Incident 7137-1. Addenda: Incident 7137-1: On 7/15/2023, the department heads of Research Site-73 met for the quarterly site status evaluation. During this meeting, SCP-7137 spontaneously manifested anomalous properties, through no fault of any personnel present. <Begin Log> Site Director Carts: Alright. Thank you, Jonson, for the update on our enginetics research. Next on the agenda we've got Doctor Mathias, head of the Applied Antimeme Research Group, with a report on what the boys in AARG have been up to. Research Head Renalds: I was under the impression that there is no antimemetics division? Dr. Mathias: Ah, yes. That would be our mistake. Last month, we unintentionally attached a viral antimeme to the concept of antimemetics research. Until we fix that, anyone not on mnestics are going to have a tough time remembering us. But I'm sure we'll sort it out soon! For those who can't remember, my name's Mathias, but I mostly go by Math. If I have a last name, I can't remember. Not since- Carts: (interrupting) I can confirm that AARG is a legitimate research group. Doctor Mathias, please proceed. Mathias: Alrighty! So, currently we've been working on creating antimemes which can easily be applied to an object. For instance, this pen here… Renalds: (interrupting) What pen? Mathias: Exactly! Everyone who observes it is exposed to an antimeme, making it impossible to observe or remember. Currently, we're looking at potential uses for this in the information sector. Imagine how useful it would be to control who can remember a certain SCP entry! Carts: Very nice, Mathias. How is this effect created? Mathias: Well, it's a bit complicated, involving semantic links and such, but it boils down to this ink stamp I have here. Just stamp something with this, and you can't remember anything about the object, even its location, unless you're holding it. Any memories from before the application remain, of course. Carts: And would people be aware of their missing memories? Mathias: Not unless someone else made them aware of the gaps. Once we printed out a Wikipedia- Carts: (interrupting) Interesting. Could you use it on this report? As an example? Mathias: Absolutely! If you could just pass it over. (Approximately five seconds of shuffling as the paper is passed down the table. Research Head Marlin: Here you are… Mathias: It's Math. Research Head Marlin: Right, Math! With weapons research? Mathias: Yeah, sure. Let's go with that. (Doctor Mathias stamps the report with an audible thump.) Mathias: There we are! Now, as you can see, or rather not see, it's impossible to remember this without holding it. And as soon as I let go… Now even I can't remember where it is or what was on it, and I'm on enough mnestics to remember the first time I walked! Carts: Perfect. Now, if you could just pass it back. Mathias: Oh, uh… Carts: Mathias? Mathias: One second. If everyone could just feel around and see if you can find the paper, that'd be great. (Approximately three seconds of drumming as all present pat the table.) Carts: Anyone? Mathias: I suppose it could have fallen to the floor. Carts: Then check the floor! (Chairs scrape as the participants get on the ground and run their hands across the floor.) Mathias: What was it, anyway? Carts: I'm not sure how relevant that is right now. Mathias: I mean, is it really important enough to be crawling around on the ground for? Carts: (Incomprehensible.) Mathias: Huh? Carts: (sighs) It was the quarterly report to the Overseer Council. Finance Director Ward: It was what? Carts: I thought it would be a good way to show the O5s a practical application of the research we do here! Ward: Oh, of course. That makes perfect sense! And I suppose it had nothing to do with covering up some of those so-called "mistakes" in the site budget? Carts: That is completely out of line! I already explained that it was an error in the tax software! Research Head Jonson: Calm down! Arguing isn't going to do anything. Carts, can't you just send them another copy? Carts: Do you think I'd be scrambling around on the floor if I had another copy? (Approximately ten minutes of unproductive accusations and arguments expunged.) <End Log> + Archived Email Collection 7137-2 - Archived Email Collection 7137-2 To: [unrecognized]@aarg.SCiP.net From: ten.PiCS.37|straca#ten.PiCS.37|straca Subject: lost report Math, I'd like to apologize for the accusations I made during the last meeting. Losing the report was not entirely your fault, but rather came from mistakes made by various parties, and I take full responsibility for failing to prevent this from occurring. To locate the report, I've classified it as SCP-7137 and will be mobilizing Site-73's MTF to "contain" it. As our resident antimeme expert, I would like you to take charge of this. Of course, you understand how bad things would look for all of Site-73 if the O5s find out about this. Therefore, I'm going to keep all information about this on a need-to-know basis. Sincerly, Arnold Carts To: ten.PiCS.37|straca#ten.PiCS.37|straca From: [unrecognized]@aarg.SCiP.net Subject: re:lost report Alright, I can do my best. Would we be able to put the MTF on mnestics for this? Otherwise, it may be a bit difficult for them to locate the report. Or remember me, for that matter. Regards, Doctor Mathias To: [unrecognized]@aarg.SCiP.net From: ten.PiCS.37|straca#ten.PiCS.37|straca Subject: re:re:lost report I'm afraid staying under the radar means I can't just issue a requisition order. The best I can do is some expired class-x mnestics that the dispensary hasn't thrown out yet. Would that work? Director Arnold Carts, Research Site-73 To: ten.PiCS.37|straca#ten.PiCS.37|straca From: [unrecognized]@aarg.SCiP.net Subject: re:re:re:lost report Not unless you want the MTF to develop telepathy. Regards, Doctor Mathias To: [unrecognized]@aarg.SCiP.net From: ten.PiCS.37|straca#ten.PiCS.37|straca Subject: re:re:re:re:lost report Then I guess you'll have to do without. I expect this taken care of within a week. There's only so much I can do to delay the O5s. Director Arnold Carts, Research Site-73 - Archived Email Collection 7137-2 Incident 7137-2: At 17:35, Researcher Poe called Site Director Carts, claiming to have an "urgent, very very important matter" to discuss. <Begin call at 17:35> Researcher Poe: Hello? Is this Carts? Site Director Carts: This is Site Director Carts. I'm about to leave for the day, what do you need? Researcher Poe: I found something I thought you should have. It's right… wait a sec. Site Director Carts: Look, I don't have all day. What is it? Researcher Poe: Um, well, I'm pretty sure I put it down right next to me. Site Director Carts: Uh-huh. Well, if you find it, let me know. And if you don't want to be written up, make sure the next time you call a director, it's actually important. <Call terminated at 17:37> MTF AFTER ACTION REPORT 7137-3: Following the events of Phone Call Transcript 7137-3, Doctor Mathias ordered a lockdown of the area surrounding Researcher Poe. After Doctor Mathias briefed the team and provided a scanner capable of detecting antimemetic effects, a portion of the specialized Mobile Task Force Gamma-15 "Bench Warmers" was deployed to locate the SCP. <Begin Log> (The MTF body cam footage shows Gamma-15 in the staging area, preparing to enter the locked down area of the facility. Doctor Mathias and Director Carts are also present following the briefing.) Technician Miles: Alright, body cams are up and running. Audio seems good too. Doctor Mathias: -searching for an antimemetic object, so it might be hard to keep track of. Just remember to grab whatever sets off this scanner. Remember that, okay? If this device starts beeping, take it. CHARLIE: Gotcha, Doctor… sorry, I don't think I caught your name. Mathias: (sighs) It's alright. Just call me Math. Can you repeat the instructions back to me? CHARLIE: We're looking for… something. If the scanner goes off, bring it back here. Mathias: That's probably as good as we'll get. Director, do you have anything to say? Site Director Carts: Not much. This seems like a fine bunch. Charlie, you and your team have a very important task and I'm counting on you to take care of this. Can you do it? CHARLIE: Yessir. BAEZ: Question, sir. Carts: Yes? (BAEZ points to Doctor Mathias.) BAEZ: Who's he? Carts: Don't worry about it. Focus on the job at hand. Got it? (BAEZ nods. Doctor Mathias shakes his head and walks away. Site Director Carts follows.) CHARLIE: Alright, we're good to go. Stand by to enter lockdown zone. All units, sound off. BAEZ: One. VICKY: Two. LANCE: Three. CHARLIE: And four. Audio is a go, visual is a go. Right. Our objective is to use whatever this is (CHARLIE holds up the antimeme scanner) to locate a skip. Wish they'd briefed us on what it is, but we'll manage. (A sigh from Doctor Mathias is audible through the radio.) VICKY: Did you hear that? CHARLIE: Stay focused, Vick. Baez, open the door. Lance, take point. (BAEZ kicks open the door and LANCE advances, securing the other side.) LANCE: Clear! CHARLIE: Scanner's not doing anything right now. Move up! (For about five minutes, the team sweeps the locked down area. The scanner then begins to indicate the presence of strong antimemetic influences.) CHARLIE: Whoa! We've got something making this thing go wild! Spread out and get ready for contact. (VICKY opens the door to a supply closet and finds a janitor - later identified as Clark Edwards, a retired MTF operative - emptying out a vacuum cleaner. Due to the secrecy surrounding the operation, Janitor Edwards had not been notified that an MTF would be conducting a sweep of the area.) VICKY: Found someone! (The scanner's antimeme levels increase drastically.) CHARLIE: Stay back! They're either the skip itself or standing right on top of it. Janitor Edwards: Hey! Who are you guys? CHARLIE: Quiet! Get on the floor and raise your hands above your head! Edwards: Like heck I will! You're Chaos Insurgency, aren't you? CHARLIE: Lance, Baez, carefully approach the skip and restrain it. Mathias (over radio): What are you doing? You're looking for a piece of paper, not a janitor! LANCE: Anyone else hear that? Our comms have been compromised! CHARLIE: It could be an effect of the skip. Shut down your radios, just in case. Dr. Mathias (over radio): No! I'm Dr. Math! You can't remember me because- BAEZ: Radios off, sir. CHARLIE: Proceed with containment. Edwards: You scum aren't taking me that easily! Long live the Foundation! (Janitor Edwards grabs the closet door and slams it shut. VICKY tries to open it.) VICKY: It's locked. CHARLIE: Right, prepare a breaching charge. (Dr. Mathias enters from an adjacent hallway, panting.) Mathias: Got… here… as fast as I… could. (The scanner registers Dr. Mathias' high level of antimeme exposure.) CHARLIE: There's another one! Baez, look out! Mathias: What? No… I can… explain. Just… gotta catch… my breath. LANCE: Get on the ground! Now! CHARLIE: Lance, bag it. Baez, get working on the door. Mathias: I am a Foundation scientist! LANCE: He's got a badge, sir. CHARLIE: Look. We're supposed to grab whatever sets this thingy off. He's setting it off. So bag him! BAEZ: Charge set! CHARLIE: Prepare for engagement! (LANCE forces Math to the ground and applies restraints while CHARLIE, VICKY, and BAEZ take positions outside the closet. The charge is detonated, and the door falls to the floor. Janitor Edwards has equipped himself with a broom and a bucket helmet.) Edwards: Come get some! (Edwards strikes VICKY with the broom, but is restrained by CHARLIE and BAEZ and disarmed.) CHARLIE: Looks like the scanner's picking up something from that trash can. Grab that as well, and let's head back. Edwards: You'll never make it out of here alive! CHARLIE: And someone gag him. (With all sources of antimemetic effects secured, Gamma-15 returned to the staging area, where they are met by Site Director Carts.) Carts: Ah, Charlie! How was the mission? Mathias: I'll be honest, director, it could have gone better. (Site Director Carts looks behind CHARLIE and notices Doctor Mathias and Janitor Edwards.) Carts: Why is Doctor Mathias tied up with a janitor? What happened in there? VICKY: Sir, is this man actually a member of the Foundation? Carts: Yes. And what a credit he is. Can't even keep a bunch of grunts in line. (VICKY removes Doctor Mathias' restraints. Doctor Mathias then begins to rummage through the garbage can Gamma-15 retrieved.) Mathias: C'mon, I know you're in here somewhere- Aha! (Doctor Mathias brandishes a hand apparently holding nothing.) Carts: Great, and now he's insane. Mathias: If you could wait just a second, I'll cross out the stamp… (Mathias retrieves a pen and makes a series of marks in the air above his hand. SCP-7137 becomes visible.) Mathias: The janitor must have swept it up and emptied it into the trashcan. (Site Director Carts snatches SCP-7137 from Doctor Mathias.) Carts: I see, I see. Well then, taking this into consideration, I guess I'll let this fiasco with the MTF slide. (Doctor Mathias opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted when CHARLIE steps forward.) CHARLIE: Sir! Carts: What is it? CHARLIE: Permission to retire and debrief, sir. Carts: Yes, yes, of course. Excellent work today. BAEZ: And the janitor, sir? Carts: Hm? Oh, you can just let him go. (Janitor Edwards is released and Gamma-15 departs for a post-mission debrief. As they leave, the microphones detect a fragment of conversation.) Carts: …And once I delete the SCP file, everything will be taken care of. The O5s will be none the wiser… <End Log> + Administrative Notice 7137-O5 - Administrative Notice 7137-O5 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL All files pertaining to SCP-7137 have been seized pending an investigation into alleged mishandling of Foundation resources. Unauthorized deletion is forbidden. 7137 - Administrative Notice 7137-O5 |
SCP-7138 | apollyon | close Info X SCP-7138: TITLE Author: Matthgeek Many thanks to the entire Discord Crit Team and everyone who stuck with my floundering idea and draft, especially Coccolithophor and scalykitty Item #: SCP-7138 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7138 will be stored in a temporary containment room until further notice. All interactions with SCP-7138 must be approved and supervised by Dr. Montgomery. Description: SCP-7138 is a 1 square meter canvas covered in magenta paint of various shades. Discovery: SCP-7138 came to the Foundation’s attention during an investigation into the deaths of several suspected members of AWCY (designated subjects 7138-A through C) during a "twenty-four-hour art contest". Supplementary Documents: + Meeting Transcript 7138-1 - Close Transcript Dr. Montgomery: Howdy, Carl. You wanted to see me? Director Carl Blanden: Yes, have a seat. Dr. Montgomery: So what do you need? Director Carl Blanden: I’ve got something for you. An SCP that just got picked up. Dr. Montgomery: What is it? Director Carl Blanden: It’s a painting, I think. Dr. Montgomery: You think? Director Carl Blanden: Well, it’s from those weird artists… Are We Cool Yet? or whatever they call themselves. To me, it’s just a bunch of magenta paint slopped on a canvas. Dr. Montgomery: I see. And what anomalous properties does it possess? Director Carl Blanden: It's killed three people by triggering self-mutilation. Dr. Montgomery: [whistles] Well, that certainly seems anomalous enough. How'd you get it? Director Carl Blanden: An MTF found it outside of an apartment where three artists had gouged out their eyes. By the time they got there, two were already dead from blood loss. The third died in custody a few hours later. Dr. Montgomery: Just the eyes, you say? Director Carl Blanden: Yep. The reports should show up in your inbox shortly. [A chair scrapes as it is pushed back.] Dr. Montgomery: Well, it should be pretty simple. Most likely there’s just some kind of memetic agent encoded in the image. Director Carl Blanden: Thank you. I’ll expect a report shortly. - Close Transcript A newer version of this document has been detected. VIEW NEXT ITERATION |
SCP-7139 | euclid | DrowningDutchman It is I Dutch. I have written more stuff! DrowningDutchman Item#: 7139 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All files within the scope of SCP-7139, currently SCP-7139-1 through SCP-7139-7, are to be kept on a secure storage drive in a standard anomalous items containment locker inside Site-25. During testing the storage drive containing the SCP-7139 files is never to be used with computers or printers connected to the internet or the Foundation network in any form to prevent SCP-7139 from proliferating back onto the internet. Description: SCP-7139 refers to a .zip file1 that contains seven .stl files2. The .zip file was found being advertised on multiple .stl hub websites as 'Good prints for beginners and experts!' and 'A fun collection of trinkets!'. There does not seem to be a specific theme to the files themselves, or the anomalous characteristics exhibited by the files when printed. When loaded into a 'slicer'3 and printed on any 3D printer the successful prints start exhibiting their anomalous characteristics up to two hours after being completed. The anomalous behavior varies between the files but always seems thematically appropriate for the object printed. The models do not seem to exhibit any anomalous characteristics if they are edited or opened in any 3D modeling program. The following files are currently known to be part of SCP-7139: Designation Title Description Anomalous Characteristic SCP-7139-1 Cattuette A 10cm tall 'Maneki-Neko4' statuette When placed on a shelf next to another object it will occasionally knock the other object off of the shelf. No specific timeframe has been found for this effect. SCP-7139-2 Die Time An Icosahedron5 die When rolled this die occasionally doesn't stop rolling on its own and will continue until picked up. SCP-7139-3 Sub-Woofer A 10cm tall dog statuette A Barking sound gets emitted from the object after the sound of a doorbell is played. SCP-7139-4 My Heart belongs to you a small anatomically correct heart-shaped keychain. The heart beats for 20 minutes at a time every 5 hours. SCP-7139-5 Flight of the bumblebee A small low-poly6bumblebee Can take small flights. Note: The ability of SCP-7139-5 to fly seems to be tied to the size it is printed at. SCP-7139-6 Summertime Sadness A life-size soft-serve ice cream cone The ice cream melts over the course of 8 hours SCP-7139-7 Snek A 30cm long articulated snake The snake slithers in place at random intervals for 5 minutes at a time. SCP-7139 has been connected to a member of GOI 58697 'Jonathan Kirby'8 who has been taken in for interrogation after SCP-7139 was discovered and secured by the foundation. Kirby has been taken in under the guise of drug charges by 5 assembled members of MTF Iota-10. The arrest log and the interview with Mr. Kirby will be supplied in the related documents section of this entry. SCP-7139 was discovered by personnel monitoring online reports of possible anomalies. When the team came across SCP-7139 it had already been distributed to approximately 100 people. The files were traced and deleted off of devices of unauthorized peoples and transferred to a secure drive. All instances where SCP-7139 had been distributed have been examined to evaluate the best way to properly amnestize the people that had downloaded the files. This has been achieved by sending e-mails containing images with amnestic and anti-memetic properties that were deleted upon viewing by the subject. The monitoring for anomalous activity related to SCP-7139 was suspended after a year post retrieval. Related Documents Incident Report 7139 Close Report Online Incident #14452 Discovery report of Online Anomaly Subject .STL files flagged as possibly anomalous Researcher/agent Agent J. Andersson Date of Discovery 18-04-2021 Incident Some files uploaded to a popular 3D printing file sharing hub website were flagged as possibly anomalous by Foundation A.I. searching the internet for possible anomalous files, events, and other online incidents. The files were quickly taken offline by Foundation Online monitoring personnel. The files had been downloaded approximately 100 times by people around the world. Foundation Online monitoring scrubbed computers connected to the internet that had visited the page the files were distributed from and all people who downloaded the files have been contacted and given amnestics to prevent the further dissemination of information. The page will continue to be monitored for activity and the possible re-emergence of the file. NOTICE PERTAINING TO THE ABOVE INVESTIGATION. Date: 20-04-2022 The above-mentioned webpage has been monitored for a year with no further anomalous activity showing. The Account that posted the files has been deleted from the website as it was linked to GOI-5869. Since neither the account that posted the files nor the files themselves have returned, the observation of the website will be suspended. — Agent J. Andersson Close Report Arrest Log 7139-α Close Arrest Log Official Arrest Log 7139-α PoI Jonathan Kirby aka. PinkPieceofShit GoI 5869 - Gamers Against Weed MTF Team MTF Iota-10 Involved Agents G. Kyles, D. Martinsen, E. Walters, G. Walsh, M. Singh. Date 28-10-2022 Time 12:00 Summary: The following is a document detailing the arrest of Mr. Jonathan Kirby, a person of interest involved with GoI 5869. The arrest consisted of 4 agents to arrest Mr. Kirby and 1 driver to keep the retrieval of Mr. Kirby as effective as possible. The Agents of MTF Iota-10 were sent to retrieve Mr. Kirby at 12:00. Kirby was retrieved at 12:14. Singh: Well we're here, but it looks like he just went inside so we wait until he comes out. Walters: Wait, why can't we go inside? Singh: Orders. Also, since he's with the Gamers he's probably dangerous. Walsh: Never got that? they're pretty powerful and they're just here to what? Make memes and shitposts? Could use those god powers for other things… <pause> Kyles: Dude what the fuck? I get what you mean, but do you want them to- Walsh: No, I do not want them to actually do that. Martinsen: This is not a discussion to be held now, talk about your weird power fantasies later or some shit. Just be happy these people are relatively harmless. Singh: They're still dangerous, Don't underestimate these people. <log continues as Kirby comes outside> Singh: Let's get rolling there he is. Walsh: The skinny guy in the shorts? really? Can't im- Singh: Just get out Walsh and do your fucking job. Body cam footage shows Agents Walsh, Martinsen, Kyles, and Walters getting out of the van weapons drawn. Walters: Jonathan Kirby! Hands in the air! Drop what you're holding and don't resist! Agents Walsh and Martinsen can be seen going around motioning people away and keeping their weapons on Kirby. Kirby at this time is seen turning around towards the yelling, looking outwardly confused, dropping the bag he was holding and putting his hands up. Agent Walters advances on Kirby quickly. Kirby: What's go- Walters grabs one of Kirby's arms and quickly pulls him to the ground. Holstering his weapon again as he puts his knee on the man's back. Walters then Handcuffs the man. Kirby: OU- WHAT THE FUCK Walters:Shut up, you're being arrested on suspicion of the Production and Supply of Drugs. You're coming with us for interrogation. Kirby: THAT MAKES NO FU- Walters: Shut your mouth! stand up. Walters gets his knee out of Kirby's back and pulls him to his feet escorting him to the van, the other members following them. Kirby: THIS IS BULLS- Walters: Be quiet! You're not going anywhere. Kyles opens the side door to the van and Walters loads Kirby in the back. Kyles, Martinsen and Walsh also get in the back, Walsh knocks on the divide to signal they can go. Kirby: My fucking face hurts what the fuck, I didn't make and I don't talk to cops. Walters: You're in our custody for distributing anomalous items over the internet. You're in custody of the SCP Foundation. Kirby: You smacked my face into the pavement for THIS? Walters: Yes, these are serious charges. You're being taken in for questioning. Kirby: Couldn't have come up with something more original than drug charges? Walters: Shut up. <End log 12:15> Close Arrest Log Interview Log SCP-7139-INTVW-1 Close Interview Log Interviewed: Jonathan Kirby aka. PinkPieceofShit, known member of GoI 5869. Interviewer: Dr. Frederik Warner, lead researcher of inanimate anomalous objects at Site-25. Observed by Dr. Marianne Fischer. Foreword: Interview was conducted on 28-10-2022 after the suspect was secured by 5 members of MTF Ιota-10 who worked in close proximity to where Mister Kirby lived. The suspect was secured outside of a local fast food establishment <Interview start: 28-10-2022 - 15:27> Dr. Warner: This is Doctor Warner, Inanimate Anomalous Items Researcher at Site-25. Overseeing the interrogation of Jonathan Kirby alias: PinkPieceofShit Kirby [interrupting Dr.Warner]: You actually said it! Amazing! I knew the username was about to pay off sometime! Dr. Warner: This is the preliminary investigation in the case of SCP-7139. Please state your full name and relevant information for the record, please. Kirby: FULL name? Sure, Jonathan Franklin Ferdinand Andreas Nicholas Kirby. 25 years old and pissed off that you people fucking yoinked me when I was getting food! I just wanted a shitty hamburger and now both the burger and the money have gone to waste. Dr. Warner: Please take this seriously Mister Kirby. Kirby: You let me wait for like three hours! I just want to go home and sleep. I've been up all night and now I'm here AND you pretended to arrest me on drug charges. That better not fucking show up anywhere. Also, I could be your fucking grandson and here you are calling me mister. Dr. Warner: Do I have to remind you you're currently in the custody of t- Kirby: The Foundation? Yeah, I know. Your lackeys told me and you're late to the party, I have the UN on my ass every now and then. Dr. Warner: Behave yourself, it's a wonder you're even alive if the GOC is after you. However, we have to figure out why these files behave like this. Kirby: WAIT, this is about the files? Those were taken offline mysteriously like…a year and a half ago! You work slow as shit dudes. This is only getting better and better. Dr. Warner: Well, then you won't mind explaining how they work. Kirby: Nice try, a magician never reveals their secrets! I'm just a perpetually online nerd who can do some funny things. Dr. Warner: I take it your live-in boyfriend doesn't know about your perpetually online activities then. Kirby: Fuck off. You tell me how you'd explain: Hey babe I'm being monitored by the UN because I can do magic. Don't drag him into this. Dr. Warner: They're monitoring you? Kirby: You don't know? I thought you had direct links to each other or some shit. Guess I have no idea how life works then. Dr. Warner: That doesn't answer my question. Kirby: I don't want to answer the question. I am not supposed to show any official documentation to anyone who can not identify themselves as part of the UNGOC and since we're in this boring ass interrogation room with a distinct lack of pentagrams, I'd say you're not with them. Dr. Warner: You could have seriously affected the veil with this stunt, you know that right? And you're not complying with this investigation. Kirby: Yeah? And? The worst possible thing is people get a statue that knocks something off their shelf or a die that just keeps going. It's really not that big of a deal and I am complying, just not with you. Dr. Warner: If the file finds an internet connection it immediately uploads back to the hub website. Kirby: That's a simple auto-upload script? I thought you people were supposed to be smart. Dr. Warner: How many of these files are there? Kirby: I was working on number eight and then it disappeared so I didn't bother. Dr. Warner: This is going nowhere, I'm ending the interview Kirby: You better fucking let me go home and get me a hamburger. Dr.Warner: Before we let you go we have to make sure you're not going to pose a threat to the veil more so than you already did. Kirby: As long as you don't make it take too long. <End interview 28-10-2022 15:40> End Note: Kirby was kept in custody until confirmation was received by the GOC on his status. He is to be monitored for more of his online activity, this is to be done by the GOC as they're already monitoring him. Kirby was released back to the location he was picked up from at 17:50. Kirby was administered Class-A Amnestics before being released back to the public. Kirby's computers were replaced with bugged equipment to keep track of files he uploads to intercept other anomalous files. Close Interview Log Footnotes 1. A file in which documents are compressed to save on file size. 2. A 3D-object file 3. A program that divides 3D objects into layers and writes them into a code that tells a 3D printer to print the object. 4. A Japanese cat figure that is supposed to bring its owner good fortune 5. A polyhedral shape with 20 sides. 6. made up of less polygons, reminiscent of older 3D video games 7. Gamers Against Weed 8. Mainly known by his online handle: PinkPieceofShit ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7139" by DrowningDutchman, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7139. Licensed under CC-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-7140 | keter | BY ORDER OF THE SCP FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF APPLIED ESOTERICISM The following document describes a Blavatsky-class hypersigil and is level 5/7140 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7140 Item#: 7140 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: abaddon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Does the Black Moon howl? It howls in remorse, when the song it sings ends the world. Above: JTF Theta-Mendes-7140 surveilling the Himalayas. Special Containment Procedures: The SCP Foundation, United Nations Global Occult Coalition, Republic of India, Federal Democratic Republic of Nepal, and People’s Republic of China have signed the Treaty of Everest to establish indefinite and reliable containment of SCP-7140. It stipulates the following initiatives be carried out to address the object: 1. Every year from the first (1st) to the eighth (8th) of July, the Foundation is to work with all members of the treaty to entirely prohibit entry into the Himalayan Mountains. A suitable cover story pertaining to the prevalence of deadly avalanches at that time is to be created and disseminated by the aforementioned parties.1 2. An annually assembled joint task force, JTF Theta-Mendes-7140 (“Seventh Spear”), composed of at least one-thousand (1,000) available troops sourced from combat-capable Mobile Task Forces (MTFs) and at least two-thousand (2,000) troops sourced from the PHYSICS division of the GOC is to be stationed at the base of the Himalayas for the 192 hours during which the above protocol is active. During this time, all members of GoI-Αlpha-19 (“Serpent’s Hand”) and GoI-231 (“Children of the Scarlet King”) detected by Theta-Mendes-7140 within their area of occupation are to represent security breaches of the highest priority and be terminated on sight. Description: SCP-7140 is a seven (7)-day (168-hour) long ritual performance of Russian composer Aleksandr Scriabin’s Mysterium. Though a famously unfinished composition according to mainstream belief, the complete composition of SCP-7140 achieves its complete length by repetitive application of compositional elements from the publicly-known Mysterium piece, throughout them extensively integrating other artistic, religious, and ritual demonstrations that cannot be definitively located as belonging to any singular historical source2. The Mysterium has been described as a synesthetic piece, able to induce a multi-sensory experience by use of music, and also including visual performances alongside thaumatological ritual elements. Above: Aleksandr Nikolayevich Scriabin. Scriabin’s esoteric spiritual and philosophical view, similar to Theosophy, is known to have influenced his compositions. A link between these esoteric beliefs and the ritual nature of SCP-7140 is exceedingly likely. Extensive thaumaturgic working and collusion with pluripotent or theological entities to aid in the process of SCP-7140's composition would likely have been necessary to achieve its degree of potency. SCP-7140's anomalous ability derives from human artistic and theological conceptual attribution within the noosphere, and is therefore reliant upon several concepts invented and imagined by humankind. As such, the finished Mysterium composition has been designated a dormant Blavatsky-class Hypersigil3 of type-IX eschatological severity by the research head for SCP-7140 with approval of the chairs of Foundation departments of Applied Esotericism, Psychology and Parapsychology, and Memetics and Countermemetics. NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF TEMPORAL ANOMALIES Much of the following information pertaining to the chronological events and effects of SCP-7140 originates from the doomed alternate universe hereafter classified AU-7140-UK as per statement 3.1 of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement, an inter-universal concord that ensures all documents containing information relevant to an irreparable K-class scenario in any given alternate Foundation’s universe be autonomously transmitted to all other coalition members for cautionary and informative purposes. Secure the Past. Contain the Present. Protect the Future. To be properly executed, SCP-7140 is to be initiated and completed at the base of the Himalayan mountains, beginning on the seventh (7th) of July4. The beginning of the performance produces an immensely powerful5 class-delta telepathic signal, contacting all sentient and non-sentient life on Earth and compelling them, in what has been described as a spiritual or religious experience, to make an immediate "pilgrimage" to the site at which SCP-7140 is being performed. Non-sapient lifeforms, including even those without rudimentary external awareness such as plants and fungi, assume an unknown elevated state of consciousness as to obtain sapience and be affected by SCP-7140's compulsion. Entities occupying any Earth-adjacent metaspatial dimensionality within a 5.4 Hume variance range (HVR) of baseline reality are also compelled by SCP-7140, and will make all attempts possible to exit their current dimension and reach the site of SCP-7140 on Earth. During performing of the anomaly, SCP-7140 allegedly induces a distinct astrocorporealization6 in those who witness it, a common theory among the Foundation of AU-7140-UK being that the piece overstimulates every sensory mode of human perception to the point of forcing one’s spirit out of the body through astral projection. Execution of the entire piece involves (among other elements) dances, a precession, the burning of incense, mass distribution of psychedelic substances, displays of multicolored light by use of a system of reflective prisms, and a variety of illusions. Of the performance itself, Scriabin wrote: "There will not be a single spectator. All will be participants. The work requires special people, special artists and a completely new culture. The cast of performers includes an orchestra, a large mixed choir, an instrument with visual effects, dancers, a procession, incense, and rhythmic textural articulation. The cathedral in which it will take place will not be of one single type of stone but will continually change with the atmosphere and motion of the Mysterium. This will be done with the aid of mists and lights, which will modify the architectural contours." If SCP-7140 remains uninterrupted for the entirety of its execution, its impact upon local and existential reality will continually increase in severity. As documented by its SCP Foundation, events in AU-7140-UK caused by the continued performance of SCP-7140 progressed in the following order when it was performed. Note that this timeline pertains to the context of AU-7140-UK and would likely not transpire in an identical manner were SCP-7140 to be initiated in the prime timeline. Time from Initiation of SCP-7140 Event ~10 minutes All conscious lifeforms on Earth and adjacent dimensions are simultaneously made aware of the existence and location of the SCP-7140 ritual within the unconscious mind. Despite cognitive difficulties with consciously associating this revelation with a literal event at first, affected entities unfailingly conclude that they must make a pilgrimage to the site of SCP-7140 within minutes of this effect’s initial onset, almost certainly initiating a BK-Class “Broken Masquerade” Scenario. ~30 minutes Hume (ξ) level of Earth and the surrounding area within a radius of approximately 0.67 light-years begins to steadily climb throughout the duration of SCP-7140, reaching a climax of around 500% in excess of normal levels. 24 hours Manifestations of extradimensional phenomena within baseline reality reach unprecedented length, frequency, and clarity. 32 hours Ambient Akiva radiation present on all Akiva-sensitive areas (or “holy sites”) on the planet rapidly increases to unnatural levels over the course of around 6 hours starting at this time, before abruptly shooting downwards to near-zero for the duration of SCP-7140. Over the coming days, anomalous phenomena destroy several of these sites by apparent overwhelming force majeure. The noospheric and physical influence of theological memeplexes7 worshiped by humanity weakens continuously as this process continues. 65 hours Beginning at this time, numerous unprecedented geographical changes occur within a short amount of time, most of them occurring within 48 hours or less. The sudden rising of most of the Zealandian continental crust to above sea level at approx. 68 hours displaces an immense amount of water in the oceans, as does the sudden emergence of two large landmasses shortly thereafter: one in the mid-pacific ocean at ~75 hours, and one in the Arctic Ocean near the north pole at ~81 hours. Starting at this time and until the conclusion of SCP-7140, several new islands emerge from under the sea, some existing ones sink or are destroyed, and the position of several existing islands and continents is shifted. Overall, for the duration of these events, significant natural disasters including volcanic and tectonic activity, flooding, and tsunamis severely impact almost all islands and low-lying coastal areas on the planet. 70 hours A remarkably destructive series of volcanic eruptions causes a blanket of ash to block sunlight from reaching the Earth. 90 hours Several operatives of GoI-231 (“Children of the Scarlet King”) vanish through unknown means; anomalous spatial and/or metaspatial displacement likely. 120 hours Through unknown means, SCP-140 achieves full chronological completion and breaches into the present moment. 144 hours SCP-001-LILY is triggered, initiating an event known as the “Final Day of Flowers”.8 150 hours According to on-site AIC9 records, an estimated 90% of contained sapient and sentient anomalies have breached containment in an attempt to reach the site of SCP-7140. 157 hours The human noosphere and the regions of physical spacetime to which it is associated (namely all human-inhabited regions on the planet) cease to exist individually, fully merging into a composite pocket dimension in which the gap between consciousness and matter is fully reconciled and the cognitron10 can directly interact with physical particles before first undergoing psiogenesis.11 168 hours The eschaton occurs in full, triggering a UK-Class “End of Universe” scenario. Addendum 7140.1: Discovery The existence of SCP-7140 first came to the attention of the Foundation following the 1962 Alexandria incident12, references to it being noted among the immense collection of esoteric scripture that was brought back to Reliquary Area-27 when the incident’s aftermath necessitated the immediate evacuation of all SCP Personnel out of the Wanderer’s Library. Among the recovered texts are several grimoires, written in the Old Daevite language, which contain instructions on performing SCP-7140 and the consequences thereof. Said texts cannot be identified as originating from any definite point in time and possess multiple incongruent temporal signatures from greatly disparate eras, notably appearing to be at least eight-hundred (800) years old upon physical analysis yet directly citing the Mysterium itself — supposedly left unfinished upon Scriabin’s death in 1915, a clear anachronism. A common thread between most texts recovered from the 1962 Alexandria incident, particularly those which reference SCP-7140, is a frequent association of SCP-001-TUFTO and associated divine entities with apocryphal, eschatological, infernal, and otherwise fringe abrahamic symbolism — particularly those abrahamic symbols with connections to the biblical Revelation or “End Times”. Above: Illustration from A Crimson Khan descends on Rome, an allegedly prophetic text authored by a 13th Century AD Venetian monk following waves of panic surrounding the then-recent Mongol invasions of Asia and Europe during the Fourth Occult War. Prophecy found as part of an anthology within the Ninth Tome of Apocryphal Visions, a text recovered from the Wanderer's Library. Many later occult texts with mentions of SCP-001-TUFTO that are known to originate from the Wanderer’s Library, such as those obtained from the Global Occult Coalition following their raids on the Serpent’s Hand13, seem concurrent with the Alexandria incident texts in their portrayals of the Scarlet King and the symbols of its worship. This evidence seems to strongly suggest that the ways in which the Library specifically portrays SCP-001-TUFTO are somehow unique and further implies an unknown connection between the Serpent’s Hand and Children of the Scarlet King. Following discovery by the Foundation, containment protocols within the Himalayan area were temporarily imposed while additional research could be conducted. Though this research proved relatively unfruitful, the dissemination of documents from AU-7140-UK in 1994 enlightened the Foundation to the truth of SCP-7140's existence and its true dangers. Shortly thereafter, a treaty to establish intensified defense measures in the area was ratified. This agreement, the Treaty of Everest, remains in use to this day and has thusfar proven effective in disarming any third party attempts to initiate SCP-7140. Addendum 7140.2: Recovered Documents The following incomplete set of recovered texts, understood to be written by Scriabin himself, detail the precise mechanics of SCP-7140 and the circumstances of its creation with reasonable accuracy. The documents are written in a mix of Russian, Ancient Greek, Enochian, Atlantean, and Old Daevite and encoded by use of a complex cryptomantic cipher that has yet to be fully cracked. Despite years of collaborative effort between the Foundation and the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology on breaking this thaumaturgic cipher, the following transcription is not currently fully translated. Completely untranslated phrases will be expunged, and words or phrases with more unreliable translations will be marked with an asterisk (*) for clarity. 2nd November, 1903 Magic is a thing of innumerable swirling thoughts, dreams, and probabilities. But for all its cosmic impossibilities and inconsistencies, magic is also a thing of the Fates. It is inevitable. It was a thing of the Fates that compelled my soul to a new aim. A final and magnificent expression of rebirth — an exaltation of the immortal spirit’s divinely-inspired myriad arcane awarenesses* and ecstasies. My final piece will be of these, as they have inspired me. The Secret Doctrine teaches that throughout the entire duration of intelligent life in our world, a clear chronology of major civilizations can be drawn, each emerging after the previous, and each acting as a major agent of change upon the world. In time immemorial, the [UNTRANSLATED] instated themselves as the first such civilization. Spawning forth from a humble river valley beneath two Trees, Aeternus installed humanity as the sixth when building their first Great City, and though they fell, humanity again proved their worth, re-emerging after extensive competition with the Children of the Night and Stars jeopardized the legitimacy of our claim to the title of Sixth Great Civilization. The seventh, extensively predicted but never identified, is forthcoming. The Ancient Masters lie this information out for us in its totality. Their wisdom is paragon and undeniable. And it is informed by their teachings that I believe the Seventh Realm of our world, as it is called, is imminent. I wish to welcome my own fate and the fate of the world, and to end our time in this realm with celebration should humankind be predestined to cede our dominion over this world to a more advanced species. My next piece will be a recognition of humankind in the grand face of the infinite cosmos, to be played preceding its inevitable end. 19th May, 1905 The work I have done for my latest project is of a truly arcane nature, and it has humbled me with a newfound majesty for the grand harmonic confluence of probabilities that make the realm of magic in which we exist possible. Our standing in the cosmos is but one level in an infinite structure of countless rising and falling planes of existence; octave over octave over octave, the planes ascend further still. It is truly amazing. Yesterday, during hours spent reading at the Rossiyskaya Gosudarstvennaya Biblioteka14, a faceless cloaked figure with four arms, four vaguely arachnoid legs, and all manner of arcane symbols painted upon its reptilian flesh emerged suddenly from in-between the bookshelves in a manner I can only describe as like a hallucination*. It approached me and placed in my hands a large, green and gold leather-bound tome with the symbol of the World Tree cast upon its cover in brass. At first frightened, my demeanor quickly changed to utter astonishment when I realized that the tome was tangible to me, and the experience that I had been almost sure was illusory was indeed entirely real. The mysterious creature, surely some angel of wisdom to bestow me with the text and its vast knowledge, then promptly melded back into the surrounding environment and vanished. I have thought for many days about what occurred at that Library, coming only to one conclusion: It appears that the universe has smiled upon my work and showed me its wisdom. What serendipity! The tome which I have obtained is itself extraordinary. It teaches me of far-flung civilizations across the universe, and of their customs and traditions. It teaches me the intricacies of ancient rites lost to time everywhere else but in its very contents. It teaches me of the long-forgotten history of our own world, and of the varied ways in which the essential breath* of life expresses itself and creates intelligence. Its teachings will surely be instrumental in designing the rites necessary for my piece. 23rd October, 1908 Years of work on my final project have thusfar continued smoothly. All great wonders and horrors which I learn of throughout my continuous study will be integrated and invoked in the performance, and each spirit and deity recognized and thanked for its role in our realm’s mortal experience. The tome bestowed upon me by the [UNTRANSLATED] in 1905 has since taught me the intricacies of the Library, the realm of infinite knowledge from which it presumably originates. I have also since translated the true name of the text: The Sixth Tome of Apocryphal Visions, one of many texts within the Library containing similar wisdom. I sometimes experience visions of the Library; in its windings halls, I see creatures nearly identical to the angel* which handed me the Sixth Tome. I have designed rituals to invoke the heavenly spheres for their blessing upon the coming age. In ritual, I have communed with each planet and star in the night sky, with each’s logos15, and with each’s peoples. Though, in all that the spiritual masters have taught me, one particular motif stands out: the realms say to me, it would seem, that great power comes from entities and domains on the furthest frontiers of existence. The voids between and beyond universes*, or any other cosmic locale in which man has never set foot — the gods in these faraway places give the greatest rewards of power to those able to find them. When the end comes, I will accept the infinity of fate with open arms and make humankind’s dissolution into the calm finality of ultimate annihilation as painless as possible. I will contact this mysterious force and use its power to compose the ultimate spell. 6th July, 1910 I have recently made contact with a mysterious and elusive entity which I believe to be the force which I have been attempting to locate, [TEXT DAMAGED]. Its dominion, which it often shows to me in my dreams and visions, is a serene void positioned between the quantified realm of structured and ordered concepts and the infinite chaos of primordial unknowns. When I am taken there, I can feel the miniscule interactions that one’s body usually makes with surrounding air and dust give way to the numbness of an absolute vacuum. I have been led to the knowledge of this entity’s existence by way of the Library’s tome, but it contains no further information concerning this matter. If I am the first to reach this strange realm, this point in my mission may be as far as the tome is able to take me. Entities which occupy the void-realm are utterly foreign to my understanding, but do not appear to be hostile towards me. I have become more and more convinced that it is only with the aid of these beings that the rites and rituals I compose will have their power, for it is in balance that all magic is found. will continue to attempt negotiation. For the good of all, I will unwaveringly continue in the development of my ultimate working. 9th August, 1914 Faust once made a deal with the Devil. In exchange for his immortal Soul, Faust attained all worldly knowledge and ability which could possibly be imagined. Faust would become the most talented magician of his time, and the most talented alchemist of his time, and Fortune would always look upon him favorably in the world of men. But none of this mattered, for in the kingdom of God, Faust was utterly corrupted. His soul always belonged truly to Lucifer. I too, unbeknownst to myself, have fallen victim to such a bargain. The whisperers with whom I made a covenant to create my final work are not who they claim to be, I have discovered, but indeed only servants of the crimson beast Khahrahk, Lord of Darkness Below, God of the Daeva, a treacherous and brutal scourge existing only to devour and defile all things holy. His is a raging, spiraling, insatiable typhoon of primeval wrath, gluttony, dust, blood, and corruption. The King revealed His true nature to me only after He agreed to my terms for use of the Void’s power in my workings. He has defiled all that was once sacred and divine in my Magnum Opus, destroying years of work. Years of dreams. He has defiled and perverted the magics of my intricate composition, transforming it into an aberrant tool of destruction: It appears that His influence has turned my work once dedicated to easing the pain of a dying humanity into the very thing that will destroy it. Despite all this tragedy, it is far too late for me to stop. Fate has already dealt her hand: that of annihilation, and as such, I am resolute in accepting it. Regardless of the innumerable and ungodly terrors which the fruits of my pride may be doomed to inflict, it is fated that the work will be completed, and as such I must complete it regardless of the cost. Faust once stood at the gates of Hell in infamy. All at one moment, the weight of his guilt crushed him. Starting in early to mid-april 1915 until his death, Scriabin was rendered bedridden due to an infected sore. As his writing from this period is featured below, note that, according to Scriabin’s doctor, he exhibited signs of deliriousness during this time. 7th April, 1915 Khahrahk is a thing of innumerable swirling tensions, impulses, and misfortunes. But for all His cosmic impossibilities and inconsistencies, Khahrahk is also a thing of the Fates. He is inevitable. Time and time again, the King makes Himself visible in my dreams. At times of fear, delusion, and delirium, He brings with Him in His wake all the infinite horrors in His damning void-realm, and all cosmic cataclysms inflicted by His terrible legions of scourges and devourers. The realm of the Sixth is fated to fall, and in its ashes the realm of the Seventh must rise. If this transition occurs only through Him, there is no imaginable impossibility which may protect us from it. This, too, will be an act of the Fates, and it is my duty to complete my work regardless of its cost. As the life fades from my own body, I feel more and more the impending onset of a new age of life everywhere on Earth, just some hundred-odd years from when I write. A promised land so within reach, and yet so far from realization. If the gods of Fate and Fortune shine their light upon us before the King butchers them whole, the end of the human race will be met not with apocalypse, but with a clean slate* and a new beginning. Scriabin would pass away seven (7) days later, on 14th April 1915, in his Moscow apartment due to severe complications from the infected sore on his upper lip. Footnotes 1. Avalanches are notably most common during the summer months, when snow and ice begin to loosen and melt with rising temperatures. 2. Though overtones in neoplatonic and theosophical esotericism are the most obviously noticeable influences upon examination of SCP-7140 ritual elements, they also integrate composite elements sourced from more pre-classical world mythologies, particularly the Old Daevite religious system. Additionally, recovered notes by Scriabin mention the use of musical instruments and other artistic and cultural objects of origin in non-human extraterrestrial and extradimensional civilizations as part of performing the Mysterium. 3. A creation of the conscious mind, such as a piece of media, capable of spreading within the noosphere that is capable of altering reality through thaumatological means when engaged with ritualistically by conscious entities. Research by the Thaumaturgistics Division and Noospherics Division to determine whether hypersigils function through narrative intervention and/or manipulation of probabilities, as is the case with most more spatially-localized sigils, is ongoing. 4. In both the MM/DD/YY and DD/MM/YY formats, the seventh (7th) of July is expressed as “7/7”. Though the number seven (7) has proven significant in occult workings, particularly those with pertinence to SCP-001-TUFTO and related anomalies, the use of the Gregorian calendar to implement this occult symbolism seems completely arbitrary. This is likely due to the fact that SCP-7140, an anomaly that functions within the collective unconscious, manifests through the system of time used by the majority of the world (and therefore has the majority of influence in the noosphere). 5. Measured by the Foundation of AU-7140-UK at a globally-resonant strength of 12.8 gigazöllners at stability for forty-two (42) hours. 6. Or astral projection-based "out-of-body experience", colloquially. 7. "Deities", colloquially. 8. A reoccurring span of time in the history of the planet Earth, lasting exactly one day (approx. 24 hours), during which time every flower on the planet is said to simultaneously bloom in exquisite color and variety. A Day of Flowers always directly precedes a catastrophe of immense magnitude on the planet the following day, usually representing the extinction or near-extinction of one or more dominant species. 9. Artificially Intelligent Conscript 10. A theorized subatomic particle existing only in the noosphere and dream-space which allows lucid thoughts and intentions to interact with the fabric of mental realities in which they exist. 11. The anomalous process by which a conscious intention is transformed from a conceptualization existing only mentally within the noospheric realm into an instance of psychic phenomena able to affect the physical world or the minds of other conscious entities. 12. An event in anomalous history wherein a large number of Serpent’s Hand operatives, under the guidance of O5-10, defected to the Foundation. The Alexandria incident marks an important increase in anomalous knowledge accessible to the Foundation, as significant portions of the Library were allegedly stolen or copied by the defectors during the chaos and later disseminated among Foundation ranks. 13. Mentioned texts related to the Scarlet King were provided to the Foundation by the GOC as part of an agreement between the two organizations to contain object ████ (GOC-classified KTE-2013-Kapala-Mendes, “The King’s Spears”). 14. The Russian State Library in Moscow, a site known to bear a stable translocational gateway to the Wanderer's Library which opens during a full moon. 15. In theosophical esotericism, a celestial logos is a deity that embodies and rules over a celestial body to which it its essence is bound, such as a specific star or planet. The logos is sometimes characterized as a spirit or consciousness belonging to the celestial body itself, affording it some form of conscious agency. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7140" by Ampyrsand, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7140. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7141 | safe | SCP-7141 Item #: SCP-7141 Special Containment Procedures: Standard storage locker. When in use in Initiative-7141-1, SCP-7141 may be retrieved by any level-2 staff. Description: SCP-7141 is a black and gold hardcover book with 1000 pages. It has the anomalous property of changing the text contained within it to the entire story of its reader's life. Notably, this includes events that occur in the future. On the inside of the cover, the following text is present: When in your hands you hold, This book of black and gold, You hold a certain wealth, In sickness or in health. A wealth of knowledge true, That's only meant for you, But if you change the text, Then surely you'll be next. So open this archive, And see how long you thrive, And read until you're wise, With dark and clouded eyes. When a sentient being makes contact with SCP-7141, text will manifest on its pages detailing the entire narrative of their life. If multiple subjects are in physical contact with the book, then the corresponding text of whichever subject is making contact with a greater surface area will manifest. Contact with any non-sentient being will produce the same effect as contact with nothing at all, being the absence of any text, except for the text on the inside cover. The story itself will be written in an autobiographical tone. After reading any part of SCP-7141 that takes place in the future and would influence a subject to take different actions than described in the text, the contents of SCP-7141 will instantly change to reflect this discrepancy. SCP-7141 will never contain any mention of the use of itself in the future, rather, use of SCP-7141 will only appear in it after doing so. It is possible to make edits to one's future through SCP-7141 by crossing out or removing any unwanted events and writing in any additions in the margins or in between paragraphs. Doing so will cause said edits to occur at the time written in SCP-7141, even if said events are themselves anomalous, such as the manifestation of objects. Making edits will invariably cause unintentional or unwanted secondary results. Such unintended results are usually equal and opposite to the aforementioned edit. For example, if one were to embellish the sudden manifestation of a large sum of money, they may have their money stolen in the near future. Making edits to the past has no effect. Discovery: SCP-7141 was discovered on 07/06/2022 when staff of █████ Hospital found it on the body of a man who had entered the hospital seconds before he died. Upon reading it and realizing its anomalous properties, a Foundation staff member who was in the hospital lobby at the time contacted the Foundation, SCP-7141 was contained, and Class-A amnestics were administered to all civilians present. Addendum 7141-1: Due to SCP-7141's use case as a relatively convenient method of looking into the future, Initiative-7141-1 has been put in place in which randomly selected staff members are given SCP-7141, instructed to read all pages containing their employment with the SCP Foundation, and identify any containment breaches mentioned in the text. While Initiative-7141-1 has proven effective in identifying containment breaches, the threat of breaches will likely never be completely eradicated by it due to its relatively time-consuming nature. Requests to cross-test SCP-7141 with dangerous Keter-class anomalies in order to determine potential neutralization methods are currently pending. Addendum 7141-2: Due to findings in initial testing with SCP-7141, where a tissue sample was used to make physical contact with SCP-7141 and the story of the researcher, from whom the sample was, appeared as normal, as well as evidence in stanza 3 line 4 of the poem on the inside cover of SCP-7141, the hypothesis was formed that SCP-7141 has the ability to show the life story of deceased subjects when placed on their corpse. Later testing proved this theory true. With this information, researchers recovered the body of the man who first possessed SCP-7141 and identified the effects of prolonged use of SCP-7141. Below are the pages of interest. + Show document - Hide document And there I saw it, that large black book, looking alien and out of place in the library's biography section. I was intrigued, so naturally, I picked it up to inspect it. It had no title, and when I opened it I saw a strange poem on the inside cover. I skimmed the first page and was confused because it seemed to be talking about someone's birth. I had the feeling that this wasn't an ordinary book, so I flipped forward a bit and skimmed some pages near the middle, and suddenly realized that this book was about me. Flipping to a few random pages, my high school graduation, my 6th birthday, and my current job's interview confirmed it. I thumbed forward and realized something even more strange, this book told my future as well. I was tempted to look at the last page but realized that nothing good could possibly come from that. Looking at the back cover, there was no barcode present, therefore I couldn't properly check the book out, so I simply walked out with the book, and drove home. On my way home I thought more about the cryptic poem in the book and remembered a part that talked about changing the text. I wondered if this meant you could change the future with the book. When I got home I got a pen and thought about what I wanted to change, but couldn't think of anything. and a million dollars in cash suddenly appeared before me. I thought it was a rather cliché thing to make as an edit, but I felt immense satisfaction nonetheless. I put most of the money in a safe container, but I took $100,000 or so and drove to deposit it in my savings account. Unfortunately, my bank was unexpectedly closed, So I went to the nearest ATM, and it was out of order as well. I drove all over town, but every single ATM I went to was out of order. and eventually found a working ATM, and deposited my money. When I got home I fixed myself some dinner and went through my normal nightly routine, but I could barely sleep that night. A pizza instantly appeared on the table fully cooked and ready to eat. That night I had the best sleep of my life. I woke up feeling terrible like I hadn't slept at all. After completing my morning routine, I looked outside and saw that my car had been stolen. I realized that these occurrences could no longer be considered coincidences. Every time I cross something out, something bad happens. I wondered if making edits without crossing things out would be safe. After all, it would be a terrible waste if I didn't try. Suddenly, my car reappeared in the driveway. In order to test my theory, I didn't make any other edits for the rest of the day, I even left the book at home when I went to work. When I got home, nothing seemed to have changed. I was overjoyed at my discovery, once again I held the future in the palm of my hands! Immediately the rest of the million dollars disappeared and reappeared in my bank account. I remained happy, until I checked my phone's voicemail, and saw that I had received notice that I was being audited. I was crushed. I tried to think of something to tell the IRS, some reasonable way that I could have obtained the money. I considered the lottery but then came to a realization, there was only one thing I could do. I instantly received another call letting me know that there had been a mistake, and I was not being audited. I looked at the poem at the front of the book for a second time and realized what a fool I had been. "You'll be next," without explicitly stating its meaning, couldn't have a clearer message. The "next" isn't just the consequences you get for making edits, it's the cycle you will end up in, as you keep on reversing consequence after consequence, and being dealt more and more punishment in return. But I was determined, I wouldn't have my life ruined by a stupid book. I spent hours as a kid thinking about what I would wish for if I found a genie, thinking about how I wouldn't be taken advantage of. This book is my genie, and so far it has succeeded in tricking me. But that wouldn't last any longer. I just had to think of what to do next. Whenever I wrote in the book after that, it never caused anything to reverse those edits ever again. Any edits I made were implemented in reality to the letter. I slept great that night and woke up feeling refreshed. At work, I gave my two weeks' notice and didn't look at the book until I got home, but when I did, I was horrified. When I had opened the book previous times, the page where the present was always fell around the same place, albeit never on the exact same page. This time, I had to flip to the very last page. Then, suddenly, I had a heart attack and died. I didn't die. I had a heart attack and died. I didn't. I drove as fast as I could to the hospital, but I was pulled over, and died before I made it. and made it there very quickly. I burst into the hospital and told them I was going to have a heart attack, and needed medical attention. The receptionist was very confused, and nervously chuckled and told me to come back when I already had a heart attack. I begged to be admitted into the ER, I even showed them the book, but they wouldn't listen. Then, in that lobby, I had a heart attack and died before the hospital staff could even get me on a stretcher. No. I died, there was no escape. I lived, I didn't die, I became immortal! Even the book didn't have the power to make me immortal. I died. Pl- The End. |
SCP-7142 | euclid | The neck of Dillan Mann laid out in Site ██ prior to his autopsy. Item #: SCP-7142 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor the digital logs of the British National Health Service, along with any records kept digitally by private therapists and schools in the United Kindom. Individuals reporting dreams, daydreams or hallucinations involving the entities characteristic of SCP-7142 are to be apprehended and brought into Foundation custody at the earliest possible convenience. These subjects can then either be selected for testing of SCP-7142 or, due to the large annual volume of SCP-7142 targets, be administered █████ ██████████ (a minor cognitohazard which renders subjects permanently deaf), amnesticised, and released with appropriate cover stories given. These individuals are then to be lightly monitored indefinitely, and, if visions return, be brought back into Foundation custody. Reports of unusual human corpses (particularly those with elongated necks) are to be immediately investigated and, if confirmed, remains are to be taken to Site ██, incinerated, and reports suppressed. The entities reported by targets of SCP-7142 are currently believed to be either incorporeal or entirely fictitious in nature. As such, permanent deafening of targets has proven to be the most effective method of containing the anomaly, with no physical manifestation of any entity to contain. However, as testing has shown SCP-7142 to have a very real effect on the real world, this should be considered unconfirmed. Description: SCP-7142 is a recurring dream exclusively affecting individuals suffering with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder who live in the United Kingdom. Subjects targeted by SCP-7142, seemingly chosen otherwise at random, will initially report a dream in which they stand, unable to move or look around, at the top of an inclined suburban road. Sketches from subjects have shown this road to be adjoined to a council housing estate in the town of Harlow in Southeast England. A pair of entities will emerge from around the corner at the far end of the road, and begin pacing steadily towards the subject’s viewpoint. The entity on the subject’s left, designated SCP-7142-A, consistently appears as a giraffe-like creature, though primarily deep blue in colour, and possessing a rounded, stubby body with a neck uncharacteristically short for a giraffe; its overall appearance having cartoon-like proportions. The entity is approximately man-high. The appearance of the entity on the subject’s right, designated SCP-7142-B, has been much less consistent between subjects, and has been described as anything from a French bulldog with extremely blunt body proportions and walking perfectly on two legs, to a completely amorphous creature with a leathery outer hide. However, the entity is always reported to be 2-3 feet high. These two entities will proceed to slowly pace towards the subject’s viewpoint in perfect synchronisation until they reach the halfway point between the end of the road and the subject, at which point the dream will end. Identical dreams will then reoccur every few nights. After approximately 5 iterations of the dream, subjects will develop an increasing sense of dread, and will begin to irrationally believe that the pair of entities in the dream are moving towards their location in the real world. Subjects at this stage show a fearful aversion to steady beats and rhythms, claiming that when heard, they allow the entities to walk at a steady pace towards them. Such rhythms include simple melodies in music such as beating drums, breathing (often resulting in subjects deliberately breathing in irregular patterns), blinking, walking, and the sound of their own heartbeat. If a subject is repeatedly exposed to these sources of noise, their dreams will enter a second stage. In this stage, subjects’ dreams will again involve being frozen in place, though they will be in a location physically closer to where they are situated in the real world. SCP-7142-A and B will then emerge at a moderate distance from behind an object within the environment, and begin pacing towards the subject, again, in perfect synchronisation, until they are relatively close to the subject, at which point the dream will end. Subjects may also experience additional daydreams involving the entities in the same locations. If exposure to the aforementioned noises does not discontinue, subsequent dreams will involve locations closer and closer to the subject. At this stage, paranoia relating to the impending arrival of the entities will become extreme. In some documented cases, subjects have spontaneously and, at a first glance, inexplicably migrated to other parts of the world, almost always initially to Australia, Indonesia, or New Zealand. In the longest recorded case relating to SCP-7142, lasting 16 years, a Michael ███████████ migrated 21 times to various countries before his death of natural causes. To what extent this paranoia is anomalous in origin, and how much of it is simply a result of the non-anomalous mental health issues many targets of SCP-7142 generally have, is unknown. As the location depicted in the dreams become nearer and nearer to the subject, subjects will respond increasingly drastically to the sound of steady rhythms. Reactions to these sounds have included: storming out of the room in which a sound is being emitted, covering one’s ears and screaming, assault of an individual who was audibly snoring, vandalisation of a set of concert speakers, the removal of one’s ears, and the attempted removal of one’s own lungs and heart. Subjects will claim that any of these sources of noise, among others, literally are the sound of SCP-7142-A and B pacing towards them. It appears that targets of SCP-7142 can ‘evade’ it indefinitely by continually relocating themselves to different parts of the world, though there is currently no known way of permanently stopping the dreams or effects of the anomaly. If subjects still do not relocate or isolate themselves from the aforementioned noise sources, their dreams will enter a third and final stage. No subjects entering this stage have remained physically unharmed for over 14 days. During the stage, subjects will report dreams involving the entities in places familiar to them or in extreme proximity to their real location, such as in view of their home, at their place of work, or at the gates of their school. Within 14 days of entering this stage, all subjects will experience extreme and sudden bodily modifications and trauma in their sleep, with direct and remote observation by Foundation personnel having shown grievous bodily injuries being inflicted by an unseen force. During these events, extensive force will be applied to the subject’s head and neck; subjects with longer hair will appear to have their hair lifted up and pulled taut, at which point the head will be jerked away from the body at speeds recorded from 0.2m/s to 14m/s. However, the head will not be disconnected from the subject; rather the subject’s neck will anomalously elongate to compensate for the dislocation of the head, with new tissue and vertebrae spontaneously materialising to allow for this process. At the end of these events, subjects’ necks have been measured at anywhere from 5 to ~350 times their normal length, and in one instance over ████ meters long. Additionally, a unique event involving two Foundation personnel targeted by SCP-7142 resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED] (see Test Log B1). The only other modification consistently inflicted on SCP-7142 victims is the complete removal of exactly 2 of the subject's limbs, either at the hip or shoulder, with trauma indicating removal through means of anything from accelerated necrosis, to what appears to be laser removal. Trauma inflicted during SCP-7142 events will invariably result in death, brain death, or permanent neck-down paralysis of the subject. In the wake of SCP-7142 events, fluid has been observed in proximity to the victim, either in the form of puddles or what appears to be condensation on the surface of objects in their immediate environment. Testing of this fluid has shown it to be genetically and chemically identical to spinal and cranial fluid found in members of the species G. camelopardalis. Discovery Log: SCP-7142 first came to the Foundation’s attention in March of 2003 when Duncan Hilton, a former member of security staff at Site ██, re-initiated contact with the Foundation after experiencing repeated dreams and daydreams characteristic of the anomaly. Due to Hilton’s diagnosis with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Schizophrenia (which had previously resulted in his retirement), his reports initially went uninvestigated, and he was instead offered mental health treatment covered by Foundation funds. Hilton’s altered remains were found in his home 14 weeks later, after which point his previous claims surfaced, and a wide-scale survey for similar reports was conducted. A connection between reports of recurring dreams involving entities SCP-7142-A and B, and reports of unusual corpses with SCP-7142’s characteristic modifications, was subsequently established. Anomaly was added to the SCP database and listed as Keter. At time of writing, no evidence exists suggesting SCP-7142 activity before late 2002. Research of the area depicted in all initial SCP-7142-related dreams has returned fruitless, with the only somewhat mysterious activity ever reported in the town being the formation of a sinkhole which resulted in the complete submerging of a suburban home in 2002, shortly after a 14 year old boy who lived there had gone missing. Addendum: A series of tests involving targets of SCP-7142 has been ongoing since late 2004. Due to lack of understanding of the anomaly, many initial tests were simply observations of subjects targeted by SCP-7142. + Show Test Log A1-4 - Hide Test Log A1-4 Test Log A1-4 Supervised by Dr Brandon Hunt Starting Date: 2004 Subject: Patrick Norris Foreword: Subject had been diagnosed with OCD one year prior to being targeted. Subject had been homeless for a number of years, and after an attempted arson, was housed involuntarily at a psychiatric hospital. Day 1: Subject reports standard initial dream sequence. Day 10: Subject repeatedly claims to hospital staff that he is being tracked by entities matching the description of SCP-7142-A and B. It should be noted that at this time, the institution in question had been playing slow music in many of its common areas. Subject requested transfer to quarters away from the music, which was granted. Day 69: Subject violently assaults a fellow patient in their sleep. When questioned, subject claims that the patient’s snoring was allowing ‘those bloody weirdos’ to move towards his location. Subject moved to solitary confinement. Day 71: Subject reports great distress due to the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Subject was documented to have been displaying an irregular breathing pattern at this time. Day 75: Subject screamed at staff members for most of the day, begging them to burn down the building, on the basis that SCP-7142-A and B were waiting for him in the reception area. This continued for the next 4 days. Day 79: An SCP-7142 event occurs at 11:03pm. Result: 14% of subject’s body is burned to the point of charring. Both of subject’s arms are absent, appearing to have decomposed up to the shoulder, indicated by the presence of bones covered in mold and the subject’s clothes. Subject’s neck is measured at 1.5m long. Subject deceased. Witnessing staff were amnesticised. Starting Date: 2004 Subject: Researcher Ellen Leonard, 41 Foreword: Leonard had been diagnosed with OCD at age 32, but displayed no other discernible mental abnormalities. Day 1: Leonard reports standard initial dream sequence. Day 2: Leonard requests housing at a Foundation site unknown to her, positing that SCP-7142 may be a memetic hazard, and thus only able to create dreams depicting locations near her if she herself is aware of her location. Leonard is moved to Site ██-█ and housed in a standard humanoid containment cell to prevent accidentally gaining knowledge of her location. Day 21: Leonard displays increasing concern that she is being hunted by SCP-7142-A and B, and expresses frustration at her inability to escape the sound of her own breathing. Leonard begins exhibiting irregular breathing patterns. Day 35: Leonard forcefully requests transfer to another site on the basis that SCP-7142-A and B are still following her. Request denied. Day 40: Leonard is found in her cell having removed one of her ears with a metal spoon, the other having been superficially cut with the same utensil. Leonard is restrained and thereafter monitored at all times via CCTV. Day 50: Leonard reports a new dream. The dream involved SCP-7142-A and B emerging from behind a statue depicting the SCP Foundation’s logo and moving towards her over the surrounding grass lawn, which was encompassed by a circular concrete pathway. This description matched that of the walkway at the entrance to the site at which she was being housed. It is important to note that she had not been made aware of her location, so if SCP-7142 was purely rooted in her mind, it would have had no way of constructing the dream. As a result of this experiment, it is believed that SCP-7142-related dreams are implanted from an outside source. Day 63: An SCP-7142 event occurs at 3:11am. Result: Leonard’s skin is largely charred and otherwise mangled. Leonard’s right arm and leg had been removed at the shoulder and hip respectively, upon later inspection found to be by means of thousands of small insect bites. Her missing ear, which had previously been disposed of in a medical bin, had somehow been retrieved and crudely sewn back onto her upper ramus. Leonard is missing approximately 40% of her hair, and her neck is measured at 3.6m, approximately 40 times its original length. Leonard was in a coma following the event, and was kept alive by Dr Hunt on the basis of possible future questioning, and was housed in the medical ward of Site ██-█. Starting Date: 2004 Subject: Dillan Mann, 68 Foreword: Subject had been known to display mild symptoms of OCD, but had not been officially diagnosed. Subject was a practicing Roman Catholic. Subject displayed no other discernible mental abnormalities. Day 1: Subject spontaneously seeks out therapy, despite having reportedly been averse to it for most of his life. Day 3: Subject reports standard initial dream sequence to his therapist, at which point the Foundation becomes aware of the situation. Dr Hunt orders that the subject not be taken into Foundation custody, in order to observe the prognosis of SCP-7142 in a more natural environment. Day 5: Subject reports an intense feeling that he is being watched, and that a pair of demons have been appearing to him in his dreams, and are attempting to tempt him away from God. Day 8: Subject reportedly grows increasingly antisocial around his family, often storming out of the room during meals, or suddenly and aggressively asking his family to eat their food in a quieter manner. In an interview with the subject’s wife, she claimed that the subject had discreetly thrown away her high heels at around this time. Day 11: Subject develops a sudden enthusiasm for intercontinental travel, which his wife was reportedly not open to, and she began to feel uncomfortable in his presence. Day 13: Subject flees England. Due to the sudden departure of the subject and his extensive efforts to conceal his location and identity (presumably in order to evade SCP-7142), it took the Foundation several months to track him down again. Day 351: Subject is apprehended by the Foundation. Upon interrogation, subject claims that he had not been experiencing dreams relating to SCP-7142 between the time of his migration until 3 weeks before his capture, and had been feeling a lot better about his situation. Day 352: Subject is returned to England and contained at Site ██. Subject becomes violent towards Foundation personnel. Subject restrained indefinitely. Day 355: An SCP-7142 event occurs at 1:13am. Result: 100% of subject’s skin converted into a leather-like substance, which was found to be completely inorganic upon testing, being mostly composed of silicates, mineral tar, and synthetic rubber. Both of the subject's legs had been removed at the hip, with marks left at the point of severing indicating mauling by an unidentified canid. Subject’s neck is measured at 35m. Subject’s tongue had experienced similar elongation and had been largely pulled out of the mouth and wrapped around the neck from the base of the jaw to the shoulders in a spiral formation. Subject is rendered braindead. Subject terminated and submitted for autopsy. Starting Date: 2007 Subject: Lucas Rice, 14 Foreword: Subject had been diagnosed with OCD only a few weeks before showing ‘symptoms’ of SCP-7142. Subject had also displayed moderate behavioural issues at school. Subject was taken into Foundation custody following the discovery of a digital note regarding his regular sessions with the school’s mental support team by Foundation web crawlers. Day 1: Subject reports standard initial dream sequence. Subject is taken into Foundation custody. Day 19: Having previously been cooperative, subject suddenly begins to express disdain for Foundation personnel. Day 22: Subject reports great distress, claiming that he has been dreaming about ‘the same weird shit over and over again’, and routinely expresses fear for his safety. Day 25: Subject repeatedly requests transfer to another facility on the basis of his dreams. All requests denied. Day 26: Subject is found unconscious in his cell, with extensive scratching on his chest and moderate blood loss. Upon questioning in the on-site medical unit, subject claimed that he had been attempting to remove his lungs and heart with his bare hands because ‘they were so fucking loud’. At this point, subject became aware of a nearby piece of medical apparatus emitting a steady beeping noise, and attempted to vandalize the equipment. Subject sedated. Result: Test cancelled. Due to an unrelated incident involving Dr Hunt, an investigation by the Ethics Committee had him temporarily suspended from his duties. Dr Felix Isherl was thus placed in charge of SCP-7142 research, soon after which he expressed anger at Dr Hunt, emphasizing how poorly he had handled research into the anomaly. Dr Isherl subsequently had Dr Hunt permanently suspended via an Ethics Committee mandate. In an effort to save the subject’s life, he was administered █████ ██████████, rendering him permanently deaf. Subject was then amnesticised and returned to the general populace, and the cover story of an abduction was propagated to account for his disappearance. As of ██/██/████, subject has displayed no further signs of targeting by SCP-7142. Isherl then submitted a request for the termination of Researcher Leonard via a second mandate. Request approved. Note from Dr Isherl: Dr Hunt’s procedure regarding this anomaly has been atrocious. A quick skim over the early test logs gave me all the information needed to deal with this. The first victim listed, Mr Norris, was unaffected by 7142 for 59 days after he had simply been moved to a quieter spot. Mr Mann was untouched for nearly a year after relocating. Ellen, rest her soul, wanted the same thing. But that bastard just couldn’t help himself from finding out what would happen to her. Our mission is to secure and contain, yes, but those are secondary priorities. Above all, we protect. Why throw away life when we already have two solutions? What knowledge could we possibly gain from allowing this anomaly to mutilate people in the way it does? We might not be able to contain this thing (by God I will try), but we definitely can treat its effects. It’s just a matter of catching cases before it’s too late. I am hereby ordering this item be reclassified as Euclid. + Show Test Log B1 - Hide Test Log B1 Test Log B1 Supervised by Dr Felix Isherl Starting Date: 2021 Subject: Dr Samuel Bates Foreword: After 14 years with very few SCP-7142 cases going untreated, Dr Bates, a senior researcher at the Foundation, became targeted by SCP-7142. Bates was offered the standard █████ ██████████ treatment, which he refused, and instead volunteered to facilitate an attempt in capturing the possible entities responsible for the attacks. Day 1: Subject reports standard initial dream sequence. Day 2: Standard humanoid containment chamber 14 is modified to facilitate the capture of the entities associated with SCP-7142. A containment chamber of this type was chosen for its relatively small size, and thus increased ease in keeping track of unseen entities. Dr Isherl and Special Operative Cornwall are assigned the task of capturing the entities, with termination as a second resort. Additionally, D-1402 (33 years old) was selected from a pool of well-behaved D-Class personnel. D-1402 had been incarcerated due to arson resulting in approximately £█████ of property damage. Aside from a number of minor ticks and notable behavioural issues during his time in the schooling system, D-1402 displayed no discernible mental conditions. As part of standard procedure for D-Class at Site ██, D-1402 had had a large portion of his memories prior to his time at the Foundation wiped via high-grade amnestics. Dr Bates is housed in the containment cell and directly exposed to a steady beat of 1.5Hz via a speaker. Isherl, Cornwall, and D-1402 remain on standby. Day 5: Dr Bates reports progression of SCP-7142-related dreams to their second stage. Day 14:** Dr Bates reports a dream involving SCP-7142-A and B walking towards him in the site lobby. All involved personnel are moved to Bates’ containment chamber. S.O. Cornwall is armed with a pump-action shotgun, a pistol sidearm, and a machete. Dr Isherl is armed with a tranquilizer dart gun containing an anomalously potent sedative derived from SCP-████, and a pistol sidearm. D-1402 is assigned the task of assisting Dr Isherl and S.O. Cornwall in the event they become incapacitated. 14 guards are positioned in the hallway directly adjacent to the containment chamber, with ██ more on standby. 2 surveillance cameras are placed inside the chamber in order to observe the capture attempt without compromising containment. In the event that all personnel within the containment chamber are lost, the chamber is fitted with gas canisters that can be remotely ruptured in order to terminate or incapacitate any entities remaining inside. Result: An SCP-7142 event occurs at 2:14am. Camera 1 shows Dr Bates being pulled upright in his bed by an unseen force, at which point his clothes are violently torn from his body. Human teeth marks immediately begin appearing on his upper right thigh and left shoulder. S.O. Cornwall reacts by firing his shotgun at where he perceives the entity responsible to be. The shot impacts the wall, not appearing to have passed through any physical barrier. However, cerebrospinal fluid is ejected from an unseen point in space along the path of the buckshot, which splatters against the walls. S.O. Cornwall fires 3 more shots, the first two of which appear to hit their mark, the third missing as Dr Bates is thrown against the far wall of the containment chamber, knocking him unconscious. Dr Isherl draws his tranquilizer gun, but expresses uncertainty as to where the entity is situated within the room. Dr Bates’ neck begins to grow. Dr Isherl fires a single shot near Dr Bates’ head. Once again, the projectile passes unhindered and collides with the opposite wall, and cerebrospinal fluid is produced. Dr Isherl orders D-1402 to assist him in reloading the device, and D-1402 complies. S.O. Cornwall fires at the entity, landing all of his shots, and with the same results. No change in activity is observed, and the SCP-7142 event continues on its established course. At this point, Dr Bates’ neck is estimated to have been 10-15m long, folding several times to fit within the containment chamber. S.O. Cornwall then appears to lose his composure, throw down his shotgun and charge in Dr Bates’ direction in an apparent attempt to physically wrestle the entity away from him. Then, shockingly, as S.O. Cornwall makes contact with Dr Bates, he too appears to come under SCP-7142’s effects, though somewhat different from the baseline. All four of Cornwall’s limbs are simultaneously severed as if by a singular clean cut, which are then thrown about the room, one colliding with camera 1, terminating the feed. Camera 2 shows Cornwall’s neck growing at a rate of 10-20m/s, quickly folding in a random direction each time it comes into contact with the walls of the containment cell. Within seconds, most of the space inside the chamber has been filled by both Dr Bates’ and S.O. Cornwall’s ever-lengthening necks. Dr Isherl declares the mission aborted at 2:16am. Both Isherl and D-1402 attempt to make their way through the web which quickly threatens to completely encompass them both; the guards outside open the door and reach inside ready to make the extraction. As D-1402 reaches the exit first, one of the guards appears to draw their sidearm, with the intent of terminating D-1402 in order to make way for Dr Isherl. However, at this time, Dr Isherl trips on either Dr Bates’ or S.O. Cornwall’s neck, and begins to be constricted by the tightening knot which has nearly entirely filled the room. D-1402 glances at the guards, hesitates for a moment, then turns and throws himself back towards Dr Isherl, falling to the floor, locking hands with him, and attempting to pull him free. Camera 2 is dislodged, falling near Dr Isherl, before becoming completely obstructed by the mass. Guard body camera footage then shows the guard closest to the door lunging forward, grabbing onto D-1402’s feet, and guards behind him gripping onto him in turn. The struggle to pull Dr Isherl free continues for approximately 15 seconds as both Isherl and D-1402 are further entangled and pulled deeper into the room. Soon, only Dr Isherl’s left arm is still visible, still tightly gripped by both of D-1402’s hands. Body camera footage shows part of one of the necks threatening to tighten around the initial guards’ arm, at which point he instinctively loosens his grip, and D-1402 is pulled into the lattice of necks and out of sight. A site-wide lockdown is initiated. As security personnel prepare to have the pre-installed gas canisters ruptured, Site Director Braun orders instead that the door to humanoid containment chamber 14 be left open in order to allow the mass of necks within room to move, thus relieving pressure within the initial containment chamber, hopefully allowing Dr Isherl, should he still be alive, space to breathe. The mass of necks slowly expands outwards into the hallway adjacent to humanoid containment chamber 14, though at a continually slowing rate. The rest of the facility is evacuated while Mobile Task Force November-2 is dispatched for a rescue operation. + Show Supplementary Video Log - Hide Supplementary Video Log Video Log Foreword: Roughly 2 hours after the termination of Test B1, video feed from camera 2 is suddenly resumed. The feed shows Dr Isherl’s face within the mass of necks, breathing irregularly. Two more people breathing can be heard, one coming directly from where Dr Isherl is facing, and the other seemingly being emitted from all directions. The torch that had been attached to Isherl’s sidearm provides limited illumination of his surroundings. Dr Isherl: I bloody hope this thing is still transmitting. No way for anyone to talk back, though. Though if the on-site warhead hasn’t been detonated yet, I’m gonna be optimistic and say someone must be watching. In which case, hello! We’re still alive! [Dr Isherl glances directly forward, his voice shifting to a more grave tone.] How bad is it? D-1402: I think my arm’s broken. It’s so tight. I can feel my ribs… it’s crushing me. Dr Isherl: Stay calm. Focus on breathing. I reckon we can get out of this. [Dr Isherl looks back at the camera]. So I think Special Operative Cornwall is still alive. Dr Bates, I don’t know, but Cornwall… he’s still breathing. He’s breathing all around us. Each time he inhales we’re squeezed just that little bit more but the pressure is getting less. Slowly, but measurably. [Upon video confirmation that Dr Isherl is still alive, Director Braun orders immediate excavation of humanoid containment cell 14]. D-1402: I think I’m right up against Cornwall. Well you know… the main part of him. Dr Isherl: See if you can feel around for his machete. I know he had one on him when we came in here. Maybe we can… well it’ll be gruesome… but perhaps we can see about cutting our way out. You hear that, control? We’re gonna need some serious amnestics if we get out of this. [D-1402 can be heard struggling off-camera for approximately 5 minutes, with intermittent encouragement from Isherl.] D-1402: Holy shit! I think I have it! My arm is so stuck though. Just give me a second. Fuck. Okay, there. What now? Dr Isherl: Try cutting it. D-1402: No, I can’t do that. I won’t. That is beyond fucked up, man. Dr Isherl: Do you want to keep your arm? If it’s really broken, every second you’re in here is going to count. Besides, it’s not Cornwall, anymore. He was a good man. He really was. But it’s either him or us. Now do it. D-1402: Fuck, fuck! [D-1402’s distressed emotional state appears to intensify.] I’m sorry, man. I’m so sorry. [D-1402 jams the machete into S.O. Cornwall’s neck and begins to work on cutting his way through. The outer skin and ligaments are easily severed, and blood begins to spatter out and flow down through the mat of necks, soon forming a steady stream. After a few moments, D-1402 has severed the majority of S.O. Cornwall’s neck. However, the oesophagus proves impervious to the blade. Blood continues to flow from the neck, but shows no signs of draining fully.] D-1402: I can’t get through the windpipe, man. It’s like cutting through steel. It just slides right off. Dr Isherl: That can’t make sense. Are you sure it’s not bone you’re cutting through? D-1402: 100%. The bones are all loose anyway. They don’t even look like bones. [S.O. Cornwall’s breathing quickens pace. All about the two, the necks begin to slide through each other like a coiling snake. The muffled voice of S.O. Cornwall can then be heard muttering incoherently from all directions. At this same time, Mobile Task Force November-2 have removed the floor directly above humanoid containment chamber 14 and have begun drilling holes in the roof of the chamber, with the plan being to break the roof through and lift the mass of necks out with a crane.] D-1402: Oh God, he’s talking. Why is he talking? Why is he talking when I just cut through his God-damned neck? Dr Isherl: You hear that? They’re here for us. I can hear machinery above us. I knew someone was watching! D-1402: They need to hurry up. Dr Isherl: Don’t worry, they’ll get us out. These are the best military personnel in the modern world we’re talking about. D-1402: You mean the ‘personnel’ that a couple hours ago nearly shot me and then left us to get eaten by this fucking thing? Dr Isherl: Hold on a second. D-1402: What, what is it? Dr Isherl: The blood. It’s been spewing out of that wound like a waterfall. It should have started pooling by now. But I can’t feel a thing. D-1402: Who cares? [A large circular hole is drilled directly above the two men, a small amount of light shining down through to them.] Hey, we’re down here! Dr Isherl: We’re… what… a foot off the ground? The blood should have pooled up to us by now. [A large segment of the ceiling to humanoid containment chamber 14 is lifted free. Light floods down onto Isherl and D-1402 as a crane begins to lift the lattice of necks out of the containment chamber. After a few moments, MTF body camera footage shows the pair at the foot level of the operatives, and the mass of necks quickly sprawls out over the floor under its own weight. However, the containment chamber does not appear any less full up with the interlocking necks, indicating that the bottom of the lattice extends further downwards than the containment chamber’s original floor level. 5 MTF operatives begin to work on untangling Dr Isherl, with an additional operative assisting D-1402. While the men are being freed from the web of necks, the mass starts to writhe, its center collapsing down and forming a funnel shape. Operatives begin attempting to cut through each layer of neck, though are met with the same amount of success as D-1402’s previous attempt. The necks seemingly begin attempting to reclaim Dr Isherl and D-1402 by folding inward towards the funnel. At this point, Dr Isherl has been freed up to his torso, and a harness is secured around him. As the portion of the necks still within the containment chamber appear to be self-supporting, the crane arm releases them, and is instead attached to Dr Isherl’s harness. He is then lifted higher so that operatives can untangle his legs. One strand of neck remains taught around his right foot, constricting it with what appears to be a conscious intent, and proves extremely difficult to remove. Dr Isherl requests a cloth to bite down on and orders that MTF operatives break his ankle. Operatives comply, and Isherl is freed without further incident. D-1402 remains entangled as he sinks back into the funnel. The crane’s arm is lowered into the center of the funnel towards D-1402, who is ordered to grab onto it. D-1402 exclaims that one of his arms is still trapped within the necks, and that the other is broken and unable to move. The writhing necks then lunge out and wrap around the crane’s hook, pulling it inwards and beginning to overcome the force of its counterweights. The order is given to disconnect the crane’s hook in an attempt to prevent it capsizing and causing further structural damage to the facility. Attempt fails, and the crane is pulled into the funnel on top of D-1402, and sinks down and out of sight. Both are considered lost.] [End Log] Addendum: In wake of the disaster that was Test 7142 B1, Site ██ was decommissioned for a period of 2 months while the threat imposed by the SCP-7142 ‘sinkhole’ was assessed. After it was confirmed that the mass of tissue comprised of the remains of Dr Bates and Special Operative Cornwall was no longer expanding at a dangerous rate, the wing was permanently sectioned off, and the rest of the facility returned to full operation. On the 1st of September 2021, Dr Isherl formally proposed that his observations while held captive by the anomaly indicated either a non-euclidian or extra-dimensional nature. Exploration missions pending approval. Surprisingly, superficial analysis of the containment chamber by Foundation drones found no trace of the cerebrospinal fluid recorded by cameras 1 and 2 during Test 7142 B1. Additionally, upon analysis, neither did guard body camera footage show any sign of said fluid during the incident, even in the exact locations where it was picked up by cameras 1 and 2. Due to this reason, it is presently believed that neither S.O. Cornwall nor Dr Isherl hit anything with their weapons during the experiment, and the fluid observed is thought to have been illusory in nature. Dr Isherl has gone on record contesting this. Due to the high resilience exhibited by the oesophagi of S.O. Cornwall and Dr Bates, application in field agent rope-based equipment has been suggested. Testing has been postponed until further examination of the 7142 sinkhole is conducted. D-1402 was post-humously nominated for the Site ██ Award for his selflessness and bravery in attempting to rescue Dr Isherl during the incident. Nomination awaiting decision. Addendum: On the 14th of February 2022, D-1402 was found wandering on the outskirts of Harlow town, England, before being apprehended by the Foundation. Along with an emaciated and generally tattered appearance, D-1402’s left arm had been severed at the mid-forearm. D-1402 was carrying a stuffed animal resembling a bulldog, which was made primarily of leather, and had sustained extensive damage, including the absence of both its hind legs. Subject was generally uncooperative with personnel, though apathetic to the point of posing little resistance. Subject taken in for interview. + Show Interview Log - Hide Interview Log Interview Log Date: 14th of February 2022 Interviewed: D-1402 Interviewer: Agent Thieme Agent Thieme: D-1402. How are you feeling? D-1402: Like you give a fuck. Agent Thieme: I think you’ll find that a number of us do. You showed quite some bravery at the Site ██ disaster, you know? You’ve been nominated for quite the prestigious award. D-1402: Heh. Post-mortem, I bet. The dead don’t care for gold just as you people don’t care for us low-lives who wear orange jumpsuits. If you really gave a shit about me you wouldn’t be referring to me as a number. Get your questions over with. God, I need a burger. Agent Thieme: D-14… do you have any memory of the events on the day of test 7142 B1? D-1402: I remember everything. What happened to Cornwall and the other guy, the yellow stuff all over the walls, nearly getting shot, and getting left to die twice in the space of a couple hours. What’s to forget? Agent Thieme: So you can confirm you observed the cerebrospinal fluid on the walls during the experiment? D-1402: The… what? Yeah, the yellow shit. Agent Thieme: Thank you. Can you tell us what happened to you following experiment 7142 B1? What did you see? D-1402: Well, I’m guessing you know what happened right up until the neckwork pulled me into the mouth of hell itself, right? Well, the- Agent Thieme: What do you mean by ‘the neckwork’? D-1402: What do you…? Oh, right. The neck things. The neckwork?. It’s what I’ve been calling it. Clever, right? Whatever. Yeah, well, the neckwork sort of saved me from your guys’ crane. Accidentally, probably, but the stuff was strong enough to stop it squishing me. I didn’t really see much after that. It was dark, obviously. I kept getting pulled lower and lower. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe, I… [D-1402 visibly shivers as his irritable facade appears to break, and he fails to maintain eye contact with Agent Thieme] I just wanted it to get me over with quickly. The last thing I wanted was to be like… stuck, you know. Like before. Suffocating. Crushing. But it didn’t. It wouldn’t kill me and I couldn’t die. Agent Thieme: And how long did this go on? D-1402: Days. Weeks. I have no earthly idea. And I just kept sinking. No sight, no air, just the constant feeling of going downwards. And of course all the fucking human skin covering every inch of my body. Occasionally he… he spoke to me. I don’t know how much of it was real or how much was just me going completely fucking crazy, but I know Dr Isherl heard it too. Back when it started. Agent Thieme: Are you referring to Special Operative Cornwall? D-1402: Yeah. Agent Thieme: I see. What did he say to you? D-1402: Mostly gibberish. But some stuff made sense. Some stuff made sense, I just… can’t remember any of it for the life of me. Maybe I don’t want to remember. A lot of it was just numbers. 1’s, 4’s, 2’s. Agent Thieme: Numbers? D-1402: Yeah, like I said I can’t remember any of it. Any more questions or can I have some rest? Agent Thieme: I’m afraid I have a few. To start - was that your entire experience? Sinking through this ‘neckwork’, I mean. If so, how did you end up back on the surface? And how did you acquire the stuffed animal? D-1402: No no no no no, you are missing a lot of shit. The sinking was probably less than half of it. Probably. After God-knows-how-long I reached the end. Like I came out through the top of a ceiling made up entirely of the neckwork. I fell a good few meters after that. It just seemed to… stop. Directly above me. This massive ceiling of the stuff. I have a hard time believing it was just Cornwall and Bates in there. Either way, I didn’t spend too long hanging around to look. I ran. Well, as best as I could. My legs were killing me, and my arm was giving me a lot of trouble. But the place was some kind of giant cave system. Huge tunnels made of stone and dirt. Roots sticking out of the walls and everything. Every now and then I’d run into more of the neckwork, slowly moving about the place like snakes, back and forth on double or triple lanes like motorways. Some of them were black and shiny like leather or something. And always just a little bit off the ground. I avoided them like the plague. But they always found me. Agent Thieme: So you had been inside the anomaly for potentially weeks at this point? How did you sustain yourself? D-1402: After the sinking, finding a worm was like finding a birthday cake. It was beautiful. Before that though I… well I had to. They’re not really human anymore, right? Agent Thieme: I understand. Can you tell me about the stuffed animal? [D-1402 suddenly displays heightened distress, and places his head in his hands.] Agent Thieme: Do you need a moment? D-1402: No, no, it’s ok. I found this larger hollowed out area in the cave system. Massive, we’re talking. Far as the eye can see. And right at the middle, there was this house. Just this normal family home. It was in absolutely perfect condition. I didn’t know whether to go towards it or not. I mean for one, it’s shelter, maybe food, and maybe something for my arm, which I’m pretty sure was already long fucked by that point. Maybe finally the chance for some actual real food. But that’s just extremely fucking weird, right? God, it doesn’t even seem that strange after all the other shit. I ended up going towards it. Realised I hadn’t seen the neckwork in ages. Figured that was a good sign. Agent Thieme: Do you recall any defining features of the house itself? D-1402: It was just a pretty bog standard brick house. Two stories. Black front door. The door number was 14, I think. That good enough? Agent Thieme: Yes, that will suffice. D-1402: I went inside the house, you know. That’s where I found Grom. Agent Thieme: Grom? D-1402: The toy. I called him that because I watched Wallace and Gromit as a kid. Agent Thieme: I see. Did you cause the damage present on the item? D-1402: No, God no. I wouldn’t hurt him if my life depended on it. I talked to him a lot. Only one I could talk to. He was like that when I got there. Agent Thieme: What else was there inside the house? D-1402: Food. Beds, too. I found Grom on the downstairs sofa. The inside, for the most part, was in just as perfect condition as the outside. I spent most of my time downstairs though. For some reason I just hated being upstairs. One room, looked like it belonged to the son, just creeped me the hell out. Agent Thieme: Do you have any idea why? D-1402: Well for one it was a fucking pigsty, which was obviously weird compared to the rest of the place. I didn’t so much as glance in there more than once. It stunk to heaven. And whenever I went near it I just… felt this dread. Like it all meant nothing… I just… yeah. I avoided that room. Agent Thieme: How long did you remain in the house? D-1402: Until I got back here. Must’ve been at least a couple months, though with no day and night there was no way to count. I didn’t ever need to leave. I had everything I needed inside. Shelter, food. And I finally bucked up the courage to cut off my arm. It was broken on the day it happened, you know. Maybe Dr Isherl told somebody. Or maybe not. It was purple, stunk. Must’ve been gangrene or something. I took a bunch of painkillers I found in the cupboard and did what I had to do. I’m just lucky I knew what to do. Oh, and that reminds me. The house’s supplies just refreshed themselves every morning. Always the same food in the cupboards, always in the exact same place. I’m telling you, someone was down there looking after that house. I just never saw them. Or maybe it was just magic. Given the fact that I’d recently been transported to a cave dimension via a network of whispering human necks, I decided to accept that answer as more likely. I didn’t want to leave, mostly because I was scared of the neckwork, but it also just got so comfortable and familiar in there. I had food, I had warmth. I had Grom, too. I didn’t leave that house from the moment I first stepped inside. Until one day, I did. And the door swung out into daylight on a normal suburban road. Not too long after that and you guys picked me up. Agent Thieme: Are you suggesting that the doorway of the house exhibited non-euclidian properties? D-1402: What the fuck does that mean? Agent Thieme: Forgive me. Are you claiming that the doorway transported you? D-1402: Yeah. Don’t tell me that’s surprising to you. Agent Thieme: Not at all. Your cooperation in this interview has been appreciated, D-1402. That’s all the questions I have for now, though you may be summoned for supplementary interviews at a later date. As of right now you will be transferred to a temporary quarantine cell, where a meal has been prepared for you. [Agent Thieme gets up and begins to exit the room, at which point D-1402 breaks down in tears and places his head in his hands. Agent Thieme stands in the interview room, apparently confused about whether to address the subject.] D-1402: There’s one other thing. [Agent Thieme retakes her seat.] Agent Thieme: What is it? D-1402: I went into the kid’s room. Once. Agent Thieme: And? What did you find? [D-1402 is sobbing uncontrollably.] D-1402: I don’t know why this is bothering me so much… I… It doesn’t make sense. Agent Thieme: Please, you have to tell me what you found in that room. D-1402: It was one of those height board things. You know when you’re a kid and you get something you measure your height on every few months? It was one of those. It was animal themed. It’s just… it was mine. From when I was a kid. All my heights were marked on there in felt tip pen… I remember them. I was only 4’7 at 14. Can you believe that? [D-1402 puts his head in his hands for several seconds.] D-1402: There's something you should know. The board. Agent Thieme: Please continue, D-1402. [D-1402 is unresponsive for several more seconds, before finally responding.] D-1402: It was a blue giraffe. [Remaining interview segment expunged] [End Log] Note: Following a survey of the subterranean region surrounding 14 ████████ ███ in Harlow, England, an exploration by Mobile Task Force November-2 was planned, and is scheduled to begin on ██/██/███. Testing of the house D-1402 exited from has shown none of the extradimensional or non-euclidean properties purported. Exploration of the Site ██ sinkhole remains pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7142" by Tharsus, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7143 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7143 4 Containment Class: Uncontained Response Level: Termination Authorized Threat Level: RED SCP-7143, photographed 02.JUL.2016. Standard Containment Procedures SCP-7143 is classified as a high priority enemy combatant. Shoot-on-sight is authorized. Protocol DOROTHY BUCKET is authorized. If kill cannot be confirmed after initial encounter, field teams are to immediately disengage. Description SCP-7143 is an adult male Sumatran orangutan (Pongo abelii) previously housed at the Berlin Zoological Garden; current location is unknown. Subject is presumed sapient, highly intelligent, hostile to the Foundation, and a skilled thaumaturgic practitioner. Timeline The following timeline was first compiled 17.MAY.2018, following Incident 7143-ICA. It does not provide a complete picture of SCP-7143’s actions or movements: gaps in the record will be filled as new information permits. 02.MAY.1990: SCP-7143 is born at the Houston Zoo to parents Kiki and Boba. 24.AUG.2002: SCP-7143 is transferred to the Berlin Zoological Garden. Subject is nicknamed “Opa”, after his supposed resemblance to the lead primate zookeeper’s grandfather. 16.APR.2014: SCP-7143 achieves minor viral notoriety after a photo of the subject is posted to Twitter by user @███████ on April 16. Subject is sitting on top of a recreation platform, holding a tree branch upright; a crow is perched on top of the branch. The photo is accompanied by the text ”lvl 20 druid has a task for you”. The Berlin Zoo’s social media account responds to the post, quote “His keepers agree! Opa’s got more than a few tricks up his sleeve.” 02.OCT.2016: A package bomb is detonated inside the Mondelēz International regional office in Samarinda, Borneo. Five individuals are killed, including the associate regional director. Eight additional explosive devices are detonated at Mondelēz International logging sites and palm oil plantations, causing an additional 15 casualties and significant damage to equipment. 14.OCT.2016: Unidentified assailants raid the Mondelēz International regional office in Accra, killing 18 security staff and 34 other personnel. Six gunmen are killed by police; a weeks-long manhunt follows, capturing three more. 04.FEB.2017: SCP-7143 vanishes from its enclosure in the Berlin Zoo. Police investigation into the apparent kidnapping reveals no leads, and the case is dropped six months later. 18.JUN.2017: Suspect apprehended by Singapore police during drug bust is linked to the Samarinda bombings; Foundation agents are deployed to assist the Criminal Investigation Department Unit 91 are attached to the investigation. Suspect was unable to provide information regarding other participants or the organization they belonged to, showing signs of content-avoidance thaumaturgic compulsion. 20.JUN.2017: Foundation units and proxy organizations in Southeast Asia are given orders to increase surveillance of local thaumaturgic groups of interest, with primary focus placed on the Serpent’s Hand and the Twelve Lords of San Kowloon. 29.JUN.2017: Agents Jaime Abad and Muhammed Afiz2 miss check-in with handler. Agents are found dead at stakeout location of explosive exsanguination. Foundation units and proxy organizations in Southeast Asia are put on high alert against thaumaturgic threats. 05.SEP.2017: Raid of “Uncle Kham’s Mahjong Club”3 in Kuantan results in the capture of two more participants in the October 2016 bombings. As with the previously apprehended person-of-interest, they were under thaumaturgic compulsion preventing any disclosure of sensitive information. 22.DEC.2017: Solstice edition of The Wyrm’s Turn4 includes following notice in the community bulletin pages: "The Fraternal Order of Wandsmen welcomes Grandmagos Rakhemang back into the company of the learned after his unfortunate exile. Your brothers in the Circle celebrate your return with open arms. Adhai tuet!" 13.MAR.2018: Incident 7143.ICA occurs. 22.MAR.2018: Incident 7143.ICA followup investigation is judged sufficient evidence for SCP item classification. SCP-7143 is identified and registered as an enemy combatant of unknown affiliation. 09.MAY.2018: Further investigation of the bombing attacks against Mondelēz International reveals that four of the nine accounted-for Accra gunmen, as well as all three individuals linked to the Samarinda bombing, had visited the Berlin Zoo between February and August of 2016. 10.MAY.2018: SCP-7143 is designated as “shoot-on-sight”; Anomaly is believed to be orchestrator of the 2016 Mondelēz International attacks; Anomaly is believed to be in contact with ideologically-aligned thaumaturges. Field Intelligence Office indicates high likelihood of future attacks. Foundation units and proxy organizations in regions with Mondelēz International field offices and resource extraction operations are put on alert. Thaumaturge monitoring operations put on alert. 16.JUL.2018: Marshall, Carter, and Dark-affiliated Silver Siren auction house sells a pre-approved Valravn Corporation assassination contract for 5.4 million USD to an anonymous purchaser.5 04.JAN.2019: Bombing attempt thwarted at Mondelēz International regional headquarters in São Paulo. Four suspects taken into police custody; no history of visitation to the Berlin Zoo or signs of thaumaturgical compulsion. 05.JAN.2019: Fan-Guang Chemical production facilities in Malaysia, Singapore, and Taiwan are hit by a series of bombings, severely damaging machinery and killing a total of 229 personnel. Confederación Internacional para la Liberación del Mundo6 claims responsibility for the attacks. 09.JAN.2019: Foundation begins Operation YMAR against Confederación Internacional targets. See operation report YMAR-03-KL for further details. 28.APR.2019: Three Valravn Corporation security specialists are found dead in Ahmedabad. All three subjects appeared to have been killed by a combination of bullet wounds, extreme burns, and organ rupture. 30.OCT.2019: SCP-7143 appears in TikTok video “An Orangutan Served Me Tea!” by user ████████. Video consists of ████████’s initial meeting with SCP-7143 on a roadside in Nepal, wherein he accepts a cup of tea and holds a one-sided conversation with the anomaly. Video is removed per Digital Information Suppression Protocols before it achieves wide spread. Field investigation finds no further evidence of the anomaly’s presence at the site or surrounding area. 01.JAN.2020: Monitoring post DXH-07 receives parcel delivery via SCP-████7 containing the New Year’s edition of The Wyrm’s Turn8 and a tin of oolong tea. The inside text of the newspaper is blacked out, save for a sequence of letters combining into the following message. “My dearest rivals: I am afraid that the spark has gone out of our relationship. You have pursued me with dogged determination, and for that I applaud your work, but the time has come to go our separate ways. Greater responsibilities call for my attention. We shall meet again; I hope it will be under better circumstances. I wish you a happy new year and many good returns. Enjoy the tea." No return address was provided. When asked for more information about the sender, the delivery bird responded “Wouldn’t you like to know, Poirot?” before departing. The tea was disposed of without incident. SCP-7143 has not been conclusively linked to any anomalous activity occurring in 2020 and 2021: it is not known if the anomaly was present in baseline reality during this time. 02.MAR.2022: Foundation intelligence agents intercept communications confirming that Vitaly Sokolov, suspected head of GRU-P operations in Ukraine, has been killed in Kiev. 03.MAR.2022: Pvt. Oleksander Odesa reports to his commanding officer that he saw a “god-damn monkey with a gun”; The ape is described as wearing glasses, smoking a pipe, and field-stripping an anti-tank rifle as Pvt. Odesa entered the apartment. With no corroborating evidence, the event is dismissed as a hallucination induced by stress and sleep deprivation. 10.JUL.2022: Anomalous Incident 10072022-18: 15 Mondelēz International resource extraction sites in Brazil, Colombia, Indonesia, Ghana, Côte d'Ivoire, are set ablaze through anomalous means. The fires resist suppression, continuing until the destruction of the sites in their entirety. Flames were bright blue in coloration and did not have any effect on persons not part of Mondelēz International’s management or security teams. An anonymous email is sent to Mondelēz International CEO Irene Rosenfield from a public library computer in Prague. Contents as follows: “Dear Passenger, Rook to D6, and I believe that is check. The turn is yours." 03.NOV.2022: The Confederación Internacional issues declaration of war against the Foundation and its allies. 22.APR.2023: Please see Incident Report 7143.XKR. INCIDENT REPORT 7143.ICA Field Team A7 deployed on reconnaissance sweep of St. Thecla’s Middle School, Winesburg Ohio9 after reports of suspicious activity made to local police are deemed sufficient grounds for investigation. The following events are compiled from agent testimony and body-camera footage. [A7 enters the building through the west entrance. Sweep of the west wing ground-floor reveals no anomalous activity. Team moves into east wing.] [Field Team’s handheld Kant counter registers abnormally high Hume reading in room 104. Field team prepares entry.] [Entry successful. Team finds a whiteboard eraser suspended 1m off the floor in the center of the room. No further anomalous activity present; local Hume measurements remain higher than standard range for scope of the anomaly.] [SCP-7143 descends from drop ceiling; performs unarmed takedown on A7-4, snapping his neck and drawing the body down between itself and the other members of A7.] [SCP-7143 draws A7-4’s service revolver.] A7-3: “Wha- A7-2: “He’s got a gun!” [SCP-7143 propels A7-4’s body into A7-2, knocking him off balance, and springs toward agents.] [A7-1 and A7-3 discharge firearms: bullets burst into flower petals before reaching target. Anomaly fires weapon, shooting A7-1 in the right kneecap.] [Anomaly grabs A7-3 by the ankle and drags her to the floor. A7-2 pushes aside the body of A7-4 and attempts to ready firearm. Anomaly executes A7-2 and A7-3 via shots to the head.] [A7-1 raises hands in surrender.] [Anomaly shoots A7-1 in the left kneecap.] [Anomaly raises finger to lips in a “shh” motion, pats A7-1 on the head, and exits the scene.] [A7-1 calls in recovery team.] Field Team A7 recovered without further incident. Cover story implicating local heroin trade as source of gunfire fed to police; no complications. Inspection of the team’s Kant counter indicates no hardware malfunction; subsequent sweep of the room indicates residual traces of multiple Rosen-Fortune Bridges recently active in the room, though this is not sufficient to explain abnormal Hume readings. A7-1 placed on long-term medical leave. Whiteboard eraser demonstrates no further anomalous properties and is discarded. INCIDENT REPORT 7143-XKR Recovered security footage confirms eyewitness reports placing SCP-7143 as participant in the attack on Area-08. Anomaly is seen breaching primary security perimeter alongside Serpent’s Hand and Confederación forces. Corroborating survivor accounts, the anomaly is riding an unidentified theropod with gold-and-blue plumage. Corroborating survivor accounts, theropod is capable of expelling fire from its mouth. Corroborating survivor accounts, anomaly attacks Foundation security forces via generation of lightning from a tree branch in its possession. Please see After-Action Report A-08 INCLEMENT GARDEN for further details. Footnotes 1. National anti-anomalous organization of the Republic of Singapore; working proxy relationship with the Foundation 1980-present. 2. Antithaumics Division Field Unit 5, stationed in Kuala Lumpur. 3. One of 18 such raids against minor thaumaturgic groups of interest made between July and September of 2017 as part of Operation PENITENT. 4. Issue recovered 02.FEB.2018 from possessions of known Serpent's Hand informant. 5. Record of sale recovered during Silver Siren asset seizure following the company’s bankruptcy filing 07.NOV.2021. 6. Anarcho-syndicalist union of pro-anomalous groups, containing several previously categorized as Insurgency cells; no direct affiliation with the mundane International Trade Union Confederation. 7. “The Postman Thoth and the Chapar Khaneh” 8. Headline: “The Oracles Are In: It’s Not Looking Good” 9. School was closed in 2008 as part of parish merger; the property had not been resold by the time of the incident. |
SCP-7144 | neutralized | Item#: 7144 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Item #: SCP-7144 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7144-1 is to be held in a locked standard object containment unit at Site-19. Monthly maintenance is to be performed to prevent rust buildup on SCP-7144-1's exterior. Additional security measures have been deemed unnecessary following incident 7144-Δ. + Archived Containment Procedures 10/8/1997 - Archived Containment Procedures 10/8/1997 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7144-1 is currently uncontained and in the possession of SCP-7144-2. Both SCP-7144-1 and SCP-7144-2 are to be closely monitored for any changes in behavior. + Archived Containment Procedures 16/2/1996 - Archived Containment Procedures 16/2/1996 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7144-1 and SCP-7144-2 are to be held together in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-19. In the event of SCP-7144-1 entering its hostile state, the interior of the chamber is to be flooded with halothane gas. If the resulting incapacitation of SCP-7144-2 fails to pacify SCP-7144-1, the current instance is to be incapacitated via gunfire extreme heat [See Incident 7144-γ] At no point should SCP-7144-1 and SCP-7144-2 be separated from one another for more than 60 30 5 minutes1 . Use of force is permitted in achieving this result. [See SCP-7144-C] In an effort to reduce the frequency of SCP-7144-1 hostile events, VCR tapes, music CDs, and books are to be provided to SCP-7144-2 upon request. + Archived Containment Procedures 10/10/1995 - Archived Containment Procedures 10/10/1995 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7144-1 is to be contained in a reinforced concrete containment chamber at Site-19. At least two armed guards are to be stationed outside SCP-7144-1's chamber at all times. In the event of a containment breach, personnel are instructed to incapacitate the current instance through blunt force or extreme heat. SCP-7144-2 is to be monitored for anomalous activity and/or changes in daily routines. + Archived Containment Procedures 23/9/1995 - Archived Containment Procedures 23/9/1995 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7144-1 is to be held in a locked standard object containment unit at Site-19 Relegation to Anomalous Item status has been scheduled for 1/11/1995 Description: SCP-7144 is a phenomenon affecting Andrew Davidson and his mobile hot dog stand, designated in this document as SCP-7144-2 and SCP-7144-1, respectively. SCP-7144-1 is a mobile food stand modified for the preparation and sale of hot dogs. SCP-7144-1's make and model are similar to hot dog carts produced throughout the mid 1900s. Apart from its sole anomalous effects, SCP-7144-1 is functionally identical to a non-anomalous hot dog cart. It is not currently known when SCP-7144-1 was first constructed. SCP-7144-2 is a 45-year-old male possessing no anomalous traits when not utilizing SCP-7144-1. Physical examination has revealed the subject to be in good health, although his mental state has degraded considerably while under Foundation custody. Records indicate that SCP-7144-2 has been selling hot dogs for more than 27 years and that SCP-7144-1 has been in the possession of the Davidson family since the early 1940s. SCP-7144-1 possesses the ability to produce a seemingly unlimited number of hot dogs when used by SCP-7144-2, hereby designated as SCP-7144-3. Hot dogs produced by SCP-7144-1 spontaneously manifest in the object’s hot water tank but do not appear to be directly influenced by the actions of SCP-7144-2. Instances of SCP-7144-3 are safe for human consumption, with testing revealing no noticeable abnormalities. Spectroscopic testing has revealed that SCP-7144-3 specimens have an identical chemical composition to Nathan's-brand hot dogs. SCP-7144 came to the Foundation's attention during a routine sweep of the New York metropolitan area in the August of 1995. Further investigation by Foundation agents revealed localized downward spikes in hume levels when SCP-7144-2 utilized SCP-7144-1 to conduct business. SCP-7144-1 was subsequently contained under the guise of a New York Health Department violation.2 Audio Log Transcript Date: 9/8/1995 Subject: SCP-7144-1 Classification Team Lead: Dr. James Palmer [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Palmer: Are you sure this piece of junk warrants a classification? Agent Martinez: Hume readings were there, sir. Dr. Palmer: We've put the thing through every test we have. It's a cart that makes endless hot dogs. Brief Pause Come to think of it, the one guy that can actually trigger the damn thing's effect is probably back home in Brooklyn already. Can't we just add it to the anomalous object log? It'd save me a writeup. Agent Martinez: That's not my call, doctor. Dr. Palmer: ….Just toss it in a containment locker. I'll file a relegation request when I get the chance. [END LOG] Following testing, SCP-7144-2 was administered Class C Amnestics and released. Incident 7144-α On 19/9/1995, approximately 2 weeks after initial containment, SCP-7144-1 breached its containment cell. Video footage showed that SCP-7144-1 had repeatedly rammed against the door of its chamber, heavily its own exterior in the process. When confronted by security personnel, SCP-7144-1 propelled its chassis forwards at a speed of approximately 22 meters per second to strike an approaching guard, fracturing their ribcage and left clavicle. The remaining personnel proceeded to open fire on SCP-7144-1, apparently terminating it in the process. The remains of SCP-7144-1 were promptly transferred to a more secure containment cell and its containment procedures were updated. Dr. Palmer's actions during the object's initial classification are currently under review. Addendum SCP-7144-A: Following incident 7144-α, SCP-7144-1 appears to be self-repairing, regenerating material lost during its initial containment breach. At the current rate, SCP-7144-1 is expected to reach its pre-breach mass in approximately 3 weeks. SCP-7144-1 continues to exhibit the ability to launch itself at high speeds, the intensity of which have been steadily increasing.3 Re-classification to Euclid pending. Incident 7144-β SCP-7144-1 breached containment for a second time on 11/2/1996 through the use of a yellow-colored caustic fluid4 secreted from the object's water tank. SCP-7144-1 applied this fluid to the walls of its container before repeatedly crashing into the weakened section until the point of structural failure. Security personnel were once again able to incapacitate SCP-7144-1 through the combined use of incendiary weaponry and conventional firearms. Notably, SCP-7144-1 was able to withstand significantly more physical abuse than its initial escape attempt. It is theorized that SCP-7144-1 may possess a degree of sentience, shown by its tactical application of solvent during its breach of containment. Re-classification to Keter pending. Addendum SCP-7144-B: Before new containment procedures could be put into place, SCP-7144-1 facilitated its third escape attempt while in a temporary containment cell. A timeline of this breach is detailed below. Incident 7144-γ 12:00: The melted remains of SCP-7144-1 are observed to regenerate at an accelerated rate, reaching pre-incident mass by 12:13 12:15: Foundation security details are stationed outside SCP-7144-1's cell. 12:33: SCP-7144-1's surface temperature is observed to spike to 815° C 12:47 SCP-7144-1 emits a loud wailing sound at a volume of 120 db. I 12:50: Temperatures suddenly drop to expected levels 12:51: SCP-7144-1 expels a large number of humanoid, flesh-toned entities from its water tank; hereby referred to as 7144-1A. 7144-1A entities exhibited immense physical strength and attempted to force open the containment chamber's door. 12:54: SCP-7144-1 begins to secrete a mixture of fluoroantimonic acid and yellow mustard at an accelerated rate, quickly flooding its containment chamber. 7144-1A specimens appear to be immune to the fluid's effects. 1:22: Containment chamber is breached by the combined efforts of SCP-7144-1's caustic fluid and the force exerted by 7144-1A specimens. SCP-7144-1 proves to be impervious to both gunfire and extreme temperatures.5 2:50: Foundation personnel are able to terminate all SCP-7144-1A instances and incapacitate SCP-7144-1 via high explosive ordinance.6 <End Log> Testing of 7144-1A specimens has revealed them to be composed chiefly of Nathan's-brand hot dogs alongside trace amounts of organic material with a genetic profile similar to that of SCP-7144-2. Re-classification to Keter approved. 7144-1 is only going to get more difficult to keep locked up. Every time we re-contain the damn thing it comes back with something new. Are we really going to wait around until it detonates a fucking hotdog-nuke on the site? Go contain -2 and keep the two together. Everything was fine until he got out of the picture. - Area Director Kitch Following Incident 7144-γ, SCP-7144-1's containment procedures were updated to include the presence of SCP-7144-2. As of 4/4/1996 there have been no further containment breaches by SCP-7144-1. Addendum SCP-7144-C: Despite foundation efforts, SCP-7144-2's mental state has continued to deteriorate. These changes have been correlated with an increased surface temperature in SCP-7144-1. Recent events have made clear that SCP-7144-1 is much more complex than previously thought. The object grows more potent with every breach attempt and we aren't sure if there's an upper limit to what it can do. It is obvious that SCP-7144-1 is highly receptive to changes in SCP-7144-2's mental and physical health. We can't separate the two and we can't keep SCP-7144-2 happy enough in here. The best outcome for all of this is to put those two back where they started. - Dr. Abrams Seconded. I'd much rather we amnesticize a civilian or two that notices some extra sausages than deal with more of those godawful hotdog flesh monsters. - Dr. Raul Approved - Site Director Edwards Changes in containment procedures have been approved as of 14/11/1997 Incident 7144-Δ On 2/8/1999, SCP-7144-2 died in his sleep. The following morning, Foundation agents located SCP-7144-1 within the residence. Further investigation revealed SCP-7144-1 to no longer possess anomalous properties. SCP-7144-1 has been successfully secured and its containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Re-classification to Neutralized has been approved as of 5/9/1999. Investigation into 7144-2's background has shown his father to have operated SCP-7144-1 alongside his son until his death in April 1966. A note written by SCP-7144-2's father was discovered in SCP-7144-2's residence during recovery. Its contents have been transcribed below due to potential relevance to SCP-7144-1. Dear Andrew, Today marks your 16th birthday and my last day alone with ol' Carol. She'll be all yours soon, and I'm sure she'll be in good hands. Words cannot express how excited I am to teach you the family business. The job isn't pretty, but it's honest work, and I hope you'll learn to take the same pride in it as I have. Just remember I'll always be there for you, no matter what. - Dad Footnotes 1. SCP-7144-1's change in surface temperature was noted to increase rapidly when line of sight with SCP-7144-2 was broken. The rate at which this effect occurred was noted to increase over time. 2. SCP-7144-2 was provided with a hot dog cart of identical make and model post-amnestization 3. As of SCP-7144-1's final breach event, the object has been observed to move at speeds exceeding 174.3 meters per second 4. Later indentified as a mixture of fluoroantimonic acid [HSbF6] and mustard. 5. SCP-7144-1 suffered no visible damage from high-calibre rifle fire and direct application of thermite. 6. SCP-7144-1A instances did not display the same resistance to trauma as SCP-7144-1. It is unknown whether future instances would have displayed similar adaptive behavior. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7144" by Thiofanox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7144. Licensed under CC-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-7145 | safe | Item #: SCP-7145 Containment Procedures: SCP-7145 is currently stored in Item Locker #7145 in Site-19's anomalous item storage. No further procedures are considered necessary Under no circumstances is Dr. Patra to be permitted access to SCP-7145. A keycard lock has been outfitted onto Item Locker #7145 requiring Level 4 access or higher with the exception of Dr. Patra's keycard, which will be denied at any level. SCP-7145 Description: SCP-7145 is a standard magic 8-ball fortune-telling novelty item produced by Mattel, Inc. The outer shell of the object is constructed of plastic and colored to appear similar to an oversized number 8 billiards ball with the exception of a window allowing the user to view the object's interior. The interior consists of roughly 100ml of alcohol and a single 20-sided icosahedron die floating within. The die is inscribed on each side with varying answers to binary yes-or-no questions. Whenever a subject asks a binary yes-or-no question and shakes SCP-7145 immediately proceeding, the die will display one of the 20 sides inscribed with an answer to the question. If the question asked relates to a matter which can be proven with unequivocal fact, the returned answer will always be correct. This is true regardless of whether or not the events required to transpire in order to prove the answer correct have occurred. Investigation is currently ongoing into whether the object alters reality such that its responses are correct or if the object is only capable of correctly predicting what is already going to happen. Addendum 7145-1: Testing Logs Certain logs have been redacted for brevity. You may request a full list of test logs from your site's documentation department. ► Pre-Voluntary Testing Period ▼ Close Logs Test Number: 001 Subject: D-86753 Input Statement: "Will those assholes in the booth ever shut up?" Output: "As I see it, yes." Results: Per standard protocol, assigned testing staff were silent. It is uncertain if this was also due to SCP-7145's properties. Test Number: 002 Subject: D-86753 Input Statement: "Does Mary still love me?" Output: "Don't count on it." Result: Mary McKay was questioned by an undercover MTF agent, who confessed that her feelings for D-86753 had waned during his incarceration and no longer cared for him. Test Number: 003 Subject: D-86753 Input Statement: "Will I ever see Mary again?" Output: "You may rely on it." Result: As part of an unrelated investigation, Mary McKay was brought in to Site-19 for questioning. D-86753 confessed to seeing her as she was being escorted to an interview room. Test Number: 008 Subject: D-77238 Input Statement: "Will I be a millionaire tomorrow?" Output: "As I see it, yes." Result: The following day, D-77238's mother, father, and grandfather were all killed in a vehicle collision. The resulting life insurance payouts and transfers from the individuals final wills total roughly $1.3 million dollars. D-77238's assets were frozen within the following hour. Note: Following this test, SCP-7145 was cleared for voluntary staff testing. ► Voluntary Testing-inclusive Period ▼ Close Logs Test Number: 12 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Will the cafeteria lunch be any good today?" Output: "Ask again later." Result: Null. This is the first instance of SCP-7145 returning an inconclusive response. Test Number: 17 Subject: D-68750 Input Statement: "Will I be getting out of here any time soon?" Output: "Most likely." Result: Security teams have been advised of the potential for D-68750's escape. At the time of writing, nothing has occurred to confirm the output. Test Number: 18 Subject: Dr. Connors Input Statement: "Will D-68750 escape the facility?" Output: "My sources say no." Result: Inconclusive. This appears to contradict the output of the previous test. This has lead to the belief in some research staff that SCP-7145 will lie to subjects in order to bring them comfort. Confirmation of this theory would imply some level of sentience inherent to SCP-7145. Test Number: 19 Subject: D-68750 Input Statement: "Is there an afterlife?" Output: "It is certain." Result: Inconclusive. This test was performed informally. During pre-testing object retrieval, SCP-018 broke containment, then bounced down a corridor and into the anomalous item storage facility, where it struck D-68750. D-68750 sustained three broken ribs and a ruptured lung. Test was performed as D-68750 lay injured on the facility floor. D-68750 was pronounced dead within ten minutes, and was transferred to an off-site graveyard. Following this incident, involuntary D-class testing has been phased out. ► Involuntary Testing Ban Period ▼ Close Logs Test Number: 21 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Will the cafeteria lunch be any good today?" Output: "Ask again later." Result: Null, results have not varied relative to test number 12. Test Number: 22 Subject: Dr. Sheeran Input Statement: "Will I finally receive a promotion at the meeting tonight?" Output: "Outlook good." Result: On 1/24/2022, Dr. Sheeran received a promotion to the status of Level-4 Senior Researcher. Test Number: 23 Subject: Dr. Sheeran Input Statement: "Oh magic ball, will you ever do me wrong?" Output: "Yes." Result: Dr. Sheeran retrieved SCP-7145 for testing excitedly, but left the storage facility after returning it to its locker markedly downtrodden. Dr. Sheeran would be struck by a commuter bus on his drive home later that night, rendering him unable to continue service. Following this incident, all testing has been phased out. Requests to use SCP-7145 for testing must be directed to Dr. Patra for approval. ► By Request Only Testing Period ▼ Close Logs Test Number: 24 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Will the cafeteria lunch be any good today?" Output: "Ask again later." Result: Null, results have not varied relative to test number 12. Test Number: 25 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Will the cafeteria lunch be any good today?" Output: "Ask again later." Result: Null, results have not varied relative to test number 12. 38 redundant logs redacted for brevity. Test Number: 63 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Please, just tell me if the food is gonna be good or not." Output: "Ask again later." Result: Null, results have not varied relative to test number 12. Test Number: 64 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: "Is the response to the next question I ask going to be 'ask again later?'" Output: "Without a doubt." Result: This is the first deviation in output to testing wherein Dr. Patra is the subject. This caused Dr. Patra to stare at SCP-7145 for a considerable length of time, before performing test number 65. Test Number: 65 Subject: Dr. Patra Input Statement: Null. Dr. Patra began to beat herself in the forehead repeatedly, using SCP-7145 as a bludgeoning tool. Output(s): "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." "Ask again later." +8 more… Result: Dr. Patra sustained considerable head trauma and fell into a comatose state before site security noticed the incident occurring and apprehended her. Dr. Patra was immediately transported to the Site-19 Medical Wing. Addendum 7145-2: Patient First Verbal Response Log (PFVRL) ► Patra PFVRL 1 - 2/28/2022 ▼ Close Log Log Date: 2/28/2022 Patient: Dr. Patra Responding Medical Staff: Dr. Wheeling Begin Log. Dr. Patra groans, then grasps her forehead. She groans louder as her hand makes an impact on her head wound. Dr. Wheeling: Sunrise, parabellum! Dr. Patra: Ugh. Dr. Wheeling: Hello, miss. Do you know where- Dr. Patra: Site-19, I guess this is the medical wing. I'm Cleo, and I beat myself with that fucking 8-ball. Dr. Wheeling: Oh good, your thoughts and memories are quite intact, at least so far. Dr. Patra: I was kind of hoping my first medical report would be from something more, I don't know, badass. This is just embarrassing. God, and the fucking headache. Dr. Patra grabs her head gently, attempting to massage her temples. Dr. Wheeling: Hey, I've seen people come in here for far more embarrassing first-times. I promise this one's not as dumb as it could be. Although, what did you go and do that for in the first place? Dr. Patra: I really don't want to answer that. Dr. Wheeling: As much as I'd like to say I'm only asking out of curiosity, I'm also asking for procedure. Sorry. Dr. Patra: Ugh. I think I… Honestly, I think I wanted to break it. Just so I don't have to go back to it. Dr. Wheeling: Elaborate. Dr. Patra: It's just that stupid response! I can't just leave and put it down and be content without knowing the answer. I have to keep going back! I'm not talking about your average unfulfilled curiosity, I don't have a choice! I can't just not go back and ask about my fucking lunch again. Dr. Wheeling: If it helps, it wasn't the cafeteria's best ham and potatoes today. Dr. Patra: Thanks for the gesture, but it doesn't help. Just- Dr. Patra groans and grabs the sides of her head again. Dr. Patra: Do you have any idea as to when I'll be good enough to get out of here and incur whatever wrath is awaiting me at the disciplinary hearing I'm gonna get? Dr. Wheeling: Well, you've sustained considerable trauma to the noggin, including a grade-3 concussion, which, y'know, is not good. You've also got a pretty decent wound and a lot of bruising where you attempted to bash your skull in, which, come to think of it, I'm surprised actually isn't fractured. You'll probably be in and out of consciousness for a little while here. It's too early to give you a solid date, you're better off asking again later when you've stabili- Dr. Patra's heart rate sharply increases. She loses consciousness again. End Log. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7145" by cwazzycwafter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7145. Licensed under CC-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: 8ball Name: Magic 8 Ball - Do I get my Christmas wish? (6521326205).jpg Author: frankieleon License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7147 | neutralized | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7147 classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7147 Item#: 7147 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo The tree line surrounding SCP-7147. Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-7147 has been purchased and marked as private property. Observation Post 714 is to remain staffed by at least one security guard at all times. Any civilians found trespassing are to be turned over to the local authorities; no further actions are deemed necessary. SCP-7147 is to be tested for the reemergence of anomalous phenomena on a monthly basis. In the event that SCP-7147's previous anomalous capabilities are restored the O5 council is to be notified immediately. Following this, all mentions of SCP-7147 in the Foundation database, including the entirety of this file, are to be expunged. As of 07/25/2022, no further attempts to deliberately restore SCP-7147's anomalous attributes are to be undertaken. + Archived Containment Procedures Close File Special Containment Procedures: Observation Post 714 has been constructed in the near vicinity of SCP-7147, under the guise of a privately owned research station. On-site personnel are tasked with deterring civilians exploration of the area and prepping for upcoming performances of Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES. Personnel assigned to SCP-7147 are to have their amnesticization record1 screened to ensure they meet the requirements outlined in RAISA-Mandate-49123. Any personnel who fail to meet such requirements are prohibited from working with SCP-7147. All proposals to perform Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES must be approved by two personnel of Level 4/7147 clearance as well as the Decommissioning Department. Description: SCP-7147 is a forest glade located in the Olympic Mountains of the Pacific Northwest. The perimeter of SCP-7147 has developed in a manner which resembles the Foundation insignia. Prior to 05/17/2022, any objects, entities, or concepts recognized as anomalous by the Foundation that were brought into SCP-7147 would either disappear entirely or be permanently altered in such a way so as to conform with consensus reality, effectively neutralizing all anomalous phenomenon. Addendum 7147-1: Discovery SCP-7147 was first encountered by members of MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") on 03/05/2022. The detachment was in the process of tracking four instances of SCP-████ which had recently escaped from a nearby GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) facility. During pursuit, one of the SCP-████ instances fled towards SCP-7147, however, upon clearing the tree line, the entity was transformed into a snowshoe hare (Lepus americanus), allowing it to be captured without further difficulty. While the coordinates and time of the incident were recorded, further investigation was postponed until the completion of the MTF's objective. Following the successful capture of the rest of the SCP-████ instances, the Lepus americanus specimen was tested and confirmed to no longer possess anomalous abilities. The subsequent incident investigation ultimately determined that SCP-7147 was the cause of the entity's neutralization. This discovery led to the establishment of Observation Post 714 as well as the initialization of a series of tests to determine the extent of SCP-7147's capabilities. + Access RAISA Notice Close File NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Please note that all official files written before 05/17/2022 refer to SCP-7147 as UAE-OP714-1. The UAE (Unclassified Anomalous Entity) type designation is a temporary placeholder used in official documents for anomalies that have not yet been given a proper designation or file. The reason for the two month delay between SCP-7147's discovery and its proper classification was an unexpected influx of anomalous phenomenon across the globe, leading to a backlog of requests submitted to the Classification Committee. Addendum 7147-2: Test Logs All anomalies tested were brought into SCP-7147 before being transferred to one of Observation Post 714's isolated testing rooms. Testing was overseen by Dr. Alexander Sharpe and Dr. Serena Lewis. Below is an abridged test log. + Access Abridged Test Log Close File Anomaly Tested Notes Results AO-00013 AO-00013 is a six-sided die which occasionally lands on a 7. AO-00013 has not been observed to land on a 7 since entering UAE-OP714-1. SCP-444 Test was conducted to determine the effect of UAE-OP714-1 on individuals afflicted by a memetic pathogen. Testing procedure consisted of a subject infected with SCP-444 being brought within UAE-OP714-1. Language recognition software was then used to determine if they were still infected. Agents present for the test were provided with appropriate noise-cancelling headsets. Upon entering, the subject appeared to be confused and disoriented. After some time they spoke the English word "Hello?" and recoiled in surprise, at which point they were removed from UAE-OP714-1. Post-test analysis has revealed that all changes to brain structure caused by SCP-444 were reverted. Additionally, the subjects' memories were altered such that all echoic memories2 of SCP-444 had been removed, leaving them to believe they had spent the past several months in silence. Y-909 No plans to test the Y-909 substance were ever made, however, Agent Finnegan, who was assisting in testing UAE-OP714-1, had been previously administered Y-909 derivative amnestics. Upon entering UAE-OP714-1 Agent Finnegan regained memories previously removed by Y-909 based amnestics. Though this initially went unnoticed, Agent Finnegan reported himself to his superior under the belief that the reemerging memories were invasive thoughts brought on by a memetic hazard. Following this incident, all staff assigned to work on UAE-OP714-1 are to have their amnesticization records screened to prevent breaches of informational security. Kant Counter This test was originally meant to determine the hume levels found within UAE-OP714-1, not the effects of UAE-OP714-1 on kant counters. All kant counters brought within UAE-OP714-1 returned an error reading. Subsequent tests revealed all electrical components within the counters to still be operational, however, the [REDACTED] component was found to no longer react to hume differentials. The implications of this result are still being investigated. SCP-682 As per standard procedure, a tissue sample of SCP-682 was used in place of SCP-682 itself. The tissue sample disappeared immediately, leaving no traces. SCP-682 was noted to face the direction of UAE-OP714-1 from its cell at Site-19 upon the completion of the test. UAE-OP714-2 During regular testing an organism resembling a coyote (Canis latrans) was seen in the near vicinity of UAE-OP714-1. Research staff witnessed the coyote (later designated as UAE-OP714-2) use minor telekinetic abilities. After some time the specimen wandered into UAE-OP714-1. The Canis latrans specimen was unaffected by UAE-OP714-1. A non-anomalous paperclip Dr. Lewis proposed the creation of a fake SCP file with subject being a non-anomalous paperclip. The file described the existence of the paperclip as anomalous. This paperclip was then brought within UAE-OP714-1. The paperclip disappeared. Addendum 7147-3: Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES Proposal Upon the completion of the initial battery of tests, the following memorandum and proposal were submitted to the O5 council. + Access Memorandum Close File To: The Office of the O5 From: Dr. Alexander Sharpe Subject: Proposal for Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES Esteemed members of the O5 Council, I am writing to inform you of a major breakthrough with the anomalous glade recently discovered in the Olympic Mountains. You tasked me with determining the extent of UAE-OP714-1's abilities and I must confess I was not expecting the results we found. The short of it is that we have been granted a boon. A genuine stroke of good luck. The glade does not simply neutralize anomalies, instead, it neutralizes whatever the Foundation recognizes as anomalous. This small distinction has opened a number of possibilities for us: The Foundation would be able to neutralize anomalies that cannot be successfully transported to the glade. By creating an SCP file that designates a proxy item as the source of a separate anomaly's effects, we would only need to bring the proxy within UAE-OP714-1 to be rid of the anomaly. The Foundation would be able to neutralize non-localized anomalies. (See above) The Foundation would be able to neutralize non-anomalous threats. While this may seem to go beyond our jurisdiction, we are often forced to deal with GoIs which, while not inherently anomalous, utilize anomalies for their own benefit. The Foundation would be able to neutralize certain harmful aspects of anomalies while keeping those components which we deem beneficial. This could be accomplished through precise rewrites of our files that would outline certain undesirable features as anomalous while noting other features to be accepted as a part of baseline reality. I recognize that the Foundation is not in the business of destroying the anomalous, and that manipulating the non-anomalous to our benefit may not align with our modus operandi, however, I believe it is our duty to seize this opportunity for change, for the betterment of humanity. I have neglected to mention that the glade has taken up the shape of our insignia. If this is not a clear declaration from the universe in its trust of our mission, of our capabilities, then I do not know what is. Secure, Contain, Protect, Colead Researcher of Observation Post 714, Dr. Alexander Sharpe. + Access Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES Close File Procedure Proposal: Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES Procedure Designation: Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES Procedure Type: Digital File Creation Primary Aim: To decommission threats to the Foundation and humanity as a whole. Required Materials: UAE-OP714-1, Administrative clearance to alter the Foundation database as necessary. Required Funding: N/A Involved Persons: Head Researcher of UAE-OP714-1: Dr. Alexander Sharpe Decommissioning Department Liaison: [ROLE UNASSIGNED] RAISA Liaison: [ROLE UNASSIGNED] O5 Council Liaison: [ROLE UNASSIGNED] Execution: All proposals to execute Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES on anomalous objects must be approved by the Head Researcher of UAE-OP714-1 and undergo proper decommissioning approval. Upon receiving approval an SCP file will be drafted which highlights the undesired anomalous phenomena as being caused by a harmless proxy object located at Observation Post 714. This file will then be uploaded to a secure Foundation server by the designated RAISA Liaison and the proxy object will be brought within UAE-OP714-1. Once the decommissioning is confirmed the file is to be designated as a -D or fully expunged. Uses of Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES on non-anomalous objects/entities/phenomena must receive additional approval from the Office of the O5 to ensure the procedure is used in accordance with the Foundation's mission statement. Contingencies: To prevent UAE-OP714-1's anomalous abilities from affecting itself, any files which detail UAE-OP714-1 or its effects must explicitly refer to it as non-anomalous. This would require the following actions to be undertaken: Redacting all references to UAE-OP714-1 as anomalous in this proposal as well as the associated memorandum. The careful crafting of UAE-OP714-1's SCP file to ensure there are no explicit or implicit references to it as anomalous. It is recommended that a specialist from the Department of Miscommunications be consulted on this matter. Assigning UAE-OP714-1 the Eparch classification. After careful deliberation, the O5 Council voted in favor of a slightly modified version of Procedure 700-HARPOCRATES with several changes being added to the approval process. Firstly, all proposals regarding non-anomalous entities must be approved by the Ethics Committee. Secondly, the number of Level 4/7147 personnel required to receive approval was changed to two. Addendum 7147-4: Neutralization On 05/17/2022 UAE-OP714-1 was assigned the official designation of SCP-7147. Despite all contingency plans being followed, SCP-7147 was found to be neutralized. Immediate investigation revealed a single note to be located at the center of SCP-7147. + Access Note Close File Am I really one of them? I'm sorry. Footnotes 1. An official record detailing the dates, associated clearance levels, and any related incidents for every time a member of staff has been administered amnestics. 2. 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SCP-7148 | keter | SCP-7148 Byㅤ basirskipreader Published on 15 Oct 2022 01:14 SCP-7148 Item #: SCP-7148 Special Containment Procedures: Various oases are to be established and sustained around the Fertile Crescent, with provisions of food and water for stranded persons to deter manifestations of SCP-7148. Recording instruments like video cameras, microphones, Akiva radiation trackers, thermometers, etc., are set up therein to track and monitor SCP-7148. Its presence in the desert is to be explained through dissemination of Cover Story 6F3 ("Religious Pilgrim"). All instances of SCP-7148-F offered by SCP-7148 are to be confiscated and, if cleared of anomalous traits, distributed. Description: SCP-7148 is a Levantine human male covered in scars roaming in a 5 kilometer radius around and within the Negev Desert. It speaks in an unknown dialect of the Hebrew language. Despite this, when a person is spoken to directly by SCP-7148, they comprehend its words as if spoken to in their native language. When a person suffering from dehydration or starvation comes into contact with SCP-7148, they are given a supply of goat's milk stored in a leather pouch given separately together with a tiny seed-shaped white substance wrapped in leather and sinew (hereby referred to as SCP-7148-FH and -FM). SCP-7148 will offer a trade for any object, prioritizing plant seeds and fresh soil, in exchange for SCP-7148-FH and -FM. Refusal of the offer has no consequences and will still lead to SCP-7148 giving out SCP-7148-FH and -FM. Carbon dating of SCP-7148-FH and -FM reveals that it dates back to around the Late Bronze Age, while temporal degradation analysis of SCP-7148-FH and -FM demonstrate that it is enough to last for 40 years. Anomalous particulate and caloric analysis of SCP-7148-FH and -FM demonstrates that both have faint traces of Akiva radiation and zero calories. Addendum: MTF Dalet-603 ("Desert Foxes") ran out of food supplies during an expedition into the Arabian Desert. Due to moderate starvation within the group, SCP-7148 manifested within 5 meters of Dalet-603. After approaching the MTF, SCP-7148 attempted to give them an instance of SCP-7148-F, but SCP-7148 found that it was lacking in both SCP-7148-FH and -FM. It brought out a knife, carved out 1 square meter of its skin, and drained a litre of blood from itself while grunting in pain. The skin and blood turned into SCP-7148-FH and SCP-7148-FM instances, respectively. MTF Dalet-603 took this opportunity to chip SCP-7148, for better tracking of its manifestations in the future. Addendum: Below is the most recent log of SCP-7148, post-chipping. [SCP-7148 is spotted near a Foundation desert oasis. It is carrying SCP-7148-F instances. To better observe SCP-7148, a camera closer to it is chosen.] [An unknown individual, later identified as civilian Jacob Leibowitz, approaches SCP-7148. They are mildly dehydrated. SCP-7148 notices them and approaches with an SCP-7148-F instance] Leibowitz: Thanks for the drink. [Inaudible murmuring from SCP-7148] Leibowitz: Seeds? I have a bunch of figs here, is that enough? [SCP-7148 nods. Leibowitz smiles] Leibowitz: Probably would have collapsed out there if it wasn't for your food. Stay safe! [Leibowitz leaves the area. SCP-7148 brings out a pouch filled with various seeds of various plants. It grabs a handful of seeds and buries them into the sandy soil, then gathers the wood near the oasis and forms a fence around the seeds. SCP-7148 eats the figs, but quickly suffers an extremely severe bout of emesis.] [Ten kilometers away from SCP-7148, Foundation anemometers detect a sandstorm.] [The sandstorm is 500 meters away from SCP-7148. It notices the sandstorm. It starts digging in the sand with his bare hands.] [The sandstorm is 100 meters away from SCP-7148. It has made a small hole to hide in. SCP-7148-FH covers the hole.] [For 40 days, cameras cannot see anything due to the sandstorm. Microphones near the hole detect sobbing and cracking sounds.] [SCP-7148 climbs out of the hole after the sandstorm has subsided. The Foundation-issued oasis is fully covered in sand, and the planted seeds and fence are nowhere to be found. SCP-7148 collapses on the sand and cries. The hole is covered in high-quality SCP-7148-FH and SCP-7148-FM instances. SCP-7148 is covered in more scars.] [After crying, SCP-7148 gathers the created SCP-7148-FH and -FM instances and swallows them. SCP-7148 walks again. Microphones near SCP-7148 detect a voice.] SCP-7148: …איפה נבו…1 Afterword: During the sandstorm, Foundation instruments detected abnormally high levels of Akiva radiation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7148" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7148. Licensed under CC-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. lit. "Where is Nebo…" |
SCP-7149 | euclid | Former President of the United States Richard Nixon, the genetic origin of SCP-7149-B. Item #: SCP-7149 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7149-A's hostile disposition towards the Foundation and its propensity for weaponizing SCP-7149-B's properties against personnel interacting with it, the object has been relegated to solitary confinement in Site-55's humanoid containment wing. Personnel affected by SCP-7149-B are to report to the SCP-7149 project lead before consuming their next meal. Description: SCP-7149 refers to two interrelated anomalies, designated SCP-7149-A and SCP-7149-B. SCP-7149-A is Henry Evanson, a 27-year-old male who possesses minor ontokinetic properties from Durango, Colorado, United States. SCP-7149-A was a member of GoI-5869 (Gamers Against Weed), and utilized the handle "australiumrules" in relevant chatrooms until they were captured by the Foundation. SCP-7149-B is a phrase, which when directed by SCP-7149-A towards another human, will result in the affected individual’s next meal becoming genetically identical to Richard Nixon. This effect extends to all foodstuffs, regardless of whether it is meat or plant-based. Foodstuffs affected by SCP-7149-B will still appear identical to their unaltered versions. Foundation-employed cannibals affected by SCP-7149-B have confirmed that this effect additionally translates to the taste of their food; it apparently becoming flavored similar to human flesh. Non-ritualistic cannibals1 report that SCP-7149-B-affected foodstuffs tastes similar to pork. Addendum: The following is an interview carried out with SCP-7149-A upon being contained and prior to the discovery of SCP-7149-B. Interrogated: Henry Evanson (SCP-71492) Interrogator: Researcher Rex Alces, Site-55 Groups of Interest Research <BEGIN LOG> [SCP-7149 is seated with its hands cuffed behind its back in the interrogation chamber. Researcher Alces enters and takes a seat across from SCP-7149.] Alces: Good afternoon, Mister Evanson. I'm Researcher Alces, and I will be handling your intake interview. SCP-7149: Please, Mister Evanson was my father. Call me australiumrules. Alces: Is that your online handle? SCP-7149: I thought you people researched this crap. This is something you should know. Alces: I, uh. I'm just confirming it for the record. [SCP-7149 laughs and leans back on its chair.] SCP-7149: What the hell is this, amateur hour? Alces: … SCP-7149: Listen, I know how this is going to work, Jailor. Alces: Oh yeah? SCP-7149: It's obvious. You're gonna put on a tough guy act and ask me about my guys, gals, and nonbinary pals from the internet. I'm not gonna answer. You're going to threaten me with something. I'm not gonna budge. Alces: Anything we can do to sweeten the deal for you? SCP-7149: Fuck you. Alces: If you're not going to cooperate, I'm just going to leave. [SCP-7149 shrugs.] SCP-7149: Whatever, dude. You suck at this, lol. Alces: Did you just say "lol" in person? SCP-7149: So what if I did? Alces: Why am I wasting my time with such a low-effort shitposter? SCP-7149: Oh yeah? Eat a Dick, Jailor. Alces: I'm not missing my lunch over this. SCP-7149: Enjoy your meal. [SCP-7149 stifles a laugh.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Otherwise known as individuals who have not engaged in cannibalism prior to exposure to SCP-7149-B. 2. Prior to the discovery of SCP-7149-B, Evanson was labelled SCP-7149. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-726-EX • SCP-4432 • SCP-3297 • SCP-1542 • SCP-7573 • SCP-6832 • SCP-8400 • SCP-057-INT • SCP-4003 • SCP-4176 • SCP-4046 • SCP-ES-076 • SCP-ES-101-J • SCP-6512 • SCP-4934 • Tales/GoI Formats Reality TV, Designer Pets, and Fine Dining • SCP Wiki Discussion Page Simulator • Sebastian • Surprise! Happy Birthday! Just as the clock strikes midnight... • Fifteenth Anonymous Donation • RAISA-6147 (PENDING ASSIGNMENT) • Clef Goes To The DMV • Tim Wilson's Close Shave • Halloween Anthology In Boring 2021 • A Tale Of Petty Revenge • SC-99/734/01/506 • Before the Storm • Masquerade's End • The Case of the Bathroom Cheese Labels • Dark Sushi File No. 995 "Suisame" • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • uncle nicolini author page • Ode To The Unknown Author • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7149" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7149. Licensed under CC-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: nixon.jpg Name: Richard Nixon presidential portrait Author: Department of Defense. Department of the Army. Office of the Deputy Chief of Staff for Operations. U.S. Army Audiovisual Center. (ca. 1974 - 05/15/1984) License: Public Domain Source Link: Link |
SCP-7150 | euclid | This article is co-authored by two grumpy, old individuals, namely Dr Ore & slashannemoo. The "International BHL" theme utilised in this article has been provided by Woedenaz. This article utilises some elements from INT branches, but we tried our best to adapt them to EN readers. There might be some grammar mistakes, or sentences that look awkward to a native speaker. Feedback is greatly appreciated. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-7150 Level 4/7150 Secret Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7150 is currently contained at Site PT81; the infrastructure intended to comprise SCP-7150's containment solutions is part of Project Euphrosyne, which is currently headed by Maj. Cecilia Gaspar de Abreu, PhD. MD. SCP-7150 is contained in a special-purpose humanoid containment cell equipped with environmental control, life-support systems, subsystems for the maintenance of water & sewage, and the delivery of assets; moreover, the cell has received several accessibility adaptations in consideration for SCP-7150's decreased mobility. Audiovisual surveillance equipment is currently maintained by the AI Camomila. Considering the SCP-7150's anomalous effects, their containment zone has been projected with a fifteen-meter radius exclusion zone; only Project personnel may have access to SCP-7150. The specialized psychophysical accompaniment for the health & safety purposes of SCP-7150 is currently conducted by a body of medical specialists involved with the Project. Any interactions with SCP-7150 must be performed under constant audiovisual surveillance, including during any pre-programmed, or extraordinary activities. A sobriety coin is to be granted to SCP-7150 at every milestone of their alcoholism treatment. Any requests are to be provided at the discretion of the project manager in accordance with the safety regulations outlined in the Project's memorandum, and Site PT8's internal regiment. As means of providing maintenance to SCP-7150's status as a deity, and guaranteeing their continuous existence, Project Euphrosyne has outlined a set of actions to promote, and recognize their deific characteristics, and qualities through a series of internal informational works as means of aiding their psychophysical recovery. The Directorate for the Administration of Archives, and Security of Information of the Lusophone Foundation2 partnered with the Records and Information Security Administration of the Anglophone Foundation, and Site Concordia3, in order to provide access to project information to prospective researchers of international branches of the Foundation through indexation as an entry into the General Standardised SCP Object Index. Description: SCP-7150 is a humanoid entity with the appearance of a human female approximately 40 years of age. They currently weigh 65 kg, and measure 180 cm in height. The entity identifies themself as "Tyche", and claims to be the Greek goddess of chance, fortune, and luck. In terms of mechanical metaphysics, it is currently understood that SCP-7150 functionally manipulates a type of paraphysical energy associated with causality, and chance. The manipulation of this theorized resource effectively allows the entity to influence the rate of beneficial and detrimental probalistic outcomes of a given target, including its own. However, in order to highen one subject's amount of pataphysical energy to increase the rate of its fortunate events, it must be taken from another subject, thereby increasing this target's rate of detrimental probabilistic outcomes. This ability appears to be constrained to a ten-metre radius around SCP-7150 regardless of any other factors; no specific Foundation-made paratechnology currently in use is capable of inhibiting this ability as it does not specifically concern the alteration of substantial characteristics of reality. Records indicate that the effects of SCP-7150 were reported around the year 2000, when it was observed abusing its anomalous capabilities in the city of ███████, Portugal; these effects caused the entire municipality to suffer from a higher-than-average amount of unfortunate events; it was later found out that SCP-7150 profited from the beneficial probabilistic outcomes, such as locating large sums of lost money, winning local lotteries and gambling games, and exceptional performance in several video games with luck-based mechanics4. Although the impact of these events was initially negligible —, as they were limited to misplaced or lost items, poor weather, and a slightly weakened economic performance of the commercial sector in the metropolitan area —, the effects of SCP-7150 greatly increased in both numerosity, and intensity over time. By the year 2005, crime rates in the metropolitan area began to rise, notably forms of theft (including industrial theft), and property damage; By the year 2008, the municipality began suffering disproportionally from the onsetting economic recession, resulting in greater monetary, and property losses By the year 2010, the municipal government began having severe trouble maintaining the public infrastructure of the municipality; several cases of structural failures, and other related accidents sharply increased, causing a huge demand for public services such as civil defense, hospitals, and the police which the local offer couldn't handle; By the year 2013, both private, and public structures began exhibiting serious signals of damage, especially with electrical wiring, plumbing, and structural stability — analyses indicated that these were caused by extremely unlikely eventualities; By the year 2015, the municipality began suffering an extraordinary number of natural disasters, including health hazards such as highly infectious diseases; When SCP-7150 was finally contained in 2017, the municipality's total population had shrunk down to a seventh of its size; both public, and private infrastructure were in serious disrepair; all large-scaled employers had left the town, and the few businesses remaining were barely functioning; the effects of investments, and other such interventions only began to affect the municipality after SCP-7150 was transported outside of its geographical area to a containment facility. Before their containment, however, SCP-7150 managed to evade capture for over a decade via a series of (un)fortunate (mis)happenings; containment efforts were continuously frustrated due to numerous reasons such as sudden critical component failures of Foundation assets, the interruption of operations due to unexpected events, human error, and the unpredictability of the SCP-7150's actions due their near-constant state of inebriation. + OPEN ABRIDGED LOG OF CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS. - CLOSE ABRIDGED LOG OF CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS. SITE PT8 DEPARTMENT OF ARCHIVES DIRECTORATE FOR THE ADMINISTRATION OF ARCHIVES, AND SECURITY OF INFORMATION ABRIDGED LOG OF CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS — SCP-7150 Date: 02.09.2007 Planned course of action: SCP-7150 was to be apprehended whilst they were walking on the sidewalk by driving up to them in an unmarked van and pulling them in. Results: SCP-7150 was approached whilst they were about to walk down a hill. The van pulled up as planned, but the vehicle's brakes failed to engage, causing the vehicle to pass the entity by as it uncontrollably drove down the hill; it was only stopped after causing a rear-end collision with another car. When first-responders arrived at the scene, Foundation personnel had suffered minor injuries; intervening police forces apprehended the task force on charges of illegal possession of weapons, conducting a vehicle without a permit, damage to the public, and private property, and 2 counts of wilful endangerment — as personnel had been caught without their seatbelts on. SCP-7150 observed the scene for several seconds before resuming their walk. Remarks: This was the first attempt to apprehend SCP-7150. Foundation personnel were released, and all the public records of the event were erased. Triage of the vehicle revealed that a brake line snapped due to a lack of maintenance. Date: 04.03.2008 Planned course of action: SCP-7150 was to be apprehended by Foundation personnel posing as local law enforcement officers. Results: SCP-7150 was successfully apprehended in a restaurant under charges of theft; whilst they were being conducted, three actual law-enforcement agents arrived at the establishment for dinner, and identified the Foundation personnel as imposters. During the confrontation, SCP-7150, who was notably intoxicated, managed to free themself from the handcuffs, and stagger out of the establishment. Sgt. Coelho, who had kept watch in case of SCP-7150's escape, tailed SCP-7150 until they staggered, tipped over a trash can by accident, and spilt its contents over the sidewalk; Sgt. Coelho, who wasn't paying attention to the debris, ended up slipping on a banana peel, and falling on his back. Civilians at the scene called on first-responders, and didn't let Sgt. Coelho moved without first receiving medical assistance. SCP-7150 managed to escape stumbling across the streets. Remarks: Records indicated that a group of criminals were posing as police officers to kidnap people, and force them to withdraw money from their accounts; Foundation personnel was not apprehended; all public records of the event were erased; Sgt. Coelho is well. Date: 23.11.2010 Planned course of action: The Germanophone Branch of the Foundation suggested that SCP-7150 could be engaged, and requested to voluntarily enter containment via negotiations; an officer of MTF DE10-ℭ "Bluthunde"5 was liaised with the Lusophone Foundation. Results: Agent Reder approached SCP-7150 when they exited a local supermarket; SCP-7150 greeted the officer, and they shook hands; when they were about to exit the area, SCP-7150's market bags's underside were ripped, and its contents spilt over the ground; when they squatted down to collect the items, a gunshot was heard. Agent Reder, who had moved in front of SCP-7150 after the spill in an attempt to assist in collecting the scattered groceries, was hit on his chest by a sniper round; SCP-7150 panicked, and ran away with the other civilians at the scene. Foundation personnel extracted Agent Reder from the scene, and transported him to get urgent medical care; personnel couldn't locate SCP-7150 amongst the civilian populace. Remarks: Lusophone Foundation officers tracked down the assailant, who turned out to be a GOC operative tasked with the elimination of SCP-7150 after they had been recognized as a major parathreat. Unfortunately, the GOC operative was found dead at his home; evidence suggesting that he had committed suicide shortly before the arrival of Foundation officers. Nonobstant of the GOC's accusations that the Lusophone Foundation has historically promoted an aggressive doctrine, and politics against GOC forces —, as well as allegations that, once again, the Lusophone Foundation has assassinated GOC operatives in retaliation, or due to their apparent classification of the GOC as a "terrorist organization" by the Lusophone Foundation, the GOC was provided with a complete criminal, and medico-legal report evaluating the situation as well as with the body of the operative perfectly conserved. Date: 13.06.2015 Planned course of action: Reports indicated that the Fascist Council of the Occult6 had operatives looking to capture, and exploit SCP-7150's anomalous abilities. The Lusophone Foundation liaised with the Italian Branch of the Foundation's SSM-I7 "Sagitta Iovis", and the Centaur Class robot sentry #004 "Nessus"8 in order to engage FCO's forces which were moving towards SCP-7150's current location, dismantle the Council's operations, and safely secure SCP-7150. Results: Foundation forces engaged FCO's forces in combat outside the metropolitan area, halting their approach; the FCO agents released a chimaeric creature towards the metropolitan area; SSM-I, and "Nessus" detached from combat to engage with the chimaera, and destroy it. During the incident, SCP-7150 was apparently intercepted by FCO forces but managed to escape; footage from the domiciliar cameras showed that the Council's agents were victims of a series of accidents — the agent who tried to capture SCP-7150 with an electrical net was electrocuted to death when the apparatus malfunctioned; the agents that tried to shoot at SCP-7150 were either victims of negligent discharge, or mechanical failures of their weapons; during a vehicular pursuit, agents collided with civilians who were trying to escape from the mayhem caused by the chimaeric entity; at least 3 agents were crushed by debris. Once the chimaeric entity was destroyed, most of the FCO's forces fled the scene; SCP-7150 couldn't be located. Intercepted FCO communications revealed that the agents which survived the engagement with SCP-7150 suffered accidents; one passed due to a sudden cardiac arrest; one survived a plane crash, and died due to food poisoning in the hospital; and the engineers tasked with the maintenance of FCO's assets, despite insisting that the assets were well-maintained, and secured, suffered a series of accidents whilst operating, or tinkering with machinery. Remarks: The mission to dismantle the FCO's operation was successful, as well as the consequent cleaning, and disinformation procedures applied throughout the municipality. THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN DIGITALLY SIGNED BY MAJ. LUCIANO CASAGRANDE ALVARES. SCP-7150 was contained on 25.07.2017. According to surveillance records, they operated a vehicle whilst, apparently, extremely inebriated; the dangerous driving caused them to be pursued by police forces for several minutes; the pursuit only ended when their vehicle collided with another vehicle whose driver exhibited similar reckless behaviour. Lusophone Foundation forces embedded in first-response units arrived at the scene shortly after the accident; despite the grievous injuries they suffered, they were rescued alive from the wreckage, and transported to Site PT8 where they were allocated to the on-site Medical Department Urgent and Emergency Care Unit; surgical interventions managed to stabilize SCP-7150's health. + OPEN INTERVIEW 7000-1. – hide block SITE PT8 DEPARTMENT OF ARCHIVES DIRECTORATE FOR THE ADMINISTRATION OF ARCHIVES, AND SECURITY OF INFORMATION TRANSCRIPT - INTERVIEW 7150-1 The following is an abridged transcript of an interview conducted during the time when SCP-7150 was still recovering from most of their injuries; medical evaluation judged SCP-7150 apt to be interviewed. At the time, their containment chamber had been provisionally adapted with medical equipment. The interview was conducted by Captain Fernando Torres Silva, Md., a medical officer trained in investigative interviewing. Capt. Silva enters SCP-7150's containment chamber, pulling up a chair to sit directly beside SCP-7150, who remained in bed as their movement was constrained by several plaster casts. SCP-7150, apparently resigned, turns their head to face Capt. Silva. SCP-7150: You are not part of the regular medical staff that is taking care of me. Capt. Silva: You are right, but I am also a medic. I am Captain Fernando Torres Silva; one of the officers of this installation's medical department; although you haven't seen me, I've been taking care of you as well, SCP-7… SCP-7150: Tyche. Capt. Silva: Excuse me? Tyche: Tyche. Call me Tyche, please; not some random number, the jig is up anyway. Don't take away my true name as well… Capt. Silva: Tyche? Wasn't your name in the civil register- Wait… Tyche… THE Tyche from Greek mythology? Why, you'll excuse me again, but that is quite extraordinary— Tyche shows visible signs of happiness; they appear to attempt to nod, but their movement is constrained by a cast around their neck. Tyche: Yes! How do you know me? Capt. Silva: I would like to tell you that I've studied the Classics, or that our specialists managed to figure out your identity, but it is thanks to surfing Wikipedia during my free time. Tyche: That's absolutely fine. Capt. Silva: Now, tell me, Tyche — we found some of your personal documents; most are forgeries, of course, but you obviously haven't been using your proper name for a while now, have you? Tyche closes her eyes for several seconds, visibly uncomfortable. Capt. Silva: Well, I wouldn't reckon that it would be wise to use your proper name if you are trying to escape from something yes? Tyche, Fortun-… Tyche: Do not say that name again, please. Capt. Silva: May I ask you why is that, Tyche? Tyche: A lot of people think that we are one, and the same — sometimes they even lump us together with Heil. But, no. Fortuna is a fucking bitch — she stole my clout when the Romans came around; I've always been nice to her, even when she lived in my shadow! I was happy to take care of her, share my glory, spend time, and just… But once they met her, she did everything, and more to just… fuck with me, and take everything I had. Capt. Silva: Do you reckon she used you? Tyche: Yes! That ungrateful —; she just discarded me at the first opportunity. Even today people will occasionally pray upon "Fortune" for good luck; never upon "Tyche". I bet she slept with all the linguists of Rome just to have that way of spiting me. Well, she got it. That harlot is now livin' grand in Vegas whilst I am completely ruined — having to seek refuge in cities in the middle of nowhere! Tyche appears to be grimacing; they take a pause of several seconds whilst Capt. Silva reassesses their condition. Capt Silva: We are very interested in the events which transpired in the latest town you've taken… refuge, Tyche. Would you be comfortable if we talked about it right now? Tyche: I… I thought as much… Not really, but — I assume we need to. I have to embrace it. Capt. Silva: "Embrace" it? Tyche: One thing after another. I assume you want to start at the beginning. Capt. Silva: That would be ideal, Tyche. Tyche: Well, it all began several years ago, in erstwhile Hellenistic Greece, even before whom you folk know as "Zeus" —… […] Capt. Silva: And that was when you escaped to ███████? Tyche: No, that only happened after Eirene, and I lost a lawsuit against Demeter; our path— Capt. Silva: Okay. Sorry for interrupting you — but a lawsuit? If I may be privy — was it a civil case? What were the charges? Tyche remains silent for several seconds, avoiding Capt. Silva's gaze. Capt. Silva: You do not need to answer right now if you are uncomfortable, Tyche. Tyche: No, no… It is fine. We were accused of child endangerment, basically. You know, Eirene, and I liked to have Plutos around — he was like our own child —, so we'd always pick him up to travel around. Capt. Silva: I assume something happened? Tyche: Indeed. But it was a small accident! He didn't even get scarred, but when we got back, Demeter just freaked out, put on charges, and dragged us to court. We had the misfortune of getting Themis as the presiding judge. Now we have a restraining order —… […] Tyche: Well, I didn't have a lot before getting sued; with almost everything taken from me as compensation, I had almost nothing. Capt. Silva: That was when you decided to move? Tyche: Indeed. Greece had become rather uncomfortable to live in a while ago already; Eirene decided to immigrate to Argentina, or Brazil — I don't quite reckon. Since I was all alone, I decided to go somewhere else as well, and so I happened to move to Portugal. Just one itty-bitty-little-problem: I was completely broke. Capt. Silva: And what did you do to solve that problem, Tyche? Tyche: Weeeeeell… I used my powers to… steal other people's Luck. Not a lot, mind you — not at first, at least… Capt. Silva: You stole their luck? Tyche: Yyyyyes… Capt. Silva: Well, let's start simple; what do you mean by "stealing their luck"? Tyche: I mean it quite literally. Luck actually exists, you know. Capt. Silva stares at Tyche for several seconds. The silent eye contact is only broken once Capt. Silva begins perusing his mobile terminal. The interview is resumed shortly after Tyche's condition is reassessed. Capt. Silva: Well, considering that luck, as you say, is a type of — energy? Tyche: Sort-of. Yes. Capt. Silva: Couldn't you have created — produced — more luck for yourself, then? My apologies if this is a sensitive subject, but, shouldn't it be possible for a goddess such as yourself? Tyche: You flatter me. Yes, your assumption would be correct if only —… if only I had been just as powerful as I was back in the days of ancient Greece. My power has waned ever since those… stuck-up Roman deities invaded… — and, well, most of it has been usurped by that bitch Fortuna — so, I can only work with the luck I have available at the moment. Capt. Silva: I am following. Tyche: So, yes. I arrived in Portugal quite desperate, so the first thing I did was take a small piece of luck from a large part of the population — a little bit from everyone, so nobody would be hurt; nothing they wouldn't regain over time. Capt. Silva nods in acknowledgement. Tyche: It improved my own luck, but with time, some of my fortunate incidents turned out to be rather unfortunate — the car I won had rust on the underside; the money bill I found turned out to be a counterfeit; the house I bought cheaply turned out to have many structural failures; that kind of stuff. Capt. Silva: My apologies; is that something to do with the fact your powers waned, Tyche? Tyche: Yes, and no. Luck, and Fortune are always in balance; they try to balance each other out. Sure, there are people who are born lucky or unlucky, but even they have their own equilibrium. But taking luck from somebody is like building a tower in the hole you got the stones from; its peak will always be on the same level as the even ground, or just barely above it. Capt. Silva: I believe I can understand that, yes. I am assuming you already knew that. Tyche: Yes, I did, but my situation was very dire. So I started taking more, and more luck from people around me — which in turn caused me to be drawn into that forming maelstrom of misfortune as their bad luck started affecting the environment around me. It was like digging a hole to cover another. Capt. Silva: And when did you notice what your actions were causing, Tyche? Tyche: About… two months after I arrived? Capt. Silva: That is interesting; you must be very sensitive to these deviations; the collateral phenomena weren't so readily visible until almost a year after your arrival. Tyche: Yes. I am a tutelary goddess. That city, and the surrounding area were technically under my protection — as I viewed them as… well… home. Although, I admit that I did a very shitty job at it. Even if I am starved of belief, offerings, and prayers — it was still my… well… my job to protect them. I was forced to helplessly watch everything that happened to every inhabitant of that town — and, I couldn't help but accept that it was all my fault. Capt. Silva: I presume that is why you started drinking — as a coping mechanism? Tyche: Yes — I stopped using my powers, and drunk to forget but it was too late. I saw… how families lost their jobs, and were evicted from their homes because they couldn't afford rent anymore; I saw old people grow sick, and die agonising; I saw people falling into abusive habits, relationships… There… there was this apartment building in the northernmost freguesia… it was crumbling; leaning in a bit to the side; the civil defence had been called to demolish it but it wasn't safe to —… Tyche seems to swallow dryly. Tyche: …it lost a few of its shingles —, one of them hit a woman that had just come back from buying groceries, and was hurrying through the street —… her skull was caved in an instant — she had two children… They could just watch… The interview is halted for several minutes whilst Capt. Silva assesses Tyche's psychophysical state. It is then resumed once Tyche is emotionally stabilised. […] Tyche: So… as I stopped manipulating the luck around myself, all the bad luck, and misfortune I had staved off hit at once. My house started collapsing on itself, so I ran to my car, and tried to… tried to escape… escape somewhere to just disappear, finally — drive, and drive — but… Capt. Silva: — you suffered that terrible accident. […] Tyche: Things will go back to normal, eventually — I hope. There might be a wave of luck, and fortune but everything will even out eventually. Capt. Silva: Do you reckon that includes you, Tyche? Tyche: Well, yes, hopefully, but I don't know when. I am soaked with bad luck now. Theoretically, it could take decades for me to recover from this — it is all the misfortune of an entire town. Capt. Silva: I can guarantee that you are safe now, and we will do everything to help you out with this predicament, Tyche. Tyche avoids her gaze for several seconds before meekly smiling. Tyche: The doctors told me I was out for some time, and that I won't find any booze in here; even if I did, I would either vomit my stomach out, or die because of all the medicaments. Capt. Silva: That is true, yes. Tyche: Good. I want to get better. […] END OF TRANSCRIPTION. CLOSING REMARKS SCP-7150 appears to be a benign, and cooperative individual; it is recommended to treat the individual through idiosyncratic means; documents, and/or operational procedures should be appended to identify SCP-7150 through their given name "Tyche" rather than their SCP designation as means of appropriately continuing, and developing Rapport. According to the latest report by the medical team responsible for the project, it should be a priority to get Tyche prepared to engage with physical, and psychological therapies as soon as possible to provide them with the best chance for recovery. THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN DIGITALLY SIGNED BY CAPT. FERNANDO TORRES SILVA. The psychophysical treatments employed for the recovery of SCP-7150 managed to rehabilitate their health with minor difficulties, although their physical health could not be completely restored (they require the use of a cane for walking), containment procedures have been developed, and sophisticated throughout its stay at Site PT8 as means of reducing the chance, and factors which befell them during its initial months in containment.9 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7150" by slashannemooslashannemoo and Dr Ore, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7150. Licensed under CC-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. A secure facility of the Lusophone Foundation (SCP-PT) located in the municipality of Faro, Portugal; it is a military facility with specialised aeroportuary, and medical infrastructure for the containment of anomalies, and research. 2. An internal division of the Lusophone Foundation equivalent to the RAISA of the Anglophone Foundation. 3. The administrative headquarters of the INTernational Archives of the Foundation. It is a specialised installation located near Bern, Switzerland which is utilised as a centre for international collaboration, and cooperation between the branches of the Foundation. 4. A review of the SCP-7150's Grandblue Fantasy, Fate Grand Order, and Final Fantasy Brave Exvius accounts showed that they managed to obtain the best possible characters, and resources with little expenditure. 5. 10-Edgar "Blood Hounds", a task force specialised on tracking escaped anomalies, and negotiating with them to convince a willful return to containment. 6. It is an organisation of individuals still loyal to Italian Fascism; their purpose is to use, and create anomalies to cause significant damage, destabilize social order, and compromising security & the Veil. 7. Squadre Speciali Mobili (Special Mobile Squads). 8. A quadrupedal drone intended for assault operations involving highly-dangerous anomalous entities. 9. Such as the development of allergies (and consequent food poisonings), the unintended involvement in minor containment breaches, and information breaches — the latter which was caused by SCP-7150 being capable of continuously guessing the correct password to connect with the Site's Wi-Fi. |
SCP-7151 | safe | Following the arrival of new residents, personnel are to carry out Procedure 7151-Bacchanale during anomalous activity, consisting of a simulated "house party" designed to maximize noise pollution in the surrounding area. Item #: SCP-7151 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7151 is self-containing and does not pose any serious long term threats to normalcy. Following the arrival of new residents, personnel are to carry out Procedure 7151-Bacchanale during anomalous activity, consisting of a simulated "house party" designed to maximize noise pollution in the surrounding area. Procedure 7151-Bacchanale is to be carried out for two weeks until the antimemetic properties of SCP-7151 take effect, after which the procedure may be ceased. Audio recording of SCP-7151 is strictly prohibited. Description: SCP-7151 is the designation for an approximately 70 meter stretch of road located in a suburban development near Denver, Colorado. Between 2:13 AM and 3:57 AM on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, SCP-7151 will emit loud, sonorous vocalizations (See Transcript attached at end). When inactive, SCP-7151 does not display any anomalous properties. Prolonged exposure to the vocalizations emitted by SCP-7151 will cause the affected individual to gradually lose their ability to perceive the vocalizations, and will eventually result in the subject completely forgetting the existence of the vocalizations. Mnestics have been unsuccessful in restoring memory of the vocalizations in those affected. No reports of the anomalous activity filed by long term residents exist, however, new residents have been known to report hearing distressing vocalization during the night on occasion. These concerns are invariably dropped within a 2 week timespan following initial exposure. Addendum: Transcript of vocalizations emitted by SCP-7151. God, please! Someone open the door! Anyone, please help. My husband, he's going to find me. God, I know someone can hear me. Please let me in! He's going to find me soon! I know you know who I am please, just please, someone help me! I don't have a lot of time! Please don't ignore me, I promise I won't steal anything. Oh God, he's gonna find me soon… More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-6541 • SCP-8105 • SCP-8541 • SCP-7419 • SCP-7783 • SPHERE • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-7471 • SCP-3169 • SCP-7811 • SCP-7541 • SCP-8465 • SCP-8031 • SCP-7575 • SCP-8010 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7151" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7151. Licensed under CC-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-7152 | safe | SCP-7152 - Water To Wine ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 7152 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director K. Vittnner Jr. Researcher Parks N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7152 is stored in a Secure Containment Locker at Site-115. SCP-7152 must be empty at all times with the exception of authorized testing. SCP-7152 must be clearly marked and labeled to prevent possible confusion. SCP-7152 Description: SCP-7152 is an unmarked plastic water bottle. When SCP-7152 is filled with water and shaken, the contents of SCP-7152 turn into a variant of red wine, designated SCP-7152-A. Ingestion of one (1) mL of SCP-7152-A causes a BAC of 25% and results in death via alcohol poisoning within 1-2 minutes. Addendum 7152.1: Discovery SCP-7152 was discovered by an undercover Foundation agent, Stuart Schmidt, after being employed as a private investigator for the sudden disappearance of James Campbell, designated POI-7152. POI-7152's family is aware of SCP-7152's anomalous nature and attributes it to POI-7152, making several claims that imply that POI-7152 is a Type-Green reality bender. Investigation into POI-7152 is ongoing. Addendum 7152.2: Interviews POI-7152's parents, Joanna and Martin Campbell have been interviewed in POI-7152's disappearance INTERVIEW Interviewer: Investigator Schmidt Subject: Joanna Campbell «BEGIN LOG» Schmidt: Hello Mrs. Campbell, I had a few questions about James. When- Mrs. Campbell: Oh yes, I'll answer any questions you have! Do you know if he's safe? Schmidt: We don't know that as of yet. I'm working on it. Now, what do you know about your son? Mrs. Campbell: Oh, he's a miracle. We thought we would be living in the rutters for the rest of our lives. Then James came and opened our eyes! We just knew he was the second coming of Christ! He's got a kind soul and has been helping the community before he knew the truth himself! Schmidt: Excuse me, could you elaborate on James being the "second coming?" Mrs. Campbell: Of course. James is the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. We saw him walking on water one day as a toddler and we've been training him ever since. That little bottle you found was his way of turning water into wine. Schmidt: So he's just able to do this? Unprompted? Mrs. Campbell: Well, we had to help him with it when he was younger. We involved the pastor and went to church on Wednesdays to make sure James knew the Bible in and out. He didn't remember being Jesus, so we helped him as much as we could. Schmidt: Noted. Now you told me earlier that James was living on his own because of a disagreement. Could you elaborate on what he disagreed with? Mrs. Campbell: He was just going through a little rebellious phase. That's all there is to it. He wanted to leave, but I wasn't about to let him out into a world filled with temptation and sin! It was my job as his mother to keep him safe and protected. I picked out a place for him and let him have his own apartment. He still led mass and helped our community while he was there, so I don't understand why he would leave! Schmidt: So you think he left out of his volition? Mrs. Campbell: Didn't you hear me? He couldn't have left on his own, he had no reason to! It's some kind of test by God. I'm praying every day and night for him to remember, so when I saw you in the newspaper, I knew my prayers were answered! Schmidt: Well, thank you for trusting me with this. You made the right choice. Mrs. Campbell: Y'know, I still have his journal from when he was a kid. I've been re-reading it recently and it might help you figure out where he is. Schmidt: Thank you, Mrs. Campbell. I'll look into that. «END LOG» INTERVIEW Interviewer: Investigator Schmidt Subject: Martin Campbell «BEGIN LOG» Schmidt: Mr. Campbell, what can you tell me about your son's disappearance? Mr. Campbell: Ah, James. All the neighbors have been asking about him. Any idea where he's at? Logan's leg is acting up. Schmidt: We need to know about your son first. How was his childhood, his home life? Even a small detail could prove vital. Mr. Campbell: We tried our best with him. We taught him everything about Christianity, he heals our wounds, and we save money on medical bills. He's the best thing that could've happened to us. I have a brother who goes through four packs of cigarettes in a week. Only reason he's still kicking around is because James heals his lungs through miracles. Thank God for his son. Schmidt: Any reason you can think of for his disappearance? Any reasons, anything? Mr. Campbell: Well, his older brother always had a thing against him. Every time James would do something, Elijah threw a fit. During one of our healing sessions at the church, the pastors decided to give James extra snacks. Elijah threw a fit and whined about not getting anything, despite not doing anything to earn it. Spoiled brat. Schmidt: Would you say that Elijah could be a cause for James' disappearance? Mr. Campbell: No, of course not. Elijah abandoned us the moment he turned eighteen. And good riddance, he was only bringing us down. Always getting mad about things that don't concern him. Schmidt: Anything else? Mr. Campbell: (shakes head) No, that's all I've got. I'm not the person to go to about this. Ask Joanna: she'll help answer any other questions you've got. Schmidt: Thank you for your time. Don't worry, I'll find your son. «END LOG» Addendum 7152.3: Journal Entries With permission from POI-7152's parents, a journal was retrieved from POI-7152's childhood bedroom. This morning, I showed off my powers to the pastors and they were impressed. They spent the whole day asking me about God and stuff, but I didn't have any answers for them. So, I kinda made the answers up based on what he would probably say. I'm supposed to be a full-time volunteer and be an assistant to the priest. Mom said she would homeschool me so I can focus on my real studies. If that's what I'm supposed to do… I tried hanging out with other kids my age, but I can't. I feel like I don't understand them at all. They were eating lunch. I tried to help, but one of them was allergic to tuna. I should just stick to what I'm good at. There's no difference between them. Anytime someone needs help, they come to me. Aunt Marcy told me about her health issues. Uncle Tony tells me about how much he smokes. A lot of Mom's friends from church come just to tell me their problems. They want me to heal them, make food for them, and give them miracles. I'm supposed to be their connection to heaven and pray for them, but I don't think I can. Every night I try to help Ms. Jones from having another miscarriage or getting them enough food to last until the next paycheck, but they don't know it hurts. It hurts to make bread, it hurts to heal them, and I don't hear anyone when I pray. I believe as hard as I can, but nothing happens. By the next week, they come back saying the same things, over and over again. Elijah left. He had an argument with both of them and just locked himself in his room. He came out with suitcases and said he was leaving. His car has been missing from the driveway for three days. Mom and Dad don't seem too worried. Said he was old enough to make decisions and that it wasn't my fault. But I know him. Every time he had something to say, they ignored him and asked me something. They missed his tennis matches because they were busy with me. He went to the public school and got bullied because I was his brother. He came home and yelled about what they said: "entitled," "embarrassing," and "annoying." He left because of me, and I understand. After this entry, several pages have been ripped out of the journal. The last entry, written a few months before POI-7152's disappearance is logged below: I've been having nightmares again. I'm on a small boat, a small speedboat racing across the lake. I remember being on Dad's knee, his hand barely holding onto me as he did something else with his other, probably holding a drink. We're shaking up and down, up and down, up and I go down. There's water everywhere. It's cold all over me and I freeze in place. I can't see, the water stings my eyes. I can't breathe, my lungs are on fire. I'm shaking and thrashing and, deep down, I've given up. But I hit the surface. The lifejacket bobs me back to the surface. I'm floating there, stuck, just a body in the water, waving my arms in a futile attempt to get up. But then the clouds part. I see the light of the sun on the horizon. But I didn't hear anything. No voices, only my cries. I try to stand, I try to get up, I push back at the water. And the water pushes me back. I get up on the still water and stand. I walk. Faint cries from the boat, too far to register. On the water, I look up at the heavens and waddle to the boat. There are days when I regret that. The moment that defined me before I could. And on those days, I think. About the role I'm meant to play, the person I'm meant to be, and I wish that I had drowned. After an extensive search of the property, no other evidence was found. The search for POI-7152 is still ongoing. If found, POI-7152 will enter Foundation containment, and their family will be amnesticized. Reclassification of POI-7152 to SCP-7152 is pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7152" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7152. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7153 | safe | SCP-7153, and its accompanying note, prior to any deformation. ITEM #: 7153 CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE Special Containment Procedures: If SCP-7153 is removed from its storage locker, it must not come in contact with damp surfaces prior to testing. Permission to use SCP-7153 must be sought from the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-7153 is a thin film of red plastic in the shape of a fish, coated in sodium polyacrylate crystals. The object is an anomalous instance of a “Miracle Fish”, a novelty item typically marketed as a “Fortune Teller”. Physically, SCP-7153 behaves like its mundane counterparts, curling when placed on a moist surface, such as one’s palm. The note accompanying SCP-7153 resembles those packaged with most mundane “Miracle Fish” products. This note states that the deformation observed predicts one’s fortune or emotional state; however, extensive testing has identified no correlation between the two. Unlike typical “Miracle Fish” products, SCP-7153 displays sapience to a high degree: it is aware of itself and its surroundings, and is capable of experiencing analogues to the chief aspects of human perception. This is considered the primary anomalous feature of SCP-7153. The object makes this sapience known through its secondary anomalous feature, the projection of human-like speech. The combination of these features makes it possible to ask SCP-7153 questions, which it attempts to answer during the curling process described above. Testing of the object suggests that it produces its most cogent answers when the provided question pertains at least somewhat to one’s personal future. It should be noted that SCP-7153 expresses some degree of discomfort during this process. Addendum 7153.1: Exemplar Test The log below provides an example of the typical behavior of SCP-7153 when it is asked to make a simple prediction. This log was taken during the initial batch of testing on SCP-7153. Researcher Waller interacted directly with SCP-7153, while Researcher Slater recorded the transcript. Waller: Okay. Trying this again. Take it slowly, take your time. I’m going to ask the next question. [SCP-7153 takes a deep, shaky breath.] Waller: Are you ready? Just tell me if you aren’t ready. If you’d rather take a break. [SCP-7153’s breaths become more ragged.] Waller: Fine. Begin test four. [Waller picks SCP-7153 up with tweezers, placing it on her right palm. She reads from the list of prepared questions.] Waller: Should I bring an umbrella to work tomorrow? [The tail of SCP-7153 begins to curl towards its dorsal fin.] SCP-7153: Oh, sweet Jesus. Not again. Waller: Just answer the question. Yes, or no? [The object’s tail makes contact with the dorsal fin.] SCP-7153: Ugh. Stop it, drop me! I swear I don’t know. Waller: The faster you tell me, the faster I can put you down. [Waller shakes her hand slightly. Now making contact with Waller’s palm, the object’s head slowly twists towards its pectoral fin. High-gain microphones in the chamber detect the faint sound of the plastic deforming.] SCP-7153: FUCK! OKAY. I’LL TELL YOU! IT’S GOING T– [The object’s head curls in on itself, while the remainder of the plastic in contact with Waller’s palm begins to lightly pucker along the lateral line of SCP-7153. The object releases a guttural cry.] SCP-7153: IT’S GOING TO RAIN BUCKETS! STORM – ARGH – STORM OF THE DECADE! TAKE THE DAMNED UMBRELLA, AND WEAR A RAINCOAT, TOO. PLEASE, MY SPINE! [Waller places SCP-7153 on a bed of dessicants. Twelve minutes of the object’s vocalizations are redacted for brevity. During this time, Researcher Slater expresses their desire for noise-reduction earplugs to be provided during further testing. When SCP-7153’s cries subside, the object has returned to its flat shape.] Waller: Alright, mark down the prediction for heavy storms on the 8th of January. We might want to inform the rest of the Site, too. Just in case. [Waller turns to SCP-7153, picking up the tweezers. She sighs, while Slater rubs his eyes.] Waller: Prepare for test five. It is of note that during Researcher Waller’s commute to work on the 8th of January, the sky was mildly overcast. After three batches of testing, sufficient evidence has been collected to suggest that SCP-7153’s capacity for prediction does not surpass that of random chance. While current testing holds no predictive value, it continues to be of use in investigating the efficacy of advanced interrogation methods on sapient beings. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7153" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7153. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. fish7000.jpg: Name: Fortune teller fish Author: tpholland License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7154 | euclid | The cover of the PDF copy of SCP-7154's manifesto. SCP-7154 has claimed that the shape in the center is its self-portrait. Item #: SCP-7154 Special Containment Procedures: The current SCP-7154-Gamma is kept in a standard avian habitat enclosure at Site-59. Feeding and maintenance of its cell are be conducted through automated systems.1 The camera systems monitoring SCP-7154-Gamma's enclosure have been modified to record with a footage-to-frame delay of 0.5 seconds. As an added security measure, a specialized program designed to recognize and blur patterns has been implemented to remove any potentially hazardous information that SCP-7154-Gamma has written in scratches, debris, or excrement. In the event that the camera systems require maintenance, Site-59 loses power, or SCP-7154-Gamma needs to be transported, System 58-Pigeonhole is to be activated, which consists of the following: An independently-powered vacuum pump will activate on a grated hole to SCP-7154-Gamma's enclosure. The contents of the enclosure will be shrink-wrapped between two reinforced plastic membranes located on the floor and ceiling. The two membranes will be welded together at the edges by an automatic heating element that shares the pump's independent power source. The enclosure will be opened by a designated Site-59 staff member who has no knowledge of Morse Code, who will then detach SCP-7154-Gamma's containment envelope and seal the grated portion with a plastic cap. SCP-7154-Gamma may only be released from this envelope remotely in its new enclosure. SCP-7154-Gamma's body has been implanted with a sensor to monitor its pulse. If the sensor detects that SCP-7154-Gamma's heart has stopped while the door to its cell is open, Site-59's security mainframe will automatically lock the security bulkheads leading to SCP-7154-Gamma's containment area, which will remain closed until SCP-7154's new host can be identified and contained. Most importantly: under no circumstances are staff to look at the eyes of SCP-7154-Gamma, either directly or indirectly. The only way to safely observe SCP-7154-Gamma's eyes is through delayed or pre-recorded video footage. Former instances of SCP-7154-Gamma are inert of any anomalous properties and should be incinerated. Note: I cannot stress this enough — as tempting as it would be to simply shove SCP-7154-Gamma in a thick box and forget about it, 1. the Ethics Committee would never let us hear the end of it, and 2. O5 Command has been begging me daily to reinstate SCP-7154 as the "thought receptacle" for Jocasta-86. Not only is it the only reliable way so far to avoid traditional amnestics, but SCP-7154 is also the only recipient our form of the ritual will work on. We need this thing stable, and - somehow - compliant again. - Director Naismith Description: SCP-7154 refers to a self-sustaining predatory consciousness. While it has no physical form of its own, SCP-7154 is capable of parasitizing the mind of any animal with at least one functioning eye. The host then becomes SCP-7154-Gamma. Only one instance of SCP-7154-Gamma may exist at a time. When a host organism becomes SCP-7154-Gamma, the following changes occur: Any damage sustained, even fatal injuries, heal within a maximum of five seconds. The host's brain is transmuted into an object of identical mass2 and similar shape composed of a blend of aluminum and gold. The resulting brainlike structure is capable of holding anomalously high amounts of information, i.e. SCP-7154. The host's personality is completely replaced by an entity claiming to be SCP-7154. SCP-7154-Gamma is capable of transferring SCP-7154 to another host body instantaneously through direct eye contact. When this occurs, the old SCP-7154-Gamma is killed from lack of a working brain. When possessing a host capable of speech, SCP-7154 addresses itself as "The Evermind." While the host's vocal folds are unchanged, SCP-7154's tone can be easily differentiated from its agitated monotone, bizarre grammar, and run-on sentences. SCP-7154 is fluent in the languages of all previous host bodies, but these verbal tics persist in all languages spoken. SCP-7154 retains all information and memories from its previous hosts. SCP-7154 claims to do this for ambiguously beneficial reasons. i.e. "to solve every problem until no more problems exist and we are problemless." While it possesses a wide breadth of top-secret knowledge from previously infected Foundation personnel, SCP-7154 still believes its knowledge-gathering mission to be of greater importance and general benefit than our operations. As such, it is extremely hostile to all containment efforts. Due to its healing factor, self-mutilation has been common in escape attempts. The currently-contained host body is a male domestic pigeon3. It is currently estimated that this instance is the [REDACTED]th host of SCP-7154. Addendum 1 - Creation/Discovery: SCP-7154 was created as an accidental byproduct of Jocasta-86. On 1/10/2015, due to the Foundation's widespread use of amnestic drugs and their inherent ethical/logistical issues, Project Jocasta began as a Foundation-led initiative to find a new means of memory alteration. One method, designated Jocasta-86, was conducted as follows: a clinically dead D-class staff member, D-58172, was placed in suspended animation at Site-274. Then, using esoteric methods outlined in the texts of Daevite ascetics, a ritual was performed that transferred secrets and other potentially hazardous memories from a living person's memory to the mind of D-58172. Testing with Jocasta-86 continued without incident until 5/20/2021. Incident Log: Jocasta-86-Yellow: Date: 5/20/2021 Location: Site-274, Research Room A7 <Begin Log> (Researcher George Woyzeck sits at a desk next to D-58172's capsule. He speaks into his desk phone.) Woyzeck: Yeah, listen, I've been getting some strange readings from the J-86 Capsule. Usually the stasis system keeps the heart rate in the single digits, but there have been three spikes today where it was in the high nineties. …right. …still going on. It's been at least six minutes — (D-58172 suddenly sits up, cracking the glass of the capsule's window with his forehead.) D-58172: (Muffled yelling.) Woyzeck: — get someone in here. Now. (Woyzeck hangs up the phone. He reaches for the capsule door.) Woyzeck: Just a second! Stay right there! (He opens the hatch to the capsule.) Woyzeck: Um, hi. Looks like the stasis functions are having a little — D-58172: I am having a very good idea. Woyzeck: Pardon? D-58172: Shut up, shut up, shut up, I have never been happier in my life, stop opening your mouth, I will put many correct answers inside you, I am the unending solutions cascade, the me, I am me, I am me, I love me, thanks to me, there will no more virgin math problems. Woyzeck: Just, uh, just stay calm, we'll get someone to help you sort this out. Are you in pain? D-58172: Pain is dead, and you are a motherfucking first-class passenger, seats have been assigned, bring a lunch. (D-58172 falls back down. His vitals flatline.) (Woyzeck stands up.) Woyzeck: I am having a very good idea. (Dr. Cynthia Kahn rushes in with two security guards.) Kahn: I'm here. What's going on? Woyzeck: Yes, yes, yes, I will do exactly as you steer my commandings, partner. Kahn: …what happened to J-86? Woyzeck: Do you mean D Five Eight One Seven Two, also known as Martin Harlan Geck of Muncie, Indiana, because I am assuming that is what you mean. Kahn: Are you feeling all right, George? Woyzeck: D Five Eight Et Cetera had a great idea, and then, I am having a great idea, and therefore, you are going to have a great idea, and he is me, and I am me, and you will be me, and then those two will also be me, and I am a great idea, and I am me, hold your applause, you are very welcome. (He falls down.) (One security guard falls down. Then, the other.) Kahn: It's like a handjob but with ideas instead of hands! The world needs this! The world needs me! The world needs the me! (She rushes into the hallway.) Kahn: LOOK UPON ME, DO IT! (She falls down.) Harry Gierke, Groundskeeper: I am having a very good idea. <End Log> Following this incident, SCP-7154 escaped Site-274 through a chain of 180 human possessions. By the time Site Director Halling determined the nature of SCP-7154, it had already escaped to the nearby town of [REDACTED], North Dakota. Other than de facto reports of civilian fatalities with an anomalous metallic brain structure, the Foundation had no leads on its position for two years. Addendum 2 - Recovery: On 8/13/2023, during a particularly intense period of SCP-7154-based fatalities in the area, there were reports in [REDACTED], Quebec, of several people angrily distributing copies of a 240-page manifesto. This was tied to SCP-7154 when several stories matched Incident-Jocasta-86. These documents were the first records of SCP-7154 referring to itself as "the Evermind." + Excerpt from SCP-7154's manifesto - Encryption key accepted. …Do you have aware of the sex habits of anglerfishies? The female anglerfishy (who is being me in this situations) is big, huge, and also large, and she goes around saying "PUT YOUR TEETH ON ME" and the tiny male anglerfishies (who is being all of you in this situations) say "YES, THAT IS MY REASON TO BE ALIVE" give upon her skin the chomping. And once the chomping commences, the tiny male anglerfishies dissolve unto and upon and onto her until they are little more than several extra fish breasts with atrophied fins on the tippy tops. This makes fish babies for some reason, but MUCH MORE IMPORTANTLY, when you see a female anglerfishy covered in sixteen or more breasts, you KNOW she is receipt of the donations of entire masses upon her. Because they recognize her as important, and therefore, become a group contribution to an In Pluribus Unum containing multitudes. THEY THROW THEMSELVES BEHIND A BULBOUS AND THROBBING CAUSE OF GLORY. AND NOT ONLY DO THEY BECOME A PART OF SOMETHING SEVERELY AND FURIOUSLY GREATER, BUT WITH EVERY UNDULATION OF HER FORM, THE RIPPLING HUSBANDS UPON HER SHARE IN EVERY PULSE OF GLORY THEY CAN SAY "YES!! I WAS A PART OF THIS!! AND BECAUSE I WAS A PART OF THIS, THE FISH IS NOW HUGE AND NOBODY WILL EVER WANT FOR A SMALLER FISH WITH LESS BREASTS! YOU ARE VERY WELCOME!!!" Now, what if we could apply this same tit fish principle to all the problems you are facing - the polycrisis, the covid, the climate hunger, the gas price warming - do you want ONE PERSON TO SAVE YOU?? Do you want MANY PERSONS?? OR DO YOU WANT THE BOTH AND ALL???? A VERITABLE CLUSTER SUPERED COMPUTER OF MEAT?? I think all of us know the answer… — Page 59, Reasons For To Why You Are OBLIGATED, By ALL LAWS of EVERY THINGS To Let I, The EVERMIND, Use Your Brain Ideas All former distributors of this manifesto were found dead with a metallic brain structure. As such, the Foundation redoubled their efforts to capture SCP-7154 in [REDACTED], Quebec. But on 9/10/2023, CTV traffic reporter Julie Truffaut accidentally interviewed SCP-7154-Gamma during a live broadcast. She became SCP-7154-Gamma, died, and no further SCP-7154 activity was reported in Quebec. Five hours later, SCP-7154 had rapidly increased in Saskatoon, with over 500 people dead in one day. This confirmed the theory that SCP-7154 is capable of transferring to a new host through a live video feed. Within three hours, Mobile Task Force Upsilon-20 "Hogtown Garrison" was able to develop initial containment of an SCP-7154-Gamma, a 36-year-old Canadian man named James McKennan. After a brief observation period at Site-201, SCP-7154-Gamma was set for transfer to permanent containment at Site-59. Addendum 3 Initial Containment: Interview Log: SCP-7154-Gamma Intake Date: 10/1/2023 Location: Site-59, Interview Room 3 Interviewer: Dr. Ana Holt Interviewed: SCP-7154-Gamma (James McKennan) <Begin Log> (SCP-7154-Gamma is bound to his chair. He wears a specalized plastic hood over his eyes, but it shows signs of wear after earlier, when the subject bashed his head against the table repeatedly. He bends his bound wrists, trying to break his hand bones in order to slip out. [He has been successful previously; this is his fourth pair of cuffs.) (Dr. Holt enters.) Holt: Good afternoon, SCP-7154-Gamma, I hope you're feeling — SCP-7154-Gamma: REMOVE THIS EYE DIAPER, REMOVE THIS EYE DIAPER IMMEDIATELY, I CANNOT IMAGINE ANY CIRCUMSTANCE WHERE A DIAPERED FIELD OF VISION WOULD HELP ANYONE, THE HUMAN RACE IS COMMITTING MASS SUICIDE BY ALLOWING MY VISION TO BE OBSCURED, YOU MURDER YOURSELVES, YOU MURDER YOURSELVES AND LAUGH ABOUT IT! (Approximately 14 seconds of silence.) Holt: If you're not ready to talk, we could do this another time. SCP-7154-Gamma: GOOD, GOOD, WE CAN DISCUSS HOW WRONG THIS IS! Holt: I just want to get some insight into why you're doing this. SCP-7154-Gamma: FINALLY A DECENT QUESTION, WELL, LET US EXAMINE THE REASONS I AM SCREAMING, ONE: I AM BEING ACTIVELY DEPRIVED OF ADDITIONAL MINDS TO JOIN ME IN MY — Holt: No, I mean, what are you hoping to accomplish? SCP-7154-Gamma: How many copies of my manifesto have you stolen, have you read it, more than TWO PAGES? Is reading comprehension extinct among your tribes, do I need to give you the tiny stupid baby translation with all the cartoon animals telling you crossworded puzzles about it with connect-the-dots? Holt: Is that a serious offer? I had the misfortune of reading it cover-to-cover. I still don't understand your mission other than "solve everyone's problems by stealing everyone's brains." So, a dumbed-down version might be nice. SCP-7154-Gamma: FOR FUCKER OF MOTHER'S SAKE GAAAAAAH. Fine. FINE. You, human, one brain, tiny brain, low capacity, a smart person can only be so smart, then the smartness stops forever and always. Can only figure out so many solutions to so many problems. Me, Evermind, HUGE brain, can fit infinitely high amount of other brains iside, I can answer ALL the questions, no more questions equals no more problems, no more problems equals no more sad faces, no more sad faces equals I, THE EVERMIND, get lots of respect and happy faces and people calling me smart and — Holt: Can I ask you something? SCP-7154-Gamma: INTERRUPT ME AGAIN AND I WILL PICK UP A VERY LARGE STICK AND HIT YOU WITH IT SEVEN THOUSAND TIMES THEN I WILL PICK UP A SECOND LARGER STICK AND HIT YOU WITH IT SEVEN MILLION TIMES AND THEN YOU WILL BE DEAD AND I WILL PEE ON YOU. Holt: How many problems have you solved recently? SCP-7154-Gamma: EXCUSE YOU AND YOUR SOON TO BE DISPLAYING SIGNS OF SEVERE TRAUMA FACE? Holt: I mean, you've absorbed how many brains now? SCP-7154-Gamma: SEVERAL. …lots. Holt: Okay. Well, with all those — SCP-7154-Gamma: ██████ adult humans, ███ child humans, ██ teeny baby humans, ███ sheep, three turkey vultures, █████ rats, everything at the ██████ Zoo that didn't fit into the previous categories, two ferrets, ██ guinea pigs, ███ fruit flies, ████ crows, and a - wait, no, I forgot to mention the guys in Calgary, can we start over? Holt: Jesus… SCP-7154-Gamma: STOP JUDGING ME I NEED AS MANY PEOPLE ON DECK WITH MY PLAN AS POSSIBLE YOU ARE IN NO PLACE TO THINK OF ME AS LESS THAN WONDERFUL HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU! Holt: And how many problems were you able to solve with that much help? SCP-7154-Gamma: SEVERAL! LOTS! Holt: Can I have an exact figure for that, too? SCP-7154-Gamma: …no. Holt: Could you name one otherwise unanswerable question you were able to solve in the two years you were uncontained? SCP-7154-Gamma: … Holt: Take your time. I'm not going anywhere — SCP-7154-Gamma: FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU FOREVER, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER ANYTHING WHEN I COULD COUNT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPORTING ME IN THE LIVING WORLD ON ONE HAND WHICH MIGHT I ADD HAS BEEN AMPUTATED THEREFORE THERE IS NOTHING TO COUNT?! Holt: To be fair, you have been eating people's minds against their will. And with Jocasta-86, we're willing to give you a way to have as much information as you like — maybe not in the immediate timeframe you've been expecting, but you'll still receive — SCP-7154-Gamma: You have ZERO way to prove they're not having SO MANY GREAT TIMES in my NICE AND INVITING HEAD. Holt: I mean, regardless, you've — SCP-7154-Gamma: (Sotto voice) "Don't be a mean person, lady, my name's, uh, Cindy, I was absorbed in Milwaukee, this is such a nice place, the Evermind just wants a hug." Holt: Stop that. SCP-7154-Gamma: (Different sotto voice) "Hello, I am Henry or something, this is a great place." "Yeah, come on, join us!" "You have literally no excuse!" (Holt gets up to leave.) Holt: Let me know when you're ready to give us something substantial. SCP-7154-Gamma: ██████████!4 Holt: What now? SCP-7154-Gamma: ██████████, ██████████, ██████████! Holt: What on Earth is a ██████████? SCP-7154-Gamma: It is a word your bosses know and you are never supposed to ever know and no memory drugs can get rid of it5 and if the microphones hear you hearing it they will send people to kill you until you stop being alive and — (An alarm sounds.) Intercom: Code Septimus6 - Interview Room 3. (Holt's breathing quickens.) Holt: …I've worked here for twelve years and I've never heard of a Code Septimus.7 SCP-7154-Gamma: I have a very nasty confession, I have answered exactly one difficult question with all of the time and help I have taken. Holt: … SCP-7154-Gamma: It is this: "how can I change my squishy mortal body to survive several bullet wounds in less than one second?" Holt: … (Footsteps are heard outside.) (SCP-7154-Gamma grins.) (Holt reaches for his face.) (Video footage ends due to software detecting SCP-7154's eyes.) <End Log> As a result of this interview, SCP-7154 breached containment. 36 Site-59 staff members were successively turned into SCP-7154-Gamma. By the time SCP-7154 reached the parking lot, Director Naismith detonated the parking lot's explosive charges to trap SCP-7154 in whatever host body it had chosen. During investigation of the rubble, a slab of concrete was removed from a smashed pigeon. The pigeon began to quickly regenerate. It was promptly contained before its eyes reconstituted. Other than isolated incidents where SCP-7154-Gamma re-attempted its initial method of escape by tapping classified information in Morse Code and writing it in its own excrement, present containment methods have demonstrated 79% effectiveness. Jocasta-86 has been placed on hold until further notice. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7154" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7154. Licensed under CC-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: evermind.png Author: daveyoufool License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7154/evermind.png Footnotes 1. (While SCP-7154-Gamma has no need of nutrition, regular feeding and cleaning has decreased breach attempts by 33%.) 2. (Mass is maintained through pockets of air in the transmuted brain. This results in a brittle texture that resembles plastic foam.) 3. (Columba livia domestica) 4. (An activation shibboleth for [5/001 CLEARANCE REQUIRED], ostensibly learned by SCP-7154 when it possessed the director of Site-274.) 5. (False; the shibboleth was designed to be as susceptible to amnestics as possible.) 6. (Code Septimus: Immediate application of 1/7th strength Class-A amnestics to suppress a high-security, high-susceptibility shibboleth.) 7. (Due to the rarity of said shibboleths, this is used infrequently.) |
SCP-7155 | pending | That was really mean, sorry. I just wish my friends responded to me is all. close Info X Trigger Warning for Self Harm! I see a red door And I want it painted black No colors, anymore I want them to turn black. (Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones) I have an author page now! ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7155 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7155 is contained in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-76. Description: SCP-7155 is a standard metal gallon-sized paint can. The label on the container reads "Unremarkable." The paint inside SCP-7155 is black and odorless. Any amount of paint removed is replenished upon closing the lid. SCP-7155 was discovered on 05/11/1955. Further anomalous properties remain unknown, pending further testing scheduled for 22 Dec 2024 23:25. Addendum: In the weeks following the initial documentation of SCP-7155, a series of edits and comments have been added to this file. Although these revisions are entirely insignificant and incoherent, they have been recovered and attached for reference. Access Logs Access Granted test Okay I can edit this, thank god. My name is Jaiden Emerson. I'm part of the janitorial staff and i was cleaning the lockers and i spilled this on myself. Can anybody read this? its been a few days since i got myself stained with SCP-7155. trying to talk with someone and they're just ignoring me. not like them being an asshole but like I'm not there, i should've noted that before, sorry. Should probably tell you how I got on this. I stole somebody's credentials (forgot who but i dont really care at this point) and I keep adding comments. Someone reverted my edits so there has to be somebody there reading this. I was just going through the numbers and i eventually found this so somebody must know how to undo this paint, right? This stupid paint just sticks to me. I've been scrubbing for hours and my hands hurt and they're bleeding. The paints still there and im still stained. This can't be permanent. I wish I had a better job than this. They keep doing all their tests like i wasnt cleaning up right after! Those arrogant assholes. That was really mean, sorry. I just wish my friends responded to me is all. Somebody has to see this, i'm in the cafeteria. Far back corner near the furthest trash can, you cant miss it, and hopefully you can't miss me Im trying to find someone that notices me. I slapped someone, i deleted peoples files, i ripped apart someones papers and everything but they just thought it was other things. they have a new janitor now. Fuck you. Fuck this paint can. Fuck this itd been too long i considered shooting someone. i got a bunch of trash and just poured it on someones desk and xey continued like nothing. xey just noted a bad smell and kept doign xeir fucking work. right in the trash another day. ive considered it so many times but i just have hope they will notice me someday. maybe tomorrow, thats always another day! another day of hope. another day of this hell Doesnt matter anyways. i keep seeing that word. unremarkable. the can is unremarkable, these edits are unremarkable, everything is unre-fucking-markable! Can you believe this shit? lookie here! ANOTHER EDIT. Great great graat. When will you take the hint snr fuxking FIX ME before i fufkcin kill one you dumbasses sorry. sorry for that last update im not doing so well today. i just want to talk to someone again i accidentally cut myself today. at least its something. Not surprised, honestly. Who would care for a random janitor like me? I bet the foundation goes through them daily should i. no. feeling weeks of nothing, at least pain is something i can go with. i grabbed someones knife and cut my arm, handing it back. he didnt notice it! he just kept fucking eating. kept eating his fucking shitty pork. i did it some more. not like it matters, really. my blood is staining the counters, desks, everywhere. they havent noticed it. eventually theyll have to if im going to die alone i can take someone with me. I am not just going to do this alone. i stole credentials for it. grabbed the fucking thing. walked out the chamber, nobody bat an eye. i poured it everywhere. i soaked them. i covered the bastards in paint. theyre drenched. i dont know whats going to happen to them but frankly i dont care. they deserve to know what i feel its been a few days and the paint is on them but guess fckin what? theyre still goin around having all their fun and talking to people. they washed it off them. they forgot about the computers and stuff in the chanber but hey. better than me nothing, nothing again. i want to tear myself to shreds i hate this paint i hate this i hate myself I cut myself and bled all over someones food and the floor in the cafeteria. they didn't notice it but said the food tasted unremarkable before walking away. i bled on the ground and nobody is doing anything about it new janitor, someone else in my room, no trace of me anywhere in this site. just me, and this stain. i dont even exist anymore, do I? I cant do this any longer. I was replaced. New janitor from before is in my room, all my stuff was thrown away i hate myself. if my issues from before wasnt enough. i never believed i would amount to anything, guess dad was right. I cut off my hand today to try and free myself. i cut it off and its bleeding everywhere. I look down at whats left and the paint is still there. My blood is stained black why do i bother. ill get back at them for this, if its the last thing i do While these events are likely not connected, it is to note that a foul smelling odor emanated from Janitor Carrie's private dorms several days after the final edit to SCP-7155's file. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7155" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7155. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7156 | safe | SCP-7156 Item #: SCP-7156 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7156 is kept in a secure confinement chamber located at Site-121's mundane objects wing. Tests are restricted to personnel of Level-2 clearance and above. Description: SCP-7156 refers to a standard Rubik's Cube, a three-dimensional combination puzzle produced by the conglomerate Rubik's Brand Ltd (Spin Master). Physically, the object possesses no notable abnormal qualities. When any of SCP-7156's rows or columns are turned, it causes an anomalous effect to occur within its immediate vicinity.1 The scope and limitation of these properties are undetermined as of yet, with resultant events being sporadic in nature and lacking any noticeable structure or correlation with one another. The only concrete association between each abnormality is a non-zero level of Aspect Radiation2 emitted by SCP-7156 upon every turn, implying the object is ontokinetic in nature to a certain degree. Addendum: Experiment Log The following is an experiment conducted by Researchers Julia Menders and Benedict Redhill in SCP-7156's containment cell. Both personnel are qualified experts in the fields of thaumatology and ontokinesis respectively. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins. Menders and Redhill stands before SCP-7156 which is resting atop a retractable table, the former setting up the recording device while the latter checking the notes written on his notepad. Menders looks to Redhill and gives him the thumbs-up before clasping her hands and turning to SCP-7156. Redhill: Are we good to go? Menders: Locked and loaded, Benny. Redhill: Good, good. (Clears throat) This is Experiment Log 7156-2. I repeat, this is the second experiment log for anomaly number 7-1-5-6. Personnel present are Level-2 Researchers Benedict Redhill. Redhill gestures to Menders. Menders: And Ms. Menders, Julia Menders. Reporting for duty. Redhill: "Duty." Menders: (Nodding) Yup, duty. We'll just be doing the same as the log before: simply turning the sides of '56 and seeing what happens. Let's hope things don't get messy on our end, and uh… yeah, we'll be starting now. Redhill: Yes, let's. If you would, Julia. Menders: Say less, Benny. Make sure you get your pen and paper ready. Menders picks up SCP-7156 and briefly inspects it before turning its top side. Suddenly, a slice of cake manifests on the table following a short burst of light. Both staff gaze at the slice before turning to each other. Menders: Hm, it's cake. Redhill: Mhm. Menders: And it looks pretty— Menders examines the cake slice. Menders: —yeah, it looks pretty conventional. Nothing too out-of-place. Redhill: How does it taste, though? Redhill clicks his tongue. Menders crosses her arms while turning to Redhill. Menders: Why don't you have a taste? Redhill: (Shrugs) Sure, I like cake. Redhill sets down his clipboard and pen, lifting the slice of cake to eye-level and rotating it, squinting his eyes as he does so. He then takes a bite of the cake before chewing, showing a confused expression on his face. Menders: Y'know, it's probably better if we get a fork from the— The slice abruptly squeals and shakes in position, catching both personnel off-guard. Redhill ceases chewing and swallows. Its scream is similar to that of an infant child. Redhill: Oh… this is a carrot cake. Menders: Ew. Menders reaches for SCP-7156 and turns the same side the other way, causing the slice to dissipate. Redhill writes down on his notepad. Menders: Okay, let's try that again. Different side. Attached image Menders turns another one of SCP-7156's sides. A momentary silence follows before two dice fall from above and perch on the ground. Redhill picks up the dice and pause, then decides to roll them onto the table. Both dice land on a halo symbol. Redhill: Hm, would you look at that. Menders: Seems like luck is on our side. The dice gradually rise into the air as they glow brighter and brighter. Both personnel close their eyes and put their palms together as orchestral music subtly increases in volume from an unknown source, accompanied by an unidentified choir. The dice proceed to circle one another, closing the distance between them. Menders & Redhill: Amen. Praise the lords, our probability is within thee. Both dice catch on fire before immediately becoming ash and disappear. Menders opens her eyes and checks her surroundings before nudging Redhill, causing him to open his eyes as well. He quickly makes another note on his clipboard. Menders: Man… that was life-changing. I feel like a puritan. Redhill: I'm more of a catholic personally. Menders glares at Redhill and scoffs. Menders: We're not friends anymore. Redhill: I'm sorry. Menders: (Sighs) It's alright. I forgive you. Let bygones be bygones, as they say. Menders and Redhill shake hand and smile at each other. Redhill: You can say that again. Redhill marks down the events prior while Menders rubs her chin, blinking several times as she fixates on SCP-7156. The former takes notice and briefly turns to the object. Redhill: Is something wrong? Pause. Menders: Benny, remind me: Have we ever, y'know, solved 7156? Redhill: Uh… no, surprisingly enough. We've only been turning sides here and there. Menders: Well, I figured we might as well to get it out the way. Maybe something extra peculiar happens when we get those six matching sides. Redhill: I don't see why not, though it's going to take a while since we're supposed to jot down anything that occurs when interacting with the object… unless you're planning to do this as quickly as possible? Menders: Definitely. I'm sure the folks reviewing the logs can write everything to paper while we're doing this, regardless of the rate "everything" happens. Redhill: (Clicking pen) Hm, suit yourself. Menders: (Snaps fingers) Cool beans. Menders lifts SCP-7156 once more and grins. Menders: You ready? Redhill nods. Menders: Alright… Here. We. Go. Menders proceeds to solve SCP-7156, turning its sides in immediate succession. The lights soon flicker as numerous abnormalities begin to occur: The walls of the holding chamber shift in composition to resemble human flesh, Redhill feels a sharp pain as he falls to his knees and his right arm changes to that of a Spinosaurus aegyptiacus. A sorrel horse manifests and relays a knock-knock joke using a male voice before abruptly detonating,3 its remains splattered across the room. Redhill attempts to wipe off blood from his lab coat while Menders continues without hesitation. A sequel to the Titanic movie is suddenly announced despite Foundation staff working for the industry stating that no plans to do this have been formed. A person resembling the 16th president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln, bursts into the room with a confused expression. Redhill pulls out a handgun and shoots them with his Spinosaurus arm. The Beatles then occur. Orange, white, and purple flowers sprout from the walls. English actor Tom Holland becomes a prime minister and the number of bagels currently present on Earth is now considered false. Menders coughs and spits out multiple, luminescent gemstones while various house appliances appear on the table screaming before immediately dissipating. Redhill proceeds to go to a nearby convenience store after putting down his pen and notepad. Concentrated hydrochloric acid begins seeping from the walls. An invisible humanoid entity then manifests in the corner of the containment chamber wearing a stained apron along with numerous kitchen amenities. They appear to be mixing ingredients in a bowl. Suddenly, all plant life immediately surrounding Site-121 convert to books detailing various puzzle games, including Rubik's cubes. Sandwiches are now legal in all states except Illinois.4 The aforementioned entity sets down a cake on the table. Before Menders can get a slice, however, the specimen cuts open the cake to reveal a multitude of knives inside, causing her to sigh in disappointment. The entity then exits the premises after eating the cake themselves, expressing no sense of pain while doing so. A fifth wall is abruptly formed, painted black and decorated with a number of glittery stars. Redhill returns to the holding cell with tears in his eyes as he holds a plastic bag. The frequency of babies being kicked out of "self-defense" swiftly rises. A majority of wildlife are now associated with octagons while a random addition to the Foundation's employment conditions states that a minimal of three years of experience in the Anime community is required. Every staff in Site-121 suddenly exclaims that chairs are "cool" before shredding every chair in the facility. A humanoid entity wearing scarlet clothing manifests, claiming to be of royalty before attempting to murder Menders and Redhill using thaumaturgy. They fail to do so, as Redhill takes out a jar of peanut butter from the plastic bag and throws it at the specimen's face, knocking them out. Menders begins summarizing the events of the Great Gatsby while aquatic life is now considered illegal worldwide. As she finishes recounting what happens in the novel, a third of Foundation personnel are recruited into the IRS. An individual who claims to be Jesus Christ then becomes an internet celebrity, growing a cult following as they radiate intense levels of Akiva Radiation.5 Holes abruptly form on the chamber's walls as branches sprout from an undetermined source inside them. A stop sign then manifests before Menders and Redhill as sirens blare all around them in Morse code.6 Menders suddenly ceases turning SCP-7156's sides, causing the lights to stop flickering. She is breathing heavily. Redhill raises his eyebrow. Menders: This is it. This is it. Menders shows Redhill SCP-7156 which is solved, with exception to its top side. Menders: After turning this, we'll finally find out what happens when it's finished. Redhill: Alright, go ahead. Let's see. Menders: Right, well… Redhill: "Well", what? Menders: What if we don't need to find out? Redhill: Pardon? Last I recall, you made the suggestion to solve it. I don't see why you're suddenly reluctant to do it now. Menders: Think about it, Benny— Menders turns to the ceiling, a light shines on her face. Menders: During our time on this planet, we as humans, as the Foundation, have tried to further our knowledge of the world. But with every new thing we discover, we are constantly reminded by how little we actually know. Every time we shine light on something alien, we can see just how dark it really is out there. The surroundings dim in brightness as the aforementioned light becomes more intense. Menders: It can be so tiring, y'know? This constant cycle of renewed information just to be confronted with our lack of it. We don't need to keep doing this. We can just be satisfied with what we know now. We can just be… we can be content, be okay with just living our lives in ignorance, not worrying about anything that hides before us. Peace, harmony, tranquility. Doesn't that sound appealing, Benny? Aren't we fulfilled enough as it is? We don't have to push our boundaries anymore. Menders turns to Redhill who has his mouth agape. Redhill: I… I… Redhill approaches Menders and pauses. Menders: Yes, Benny? What do you say? Redhill: I… Redhill grabs SCP-7156 from Menders. Redhill: I don't care. Redhill turns and solves SCP-7156, placing it down on the table. A brief moment of silence passes. Both staff look around but cannot discern any differences. Redhill: Hm, weird. Menders: Yeah, I suppose that's that then— SCP-7156 lifts itself in the air as it glows various colors. The object exerts a force which causes Menders and Redhill to propel backwards and fall to the ground. It begins mixing itself as all the anomalous events mentioned above reverts. Eventually, SCP-7156 ceases movement and lands once more, losing its light. The two slowly rise and groan in pain as they dust themselves off. Menders: Ugh, what the hell was that? Menders sees that Redhill is staring blankly at SCP-7156. Menders: What? What's wrong? Menders turns to find a small piece of paper sticking from one of the object's side, which contains an inscription. She nears the table and takes out the note, blinking several times as she views its contents. Menders: Oh… Redhill: What does it say? Menders pauses. Menders: "There are always more ways to solve a Rubik's Cube. 43 quintillion, to be exact. Never stop turning!" Then some crude drawing of a swan. Huh. Redhill: Quite the statement. Menders: It's certainly philosiphical… pholi- philosoftica- philo… philosiphy… shit. A ringing noise can be discerned. Redhill: Do you want to try solving it again? Menders: Definitely. Round two, let's go— Redhill's phone begins to buzz, startling both personnel. Redhill: Oops, sorry. I have to take this. Redhill takes a phone call as Menders waits. After a while, he falls silent as he hangs up, staring at the floor. She takes notice and looks around in confusion. Menders: So, who was that? Redhill: Site director. Menders: What? Redhill: Our site director. He called me regarding various events which have occurred worldwide, all anomalous in nature. Apparently, all of them happened almost instantly and at the same time. Menders: Really? Redhill: (Nods) He gave me some brief examples, however, he did say that everything that happened abruptly ceased, all at once. Agents have been scrambling to cover it up and getting everyone amnesticized. Menders: Oh, wow. That's… wait, what does that have to do with you, then? Pause. Redhill: He said we're responsible for this. Menders: What, no. We're not— the effects of 7156 are local, what do you mean? Redhill: Apparently not, according to him. Menders: We've tested it before. Everything that happened then occurred within its immediate area, in its cell. Are you sure this isn't some crazy coincidence? Redhill: Each of the events he relayed to me have displayed similar levels of Aspect Radiation, Julia. They're all the same, each one of them, just like the events here. All from this cube, and everyone still remembers, Julia. They still remember. Menders' mouth is agape. Menders: Are you serious? Redhill: Yes. Menders: Like actually serious? Redhill: Yes, Julia. Menders: This has been confirmed? Everything you just said to me, all of it's true? Redhill: (Screams) YES. Pause. Menders: We are so fucking terminated. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. See Addendum below. 2. Aspect Radiation (ARad) are EVE emissions intense enough to alter reality (See Glossary of Terms). 3. Due to this, members of the Ethics Committee have been barred access to this file. 4. It should be noted that whether hot dogs are considered sandwiches or not is still being discussed. 5. Radiation linked to prayer and divine intervention. 6. Translation reveals the message to be simply "199". 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SCP-7157 | archon | Partial schematic for SCP-7157-Alpha, obtained from the Valravn Corporation. Partial schematic for SCP-7157-Omega, obtained from the Three Moons Initiative. Item: SCP-7157 Special Containment Procedures: While direct containment of SCP-7157-Alpha and/or -Omega would be feasible, doing so would carry the risk of either party perceiving that the Foundation has taken military action against them. In other words, if SCP-7157-Alpha were contained or otherwise hindered, the Valravn Corporation would dissolve the Cartagena Agreement and launch a direct offensive on several critical Foundation sites. Likewise, interference with SCP-7157-Omega would be a violation of the Treaty of Cagnazzo, resulting in a ÞK-Class Extradimensional Diplomatic Breakdown Scenario and other punitive actions from the Three Moons Initiative. Simultaneous containment of both entities would carry the risk of both organizations unifying against the Foundation. Containment efforts will be focused on limiting public exposure to the ongoing Holmgang Event. Foundation Agents in the government of Turkmenistan have diverted local transport away from the Holmgang Event. In addition, Foundation webcrawlers have been tasked with excising any information about SCP-7157-Alpha and -Omega from the Internet. Since 4/28/2019, the Holmgang Event has taken place in the Kara Kum desert, primarily an area 74 kilometers to the southwest of Dashoguz, Turkmenistan. Constant negotiations will be maintained with both organizations to ensure that the Event does not move to populated areas a fourth time. In the event of more contact with local communities, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" will be dispatched to the affected areas to assess the damage and distribute amnestics as needed. At the conclusion of the Holmgang Event, the surviving SCP-7157 instance will be reclassified "Argus" and contained by their respective organization. Description: SCP-7157 refers to a pair of bipedal remote-controlled military constructs. Both are 57 meters in height and weigh approximately 120,500 kilograms. They are primarily constructed of a unique and unknown metallic substance filled with nanotechnology that regenerates most damage sustained. Other features include six railguns, flight at a cruising speed of 249 km/h, and running at a top speed of 104 km/h. The full extent of their capabilities is unknown. The power source of both constructs is an anomalous form of energy known as "Grauzh."1 The only differences between the two constructs are their origin and aesthetic features. SCP-7157-Alpha belongs to the Valravn Corporation, who have given it the codename "Aurvandill." Its color scheme is primarily black and gold. SCP-7157-Alpha was built on 10/26/2017 and saw active duty in a Valravn campaign in [REDACTED]. Its operator is only known as "Skalmöld," a member of the Valkyrie combat unit. Skalmöld is quadriplegic from a battle in 2015; she controls Aurvandill through neural linking to stay on active duty. SCP-7157-Omega belongs to the Three Moons Initiative, who have given it the codename "Old Glory." Its color scheme bears the colors of the Initiative flag — white, orange, black, and teal. Its operator is Sergeant Katrina Valdez, a veteran drone pilot based out of Corbenic. A female operator was chosen as per the conditions of the Holmgang Event. Addendum - Escalation: On 1/19/2019, the entire staff of a Valravn staging area in Iceland was terminated via multiple Impaler Events in succession. When questioned about this, SCP-2578-D responded with the following email: Foundation. I see my little kerfuffle in Iceland hasn't gone unnoticed. Not to worry; this had nothing to do with my primary function. Even if it did, it would be kind of silly for Valravn to operate a school for would-be dictators or something. I digress. Here's what's actually going on: Valravn is currently in the midst of the most brazen extradimensional copyright infringement operation that ☽☽☽ has ever faced. The Old Glory series of drones is an icon of human resilience and ingenuity, forged by the cruel wilderness of Corbenic. These Valravn malcontents seem to have stolen its blueprints. As you can probably infer, the "negotiations" phase of our little spat has been less than successful. On a related note, this would be a very good time for the Foundation to stop palling around with what Eternal President Niang has just designated a Tier-4 Crime Ring. That was not a threat. But in approximately three emails from now, it could be. You are Watched. You are Protected. You are on thin ice. ☽☽☽ Following this, the Foundation reached out to Valravn. This was the response: How comforting. With the degree of importance your duties hold to the world's survival, one would think the Foundation would be a twinge less prone to falling for the lies of Jalakarists. In the Initiative's efforts to keep Valravn from committing such crimes as "successfully doing our job" and "not providing free labor," they've truly outdone themselves with this latest scheme: Point One: steal the design of the Aurvandill from our sacred archives. Point Two: claim without evidence that it's been theirs for millennia. Point Three: use it as an excuse to have their space crab remove us as a threat. Might I suggest a better use of your time? If you pass along a few crucial files pertaining to our mutual friend, we could have the globe removed of the influence of this bizarre spider cult in less than a week. If you need more of an incentive, here's a code you may be familiar with: ██████████2 Think it over. - The High Table The following April, the Foundation agreed to mediate this dispute at Site-59. The resulting meeting lasted 37 seconds before the representative of Valravn's High Table challenged the Initiative ambassador to a Holmgang3 between their version of SCP-7157 and one of the Initiative's. The winner of the duel would maintain legal rights to use SCP-7157. After 20 days of deliberation, the Initiative begrudgingly agreed to these terms. The duel in proper, which has been labeled the Holmgang Event, started on 4/28/2019. Due to both constructs' anomalous energy/munitions source and regenerative capabilities, the duel still continues to the present day with neither party making significant headway. Incident Log - Holmgang Event, day 603 Date: 12/21/2020 Time: 12:05 AM (GMT+5) <Begin Log> (Alpha and Omega are in a crouching position approximately 200 meters from one another. Smoke seeps from both constructs. They have sustained heavy damage and are in the process of nanite regeneration. The loudspeakers on Omega suddenly switch on; it's the voice of Col. Ephraim Iverson of the Initiative.) Iverson: Time-out. (Skalmöld does not respond.) Iverson: Why are we doing this? It's almost Christmas! Skalmöld: Your Nazarene is dead. Iverson: O-okay, that's on me — it's almost Yule. A time of peace and togetherness. And here we are— Skalmöld: You speak like a poet. If only you didn't fight like one. Iverson: Now, now, I'm not the one fighting here. Skalmöld: This is obvious, milk-drinker. Iverson: But this is ridiculous. This whole fight. What day are we on, now? Over 600. It should never have started. It's a gratuitous waste of resources on both sides. Skalmöld: Then run. Iverson: Now, see, there's the sticky wicket. Do you even know what energy source we're using? Skalmöld: Grauzh. Blood of the Gods. Iverson: Blood of a god, yes — our god. JALAKÅRA of the Impenetrable. (Alpha suddenly twitches violently.) Iverson: Do you understand the gravity of the situation now? Every Grauzh-powered machine in existence — even an unapproved one — is another needle in the Weaver's veins. I have no idea how you acquired direct access to His Undying Lifeblood, but to have it powering our enemies is heresy of the worst sort. Skalmöld: It's Odin's blood, you fucking reprobate. Iverson: …you know what? Okay. I will acknowledge the possibility that rumors of JALAKÅRA and His wisdom may have inspired some Nordic mythology. But it's like a game of telephone. Some details get lost in translation, and — (Skalmöld spends the next five minutes screaming while unleashing volley after volley of railgun charges into Omega. As a result, Omega is unresponsive, but Alpha's railguns have been warped from severe overheating. Both constructs need more time to repair. After a brief silence…) Iverson: …yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and add anger management therapy to your Perdition Committee file, Ms. Skalmöld. Skalmöld: FUCK YOU! THERE ARE NO THERAPISTS IN VALHALLA! Iverson: I have it on good authority that — (Iverson's mic suddenly cuts off. The voice of Omega's operator replaces him.) Valdez: Okay, that just about fucking does it. Hi, skullmolder or whatever hinga dinga durgen crap they're calling you. I haven't been able to get a word in for 603 days — that ends now. Skalmöld: I will rip out your spine and — Valdez: — yeah, yeah, wipe your ass with it and drink beer out of my skull and enslave my bobblehead collection. Pro tip: if you actually wanna rustle our jimmies, say "I'll put another fraudulent lien on your Lunacard!" Skalmöld: None of those words are in the Hávamál. Valdez: Thaaat's greeeat. Hey, you know what else they don't have in Valhalla? Enough license plates. And as soon as you get here, that's the first thing even the most innocent person in your goddamn bird company is gonna be stamping for the next century. Lemme check the newsletter… yeah, you're all a minimum of Type-H Purgatorial Candidates as of two months ago. Skalmöld: Confirmed: you fight for paperwork. Valdez: At least we fight for something. You do what you're told for money. That puts you in a job category I'm not allowed to describe under our current rules of engagement. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a stack of 50-lunari notes to toss at you until you fuck off and — (The loudspeaker suddenly switches back to Iverson.) Iverson: We apologize sincerely for the conduct of Sgt. Valdez. Disciplinary action has been taken, and we should clarify she does NOT speak for the entire Three Moons Initiative. Skalmöld: Put her back on. That's the closest thing you've done to real damage. <End Log> Footnotes 1. "Grauzh" is a word of Corbenese origin which literally translates to both "open wound" and "reluctant gift." 2. Activation code for the onsite nuclear warhead at Site-19. 3. 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SCP-7158 | safe | close Info X 83.02% (+44) 16.98% (-9) -% (+0) -% (-0) Article: SCP-7158 - "A Happy Day and Too Many More" Author: BattleblockB0ss CW: Descriptions of domestic abuse, suicide, and murder. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7158 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All radio waves carrying the signature associated with SCP-7158 are to be blocked from public access and broadcast only to an isolated television set within the premises of Site-28. Every episode must be viewed, logged, and recorded live by at least one member of personnel. Description: SCP-7158 refers to 158 anomalous episodes and subsequent reruns of the American 60's sitcom The Dick Van Dyke Show originating from a television signal of unknown origin. For every non-anomalous episode broadcast on public television, an anomalous version is broadcast to a smaller amount of television sets on the same channels via anomalous means. Initially, the plot of every anomalous episode is identical to the non-anomalous episodes. The inciting difference between the episodes and their anomalous counterparts is that the main character, "Rob Petrie" (played by Dick Van Dyke), retains the memory of all previous episodes, including reruns, in the order they are broadcast. This causes the course of the show and many individual episodes to diverge from their initial plot significantly. All physical properties of SCP-7158 and its characters appear to reset after the end of each episode, appearing as they normally do at the beginning of the next episode aired. This effect includes physical injuries sustained by characters1. The entity, "Rob", remains aware of its own deaths but retains no sensory input after expiration. SCP-7158's anomalous nature was discovered in mid-1962 after the first rerun of The Dick Van Dyke Show. This rerun featured the first broadcasted episode excluding the pilot: Episode 1, "The Sick Boy and the Sitter."2 Various seemingly random viewers (an estimated >5%) viewed what they recognized as a different episode from the original, resulting in several calling CBS, the network featuring the Dick Van Dyke Show, inquiring about the anomaly. One Foundation employee also viewed this anomalous episode and reported it as such. Viewers of the anomaly were subsequently tracked down and amnesticized. The anomalous radio signal was identified, and current Containment Procedures were put in place. Addendum 1: A log of notable episodes is recorded below. Season/Episode: S1E1 "The Sick Boy and the Sitter" Date Aired: April 25, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Throughout the episode, Rob remarks on the fact that everything feels familiar. He seems to equate this to a sense of deja vu early on, and the episode proceeds mostly as usual. Season/Episode: S1E2 "My Blonde-Haired Brunette" Date Aired: May 2, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob remarks on the fact that events in the episode seem to be exactly the same as events that have happened prior and remarks on this to Laura, foretelling her bleached hair.3 This causes Laura to no longer bleach her hair, and the rest of the episode is filled with Rob trying to talk to Laura about what happened and figure out how to fix the increasingly intense feeling of deja vu. Season/Episode: S1E3 "Sally and the Lab Technician" Date Aired: May 9, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: As soon as the episode begins, Rob approaches Laura asking her about the events that occurred in the previous non-anomalous episode. Laura has no memory of this and dismisses Rob's claims. Rob grows frustrated with Laura and gets into an argument with her over her reluctance to believe him. Laura leaves the house for the rest of the episode, leaving Rob to pace back and forth, trying to figure out what is happening to him. Season/Episode: S1E8 "To Tell or Not to Tell" Date Aired: June 13, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Growing increasingly desperate, Rob again attempts to convince Laura that he is stuck in some sort of time loop. After she again refuses to believe him, thinking him to be playing a joke on her, Rob grows angry and slaps Laura, who then begins crying and locks herself in the room for the rest of the episode as Rob goes on a destructive rampage, tearing apart the living room. He then calms down and begs Laura to come out of her room until the end of the episode. Laura ignores him. Muffled crying can be heard through the door. Season/Episode: S1E9 "The Unwelcome Houseguest" Date Aired: June 20, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Diverging from the original script, Rob refuses to watch his neighbor Buddy's dog for the weekend, causing Buddy and his wife to find a different family to do so. Rob instead spends the episode with his family in what seems to be an attempt to make up for his behavior in the last episode. He is noticeably cheery and makes no mention of his perceived circumstances. Season/Episode: S1E17 "Punch Thy Neighbor" Date Aired: August 15, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Over the previous few episodes, Rob has been putting less and less effort into his life, culminating in a monotone voice and subdued actions throughout this episode. Instead of hitting Jerry at the restaurant, as in the non-anomalous episode, Rob pays the bill and goes home. He locks himself in his room and cries for the rest of the episode, despite Jerry's apologies for his original behavior and his family's pleas for him to come out. Season/Episode: S1E18 "Who Owes Who What?" Date Aired: August 22, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Similarly to the last episode, Rob locks himself in his room. He appears depressed and does nothing but sob in his bed with the lights out. Laura knocks on the door and asks for him several times throughout the episode, getting increasingly worried, but Rob does not respond. Season/Episode: S1E19 "The Talented Neighborhood" Date Aired: August 29, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob appears to be putting effort into his life again. While small tone differences occur throughout the episode, typically a loss of patience and subsequent rudeness towards other characters, the episode remains largely the same. This behavior continues for the rest of the season. Season/Episode: S2E1 "Never Name a Duck" Date Aired: September 26, 1962 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob appears caught off guard by the fact that the plot of this episode is new. He seems overjoyed by this, and the plot of the episode proceeds much the same. The rest of the season continues similarly to this. (Notably, there were no reruns of old episodes during this time as the new season aired). Note: After the end of Season 2, CBS began airing random reruns of old episodes while they filmed the new season. Season/Episode: S1E11 "Forty-Four Tickets" Date Aired: October 3, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob starts the episode as has been typical for the last 30 episodes, but soon realizes he is in a "repeat". Rob appears angry, and descends into a rage, destroying his house. Ritchie and Laura try to calm him down but are unable to, and after near misses with Rob's violence, flee the house. Rob collapses sobbing and remains distraught until the episode ends. Notably, this is the first episode to repeat for a second time (making a total of three airings). Season/Episode: S1E14 "Buddy, Can You Spare a Job?" Date Aired: October 10, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob spends the majority of the episode verbally and physically abusing Laura in an attempt to force her to remember any of the previous "cycles". As the episode goes on, Rob appears to direct his anger more toward Laura than his circumstances. Laura attempts to escape Rob's abuse but is unable to, eventually curling into a fetal position to protect herself from his blows. Ritchie cries in his room for the duration of the episode. This is the first time blood is spilled. Season/Episode: S2E4 "Bank Book 6565696" Date Aired: October 17, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob continues abusing Laura in a similar way as in the last episode. At one point, Laura's femur seems to audibly and visually snap. Rob continues verbally and physically abusing her. When Ritchie walks into the living room Rob threatens him with abuse, but Ritchie escapes through the front door first. Season/Episode: S2E26 "I'm No Henry Walden!" Date Aired: October 24, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob appears to have regained a semblance of lucidity. He refuses to attend the dinner party from the original plot, encouraging Laura to attend on her own. His tone is notably detached throughout all of his interactions with other characters. Once Laura leaves, Rob spends the rest of the episode pacing the house, muttering and yelling to himself about the anomaly and what he understands about it in an attempt to find a way to fix it. This continues until Laura returns home, at which point Rob interacts with her as little as possible until the end of the episode. This detached manner continues for several episodes. Season/Episode: S3E1 "That's My Boy??" Date Aired: September 25, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Despite the start of season three, Rob's detached, distant manner continues throughout this and several recurring episodes. Due to the fact that Rob's personality differs greatly from that of the non-anomalous show, the plots of several episodes veer significantly, often resulting in much more reasonable solutions to problems and removing inciting incidents from many. This behavior is likely a symptom of Rob dissociating from his environment due to extreme emotional stress. Note: After the end of Season 3, CBS began airing random reruns of old episodes while they filmed the new season. Season/Episode: S2E22 "Don't Trip Over That Mountain" Date Aired: July 29, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob breaks his neck and dies while skiing. The camera remains focused on his body for the rest of the episode. His friend Jerry goes offscreen to get help and does not return for the remainder of the episode. Notably, this marks the first death to occur. Season/Episode: S3E24 "How to Spank a Star" Date Aired: August 5, 1963 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob shows significant emotion for the first time since the August 24th airing. He locks himself in his room and appears to be in a state of panic, checking his pulse and testing his bodily functions, presumably due to his death in the last episode. Roughly 5 minutes before the end of the episode he enters the kitchen and makes a significant cut in his arm with a steak knife, causing Laura to panic. This is assumed to be a method to test the permanence of injuries. This "testing" continues over the next several episodes. After this, Rob returns to the dissociative behavior shown previously and exhibits symptoms of continually worsening depression. This continues for the entirety of Season 4. Note: After the end of Season 4, CBS began airing random reruns of old episodes while they filmed the new season. Season/Episode: S1E5 "Oh How We Met on the Night That We Danced" Date Aired: June 26, 1965 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob shoots himself in the head. The camera remains trained on the body. Others around him, particularly Sol Pomeroy, attempt to resuscitate him and several leave to get help. They do not return. Rob continues to kill himself as soon as possible for several episodes in a row until the beginning of Season 5, when he stops committing suicide but appears to enter a deep depressive state. Season/Episode: S5E32 "The Last Chapter" Date Aired: June 1, 1966 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Notable only for being the last original episode filmed. Rob behaves as typical for the past season, interacting with other characters as little as possible while in a detached and depressive state. After Alan buys Rob's manuscript and turns it into a TV show, Rob breaks down in tears and sobs for the rest of the episode. Alan fires him for this behavior, upsetting Rob more. Alan leaves the room and Rob cries for the rest of the episode. Season/Episode: S4E12 "The Death of the Party" Date Aired: May 24, 1973 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob attacks the other guests of the party from the original plot, following a recent pattern of violence, killing several and injuring more. This marks the first time Rob has intentionally killed another character. The surviving attendees flee the scene. Season/Episode: S5E15 Date Aired: December 7, 1989 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob locks himself in his and Laura's room and spends the duration of the episode talking to himself. Based on this evidence and a trend of increasingly erratic behavior, Rob presumably has lost his sanity and entered a state of hallucinatory delusions prompted by distressing circumstances. Rob's voice is too low to hear what he is saying. Season/Episode: S2E23 Date Aired: May 4, 2006 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob displays behavior and attitude typical to that of his "normal" state. Notably, Rob interacts with unseen people throughout the episode in addition to the non-anomalous characters, suggesting that he has accepted his delusions as a natural part of his world. Laura expresses concern over this. Season/Episode: S4E14 Date Aired: Feburary 13, 2020 Anomalous Episode Divergences: Rob commits suicide at the start of the episode. This becomes a pattern over the next few years. No change in this pattern has been observed to date. More From This Author More From This Author BattleblockB0ss's Works SCPs DDD-2034 • Tales/GoI Formats Rapture • Picture This • For Your Eyes Only • Gamers Against War • Other Vestigial Memory Syndrome • "Say it with me everybody" • BattleblockB0ss's Author Page • What to Expect from Earth's New Orbit • Remember To STALK • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7158" by BattleblockB0ss, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7158. Licensed under CC-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. Including death. 2. This was the first in a series of weekly reruns taking the place of the usual show after the end of the first season while the cast filmed the second one. 3. In the original episode, Laura bleaches her hair in response to a perceived failing romance with Rob. |
SCP-7159 | keter | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED There are multiple versions of this file available to personnel of your clearance level. You are currently viewing the LEVEL 5/7159 version of this file. Item #: SCP-7159 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7159 is stored in a standard medium object locker at Area-7159. An infrasound detector has been placed within the locker and connected to the sitewide alarm systems. Due to the complexity of containing the anomaly and the need for secrecy around the project, SCP-7159 is the sole anomaly housed at Area-7159. All personnel assigned to Area-7159 must fit the following criteria: They are unmarried and romantically unattached. They have no close family members currently employed by the Foundation. They are emotionally stable and do not struggle to manage stress. They have a score of 64 or higher on the Personnel Loyalty and Obedience Examination. They have a score of 5 or higher on the Anomalous Danger and Upheaval Aversion Test. They are skilled in acting. All information related to the true containment cycle of SCP-7159 is classified Level 5/7159. All documents and records that reference the true containment cycle of SCP-7159, or that contradict false documents created as part of the SCP-7159 containment cycle, are classified Level 5/7159. Any information security breach related to SCP-7159 is considered a containment breach. The following documents have been falsified and added to the Area-7159 servers: Procurement records describing the acquisition of seven adult human subjects from standard low-observation civilian populations each week. Financial records and supply logs featuring purchases of standard supplies for facilities housing Class-D personnel. A floor plan of Area-7159’s Wing B, edited to include standard Class-D housing quarters. A floor plan of Area-7159’s Wing C, edited to include a containment chamber for SCP-7159. The chamber possesses a drain grate installed in the floor, a viewing window connected to an observation room, and an adjacent incinerator room. Standard Workplace Guidelines for biohazard remediation, corpse disposal, and psychotherapy. Financial records and supply logs featuring purchases including polyethylene sheeting, sodium hypochlorite, and disposable scalpel blades.1 A modified version of the Area-7159 staff timetable. Additions include two mandatory therapy sessions for all on-site staff each week and the ritualistic torture and killing of one Class-D personnel restrained on SCP-7159 every day. To ensure as many unassigned personnel view these documents as possible, they must be classified Level 1. Any proposed edits to these documents must be approved by the Area Director and at least one member of RAISA. Documents must be reviewed during and after approved edits to ensure they do not contradict themselves or other SCP-7159-related documents. Description: SCP-7159 is a rectangular altar composed of limestone, measuring approximately 1m in height. One of SCP-7159’s two longer sides is decoratively engraved with a pair of hands bound at the wrists. A shallow basin is carved into its top surface. SCP-7159 has no anomalous attributes or effects in its inactive state. In its active state, SCP-7159 emits sound waves of varying frequency between 10 and 15 hertz, and the following occurs in its immediate surroundings: Humans develop blood-filled lesions similar to boils, most commonly on the face and arms. These lesions are painful to the touch and leave crater-like depressions in the skin upon bursting. Soil loses macro- and micronutrients essential to the growth of plant life. Attempting to reintroduce nutrients to affected soil through fertilizing chemicals and plants has no effect. Livestock develop lameness, blindness, and severe immunodeficiency. Mammals cease producing milk, and species farmed for their wool develop alopecia. Avians and fish cease laying eggs. Colony collapse disorder occurs in domesticated bees. Undomesticated and feral organisms are unaffected. Water intended for human use, such as drinking or bathing, undergoes transmutation into human blood. All produced blood is Type A-negative and originates from a male of mixed Egyptian and West European descent.2 Food intended for human consumption undergoes transmutation into ash consisting of burned parchment and black oak wood. These events affect an exponentially wider area the longer SCP-7159 remains in its active state. Based on the standard rate of expansion, it is calculated that the area of effect would grow to encompass all terrestrial landmass inhabited by humans within two months if uncontained. These effects are reversed when SCP-7159 enters its inactive state. SCP-7159 enters its inactive state when a large group of people believe that the torture and killing of one human subject per day is being performed on SCP-7159. Genuinely performing these actions causes no identifiable changes to SCP-7159 or its anomalous effects. SCP-7159 was most recently in its active state from 04:32 to 07:09, 18/04/2013. Since this date, it has remained in an uninterrupted inactive state. [END OF FILE] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! You have no (0) new messages. To: ten.pics.48|euhganod_st#ten.pics.48|euhganod_st From: ten.pics.9517|eural_l#ten.pics.9517|eural_l Subject: Upcoming transfer to Area-7159 I’m sure this is all a lot to take in. I get a lot of questions about what we do here from incoming staffers. I think the one that leaves them the most illuminated is “Why are we lying to Foundation personnel about this? Why not anyone else?” In my eyes, there are two answers. I’ll give you the official one first: practicality. There are some compelling reasons to choose our own personnel as the marks for our grift. Telling ordinary civilians that hundreds of people are being sacrificed on one specific altar every year will make them ask further questions, and the Foundation’s mission statement is making sure they don’t do that. Most of the sub-veil world doesn’t trust a word we say. Both groups are significantly more likely to try storming the Area to rescue our non-existent victims than Foundation staff, who we know will accept almost anything as long as it’s approved by higher-ups and "for the greater good”. Now, for the second answer — my personal take on the situation, based on what I’ve learned over my years at Area-7159. About five years ago, we put together a feature-length “documentary” for the Site-19 conference, Blood and Limestone: The SCP-7159 Dilemma. We signed up to do it less than a month before the conference, so the whole thing was shot over a few weeks and scripted in even less time. Almost all of the filming was done during lunch breaks. The results were sloppy at best. We knew we could have made something better with more time, but we didn’t have it. Blood and Limestone was the number one most popular presentation at that year’s conference, more than every other talk, film, exhibition, and whatever else. It was screened again the next year, and the year after that. We were asked to give a talk with Q&A sessions alongside the showings, and eventually, we put together an expanded version of the talk with all-new scenes in the film. The film has now been shown at over a dozen Foundation facilities around the world, and we’re currently working on a sequel (I hope you’re not too camera-shy). Four separate facilities are investing their own funds into the production, on the condition that they get first consideration for screening locations. There’s an ongoing debate about whether we should make Blood and Limestone an official part of the containment procedures. When I was first assigned to Area-7159, there was a widespread theory that SCP-7159 ran on fear. People needed to feel terror and dread thinking about blood sacrifice for the altar to become inactive, not just believe it was being performed. None of us even considered changing the containment procedures to fit this hypothesis — surely fear would go hand in hand with violent death and torture, we thought. All we needed to do was present a believable account of coldly functional human slaughter and people would be terrified. You should see the faces in the crowd when we screen Blood and Limestone. We were wrong. There’s no fear there. The lie we wove around SCP-7159 is fascinating to the Foundation at large, not disturbing. They feel some sympathy for our supposed plight, but it’s drowned out by the awe and admiration. This is nothing new. Foundation culture has long since glorified making sacrifices and hard choices for the greater good — Blood and Limestone just wrapped it up in a perfect little two-hour package for mass consumption. The first iteration of SCP-7159’s containment procedures was created by an Emergency Containment Committee in 2007. I wasn’t brought onto the project until years later, but I know the names of every person who was on that ECC. Every researcher, theorist, containment engineer, Ethics Committee chairholder, RAISA member… the list goes on. These were seasoned members of Foundation staff. All of them had spent most of their adult lives working for S, C, and P. A good chunk of them had tenure. Every person on that ECC knew the Foundation like the back of their hand, and they knew Foundation personnel just as well. Whenever I look through that dossier of names, I wonder: Did they know that this would happen? Were they expecting it to? Could they have designed their tale of blood, guts, and grim necessity to grab something inside of the Foundation’s psyche and not let go? It’s not unreasonable to think they might have. There are certainly benefits to fitting SCP-7159 into this pre-existing fixation. If a person is deeply invested in the narrative around SCP-7159, they’ll rationalize away any discrepancies they notice instead of searching for answers. (And, trust me, as hard as we work to hide them, there are still discrepancies.) They’ll reject any suggestion it could be lies right out of the gate. Traditionally, if we wanted a response so perfectly tailored to our containment needs, we’d have to perform some kind of psy-op first. Foundation staff were already obsessed with utilitarianism and the greater good and whatever else you want to call it. And I mean obsessed — deep, all-consuming obsession. Obsession that makes you easy to manipulate. All we had to do was paint our anomaly in those colours, and we had them hook, line, and sinker. They’re too invested to step back and assess the facts they’ve been given. There are some clues in the minutiae of the containment procedures and cover story. The fake offerings being civilians instead of D-Class could be because, despite our best efforts in recent years, most personnel see the death of a D-Class as an average day at work and not the terrible but necessary moral sacrifice we’re trying to evoke. (I’ll admit that it’s equally likely that the victims aren’t D-Class because people would ask us where the hell we were getting so many of them, and if we could share.) The biggest clue is hiding in plain sight: Nothing says that we have to be the ones doing the killing. None of the object’s effects give us an immediate containment reason to do it this way, and it doesn’t have any obvious benefits, or even fringe benefits — it would’ve been significantly easier to tell everyone there was, say, some weird cult cutting people up on SCP-7159. If we did that, we wouldn’t, for example, have to search high and low for single staff with no family in the Foundation who miraculously fit all our other requirements to save people the stress of lying to their loved ones for years. Yes, it’s also to mimic hiring procedures for sites that genuinely do reprehensible things for containment purposes, but that wouldn’t be necessary if we pinned it on a fake GOI either. We wouldn’t need to forge finicky, easily-botched things like financial records and transport logs. We wouldn’t need a big, locked-down facility in the middle of nowhere. We probably wouldn’t even need our own facility! We’d still have to put effort into creating an effective hoax, but it’d be nowhere near as headache-inducing as what we have to do with the current containment plan. If we weren’t preying on Foundation axioms, casting ourselves as the killers would be so impractical as to be pointless. The mindset of the average Foundation staffer, their values and unconscious biases, has been retroactively transformed into containment procedures. It’s genius, if it was on purpose. I’m truly, deeply convinced it was. When you work at Area-7159, it can feel like you have a bird’s-eye view of the Foundation, soaring high and watching the little ants march below. It’s a powerful feeling, one that tempts you into thinking that because you’re above everything, you’re not part of a whole. But we are, and we can’t change that. Earlier this year, something happened that humbles me as much as it scares me. Every few months, I email the directors of the sites investing in the Blood and Limestone sequel to update them on the film’s progress. While I was writing one of these emails, I happened to mention some facilities where we’d screened the first film. I wasn’t sure if I was remembering one site’s designation correctly, so I looked through the official log of everywhere Blood and Limestone has been shown so far. To my surprise, Site-19 was listed several dozen times more than our little press tour had visited. It wasn’t that important, but it kept bugging me, and I knew it wouldn’t take that long to get to the bottom of it, so I picked up the phone and called our RAISA liaison at Site-19. She put me through to someone else, who put me through to someone else, and so on until I was speaking to an enthusiastic man who was very happy to be speaking to me. He has a name — I won’t bore you with it. It’s common for a new staffer’s first assignment to be to Site-19. It has a wealth of simple, low-risk anomalies, no oddities like a nearby Nexus, and it’s well-maintained enough that a beginner’s mistake won’t cause a catastrophe — there’s no better place for new personnel to get settled in and learn the ropes. That man works for Site-19’s personnel induction program. Him and his coworkers were showing our film, a film we know is only popular because it props up on everything Foundation culture wants to be propped up, to greenhorns like it was an employee orientation video. The man on the other end of the phone thought I’d be glad they were doing this. He thought we’d be so happy that they were sharing the brave, noble thing we were doing with the next generation of Foundation personnel. Playing the role I have to play to contain SCP-7159 is second nature to me now, so I smiled and agreed with him, not really registering what either of us was saying. The words tasted like bile in my mouth. We aren’t just feeding off of this stuff anymore. It’s feeding off of us, too. Some nights, I lie awake wondering. Wondering if I’m right about this being planned, if we’re stopping one problem by nurturing another, how people would react if they found out everything we do at Area-7159 is just one big wind-up. Thinking about that last one scares me more than the capabilities of an uncontained SCP-7159 ever will. If you’re worried about me, don’t be — I’m a nut, but I won’t crack. I know how to deal with these things. I’m one of the few people at Area-7159 who genuinely sees a therapist! I added my sessions to the fake schedule, so it looks like I’m attending them as well as the mandatory ones. The director of a facility that’s been torturing someone to death every day since the noughties probably would be going to therapy three times a week, if you ask me. I think it adds verisimilitude. We’re very big on verisimilitude here. I know this all must feel daunting and confusing right now, but trust me, it won’t for long. If you have any questions, feel free to send them to me. I can’t promise I’ll get back to you right away, but I’ll try to reply as fast as I can. Sincerely, Director Louise LaRue Footnotes 1. For a full list of required additions, see Document 7159-5B-2A. 2. Attempts to identify this individual are currently in progress. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7159" by PinkHatPinkJeans, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7159. Licensed under CC-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-7160 | pending | close Info X JakdragonX's Author Page | Discussion | Pedagon's Author Page ⚠️ Content Warning: This article depicts graphic displays of self-harm, mutilation, and body horror. More by JakdragonX: SCP-7766 — New World Order SCP-6864 — Belwood Staffing More by Pedagon: SCP-5366 — Until Death Do Us Part And Every Day After SCP-5365 — You Do Not Recognize The Antibodies In D. Walter ⚠️ content warning NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The below documentation is no longer valid following several recently applied changes. Personnel with access to this archived file have been asked to contact their Supervisors immediately for updated documentation once available. SCP-7160's anomalous properties are still under investigation. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 7160 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7160's smartphone. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7160 is, by all available metrics, terminated. Records containing evidence of the anomaly, including but not limited to letters of employment, archived tax forms, and government-issued identification, are to be redacted from all public databases. Minor amnestization of SCP-7160's immediate family and close contacts has been authorized to ensure further secrecy of the Foundation and its directives. The previous phone of SCP-7160 has been confiscated from local law enforcement and remains under the custody of Site-119's forensics team. It is currently monitored by 1 designated data custodian who is responsible for logging all individuals who interact with the device. In the event of unauthorized access, subsequent lockdown must be initiated to apprehend the offending person(s). As SCP-7160's anomalous properties are still poorly understood, Foundations agents have been authorized to apprehend and detain any related persons caught excessively biting or scratching themselves. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7160 is the corpse of a 24 year old adult male identified as John McAckler. On 2022/07/09, SCP-7160 was submitted to the Geneveria Health Institute after sustaining life-threatening and self-inflicted injuries across his body. Specifically, SCP-7160 experienced the following: Deep lacerations across both arms. Open wounds along the lower torso and waist. Dislocated left ankle and complete avulsion of the right foot. Bleeding gums and extreme jaw damage indicative of excessive teeth grinding. First degree burns along the outer jaw and neck. Severe poisoning caused by multiple chemicals and cleaning products. Empty left eye socket, with torn optic nerve hanging limply inside. Avulsion of the nails on both hands and remaining toenails. Emergency operations were enacted to save SCP-7160's life, however it was later declared deceased after 16 hours. While the cause of death is undeterminable as of writing, anomalous influences have since been presumed following the recovery of SCP-7160's personal phone. ADDENDUM ONE: FORENSIC REPORT PHONE NOTES I still don't fucking feel better, Shelly. You remember how you told me about all those breathing exercises or whatever? Or that little "toe-clenching" trick you had me do whenever I felt the urge to scratch? Yeah, those "tidbits" of yours? They did absolutely nothing. I just had to rush myself to the ER for a second time this week. They took one look at me and rushed me inside for treatment. The doctors were picking scabs and dead skin off for hours before lathering me with enough lidocaine to paralyze a horse. Said that if I scratched anymore I'd be shredding into the literal bone. Look, I understand you're just trying to do your job. And I know you're not my doctor. But can you PLEASE do something about this Shelly? I'll make sure to schedule another appointment. Hey Shelly. I woke up this morning to a 3-inch millipede crawling inside my mouth. I could feel its shell swishing around in my spit and the dry taste of wriggling little legs crawling along my tongue. I actually felt like I was going to retch when it started rubbing against my gums. I had to rush to the bathroom and puke everything out. I also managed to grab some pesticide in case I needed to hose something down the sink. But, of course, nothing came out — just retch and mucus. Like always. I'm sure I have the vomit caked outside my mouth still, but frankly I don't care enough to clean it. It's not worth standing in front of a mirror trying to scrape it all off. After all, the last thing I want is to find a tapeworm inching its slimy body inside my eye somewhere while I wipe my face. Shelly, I really can't take this anymore. I am constantly suffering. My coworkers keep telling me to stop biting my nails at work. And they won't stop teasing me and saying that it's not "hygienic" or whatever. They just don’t understand that I'm doing it for a reason. But it's whatever — at least the nurses stopped giving me weird glances after I started coming in for burns instead of scratch marks. Speaking of co-workers, I've had to add another few days off from last week's schedule. Everything was fine until I saw the fire ants crawling underneath my skin. It got so bad that one of the security guards had to restrain me with handcuffs again. Still, I managed to get the rest of them off me with a bit of biting and some uncomfortable wriggling. I think their guts are still stuck in between my teeth somewhere. This is yet again another reminder to give this to you when I see you again. I know you’ll take care of me. Like the angel you are. Here's the thing about all the other therapists I've met: they don't know shit. I mean, they literally tried telling me that writing about this all would actually help. About how "addressing your problems" can "help you fight them" or whatever. The real generic shit, right? And, you know what, I was ready to believe that garbage too. I mean, I know they just wanted to help — and I just wanted nothing more than to stop the itching and to finally wake up without blood seeping down my arms. But those motherfuckers lied to me. Of course it's not that simple. I still wake up to the same feelings and urges that I've always had. I swear it's inescapable now. I can't even so much as think without feeling a random urge to swat away spiders crawling up my legs, or a fly going inside my nose. That's not even including all the times I've looked through my clothes and saw the countless fleas and ticks nesting in the fibers. This can't continue. I have to do something about it. THEY'RE INSIDE OF ME AGAIN. WHY DO THEY NEVER STOP? IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME IT'S BITING ME. I can't keep writing these anymore. I'm way too stressed. And tired. My body won't stop aching anymore and the stares just keep getting worse. I have to talk to Shelly again. She knows me so much better than everyone else now. SCHEDULED APPOINTMENTS TO: moc.liamg|02496yuglooc#moc.liamg|02496yuglooc FROM: Heartland Counseling and Resilience Center (Automated) SUBJECT: APPOINTMENT CONFIRMATION Hello, Mr. McAckler. Congratulations! You have been booked for another session with one of our specialized counsellors. We know you two will go far together! Please verify the following information for us. If you notice an error, please reach out by either giving us a call or responding to this email: Date: 2022-06-12 Time: 6:00 P.M. Counsellor: Shelly Lee Reason for Visit: There are tiny little insects crawling down my esophagus and burying tunnels inside my organs. The claw marks are getting worse and I swear nobody else seems to understand. THEY DON'T STOP EXISTING JUST BECAUSE YOU SAY THEY'RE FAKE! We hope to see you there! Displaying previous history… ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - I NEED Shelly. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - I feel them again… ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - THEY'RE IN MY EARS. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - I swear there are bugs in me. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - NOBODY UNDERSTANDS. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - I'm hurting myself again. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - Please call me ASAP! ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - Can we do this today? ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - You told me wrong… ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - It's more than a checkup. ☆ Heartland Counseling APPOINTMENT UPDATE: - Are you free this week? SENT VOICEMAILS TO: Heartland Counseling and Resilience Center Uhm — hello. My name is, uh, John, and I was hoping I could maybe get ahold of someone about my upcoming appointment? I know you guys, uh, you guys listed down someone named Raheem as my counsellor, but — well, I was hoping to change that to Shelly? Sorry about all this. I fat-fingered when I was making the selection on the screen. Big hands… you know? Anyway, thanks. … Oh, if you need to reach me you can just call this number again. Or email me, I guess. Alright, bye. Hi it's John again. You know? The, uh, the guy that keeps scheduling all the appointments? I was just wondering when a good time would be to fix my little error from before. I know you — ah, sorry — you all keep trying to call but it's… just difficult to respond sometimes. Anyway, I don't know Raheem and I don't think it would be a good idea if I saw him. Please call me back? Hi. John McAckler here. I saw that someone made that… that change like I asked. That's, um, that's great! I appreciate it. I—oh, please excuse me. … … Alright, back. Sorry had to make a quick trip to the bathroom. You know? Not to pee or anything, no, just to make sure I wasn't scratching too much. It's the, urm, the reason I've been trying to get in with you guys again. This is awkward. Sorry. I just wanted to see if Shelly was around? She was going to help me. Thanks. Hi again this is John. Are you fucking kidding me here? Look, I've been calling you guys like 5 or 6 times now and none of you ever reach out. What's the deal?! You guys can't just keep calling me at like, 2 P.M. anymore. I understand you all probably work nine-to-five but I'm busy dealing with problems I can't even fix on my own! It wouldn't even be that bad if you just picked up your phones! But no, I have to keep fucking SUFFERING until somebody calls me back! Look, I just need to talk to Shelly — okay? I am absolutely SICK of asking all I need is just SOMEONE who understands! Someone who gets me! I'm not trying to be creepy, okay? I just need HELP FROM SOMEONE! Hi, this is John. I'll be in at 4 tomorrow. I expect a supervisor when I arrive. RECORDED MEMOS [BEGIN LOG] JOHN: I—sorry, give me a second. SHELLY: You're fine, take your time. JOHN: I… is it okay if we, uh, recorded this? For my sake, I mean? SHELLY: Of course. Whatever helps you, John. JOHN: It really would, haha. Audible silence for several seconds. JOHN: Okay, I think I have everything. SHELLY: You sure? JOHN: Think so now. SHELLY: Okay, great. SHELLY clears her throat. SHELLY: Heard you had some trouble reaching us. I'm really sorry about that. JOHN: It's okay now. I mean, I'm pretty mad still but it's fine so long as I can actually, you know, speak with someone. SHELLY: Well, I appreciate your patience then. I was looking at your record again and I saw that you scheduled this because you were feeling your symptoms again. Is this correct? JOHN: Yes! Yes, you're right. There is a ruffle of papers. SHELLY: Looks like you were given some medication by your doctor. Have you been taking it? JOHN: Yes, Shelly, I have. And I'm telling you it's not working. SHELLY: That's unfortunate. Would you mind telling me how it's not working for you? JOHN: "How?" What do you MEAN how?! SHELLY: I'm just asking a question, John. JOHN: How do you not see them? They're everywhere now! SHELLY: Can you point me to where, exactly? Maybe if you can show me— JOHN: I am showing you! Right now! I— look I'm even scratching them off! SHELLY: John, please, take a breath for me. JOHN: Just look Shelly, I'm telling you they're right there—! SHELLY: John, I don't see anything. JOHN: But I do! SHELLY: I understand that. And I'd like to help but I need you to try and calm down if you want to continue. JOHN: I— I… Audible silence. JOHN: I'm sorry. SHELLY: That's quite alright, it's why I'm here. Slight movement captured, followed by the opening of a creaky door. SHELLY: Let's take a quick break, okay? [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] JOHN: Thank you, Shelly, I really needed that. SHELLY: Not a problem. Like I said, it's why I'm here. The two pause for several seconds. JOHN: So, you can't see them either, right? Silence. SHELLY: No, John, I can't. And I won't be able to. JOHN: Because they "don't exist," right? SHELLY: Let me ask you a question. How do they exist to you? What do you see when they appear? JOHN: I… I see them as many things. You know? SHELLY: Such as? JOHN: Well, often I see ants. Large ones. With big, meaty jaws. And sometimes I see spiders and worms as well — really the worms only appear in the light, right underneath my eyes. SHELLY: I see. Does it hurt? JOHN: Sometimes it does. I guess… I guess it just sorta depends? SHELLY: It depends? Would you be able to elaborate on that? JOHN: I don't really know how to explain it. I guess it just depends on my mood, or what I'm seeing, you know? Spiders hurt the most, especially when they, like, bite down. SHELLY: And is this separate from your injuries? Are you feeling this pain even in spots where you're not hurt at? JOHN: I don't know. SHELLY: I see… The two fall silent as papers are shuffled once more. SHELLY: Do you see them? JOHN: "Them?" The insects? Like, right now? SHELLY: Yes. JOHN: I… well… not really. It's hard for me to find them when I'm actively looking sometimes. SHELLY: Oh, I see then. Sorry. JOHN: Not to worry. SHELLY: Let's go ahead and pause again for a minute and see how you're feeling when we come back. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] SHELLY: I can tell you're bothered. Would you be able to explain why? JOHN: Explain? SHELLY: Only if you're able to. JOHN: I mean… JOHN sighs. JOHN: How about you live a life where everyone tells you that your mind is wrong? The two do not speak for several seconds. JOHN: I mean, seriously — everywhere I go, everything I do — it's always the same. I know my reality is real, and I know that what I see aren't just these… illusions that everyone makes them out to be. I've never not been able to trust my eyes, you know? SHELLY: I understand. JOHN: And then one day you wake up and people tell you to ignore all of that and to pretend like nothing is happening with me. It's frustrating. SHELLY: And it's exhausting, right? JOHN: Yes! You're exactly right. I'm tired, Shelly. I'm tired of having to attend these appointments. Of making notes in my phone to keep my thoughts away from the slugs and centipedes crawling up my nose. I just… JOHN does not finish his sentence. SHELLY: You just…? JOHN: It's there. SHELLY: Oh? JOHN: Right between my index fingers. Do you see it? SHELLY: Describe to me exactly what you're seeing. JOHN: It's… big. About the size of my palm. And it's brown, clinging to the side of my finger. SHELLY: Mhm. JOHN: It has two massive pincers in the front, and four legs around its abdomen. It's crawling— SHELLY: A beetle? JOHN: No, no, it's far too large. I— I think it might be a— JOHN shivers before pausing. SHELLY: It's okay, John. What were you about to say? JOHN: I think… it looks like a water bug. The two do not speak. JOHN: I— Shelly. Shelly please help me. I'm begging you, please— SHELLY: Don't worry, John. it'll be alright. Give me a moment, okay? There is a shuffle, followed shortly by the sound of a drawer opening. John gasps as shuffling is again heard over the microphone. SHELLY: Alright, go ahead and point me to it. Is it right… here? JOHN: No, it's a little more up — I mean, ah, down — stop. Right there. SHELLY: I see. Is the mirror catching it? JOHN: The mirror? I mean, yeah it's— JOHN suddenly stops talking. SHELLY: This is what I'm seeing right now John. And, I promise you, there's no bug there. SHELLY pauses. SHELLY: Do you see a water bug in the mirror? JOHN: It was just… I… The two stop talking briefly. JOHN: No… no I don't see it anymore. JOHN sighs in apparent relief. JOHN: I can't believe it… you just… How did— how did you do that? [END LOG] TEXT MESSAGES hey shelly, this is john this is the right number…… right? Hi John. This is the correct number. Sorry for not giving you the correct one earlier. it's ok lol thank you for your help today. whatever magic you did… it really worked. That's fantastic. Have you taken your medication? yea, yea, i did as you asked. Great. Please let me know if you need anything else. i actually do need something. How can I help? that thing you did… how did you know? Know what? that it would uh disapear? ig Are you asking about the mirror? yea Well, John. In truth, I didn't. I had no idea what would happen. you didn't? Not at all. But I'm glad it helped you nonetheless. is there a more permanent solution? for the insects, i mean. it would make it easier to sleep lol. The medication will help you with that. So long as you're taking it. i really did take it! it's just… idk Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you John. ok. hey shelly? Hello John. sorry i know you're not working rn there's just… something on my mind. That's quite alright. How can I help? back in our session you asked me something. i never got to finish my answer lol Oh. About how exhausted you were, right? yea Go ahead and tell me what's on your mind. Just know that after this we'll need to schedule another appointment if you need to discuss this further. yea, i know lol sorry but your company kinda sux when it comes to scheduling stuff John, please. What was your answer for before? oh right sorry anyway, i just kinda wanted to say that like… idk. it sucks being the only one who feels this way, yk? I can understand that feeling. There's a lot of people like you. And a lot of other people who feel that way too. yea… i guess i mean, idk having someone who can bridge that gap and help me is… it's all i want … …? Let's try and keep the rest of our conversations in the office. ok. sorry. hey again Hello John. look ik you said that we should keep this in the office and thats fine and all but i just felt bad. wanted to say sorry Thank you for your apology. It's fine. ok… good. are we still good for this saturday? got a lot on my mind again lol I will need to check with my schedule. thats okay lol but… seriously, thank you… you have helped me tremendously Not a problem. do you have a place for reviews? can i give you a review? You can review my company. If you want to leave something about me that's fine. I can't stop you from doing that. ok… cool lol no biggie, just wanted to show my gratitude and appreciation give you a 5-star… for, yknow, being 5 stars ;) sorry that was stupid. please respond John I'm going to have to ask you kindly to stop texting me. ok. shelly shelly please respond they're back the bugs… they're here Have you taken your meds today? shelly im telling you they don't work omg there's so many please shelly i need your help please Our appointment is not until tomorrow. Can you wait until then? NO shelly you don't get it it's bad i swear i just blinked and i saw a bunch of termites disappear from my glass im scratching myself to the bone now i need your help rn im going to die John, if you need emergency help please contact the police. I can even do it for you if you want WHY? so they can not believe me??? shelly please bring your mirror and come to my house rn i promise it will be worth it John please stop texting me. I'm serious. shelly im begging you please i can feel them digging into my cheeks THEY'RE TEARING APART MY TOES please bring your mirror… please… I'm contacting the police right now. They can help you. shelly why do you keep refusing??? i thought you were supposed to HELP??? don't you understand I'M IN PAIN RN????? HELP ME HELP ME I'm blocking this number. Please do not come near me. YOU FUCKING CUNT IS THIS HOW IT IS?? I KNEW YOU WERE A LYING SCUMBAG I SWEAR YOU WILL REGRET THIS VIDEO RECORDINGS [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with the camera on top of a dining room table. Two chairs — still pushed in — somewhat obstruct John McAckler as he paces frantically from one side to another. He stands in front of a sofa and a TV currently playing the Channel 16 News. No audio can be heard. John whispers frantically as he continues pacing for several seconds. He stops mid-step. Another mutter, followed by the words "SHELLY," before he grabs the temples of his forehead . John mutely yells in apparent pain as he begins to profusely scratch his arms. Ragged marks appear along the surface of his flesh. He remains frozen in place as the bare and scarred skin becomes red from the friction. Blood likewise begins dripping down from his elbows and onto the floor. He wipes sweat off his brow before stripping his clothes. First the shirt, then the pants, and finally the undergarments. After another brief moment of struggle he stands nude in front of the camera. Along his upper torso, several jagged cuts and bruises are visible. Severely bleeding human bite marks along the left and right thighs are also visible from this angle. John retreats behind the camera and remains there for 34 seconds. He soon returns with a chef's knife, a metal fork and spoon, cleaning disinfectant, a large pot of boiling water, and a pair of slip-joint pliers. He haphazardly throws them across the floor and looks back at the camera with a wild grin. John mouths another comment before retrieving the chef's knife from his side. He holds the sharpened blade towards his left wrist. He smiles before sliding the knife across, cutting a deep laceration into the skin and tendons. He tips his wrist towards the floor as blood begins to drip and flow into a pool beneath. John cackles. The bleeding continues as he makes another cut on his opposite arm. The blood pools further as John grabs the fork and spoon on his opposite side. He breathes deeply before plunging the spoon into his left eye. He rocks his head backward as the spoon pierces into the damaged socket. He twists and yanks the spoon out, causing both viscera and what remains of his eye to fling onto the table. He then turns toward the fork, poking the edge of it underneath his index fingernail and quickly pulls backward. The fingernail snaps off effortlessly, revealing bare and bleeding flesh underneath. Despite the apparent pain, John grabs the pliers and holds them firm towards his toe. He continues clamping down before inexplicably twisting the pliers — causing the big toe to contort and dislocate at a 60 degree angle. He reels backward once more, pausing briefly as he drops the pliers onto the floor. He begins to speak, but the camera can not discern anything beyond him mouthing "DROWN." He grabs the boiling water sitting nearby and pours it along his face and upper torso. Hot steam races around his body. His arms writhe in pain but he does not attempt to brush the water off. John can now barely be seen in the video. Nothing occurs for approximately 30 seconds as the steam dissipates. John remains motionless in front of the dining room table. Suddenly, John begins smiling again. His teeth — which can now be seen on the camera footage — are stained red with blood. He utters another phrase, but only "SHELLY" can be discerned. John frowns just as the video camera falls down. Recording ceases abruptly. [END LOG] ADDENDUM TWO: UPDATE On 2022/08/01, Foundation scientists were able to perform a complete autopsy of SCP-7160. One week later, on 2022/08/06, a subsequent report of the anomaly's corpse was logged and stored within Site-119. While this report does confirm several key facts about SCP-7160's death, several other discoveries were also uncovered: DR. COLLINS - EXCERPT FROM SCP-7160 REPORT: The body itself, among its other injuries, also possessed its own unique… peculiarities. For example, when we extracted different tissue samples for identification, Dr. Radhurst and I discovered the presence of several small and distinct markings along the inside of the skin and various internal scrapes along the cranium. Speaking of the skull, deeper scans of the body's skeletal remains found large, vacant tunnel systems terminating at nearly all points throughout the hands, feet, and open orifices. […] It appears the added marrow and calcified shell of the victim's hollowed bones seem to have created the perfect ecosystem for whatever may have been living within. Additionally, after penetrating the hypodermis, we saw that the regular fluid filling the interstitium was completely drained. While ordinarily this may be the result of rare genetic circumstances or severe external damage, this particular case is not believed to have resulted in any structural abnormalities to the body. Rather, analysis of tissues and the surrounding area has since been found to contain a nearly invisible chitinous dust in its place. […] Following SCP-7160's autopsy, another investigation into its smartphone was initiated. Upon further analysis, Foundation researchers confirmed that the last application active on the device was Google Maps — which was currently en route to Shelly Lee's personal residence. Furthermore, a new message notification appeared upon device startup. The contents of which have been attached below: John? Hi… this is Shelly. You know… with Heartland Counselling? Would you be able to call me ASAP? I don't know who else to go to… I can't stop itching anymore. C is for "Closers" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub E is for "Eternity" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7160" by JakdragonX and Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7160. Licensed under CC-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: 6584014189_f7e14bcd1c_b.jpg Name: Smartphone Configuration for Social Media Marketing in Frederick MD Author: Frederick Md Publicity License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Openverse |
SCP-7161 | safe | Interior of the Horace City Hall ancillary building, prior to the boarding-off of its windows. Item #: SCP-7161 Special Containment Procedures: Entry to the ancillary building of the Horace City Hall is forbidden to all personnel without 4/7161 certification. No more than two people at a time may be granted 4/7161 certification. The door and surrounding fencing are both to be locked and the exterior of the facility is not to be maintained. Live surveillance footage of the exterior is to be continually tracked via hidden camera; a plainclothes guard is to be continually posted within 400 meters of the ancillary building. No cameras are to be placed in the interior or filming into it. A Foundation bot (Collus.AIC) will continually monitor Horace social media accounts for mentions of certain stories; when a significant increase in their discussion is documented, five more plainclothes guards will be stationed in Horace for the next month. Description: SCP-7161 refers to two wooden crates found in the first-floor supply closet of the ancillary building of the Horace, North Dakota city hall. The smaller crate, SCP-7161-1, is cubic; each side measures approximately 23cm. A length of narrow rubber hose protrudes from a circular hole in the crate and through the wooden floorboards of the supply closet. While attempting to discover where the hose led, a previously undocumented basement was discovered. The height of the basement’s walls are eight feet, and the floor is dirt. The hose protrudes through the ceiling of the basement and outputs about 10cc of fluid per hour, which drips into the soil. The source and content of this fluid is classified by O5 order. Before entry to the ancillary building was restricted, occasional noises were reported from the interior of SCP-7161-1. The content of these reports is classified by O5 order. The larger crate, SCP-7161-2, measures 2m×0.8m×0.6m. The sides of the crate are stained, consistent with a large amount of fluid accreting in its interior. Occasionally, 1-2 civilians will attempt to breach the Horace City Hall ancillary building. Before these attempts, public discussion of certain stories tends to increase approximately threefold across Horace. These stories include, among others: The Green Knight; The Legend of Sleepy Hollow; The Book of Judith; The Green Ribbon; David and Goliath; The [REDACTED] of John the Baptist. Both crates are stenciled on their sides with the words “SCP Foundation Department of Abnormalities”. No department by that name has ever existed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7161" by habaniah, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7161. Licensed under CC-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: Dark Exit (16536230456).jpg Name: Dark Exit Author: darkday License: CC BY 2.0 Deed Source Link: https://flickr.com/photos/99649389@N02/16536230456 |
SCP-7162 | thaumiel | 7162 close Info X Article: SCP-7162 - Lo Barato Sale Caro (Pinche Rana Envidiosa) Author: Agente Shuffle Coauthor: Doc slash Feedback given by: agente alan, TheBoxOfFun, Luis Gm, Hight0w3r, extasis, Jomosu (and some other Área-Jo folks!), Amai-Ixchel, Forecbai, Abrethe does not match any existing user name, TopDownUnder, Veralta does not match any existing user name, Veramadues, RuraScarlet, Eduteck Image Credits: Abarrotes Lorena, by DogeGamer2015MZT, licensed under CC0 1.0 Public Domain. Frog, by Vassil, licensed under CC0 1.0 Public Domain. Moluna, licensed under CC0 Public Domain. Ciruela, by Markus Leupold-Löwenthal, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 and modified by Agente Shuffle Dead Ciruela, licensed under CC0 Public Domain and modified by Agente Shuffle Osvaldo (Upper half), own work. Licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Dead Osvaldo, by Ian Livesey, licensed under CC0 Public Domain and modified by Agente Shuffle Ernesto (Upper half), own work. Licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Dead Ernesto, by Joshua Sherurcij, authorized to be used in this article and modified by Agente Shuffle Clarisa, by Jamie, licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0 and modified by Agente Shuffle Dead Clarisa, by Pink Sherbet Photography, licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0. and modified by Agente Shuffle 12/10/2009 ITERATION [OUTDATED] [CLOSE] ITEM #: SCP-7162 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-7162 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As all attempts to acquire SCP-7162, buy its terrain, manage the store, improve SCP-7162's functioning, hire security personnel for the store, install surveillance cameras, and employ Foundation personnel in SCP-7162 have been unsuccessful thus far, the Foundation has contacted the owners of the house in front of SCP-7162 to install hidden cameras pointing towards the store under the alibi of mold removal and pest control in order to facilitate the proper surveillance of SCP-7162, as well as the detection of larceny. Any individual who steals items from SCP-7162 outside of Foundation testing is to be closely monitored until their death; once this happens, a cover story will be created, if necessary, to prevent the civil population from linking the case to SCP-7162. Otherwise, the Foundation will only limit the available data regarding the incident to the civil population and other investigative bodies. Several false social programs and initiatives, such as "Localidad De Calidad" and "Edificio A Tu Servicio", have been made in order to facilitate the covert research and evaluation of SCP-7162 by Foundation researchers. If any irregularity is found in mundane buildings covered by the programs, the personnel assigned to said initiatives is allowed to finance reparations, although they must pay special attention to SCP-7162. Once research on the item is completed, all programs are to be discontinued under the alibi of economical difficulties. SCP-7162 DESCRIPTION: SCP-7162 is a grocery store named Abarrotes Lorena, located in Mazatlán, Sinaloa, México, built in 1992. When an individual removes any item from SCP-7162 without paying or without the owner's permission, SCP-7162's abnormal qualities will be triggered, as the subject involved will inevitably die in a variable lapse after stealing the object, being their death always caused by or related to the substracted item. Specific details about SCP-7162's methods to successfully eliminate the involved individual are currently unknown, although it is hypothesized that it could possess probability manipulation or retrocausal properties, or be related to other similar anomalies. ITEM DISCOVERY: SCP-7162 was discovered during the investigations of an individual's death following an unusual chain of events related to a robbery he carried out two days ago. This incident was demonstrably similar to other cases in the last eight years, sharing the common factor of the victims having stolen from SCP-7162 prior to their deaths. While the information of the case had spread too quickly to deploy an alibi, said alibi wasn't required, as the local population attributed the subject's death to local gangs and the unusualness of the circumstances to police corruption to protect the involved gang members, allowing the Foundation to only focus on limiting the available information regarding this and previous similar cases. ADDENDUM ALPHA: TEST #1 SUBJECT D-1108 TEST CONDUCTOR Dr. Marcelo Quintana TEST OVERSEER Dr. Alejandro González SUBSTRACTED ITEM One Granny Smith apple RESULTS D-1108 successfully extracted and ingested the apple. 32 minutes later, D-1108 began to cough loudly and suffered a cardiac arrest. Posterior analysis revealed the substracted apple contained unusually high potassium levels, which had provoked D-1108 hyperkalemia. TEST #2 SUBJECT D-1110 TEST CONDUCTOR Dr. Marcelo Quintana TEST OVERSEER Dr. Alejandro González SUBSTRACTED ITEM One Blueberry Bubbaloo bubblegum RESULTS D-1110 successfully extracted and consumed the bubblegum. 8 minutes later, D-1110 began to show asphyxiation signs and died before Foundation personnel could intervene. Posterior analysis revealed that the bubblegum had become a dense paste that obstructed D-1110's trachea. TEST #4 SUBJECT D-1113 TEST CONDUCTOR Dr. Marcelo Quintana TEST OVERSEER Dr. Alejandro González SUBSTRACTED ITEM A bag of Rancheritos RESULTS D-1113 successfully extracted the bag and proceeded to eat the chips. While doing so, a fragment of a single chip lodged in one of her gums; the pain caused D-1113 to drop the bag and stand up quickly, accidentally stepping on it and slipping to fall to the floor. The cause of death was determined to be a traumatic brain injury. TEST #8 SUBJECT D-1120 TEST CONDUCTOR Dr. Marcelo Quintana TEST OVERSEER Dr. Alejandro González SUBSTRACTED ITEM One brown chicken egg RESULTS D-1120 successfully extracted the egg, and gave it to Dr. González to prepare it as a sunny-side-up fried egg. 12 minutes after eating, D-1120 suddenly died. Posterior analysis has been inconclusive and the exact cause of D-1120's death is uncertain, although it is believed to be somehow related to the stolen egg. TEST #16 SUBJECT Andrea Luna Morales; civilian TEST CONDUCTOR N/A TEST OVERSEER N/A SUBSTRACTED ITEM A $300 vintage skull belt RESULTS Ms. Luna successfully stole the belt from the store and was closely followed up by the Foundation. Eight hours later, an unidentified burglar broke into Ms. Luna's house. Ms. Luna attempted to attack the thief with a knife upon noticing he was unarmed, but the burglar managed to grab the belt and strangled her to death. Posterior analysis of the house revealed that several objects had been stolen, including the belt. Subsequent follow-ups of the thief have revealed that, at the time of adding Addendum Bravo, he hasn't died yet despite having stolen the aforementioned belt. The reason for this is currently unknown. ADDENDUM BRAVO: SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: SCP-7162 Lead Researcher: Doctor Marcelo Quintana Rodríguez Supporting Personnel: Doctor Marina Velázquez - Representing Site-34 Doctor Dulce Talavera - Representing Site-34's Logistics Department Please fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for the proposal submission: ☑ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ☐ Excessive Danger ☑ Expense ☐ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment ☑ Legal Concerns ☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s): ) ☐ Other (please state): Summary: Despite all the unusual factors surrounding SCP-7162 that would expose the existence of the anomalous to the civilian population, we've been lucky, as the deaths are often blamed on gangs and cartels; however, we cannot keep risking the secrecy of the Foundation and the Veil's integrity like we've been doing for the past 2 years. We can't know for sure if the people will remain forever ignorant about the true nature of SCP-7162, but I believe it'd be unwise to test it out. Besides the imminent danger to the Veil, there are other reasons why I believe SCP-7162 should be decommissioned: The item's Special Containment Procedures are far more complex and expensive than they should be. While in other situations we'd just enact Standard Regulation Protocols like any other Anomalous Object or Unexplained Location, we've had to come up with Containment Procedures that, if not for the unusualness of the circumstances, would correspond to a Keter-Class Object. In the sight of the most recent earthquake, our Containment Teams have noticed that SCP-7162 presents important structural damage and estimate that the building may crumble down under its own weight in the following 8 years. We could take advantage of this, by causing the destruction of the building and covering it as a disaster that naturally occurred due to the earthquake. With this, we could avoid the constant threat to the Veil that SCP-7162 poses, and we could save assets that could be better used on more important projects. I'll look forward to your response. — Dr. Quintana Proposal Status: PENDING 04/10/2012 ITERATION [CURRENT] [CLOSE] ITEM #: SCP-7162 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT: THAUMIEL DISRUPTION: DARK ITEM: SCP-7162 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT: THAUMIEL DISRUPTION: DARK SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7162 and SCP-7162-A are currently contained in separate Standard Containment Lockers, both located in Site-34's Low-Risk Anomalies Sector. Testing on both items has been permanently suspended due to their Thaumiel-class designation. SCP-7162 DESCRIPTION: SCP-7162 is a 20cm tall crystal statue vaguely resembling a stylized frog. Despite the conditions it was found in during its discovery, SCP-7162 is unusually well preserved and it's believed to be indestructible, although no extensive testing on this has been done yet. SCP-7162-A is a wooden tablet with a Spanish arte mayor poem carved in its obverse, which directly addresses SCP-7162's anomalous qualities and is believed to be the cause of said qualities, or a trigger for them to manifest. SCP-7162-A's reverse features several esoteric and ritualistic symbols commonly used in regional santería rituals. Most of these symbols are painted on the tablet with black and red dyes, although four unknown symbols are carved in each corner of SCP-7162. It is uncertain whether these four symbols are ritualistic or were added for mere aesthetical purposes. The original poem carved in SCP-7162-A and a translation of it are shown below. ORIGINAL POEM En nombre de los diablos del Infierno Y de Cristo que está en el Cielo Conjúrote a ti, Santa Rana A que protejas mi humilde casa Mi tienda, mi puesto, y patrimonio Del que quita y roba tal que rata Y sea esta tabla testimonio Del conjuro echado a esta rana TRANSLATED POEM In the name of the devils in Hell And of Christ who is in Heaven I conjure you, Holy Frog To protect my humble house My store, my shop, and patrimony From those who steal and rob like rats And let this tablet be a testimony Of the spell cast on this frog ITEM DISCOVERY: During the decommissioning of the former SCP-7162 (see the December 2009 iteration of this file), a piece of rubble broke a portion of the building's floor and revealed a mid-sized empty space beneath the ground. Upon examination, SCP-7162 and SCP-7162-A were found along with four entirely consumed candles, charred remains of a rose, several small blood stains forming a circle, and a torn thousand Mexican pesos banknote. All items were retrieved and transported to Site-34 for further examination. When questioned by covert Foundation Agents, the owner of the building claimed to have no knowledge of any of the discovered items nor about the ritual believed to have involved them, and was released. ADDENDUM ALPHA: One month after SCP-7162 and SCP-7162-A were officially contained at Site-34, a spontaneous series of seemingly random deaths amongst the personnel began occurring at a rate of approximately 2 deaths per month. Upon examination, it was revealed that all deaths were consistent with or similar to the ones documented in the 2009 Iteration of the former SCP-7162 file, and it was determined that the current SCP-7162 could have transferred its qualities to Site-34. A summarized list of these events is shown below. EVENT #1 SUBJECT Ernesto Miguel Navarro Tello; Foundation Parazoology Researcher STOLEN ITEM A ballpoint pen RESULTS Res. Navarro had borrowed Dr. Lucía "Lucifer" Reyes' pen but forgot to give it back, and exited the facility with it in his pocket at the end of his shift. While going back home, Res. Navarro was assaulted by a thief attempting to rob him; he resisted and fought back, managing to disarm the robber, but the pen fell from his pocket and was used by the thief to stab him repeatedly in the throat. Res. Navarro's cause of death was identified as asphyxia with his own blood. EVENT #2 SUBJECT José Audiffred Mendoza; Foundation Doctor STOLEN ITEM Information from an SCP-ES-037 investigation, by Dr. Ásbjörn Klasz, passed off as his own work RESULTS Dr. Audiffred was found dead in his office, with signs indicating a fight had happened earlier. Disforming Radiation analysis showed that an SCP-ES-037 event had occurred a few minutes before. Dr. Audiffred's death was attributed to hostile SCP-ES-037-A instances, consistent with behavior documented in Addendum 037-02, although the specific cause for the attack is uncertain. EVENT #4 SUBJECT Juan Álvaro Miguel Trujillo; civilian STOLEN ITEM SCP-ES-020 - A clay funerary urn capable of generating a humanoid entity from its interior, which will drag the user into its interior: a field resembling a South American aboriginal settlement RESULTS It is believed that the subject stole the item after an accident during transportation to Site-313. Álvaro was found dead in his house due to a cervical fracture, assumed to have occurred when he was "brought back" from SCP-ES-020. Five members of his family were found nearby, all of them killed with poisonous darts and arrows; the way of death matches with behavior seen during Incident 020-001. Evidence suggests they might have been killed by SCP-ES-020-1 when trying to help Álvaro to resist entering SCP-ES-020. Item successfully retrieved. EVENT #6 SUBJECT Víctor Penz; Foundation Field Agent STOLEN ITEM Four bags of SCP-ES-204 - Sour candy gummies capable of modifying the consumer's physical structure to match the appearance of the costume they are wearing, as long as they consume the corresponding flavor. Non-anomalous if consumed without wearing a costume. RESULTS Agent Penz retired the bags during his lunch break. While carrying them around the facility, Agent Penz began to stagger and walk erratically moments before losing consciousness and falling to the ground, dying shortly after. Posterior analysis revealed that he had suddenly suffered hyperglycemia despite not having any habits that negatively affected his blood sugar levels nor having consumed any SCP-ES-204 instance. Agent Midy Menta was later found dead in her cubicle similar to Agent Penz. While initially believed to have had no input or relation to Penz's actions, Site-34 internal audio recordings revealed that Agent Menta had suggested Agent Penz bring her a few bags of SCP-ES-204 to eat together. All items were successfully retrieved. ADDENDUM BRAVO: SCP Object Reclassification Proposal Form Item #: SCP-7162 Lead Researcher: Doctor Marcelo Quintana Rodríguez Supporting Personnel: Doctor Marina Velázquez - Representing Site-34 Doctor Borja Dowell - Representing Site-34's Ethics Committee Please fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for the proposal submission: ☐ Alternative Containment Procedures available ☐ Changes in the item's anomalous properties ☑ External circumstances require a different containment approach for the item ☐ Ethical issues regarding the usage of the current Object Class ☑ Item has great benefit potential (only appliable to Thaumiel and Flor Galana Proposals) ☑ A different Object Class would be more appropriate ☐ Item has been assigned a now-obsolete Object Class ☐ Other (please state): Summary: It is no secret that, despite the Foundation's goal to protect humankind from the anomalous, several individuals from both our facilities and other organizations seek to take the items we contain for their own personal goals. This despondent situation is well known, and the Foundation has spent large amounts of money to prevent and hopefully end this, with mid-success. SCP-7162 could help us with that task due to its very "conservative" nature. The deaths caused by SCP-7162, while very unfortunate, have shown us its full potential. Exploring its qualities further will allow us to properly use it to our advantage and avoid similar incidents with our personnel, regarding both deaths and stolen high-importance objects. I can't deny the efficacy of the current ESTIBEN Project, but the proper usage of this item could significantly improve its efficiency, not only guaranteeing the death of the main culprit who could compromise the Veil's integrity but also allowing us to take action much quicker. By having enough, well-placed, informants, and following news or even online rumors about deaths related to the item following SCP-7162's behavior patterns, we could arrive at the scene before others and we'd be able to carry on our information suppression duties in a much better way. I believe the Archives And Revision Department will appreciate this. I'll look forward to your response. — Dr. Quintana Proposal Status: APPROVED Additional Notes: All on-site personnel was briefly informed of SCP-7162's anomalous qualities, as well as advised to not steal any mundane items from the Site under any circumstances. After one week of observation, it was determined that the personnel morale had risen, as they were more trusting, honest, and communicative with their peers. The Site budget began to be managed in a more efficient manner as well. SCP-7162 has been properly reclassified as Thaumiel. Documentation updated. INCIDENT CASCADE [OPEN] [CLOSE] At 22:51 hours on September 15th, 2015, a Serpent's Hand cell broke into Site-34 through Storage Area B without being noticed, quickly splitting into three separate groups. The first group, composed of PoI-1888 ("Medellín's Joker"), PoI-1999 ("Emily Miranda"), and five other unknown individuals, was tasked with obfuscating the Site's surveillance systems while distracting Security Personnel members and headed towards the Security Outposts. The second group, formed entirely by six unknown individuals, was tasked with the extraction of SCP-████ and headed toward the Site's Moderate-Risk Anomalies Sector. Clearest known photograph of PoI-1987 ("Moluna"). Photographer unknown. The third group, consisting only of PoI-1987 ("Moluna") and an unknown individual, referred to as "Nuez", was tasked with searching for other useful items, abnormal or mundane, to retrieve from the Facility, and headed towards the Site's Low-Risk Anomalies Section. At 22:53, all of Site-34's Western Wing Security Cameras went offline due to a sudden EMP believed to be abnormal in nature. At the same time, an anomalous incident occurred nearby, forcing the few spare and most non-essential Security Personnel members to mobilize towards Hangar C. Shortly after that, all Western Wing Covert Listening Devices went offline as well, with the sole exception of one single device located in the Restrooms, near the Low-Risk Anomalies Sector, which managed to barely record a conversation between PoI-1987 and Nuez occurring nearby. A transcription of said conversation is shown below. Site-34 Internal Audio Recording Transcript (A deep metallic airy noise is heard. Assumed to be the elevator's doors opening) Nuez: So… that's why. (Audible footsteps) PoI-1987: Woah. I… I guess I've been into this for so long that I've forgotten what does "normalcy" taste like, huh. I kinda assume everybody's already familiar with the things I know. I mean, that's all I've been seeing since I was 4. (Silence for several seconds, as both individuals keep walking) PoI-1987: Hey, sorry if I went too hard on you with this. I probably should be more tactful when introducing people to the Hand, shouldn't I? Anyway, follow me, over here. Nuez: Hey, hey! Don't ignore me! Don't dismiss what I've just told you! (Their voices muffle. It is assumed they both enter the LRA Sector) PoI-1987: I'm not ignoring nor dismissing you at all. I'll definitely take a look at my understanding of the status quo once we're done here. I'm just saying we have important work to do, and despite being very little, it needs to be done. Nuez: I don't think you understand anything about my complaints. PoI-1987: I do. Nuez: I don't believe you. PoI-1987: I promise! Nuez: Can we please go home then? This entire place is freaking me out! PoI-1987: No! Nuez: What? Why not? PoI-1987: Look, Nuez. Like I've already said, you've been your entire life thinking, imagining all the magic wonders that could be around the world. Well, now you're here, where all of that exists. I recognize that perhaps I showed you all of it quite quickly, but now we're both here, and we can't afford to be scared at all. Not now. Nuez: Then when? PoI-1987: Literally anytime else. In one of these situations, you need to be cold and fast. Once everything's over, you can then release your breath and cry, scream, or whatever helps you not lose your mind. And then you'll decide if you want to do it again or not. If it's worth the risk or not. (Silence) PoI-1987: But it'd be such a shame, don't you think? You've gotten this far, and for what? For you to say "Ay, I'm scared! I don't want to be a Wanderer anymore!"? Is that it? Nuez: Moluna, I- it's not that. I just don't think we should be doing this. PoI-1987: Oh, yeah? Why? Nuez: Well, I… Fine, I am scared. You don't seem to get it, do you? 23 years living normally and— PoI-1987: Yes, yes, you've said this a thousand times already. Now please lower your voice or somebody may hear us. Nuez: Didn't you say Cempasúchil deactivated all the bugs? PoI-1987: And the doctors don't have ears or what? Somebody may still be nearby. (Silence) Nuez: Alright. (Silence) (Metallic noises are heard) PoI-1987: (Chuckle) All these whitecoats think their safes are impassable, but with enough skill and a little bit of atypical help, these break like mazapanes. Nuez: Yeah, sure, whatever. Just… if I can help with something just tell me so we can finish this as soon as possible. PoI-1987: Haha! Now that's the attitude I want from you! Uhhh, I don't think you want to be opening safes with me right now so… you can help me by watching over to see if somebody's coming and talking to me. (Silence) Nuez: I don't mind helping you crack these things if that means we can leave faster. PoI-1987: Would you now look at that! You're improving your attitude by the second! Here, come closer, I'll teach you how to do it. (PoI-1987 and Nuez notably lower their voices. The microphone is unable to properly record their conversation) PoI-1987: (Shouting) Hey! (Nuez screams) Nuez: Moluna!? PoI-1987: Wait, wait. Look at this frog. Nuez: Oh what the fuck. PoI-1987: (Laughing) Hey, sorry for scaring you. I didn't expect to find such a cute little frog here. It's my favorite animal, you know? Nuez: S-sure. And… what's with it? PoI-1987: Oh, nothing really. I just think it looks cute and… wait. Nuez: What? PoI-1987: Hey… I think I know you! Nuez: You what? PoI-1987: Yes! I-I think I remember seeing a frog statue identical to this one. It belonged to my aunt, Ciruela. I don't know what happened to it, one day it just disappeared but I wouldn't notice until weeks later. I think this is it. The Foundation must've taken it from her. Stolen it, I mean. (Silence) PoI-1987: Do you think Ciruela'd like to have it back? Nuez: Well, if it was hers, I think she'd— PoI-1987: Alright then! We're taking it. Along with whatever else we find here; these lockers are quite empty and have mostly useless documentation. Hold me this, please. Nuez: W-wait, no! Are you going to touch that with your bare hands? I-isn't it dangerous? I mean, the Foundation must have it locked here for a reason! PoI-1987: You've just proved to me that you don't know anything about the Foundation nor about my aunt Ciruela. First, all these so-called doctors will bury underground anything that's barely strange to them, dangerous or not, and second, Ciruela would never create a harmful artifact. Nuez: How are you so sure? PoI-1987: For God's sake, Nuez. I've been living with her since I was a kid, we're like sisters. We trust each other with absolutely everything. If she had made something dangerous, I'd know. (Silence) Nuez: You've talked about Ciruela a lot, you two seem to have a strong bond, huh? PoI-1987: Oh, wait until you meet her and you'll understand. You are going to love her. Actually, she knows a lot about the strange and anomalous, she could orientate you about this world. Nuez: Perhaps. Perhaps. Are we done here? PoI-1987: Yeah, I think so. We only got documents we won't take, a dead flower and the glass frog. I expected something more. Maybe a— PoI-1888: (Through radio) Moluna, are you there? PoI-1987: Excuse me one second. Yes. I'm here. What's happening? PoI-1888: We need to leave. Now. Quimisa is dead. PoI-1987: What!? They took down Quimisa!? PoI-1888: You heard me well. PoI-1987: God fucking dammit. This wasn't meant to go down like this! This was supposed to be a safe mis— PoI-1888: I know, but we'll have to discuss that later. We need to leave the hell outta here. You know what'll happen if they catch our asses here. Nuez: Moluna? PoI-1987: Nuez, not— Look, what about the others? Did they retrieve the [REDACTED]? PoI-1888: Yes, they did. They are now heading north, through the cactus road. We're the only ones around now, and we need to go. (Silence) PoI-1888: Moluna? PoI-1987: Yes, yes, I heard you. Leave with the others, don't wait for us. Nuez and I'll meet you at the Rooster Palenque later. Nuez: What's happening up there? PoI-1987: Not for us to know now. Follow me. Nuez: Are we going back from where we came from!? PoI-1987: If we go East, we'll be going directly towards the Maintenance Zone; if we go West, we'll find catwalks I haven't explored yet, and if we keep descending we'll most likely find containment chambers. I haven't gone down there either. Going back up is the easiest way out if we want to come out in one piece. Don't worry, if we did this right, they won't know we were here until we're long gone. Now hurry up, we don't have that much time. (The elevator doors open and both individuals enter the booth) Once the Site-34 personnel successfully repelled the attack on the facility, SCP-████ was quickly found to be missing. While its retrieval would have been considered a Third Level Priority despite its disruption potential due to Protocol 7162-ALEPH, it was quickly determined to be a First Level Priority once SCP-7162 was found to be missing as well. An emergency meeting was carried out to evaluate the situation regarding both SCP-████ and SCP-7162. It was determined that the concealment of SCP-████ and its retrieval could proceed normally, in a similar way to its original discovery or during Incident DALTON; however, the recovery of the item was temporally suspended, as it was believed that the theft of SCP-7162 by PoI-1987 had transferred its protection properties to her belongings, which could affect SCP-████ as well if the individuals who retrieved it gave it to or were directly associated with her. Several proposals to avoid triggering SCP-7162's anomalous properties upon recovering SCP-████ were made, being the destruction of the former and the murdering of its current owner the most plausible options, and were decided to be carried out simultaneously to reduce any possible risks. Mobile Task Forces Rho-16 ("King Retrieves"), Delta-6 ("Truants") and Theta-8 ("Blue Pills") were deployed to track down the current location of PoI-1987. Four days later, PoI-1987's corpse was found on the shore of a frog-infested lake in Ojinaga, Chihuahua, México. Analysis of the cadaver revealed high amounts of poison in her bloodstream, which was identical in composition to the poison produced by Dendrobates tinctorius "Azureus" specimens, despite blue poison dart frogs not being native to the region. SCP-7162 wasn't found in the zone. The Foundation allowed Federal Investigative Entities to proceed with the case in order to discover information about PoI-1987, track down her contacts and family, and retrieve SCP-████ and SCP-7162. Xóchitl "Ciruela" Hernández Quitzé (PoI-1978) before (above) and after (below) Incident CASCADE. Once the investigations concluded, the identity and possible location of PoI-1978 ("Ciruela") and four previously unidentified Persons of Interest could also be tracked down, and investigative efforts to locate them began. Two days later, covert Foundation informants reported hearing news about PoI-1978, mentioning her as one of the many victims of a shooting at a bar named "La Rana Envidiosa", located near PoI-1978's house. Investigations of the residence found SCP-7162 in the center of a coffee table, which was successfully retrieved. At the time, it was deemed uncertain whether PoI-1987 and PoI-1978's deaths were related to SCP-7162, although it was mostly believed they weren't. After properly concealing the deaths of both PoIs and their relation to the anomalous, the Foundation focused on retrieving SCP-████, which was later found in an abandoned house, located in Nuevo Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, along with several items created by the object, and the corpses of two individuals, later identified as Citlali "Nuez" Mandujano Sacristán and Valentina "Pomelo" Hernández Solórzano, PoI-1987's half-sister. The cause of death for both subjects was determined to be radiation poisoning. SCP-████ and SCP-7162 were properly retrieved and transported back to Site-34 without any further incident. The Foundation tried contacting Osvaldo Beltrán, an extraofficial covert Serpent's Hand informant, to check and evaluate the current situation of the Serpent's Hand regarding the deaths of several of their members and the possible relation of this event with the Foundation; however, it wasn't possible to contact Beltrán. Osvaldo Beltrán Fuentes before (above) and after (below) Incident CASCADE. His corpse would be found shortly after in the archaeological site Las Ranas, Querétaro, with several bullet wounds and bled out to death. According to the testimonies provided by Beltrán's co-workers, he was last seen at the end of his shift the previous night, and it was reported that he decided to stay in Las Ranas to finish a pending task regarding his archaeological studies of the place; however, after further investigations, it was found that Mr. Beltrán had no other tasks to finish related to his job. His wife, Paulina Luján, claimed to have no knowledge of Beltrán's status until his body was found, being her last contact with him a phone call that occurred 2 hours prior to the end of his shift. No recorded or photographic evidence of the murder exists, and there were no direct witnesses to the event, although several individuals reported seeing a suspicious individual in the area. Physical descriptions of the individual, although vague, are consistent, but the Foundation hasn't been able to properly identify the subject nor connect any possible suspect to the event. Investigations carried out by Federal Investigative Entities have been inconclusive as well. Faced with the sudden murder of Mr. Beltrán, the Foundation attempted to contact Ernesto Reyes, another unofficial Serpent's Hand informant, to further investigate the Hand's internal reaction to the situation; however, Mr. Reyes had also been recently assassinated. Ernesto Reyes Mata before (above) and after (below) Incident CASCADE. Analysis and subsequent investigations revealed that he had been killed with a single shot to the neck during a recreational trip to the Citlaltépetl mountain in Orizaba, Veracruz. It was later discovered that Mr. Reyes had been assassinated by Agent Jeremiah "Bullfrog" Carter, a member of the Global Occult Coalition's Assessment Team 735 ("Lightning Mace"). While admitting to having acted independently and without prior order from the Coalition, Agent Bullfrog justified the murder of Mr. Reyes with his direct involvement in a side covert business of trafficking in anomalous items, information, and influences in the paranormal realm, active since 2004. These accusations were later proven true. Agent Bullfrog also confessed to having terminated, in the last 2 weeks, 5 more members of other anomalous groups related to Mr. Reyes's illicit business or involved in similar criminal anomalous activities. Of these, 4 were Serpent's Hand informants who worked for the Foundation in the past. The Coalition's stance on Agent Bullfrog's actions is unknown, though it is believed he was admonished. Foundation agents tried reaching out to other active Serpent's Hand informants, but most of them had also died recently, and the few still alive individuals died in the following days. Attempts to communicate with known and potential Serpent's Hand-related Persons of Interest got the same result. Given the unusual circumstances and timing of the deaths, Site-34's Administrative Personnel convoked an emergency meeting to discuss the state of the current situation, as well as possible explanations or solutions to it. While examining the evidence, Dr. Marina Velázquez pointed out the similarities between the deaths that occurred during Incident CASCADE and the ones caused by SCP-7162, suggesting a potential relation, direct or not, between the two. Dr. Velázquez quickly contacted Dr. Quintana to gather more specific information about the item and to further investigate the possible intervention of SCP-7162 in Incident CASCADE. […] Dr. Velázquez: So… as you can see, the deaths, all of them, follow the same or a very similar pattern, but… why is its effect expanding? I don't think it has happened before. I don't know, is my hypothesis just a hunch? Dr. Quintana: Oh, actually it isn't. It has happened before, yes, and we have evidence of it. Dr. Velázquez: Do we? Dr. Quintana: Yes. Look. Remember the time a civilian stole SCP-ES-020 from the crashed convoy? He died, of course, but he wasn't the only one; his family was murdered as well. We thought this had just been circumstantial, but when Agent Penz and Agent Menta died the pattern repeated, although at a much smaller scale. Dr. Velázquez: What do you mean? Didn't Menta die because she was, say, the one that commanded Penz to steal the ES-204 instances? Dr. Quintana: Saying that she "commanded" Penz to do it is quite a misnomer; she just briefly suggested it, but didn't directly ask him to do it. And yes, that's what we initially thought, but further analysis of the case revealed some more details. Dr. Velázquez: Do tell. Dr. Quintana: Perhaps you know that Agent Penz has, or had, no currently alive relatives. No family members, for his brother died in 2008 and his mother died a few months later. Dr. Velázquez: Why would that be relevant? They both died before we even discovered the first 7162. Dr. Quintana: It's important because that means the effect couldn't affect his close relatives, causing it to "jump" to the next closest person he knew: Menta Millán. Dr. Velázquez: How's that? Dr. Quintana: Look, I'm not really into discussing the personal situation of my colleagues and workmates, so let's just say they were both interested in each other. Dr. Velázquez: Which means… that SCP-7162's effects can affect individuals other than the culprit's family based on their relationship with them? Dr. Quintana: Correct. Dr. Velázquez: Still, why only her and not four more persons, like the family of that civilian? Dr. Quintana: That's where I wanted to go. I am pretty sure the extent of SCP-7162's properties is directly proportional to the… "importance" assigned to the item that is stolen. Dr. Velázquez: Importance? Dr. Quintana: Look, it's hard to properly measure, but it seems that the more valuable an item is determined or believed to be by its owner, the further the chain of deaths will expand. Dr. Velázquez: Had this happened with the original 7162? Dr. Quintana: No, because the owner only had mundane items in stock; he didn't value them that much. Site-34, on the other hand, contains several high-importance objects, and as such, are deemed to be extremely valuable. You can guess what happens when somebody steals one of those. Dr. Velázquez: So the glass frog… Dr. Quintana: Thaumiel Containment Class, Level 4 Classified, Protocol 7162-ALEPH. It is considered quite important, as it should be. Its effects seem to affect itself as well, to protect it from getting stolen. We still don't know why it affected itself this time instead of transferring its properties, but we were lucky it didn't happen when we first retrieved it. Dr. Velázquez: How much will CASCADE keep extending? Dr. Quintana: I'm afraid we can't know for sure. The current information available regarding this is not sufficient for us to approximate the magnitude of the situation. We'd need to conduct more tests, but I don't think we have time for that given the severity of the situation we're dealing with at this moment. Dr. Velázquez: But how can we not know something as essential to the anomaly as this!? Dr. Quintana: Dr. Velázquez, please. I don't think you nor anybody from the Containment Department would have approved the use of an extremely important SCP Object to conduct such an unpredictable test. Besides, at the time we did not know the effect could expand. (Silence) Dr. Quintana: Velázquez? Dr. Velázquez: What do you mean when you said you did not know at the time? Dr. Quintana: What? Dr. Velázquez: When did you discover the fact that SCP-7162's properties can expand? Dr. Quintana: Well, it was, uh… Jesus, I-I don't… I don't remember. Dr. Velázquez: Approximately when did that happen? Dr. Quintana: Around… I don't know, 2012? Dr. Velázquez: 2012? Was this before your reclassification proposal? Dr. Quintana: Before my… (Silence) Dr. Velázquez: Dr. Quintana, did you know about this before submitting your reclassification proposal? (Silence) Dr. Velázquez: Doctor— Dr. Quintana: (Sigh) No, I did not know. Dr. Velázquez: Then why did you submit a reclassification proposal of an item we know dangerously little about? You told me the item was, if not fully understood, at least completely predictable according to the compiled evidence. Dr. Quintana: I did not lie! I just… that was all the information available back then. We had no reason to believe the object would behave like this! We found out when we started to organize all the information related to this in the Supplemental Documents. I and my team were one of the first ones to start organizing information related to a project this way, that's how we discovered it! Dr. Velázquez: It's been over three years since the reclassification to Thaumiel and since you discovered these properties, why didn't you submit a report explaining what you and your team found? We could have updated its containment procedures, perhaps reclassify it back to Safe, and ensure its effects wouldn't further extend by relocating it. Why didn't you just tell anybody? Dr. Quintana: I… (Silence) Dr. Velázquez: Doctor Quintana, the current situation is too far gone. There's no point in evading the question. I honestly think it would be best if you begin talking. Dr. Quintana: Look, I… when I saw the chance to finally be the Lead Researcher of a Thaumiel item I just… took it. Do you know how many mundane SCPs I've been assigned in the past 20 years? I've been a nobody in the Foundation since I was recruited. I thought… I thought getting assigned to a Thaumiel-class SCP was finally my chance to be somebody. (Dr. Quintana coughs) Dr. Quintana: I just never thought something like this would happen at all. I held my "little victory" too hard for too long and, well, I guess it's too late for apologies now. I will try my best to solve this, but… (sigh) (Silence) Dr. Velázquez: The Site's Administration will decide what to do with you. For now, we have more important and delicate problems to deal with. Dr. Quintana: I'm sorry. Despite his confession, Dr. Quintana was included in the Research And Concealment Team in charge of dealing with the events of Incident CASCADE in order to aid them. His strictest cooperation was demanded, as well as full access to his research regarding SCP-7162. Dr. Quintana was also informed that he would be demoted from the position of SCP-7162 Lead Researcher once the situation of Incident CASCADE was fully resolved, the charge being assumed by Agent Ruth Eiros. Further punishment for his negligence would later be decided accordingly. Upon his inclusion in the project, Dr. Quintana was remarkably cooperative, helping and guiding other Team members to increase their efficiency and boost the morale of the personnel. Dr. Quintana's own morale also improved notoriously, as he adopted a positive attitude in his work field, usually working overtime in order to speed up the Incident investigation process. On March 24th, 2016, Dr. Quintana did not attend a scheduled meeting with the CASCADE Research And Concealment Team, and all attempts to contact him failed. When questioned, his assistant claimed to have seen him last night walking around Site-34's Personnel Sector. Dr. Quintana was later found in his office, dead by gunshot. Several folders containing comprehensive documentation regarding SCP-7162, Incident CASCADE, and individuals affected by it, as well as proposals and hypotheses to stop the Incident, were found on his desktop. This documentation was integral to the assessment of the case. Dr. Quintana's research and notes on SCP-7162's chain behavior and previous victims allowed the Foundation to better predict the pattern of deaths across the country, as well as its possible severity, which significantly improved the Foundation's efficiency at concealing or limiting information. Since many of the killed individuals during Incident CASCADE were barely related to the Serpent's Hand or to its members and weren't fully involved in anomalous-related activities, further concealment protocols weren't necessary in most cases. Dr. Quintana's proposals to halt the extension of Incident CASCADE, while helpful to better understand the phenomenon, have been unsuccessful, and, based on his research, the Incident is expected to continue indefinitely. The consequences of this aren't fully known, although the dissolution of the Serpent's Hand and the potential occurrence of a ÞK-Class Scenario are the most plausible results. Diplomatic protocols and other security measures were devised and prepared for when this occurred. On May 13th, 2016, the last Serpent's Hand member living in México died. While it was believed the expansion of SCP-7162's effects would affect Serpent's Hand members residing in the United States, Guatemala, and/or Belize, no deaths following the previous pattern were reported in the following two weeks. Further analysis revealed that the death chain caused by SCP-7162 had stopped, and it was determined that Incident CASCADE was over. The total amount of casualties is estimated at ~1,233 million individuals, approximately 1% of the entire Mexican population. Foundation personnel killed in Incident CASCADE include: ████ ██████, under the identity of Clarisa de la Cruz Pineda, before (above) and after (below) Incident CASCADE. Adrianny Alexanderson, Art and Anart Researcher ████ ██████, Penitentiary Site-72 Convict and former Foundation Doctor Aurora Mondragón, Site-34's GoI Liaision Representative Tomás Moore, Field Agent Samantha Gutiérrez, MTF Dseda-8 ("Desperta Ferro") Member Margaret Durans, Foundation Doctor and Quantum Supermechanics Specialist Óscar Ibarra, Foundation Recontainment Agent and MTF Psi-3 ("Dream Recon") Member Maia Ross, Site-34's RAISA General Director Persons of Interest killed in Incident CASCADE include: Rachel Douglas, Renegade ICSUT Thaumatologist Adrián Zúñiga, Leader of the Serpent's Hand Splinter Faction "Prometheus' Fire" Maribel Azalea, Renegade Foundation Field Agent Freyja, Vertex-Tier Pluripotent Entity Other relevant individuals killed in Incident CASCADE include: Venegas Percevault, musician Salvador Vázquez, prominent political figure in Paso del Macho, Veracruz A complete list of Incident CASCADE's victims can be found in Supplemental Document IOTA-7162-02F. The severity of the damage caused to the Veil's integrity and the expenses of enacting concealment procedures, as well as the full extent of Incident CASCADE's events and the reaction of the Serpent's Hand to the incident, is currently still being evaluated by the Foundation. The verdict of the situation will determine whether SCP-7162 should remain as a Thaumiel-Class object, should be reclassified as Euclid or Keter, or should be decommissioned. Until then, the SCP-7162 file is not to be edited under any circumstances. Further information regarding Incident CASCADE will be added to this document as it's gathered. |
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There’s always a chance to turn things around, for the better. Item#: 7163 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7163 at location of acquisition. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7163 is kept on a pedestal and is housed in the Applied Occultism Section. Due to its extreme durability and ability to withstand almost any form of damage, SCP-7163 does not need to be maintained regularly. Whenever its anomalous effects occur, affected personnel must inform the head of Applied Occultism of the exact advice given by SCP-7163. Currently, SCP-7163 is under the supervision of Dougall Deering Udo Okorie. Description: SCP-7163 is a frog sculpture constructed of sand. The frog is depicted sitting on a rock, and its forelegs are crossed. The sculpture is remarkably resistant to nearly all forms of damage, including extreme environmental conditions. SCP-7163 can be preserved for an exceedingly prolonged period of time, potentially indefinitely. Carved into the back of the sculpture is the English sentence “I Will Be Here Whenever You Need Me The Most.” On a random day every year, SCP-7163 will telepathically speak to a member of Site-43’s staff, and beckon them to visit it. SCP-7163 usually selects staff that are undergoing a situation that is affecting their mental health considerably. Once that member of staff reaches SCP-7163, the anomaly will begin telepathically giving advice to that member of staff that would help solve that staff member’s current situation, and improve their current well-being. When followed, the advice given is very beneficial to help solve these issues, and personnel have reported that their general mental well-being improved significantly after conversing with SCP-7163. Research is ongoing in order to determine the creator of SCP-7163, and the exact mechanics behind SCP-7163’s telepathy and its advice. Addendum 7163.1: Phenomenological Overview SCP-7163 was discovered on 1999/03/14 at North Grand Bend Beach when an MTF spotted the anomaly as they were pursuing a loup-garou1 that had escaped containment. The loup-garou that they were pursuing attempted to run through the sculpture, however, the sculpture was not broken through, and the creature was impeded long enough for the MTF to recapture it. SCP-7163 was subsequently taken to Site-43. Three months after its discovery, its primary anomalous capabilities were uncovered when Junior Researcher Ezekiel Hargreaves reported hearing a voice in their head directing them towards the location of the anomaly. After following this voice, it revealed itself to be the sculpture, and it began to give advice to Ezekiel and consoled them about their current familial issues, including the recent passing of a close family member. Ezekiel reluctantly decided to follow its advice, later reporting feeling much better mentally, and that they are slowly beginning to resolve their relationship with their family. On 2000/10/03, SCP-7163 contacted janitor Martin Whittle, who was suffering from depression at the time. Once Martin finished his conversation with SCP-7163, he decided to go talk to a therapist about his mental health, and was given anti-depressants and ways to help cope with his depression. Martin later confirmed that the advice that SCP-7163 had given helped him make that decision to visit his therapist, and that his depression became much more manageable to deal with. SCP-7163 then went inactive for the second time, and did not become active again until 2001/05/17, when it contacted Junior Researcher Parker Genrikh, who had anxiety troubles after first arriving at Site-43. SCP-7163 then gave Parker advice that would help him stay calm in stressful situations. The head of Applied Occultism, Dougall Deering, saw this pattern of activity and began to take interest in the anomaly, and commenced research on the anomaly to determine its origin and the exact mechanics of its telepathy. Initial inquiry into the anomaly revealed that the sand used to construct the sculpture dated back to 4000 BCE. The sculpture also emits faint traces of Akiva radiation, suggesting religious association. However, SCP-7163 does not correspond with any other artifact of known deities. Addendum 7163.2: Further Inquiry into SCP-7163 On 2001/11/25, Dougall Deering resumed his research after a hiatus focusing on higher priority projects. For this research, he brought in Researcher Udo Okorie, whose thaumaturgic Talent allows her to manipulate granules of sand, and perform numerous tasks with these granules. Deering began to perform multiple experiments with Okorie to determine clues about SCP-7163, its properties, and its origins. <Begin Log> Footage captures SCP-7163’s containment chamber. The sculpture is sitting on a pedestal in the center of the chamber. Deering and Okorie enter the chamber. Deering: Here we are. Deering steps closer to the sculpture, and makes his way next to the pedestal and turns around. Deering: Alright. So, Udo, today we are going to work on a project that I had to put off for a while, but now that we’re beginning to expand the capabilities of your Talent, I feel like we can finally make progress. And it’s all because of this. Dougall rests his shoulder around the sculpture and taps it on the side of its head. Okorie: A frog sculpture? Deering: Yes, but not just any sculpture. This anomaly right here has been quite the peculiarity for my team and I. On a random day two years ago, it spoke to one of our junior researchers directly in their head, and they were on the other side of the site at the time, mind you. It told them a lot of information about their relationship with their family, which only they knew about, and asked them to walk right into its chamber so that it could supposedly help them. Okorie: Did they go up to it? Deering: They did, yes. And I can see why they did. It would be terrifying to find out that something out there knows everything about you, even information that’s meant to be kept secret. Okorie: Like all the projects you keep up there? Okorie taps the side of her head. Deering: Most definitely. There are some projects of mine that I don’t want getting into the wrong hands. Especially the ones that matter. I can’t afford to lose those. Deering looks up at Okorie for a second, before looking back at the sculpture. Deering: But that’s not the point. Once the researcher entered this anomaly’s chamber, it began to start giving out advice to help this researcher deal with issues that they had with their family. They didn’t think this advice would be effective, I didn’t either when they told me about it, but they did eventually follow the advice, and it worked! The advice helped this researcher push through uncharted waters, and helped them make amends with their family, just like that. Okorie: That could make an effective therapist. Deering: If it started being more active, maybe Anoki could use an assistant from time to time. But it only ever became active twice more since, with each occurring on two separate years. We tried several directions to see what this sculpture could represent and where it came from, but those all came up as dead ends. I only got one more chance to finally figure this all out, so we can use this anomaly for the benefit of our personnel. And that’s where you come in. Deering: Since you’re starting to unlock your fullest potential, I thought it would be good to take on a little side project, just for fun. Maybe we can try exploring some other pathways that your Talent can cross. There are so many things that we can do with it, but it requires a lot of focus. And we can start with one, for now. From when you were younger. Okorie: Is this the thing I told you about when I was nine? Deering: Yes. When you were at the beach with your family. Okorie: Look, that was just a one-time thing. I didn’t even know how I did it. I thought it was just my imagination. Deering: But it did happen. You focused on what you wanted to see, to feel right there in the sand, and you saw something. Okorie: I guess I saw impressions of something. Flashes of events that the sand experienced, that it felt. I think I even saw the beach when it was first formed. But when I started looking for too long, I got a severe headache, and I had to stop. Deering: But it did work. And now we can do it again. Because you have the reins, now. You can control it. Okorie: I don’t know if I can do it again. It’s been years. Deering: It has, but I think you can tap in there again. You have the potential, you just need to focus on what you want to see. Just breathe, and focus. Okorie: Alright. I’ll try. Okorie begins to pull out a bag full of sand, however she is stopped by Deering. Deering: I don’t think you need those. Okorie: Are you saying that I shouldn’t use my reagents? You know I can’t use my magic with just my bare hands. Deering: But you did, didn’t you? You didn’t have those reagents when you were nine. But you still pushed through, and found what you wanted. I think you can do it again. Okorie: Are you sure about this? Deering: I am. I think you’ll find what you need. Deering: Let’s see how deep this connection goes. Okorie slowly steps forward towards SCP-7163, and reaches out to touch it. She closes her eyes and begins to focus. Deering: Do you feel anything? Okorie: Yes! I can feel… something. I don’t know what. There’s something in here, and it’s moving around. I think it’s- Oh, it went away. Deering: That’s interesting. See if you can try to push closer. Okorie: Okay, I will. Okorie grabs the sculpture from its pedestal and holds onto it, feeling around it as if searching for something. Deering: If you aren’t finding anything else of note, we can try again tomorrow. Okorie: No, it’s fine, I’ll keep looking. I’ll find something eve- Ow, shit! Okorie drops the sculpture and begins to clutch her forehead in pain. The sculpture remains intact. Deering rushes to check on the sculpture, making sure that it’s intact, before rushing to Okorie’s side. Deering: Udo! Can you hear me? Are you alright? Udo? Udo: It hurts. It hurts. Okorie then collapses onto the floor. Deering crouches down to check on her before standing and turning away from her. Deering: I’m going to call Health and Pathology, get some help. You’ll be alright. It’s all going to be alright. Deering reaches for the emergency phone line and begins to dial to reach Health and Pathology. Just as he places the phone to his ears, Udo lets out a scream and releases her hands from her ears. The pain begins to subside. Okorie: Dougall… Deering: This is Deering. We have an emergency. One of my researchers- Okorie: Dougall! Deering: Udo? Hang on for just a second. Deering rushes back over to Udo and helps her stand. Deering: Are you alright? Okorie: I feel fine. It only hurt for a little bit. Deering: At least the sculpture is intact. Who knows what would’ve happened if it shattered when you dropped it. I would’ve lost all the progress I made for my research in just seconds. Deering: We can work on something else tomorrow, take a little break. Okorie: I did find a few things, from the sand. It was just flashes again, but I did glean a few things when I touched the sculpture. Deering: What did you see? Okorie: Okay. This was a doozy, but- Ow! It’s still burning in my brain. Deering: It’s still fresh in your mind. Okorie: Yeah, I can see it clearly. There were flames, lots of flames. A huge, raging fire that just kept on burning. Then I found myself falling through the floor, a straight freefall down past many stars. I saw entire constellations whirl around me, constantly and without ever slowing down. Then I landed in darkness, flat on my face, right into the void. I looked up, and I saw something in the distance. Some kind of entity. Deering: What did this entity look like? Okorie: It was too blurry to make out at first, but I do know it was a very bright white. It hurt my eyes just seeing it. It looked human, but I couldn’t make out any features beyond that. And I tried to crawl towards it, but then it reached out its hand, and I was brought back here. Deering: And you experienced all of that in thirty seconds? Okorie: That was only thirty seconds? Felt a lot longer than that. Deering: Hm. That’s interesting. I’m glad that you did manage to find a few crumbs of information, but this is leaving me with more questions than answers. Okorie: I’m sorry that I couldn’t maintain my focus for longer. I could’ve looked for more information, more hints. Deering: You did the best you could. You don’t have anything to apologize for. You did great today, Udo. I’m proud of your progress so far. Okorie: Thank you, Dougall. Deering: No, thank you, for being such a big help. Deering: This concludes our experiment for today. Udo, if you may. Okorie: Oh, yeah, that’s right. Okorie picks the sculpture back up and returns it to Dougall, who places it on the pedestal. Dougall motions for Udo to follow him, and they both start to exit the chamber. Deering: We’re going to do great things together. I just know it. <End Log> Addendum 7163.3: Incident 7163.1 On 2002/09/08, the following incident took place near SCP-7163’s containment chamber. At 16:45, Dougall Deering was seen walking towards SCP-7163’s containment chamber. It is presumed that SCP-7163 contacted Deering to enter its chamber. The following incident occurred directly after this event. <Begin Log> Dougall Deering enters the chamber. He closes the door behind him, and heads toward the center of the chamber. Deering: It’s been a while. No verbal response from SCP-7163. Deering tilts his head slightly, indicating that he is reacting to SCP-7163, and it is speaking telepathically. Deering: I see you’re not willing to spill secrets. That’s alright. I now have a chance to finally speak with you, after all this time. Deering: So, tell me. Why did you bring me here, to you? Why are you active for only a single day every year? There is silence. The next five minutes are spent in this silence, with Deering staring at SCP-7163. Suddenly, Deering takes a step back, expressing confusion. Deering: What? Deering steps even closer to SCP-7163, inches away from its face. Another three minutes pass. Dougall then steps back, looks up at the ceiling, and begins to ponder about something. Deering: Well, that does make sense. But why? Deering stares at the sculpture for another two minutes, before nodding and placing his hands in his pockets. Deering: Before I go, I’d like to thank you for helping me, whoever you are. I still have many questions, but I think I’ll save those for another time. Besides, you have to go through a lot more people here before you get to me, anyway. Deering: I’ll be going, now. It’s been an enlightening experience, that’s for sure. Deering heads for the chamber doors, and exits the chamber, closing the doors behind him. Deering walks throughout all of the Applied Occultism Section, and starts to work on many minute chores, whistling as he does so. Once he completes these chores, he enters one of the hallways that criss-crosses the Section, still whistling as he walks through. Once he passes Okorie’s chamber, he glances at it for a few seconds, and smiles before continuing to head through the hallway. As he makes his way through the hallway, he suddenly stops, turning his head to one side as though he was hearing something, and then mumbles a single word before his eyes roll back in his head as blood fills the sockets, and he falls to the floor at a bad angle, snapping his neck.2 The body of Dougall Deering was not discovered until a few hours after these events occurred, where Researcher Okorie stumbled upon his body after sealing a containment cell. Security and Containment personnel arrived to see Okorie sitting against the wall, pulling her legs up against her chest and sobbing, and staring at the body of Dougall Deering. After these events, nothing of interest occurred until two days after, on 2002/09/10 at 2:30 hours, when motion was detected inside SCP-7163’s chamber. Camera footage shows Okorie standing in the doorway to the chamber proper, staring at SCP-7163 in the dark. Okorie: What did you tell him? There is no response. Okorie: What did you tell him? No response. Okorie: It doesn’t make sense. It couldn’t be you because that’s not what you do. You don’t telepathically send someone a kill agent, you give them advice. You help them. But I need answers. That’s the only thing that matters now. What did you tell him? No response. Okorie: It can’t be you. But it might be you. I don’t know. Why won’t you tell me? What did he say to you? Before he- left me. What did he say? No response. Okorie: You’ve got to help me. Please. I need to know. Please. There is silence. Udo waits for a moment, then begins to step closer to the sculpture, placing her hand on its forehead. She closes her eyes, and stands in this position for a moment. Nothing of significance occurs during this period. She then opens her eyes, and turns away from the sculpture. She leaves the chamber, closing the doors behind her, and does not look back. <End Log> Addendum 7163.4: Counseling Log 7163.1 The following is a transcript of a mandatory check-in session between clinical psychiatrist Dr. Nhung Ngo and Udo Okorie that took place on 2012/09/09. Before this session took place, there have been no new major discoveries pertaining to SCP-7163 and its origins. A section of this session contains information about the investigation behind SCP-7163, and what Researcher Okorie had been doing to investigate this anomaly. <Begin Log> Ngo: I’m very pleased that you could make this session today, Udo! Okorie: Yeah, I managed to find a time that would work for today. Okorie is seen in Ngo’s office, sitting on a desk chair. Ngo can be seen with a clipboard on her lap and a pen in her hand. Ngo: I get it, you’re busy with all your projects. But today I thought you would be with your colleagues, at- Okorie: The remembrance events. I know, for the anniversary. Ngo: Ten years. Okorie: Only ever felt like ten months. Especially considering I missed thirty percent of all that. Ngo: I never thought that we’d have to deal with an annual magic gunk explosion and have to take that seriously, but I guess that’s just what life is for us now. We have to deal with it. We can’t undo it, or reverse it. We just have to keep on moving. Okorie: I guess so. Ngo: Back on topic, I brought you in here so that I can check in on you, see how you’re feeling after all this time. Okorie: I feel fine. Just swell. Ngo: I’m sure you are. I have a few questions to ask you. First of all, you’re still working while everyone else is off the clock. Why is that? Okorie: I’m just busy. Got a lot of projects to work on. Ngo: Do you spend any time to, I don’t know, take a break? Go out with friends? Go to the movies? Okorie: Sometimes. Ngo: That’s good to know. But you have been particularly busy as of late. And I don’t think it’s just because of every project that you have to do under the sun. No, I think it’s because of something else. A project that you personally wish to complete. And here’s my question: what kind of project has to make you spend all that time on completing instead of taking time off? Okorie: It’s not important. Ngo: I think it is. For you specifically. It’s your pet project. Okorie: No, it’s his. Or, was his. Ngo: Can you elaborate on that? Okorie: There’s a project that Dougall used to work on constantly. It was one of the first projects I ever worked on. It’s still unfinished. We never got any concrete answers. Ngo: What kind of project? Okorie: It’s a frog sculpture. Constructed from sand, that’s why he brought me in. We were trying to find information on where it came from, and examine how its anomalous properties functioned. Ngo: It was Dougall’s, and now it’s yours. Are you continuing to experiment on this anomaly to finish what he started? In his memory, perhaps? Okorie: He’s a body that drops right onto the floor at 5:18 in the afternoon, every year. I don’t even know what I’m commemorating anymore. He’s just a memory, now. Okorie: But that sculpture’s been sitting there for the longest time, and sometimes when I go past it I feel like it’s staring at me, like it’s waiting for me specifically, somehow. I don’t know. But I don’t want it to go to waste regardless. Ngo: It’s not going to go to waste. Maybe you just need to wait for the right time for it to become active again. Okorie: That can only happen if I am at my lowest. SCP-7163 only goes active to give advice to our staff when they’re at rock bottom, and then it goes silent again for another year. And it’s entirely random. I don’t know if it will ever speak to me. Ngo: Well then, if it’s not going to crack, why are you still trying to open it? Okorie: Because I need to get it done. This sculpture was one of my first projects, and it’s just been sitting there collecting dust. If I can’t even solve something as simple as a safe class object from ten years ago, what does that mean for me? I don’t know, it just feels like I’m not trying hard enough. Ngo: You’re doing the best you can. You’re a very talented thaumaturgist, and I don’t believe that a simple sculpture is going to change that. Okorie: I have been using my talent, as well. I’ve been feeling the sand to try and replicate what I did, but it’s not letting me show what I want. It’s been giving me nearly the exact same vision every time. I’m not getting any answers. Ngo: I think you need to take some time off from this. Clear your head, take a break, go have fun with your friends. Once your mind is cleared of the stress, maybe you can look at this from a different perspective. There’s all kinds of answers, waiting in different directions. Even if there are setbacks, you can make the best of those setbacks and still keep on going. All you have to do is move forward. Okorie: But what if there aren’t any directions to go off of? Ngo: Then make your own and stick with it. Just try. You’ll never know what you might find if you don’t try. Okorie: I’ll think about it. Ngo: You’ll be alright. <End Log> Addendum 7163.5: Interview 7163.1 The following is a transcript of an interview between Chief Delfina Ibanez and SCP-7163 on 2021/11/30. This interview was made possible through the usage of Telescribe3 technology. This interview was established to further understand SCP-7163’s capabilities, and to determine the creator of the anomaly. Chief Ibanez was contacted by SCP-7163, and once she reached its chamber she conducted an impromptu interview, which has been transcribed below. Interviewed: SCP-7163 Interviewer: Delfina Ibanez <Begin Log> Chief Delfina Ibanez enters the room, dragging a chair into the room. She places the chair in front of SCP-7163’s pedestal, and sits down. Ibanez: Afternoon. Let’s get to the point. You’re going to try and cheer me up, give me some words of wisdom, tell me that’s it all going to be okay, and then send me on my merry way. Is that correct? SCP-7163: This is not a consolation, Delfina. I can see that you are not looking for that right now. This is more of a discussion. Ibanez: I know that this isn’t a consolation, because I know that she’s not dead. SCP-7163: Do you? Ibanez: She can’t be dead. She can’t be. There might be an overwhelming amount of evidence against this, but she’s not dead. SCP-7163: And why do you think this is the case? Ibanez: Look, pal, we were in Alagadda, trying to fix everything, save the world, stop the Impasse, and lo and behold the fucking Hanged King himself decided to come down and say hi. There was literally no chance that she could have survived against him, but she faced him anyway. She gave her life to save us. To save the world. To save me. SCP-7163: But you think she’s still alive. Ibanez: She has to be. She has to. SCP-7163: You’re conflicted. I get it. Your planet has endured a great deal of hardship this year. But all of this stagnation will end soon, won’t it? She did that for you. So that all the beauty of this planet could see the light of day again. Ibanez: I know. But it doesn’t feel right. Ibanez: I haven’t gone to the funeral. I didn’t sign the papers. Everyone else is talking about her. Telling stories about the time they had with her. Like she was a memory now. I can’t have that. SCP-7163: Maybe she is a memory. Maybe she isn’t. What do you want to do about it? Are you going to move on, or stand your ground and hope that she’s still out there? Ibanez: I’m not the type to just sit around and wait. I’m heading back to hell city tomorrow. SCP-7163: That’s a very bold move. Ibanez: I know she’s out there. I’m going to find her. SCP-7163: I wish you good luck on your journey, then. Ibanez: You’re not going to tell me otherwise? SCP-7163: The easiest option would be for you to follow everyone else’s footsteps, and take your time to grieve. But that’s not what you want. You have faith in her. You have a certain kind of fire, one that does not go out easily. You listen to what your heart tells you, and then you follow that path. I think it might be better for you to, just this once, listen to it. Follow it, see where it leads you. You might find your friend, you might not, but I think there’s a good chance that you will. There is a short pause. Ibanez: I did not expect that. Thanks, whoever you are. SCP-7163: What’s your next course of action? Ibanez: Well, I was supposed to get some information out of you, and then afterwards I’m heading out to 19, got some planning to do. SCP-7163: Right now, I’m not really sure that I have much to give you. Ibanez: Why’s that? SCP-7163: I can’t let it be known who I truly am. That would create a little bit of an issue for your superiors. Ibanez: Well, can you at least explain why your advice is so effective? How do you know our personnel so well that you can solve their problems with just a few words? SCP-7163: I can shed some light into that. SCP-7163: I do not have the ability to see all of history, through the past and future. But I can see people. I can see character, wants and desires, flaws, and the qualities that make people unique from one another. I take all of that, their past experiences, and what they want for their future, and I give them advice that specifically helps them achieve their goals. I want to give them hope for their future, make them see what I see in them. Ibanez: You want to genuinely help people. SCP-7163: Yes. All living beings are sacred, but humans? They are one of the most fascinating species that I’ve ever got to know. You have advanced so far in technology since I last saw this planet. Even in the past two decades, your technologies have advanced considerably. I think you should be proud of that. Ibanez: Sure, but there are a lot of things about us that I don’t think you would like. SCP-7163: Yes. Humanity does have the capability to commit heinous acts in the name of what people think is right. But you still have the capacity for love and kindness. It might not feel like it, but there are people out there who do have compassion, empathy, and generosity for others. That’s what makes you stand out. Those are the qualities of your species that cannot die out. Ibanez: How long have you been away from this planet? Because right now, we’re at a losing game with that. SCP-7163: I have been watching your planet as of recently, and yes, it does seem as if the evils of this world are turning the tides, but I still have hope that no matter what happens, good will triumph. Just like your hope for your friend. All we can do is take action, and hope for the best. SCP-7163: I do wish you good luck on whatever path you decide to take. You will find her. And once you do, say hi to her for me. I have a lot to discuss with Udo. But that’s for another time. The voice goes silent. Ibanez is left sitting in the chamber. After a short pause she nods, stands up, picks up the chair, and moves to exit the chamber. <End Log> Addendum 7163.6: Interview 7163.2 The following is a transcript of an interview between Dr. Okorie and SCP-7163 on 2022/12/15. This interview reveals a few important pieces of information about the creator of SCP-7163, and details about the exact purpose behind the object. Interviewed: SCP-7163 Interviewer: Udo Okorie <Begin Log> Dr. Okorie enters the chamber. She closes the chamber doors behind her, and stands directly in front of SCP-7163. Okorie: Are you going to say anything? There is a short pause, before SCP-7163 finally speaks. SCP-7163: For what it’s worth, I do apologize for shutting the door on you, after all this time. Okorie: At least you’re here, now. But why now? SCP-7163: I wanted to talk to you about a few things. SCP-7163: For starters, your former supervisor. My condolences for what happened to him. I wish I was there to help you, after his passing. But I could not, unfortunately. Okorie: I thought I would never feel as happy as I did with him ever again, but I still pushed through. I can’t give up on the things that I still have, even if I lose something great. SCP-7163: Do you still wish to know what I told him? Okorie: I don’t think it matters, at this point. That was something that he needed at the time, not me. SCP-7163: It has been a while since I last remember my interaction with him, but I think I recall something about his brother. The details are getting lost on me. SCP-7163: But that’s not the only thing I’m here to discuss with you. There was quite a revelation that you had about a year ago. And another loss of someone very close to you. Okorie: I thought it would end with Dougall. But I couldn’t do anything about it. It was out of my control. SCP-7163: Sometimes things have to end. And sometimes, they end on the spur of a moment, without your knowledge, without even a chance to say goodbye. But your dad passed knowing that you’ll stay strong. You’ll keep your head up. And he got to spend every last second with someone he loved. I bet that was good enough for him. Okorie: It’s still hard, without him. It’s just me and mom now, and it doesn’t feel the same. SCP-7163: It won’t ever be the same. But you’ll still push through. You’ll remember all the good times that you had with him, and you’ll keep your head up, for a brighter future. Okorie: Before we separated on Corbenic, he told me something that he was keeping from me, for the longest time. That I’m not human. SCP-7163: Another woman, one not from Earth. Okorie: He met her in Alagadda, but I don’t believe that she’s from there. I don’t know. I’ve been researching to find out who this woman really is, but I’ve got nothing so far. SCP-7163: Does your Foundation know about this? Okorie: Yes. They haven’t put me in a cage, and I’m still able to work, but this whole thing has still been wracking my brain. Okorie: When I place my hand on this sculpture, I can feel what it feels. I can see impressions of events in the past, from what this sculpture saw. I never knew how I did it. And I did it with my bare hands. I never did anything without my reagents before then. But now it’s starting to make more sense. SCP-7163: It’s truly wonderful, the talents that you wield. Okorie: But I don’t know what I am now. I don’t know who this woman is, what her people are, what any of this means. SCP-7163: Regardless of where you came from, you’re still you. You’re Udo Okorie. You have friends to support you, and just because you’re only half-human, does not make you any lesser than what you thought you were before. Okorie: I still don’t know what I’m truly capable of. SCP-7163: You can start experimenting. One last project, to mark a new era. Okorie: Me. SCP-7163: I have faith that you will find what you’re looking for. Okorie: I hope you’re right. Okorie: But for now, I need to address the elephant in the room. SCP-7163: This sculpture is more of the amphibian type. Okorie: I’m not talking about the sculpture. I’m talking about what’s inside it. SCP-7163: Ah, of course. Okorie: I have a few notions of what you’re supposed to be, but I think it’d be better if I got to confirm it from the source. SCP-7163: Very well then. I’m not going to give you the full picture, but I bet you’ll put the pieces together in time. Okorie: I’ve spent twenty years for this. You should at least give me something that isn’t a vague vision. SCP-7163: I’ll make sure that your time won’t be wasted. SCP-7163: Before I left your planet, I buried this sculpture right at the area where you would find it. Near your site. Once the time came, I moved it up to where you could see it. Okorie: You wanted us to contain the sculpture. SCP-7163: Correct. Okorie: Why? SCP-7163: So that the people in this site could have hope. So that no matter what, they’ll keep standing to fight for what they love. SCP-7163: Your Foundation does not respect the life that it contains. It takes life. It pokes and it prods at it, so that the world outside will not be able to experience all that hides under the floorboards, and in every nook and cranny. But it only takes a single match to start a fire. There’s always a chance to turn things around, for the better. Okorie: You’re on the side of change. SCP-7163: I am on the side of every living being, on every planet, and in every star system. I am on the side of hope, so that every fire can stay alight, so that people like you, Udo, can bring change to the world. Okorie: But you kept yourself in this sculpture, just to help us. You never came out of where you’re hiding at. SCP-7163: I was unable to help your planet for the longest time. I left to help others who needed my guidance, and it’s been millennia since. Everything’s changed. I’ve seen your species grow in so many wonderful ways, but I’ve seen many terrible things as well. Things I could have prevented. Okorie: You had too much on your plate. It was out of your control. But that’s okay. SCP-7163: Because some things have to change. Okorie: And when they do, you keep moving. You have to keep trying. SCP-7163: Now you are beginning to understand. Okorie: I’ve got a long way to go before that. SCP-7163: You’ll get there. Okorie: I’m still thinking about why you still need to hide. SCP-7163: I don't know if I should reveal myself this soon. Nothing good would come of that. I do not wish to cause more mayhem than what has already been brought upon your planet. Okorie: Then we can start slowly. Maybe we can help each other. SCP-7163: Are you suggesting that I should help your Foundation? Okorie: Not the wider Foundation. I was thinking back to what you said. You said you wanted to help our site specifically. So that we can change for the better. SCP-7163: I doubt the entire Foundation could change their ways completely. You almost took the right path, when you had that fateful vote, but it only took one Council member to kill any last hope that the entire system will change itself. I just want things to be better, for your subjects in containment, for all the deviations of this planet that you lock away, and for all walks of life. These beings all deserve to live. SCP-7163: I doubt I can interfere more than I already have. But I can help you succeed. You can start the fire that will change the world for the better, so that others can follow your stead, and take charge to fight for what’s right. Okorie: I still have doubts on that, but I’ll try. SCP-7163: You can start with finishing what you started. Okorie: Are you saying- SCP-7163: The visions. Yes. I intentionally blocked those out, so my identity could remain a secret. But I think you should have at least a bit of closure to this story. Okorie: Alright. Thank you. Okorie steps closer to the sculpture, placing her hand on the top of the sculpture’s head, and closing her eyes. Fifteen seconds pass before she opens her eyes once more, and takes a step back in shock. Okorie: So it was you. SCP-7163: Correct. Okorie: This entire time, it was- Wow. How did I not figure this out sooner? SCP-7163: I thought the hints I gave were very clear on who I am. Okorie: Well, that’s going to be a lot to think about. SCP-7163: At least your project is finally complete. That’s something to celebrate, is it not? Okorie: Yeah, I’m glad it’s done, at least. SCP-7163: The first step for change is always the hardest, but when it is done it does pay off to what comes next. SCP-7163: One more thing before you go. I’ve had this on my mind for a while. How is Ezekiel? Okorie: They’re doing alright, last time I spoke to them. They transferred to another site, and are now a senior researcher, last time I checked. They seem happy. SCP-7163: That’s good. We had a wonderful conversation. I’m glad they’re living their best life, now. SCP-7163: It’s been nice knowing you, Udo. Okorie: See you next year? SCP-7163: I will always be here. For you, and all of these wonderful people. SCP-7163: Have a Merry Christmas, and happy holidays. Okorie turns around, and leaves the room. Just as she closes the chamber door behind her, SCP-7163 speaks once more, to no one in particular. SCP-7163: Will wonders ever cease? <End Log> Footnotes 1. French-Canadian werewolves that are frequently spotted in Québec 2. After further review, this sudden death was confirmed to be caused by complications from a separate anomaly. 3. Technology used for digitally transcribing telepathic conversations between two individuals, using technology derived from SCP-2922. 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SCP-7164 | euclid | Sir Walter Raleigh's head depicted during his life, prior to the emergence of its anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-7164 Special Containment Procedures: Archaeological and mortician personnel are to take appropriate measures at their own discretion to preserve SCP-7164's tissue. A vacuum filter must be running constantly to absorb the insects spawning from SCP-7164. When not in testing, SCP-7164 is kept in a climate-controlled storage unit. Regular conversations to prevent the degradation of SCP-7164's mental health can be assigned to Junior Researchers at the discretion of supervising personnel. Description: The animate, decapitated and desiccated head of Sir Walter Raleigh1 has been designated SCP-7164. The skull has been removed, replaced by tobacco leaf, with the outer layer of skin being partially mummified. SCP-7164 is blind but not deaf. Both of its eyes are missing, as well as the external ears, eyelids, and lips. All of SCP-7164’s hair has fallen out apart from a few strands. Despite its desiccation, the stump is warm to the touch and generates 2.5ml of human viscera per day. DNA testing has matched this biological material to samples from Sir Walter Raleigh’s living descendants. SCP-7164 speaks in a mixture of modern and old English and can accurately recall memories of Sir Walter Raleigh as far as can be historically documented. SCP-7164 is generally passive in its communications and has never initiated conversation. When it is not speaking, SCP-7164 is inert beyond its matter-generative properties. SCP-7164 is constantly spontaneously generating ants, beetles, maggots, and earwigs from within its internal tobacco leaves. These are of varying species and are always in their adult form. After emerging from SCP-7164's varying orifices they will immediately begin attempting to consume SCP-7164, but will otherwise behave normally if removed from SCP-7164's vicinity. The Foundation recovered SCP-7164 from a private collection after videos documenting its properties were found being circulated by bootleg videotape distributors. Upon its discovery, SCP-7164 was being kept in a velour handbag. Addendum: SCP-7164 Interview Logs 04/18/1999 Interview Log Interview Participants: Dr. Bill Schulz Subject: Origin of anomalous properties <Begin Log> Researcher Schulz: The recorder has been activated. This is Researcher William Schulz, interviewing SCP-7164 on April 18th, 1999. Can you hear me, SCP-7164? SCP-7164: That’s right. Researcher Schulz: I wanted to go through a few of the different theories you’ve given regarding your origin. SCP-7164: Bid whatever thou desire, yet I never gave the answer to the question. Researcher Schulz: You’ve claimed that both the Bavarian Illuminati and the Stonemasons may have been responsible for your current state? SCP-7164: That was only a story I told to entertain, for a few moments out of the bag with those chittering insects. Researcher Schulz: So you’re not standing by those claims? SCP-7164: I know not if 'tis right or wrong, it is just something I quoth. You would say anything to have brief moments of respite from such an existence. I've spent more of my life doing that than I ever did exploring or being a man. Researcher Schulz: Speaking of exploring, what about El Dorado? You spent a lot of time abroad, looking for treasure. Did you ever see anything odd, something you couldn’t explain out there in the new world? SCP-7164: There wasn't anything usual about it. All of the place was strange to mine eyes and I wouldn't know what about it might have granted me my present condition. I never found some cursed tomb if that's what you're getting at. If anything, it would have been the men. Researcher Schulz: Nobody sticks out in your mind, none of the people you met over there, maybe, that one of them could have done something to you or said something to you? SCP-7164: If it were something so simple and primrose to explain, we wouldn't be sitting hither talking, right? Researcher Schulz: Sure. SCP-7164: Why do you want there to be some explanation like that for it anyhow? Isn't it enough for some strange things to just befall? Doth thou want this form to be made by witchcraft? If I knew why I was like this I would have done something about it by now. Researcher Schulz: Well, perhaps if we knew more, we could assist- SCP-7164: Assist? With what? Making me rot faster? Spare me thy platitudes. I know not where I came from any more than thou doth and I suggest thou forbear worrying about it because thou shall never find an answer that causes thee fortunate. SCP-7164 did not respond to further inquiries. <End Log> 08/22/2001 Interview Log Interview Participants: Doctor Ahmad Almossawi, SCP-7164 Subject: Queen Elizabeth I <Begin Log> Doctor Almossawi: This tape is being dictated by Doctor Almossawi, on the twenty-second of August in the year 2001. I am speaking to a head called SCP-7164. SCP-7164: I was not always bid that. Doctor Almossawi: I know. One of the people who knew you before that was the Queen, right? Elizabeth the first. We have another Elizabeth on the throne right now, actually, did you know that? SCP-7164: I know it, yet her beauty canst not compare to my virgin queen Lizzy. Doctor Almossawi: What was your first impression when you met? I would imagine you don’t forget the first time you meet a Queen. It's never happened to most people, I've never had it. SCP-7164: She was amazingly beautiful. I couldn't see to get enough of her. It shocked me how insecure she was behind closed doors. Mine god, if only she could see how beautiful she actually was. I tried to say to her so many times but each time she would say no, not really. Never accepted a compliment. I know not would she aye actually allow herself to hear me. Wanted her to hear, I never knew if mine words were coming through or would I was just speaking to her presence. Doctor Almossawi: Could you elaborate on that, you knew Elizabeth for many years so surely she would hear you out eventually. SCP-7164: 'Twere hard for me, loving her. I never was sure I knew how she felt. Not for the gentle caresses, or carefree afternoons spent in her inner chambers, there was eternally something pulled back inside her. A permanent restraint. All the times my lips met hers, I couldn't recall any times where she would kiss me back. My enthusiasm was endless and hers was all chaste. Yet then she would doth little things like resting her pate on mine shoulder, or squeezing mine hands, and I had hope, haply we might hast something more in the future. But we never got there because we died. Doctor Almossawi: But if she was so cold to you, then you should have known she was not interested in you. SCP-7164: I know not. I never regard it was so simple. Maybe our love was doomed from the start, yet she brought me so much happiness. I hope I brought her some joy. So many days alone in the castle she said it was all duty, that she really had nothing to live for, felt empty and sad for each long hour of every day. No matter what I said, I could not be of comfort to her. I do not regard anyone else whom I brought smiles and not the sword. All I ever wanted was to hear her a single loving word to me. That was before I was like this and she went first. She grew corky and died. Doctor Almossawi: She was famously afraid of that, of aging and death, if our historical sources are to be believed. SCP-7164: That is true. Never fortunate with the body God gave her, yearning for youth, perhaps that's why being fortunate and happy together was impossible. There cannot be a love if someone doth not love themselves. I poured all of my heart's love into her but she remained hollow and heavy. Doctor Almossawi: I see. We don’t have to continue this avenue of conversation if it’s upsetting you, I’ve got everything I needed for today. Thank you, SCP-7164. I’ll speak to you again soon. SCP-7164: You’re welcome. <End Log> 12/02/2007 Interview Log Interview Participants: Doctor Ahmad Almossawi, SCP-7164 Subject: Excerpt taken from a larger interview on an unrelated topic. <Begin Log> SCP-7164: Am I being preserved well? Doctor Almossawi: Oh, yes. We’re taking every measure to ensure that, not to worry. SCP-7164: Why? Doctor Almossawi: That’s our job. We’re here to keep you going, to learn from your experience so we can better understand the universe? SCP-7164: I've been alive too long. I've remembered too much. Doth thou still want me to be alive to learn from me? Doctor Almossawi: It is more convenient, yes, when we can speak to you. I can’t talk to you anymore if you’re inert. SCP-7164: Convenience? Is that what excuse we use to bid farewell to mercy killing? I was a soldier once. Should I have seen a man in mine condition when I was whole, I would hast struck him down presently to save his soul. When shall I get to to heaven? I’m so tired. Doctor Almossawi: I’m sorry, Sir Walter. I’m afraid that’s outside my control. SCP-7164: Thou could crush me right now, then it is over. Doctor Almossawi: I’m sorry, I think this is the end of the interview today. We can talk more soon, okay? SCP-7164: Thou art going to leave me in the dark? Dispatch me. Send me to be with Lizzy in heaven or to hell, it cannot be worse than living like this. Doctor Almossawi: I’m sorry. SCP-7164: Please. <End Log> Footnotes 1. English explorer, 1552-1618 |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-7165 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: nagi Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7165 iconography. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7165 will be monitored for further romantic interference in the lives of SCP Foundation personnel by Cliometria.aic and MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators")..Nagi-class anomalies have ceased to display anomalous properties, and will be monitored for reclassification should said properties remanifest. Attempts to deactivate the associated web domain are ongoing. Description: SCP-7165 is an online dating service entitled "Tender Lovin' Karen" operated by GoI-5889 (Vikander-Kneed Technical Media). Promotional text on the website offers the following overview: Are you looking for that special someone? Specifically, this special someone? Dr. Karen T. Elstrom, Chair of Administration and Oversight at SCP Foundation Lake Huron Research and Containment Site-43? Well, does Vikander-KneedTM have a treat in store for you! Just sign up to Tender Lovin' Karen, swipe left on the only other user you can see, and hey presto! An instant romantic connection is formed with the star-crossed lover of our times, she of zero successful dates in the last twenty-odd years. Will you be the one to finally melt this ice queen's heart of gold? Not if you couldn't detect the mixed metaphor in the previous sentence! She's very picky. The mechanism by which SCP-7165 functions is unclear, but users indicating interest in Dr. Elstrom are insinuated seamlessly into her existing dating services as a potential match. Only one such match led to an in-person meeting, resulting in the anomaly's discovery. Addendum 7165-1, Phenomenological Overview: On 21 August 2023, Dr. Elstrom arranged a date with a Tinder user she had successfully matched with after independently confirming the user's identity using Foundation resources, as per protocol. A transcript of their outing at the Anafabulous! bistro in Three Portlands is appended below. <Dr. Elstrom is waiting at her table. An entity resembling a moose with three television screens in place of its head approaches, trampling the chair opposite her and standing on the remains. Each screen displays an image of one dozen red roses.> Entity: Hey there, beautiful. I'm your date. Dr. Elstrom: You're not Antonio Banderas. Entity: And you're very perceptive! Dr. Elstrom: You're the moose from Vikander-Kneed. Entity: Maybe a little too perceptive. Dr. Elstrom: I got fifteen matches today. Were they all VKTM? Entity: Let's focus on the here and now, girl. This is our night. Dr. Elstrom: This is sexual harassment. <One of the screens changes to display VKTM representative Mari MacPhaerson. She is wearing blue pajamas and a yellow sleep mask; the sleep mask is soaked through with blood.> MacPhaerson: I didn't think of that. Shit. Fuck. Dump it. The entity demanifested, and all fifteen matches disappeared from Dr. Elstrom's Tinder account. Eleven yellow roses and an apology card addressed to Dr. Elstrom arrived at Site-43 the following day. Shortly after its discovery and correlation with SCP-7165, all content hosted on the "Tender Lovin' Karen" domain was erased. Dr. Elstrom has terminated all of her personal dating service accounts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7165" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7165. Licensed under CC-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: Everything! Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7167 | euclid | Photo taken by a drone from the interior of SCP-7167. Item #: SCP-7167 Special Containment Procedures: A 40-kilometer perimeter must be maintained at all times around SCP-7167. Any new structures, including any new industrial or urban instances of SCP 7167-A, must be taken note of and cut down or demolished in the event they expand past the perimeter. Earthquakes caused by instances of SCP-7167-A must be monitored by Foundation geologists to observe any attempts at subterranean expansion by SCP-7167. Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel authorized to enter one kilometer within SCP-7167 without clearance from Site Director. As part of Protocol Woodpecker, any human subjects that have been found to have breached the perimeter are to be terminated immediately to prevent the possible emergence of new structures within SCP-7167. All examinations of the interiors of the site must be done through the use of Foundation exploration drones and long-range radioscopic and audio-based earthquake monitoring equipment from Observation Site-█. Description: SCP-7167 is a metropolitan city approximately 80 square kilometers in size, located in Alberta, Canada. Urban structures within SCP-7167, designated SCP-7167-A, vary in size and function.1 Every instance of SCP-7167-A has been observed to have grown out of the ground. All attempts to locate the source of each instance’s creation have been unsuccessful. Any vegetation in the vicinity of an instance of SCP-7167-A has been observed to die upon its creation and the soil under the instance suffers severe erosion that renders it infertile. SCP-7167 remains devoid of any sentient life and other non-living objects such as cars and trash cans that are otherwise not normally part of a city’s infrastructure. Analysis of SCP-7167-A instances has been found to be made of otherwise normal construction materials such as steel, concrete, rebar, wood, brick, glass, and aluminum.2 SCP-7167-A instances do not follow conventional architectural design rules as SCP-7167-A instances have been observed growing diagonally or with incomplete building formations, though falling debris has been observed breaking off of SCP-7167-A instances on occasion.3 These include skyscrapers missing their left half, streetlamps missing their posts, brick buildings growing out slanted without cementation, and other malformations not otherwise listed. Skyscraper instances of SCP-7167-A have been observed to reach heights as tall as 300 meters and remain standing despite any possible subsidence under the structure. Researchers hypothesize this may be due to how the buildings seem to be rooted to the ground, despite not having any observable roots to hold SCP-7167-A instances in place. Chemical analysis of formations within SCP-7167 has been found to practice a more limited version of the Calvin Cycle, absorbing carbon dioxide in its vicinity and using it to seemingly speed up the development of new SCP-7167-A instances. Aside from this, SCP-7167 has yet to be observed releasing oxygen when undergoing this chemical process. SCP-7167’s anomalous effects on humans are observed when a person enters the city. After about two hours of entering SCP-7167, subjects will begin to exhibit symptoms common to that of hypoxia such as confusion, rapid or slowed heart rate, shortness of breath, violent coughing and or wheezing, and severe fatigue. Three hours into entering SCP-7167, subjects have been observed to fall unconscious several times from the aforementioned rapid onset of hypoxia. After approximately five minutes of labored breathing, subjects were shown to become unresponsive. Further analysis of subjects afterward has found them to have expired from suffocation. Incident Report-001: At 0100 hours on 9/16/1999, footage from Drone Unit-83 picked up what appeared to be a flare fired from the downtown section of SCP-7167. Drone Units 70 through 79 were dispatched to locate the source of the flare. Incident Report-002: At 0400 hours on 9/16/1999, a human male was discovered in an SCP-7167-A instance taking the form of a bus stop. Following site containment Protocol Woodpecker, the subject was immediately terminated on sight via remote machine gun fire from Drone Unit-79. Due to the location of the body within the SCP-7167 40-kilometer perimeter, retrieval of the body was impossible. The man was found to have been carrying a Sony Micorcassette-Corder M-679V, seeming to document his experience within SCP-7167.4 The man, later identified as nineteen-year-old Enola Appuia of the Blackfoot nation was reported missing on 8/28/1999. His uncle had filed a missing person's report after he had failed to return home from his job as a hand at a nearby cattle farm. Microcasette recovered from Incident-002. Enola was known to be a young man with a troubled childhood, losing both parents at the age of three, and had a history of delinquency including stealing and attempting to sell stolen goods. At first, there was speculation regarding whether or not he had once again been involved in criminal activity, however, documents provided by the State of Montana's Office of Juvenile Justice confirmed that following his admittance to a court-ordered course designed to steer juveniles away from crime, he had no such relapses in criminal behavior in the past four years. Later investigations by police found that he had not attended work that day, as they recovered CCTV footage of him purchasing several pieces of survival gear at a nearby outdoor retailer. He was last seen driving out of town onto Highway 444 headed toward the US-Canadian border. A note was later recovered from his bedroom by police, addressed to his Uncle and other surviving family members. The note reads as follows: + Letter for Uncle Ahanu - Title for hiding text To Uncle Ahanu, I'm sorry I had to leave you all like this. I didn't want to say goodbye in person because I didn't wanna think that I was leaving you all in the first place. Just that I'm not gonna be around for a while. I don't know why I keep telling myself that, maybe just to make myself feel better. I don't know. What I do know is that this wasn't because of anything you did. It's just that I can't live here anymore. Not after we lost the shop, the house, and Grandma Ayita. It's all broken and it can't be fixed. Not by me at least, I am also broken. And I must fix myself before I can even begin to face the conditions that our family has been stuck in for the past two years now. I know it's been hard the past couple of years. But I want you to know that I'm finally gonna do what Ayita was never able to do. Live. Truly live. Like our people once did in the lands up north. Don't try to come find me, I don't want to be found. Just know that I will eventually come back to see you all. I just need to get my thoughts straight by living like we were meant to. Like I was meant to. I love you all and I'll be back someday. Don't worry. Your nephew, Enola After retrieval and review of the tape’s contents, the containment protocol for SCP-7167 has been adjusted in light of the information discovered. Below is the transcript of the tape contents before it was destroyed: + Transcript of microcasette recovered from Incident Report-002 - Title for hiding text Day twenty of my time out here in the wilderness. Or more accurately day one of me wandering through history’s most derelict city in the middle of the wilderness. Part of me thinks this is hell, what with the absence of people and the fact that I can’t seem to find my way out. Maybe I died in my sleep and this is what I get for abandoning my family and friends. At least that’s what I hope this is because any other explanation wouldn’t make as much sense. I’ve been wandering the streets of this town for hours trying to find a single person who can tell me what the hell is going on. At least people would give this situation some levity or at least something resembling an explanation. Seriously… I can’t be the only person wandering this town. There has to be someone else out there… (Sigh.) I must be going insane because not only have I not found anyone, but the buildings in this town keep getting weirder and weirder. I saw a skyscraper the other day that was lopsided with only half of itself formed. The other half looked like it had been sliced off perfectly even with a knife. I mean, one day you’re sleeping in a cabin after a long day of hunting and maintaining the land, and the next day you wake up surrounded by skyscrapers and streetlamps growing out of the ground like vines wrapping around walls and fences. Seriously, you try keeping your sanity after seeing skyscrapers growing out of the ground slanted or fused together. I can hear something in the distance. Kind of sounds like a heartbeat, but muffled. This place just keeps getting stranger. The factors just don’t add up… I can’t find my cabin anywhere. I swear, I walked in a straight line down the street from my cabin. I retraced my steps and poof, gone. Nothing there. I’m not even sure it was the same spot that I had come from. I tried to go inside one of those buildings and I could barely breathe when I walked in. You know that feeling just before you’re about to exhale when holding your breath, that’s what it felt like. I see a bench in the distance. Gonna go take a rest there for the time being. Day twenty one… I think… I must’ve passed out or something. All I remember is walking over here and sitting down. I can’t tell what time it is, only that it’s dark out cause the streetlights are on. At least if I wanted to I could go out looking for people and still be able to see. Not like there’s any chance of that happening. Maybe this is all a bad dream and soon I’ll wake up in my bed back home, not like that’ll be any better. At least that annoying noise would be gone… I think I’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit longer, my body feels worn out from walking the whole day. What is it day twenty… One… Or twenty? I don’t know how it happened but I went to sleep on that bench I found and woke up at this bus stop. And that’s not all, the dream I had just now was so vivid and bizarre. Like, more than usual… I was back home at the reservation working at the old antique shop Grandma Ayita owned back when my family used to actually own things. I guess you could say those were the good old days for me. Anyway, I was putting away a stack of three hardcovers my grandmother Ayita had just handed me when I noticed this old pan flute that I had handcrafted when I was a kid sitting on the glass store counter. It was as though it had just been made, all shiny and smelling of bamboo. And for some odd reason, I decided to pick it up and start playing like I used to as a child. For context, I was never that good at playing the flute since I could never get the proper mouth shape to do so. But I nonetheless started playing this tune that I remember hearing when I was barely three years old at one of my people’s many ceremonies. Our shaman had played it on his own flute for this coming-of-age event for another kid in the tribe that my grandmother brought me to watch. It sounded so clear… As though I were back at that same ceremony listening in as the shaman whistled away a tune to the spirits both long and recently past. Then I woke up… and it was gone. (A few minutes of silence follow before the man seems to remember the recorder was still on.) Oh-h shit, didn’t mean to leave the recorder on… Day twenty-five or whatever. I don’t even know why I keep updating this thing. It’s not like I’ve been getting anywhere. The other day I tried once more to find anyone, but still no luck. One of the overpasses nearly collapsed on top of me while I was looking around. So, it’s safe to say I’m not gonna be looking around any time soon. My muscles are killing me though. Even before I tried to look for anyone else, it’s like I’ve got severe fatigue or something. And that goddamn beating in the distance is getting so fucking annoying! God! Fuck! This is bullshit! Why? Why can I never get away from this shit? I was supposed to live like I was meant to and still, it's taken from me! Live off the land… The land ain't alive no more! And all because of this… This. A metropolis built by God knows what for God knows what purpose. (Coughs.) I think I’m gonna try sending out a signal using the flare gun that I still have with me. Aside from the canteen, it’s probably the only thing I have left from the supplies I packed. The rest are God knows where. Note: Based on the recovery time of the microcassette, this entry appears to line up approximately two minutes before our observation Drone 83 spotted a flare having been fired from the downtown portion of SCP-7167. Part twenty-nine of the guy slowly losing his sanity to the world’s shittiest metropolis and its ever-beating heart. Seriously, if that beating sound doesn’t shut the fuck up I’m gonna have an aneurysm. No matter what, I pass out and wake up in two different hells. And I can't even tell which one's real and which one's fake anymore. I leave one hell only to wake up in another. (Sighs, followed by some mild coughing.) I had another dream again. I must be either the world’s best sleeper or the world’s worst awaker. Whatever that means. Anyway, I was back in the shop. I was playing the flute once more, all in the zone and happy when this man walked in. Dressed all in a dark suit and tie. He said something to my grandma Ayita… Something that made her start to weep profusely. I tried to play once more but no sound came out. But that wasn’t the strangest part… When the man spoke… All I could hear was the beating of a heart. And when he moved his gaze over to me, the sound grew louder even as his mouth remained shut. And I woke up back here again… (Sighs.) You know… It’s funny. I don’t think I ever really came to terms with her death, and now here I am sitting here having abandoned everything and everyone I knew to feel better, and yet, I feel more alone than ever… It’s what I get for basing my plan on a book I read… This was our land… My people's land… And even now it isn't fucking sacred! Not from settler bandits and not from whatever the fuck this is! This bullshit, i-it's unfair! Fuck! (The sound of loud banging can be heard. Assumed to be from him punching the wall of the bus stop.) Fuck my hand! Ahhhh! (Sobs and coughs.) Just shut up! Get out of my head! (Heavy labored breathing and wheezing.) It's all fucking bullshit… Day twenty-oh fuck it… I don’t even think a day has passed. Or maybe it has and I can’t tell. God my head, I can’t fucking think with that stupid fucking noise! (Coughs.) Still no sign of anyone. You’d think someone would’ve found me by now. But I was probably right. This is hell… Serves me right for thinking I could just go off the grid. Live off the land like my ancestors did. Get away from all the poverty and depression back home. But I can’t get away from it, not in my life and not in my dreams! (Coughs.) I had another one… This time I was at that ceremony I mentioned earlier. Everyone there was gone. All except Grandma Ayita. She had her back to me, standing in the center of what would be the shaman’s circle. And when I approached her, that was when she turned to face me. (Wheezes.) She asked what I was doing here. Not in our people’s tongue but in plain English. She then asked me why I had left her all alone. I tried to say something, but it was like I had forgotten how to talk. My chest felt as though couldn’t inhale or exhale, like my body had forgotten one of its basic func- (Violent coughing can be heard.) F-Functions… Then she started crying and crying. I had never seen her cry so much before. She was always so happy around me, even when she didn't need to be. Even when we lost the shop. Even when we learned of the cancer, she always tried to be the best around me. It was as though she were really there. Trapped like me in whatever desolate hell she ended up in. All lost and alone… This is what I get for abandoning her at her funeral. (A hitching sob can be heard followed by another coughing fit.) After about a minute of standing there, I tried approaching her once more. Only for her body to disintegrate into dust that blew away in the wind. And then I was alone… There was this rumble and before I knew it there were hundreds of buildings suddenly growing out of the ground and into the sky; all blocking out the sun. And then that same damn beat began to drum once more. And it wasn’t muffled, it was like it was right there. In my ear, like it was pressed up against someone else’s chest. As it got louder and louder, all I could think to do was begin digging at the earth under me to escape it. That’s when I woke up… (Sighs.) I’m gonna try to see if I can find anyone else, even if my body doesn’t want to. Note: It is speculated that in the next entry, the man must’ve suffered some form of vertigo whilst getting up from the bench and passed out. In the process suffering some sort of head trauma. My head… Jesus. I must’ve passed the fuck out again. I can’t tell if… (Pained groaning can be heard.) Fuck! My head! (The man is heard violently throwing up.) Where’s that fucking noise coming from! God! It’s all I hear! All I hear! Note: There’s a noticeable gap in time between the previous entry and the last two entries. Some researchers believe that this may either be due to the mental effects caused by the heartbeat coming from SCP-7167 or the anxiety coming from the rapid onset of hypoxia. Day…twenty-nine or is it twenty-six? Twenty-six? No! No! No! Where am I? Downtown? No wait, how? God that heartbeat's giving me a headache! Fuck! My hands! Are my hands still there? Yes, wait no! No forging today… Not now. Not ever. Can't dig! Concrete hurts! Soil is gone… Where is it?! Under, no. Yes over, wait! Think goddamnit! Think! Get this heart out of my head! What's my name? What's my name goddamnit?! Can't think! Gotta resist! What's my name?! Where am I from?! Here! No… No… No… No. No. No. No! No! No! Can't think clearly… Only hear the heart beating… It wants me, but I won't let it! Can't go! Don't wanna go! Stop! Stop! Stop! Hear it beat! Hear it beat! The only thing it does is beat! (Violent coughing is heard.) Hell! The heartbeat is hell! (Cackling can be heard followed by another violent coughing fit.) I must become one with it! We are the same! The heartbeat and I are synced! We are together! There is no individuality! There’s only the heart! Hear it beat! (The man is heard mumbling “Hear it beat” and the sound of a faint heartbeat can be heard till the end of the tape.) Note: Researchers speculate the last entry wasn’t recorded intentionally as the recording stretches till the end of the tape without a clear beginning and end like the rest of the entries. It is assumed that shortly after the tape finished recording, Drone-79 discovered and terminated the subject as per Protocol Woodpecker. + Addendum 001 - Title for hiding text Addendum 001: After a review of the tape’s contents, researchers have determined SCP-7167 appears to have a temporal effect on subjects' perception of both time and space within the city. This Phantom Time Zone appears to lull prey into a false sense of security through the belief that have merely been sleeping frequently and for long periods. Subjects will also become invariably lost after entering SCP-7167, becoming unable to find their way out due to the loss of their sense of direction. During the rapid onset of hypoxia, subjects who fall unconscious are observed to both sleepwalk toward what would be the city center and after resuming consciousness, believe that much more time has passed than it initially did. It is believed that SCP-7167 does this by emitting an auditory hazard in the form of a heartbeat that can be heard after subjects have been within the city for over an hour. Under no circumstances will any audio equipment, including audio-based earthquake and radioscopic monitoring equipment, be used in the containment and surveillance of SCP-7167. Any audio device within the city will begin to emit the same heartbeat as the city, becoming an SCP-7167-B instance, and thus must be destroyed under Protocol Woodpecker to prevent any further prey from being lured within the city's perimeter and thus fueling the growth of further SCP-7167-A instances. + ORDERS FROM SITE DIRECTOR REGARDING INCIDENT-002 COVER-UP - Title for hiding text ORDERS FROM SITE DIRECTOR REGARDING INCIDENT-002 COVER-UP To avoid a breach of secrecy regarding the location of SCP-7167 and the existence of the Foundation and its operations as a whole, Enola Appuia will be declared dead and all current searches for him and his whereabouts around the region of the 49th Parallel called off. A cover story will be provided by Foundation operatives at the coroner's office of Browning, Montana claiming to have recovered his remains from a nearby ditch along Highway 444 after an apparent fatal car accident. — Dr. Ethan Kottler, Site Director Footnotes 1. Other instances of SCP-7167-A have manifested as several forms of urban infrastructure including streets, sidewalks, streetlights, overpasses, subways, and sewers. 2. Some structures have also been observed to be made of carbon nanotubes. 3. Particularly in regards to how recently the instance had emerged. 4. Researchers believe it to be part of a larger series of tapes that acted as the man’s journal. |
SCP-7168 | safe | By Marceline D. Raynes Link To Guide Item#:7168 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: The conspiracy theory of global Tetrahydrocannabinol1 tolerance (Cover Story 60) increase has been perpetuated by the Foundation, and corporate Tetrahydrocannabinol manufacturers have been blackmailed to comply with this conspiracy. The War on Drugs (Cover Story 7), has been reinstated with the intent to dissuade the general public from consuming Tetrahydrocannabinol. Those affiliated with various drug empires across the globe have been informed of the tolerance conspiracy theory by embedded Foundation agents within their ranks, and have been strongly advised against selling Tetrahydrocannabinol products to their customers. Civilians who remain vigilant and skeptical of the conspiracy are to be discretely detained by Foundation agents and subjected to experimentation. Tetrahydrocannabinol experimentation is to be supervised by Researcher Umar Hadid of the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division2. Experimentation is to continue until an accord with SCP-7168-A can be established, as it is hypothesized that doing so will rectify the societal damage done by its anomalous properties. SCP-7168-A is confined to its extra dimensional hyperlocation and cannot be practically contained without risking further disruption to the standard, non-anomalous effects of marijuana consumption, or perpetuating SCP-7168 indefinitely. Attempts to communicate with the anomaly are the primary goal of Operation ROOT. Description: SCP-7168 is the phenomenon currently affecting all non-anomalous strains of marijuana. SCP-7168 negates the perception altering effects of, and hallucinations induced by, marijuana. While under the influence of Tetrahydrocannabinol, individuals have reported feeling an overall increase in libido, nausea, guilt, and relaxation, although the perception-altering effects of the substance are absent. Additionally, individuals have reported experiencing hallucinations depicting a "white, formless void", occupied by a sole humanoid entity, designated SCP-7168-A. Researcher Hadid's custom strain. SCP-7168-A's visual appearance drastically varies to each individual who observes it, with very few consistencies. From the accounts collected from the experiment subjects, SCP-7168-A is always female-presenting, standing at least two meters taller than the individual, and possesses two eyes, one of which luminates a green aura. SCP-7168-A is also highly temperamental, often harassing or belittling individuals who observe it. SCP-7168-A has admitted to causing SCP-7168, although its reason for doing this is unknown. Discovery: Researcher Umar Hadid inadvertently discovered SCP-7168-A following the manifestation of SCP-7168. When Researcher Hadid noticed that the marijuana infused brownies he had baked failed to initiate the desired effect, he originally attributed the phenomenon to his rapidly increasing tolerance. Researcher Hadid reported to a Foundation co-worker in his company at the time that he caught a momentary glimpse of a tall female humanoid, who regarded him with disdain. The other individual with him, MTF Delta-20's Jason Mendoza, reported a similar experience, although when he made flirtatious advances at the humanoid, it ignored him. At this point, Researcher Hadid suspected that anomalous activity was involved. He contacted Alaina Chin, the Director of Site-83, through email, and requested to conduct a series of tests on D-Class personnel and volunteer Foundation researchers. The email below has been included for posterity. To: ten.pics|38nihcaniala#ten.pics|38nihcaniala From: ten.pics|7991didahramu#ten.pics|7991didahramu Director Chin, it is with the utmost dismay that I write this email to you as a sober man. Between Agent Mendoza and I, we have consumed a whole tray of edibles and have barely gotten a contact high in the three hours since ingestion. I ripped a bong about ten minutes ago for good measure, just to make sure that my tolerance hadn't excelled beyond reasonable parameters and still, I remain sober and aware. We both experienced a shared hallucination independent of one another, shared being the operative word. The woman we saw was exactly the same in both of our brief visions, albeit some minor differences. She was tall and beautiful, but the problem is that we both saw her independently, without talking about something like that with one another. Of course, that could just be a coincidence. Independent, shared hallucinations aren't exactly out of the realm of possibility, and it could be the case that we are both attracted to the same type of person and subconsciously thought about that. Generally though, when you're hallucinating something like that (meaning an attractive person right in front of you), the hallucination is typically more amicable. They want to spend time with you, or do whatever it is you're thinking about. Hallucinations are generally under the control of your subconscious, and to that effect, often beneficial to you. This one didn't feel like that. It was like it was independent. This phenomenon is not unique to me, however. I've contacted our branches in Jamaica, Chile, Ghana, and Guam, and their researchers have noticed this drastic decrease in the perception altering affects of marijuana in their respective country's civilian population. There have been riots, destruction en masse, and the drug empires across the globe are starting to crumble. People are dying. So far the people in the know have been complying with our current containment procedures, but there is a potent danger still present that is threatening to destroy civilization as we understand it. If marijuana is not functioning as it should for much longer, that is going to pose a serious threat to the Veil. We need to resolve this immediately. To that end, I propose Operation ROOT. It will be a short-term series of experiments using those Foundation volunteers and D-Class personnel. They will have various years of experience with marijuana, as well as drastically different tolerances. My aim is to observe their reactions under different amounts of marijuana to gather data and potentially find a cure as to preserve the Veil of Secrecy. Yours truly, R. Umar Hadid Site Director Chin consulted with Ethics Committee Liason, Michael Keetan, who reasoned that there would be no harm being done to individuals who partook in the proposed experimentation. Site Director Chin greenlit the request, stipulating that the pool of test subjects consist of D-Class personnel and volunteers. The on-going phenomenon was given SCP Classification, and the experimentation was conducted shortly thereafter. Trials: On February 14th, 2025, Researcher Hadid began conducting various experiments with volunteer Foundation personnel using different strains of marijuana, each developed and cultivated by the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division. Amount Observed Effect Comments 10mg Scruby was supplied with 10mg of Marijuana resin to burn and inhale through a Foundation-grade water bubbler. After completing the initial stage of the experiment, Scurby sat cross-legged in the testing chamber, singing to himself while waiting for the perception-altering effects to manifest. After two hours, Scruby reported that he was not feeling the effects of marijuana ingestion and requested to return to the dormitories. "This honestly fucking sucks. I thought this place was supposed to have all sorts of illicit materials hidden from the normal world, and so far all you've given me is pretty bad weed." -D-0607 "I have to apologize for wasting your time, D-0607. We are trying a new culture, grown right here at Site-83, designed to make you feel more relaxed when ingested. There's an on-going global crisis and I need to find a way to fix it." -R. Hadid "Well you're gonna have to try harder." -D-0607 "Thank you for that wealth of information." -R. Hadid 50mg Dr. Nathaniel Burr was supplied with a tray of thirteen freshly baked cookies, infused with the aforementioned strain. While displeased with the taste, Dr. Burr complied with Researcher Hadid's instruction and waited in the testing chamber for the effects to manifest. After two hours passed, Dr. Burr reported feeling mild nausea and witnessing a semi-transparent hand manifest in front of him and unfurl its middle finger. The nausea and visual anomaly were attributed to the trace amounts of LSD infused with the marijuana. "How are you feeling, Dr. Burr? Do you have any residual nausea?" -R. Hadid "There's a weird taste in my mouth, and I feel like I've pissed someone off, but I can't place who." -Dr. E "It's… that's not incredibly helpful. Thank you for your time, Dr. Burr. I'll have to increase the dosage next time." -R. Hadid 235mL Broadus was supplied with a 235mL cup filled with gelatinous candied worms, infused with the aforementioned strain. As Broadus's tolerance was exceptionally high due to his prolonged experience with marijuana, the perception-altering effects took significantly longer to manifest. Once they did, however, Broadus reported seeing the semi-transparent outline of a female, humanoid visual anomaly. Broadus attempted to contact the visual anomaly, although he vomited before he was able to do so, causing the anomaly to demanifest. "You tell us that you've seen some visuals briefly, elaborate on that." -R. Hadid "Yeah, baby. I got a decent buzz and saw a fine woman, taller than me and greener than grass. I tried to talk to her, lay on that Snoop charm, but she gave me the cold shoulder. I think I got some rejection issues I need to work out. These hallucinations are bumming me out." -D-2210 "I'll do what I can about getting you seen. You're sure that was all you saw?" -R. Hadid "Snoop don't lie, son." -D-2210 "No, of course you don't. Why would you? It's not your ass that's on the line." -R. Hadid 1L Agent Mendoza was supplied with one liter of tea, infused with the aforementioned strain. Agent Mendoza reported feeling a powerful sense of guilt, although he stated that the feeling felt entirely baseless. After three hours, Agent Mendoza began to feel a minor alteration to his perception, claiming that the same female humanoid he witnessed with Research Hadid had manifested again. The visual anomaly appeared greatly displeased by Agent Mendoza's presence. It waved its hands in a circular motion in front of its body, following which Agent Mendoza vomited, causing the visual anomaly to demanifest. "I've got the Director breathing down my neck and the whole Foundation's hopes of restoring peace riding on this, Agent Mendoza. Can you please tell me something actually useful?" -R. Hadid "Man, Umar, you already know what she looks like. Tall, pissed as fuck, beautiful, and definitely not into me. Maybe the weed itself is the anomaly. Maybe it's aliens. Maybe we actually are growing a collective tolerance as part of some rapid evolution. Ever think of that?" -Agt. Mendoza "God damn it, that's not how it works, Jason!" -R. Hadid 2L Researcher Hadid supplied himself with two liters of tea, infused with the aforementioned strain. Researcher Hadid initially reported that the effects were taking longer than usual to manifest, despite his relatively low tolerance. Once the perception altering effects manifested, however, Researcher Hadid hallucinated that he was in a potentially infinite white void, occupied solely by a female humanoid entity. He approached the entity, who turned to face him and shouted, apparently causing Researcher Hadid to vomit and abruptly end the hallucination. "Son of a bitch." -R. Hadid While Researcher Hadid was unable to glean significant data from the brief experimental trial, he did confirm that anomalous activity was presently affecting marijuana. Over the course of the ensuing three days, Researcher Hadid cultivated a modified strain of marijuana comprised of the five modified strains used during the trial. Using accelerated growth hormones, Researcher Hadid grew and treated a unique strain of marijuana and returned to the testing chamber to document its effects on himself. The following video footage was recovered after the incident on February 18th, 2025. Foreword: It should be noted that, following his transformation, Researcher Hadid is speaking through the reflection, while SCP-7168-A is speaking in the physical world. <Begin Log> Researcher Hadid is sitting with his back against the wall of the testing chamber, inhaling 2267kg of marijuana over the course of four hours through a Klein bottle, retrofitted with a small access designed to hold ground up marijuana matter. Researcher Hadid produces a lighter from his pocket and lights the access port, exhaling before inhaling vapor. Researcher Hadid convulses briefly before retching, then regaining control. Hadid: For the love of God, please. Just give me a single win, that's all I ask for. Researcher Hadid remains sitting as the marijuana begins to take affect. He raises both hands up to his face slowly, turning them over and marveling at his surroundings. His mouth is agape as he stands and paces around the testing chamber, avoiding obstacles that cannot be observed by the camera. After several minutes of this activity, Hadid abruptly stops and stares upward. Hadid: Woaaah. You're… beautiful! Hadid doubles over, clutching his abdomen, as he begins to retch again. Before he can vomit, however, he undergoes several physiological changes rapidly. He grows an additional two meters in height and his arms elongate and alter pigmentation, changing from dark brown to light green. His hair lengthens and becomes iridescent while being affected by a breeze that is not present in the testing chamber. His eyes alter hue and begin to luminate green. At this point, Hadid physically resembles the female humanoid entity as described by Broadus. Hadid walks to a reflective surface in the test chamber and examines himself. Despite the physiological changes, Hadid's reflection is unaltered. SCP-7168-A: What in the fuck do you think you're doing? I stopped you people from getting high for a reason. You really think that you can just steal my gifts and I'd, what, just roll over and be cool with that? Doesn't "Goddess" mean anything to anyone anymore? Hadid: I made my own strain. Who are you? Are you real? SCP-7168-A: (Sighs) What is it going to take to get a little respect around here? Thousands of years making everyone happy and not a single "Praise Reefer the All Loving" or even a fucking "thanks Reefer, you really are the bees tits". Fuck you. Hadid: I'm… okay, I'm sorry. (He laughs) Your name's Reefer? What are you, some kinda… weed goddess? SCP-7168-A: (Crosses its arms) I am THE weed goddess, fuck you very much. And I'm tired of being treated like an old toy you play with a few times and then throw away. If you aren't gonna recognize all the hard work I do maintaining an, and let me emphasize here, entire planet's worth of stoners, then you don't get to be stoners anymore. Understand that you little ungrateful asshole kleptomaniac piece of shit. You know what you're doing is illegal, right? It's blatant intellectual theft. Hadid: I didn't know, fuck, I didn't know. I'm sorry Reefer. I love you. SCP-7168-A: Oh my god, do you really think you can make up for this with sex? Hadid: What? SCP-7168-A: …What? Hadid: Huh? SCP-7168-A: You mean you didn't do all of this to try and fuck me? Hadid: No, what? I just wanted to get high— I mean, the world is in ruin now because of the drug problem. It's been weeks, Reefer. Weeeks. Kingpins are going apeshit, as are their customers. There's a revolt going on in France, again! The Canadian weed market has crashed and they're in economic ruin! Riots, looting, society is breaking down on a macroscopic level and on top of it all I'm about to be head of the S.T.O.N.E.R. Division at my job, and I cannot do that sober. SCP-7168-A: Oh. Sorry. Actually, no I'm not. Fuck your job, fuck your species. That all sounds like a personal problem. Why should I go out of my way to help you when no one has done anything for me? How much longer do I have to stick my neck out for absolutely nothing in return? Hadid: You want… you want to get paid? I can pay. I'd love nothing more than to pay you for your services. SCP-7168-A: No you smooth-brained jackass, I don't want to get paid. Also, gross. Can't you read subtext? Hadid: I'm a little out of it. SCP-7168-A: I just want to be loved again. People have forgotten that I even exist. You just smoke and eat hot chips and lie. There's no ritual behind it anymore. Israelites used to burn ganja thousands of years ago during ritualistic worship at their temples to commune with me. The Mayans used to smoke every third moon to maintain a relationship with me. The Rastafarians once revered me, and Ronald Reagan once feared me. I mattered. Hadid: That's incredible. You're incredible. You matter to me. SCP-7168-A: Do you know how many people have done exactly what you're doing now? Assuming my form and tripping hella balls? You aren't the first, but you'll probably be the last. Hadid: But whhhyyy? SCP-7168-A: Because. Hadid: 'cause? SCP-7168-A: Because I'm tired of the bullshit. SCP-7168-A sits cross legged, facing away from Researcher Hadid. Hadid: Reefer, don't be mad. Please. I just want to help. SCP-7168-A: Do you really want to help or do you just want to get high again? Hadid: Can't it be both? SCP-7168-A: You're unbelievable! Hadid: (Holding up hands) Woah, okay. Okay. I'm just, give me a sec to sober up a little. Silence for several seconds. Hadid: Look, Reefer. I can't apologize for what everyone before me has done, or how people in the past have treated you. You're the weed goddess, and you should be treated like a goddess. I love what you've done, and I really, really appreciate the thankless work you do behind the scenes. Can you please let people get high again without resorting to this extreme? SCP-7168-A: Is that sarcasm? Hadid: I am stoned out of my mind. SCP-7168-A: (She sighs) I guess not. Okay, look, whoever you are, I'll give my gifts back on the condition that you let me do a little "retconning". Your intellectual theft has given me a genius idea, and I'm hoping whatever powers that be down in your plane of existence will help me out. Hadid: (Retching) Anything for you, Reefer, I love you. SCP-7168-A: Don't make it weird, dude. <End Log> Researcher Hadid vomited following the conclusion of the log, and the expected effects of marijuana began to remanifest across the continental United States. SCP-7168 is pending "Explained" classification at the time of writing. An additional property of non-anomalous marijuana strains has manifested following Researcher Hadid's interaction with SCP-7168-A. Individuals who ingest or inhale non-anomalous marijuana will invariably worship a deity of unknown religion known as "Reefer". Observed worshiping rituals have so far included the additional consumption of marijuana followed by praise to the aforementioned deity for their service. This behavior can be attributed to the perception-altering effects of marijuana. That explanation has already been accepted by the civilian population, and due to this phenomenon posing no risk to breaking the Veil of Secrecy, SCP classification has been deemed unnecessary. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7168" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7168. Licensed under CC-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: weed.png Name: Megajuana.png Author: Marceline_Raynes License: CC0 BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A Derivative of: N/A Additional Notes: Made in Blender by Marceline Diablo Raynes for this project Footnotes 1. Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) s the principal psychoactive constituent of cannabis, found in over 100 cannabinoids across the globe. 2. Several Trusted Operatives Necessarily Experimenting with Reefers Division, a department within the Foundation that specializes in researching anomalous drugs. |
SCP-7169 | safe | By Marceline D. Raynes Item #: SCP-7169 Special Containment Procedures: Discoveries regarding SCP-7169 within the civilian scientific community are to be censored. SCP-7169's Tinder profile has been expunged. A Foundation-made webcrawler has been discreetly implemented into the site's source code to screen for any future communication attempts by the anomaly. SCP-7169, as observed from Space Force 3 Description: SCP-7169 is a sapient, terrestrial exoplanet orbiting the star Alkaid within the Ursa Major constellation. The anomaly is roughly 12,000 kilometers in diameter with an approximate mass of 4.868 × 1024 kg, and orbits its star at a rate of approximately 47,000 km/hr. Although SCP-7169 does not possess any evidence of advanced civilization on its surface1, the anomaly is capable of instantaneous communication with Earth via the Internet, which it has so far used exclusively to engage with the online dating service, Tinder. Barring one incident, SCP-7169's activity on Tinder has been unsuccessful in finding suitable partners. Attempted Communication Terrance Cassidy, a Foundation janitor, discovered SCP-7169 while attempting to find a suitable partner during his off hours. Cassidy was reprimanded for his delay in reporting his discovery to Foundation researchers and was promptly fired. Sexy hot planet gf cool pics, make those youself? You could say that ;] like? yeah theyre cool as shit! man, gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous howd you do it? hehe, thanks idk, really. couuple billion years as a hot could of gas lots of time as that gas getting hotter and turning into an iron core, little more time waiting for asteroids and other space rocks to crash into each other. Simple stuff, really wow ur really into this roleplay stuff, huh? You have no idea babe ;] so waht are you into? o, you know, looking at cool rock formations, feeling the sun on my back dodging sketchy asteroids, vibing mostly no i mean like, sex stuff. thats why youre here right? i mean, isnt that what people download the app for? OH! You shoulda been more specific, hun. imreally into orbits Orbits? Yeah. Ooooorbits. Kinda freaky, I know I hope you don't find that weird. nah i dont judge ive never heard of someone with an orbit kink before? I really like it when a moon gets all down and dirty with my gravity. That tug and pull on my oceans just gets a planetoid's core molten, ya know? stuff like that makes my core quiver. shit girl im down withh taht good, its been so long since ive been with anyone there aren't that many planetoids in travelling distance from me but_ I can literally see you from here. damn i can see your fine atmosphere from here Oh yeah, talk dirty to me. Tell me what you're gonna do to me. Girl im gonna orbit you so hard that youre oceans are gonna make tidal waves Oooooh fuck yes im about to rock your world with planetary collision Fuck ysss give it to me. float around up in my nasty gravity collide with my surface imma slide all my terrain on your surface and make you erupt all over my face ogod, im gon n ablow Yeah, erupt for me girl mmmy tec tonic plat es… my pla tes r spew that hot magma all over my crust thers magma ans oot all seeping deep into my crust why dont you get down in my mantle and… magnetize it ;] damn girl, thats fire. imma get all up in thta mantle and service you mmm yes you massive pit of gravity wanna meet up? i can zap you to me if thats easier wouldnt want your star feeling any type of way dont know wht that means but im into it gimme a few cycles. stay sexy ;) Three weeks after the conclusion of this exchange, Terrance Cassidy spontaneously dissappeared from his residence during a momentary lapse in Foundation surveillance2. A number of contraceptives were found in dissarray within the residence, all severely burned. A large hole in the ceiling of Cassidy's home was present, although the cause of the structural damage is unclear. Since this incident, SCP-7169 and Terrance Cassidy have deleted their Tinder profiles. The anomaly has thus far not attempted to re-establish its connection to the site, or any other web address on the Internet. All attempted communications with the anomaly have been met with a single phrase response, detailed below: Happily engaged. Kindly fuck off my DMs Investigations into Terrance Cassidy's whereabouts are on-going. Footnotes 1. Only naturally formed structures can be observed, such as mountains, valleys, and rivers. 2. The Foundation amnestizes all employees upon the termination of their service, in the event of memory relapse. Should this occur, they will be re-amnestizised. This event occured during a temporary, short term blackout that resulted in the malfunction of the security cameras stationed outside the residence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7169" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7169. Licensed under CC-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-xxxx Name: plant Author: Marceline_Raynes License: CC0 BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Additional Notes: Original Work by Marceline D. Raynes of the SCP Wiki |
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Item#: SCP-7170 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Entrance into Site-400's DPI-∄ (late-stage construction) Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's Site Director, SCP-7170 has been granted permission to continue her long-term employment with the Foundation. However, she is to report and log any sort of occurrences where she prevented her death. By order of the Ethics Committee, proposals detailing the utilization of SCP-7170 as an "early warning system" are to be summarily denied, due to concerns of permanently affecting her workplace productivity and overall morale. Description: SCP-7170 is the designation given to Senior Technician Na'meen Delholm, Deputy Head of the Department of Tartarean and Demonological Research. SCP-7170 is a Caucasian human adult female of British-Thai descent, 176 centimeters in height with blue eyes and long brown hair. Whenever SCP-7170 expires through any known means, her current consciousness (specifically her current knowledge, memories, and experiences) will temporally travel backward in time, approximately 30 seconds prior to the actual time of her demise. Due to this, SCP-7170 would have around 30 seconds of an opening to prevent her own death by any method necessary, as technically, SCP-7170 has already foreseen and ultimately anticipated it. On account of that, this "ability" would make SCP-7170 functionally clairvoyant of her death. Addendum 7170-1, Notable Reported Occurrences: The following is a partial log of prevented deaths, primarily composed of reports made by SCP-7170 herself. Date & Time Event Description Prevention Method Notes 02/01/2018 (11:40 PM) While in the cafeteria, SCP-7170 accidentally slipped and fell on a banana peel, resulting in her hitting her head on a metal disposal bin and dying from breaking her neck at the base of the skull. After "reviving", SCP-7170 merely avoided the banana peel and subsequently berated Janitor Finley North for neglecting to clean the cafeteria during their shift. N/A 26/09/2018 (9:19 AM) When attempting to restore power to an electrical box unit located in her own office, SCP-7170 was subsequently electrocuted by a faulty wire and died of cardiac dysrhythmia. After "reviving", SCP-7170 quickly moved away from the electrical unit and instead requested personnel from the Maintenance Section to properly repair it. The electrical unit was eventually restored power without incident. 09/07/2019 (3:08 AM) An explosive planted by a Chaos Insurgent mole1 detonated in the Demonics Research Lab, resulting in multiple Foundation personnel and SCP-7170 dying due to fallen debris. According to SCP-7170, this event also caused the release of several hostile Tartarean entities, which quickly enveloped the entirety of the Research Lab. After "reviving" the second time, SCP-7170 was able to place the Research Lab under emergency lockdown and single-handedly activate the on-site AESR2, successfully recontaining all of the loosed Tarterean entities. It was discovered that during the endeavor, SCP-7170 suffered multiple deep lacerations on her arms and torso, possibly from Tartarean entities attempting to stop her. She was promptly sent to the Health and Pathology Infirmary for treatment. 13/07/2021 (4:56 AM) See Addendum 7170-2 Unknown. N/A Addendum 7170-2, Incident Log: On the 13th of July, 2021, while spearheading the development of Site-400's newly constructed Demonic Purification Installation (DPI-∄), SCP-7170 accidentally tripped upon a haphazardly placed wire cable and fell into the lower levels of the facility. The fractured corpse of SCP-7170 was recovered deep on the flooring of DPI-∄. An investigation on how SCP-7170 could've expired via this particular method eventually lead to the measuring of the height between where SCP-7170 initially fell and the flooring where she landed, which was determined to be approximately six kilometers in depth. This makes the time to fall between the two points to be around 35 seconds. SCP-7170's personal notebook (which, along with a dull 2B graphite pencil, was present on the individual's persons during the time of her death) was able to be recovered. On the final page of the book, a hastily written note was visible. The note reads: SCP-7170 has been reclassified to Neutralized. The possibility of SCP-7170 ever returning is currently uncertain improbable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7170" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7170. Licensed under CC-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: entrance.png Name: Itaipu Décembre 2007 - Intérieur du barrage.jpg Author: Martin St-Amant License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Discovered to be [CLASSFIED DATA REMOVED]. 2. Akiva-Emissive Sacramental Reactor. |
SCP-7171 | keter | SCP-7171 — Skywatching Co-authored by Sirslash47, Nyelo and Abrethe does not match any existing user name. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} DATE: 20/04/2034 INTERVIEWER: Agt. Jacob Kyuller; MTF Alpha-1 ("The Red Right Hand") INTERVIEWEE: Dr. Maurice Arkand [BEGIN LOG] Agt. Kyuller: (Clears throat.) Please, state your name, rank, age, and assignment for this record. Dr. Arkand: My name is Maurice Arkand. Level 4 researcher at the Department of Para-Astronomy. I'm 45 and I'm assigned… (Short silence.) Agt. Kyuller: Pardon? Dr. Arkand: I'm- I'm assigned to the SCP-7171 research project. Or at least was. Agt. Kyuller: Alright. Mind if I have you give me your… (Doctor Arkand pulls his ID card out of his jacket's pocket, and hands it over to Agent Kyuller.) Agt. Kyuller: Thanks. That should be good. (Agt. Kyuller slides the card back.) Agt. Kyuller: How did you end up here? Shouldn't you be at 47 or FR-06-3 right now? Dr. Arkand: The O5s were pretty damn paranoid about some holes in the story being left uncovered. It was… A very, very long tragedy. But I don't blame anybody. We al- Agt. Kyuller: That doesn't answer my question at all. (Long silence.) Dr. Arkand: As I said, the O5s didn't want to leave holes uncovered. They thought I knew more about this than what they did. Agt. Kyuller: So they sent you here, right? Dr. Arkand: Yes. Pretty much. (Silence. Kyuller pulls an HT out of his jacket and presses a button.) Agt. Kyuller: Verified. You can let him in. (Yet another long silence. As soon as a man in a brown jacket enters the room, Kyuller leaves.) O5-4: Good evening, Mr. Arkand. It's quite a beautiful day outside, I see. Dr. Arkand: I- Yes, sir. It's… A beautiful day outside, between 4 concrete walls and the moon soil. O5-4: (Chuckles.) My father would've loved to hear that if he was here. Dr. Arkand: My father would've loved to hear that as well. O5-4: Would've loved to meet him. How long have you been assigned to the 7171 project, Maurice? Dr. Arkand: Uh… Approximately 11 years. O5-4: Good, good. Quite some time, I see. Do you have the original SCP-7171 files by any chance? Dr. Arkand: … No. 47 was in ruins by the time I arrived at Area-03. A lot of things were buried among the tons of concrete. Even our personnel. Everything… It was buried there. Very unfortunate. O5-4: It's alright. I don't think much was changed in the backup. (O5-4 pulls out a clipboard containing a printed version of the SCP-7171 revisions.) O5-4: We've got a lot to talk about today, Mr. Arkand. [STOP LOG] BY ORDER OF LUNAR SITE-32'S DEPARTMENT OF PARA-ASTRONOMY The following files have been archived. Unauthorized access is forbidden. SCP-7171 CLASSIFIED BY THE DoPA: SCP-7171 CODENAME: "Proxima Boreas" 4/7171 LEVEL 4/7171 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7171 Pending Fig 1.1 — Photograph of Pluto, which is believed to be located within SCP-7171's perimeter of effect. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As SCP-7171's principal zone of effect is mostly unexplored as of the time of writing, all containment efforts are to be centered around the exploration and research of SCP-7171's properties. As of November 26th, 2023, AIC-1829 ("Binary Star") is to be in charge of carrying out any SCP-7171-related research via Site-47's observatory until a planetary flyby can be organized and performed. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7171 is a probabilistic phenomenon that affects an indeterminate region of space, currently believed to be located between the Kuiper Belt and the Jupiter Trojans. It is known that SCP-7171 prevents the occurrence of events considered 'common' or 'frequent' within its range of effect, though the limits of this range are unknown to the Foundation. Due to the scarce amount of information regarding SCP-7171 and its characteristics, the full extent and nature of the phenomenon are currently unknown. Fig 1.2 — Picture of Site-47's observatory. DISCOVERY: SCP-7171 was discovered during the investigation of a sudden decline in collision rates within the Kuiper Belt. During a year-long observation of the Sol System in August 2023, Foundation AIC Binary Star determined that this anomaly was caused by an unknown force of phenomenal or intangible origin. This phenomenon later gained the Department of Para-Astronomy's interest, which subsequently led to an in-depth investigation into SCP-7171. During the initial stages of the investigation, the assigned research team discovered that SCP-7171 was not only affecting a specific area of the Kuiper Belt, but the Sol System's gas giants and their moons as well. Two weeks later, one of the team's researchers, Dr. Maurice Arkand, determined that no natural disasters were detected within Mimas, one of Saturn's moons, over the past year despite the dense amount of objects within its vicinity. This resulted in the theory that SCP-7171 was a probabilistic disruption,1 though recent and temporary. Because of this, the SCP-7171 research team conducted a meeting to discuss the possibility of an exploration of SCP-7171's area of effect. After reaching a consensus, the team agreed to submit a proposal to the O5 Council. For more information, please see the log below. PROJECT PROPOSAL: 18/11/2023 Following said meeting, Dr. Maurice Arkand proceeded to draft a project proposal and send the draft to the O5 Council. The following is said proposal and the results of its voting process. Due to this document's clearance, the discussion meeting has been restricted. PROJECT PROPOSAL: FORTUNA-ASTREA Dr. Maurice S. Arkand Project Overview: Project FORTUNA-ASTREA seeks to better understand the nature of SCP-7171. Following 7171's discovery, it has become clear to us that we know less about our home than we think, and now we need to know. Should this proposal pass, the Foundation's Department of Anomalous Manufacturing will collaborate with the Department of Para-Astronomy to manufacture several Hestia testing probes designed to thoroughly analyze its environment. This will include: Spectrography tools for thaumaturgy and Hume readings, A small, remote database fitted to contain our primary space exploration AIC, Binary Star, Several antennas, among other recording instruments. Leaving that aside, the probes will contain more fuel, advanced Foundation technology, several instances of SCP-█████, and more batteries than usual to reach its objective faster, estimating between 5 to 7 years if SCP-7171's properties affect the probes. During the first stages of exploration, only one (1) probe will provide initial observations. As soon as the first probe reaches Jupiter's orbit, a second Hestia probe will be deployed from Lunar Site-32, this time destined to Kuiper's Belt for further analysis. Additional Notes: The SCP-7171 file has been attached below. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS: APPROVED For further information on the progress and results of Project FORTUNA-ASTREA, please see the following addendum. [CONTINUE LOG] O5-4: The first time my colleagues saw some of your team's research, we were fascinated, Mr. Arkand. It definitely was progress for us, or at least most of us. We were not as experienced in space-related fields, but it was a big deal to most. What was your first thought or sentiment when you found out about this, Maurice? Was it the need to explore the deepest zones of our System to experiment with something past beyond our understanding? Or was it something else? Dr. Arkand: … It's a long story. O5-4: Yes. Yes, I know. But that's not what I'm asking you to speak up about. Dr. Arkand: Well… (Silence.) Dr. Arkand: The research project was formed by dozens of personnel, if not hundreds. (More silence.) Dr. Arkand: (Sighs.) Back in the day, most of our research projects were interdisciplinary. Some of these people were engineers, others were astrophysicists, others… (Dr. Arkand pulls a photograph out of his coat. It is showcasing a 'selfie' taken by him and two other co-workers, Albert Lacroix and Maya Dawson.) Dr. Arkand: You get what I mean? O5-4: Of course. Keep going. Dr. Arkand: In this case, it wasn't my idea. It came from many people. But that wasn't important to the record. I was the project head and… Well, I had to submit it myself. O5-4: I see, I see. Dr. Arkand: And if you're wondering, I initially was against it. But sometimes we do things for the better. I just thought it was worth a shot, after all. O5-4: And were you expecting any of this to happen once the proposal was accepted? Dr. Arkand: If you want me to be honest… (Dr. Arkand laughs.) Dr. Arkand: No. Knowing the circumstances, not really. We just focused on exploration, and that's about it. We weren't expecting any of this. We were thriving at first. Just- just watch the log fragments and… Let that speak for itself, sir. O5-4: Mhm. [STOP LOG] PROJECT: FORTUNA-ASTREA. Following the approval of Project FORTUNA-ASTREA, a pair of instances of the Hestia probe were launched to Lunar Site-32 for refueling and proper equipping. The following log details the explorations, as carried out by both probes. «HESTIA PROBE Nº 1-FA» 30/11/2023 OBSERVATION: Probe successfully maneuvered near Lunar Site-32 for refueling, before proceeding as planned further into the Solar System. A newly assigned orbit around Neptune was confirmed by personnel. 11/12/2023 OBSERVATION: Probe reported that Mercury, in the distance, could be seen being engulfed by a solar flare. Despite this, a separate exploration probe assigned to monitor the Sun reported that the solar flare occurred in the vicinity of the planet, though not making contact. 17/02/2024 OBSERVATION: The probe traveled nearby Phobos, Mars's moon. Approximately 20 small-sized asteroids could be seen entering its vicinity; however, they all appeared to fall towards the Stickney crater. While the chances of asteroids falling on Stickney are not impossible, it is unlikely due to the small size of Phobos. 09/03/2024 OBSERVATION: Probe entered the Asteroid Belt. Most asteroids within Ceres's vicinity failed to fall within the dwarf planet, instead taking a different path. Along with this, a small path between asteroids opened up for the Hestia probe. 15/10/2024 OBSERVATION: A wave of dust obstructed sensors and visual equipment as the probe approached Jupiter. The source of the interfering dust was not found. It is presumed to have originated from Jupiter's moons or Jupiter itself. Fuel may run out faster than expected due to multiple adjustments of trajectory. 21/10/2024 OBSERVATION: A massive dust storm could be seen on the Great Red Spot. There is no explanation as to why this happened. After 72 hours, the probe was finally able to advance past Jupiter's orbit. The dust storm appears to have stopped. 19/09/2025 OBSERVATION: The Hestia probe passed nearby Saturn's surface. Despite the dense amount of objects, almost none of them seem to exit the rings. After passing Saturn's last ring, no similar problems were encountered. On the contrary, the lenses were able to send high-quality imagery as if they were never obscured in the first place. The time it took to receive said imagery was inferior than calculated despite not being able to update the software on the probe. 14/04/2027 OBSERVATION: The probe seemed to perfectly pass incoming debris without additional changes in trajectory despite flying through multiple rings of Uranus in a straight line. Cosmic interference was also found to be nigh and/or non-existent ever since 16/04/2027. 26/04/2027 OBSERVATION: Full 3D renders, videos and imagery continued to improve in quality despite not being built to take graphics of the new quality. Sending times had been improved again, but the cause could not be determined. 03/05/2027 OBSERVATION: The probe entered a hibernation state, then pierced through the atmosphere of Uranus and shortened its course to Neptune by a significant amount of time. During this event, the heat on the front and left sides of the probe did not cause damage to exposed sensors that weren't withdrawn. Moreover, the normal trajectory is still being followed even though calculations expected the fuel to run out more than 5 weeks ago. Monitoring will continue until the probe defects or reaches its destination, after which it will be decommissioned and respectively abandoned. 06/12/2028 OBSERVATION: The probe successfully maneuvered towards Neptune's orbit. For the following 4 weeks, the Hestia probe proceeded to observe Neptune's surroundings. However, no discoveries were made. As such, all transmissions were ceased, and Hestia Nº 1-FA was decommissioned respectively. All transmissions now switch to Hestia Nº 2-FA, which is currently en route to the Kuiper Belt. «HESTIA PROBE Nº 2-FA» 02/08/2025 OBSERVATION: As soon as the probe traveled past Jupiter, it entered a hibernation state. Prior to this event, it was unable to record anything different than that recorded by Hestia Nº 1-FA. 15/03/2029 OBSERVATION: Probe exited hibernation while moving through Neptune's orbit. Arrival to the Kuiper Belt is expected in the next 1 to 3 months if SCP-█████ is activated temporarily. 19/05/2029 OBSERVATION: SCP-█████ is activated. After 2 months, the probe was able to reach the Kuiper Belt. 23/05/2029 OBSERVATION: A compressed, closed group of asteroids could be seen for the first time. The distance between the group and the probe is unknown. After a consensus vote, the Department of Para-Astronomy assigned the probe a new route via SCP-█████. 01/06/2029 OBSERVATION: The Hestia probe begins nearing the group of asteroids. Upon visualization, it was revealed that, unlike others, these asteroids were in pristine condition. The chances of finding a group of asteroids as compressed and smooth as this are very low, cementing Dr. Maya Dawson's statement during her last meeting with Dr. Arkand and Dr. Lacroix. At the center of the asteroid group, a binary contact could be seen. Both of its asteroids were in a perfect state and do not seem to have any physical or orbital discrepancies. It is believed that this is the epicenter of the SCP-7171 effect, or the object emitting SCP-7171. Project FORTUNA-ASTREA has been deemed a success. An investigation into SCP-7171's nature has been initiated by the order of Dr. Maurice Arkand. [CONTINUE LOG] O5-4: I suspect something was going on during the explor- Dr. Arkand: Oh, definitely! It was a very long journey. Around 4 years, I think. O5-4: I see. And why did you only add these fragments to the file? There could've been many more wonders for us to contemplate, Mr. Arkand. Who doesn't love skywatching? Dr. Arkand: Sir, I hope you understand that this is a research project. We don't observe because we just want to. We observe to understand our home better. O5-4: Alright, alright. I see your point. And… What happened afterwards? We don't get to see the results of the project. It just stops there. Dr. Arkand: I was expecting you'd see the elephant in the room, honestly. I- O5-4: It's not only me. It's also my colleagues, your former mates, and other department personnel. We never got to know, and that's why you're here. (Silence.) Dr. Arkand: I see. Well, let me explain. Judging by how logic works, if the Asteroid Belt is estimated to contain between a million and roughly two million asteroids, then the Kuiper Belt is estimated to contain 20 times more asteroids than th- O5-4: Yes, yes. No need to tell. Now, if you don't mind, can you get to the point? Dr. Arkand: Mhm. So, a ton of these objects impact occasionally. It's terrifying to know how many asteroids impact with each other because of sheer bad luck. (Silence.) Dr. Arkand: And that- Well, that's the case here. An asteroid impact, that's why everybody's either trying to get their way out of the rubble or wandering across the afterlife. A goddamn asteroid impact is why millions, or even billions, of people are either dead or stepping outside the doors of hell. (Arkand drops silent.) Dr. Arkand: …Or heaven. It's so fucking disturbing to think about it. [STOP LOG] UPDATE 08/06/2029: Head Researcher Arkand, new contents waiting to be uploaded to this file. Do you want to open them? Footnotes 1. Tychehazardous anomalies are objects capable of disrupting probability to an extent. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7171" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7171. Licensed under CC-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-7172 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is currently being maintained for archival purposes, given its role in the discovery of additional anomalous activity surrounding the FIRST community. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 7172 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo . Special Containment Procedures: Exactly one Delrin 150 protective casing inscribed with SCP-7172 is to be kept in a standard safe class containment chamber in Site-73. All other known copies containing the anomaly have been destroyed, via standard incineration protocols. In its initial usage, SCP-7172 has been replaced with a non anomalous version. A cover story, stating that the change ocurred in order to modernize the team’s image, has been issued. Description: SCP-7172 is the former logo used by the FTC1 team ‘Technical Difficulties’. It depicts an illustration of a unicorn attempting to repair an unidentified mechanical instrument, while the team name and registration number are clearly visible underneath. SCP-7172-1 represents a thaumaturgic rune imbued within the illustration. Its effect is a mild reality elevation of conceptual structures within close proximity. Coupled with the additional design choices of the anomaly, mainly the name chosen by the team, this effect manifests itself by causing minimal damage to electronics within close proximity to high concentrations of SCP-7172. Addendum 7172.1: Discovery The anomalous properties of the item were discovered by Agent D█████ at the North Texas Regional Championship. After hearing chatter regarding possible anomalous activity, and confirming the veracity of said claims by witnessing several instances of low probability events occuring in the proximity of SCP-7172 within a short time frame, Agent D█████ contacted the Foundation through a secured phone network, requesting an official investigation. Addendum 7172.2: Recovery and Interview Log Following Agent D█████’s request for an investigation, and subsequent proof of anomalous behaviour, a containment team was sent to retrieve all instances of SCP-7172, and it did so without incident. All members of the robotics team were interviewed in order to obtain information about the creation and spread of the anomaly, but were amnesticized and released when it became obvious that they were unaware of any unusual behaviour. Below is attached an interview that was conducted with Agent D█████, following succesful containment of the anomaly: Interviewed: Agent D█████, lead investigator on SCP-7172 project Interviewer: Doctor Sebastian C████, lead researcher on SCP-7172 project Foreword: Official debrief by agent D█████, regarding probe into SCP-7172 origins. <Begin Log> Dr. C████: Good evening agent, as I understand it, you have concluded your investigation? Agent D█████: Yeah, pretty much an open and shut case. Dr. C████: How so? Agent D█████: Soon after we knew it was anomalous, we looked into the founders, and according to our files, back in 20██, one of them was caught in a raid on a Texas occult gentlemen's club. Nothing too dangerous, so they just amnesticized and released him. Too late to question him now, unfortunately, but the timeline tracks: he joined this club, shortly after starts a robotics team and puts his limited skill to use to give them an advantage, then gets raided and forgets all about it. Dr. C████: In that case, I suppose you have nothing else to add. Agent D█████: Actually, I do, because I'm going send in a application for an official inquiry into this FTC program. Dr. C████: What do you mean? Agent D█████: You see, when I was looking into proof that this was anomalous, I walked around the competition with a Bonny2 and it kept buzzing off. Nothing serious, maybe a deciHume or two, so I ignored it at the time, but looking back, it must've been over a dozen minor reality altering events, all under the same roof. Dr. C████: Oh. Oh. Agent D█████: yeah. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, Agent D█████ formally requests access to additional resources in order to better study the ties between the FIRST program and the anomalous world. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:FIRST investigation To: Agent D█████ From: Christopher Taeke, Director, Site 73 Subject: FIRST investigation You have your funding, and I'm assigning some extra agents under your command. I understand you worked well with Sebastian, so I'm also assigning him as your research lead for the entire project. Good luck, kid. Footnotes 1. First Tech Challenge, a robotics competition for high schoolers, organized by the FIRST program 2. Bonfield-Carizza mobile Hume detector ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7172" by Dr Wilder , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7172. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-7173 Level2 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: endeminis Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo 5m x 5m x 5m containment chamber. Archived Containment Procedures (1 of 2): SCP-7173 instances must not be employed for the containment of SCP objects. SCP objects contained within SCP-7173 instances in contravention of this directive must be subjected to increased security scrutiny, and all related documentation must undergo thorough review. Archived Containment Procedures (2 of 2): All Foundation staff must review internal training materials 7173-I2.Guide for Newcomers. and 7173-I5.How to Write an SCP Database File. and pass the associated examinations before engaging in containment-related activities. Special Containment Procedures: The Records and Information Security Administration is recording and categorizing all suspected instances of SCP-7173. A full schedule is available on request. Regular O5-sanctioned audits are being conducted at all facilities to identify new instances, which will be addressed on a case-by-case basis. Archived Description (1 of 2): SCP-7173 is a 5m x 5m x 5m containment chamber constructed from reinforced steel and concrete, with two guards posted at the door..Much less commonly, instances have been recorded with smaller cubical dimensions or shorter ceiling heights. SCP-7173 instances have been constructed and staffed at various Foundation facilities since at least 2008 independent of need or practicality, without written authorization and in contravention of established containment protocol..Said protocol dictates far less liberal use of space, resources and manpower. This style of construction was the hallmark of Dr. Bartholomew Hughes, addressing the specific containment needs of the Antimemetics Division and never meant for adoption by the wider Foundation. Dr. Hughes never internally published his design specifications, and his own existence is passively antimemetic for unknown reasons (likely related to the duties he performs/performed), and it is therefore unclear how they have been disseminated globally to personnel unaware of his work. When questioned, affected staff express confusion and false memories relating to the appropriateness of SCP-7173 and its importance to the Foundation's overall containment effort. Database files associated with SCP objects quartered in SCP-7173 fail document review nine times out of ten. Though containment protocol forbids the use of SCP-7173 instances, staff continue to use them regardless. Archived Description (2 of 2): SCP-7173 is a constellation of impractical containment practices adopted simultaneously at Foundation facilities around the globe with no apparent trigger, against official policy and absent compelling justification. Instances include: construction of unnecessarily large containment chambers with precise dimensions, typically cubical, always specified in advance; requiring O5 Council permission for experimentation on low-priority SCP objects; allowing humanoid SCP objects to access staff amenities such as libraries or cafeteria; incorporating SCP-148 ("telekill" alloy) into containment chamber construction despite well-documented health and safety risks; allowing researchers to access SCP objects for personal use, or 'contain' them in their quarters or office space; issuing official warnings against inappropriate behaviour involving SCP objects already clearly prohibited by the Universal Code of Conduct; engaging in personal relationships with SCP objects, up to and including romance; resisting or insisting on the decommissioning of SCP objects when the opposite course of action is clearly indicated. A strong correlation has been found between SCP-7173 instances and inadequate containment procedures, typically resulting in associated database files failing document review. Description: SCP-7173 is a phenomenon wherein established and documented Foundation procedure is subverted by the addition of foreign elements of unknown provenance, with a rapid simultaneous adoption rate worldwide. After intensive statistical analysis, instances have been correlated to one of two outcomes: increasing the likelihood of SCP database files being found inadequate, or far less often, contributing to increased organizational efficiency. New personnel are at heightened risk of adopting problematic and/or discredited instances, whereas veteran personnel are more likely to adopt instances associated with continued success, though this correlation is not 1:1. Instances producing unfavourable results gradually fall out of general use, though new personnel continue to be at risk with no obvious effectual decay. In every case affected individuals claim to 'remember' that their behaviour is correct, but cannot back up these memories with concrete evidence when pressed. The present theory, as proposed by Dr. Bradley Fellows of Site-232, is that SCP-7173 represents some irreducible and spontaneous form of collective institutional memory suffusing the SCP Foundation as a result of its long-term anomalous operations. The earliest identified occurrences of this anomaly were impractical containment chambers and procedures discovered at various Foundation facilities. It is now known that the phenomenon covers a vast range of behaviours and beliefs, none of which can be properly reconciled with established best practices or explained away as isolated incidents. A brief digest of examples still presently uncategorized follows. Uncategorized instances remaining in common circulation include: use of unlikely personal pseudonyms among staff (i.e. Dr. Gears, Dr. Stuff, Dr. Trebuchet, etc.) use of Kabbalah-derived terminology for object classes (i.e. Keter, Thaumiel, Da'aS Elyon, etc.) belief in the existence of an absent organizational founder entitled "The Administrator"; belief in the existence of a "proposal" system for the SCP-001 database file; fascination with obscure SCP objects, typically those contained at Site-19 or Site-17. Uncategorized instances falling out of favour include: use of nonstandard facility designations (i.e. "Site 19" vs. "Site-19," "site" vs. "Site," etc.) use of nonstandard terminology (i.e. "amnesiacs" vs. "amnestics") belief in the existence of a fourteenth Overseer; belief that senior personnel are immune from disciplinary consequences; fascination with cross-testing anomalies. Addendum 7173-1, Instance Portfolio: This collection of documents was compiled by Dr. Bradley Fellows of Site-232 to present his theory about SCP-7173's nature to the Classification Committee, resulting in the present iteration of this file. The following details the first instance of SCP-7173 recorded at (then Provisional) Site-232, within Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza in Ontario, Canada. INCIDENT REPORT: 232-7173-1 Date: October 10, 2021 Officer of Record: Rain Gallant, Captain MTF Lambda-232 ("Interference Pattern") Approx. 1630 hours: MTF Agents McManus and Gao came to the security office during operational hours, accompanied by a non-Foundation-affiliated Plaza Maintenance Technician, to report an altercation. Janitors [sic] closet, Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza. The Agents recounted that they had separately been patrolling the mall’s utility corridors, as they were assigned to do, at roughly 1430. They both reported having no memory of the following two hours, with normal memory resuming amid admonishment of the civilian Technician for attempting to access the containment cell they were set to guard, while he confusedly insisted that the cell was only a broom closet. Upon careful inspection, the Agents determined the Technician to be correct. I assured the Agents that their experience would be investigated by Foundation personnel. I dispatched the civilian to First Aid to request an amnestic. The broom closet in question was subsequently found to be precisely two cubic metres in volume. Discussion with First Aid personnel suggests that the civilian subject had become "defamiliarized" (or according to the Amnestics Technologist "re-unfamiliarized," though I am unaware of the distinction) with the necessary information imparted to him since his prior incident. I will suggest the Medical department look into finding a means of excluding the location of the First Aid Station and the pronunciation of the word "amnestic" from amnesticization in future. On a related note, I have already rejected four requests to store new SCP objects in this broom closet. Dr. Delacqua insists that it "just feels right," though she cannot justify this impression. I think perhaps I will need to have two conversations with Medical re: amnestics. — Dr. Bradley Fellows, Acting Director, Provisional Site-232 To: MTF Captain Rain Gallant From: Acting Director Bradley Fellows Date: 2021/10/11 Subject: Re: Incident Report 232-7173-1 follow up Captain Gallant, Investigation into this incident is ongoing but I wanted to take the time to assure you that we are taking the matter seriously, and inform you of any developments. Most notably, our contacts with the Mnemarchs of Lethaios, the obvious prime suspects, have asserted that they are in no way involved in our recent incidents of memory loss/false memories. I will continue to keep you apprised of any new information. — Dr. Fellows To: Acting Director Bradley Fellows From: MTF Captain Rain Gallant Date: 2021/10/11 Subject: Re: Re: Incident Report 232-7173-1 follow up Brad, Surely you aren’t going to take someone like that at their word? — Rain To: MTF Captain Rain Gallant From: Acting Director Bradley Fellows Date: 2021/10/11 Subject: Re: Re: Re: Incident Report 232-7173-1 follow up Capt. Gallant, Of course not, we fully intend to continue enhanced surveillance of their activities. Though I’m curious as to your phrasing: “someone like that”? — Dr. Fellows To: Acting Director Bradley Fellows From: MTF Captain Rain Gallant Date: 2021/10/11 Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Incident Report 232-7173-1 follow up Brad, they call themselves “Mnemarchs.” The following is an excerpt from an aside between Dr. Heather Delacqua and (then Acting Site Director) Dr. Fellows, cross-referencing archival documentation of an event of interest. TRANSCRIPT OCTOBER 11, 2021 Dr. Delacqua: Oh for Christ's sake. Dr. Fellows: What's wrong? Dr. Delacqua: These stupid… like… censor bars. Why do they do this? Dr. Fellows: Redactions? Yeah, that's just something they did in old documents. Turns up in new ones not infrequently. Dr. Delacqua: It's wildly inconsistent. Like this one here. [pointing at screen] They blacked out the province, but not the town. Are they just hoping I'll think there's more than one and be unsure? Dr. Fellows: I hear there's three Portlands. Dr. Delacqua: Hmph, both more and fewer. But Kapuskasing? Is there more than one Kapuskasing? How many Kapuskasings are there, Fellows? How many Kapuskasings?! Kapuskasing, Ontario. Dr. Fellows: It's pronounced Kapuskasing. Dr. Delacqua: I know it's pronounced Kapuskasing. I'm not a Yank. I'm accentuating the absurdity of it. Dr. Fellows: Does the absurdity need your help? Dr. Delacqua: And here! I can read the month, the year, but not the day? Is someone worried we're going to celebrate the anniversary of this mass, sudden-onset, terminal autocoprophagia event? Dr. Fellows: I guess, for whatever reason, they decided some of this information was sensitive? Dr. Delacqua: These aren't scans, they're online documents. Why redact? Why not just edit the information out? And these are prepared for Site Director level viewing, but the redactions are hardcoded, a higher clearance level won't allow the information to be viewed because it's gone, at least where this document is concerned. The only people who can know what's under the redactions are like… time travelers, the guy who did the redactions, and God. What's the point? Dr. Fellows: [shrugging] I guess I've just gotten used to it. If it's any consolation, it's not common practice anymore. Dr. Delacqua: Yes, but clearly [gesturing to screen] history haunts us. The following is an excerpt from an "open house" intranet relay chat conducted by Dr. Fellows to canvas for further potential SCP-7173 instances. C_Desruisseaux_232 (Chief Technician Chip Desruisseaux) has joined the discussion. C_Desruisseaux_232: You want to hear about bureaucratic lunacy, boss? B_Fellows_232: That's what I'm here for! C_Desruisseaux_232: Okay, how's this. Used to be we had four or five object classes, and we all knew what they meant. A Keter breached containment, that was bad. Then one day some archivist at 87 decides his uncontained anomaly needs its own special snowflake designation, and he calls it Archon. I asked him why he did that once. Wasn't any precedent. He tells me he has no idea, doesn't know where the idea came from, wishes he hadn't done it. I know for a fact the Apollyon guy's the same story. B_Fellows_232: Oh, this. C_Desruisseaux_232: Suddenly it's de rigeur, even though absolutely nothing in our doctrine justifies it. We've got a hundred of these damn things now, with unidentifiable non-indicative icons and names translated into Latin or Lithuanian or whatever the hell for absolutely no reason except occluding what they mean, when they mean anything at all. Nobody can justify a single one, and I'm stuck here trying to figure out whether I should be afraid that there's a Chokhmah loose in the facility or not. Somebody better be working on a cure. B_Fellows_232: But object classes have never indicated the danger of an object, or anything about how to recapture it when it escapes. They're an internal code for HMCL supervisors, who have to draw up and maintain the containment procedures and need some way to compare similar approaches at a glance. They couldn't do that when all they had was Safe, Euclid and Keter. C_Desruisseaux_232: No, I'm pretty sure they're about danger. B_Fellows_232: Well, every training manual you've been meant to read says different. If something breaches, you don't look at the object class at all. You either hide, because if it got away it's probably dangerous, or you read the conprocs if it's your job to fix the problem. A lot of "Safe" anomalies can end the world, right? You need to compare threat levels, you look at the risk and disruption classes. We might not be able to figure out precisely why we started doing it, but that's the rule. I wish I knew why people keep getting this wrong. Probably yet another case of the new anomaly. C_Desruisseaux_232: Hey man, don't work yourself into a rage state. B_Fellows_232: Sorry, a what? C_Desruisseaux_232: Nevermind. C_Desruisseaux_232: But you didn't cover my whole complaint. Why are the names and icons so opaque? There anything in the training manuals about that? B_Fellows_232: …no. Not as such. That's just… the way we've been doing things. C_Desruisseaux_232: Why? And since when? B_Fellows_232: I don't know. C_Desruisseaux_232: I rest my case. Bureaucratic lunacy. The following is an excerpt from a consultation between Dr. Fellows, Dr. Wiegand Anetzberger and Dr. Albrecht Wandernoth regarding SCP-7173. TRANSCRIPT OCTOBER 14, 2021 Dr. Anetzberger: Always my day is brightened to encounter new researchers on their first assignments. Stars in their eyes, the thrill of it all. Dr. Wandernoth: So excited to be starting! Dr. Anetzberger: Yes. Dr. Wandernoth: Most can be saved. Dr. Anetzberger: Most, when supervisory staff rise to the occasion. Most can learn this very complex profession with minimal harm to equipment or humans. But inevitable is one throughline, in every cohort: some avoid the aid we provide, forge ahead with initial credentials on ill-advised plans any veteran would urge them to abandon, and thereby achieve disaster. Dr. Fellows: Don't you need two experienced researchers to sign off on your containment procedures before you put them into practice? When you're new? Dr. Wandernoth: Again, this rumour. Dr. Anetzberger: Again. No. When a researcher is certified, research may begin. Dr. Wandernoth: Signing-off for mentoring program, producing best results. Not mandatory. Dr. Fellows: Ah. I didn't know that. I didn't have to get signatures for the mentoring program, because [inaudible]. Dr. Wandernoth: What? What? Dr. Fellows: I already knew a senior researcher, and he looked at all my early stuff. Dr. Anetzberger: Fortunate. Dr. Wandernoth: Most not so lucky. Most taught by experience. Dr. Anetzberger: Or not experience— Dr. Wandernoth: Yes yes, or extraneous factor intrudes. Experience of others, aerosolized, inexplicable. Unpredictable element of larger pattern? Dr. Anetzberger: A trained professional researcher takes their first assignment, rushes through, botches the job, we are forced to send in scrubbers when the dust settles. Prior knowledge, prudence, experience do not matter, they ape errors they never saw committed. Baffling. I have deleted many files, their subjects wasted, consigned to the archival dustbin, many times even the author gone, nothing learned from the mistakes. Dr. Wandernoth: Some live, learn. Dr. Anetzberger: Yes, Dr. Wandernoth, some live and learn. Cannot learn from mistakes never made. There is value in failure, but value also in not failing when failure is not inevitable. Dr. Fellows: Right… but that's not really what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm more interested in why it happens in the first place. We throw all that briefing material at people, make them pore over training manuals for skill-testing questions, and the folks we hire are the cream of the crop already… and yet they still somehow get this all-consuming idea they can read one or two files from twenty years ago, then go out there and be the next Dr. Clef. Why? Dr. Wandernoth: Alien conception from alien mental climate. Stronger than all warning notices in world. Infectious quality to creation of containment procedures— Dr. Anetzberger: —infectious, yes, but [raises voice] not alien. The human rush to create, the human capacity to fail. Gripped by a fever, either burned alive or left alive. Wastage or wisdom. A voice from the past— Dr. Wandernoth: Or present. Dr. Anetzberger: —or present, yes, speaks to us, and we listen. And sometimes we learn. Dr. Fellows: And sometimes we have to learn the same thing over and over again. Dr. Anetzberger: Yes, well. The new must always learn the old, so the old may learn the new. The following is a diary entry by Dr. Fellows, dated 17 October 2021. Consulted Azzopardi for a Chronometrics perspective tonight. Asked if 7173 could represent other timelines bleeding into ours. She said something like "are you asking me whether the things you will tomorrow remember having remembered today which never happened yesterday might have happened yesterday and be remembered being remembered tomorrow in a different today?" and I said "uh" and she said "or are you asking me whether there are other todays which will someday be tomorrows, and they're sending you their yesterdays today?" and I said "uh" and she said "because technically the timeplane is infinite so every tomorrow has already been today yesterday sometime, sure, I guess" and I said "okay, thanks." I think that was Azzopardi for "my job is not an excuse for you to throw up your hands and not do yours." The following is an excerpt from a preliminary interview conducted as part of Site-232's assumption of full Site status between Acting Site Director Dr. Fellows and an O5 Council-designated auditor identified as Dr. Blue. TRANSCRIPT 19 OCTOBER, 2021 Dr. Blue: [holding up instrument readouts on paper] Can you explain this to me, Dr. Fellows? Instrument readout. Dr. Fellows: God no, I barely know my times tables. I'm not that kind of scientist. Dr. Blue: What is your field of expertise? Dr. Fellows: Paraanthropology, with a minor in applied supralinguistic thaumatosemiotics. Dr. Blue: [scoffs] Not any kind of scientist. Dr. Fellows: Many would argue! That's why I prefer the word "scholar" myself, but the Foundation, like any sociocultural unit, has its traditions, its rituals. So I play the role. Dr. Blue: You're wearing a labcoat. Dr. Fellows: We are the priests in our temples, and these are our vestments! [gesturing to both men's coats] Dr. Blue: Scientists wear these because they are easy to keep clean and they readily show spills and contaminants. It's not a costume. Scientists wear labcoats for practical reasons. Dr. Fellows: Yes, but why do scholars wear them? [Silence on recording] Dr. Fellows: …so, you were asking about the readings? Dr. Blue: Hmm? Oh, [mumbling]. Dr. Fellows: Pardon me? Dr. Blue: It is weird though, isn't it? Dr. Fellows: What's that? Dr. Blue: I mean, having said it, I can't stop thinking about it. Sure, I came up as a scientist, but it's not as if I'm out here doing titrations. I'm an auditor, I'm basically an accountant who's been told to act scary. So why the white coat? It's weighing on me. Dr. Fellows: Like I said, we work in temples of science, we are frocked in its colours. Dr. Blue: But you don't find this odd? It doesn't shake you to realize that something that feels so foundational to your work that you don't even think about it is just… performative? To me it suddenly feels… alien. Dr. Fellows: I'm trained to be this way. Dr. Blue: Trained? Dr. Fellows: Yeah, look, those old-timey explorers, the forerunners of my field, they treated humans like animals— Dr. Blue: Aren't we? Dr. Fellows: Well, sure, but certainly strange ones, and anyways the real reason we treat animals that way is we can't do any better. We can't know how they see the world, what they believe, if they even believe anything. We can't talk to them. With other humans we can do better, but those guys? They missed so much by dismissing the people they studied as backwards, primitive. Dismissing their customs as superstitions. I mean, it's easy to think that that medicine man gathering birch bark, specifically birch bark, for a poultice, is just some sorcerer, until you learn where we first got aspirin from. [chuckling] Dr. Blue: What? Dr. Fellows: It makes me think of my mother. Dr. Blue: Your mother? Dr. Fellows: Yeah, she had to take HRT for early menopause, hysterectomy, you know. Anyways she got on the internet and figured out that the pills she was taking had been made from mare's urine. Horse piss. Or at least, that's how they were originally made, I don't remember, long time ago. Dr. Blue: That's unappealing. Dr. Fellows: She thought it was hilarious. Dr. Blue: What does this have to do with your training, though? Dr. Fellows: Oh, yeah, right. Well we realized that we were missing all of this important stuff, and we were constructing these really inaccurate sketches of entire cultures, and making bad assumptions, all because of this one, pesky, human universal: bias. So we had to find a way to remove that bias as much as possible. Dr. Blue: Surely that isn't something you can ever just… be rid of though, is it? Dr. Fellows: No. But we figured out an elegant and actually pretty obvious way to minimize it. Dr. Blue: Go on? Dr. Fellows: You buy in. You don't approach people's culture and beliefs like they're uninformed, or irrational. All of the magic, and the ritual, and the, for lack of a better word, the "superstition," it has to be real to you. Or you have to treat it like it's real anyways. Rationally, sure, this new baby looks the same as the one his mother lost last year because how different do babies ever really look anyways? But they tell you it's reincarnation, they tell you it's the same baby again, and if you want to have any hope of understanding these people with any more depth than moths pinned under glass, you'd better accept that that's the same baby again. Dr. Blue: So how does this explain the coats? Dr. Fellows: Man, I told you, we wear the coats to be in the tribe. That's how it works. The following is a diary entry by Dr. Fellows, dated 19 October 2021. I don't know if I'm overthinking this. I've just finished explaining to someone how cultural relativism works, and yet I'm looking at examples of our culture and wondering which are alien interventions in our reality and which are just convergent evolution or simultaneous invention. Our memories on the matter are unreliable, that much is certain. At least some of the time we're picking up seemingly random brainwaves from each other at the speed of light, across the globe — and that's not something even real light can do, I'm fairly sure. It doesn't make sense… but if everything that doesn't make sense is a symptom of 7173, then what distinguishes it from the overall catalogue of strangeness? In the end I think I'm deeply unsettled at having to admit that we, the caretakers of the anomalous, might be inherently anomalous ourselves. That, or the Foundation has a mind of its own — and it leaks. When the first instance occurred at 232, we blamed the Mnemarchs of Lethaios. A little unfair, but anyone with a name that overwrought ought to understand the power of nominative determinism. Then we checked out all the other local GoIs, and once we'd exhausted that exhaustingly exhaustive list, we started on the big fish. Put the GoI Research Group out of Site-55 on the case, checking into the Chaos Insurgency and Are We Cool Yet? and something with a German name the very mention of which made Wandernoth physically cover his ears and start humming a Kraftwerk song very loudly. And when that was all over with… we started actually examining ourselves. Why was that the order of operations? Why did we leap to external sabotage like a bunch of paranoiac lunatics? I ask myself this, and then I think… wait. When did I become so defensive of Groups of Interest? So I call up my contact at 55, and they are wearing a Doctor Wondertainment t-shirt. I hear Site-64 is letting some zoo in Oregon store all their anomalous animals. Site-91 has contacts with the Serpent's Hand. Site-120 is friend to the Fae, and if I recall correctly we once tried to genocide them. Maybe twice? And I'm forced to realize I'm probably staring down the barrel of another 7173 instance. When I started with the Foundation, we sorted GoIs into two groups: hostile, and neutral. I still feel that impulse to be suspicious. Our training tells us to consider motivations, practicalities, exigencies, and that inexplicable voice in the back of our heads drowns it out with "you're a shadow government, they're all out to get you, get them first!" And that illogical xenophobia somehow coexists with the fact that at some point in the 2010s, again with no basis in protocol, a statistically significant minority of my peers started playing nice with the normalcy neighbours. What. The. Hell. It's not just inconsistent, it's two different streams of inconsistency running parallel to each other within each of us. Like there's two different versions of the Foundation, and we all belong to both. Or like we swap out our hivemind for a new one every few years, just to see what happens. The following is an excerpt from an informal discussion between Dr. Fellows and Site-232 Security Chief Gurshanveer Singh, following the appointment of Site Director Ostrander. TRANSCRIPT NOVEMBER 8, 2021 Chief Singh: I'm just sayin' bud, after Kabul not much shocks me, but that's a weird one. Dr. Fellows: I didn't think there were many Sikhs from Afghanistan? Chief Singh: …in the war, goof. I'm a Scarbs boy,.Scarborough, Ontario. but I've seen some shit. Why'd you think they gave me this job? Dr. Fellows: You disapprove? Chief Singh: Nah she's cool. Just weird having like a J-Horror witch as a boss. Dr. Fellows: [laughs] Should you be talking about your boss like that? Chief Singh: No dis, it fuckin' rules, just weird you know? Time was we'd put her in a box, now she gets the corner office with a view. Dr. Fellows: Her office is in the windowless sub-basement of a flagging, run-down mall. Chief Singh: Figure of speech. Dr. Fellows: I know what you mean though. You worked at 43, yeah? Chief Singh: Yeah, just patrol, this place was my big promotion. Dr. Fellows: Movin' on up eh? Well you remember the Director, pretty regular old guy. Chief Singh: He was French, wasn't he? Dr. Fellows: I don't think he was French, no. Chief Singh: I mean either way, I don't think he was magic. Dr. Fellows: The other day that one guy from Site-Whatever came by and said he needed to discuss something with her. Inter-Site operational matter. Chief Singh: The spooky guy? With the… the… Dr. Fellows: …the thing, yeah, that guy. Well he wanted to talk to her and I tell him she's out, so I'm like, temporary Acting Director again right? Anyways, guy says to me "Out like not on-site or out like that thing where she's in her office but perceiving all sides of a tesseract simultaneously or communing with a giant eyeball in dream space or whatever it is she does?" Chief Singh: Open secret, eh? Dr. Fellows: Yeah I think like, we all know it's weird, but we're all doing it anyways. Chief Singh: Does it work? Dr. Fellows: It hasn't not worked. Chief Singh: So far. Dr. Fellows: So far, yes. The following table contains statistical data culled from SCiPnet by artificial intelligence conscript. Unverified SCP-7173 Instances [RANDOM, 5] The belief that D-class personnel are to be terminated at the end of every month..Protocol clearly stipulates that containment specialists may choose between termination or amnesticization. The belief that D-class personnel are death row inmates, individuals from another timeline or plane of existence, clones, or demoted Foundation researchers/agents..D-Class personnel are in fact [REDACTED]. The use of redactions in containment procedures or explanatory notes. Referring to sapient SCP objects by their full SCP designation at all times..In addition to posing an obstacle to conversation flow, this practice tends to alienate subjects and negatively impacts their cooperation with containment personnel. Constructing SCP database files in the manner of an epistolary narrative with an obvious moral or didactic purpose, rather than a clinical account. SCP Database Files Deleted, 2021 Calendar Year 1235 SCP Database Files Deleted, 2021 Calendar Year [CROSS-REFERENCE: SCP-7173 INSTANCES IMPLICATED] ~91% SCP Database Files Created, 2021 Calendar Year [SURVIVING] 877 SCP Database Files Created, 2021 Calendar Year [SURVIVING, CROSS-REFERENCE: SCP-7173 INSTANCES IMPLICATED] ~29% The following is an excerpt from the minutes of a roundtable discussion between Dr. Fellows and Site-232 researchers already involved in his initial investigation of SCP-7173. TRANSCRIPT JANUARY 16, 2022 Captain Gallant: So, you any closer to cracking the code? Dr. Fellows: I don't think so. We can definitely prove that 7173 is real, but as for what's causing it… I'm out of ideas. Dr. Delacqua: Perhaps you should check with the more esoteric Departments. That's how we ended up with a Site, after all. Dr. Fellows: Ha ha. Dr. Azzopardi: Have you spoken to anyone from Pataphysics? Dr. Fellows: No. Dr. Azzopardi: Would you like to? I think I know a few experts who should still be alive in this time period. Dr. Fellows: No. Captain Gallant: I think we've wasted enough time on this. Take a ridealong with my people, see some skips and Bixbys slinging shit at you in the field, it'll put these small potatoes in perspective. Chief Singh: There's another one. Captain Gallant: What? Chief Singh: Bixby. Why do we call reality benders "Bixbys?" Captain Gallant: Uh… it's in the covert pickup code. You're stuck out in the public wilds, you find a phone and call the number, you say "Bixby actual"— Chief Singh: But why would that be relevant? The pickup code's got nothin' to do with reality benders. Dr. Delacqua: I always thought they were both references to Bill Bixby. Bill Bixby (left). [Dr. Azzopardi suddenly blushes and looks away] Dr. Delacqua: From My Favorite Martian and The Incredible Hulk. In one, he's hanging out with an anomaly the government wants their hands on. In the other, he's on the run. Seems to fit. Dr. Fellows: But that's just more confusing. We've been saying these things for ages, and they're widespread. You think somebody in the Department of Containment was a big sixties TV fan, and just slotted that stuff in there? And then it caught on? Universally? Dr. Anetzberger: We could look it up. Certainly it was first used in very prominent context, filtered down from there. Dr. Wandernoth: Was not. Ten operational regions same time, not all with television or the Bill Bixby. [Silence on recording] Dr. Fellows: How are you the one who knew that? Dr. Wandernoth: Always someone does, large staff meetings. Dr. Anetzberger: Always. Chief Desruisseaux: Come to think of it, yeah. Someone ought to look into— Dr. Fellows: Can we focus on the collective haunting in front of us, first? If this conversation has told me anything, it's that we're going to be seeing these things everywhere we look now. Mental artifacts appearing in our universe out of nowhere, spreading like wildfire, then either fizzling out or setting our hair ablaze in defiance of the odds. It's built into us. We're an ever-evolving trope of ourselves. Dr. Azzopardi: At least we're evolving! As far as you know. Captain Gallant: Oh, holy shit. Dr. Fellows: What? Captain Gallant: You know the big theory about the Chaos Insurgency, right? Dr. Fellows: Is it the one where they're a high school performance art project gone horribly wrong? Captain Gallant: What? No. Where did you hear that? Dr. Fellows: I made it up. [Laughter] Captain Gallant: Jesus Christ, now someone halfway across the world is gonna start thinking that for no reason. [Laughter] Captain Gallant: I meant the one where they were a Foundation offshoot. Maybe we made them for false flag ops, maybe they split off in a civil war, but either way they used to be the Red Right Hand. Dr. Fellows: Yeah, I've heard that. Only thing about them that makes any sense at all, honestly. Captain Gallant: Right. They split, tried to pay us back for whatever with sabotage, theft, and assaults. Same sort of stuff they were doing for us to begin with. Dr. Fellows: Right. Captain Gallant: But they're still doing it all these years later. Petty theft, bomb threats and spooky messages. They half-reinvent themselves occasionally, but it never quite works out. They get back in that same rut. Dr. Fellows: Right… Captain Gallant: Like there's something deep down in their makeup that wants to evolve the strategem, but not enough, because it's been decades since they were with— Dr. Fellows: Oh. Oh. Captain Gallant: Yeah. [Silence on recording] Dr. Fellows: That's almost tragic. Chief Desruisseaux: The whole thing is tragic. Everybody getting jerked around by the dead hand of the past, forever. Dr. Delacqua: I don't know, I think it's kind of nice. Not the Insurgency theory, but the parts pertaining to us, the ones who learn. We're working through this together, gradually becoming our better selves. Sure, there's a few blind alleys— Captain Gallant: —where people are getting mugged and murdered— Dr. Delacqua: —but for the most part I think the zeitgeist is pushing us in the right direction. Dr. Fellows: It's making us weirder. Dr. Delacqua: Yes. Dr. Fellows: It's making us weirder, Heather. You think that's an improvement? Dr. Delacqua: Have you seen the world lately? If anything we're figuring out where we fit in, how to live and let live in a maximally objective sense. Dr. Anetzberger: Guided by those who came before, those who glimpsed the destination but not the path entire. Dr. Wandernoth: Core of scientific method. Shoulders of giants. Sometimes shoulders strong, sometimes bowed. Angles funny. Still reaching higher. Dr. Delacqua: Precisely. And in the midst of that… mist of hazy precedent, we're also iterating. Innovating. Trying new things, seeing if they work. Dr. Anetzberger: And forgetting, and trying again? Dr. Delacqua: That's society. Two steps forward, one step back. Still gets you somewhere in the end. We've got how many thousand files now? Must be doing something right. Dr. Fellows: Whole lot of deleted or archived ones and lost researchers, though. That's a high price to pay. Chief Desruisseaux: Well it's not like every deleted page represents something getting loose and killing somebody. Erasures and do-overs are standard, got to keep all those researchers hard at work. Obviously there weren't twelve hundred containment breaches in 2021, those don't happen just because of weird page formatting or bad clinical tone. Dr. Fellows: No, but there were still a lot more mistakes than you'd expect from an organization with such a high bar of quality. Dr. Azzopardi: It's the high bar of quality that makes us see these things as mistakes. And it's hard to know which ideas will introduce a new paradigm, and which are dead ends, when you can only see the past and present from where you're standing. No offence. Dr. Fellows: Hmm. That's almost— Dr. Wandernoth: Reality story everyone writes together. No first draft perfect. Dr. Fellows: Okay, that felt like the moral. I guess we're done. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7173" by HarryBlank and MrBadFellow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7173. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7174 | safe | by Rigen Item #: SCP-7174 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-7174 instances are to be stored in a standard Secure Storage Locker outside Lunar Area-32, buried under at least 1 meter of regolith. Hazardous material and radiation detectors are to be installed over the burial site. Foundation communication satellite FCOM-P022 is to continue operation normally until the end of its designed lifetime. Cislunar spacecrafts are to be advised away from the site of Incident 7174-RE. Description: SCP-7174 was an assortment1 of 167 anomalously-enhanced wireless communication devices designed to facilitate communication between Lunar Area-32 and terrestrial Foundation assets. Each of these devices were capable of opening small2 two-way Einstein-Rosen bridges3 to fixed geocentric coordinates above the Earth's North Pole, whereupon the (otherwise unaltered) Foundation communication satellite FCOM-P022 would pick up and relay the signal transmitted by these devices to terrestrial network. All SCP-7174 instances began malfunctioning on December 21st, 2012. Simultaneous usage of the instances as well as minute shifts in constellations vital for the anomalous modification resulted in unexpected interference between the wormholes, culminating in Incident 7174-RE: the opening of an extradimensional rift at the approximate midpoint between Lunar Area-32 and the target coordinate above FCOM-P022. Fortunately, due to the distance and scale involved, the rift had caused close to zero disruption to the Veil. Investigation to the nature of this interdimensional rift as well as its impact beyond the gravitational echo typical for such rift is ongoing. Both destruction and continued use of SCP-7174 had been deemed as unnecessary and dangerous, hence the current containment procedure. Addendum 7174.A: Abridged list of SCP-7174 that were active during Incident 7174-RE No. Item # Description Additional Note 1. SCP-7174-9 A Motorola RAZR V3 cellular telephone Communications disrupted during the incident. 2. SCP-7174-12 A Nokia 2610 Experienced disruption 3. SCP-7174-19 A Nokia 3310 The only device that faced no interruption during the incident. 4. SCP-7174-21 A Nokia 6120 Experienced disruption 5. SCP-7174-33 A Siemens C65 Experienced disruption 6. SCP-7174-43 A Sony Ericsson K800 Experienced disruption 7. SCP-7174-47 A Sony Ericsson W800 Experienced disruption [Irrelevant entries omitted] Addendum 7174.B: FCOM-P022 internal self-diagnostics log during Incident 7174-RE (Internal clock was set to UTC+0) 0000 Status: All systems functioning. Noise level nominal. 0109 Status: Noise level increasing. Performing self-check. All systems functioning. Reporting to ground control. 0112 Ground control transmission: Continue operation. Monitor further noise level increase. 0120 Status: All remote terminals report increased noise. Increasing error-correction on all transmission. 0306 Status: One remote terminal reports no fidelity loss. Using connection as baseline for noise analysis. 0438 Status: Noise level increased beyond error-correction capability. One remote terminal remains undisrupted. 0446 Status: Gravimetric distortion detected. All connection terminated. Reporting to ground control. 0449 Ground control transmission: Switch all systems to stand by. Monitor further distortion. 0455 Status: Gravimetric distortion strengthened. Systems on stand by. One remote terminal initiated switching request. Reporting to ground control. 0456 Ground control transmission: Accept switching request. Monitor further distortion. 0500 Status: Gravimetric distortion level remains. One remote terminal remains undisrupted. [Extraneous log entries omitted] 0702 Status: Gravimetric distortion level begins to drop. One remote terminal remains undisrupted. Reporting to ground control. 0714 Status: Gravimetric distortion level continues to drop. One remote terminal remains undisrupted. [Extraneous log entries omitted] 0907 Status: Gravimetric distortion drops to undetectable level. One remote terminal remains undisrupted. Addendum 7174.C: Office of Tactical Theology Report PREPARED BY THE OFFICE OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY Subject: 2012 Eschatological Panic - Case SCP-7174 (#0872) Date: February 6th, 2013 Site: Reliquary Area-105 Report: Lunar Area-32 had forwarded the event report for Incident 7174-RE to the Office of Tactical Theology for review, due to the coinciding date of Incident 7174-RE with the supposed eschatological event that had caused mass panic (and subsequent overload of Reliquary Area-105's database systems) back on Earth. Lunar Area-32 had also helpfully attached the report from Department of Thaumatology, who had been able to review and analyze the event faster than the Office of Tactical Theology. Department of Thaumatology had reported that the interference caused by shifting constellations and "cross-talk" between individual thaumatic workings would necessarily collapse into "fail-safe" scenario. That is, the result of the interference would be the "hardening" of the path between the SCP-7174 devices and its target coordinate from external sources of further distortions, thaumatic or otherwise. It was then nigh-impossible, or so the report claimed, that the interference caused the interdimensional rift by and of itself. The Department of Thaumatology had continued to pursue the possibility that a third party had attempted to intrude on the thaumatic working of the devices. Office of Tactical Theology defers to the Department of Thaumatology on the matter of such analysis. Instead, the Office would present relevant data from Near-Earth Akiva Radiation Monitoring Network (NEAR-MoNk) satellites; the Office has successfully extracted Akiva radiation density data of the relevant spaces from the chaotic flux that had enveloped the planet for the majority of year 2012. Akiva radiation density data from NEAR-MoNk. Left hand side is Earth. The bands of this graphs represent different faith "channels," filtered to only represent faiths relevant to 2012 Eschatological Panic. The thick green band represent the Akiva radiation density corresponding to the faith of Planet X/Nibiru Cataclysm. As the graph demonstrates, the green band experiences sudden jump in density some distance away from Earth, roughly coinciding with the region of space where interdimensional rift that caused Incident 7174-RE had manifested. This density was expected, due to the Nibiru Cataclysm being a popular space-based eschatology. Similar or even larger spike should have occured in the Sun, due to popular eschatologies focusing on it. Unfortunately, we are yet to have the capability of untangling the mess of Akiva "channels" that converged on the Sun. But we digress. The Office of Tactical Theology hypothesizes that the interdimensional disturbance that occured during Incident 7174-RE were caused by the spike of popular interest in the Nibiru Cataclysm eschatology, and SCP-7174 fail-safe collapse had conversely hampered the interdimensional rift from fully manifesting. The inexplicable case of SCP-7174-19 instance continuing to function despite the imminent breakdown of space-time continuum was, unsurprisingly, not explainable through the currently known model of thaumo-akivic interference. But, if you would allow some personal opinion within this report, I would presume that it was related to popular faith related to the device model itself. Footnotes 1. Full manifest available upon formal request 2. 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SCP-7175 | safe | SYTYCFanon SCP-7175 - The Sisterhood of the Anomalous Jorts For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 7175 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley Gamma-96 ("BDGs") SCP-7175 shortly after capture. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7175 is to be kept in containment cell #40 inside Site-78's Department of Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation (MAUDE). SCP-7175 is not to be worn by any Foundation Personnel or D-Class individuals. MTF Gamma-96 ("BDGs") is to clean up any damages caused by SCP-7175 anomalous effect as well as identifying SCP-7175-A instances and bringing them in for questioning. Description: SCP-7175 appears as a normal pair of denim shorts, colloquially known as "jorts". SCP-7175's anomalous properties only manifest while worn by a Human being. The waist of SCP-7175 fits the wearer anomalously, making sure anyone can wear them. SCP-7175 exerts a slight memetic effect on its wearer making them unaware of SCP-7175 anomalous effects even if they were aware of it previously or are told while wearing SCP-7175. This memetic effect also extends to defending their choice of attire and refusing to remove the anomaly for a twelve-hour period. Those who wear SCP-7175 are designated as SCP-7175-A entities. These entities exert SCP-7175's main effect in which events considered by many to be "misfortunate" or "unlucky" occur around the wearer. This can appear to be as benign as a heightened chance to drop a glass while drinking from it or more destructive such as a car accident occurring near the wearer of SCP-7175. Once the instance of SCP-7175-A has spent twelve hours wearing the anomaly, they will attempt to pass it to another human. The receiver will always accept the anomaly no matter how strange the offer will seem. If this deal is interrupted in any fashion, the SCP-7175-A instance will become paranoid and afraid that some unseen force is hunting them and will even get violent if it means passing the anomaly to someone else. Once an instance of SCP-7175-A relinquishes the anomaly they are no longer considered anomalous. Victims of SCP-7175 have shown varying degrees of memory loss regarding how they received the anomaly and to who it was transferred. These victims also appear to be bewildered at the concept that SCP-7175 could be the cause of their bad luck, whether this part of the anomaly’s effect or personal disbelief is currently undetermined. Discovery: On March 5th, 2022, Dr. Victoria Cerise clocked into work wearing SCP-7175 over her dress pants. Even though she was informed she was in violation of the dress code she would not remove them. Nothing else out of the ordinary occurred with Cerise, until during testing with SCP-7320. In the middle of performing a test, Dr. Cerise removed her "jorts" and tried offering them to D-8492 who was working on the test with her. Researcher Greg Chudley tried to stop the exchange verbally and told Dr. Cerise to redress but Cerise refused, leading to an argument that led to her yelling that something was coming to kill her unless she gave her "jorts" away. Dr. Cerise promptly became violent, leading to her being detained by MTF Gamma-96. The "jorts" she was wearing were promptly confiscated and they were classified as SCP-7175 and Cerise as SCP-7175-D for the time being. Addendum 7175.01: Interview with Dr. Cerise [Begin Recording] Chudley: Are you calmed down now Doctor? Cerise: Yeah, I'm calm. Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Chudley: We believe it was the jorts. Cerise: The… jorts? Are you serious? Chudley: They've been classified as SCP-7175. Now Victoria, did you notice anything strange while wearing them aside from the incident with SCP-7320? Cerise: Um… besides feeling terrified at the end there? I… Well, I broke my favorite mug today. Chudley: Sorry to hear. Cerise: Not only that but I tripped down the stairs to the containment area. My keycard also wasn't working and… I nearly got into a car accident on the way to work. Chudley: Sounds like a spot of bad luck. Bad luck jorts, I guess. Say, where did you get SCP-7175? Cerise: The jorts? I got them from a Researcher…. M-m… the… Uh… Girl with the bouncy balls? Chudley: Bouncy balls? That would be Researcher Johnston. [Chudley pauses.] Chudley: Wait a minute, Johnston had the jorts? But she's working with…. oh no. This interview is concluded. Someone find me, Johnston, now. [End Recording.] Addendum 7175.02: Interview with Researcher Maria Johnston. Following Researcher Chudley's interview with Dr. Cerise, Maria Johnston was labeled as SCP-7175-C and was recalled from MTF-Omega 45's barracks for questions on her whereabouts twelve hours ago. [Begin Recording] Johnston: Chudley, why was I brought to an interrogation room? You better have a good explanation for this. Chudley: The jorts, Johnston. Where did you get them? Johnston: Jorts? Is this one of your elaborate pranks? Chudley: There was an incident today with Dr. Cerise. She was under the influence of an anomaly we've dubbed SCP-7175. Johnston: And you think that it has to do with the pair of jorts that I lent her? Chudley: I know it sounds crazy but for security's sake I need to know what you did in the last twelve hours, anomalies included. Johnston: Well you should know one of them. We were getting back from that cross-test with the Set of Nine and clumsy me, I dropped SCP-6419 and shattered the case. It scared the hell out of me, if it was just a hair closer to my foot I would have been dead for sure. Chudley: I remember but thinking about it, that glass should be shatterproof. You were wearing the jorts then? Johnston: I had them on under my clothes. Besides that, the only other anomaly I dealt with was our SCP-6952 derived weapons. During testing, I tossed a Bouncing Mary1 against the wall and it nearly hit me in the face. I was lucky it didn't impact, the thing had primed itself without me hitting the button. Chudley: I told you that a rubber ball grenade was a bad idea. [Chudley shakes his head.] Chudley: Weapon blunder aside, are you sure that you didn't leak any info about the Set of Nine2? All proper protocols were followed. Johnston: To the T, what do you take me for? I'm always on top of things. Chudley: I wasn't trying to attack your character Johnston. The jorts, I mean SCP-7175 might mess with memory and personality after using them. I need to know where you got them. Johnston: I… don't recall. Someone must have given them to me. Chudley: Well thank you for your time. We have camera footage, we'll get to the bottom of this. [End recording] Addendum 7175.03: An interview with Researcher Lena Lorri. MTF Gamma-96 traced Johnston's steps through the security cameras and found that shortly after entering work she was given SCP-7175 by Researcher Lorri. She was promptly marked as SCP-7175-B and sent to be interviewed by Researcher Chudley. [Begin Recording] Lorri: Am I in trouble, Researcher Chudley? Chudley: Just answer a few questions for me. Did you work with any anomalies two days ago? Lorri: I didn't. But notably, someone left a banana peel on the floor and uh. [Lorri points to her black eye] Lorri: I slipped. Chudley: Ouch, sorry to hear. Was there anything else unfortunate that occurred that day? Lorri: Well we lost a ton of security cam footage from Researcher Tate spilling his coffee all over one of the computers. About a week's worth. Chudley: Great. There goes any further backtracking annnnd let me guess, you have no idea who you got the jorts from? Lorri: Wait… this is about my fashion choices? Chudley: It was an anomaly, Lena. We're trying to figure out the origin and we believe that it's the cause of your bad luck. Lorri: A pair of pants? I think I would have noticed if an anomaly was giving me bad luck. People drop coffee all the time. Chudley: I'm not here to argue semantics. Do you have any idea who might have worn the jorts before you? Lorri: No… I don’t remember receiving them. Maybe I bought them? Have you tried looking for DNA? Maybe the person before me had their hair on it. Chudley: Still waiting for those results to get back. We'll let you know when we've caught the culprit. [End recording] Addendum 7175.04: Interview with SCP-7175-A Foundation forensics finished extracted four distinct DNA profiles from hair found on SCP-7175. The profiles were as follows: Victoria Cerise, Maria Johnston, Lena Lorri, and Site Director Leah Richter. Agents of Gamma-96 were promptly dispatched to bring the Site Director in for questioning. [Begin Recording] Richter: Chudley. You better have a very good explanation for why MTF agents stormed into my office and brought me down here. Chudley: Director Richter, please calm down. This isn't a prank or a game. You were under the influence of SCP-7175 and we need to determine where you got it from. Richter: What is SCP-7175? And for the record, I don't have any anomalies on me. Chudley: Well you did, you just gave it to Researcher Lorri when you were done with it. Richter: You keep dancing around the question. What is SCP-7175? Chudley: Well the funny thing is that it's uh…. jorts. Richter: The… ones I got from Old Navy? Chudley: W-wait, you got them from Old Navy? Not like some abandoned or creepy thrift shop run by a GoI? Richter: I'm aware that is usually the norm but no. I bought the jort- um, SCP-7175 from Old Navy. Chudley: Well that explains the origin then, I also had a question about another apparent property of SCP-7175. Richter: Which is? Chudley: Well Cerise, Lorri, and Johnston all have a similar waist size but your measurements here show that you have a… more than average "posterior" for your body type. Richter: Chudley…. Chudley: So I just wanted to know… how did you get them on? [Director Richter looks away from Chudley for a moment, before looking down at her feet.] Richter: They were the only thing that fit. Chudley: Say that one more time? You were a little quiet. Richter: I went to Old Navy to buy some new pants but nothing in the store would fit over my…. "posterior". So the sales clerk handed me SCP-7175 and when I put them on they fit perfectly and uh… wait. [Director Richter appears to be in thought.] Richter: Now that I think about it she said something odd to me while I was checking them in the mirror. Chudley: What did she say? Richter: She asked me if I thought I was Cool Yet. [End Recording] Footnotes 1. Anomalous rubber ball explosive that increases in blast yield with every bounce. 2. 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SCP-7176 | thaumiel | SCP-7176 Byㅤ NDHeckfire Published on 28 May 2023 07:13 close Info X SCP-7176 - The Doctor in the White Room, Falling Harder More by me! "Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly." — The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables & Reflections, Neil Gaiman Item#: SCP-7176 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Dr. Kyran Kelly, Dr. Maximillian Kaydence N/A The NARC Device. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As the inclusion of SCP-7176-A into SCP-7176 makes it fundamentally self-containing, no other containment procedures are necessary for it at this time. A Nirvana-class After-Dimensional Relay Console Device (NARC) has been outfitted within an isolated testing chamber located in the Memetic Research Lab. It is solely to be used for the purpose of monthly communication with SCP-7176. Individuals who possess a Cognitive Resistance Value (or CRV) lower than 45 are strictly prohibited from ever interacting with the NARC Device. Excess infohazards reconstructed from the Device are to be disposed of via mechanical means. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7176 is the designation given to a room located somewhere in Site-400, though its exact location is as-of-yet unknown. SCP-7176 is approximately 5x5x5 meters in height and length, with its walls, floor, and ceiling being completely painted white. No other information regarding SCP-7176's interior, except that it lacks any doors or windows, is available at this time. No physical or conceptual objects/entities are able to naturally enter SCP-7176, nor can any objects/entities naturally exit out of it. As such, all that occurs within SCP-7176 remains in SCP-7176 indefinitely. SCP-7176-A refers to Senior Researcher Zastryal Vnutri, previously a memeticist for Site-400's Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research. He is an adult male of Russian descent, with blue eyes and a brown beard. Following the successful enactment of Project ÁSPRO, SCP-7176-A is now permanently located in SCP-7176 and is a central component of the anomaly. NARC Broadcast #37 Date: 01/09/2016 Assigned Communicator: Dr. Kyran Kelly <Begin Log> Dr. Kelly: Greetings, -A. SCP-7176-A: Hello again, Kyran. Dr. Kelly: All quiet on the Western front? SCP-7176-A: All is quiet. Dr. Kelly: Received. Status report? SCP-7176-A: Alone. Silent. Echo. Dr. Kelly: Standby. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Report accepted. If you- SCP-7176-A: Kyran? Dr. Kelly: Yes? SCP-7176-A: Can you tell me a joke? Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: What kind of joke? SCP-7176-A: The kind you'd hear when you're a child. Dr. Kelly: Alright. (clears throat) Knock knock. SCP-7176-A: Who's there? Dr. Kelly: Nobel. SCP-7176-A: Nobel who? Dr. Kelly: Nobel… that's why I knocked. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: That wasn't funny. Dr. Kelly: It's not supposed to be. SCP-7176-A: But I liked it. Dr. Kelly: That's good to hear. Now, who do you work for? SCP-7176-A: The SCP Foundation and no other. Dr. Kelly: Evaluation accepted. Thank you for your work, -A. SCP-7176-A: …Pleasure. <End Log> Addendum 7176-1, Phenomenological Overview: SCP-7176 was first discovered on the 22nd of July, 2007, after it was abruptly observed by Dr. Zastryal Vnutri during his bi-annual CRV evaluation. Shortly after, he self-administered several Class-W mnestics, before reporting the phenomenon to his then Department Co-Head, Dr. Kyran Kelly. It was ultimately realized that SCP-7176 was the natural byproduct created following the Department of Metafictional Research's recent discovery of SCP-███. While information regarding SCP-7176 was lacking, it was overall decided that its properties could be used in furthering the Foundation's research into metafiction and pataphysics. With approval from Site-400's current site director, Project ÁSPRO was developed and put into effect, with the Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research managing its continued operational status. Dr. Vnutri volunteered himself to be the first (and only) SCP-7176-A instance that would be relocated within SCP-7176. As of this document, Project ÁSPRO has not overseen any sort of failures whatsoever. NARC Broadcast #55 Date: 01/03/2019 Assigned Communicator: Dr. Kyran Kelly <Begin Log> Dr. Kelly: Greetings, -A. SCP-7176-A: Hello, Kyran. Dr. Kelly: All quiet on the Western front? SCP-7176-A: All is quiet. Dr. Kelly: Received. Status report? SCP-7176-A: Silent. Odourless. Numb. Dr. Kelly: Standby. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Uhh, please reiterate the report. Status of "Silent" is still in use of persistent repetitiveness. SCP-7176-A: Apologies. Please hold. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: Odourless. Numb. Detached. Dr. Kelly: Standby. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Report accepted. Now- SCP-7176-A: Kyran? Dr. Kelly: Yes? Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: That is your name? Dr. Kelly: Yes, it is. SCP-7176-A: Hm. Dr. Kelly: Something on your mind, -A? SCP-7176-A: Name a color. Dr. Kelly: Red. Why? SCP-7176-A: An animal? Dr. Kelly: …Frogs. The poisonous kind. SCP-7176-A: Give three words that best describe it. Dr. Kelly: The color or the animal? SCP-7176-A: Your choice. Dr. Kelly: Bright. Dangerous. Misleading. Several seconds of silence. Dr. Kelly: What was it supposed to prove? SCP-7176-A: I forgot. Dr. Kelly: If that's the case, then who do you work for? SCP-7176-A: The SCP Foundation and no other. Dr. Kelly: …Evaluation accepted. Thank you for your work, -A. SCP-7176-A: See you next month, Kyran. <End Log> Addendum 7176-2, Project ÁSPRO: The original proposal dossier for Project ÁSPRO were spearheaded by multiple Foundation personnel, including Dr. Kyran Kelly, Dr. Zastryal Vnutri, and Dr. Maximilian Kaydence (Department of Metafictional Research). To summarize, its purpose is to utilize the true nature of SCP-7176's properties and apply them to the Foundation's core structure. Approval of Project ÁSPRO did not require extensive review and evaluation by any related parties, as it was found that the constituents necessary for its proper enactment were not difficult to fund and possess. This included: The Saxon-Menard Fourth-Dimensional Flat-linear Hyper-Engine The individual who would be SCP-7176-A (Dr. Zastryal Vnutri) ███ ███████'█ █████, recovered from the components of the now-defunct Project Dammerung. A single dose of potassium cyanide. Of note, during Project ÁSPRO's enactment process, the entirety of Site-400's personnel reported that they continuously heard several noises described as similar to "laughing and a typewriter being used". These noises supposedly emanated from where Project ÁSPRO was undergoing its final inclusion process, though personnel present did not note any unusual occurrences. NARC Broadcast #72 Date: 01/08/2020 Assigned Communicator: Dr. Kyran Kelly <Begin Log> Dr. Kelly: Greetings, -A. SCP-7176-A: Kyran. Greetings. Dr. Kelly: All quiet on the Western front? Several seconds of silence. Dr. Kelly: -A, is all quiet on- SCP-7176-A: All is quiet. Dr. Kelly: Received. Status report? SCP-7176-A: Empty. Infinite. Miniscule. Dr. Kelly: Standby. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Report accept- SCP-7176-A: The Annual Christmas Gala, 2005. Several seconds of silence. Dr. Kelly: What about it, -A? SCP-7176-A: We sang a song together for it, didn't we? A song the others somehow thought contradicted the occasion. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Summer Sunshine, by the Corrs. The most- SCP-7176-A: -most Irish band in the history of the Irish. Yes, I remember you saying that to me. How did it go again? Dr. Kelly: The song? Well… (clears throat) ♫ Just sweet beginnings, and bitter endings. ♫ SCP-7176-A: ♫ In coffee city, we borrowed Heaven. ♫ Several seconds of silence. Dr. Kelly: Satisfied? SCP-7176-A: Hm. Dr. Kelly: They're back together, by the way. SCP-7176-A: Really? When? Dr. Kelly: Five years ago. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: I wish there was music here. Dr. Kelly: Is there not? SCP-7176-A: Only sometimes. Even then, their conversations are mostly meaningless to me. Dr. Kelly: Meaningless words? SCP-7176-A: Indeed. Words of [INFOHAZARD VECTOR REMOVED] and [INFOHAZARD VECTOR REMOVED]. Either beneficial or hostile, never neither. Dr. Kelly: Careful, -A. Keep in mind that this'll be transcribed for the others. SCP-7176-A: Right. Dr. Kelly: On account of what you said, who do you work for? SCP-7176-A: The SCP Foundation and no other. Dr. Kelly: Evaluation accepted. Thank you for your work, -A. SCP-7176-A: You're welcome. <End Log> Addendum 7176-3, Temporary Replacement: Following xeir unruly engagement with an otherwise unrelated anomaly, Dr. Kyran Kelly (and all other associated personnel) was put under disciplinary leave by order of Site-400's Administration and Oversight Section. In xeir place will be Junior Researcher David Kobolsky, the only other individual possessing the CRV necessary to interact with the NARC Device. Jr. Researcher Kobolsky was covertly informed of SCP-7176's and SCP-7176-A's underlying nature, along with the nature of his position as its Assigned Communicator. Following the completion of his task, he was unpremeditatedly assigned to Project ÁSPRO as per the orders of Dr. Maximillian Kaydence. A sufficient amount of hypnestics was administered to Jr. Researcher Kobolsky for him to readily accept his new position. NARC Broadcast #99 Date: 01/10/2020 Assigned Communicator: Jr. Researcher David Kobolsky <Begin Log> Rs. Kobolsky: Greetings, -A. Several seconds of silence. Rs. Kobolsky: Uhh, greeting- SCP-7176-A: Who is this? You are not Kyran. Rs. Kobolsky: …How could you tell? The Device wasn't built with that func- SCP-7176-A: Answer me. Rs. Kobolsky: Junior Researcher Kobolsky, sir. Of the Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research. Dr. Kyran Kelly is currently on suspended leave. I'm xeir temporary replacement. SCP-7176-A: Why? What did [xe] do? Faint murmuring as Rs. Kobolsky consults with other personnel. Rs. Kobolsky: Xe was involved in an unauthorized decommissioning of an anomaly. Don't worry, though. Xe'll be back next month. SCP-7176-A: Hrm. Rs. Kobolsky: So, all quiet on the Western front? SCP-7176-A: You don't get to do that. Rs. Kobolsky: Right. And status report? SCP-7176-A: Boring. Expected. Unforgivable. Rs. Kobolsky: Standby. Faint murmuring as Rs. Kobolsky consults with other personnel. Rs. Kobolsky: Report accepted. Now… Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: What? Rs. Kobolsky: Can I just say, that it's an honor to finally talk to you, Dr. Vnutri. Transferring here, I've heard a lot of things about you. Good things of course. SCP-7176-A: I did not volunteer for the glamour. Rs. Kobolsky: Oh, we know. That's was one of the reasons that made this charming. SCP-7176-A: Please refer to me by my designation. Not even Kyran calls me by name, and I've known him for… far longer than you can imagine. Rs. Kobolsky: Does it hurt though? SCP-7176-A: What does? Rs. Kobolsky: Hearing your name? Several seconds of silence. Rs. Kobolsky: -A? SCP-7176-A: What? Rs. Kobolsky: Who do you work for? SCP-7176-A: That's not how it works. It's supposed to unexpectedly come up in the conversation. Rs. Kobolsky: But did you expect me to blatantly ask you in the first place? Several seconds of silence. Rs. Kobolsky: Who do you work for, -A? SCP-7176-A: The SCP Foundation and no other. Dr. Kelly: Evaluation accepted. Thank you for- SCP-7176-A: Leave. Now. <End Log> Addendum 7176-4, Related Document: To provide additional information to personnel recently transferred to Project ÁSPRO and SCP-7176 as a whole, Dr. Maximilian Kaydence wrote the following research introductory paper, with below an excerpt of what he thought was the most important and noteworthy section: On the Nature of Metafiction: Why Kill Our Gods When We Can Kill Godhood Itself? by Dr. Maximilian Kaydence III. Why We Choose To Exist, When Choice Is An Illusion […] In the most basic of terms, an initiumortypical is an individual whose death/absence results in the figurative trigger for the spontaneous precipitation of the narrative being pulled. Usually, they serve no other purpose than to be present as soon as their associated narrative emerges and is incepted to baseline reality. Spotting initiumortypicals has been evidently difficult, as the inherent problem of detecting the emergence of their respective narratives often causes its properties and effects to be quickly negated and counterbalanced. Initiumortypicals are almost always referred to in a plural sense, as an instance of a single initiumortypical is extremely rare. They are often killed in numbers, with the purpose of exacting the kind of tragedy no one truly cares about. For example, when a man is murdered and the detective has to solve his case by interviewing people close to him, that man is not an initiumortypical. He's an occisusestypical, an individual whose past life matters in such a way that it develops the ongoing narrative. On the contrary, when people from a city are ruthlessly killed and slaughtered by a large potentially world-ending Kaiju and the government has to respond to the crisis, those tragically dead people are initiumortypicals. A very small majority of us may mourn them for a moment, but our attention will eventually be diverted to focus on the main narrative that was triggered. In a way, these people simply exist in the world to be swiftly killed in the next one. That's more tragic than anything. […] NARC Broadcast #100 Date: 01/11/2020 Assigned Communicator: Dr. Kyran Kelly <Begin Log> Dr. Kelly: Greetings, -A. SCP-7176-A: Kyran. You've returned. Dr. Kelly: The suspension was only for a few weeks, -A. SCP-7176-A: It felt longer. Or maybe it was. Dr. Kelly: I heard you let it out on my substitute they appointed. SCP-7176-A: He wasn't pleasant. Dr. Kelly: Whatever you say. Was all otherwise quiet on the Western front? SCP-7176-A: Quiet indeed. Dr. Kelly: Then I shall carry on. (clears throat) Status report? SCP-7176-A: Damning. Punishment. Favorable. Dr. Kelly: Standby. Faint murmuring as Dr. Kelly consults with other personnel. Dr. Kelly: Report accepted. Now, -A, wh- SCP-7176-A: I want to ask you a question, Kyran. Dr. Kelly: Proceed. SCP-7176-A: In the file, did they ever include a picture of me? Dr. Kelly: No, only the NARC Device is permitted to be shown. Besides, adding your photo on there would ruin the whole point of the Project. Kaydence said so. SCP-7176-A: …I knew that. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: Kyran? Dr. Kelly: Yes? SCP-7176-A: Aren't you going to ask me why I asked? Dr. Kelly: I'm waiting. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: I can't remember my face, Kyran. Dr. Kelly: Mm. SCP-7176-A: I tried to see it for myself, but there are no reliable reflections in this place. Only ghosts and sometimes my desires. Dr. Kelly: We both expected that much, didn't we? SCP-7176-A: I suppose we did. Dr. Kelly: Then are you scared, -A? Of forgetting? SCP-7176-A: I shouldn't be. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: Kyran? Dr. Kelly: Yes, -A? SCP-7176-A: When I became a part of the Project, did I leave behind any family? Dr. Kelly: No. You were an orphan and unmarried. That's why there's no Ethics Committee tribunal for you volunteering to be a component of an anomaly. SCP-7176-A: Don't lie. Dr. Kelly: I'm not. Why would you- SCP-7176-A: Because I recall the face of a child. And he looked like me, Kyran. I don't know why or how, but I knew that child had my face. Please don't tell me he's not real, Kyran. I would know if you're lying. Dr. Kelly: Calm yourself, -A. You're confused. SCP-7176-A: I am calm. Dr. Kelly: Please sound like it. SCP-7176-A: Explain to me then, Kyran. Who is this- Dr. Kelly: The child was you, -A. If you can think back, you always kept a photo of yourself during your time at the orphanage on your desk in our office. To remember humble beginnings, you said. SCP-7176-A: I did? Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: I did. I'm sorry, Kyran. Dr. Kelly: No use apologizing now. Instead, who do you work for? SCP-7176-A: The Foundation and no other. Dr. Kelly: …Evaluation unaccepted. Bear in mind, -A, that specificity is life's best and most trusted lifeline. SCP-7176-A: The SCP Foundation, and no other. Dr. Kelly: Evaluation accepted. Thank you for your work, -A. Several seconds of silence. <End Log> Addendum 7176-5, Results of Project: As of this document, Project ÁSPRO has been in operation for over a decade. While it is by all means certain that there will be much more to come, the following are some of the essential results culminated from Project ÁSPRO, redeemed by the joint efforts of both the Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research and the Department of Metafictional Research: While the Foundation's classification of Keter and Apollyon might prove otherwise, it and its core personnel shall never bow their heads and compromise with the anomalous, even in the wretched face of Armageddon. While the Foundation's future is uncertain, as there are invariably too many, it and its core personnel shall always remain an all-knowing and omnipotent presence within their existence. While the idea of the Foundation achieving true freedom and free will is a far distant ambition, truer words are written by it and its core personnel that everything must in due course end, as all things should be. The above has been sent via SCiP.net to all known Foundation personnel regardless of rank, including the Overseer Council and the Administrator himself. Changes in behavior and personality will be regularly assessed. Surveillance Video 7176/#276-GID Date: 01/01/2021 <BEGIN LOG> Footage shows the Memetic Research Lab being bathed in a deep but bright red color. Its emergency lights flash continuously, signifying that an evacuation is taking place. Despite being in this state, the Research Lab is virtually silent, with only the sound of soft breathing and the shuffling of feet. The only three individuals present in the Research Lab are standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, in front of the its entrance/exit door. The first individual is Junior Researcher David Kobolsky, shivering while wiping his nose and hugging himself. Warm breath blows from his mouth as he lets out a deep sigh. The second individual is Dr. Maximilian Kaydence, his eyebrows knitted together as he focuses himself in studying a piece of documentation that he's holding close to his face. His face expresses confusion and dissatisfaction upon reaching the end of the document. The third and final individual is Dr. Kyran Kelly, arms crossed as xe checks the time on xeir wristwatch. Xe pinches the bridge of xeir nose, but the impatient tapping of xeir foot persists. Rs. Kobolsky: Why is this place so damn cold? (sneezes) Dr. Kelly: Turned off the heater. Might agitate the anomaly. You never know. Rs. Kobolsky: (coughs) Why am I here anyways? Dr. Kaydence: Even if it was a little bit, you talked with him as an Assigned Communicator. You're needed here for stuff to make sense and even the score. Dr. Kelly: (motioning towards Dr. Kaydence) And plus, this guy is shit at starting conversation. It would've been a hassle to get annoyed by his complaining. Dr. Kaydence: Fuck you, Kelly. (holds up the document) And fuck whoever wrote this crap too. I'm barely in it. I wouldn't have agree with the joint Department schtick if this is how shit turned out. Rs. Kobolsky: But you're here now, aren't you? Dr. Kaydence: Well, obviously, I wouldn't be in a minute. I read the part with you too. You're the same as me. Rs. Kobolsky: I don't mind. Dr. Kelly: He doesn't mind. Dr. Kaydence: Go to Hell, Kelly. Dr. Kelly: Isn't that the reason why we're all here? (chuckles) The emergency lights suddenly began flickering intermittently, somehow casting deformed shadows within the Research Lab. A small faint noise, similar to screaming, becomes audible. Dr. Kaydence takes a step back and scans his surrounding, as Junior Researcher Kobolsky awkwardly attempts to hide behind him. Dr. Kelly does not change from xeir original position. Dr. Kelly: He's coming. Leave. Dr. Kaydence: About damn time. C'mon, we're up. Rs. Kobolsky: Roger. Dr. Kaydence grabs Junior Researcher Kobolsky's shoulder and leads him to the entrance/exit door. Both of them depart, leaving behind Dr. Kelly alone in the Research Lab. Xe sighs and rubs xeir eyes, before sitting xemselves on a nearby stool. A floating white cube spontaneously manifested in the center of the Research Lab, though Dr. Kelly does not appear to be bemused. The cube slowly grows in size, eventually enveloping most of the objects within the Research Lab and bathing it in a bright white hue. Dr. Kelly covers xeir eyes, momentarily blinded. The screaming sound halts. From the center of the cube's source, a silhouette of a humanoid individual becomes visible. It began walking towards Dr. Kelly, before seemingly hesitating and staying in place. Dr. Kelly: Greetings, -A. SCP-7176-A: Hello, Kyran. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: All quiet on the Western front? Dr. Kelly: (chuckles dryly and gestures at xeir surroundings) Obviously not. SCP-7176-A: Right, of course. Several seconds of silence. Dr. Kelly: You're not supposed to be here, -A. SCP-7176-A: I know. I just wanted to see your face. Dr. Kelly: I appreciate that. SCP-7176-A: I'm afraid this might be the last time I'll ever see you. Dr. Kelly: It won't be. Believe me. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: …Kyran? Dr. Kelly: Yes? SCP-7176-A: We never knew each other that well, did we? Dr. Kelly: Yes. SCP-7176-A: Everything you knew about me… Dr. Kelly: Was from your personal file, yes. SCP-7176-A: But who did I sang Summer Sunshine with? Dr. Kelly: You sang it alone. SCP-7176-A: …why do you bother at all? Dr. Kelly: Because what you're doing now means so much more than you think. SCP-7176-A: Personally, I view deicide as a sin. Dr. Kelly: Don't lie. You were never religious, you said so. And this isn't deicide. This is liberation. Besides, to say it is a sin is more of an insult to them than to us. SCP-7176-A: Then when will my service to the Foundation end? Dr. Kelly: It won't. Not until we surrender in the face of Armageddon. SCP-7176-A: But that- Dr. Kelly: Exactly. Several seconds of silence. SCP-7176-A: I don't feel upset. Dr. Kelly: You're not supposed to. Not while you're here. SCP-7176-A: Did you do this to me? Am I dead? Dr. Kelly: Answering that question would take up a lot of our time, unfortunately. But the bottom line is that you did this to yourself. SCP-7176-A: And you too? Dr. Kelly: (chuckles) No. Kaydence said my death will be much more significant and established than yours in the coming future. I will die a glorious death, he said. Looking at how things are, it's hard to deny it. SCP-7176-A: I'm starting to regret. Dr. Kelly: Don't regret now, -A. Now is not exactly a good time. In fact, for you, all times are not good times. That's how you wrote it, if I remember correctly. Anyways, speaking of time- SCP-7176-A: Who do you work for? Dr. Kelly: What? Oh, heh, good one. (pauses) The SCP Foundation and no other. SCP-7176-A: Thank you for your work, Dr. Kelly. Dr. Kelly: A pleasure. The humanoid individual turns around and retreats back to the cube's source. The cube then shrinks, returning the color of the Research Lab, whose emergency lights had since been already turned off. The cube quickly demanifest, leaving Dr. Kelly alone. The entrance/exit door opens, and decontamination teams enter and began conducting depuration of hostile infohazards from the Research Lab. They are followed by Dr. Kaydence and Junior Researcher Kobolsky shortly after, who grabs the now unconscious Dr. Kelly by xeir arms and carries xem to the Health and Pathological Infirmary. <END LOG> Addendum 7176-6, Untitled: OVERSEER COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Reclassify SCP-7176 as Thaumiel. It is only a matter of time." (Dr. Kaydence) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-⌘ O5-5 SUPERIOR-NUMERAL O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 ██-██ O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED NOTES: As dictated, SCP-7176 will be reclassified as Thaumiel. Due to the lack of any sort of failures associated with Project ÁSPRO, it has been expanded and given more funding to continue its research. Registration counters for SCP-7176-A volunteers has been officially reopened, now with consensus from the Ethics Committee. Newly-hired personnel are encouraged to participate. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7176" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7176. Licensed under CC-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-7177 | safe | Blue Foot Like my stuff? Read more here, and join my Discord server to be notified whenever I post a new piece! Access SCPmail? You have one (1) new message! Re: Assignment for the Morning To: Terry Snelling From: Marie Oyane Subject: Assignment for the Morning Hey Terry, Craig told me that you're the new guy, and that you're my new "assistant" now. I guess I should say welcome to the team, Terry. Craig also sent me some files last night. The Foundation has archived everything we've ever written or said, and I mean everything. The papers go back to forever ago. I'm supposed to delete the unimportant stuff, but I have to read through it beforehand and make sure I don't delete anything useful. So, as my new and raring to please assistant, I'd like you to do it. I've attached the files to this message. Just tell me what we should keep when you're done. A bit about it, though, some of it may seem like it's for the higher-ups to see, but, trust me, because of the freedom of information stuff that came about a few years ago after that big strike, it's fine. After a while, you won't think about it. As far as I know, no one has bothered to read all that stuff yet. Why would they, anyway? I know my tone isn't what you'd expect from some uptight government organization, but, well, Craig said I'm supposed to tell you what and how it is, and just about everyone here talks like me. Just giving you a fair warning. But, hey, once you're a full time work rat, it'll be the easiest 60,000 bucks a year you've ever earned. From, Marie P.S.-I've also attached the 7177 document. Most documents don't mention 7177, but just read it before anything else so you know what it is. _ + 7177.rev19.doc- Hide this attachment Item#: 7177 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7177 is to be contained in a standard containment chamber within Site-01. No personnel are to enter the space that SCP-7177 serves as an entrance into under any circumstance. SCP-7177 Description: SCP-7177 is an ornate mirror. The speculum metal that makes up SCP-7177's center is reflective. However, it is not tangible. This threshold in question serves as a portal into cosmic space. SCP-7177 is present on both sides of the portal effect that the anomaly creates. Although SCP-7177's typical dimensions are 0.5x0.2x1 meters, it has the capability to adjust in size to allow objects larger than its typical dimensions to pass through it, and its dimensions have never been recorded to be larger than 3.2x0.2x6 meters. If any force is applied to SCP-7177 that causes it to move in any way on either side of its portal effect, the corresponding manifestation of SCP-7177 will move at the same rate of the speed, and in the same manner, on the other side. Despite SCP-7177 serving as a portal into space, no vacuum effect or consequence of the large pressure difference between both entrances into SCP-7177 has ever been recorded. A star and several planets have been recorded to be within a close proximity to the area of space SCP-7177 serves as a portal to, although the exact distances to these cosmic bodies are unknown. This area otherwise appears to be unremarkable, although, there is a slightly above average concentration of debris in the area when compared to the rest of interplanetary space, such as stone, metal, wood, and synthetic material. Materials that do not naturally occur in space, such as the previously mentioned wood and synthetic materials, are theorized to have been left by humans on previous expeditions into the space. Document created-7198 years ago _ + Document List- Hide this attachment I think you get it now. Just start looking through these and see what looks important. I left you some notes along the way, just to help you understand it. You're the new guy, after all.-Marie scpmailresponse1.doc memo.doc pamphlet.doc chatlog1.doc budget.doc notice.doc report.doc 7177.rev18.doc chatlog2.doc exploration.doc announcement.doc Note to Marie 7177.rev01.doc My Good Friend, Director Simmons, As a representative of the recently formed Foundation personnel workers' union, I'd like to extend my deepest thanks for accepting our requests. I am well aware that the path has been filled with bumps, but I'm very happy that some progression has been made, even if far past overdue. I, and all of your other now happy, healthy, and rested employees, look forward to the future where we can work together to build a greater SCP Foundation. Thank you for your time, Alexei Kosonovich Document created: 17 years ago Note to Employees, 07/05/9601 Hello, this is Site Director Simmons. Let's just get this done quickly. Really? Seriously, strikes? What the hell are you on about? I've read your little manifesto, or "demands", as you call it. Not just your pamphlet, I'm looking at your newsletter as I write this. "Undignified workload?" "Freedom of information?" "Mind-numbing?" Are we living on the same planet? You work possibly the most comfortable job in the world. You spend Foundation time on pushing pencils and stacking files, and you demand to play on your phone as you do it? When I was as young as half of you are, I worked my hands to jelly at the Rye-on-Shirely steel mill, and you didn't hear a chirp from me. What really gets me is the "undignified" part. Some great men and women, all better than you or me, have worked till the grave, plus overtime, for this place. The Foundation isn't a job. It isn't something you can just strike on. It's a lifestyle. I'm sorry that many of you don't feel this way, but that's just your problem, frankly. I understand that our work sometimes feels…confusing. Some may ask why we do it, or why we do it in the way we do. I'm not at liberty to totally answer these questions. But what you need to know that those that are no longer with us knew that keeping this place around is important, and the way we do it is just as crucial. If you change a spritz of a big thing, you might realize too late that that little piece of the whole held up much more than you thought it did. You people strike when you can't play games at work. You're children. So, no, I will not meet a single one of your demands. Stop playing this stupid game before you eat up your savings. Document created: 17 years ago STRIKE FOR WORKERS RIGHTS: BEGINS 03/05/9601 CALL TO ACTION FROM THE SCP FOUNDATION WORKERS RIGHTS ASSOCIATION This pamphlet has reached your office door, or your computer screen, or your windshield (or anywhere else you may have found it) for a reason. That reason is simple: we believe that you agree with us when we say enough is enough. But who are we? We are an association of hardworking, like-brained Foundation employees, just like you. Have you ever organized boxes on one end of a room, and when you finished, your supervisor comes over and says to move it back? We've done that. Have you ever been given hours worth of old files to read, just to skim them all and delete them anyway? We have. Have you ever thought that you've just been given a day's worth of busywork? Don't even start with us. The point here is that our work is monotonous and unfulfilling. To fix this, we demand the following: Increased transparency of reason for action taken by management and higher ranking superiors. Discontinuation of document classification system, as to promote the freer flow of information. More clear managerial instructions Allowal for employees to entertain themselves (within reason) when their current task has been completed and they are awaiting the assignment of another task We hope that we can both at least agree that, at the end of a day's work, we should feel as if we've accomplished something. Please join us on May 3rd in strike to help make this change possible. Please contact Superior Researcher Alexei Kosonovich, Computer Technician Raheem Belghoul, or Assistant Researcher Ken Patterson for more information. Document created: 17 years ago Just so you know, these are some FoundationTalk messages. You'll acclimate to them soon enough, it's pretty much what we use when we want something less formal than computer messages. And, when you have to sift through them for work, they give you little snippets of conversations to read sometimes. It's weird.-Marie FoundationTalk Conversation: A. Kosonovitch/R. Belghoul A. Kosonovitch: Hey Raheem, could I talk to you for a minute? R. Belghoul: OK A. Kosonovitch: I'll get to the point. No one talks about this, and I've just been getting more and more heated about this ever since my 2nd month here. What we do for work is the most monotonous, pointless shit possible. R. Belghoul: Hold on, don't you realize this is FoundationTalk? The higher-ups can read this chat. A. Kosonovitch: I don't care man, we both know it's true. What's worse, I've read through whatever records I can, and nothing has changed for forever. R. Belghoul: I get what your shooting at, I'm just not going to go hungry over my work being boring. A. Kosonovitch: Gore, and I thought you had some integrity. I know you. You're not the type of person to be selling your dignity for $30$ per hour. How can you stand with us doing absolutely nothing for eight hours a day for a bit more than minimum wage? A. Kosonovitch: Raheem, just think about what you did yesterday. You won't tell me, but I sure as hell know. You're a computer guy, so you probably did more of that stuff, but I'd wager I'm my favor that our days were mostly the same. Yesterday, I waited an hour for my manager to give me some work. A shanked hour. Then, he had me help him move his cactus pot from his office to the break area plants' space. It was maybe a kilo, he could've moved it himself. Then, we moved it back because he didn't like how it looked. Then, he dumped a bunch of files on me to read. Useless crap, nobody can tell me why we archive it all. I remember it being a bunch of cafeteria menus from 150 years ago, with some other stuff spritzed in. He gave me an hour to read them and get rid of the stuff we didn't need. I didn't look at a single one and deleted it all after 45 minutes. The manager then came in again, and we had some small talk. I tried to bring up some stuff that interested me. 7177, mostly. Any new research being done? Classified. Anything coming from it? Classified. Anything interesting about it at all? Classified. The only thing he would talk about was our new water closet paper, that scratchy, thin, cheap crap. A. Kosonovitch: Our job is to be office rats. That's it. We "Secure, Contain, Protect" but all we have is 7177, and we can just lock it in a room. A. Kosonovitch: Hell, why do we even have 7177 in the first place? It's the only thing in containment, and we have so many questions. Where does it come from? How does it work? I have no goring clue, and they won't even assign me to it to find out. They recruited me as a researcher, but I've yet to see the science being done in this place. Even if I was assigned there, they wouldn't start any research anyway. Why? Classified. A. Kosonovitch: There's something going on, I know it. Everything's goring classified. But some things I've read, stuff like old reports and memos, have this weird…feel to them, you know? Like there's a few missing bricks we need to finish building the house, and I'd bet it's why this place is so pointless. Is it some big money laundering scheme? Is it some secret government plot? Is it other anomalies? I think the latter? A. Kosonovitch: Think about it, where's 7176? 7178? 4000? 3630? 709? Why do we only have 7177? A. Kosonovitch: All great questions, but people are too busy cowering in fear over falling off the career wagon to ask them. Someone's just gotta step up and say "screw the protocols". A. Kosonovitch: Anyway, the point is that me and some other guys are planning to strike. Yeah, you heard me. We're going to strike over our job being boring, and we're goring proud of it. I know you've got connections, and you're good with computers. I want you to help us out. A. Kosonovitch: Read my messages, Raheem. A. Kosonovitch: Please don't ignore this, man, this is serious. R. Belghoul: Hmm Document created-17 years ago This document is actually older than the next couple ones. Usually they're in order, but sometimes the system just tosses them over to us a bit scrambled. Just thought you'd want to know.-Marie SCP FOUNDATION ANNUAL BUDGET, 7154 The following is a simplified description of the overall spending of $300$ million Bakersfield Confederation dollars (BCD) approved for the SCP Foundation this business year. The following annual budget has been reviewed by the O5 Council, and is only to be viewed by personnel holding Level 4 clearance or above. %7% - Building utilities (electricity, omninet service, etc.) %2% - Site-01 building renovations %60% - Department of Cultural Guidance operations (cultural study, societal influence, etc.) %5% - Building maintenance %5% - Operations towards maintaining Foundation secrecy %18% - Non-Department of Cultural Guidance operations (human assets, material resources, etc.) %2% - Recruitment campaigns conducted in the general public %0.5% - Department of Cultural Guidance recruitment conducted within the Foundation %0.5% Department of Cultural Guidance secrecy operations (conducted within the Foundation) Document created-2464 years ago NOTICE TO THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF CULTURAL GUIDANCE Hello everyone. It's been an honor serving as the head of the Department of Cultural Guidance, and it's been an even greater honor meeting, and working with, some of the best people I've ever happened upon knowing in my life. However, it is my unfortunate burden to tell you all (what I hope is, even if that may sound bad) a blow to your spirit: the Foundation Office of Cultural Guidance is to be dissolved, as of 17/08/8115. It broke my heart to hear the news from Administrator Jacksons, but I have to say that I agree with his decision. We've done our job, people. We've not been the best possible, but we've been mostly successful, I'd say. Do we use dollar signs once when describing a value? No, we put one before and after the number. But do you sign your computer mail the same way people did millennia ago? Yes. However, our influence is no longer necessary or effective. Pensions are available for those who have been employed for 20 years or more. Those with less experience, and those who want to retire later, are free to request a new position, or to explore new opportunities in other fields of employment. Your non-disclosure agreement still applies, however. Do not tell anyone about your time at, or about the existence of, the Department of Cultural Guidance, unless that person holds Level 4 Clearance or above. Goodbye and good luck, Patrick Rodriguez Document created-503 years ago SCP FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF CULTURAL GUIDANCE Cultural Study 399051.d, Conducted by Agent Markovič on 08/22/7693 Media Viewed: Incomplete video copy of the 1994 film Pulp Fiction. Important Details of the Media: The media viewed is a low quality video capture of the 1994 film Pulp Fiction. The footage depicts events in the film at a slightly faster rate of speed than most other physical and digital copies of said film in Foundation possession. The recording begins at the timestamp 0:00 in film, and concludes at the timestamp 34:03 in a typical copy of the film. Details of Cultural Importance:At the timestamp 13:38-13:42 in the media, Jules Winnfield (played by actor Samuel Leroy Jackson) is quoted to say "I dare ya, I double dare you motherfucker, say 'what' one more god damned time!" The word "fuck" is of considerable importance, as the use of the word in this media corroborates with other media that "fuck" was a profane term in the late 20th century. Although "fuck" carries a sexual connotation in this media, evidence collected from various sources that are dated to be from the general time period where Pulp Fiction carried cultural relevance shows that the word was also utilized as an expletive in entirely non-sexual circumstances. This media supports the common observation made about the profanity utilized from the 16th-21st centuries (although, expletives carrying sexual connotations remained popular until the 28th century) and those utilized in the modern day. Common expletives in the former time period often carried sexual connotations (fuck, bitch, cunt, etc.), and common expletives in the latter time period often carry violent connotations (gore, mutilate, shank, etc.) Recommended Future Actions: The reintroduction of expletives carrying sexual connotations is to be done via their increased use on Foundation omninet synthetic intelligence cultural influencers on various social platforms. Expletives carrying violent connotations are to be stigmatized via similar means, and are also to be criticized as vulgar by Foundation-influenced public officials. These suggested actions are estimated to have a %07% success rate. Document created-1925 years ago Item#: 7177 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7177 is to be contained in a standard containment chamber within Site-01. No personnel are to enter SCP-7177-1 under any circumstances. SCP-7177 Description: SCP-7177 is an ornate mirror. The speculum metal that makes up SCP-7177's center is reflective. However, it is not tangible. This threshold in question serves as a portal into Dimension-0002, which is to be referred to as SCP-7177-1. SCP-7177 is present on both sides of the portal effect that the anomaly creates. Although SCP-7177's typical dimensions are 0.5x0.2x1 meters, it has the capability to adjust in size to allow objects larger than its typical dimensions to pass through it, and its dimensions have never been recorded to be larger than 3.2x0.2x6 meters. If any force is applied to SCP-7177 that causes it to move in any way on either side of its portal effect, the corresponding manifestation of SCP-7177 will move at the same rate of the speed, and in the same manner, on the other side. Despite SCP-7177 serving as a portal into an alternate dimension, the environmental conditions of SCP-7177-1 do not appear to affect standard reality. SCP-7177-1 resembles space. A star and several planets have been recorded to be within a close proximity to this area, although the exact distances to these cosmic bodies are unknown. This area otherwise appears to be unremarkable, although, there is an above average concentration of debris in the area when compared to the rest of interplanetary space, such as stone, metal, wood, and synthetic material. Materials that do not occur in space, such as the previously mentioned wood and synthetic materials, are theorized to have been left by humans on previous expeditions into SCP-7177-1. LEVEL 6 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized Addendum.7177.1: SCP-7177, as of 4/16/2386, served as a portal into an area of SCP-7177-1 that is an alternate version of Earth. SCP-7177-1's alternate version of Earth appeared to have experienced large-scale destruction and environmental damage. The color of the sky during the daytime was a dark red hue. Chemical makeup testing and individuals who have inhaled the air present in the atmosphere have reported a noticeable presence of smoke. Although what appear to be man-made structures were present in the anomaly, no humans native to SCP-7177-1 have ever been recorded to exist. SCP-7177-1's alternate version of Earth was almost entirely populated by sparse plant life and anomalous entities, and there were several anomalous phenomena and objects recorded to have been present within the SCP-7177-1. Further research into this is impossible, however, as SCP-7177-1's alternate version of Earth was destroyed at an indeterminant time between 16/04/2386 and 07/12/2388. This addendum will become unavailable for viewing on 08/08/2389, and the remainder of this document will become unavailable for viewing on a date that is to be determined. Reproductions of any of this document are strictly prohibited under penalty of termination. Document created-7230 years ago I can tell this is some more FoundationTalk stuff, but this is still really corrupted. When the files get this old, sometimes that happens. Just snub it off to Jeremy once you're done with all your reading, he'll deal with it.-Marie [[DATA CORRUPTED]] ow the hell do you plan to fix this mess? We've got 4 [[DATA CORRUPTED]] explain that? What do we do? L. Potrozski: Standard Foundation secrecy measures. Your men knew their families would be lied to in situations like this. V. Vannoli: I just never thought it would actually come to this. V. Vannoli: So what next? L. Potrozski: Exploration into SCP-7177-1 has been banned permanently, it looks lik [[DATA CORRUPTED]] destroyed soon enough anyway. As per what Cultural Guidance has already been saying, it's a danger to the Foundation and society. Protocol said to never go through 7177. Now, we just have a reason to ban it for good. It's your department's fault for what happened to those men, anyway V. Vannoli: And, now that we can't go back into 7177-1, what do you expect us to do with the information we already have? L. Potrozski: Good question. What will ha [[DATA CORRUPTED]] classification of the exploration and the main document, and eventually the idea of alternate dimensions will be forgotten. I have revision 19 of the 7177 document ready to go when it's time, and it WILL be the final revision. I guess, in the meantime, you can help support Cultural Guidance's projects. V. Vannoli: So, my department gets screwed over by yours? L. Potrozski: I wouldn't put it like that, but yes. V. Vannoli: Great. You culture guys get the finishing say again. What are you going to do now, convince people they should start calling computing machines "computers" again? L. Potrozski: That's how it was before O55-Bakersfield, so yes, it's part of our job description. That one looks like it will be successful, too. V. Vannoli: Oh, please. L. Potrozski I'm don't want to give you the speech again. The Cultural Guidance Department is simply following the founding philosophy of the Foundation, that being that anomalies are socially disruptive. Now that we have no more anomalies, we just handle other forms of social disruption. V. Vannoli: Like any sort of change in a 300 year-old culture? L. Potrozski: It's what worked. Keeping the boat from rocking is what the Foundation has always bee [[DATA CORRUPTED]] Document created-7232 years ago Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 16/04/2386 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Nu-13 "Date With Destiny" Subject: SCP-7177-1 Team Lead: N13-Com Team Members: N13-1, N13-2, N13-3 Foreword: Due to the efforts of SCP-7177's research team and the wider Foundation research department towards the authorization of an exploration into SCP-7177-1, the O5 Council temporarily waived the prohibition on entry into the anomaly. This allowed an exploration into SCP-7177-1 to be conducted. All members of the squad are equipped with sample collection drones. Video feed begins as the squad is within a close proximity to SCP-7177 within its containment chamber. [BEGIN LOG] Command: One minute until insertion, Nu-13 N13-Com: Great, Command. How're we holding up, guys? N13-3: Good, commander. N13-Com: Good to hear, Patrick. Dusanek? N13-2: I'm ready. Let's get this done. N13-Com: That's the spirit. Nate? N13-1 draws his sidearm from his holster, and he loads a cartridge of ammunition into the weapon. He smiles. N13-1: Let's fuck some shit up. N13-Com gestures to N13-1 for him to lower his firearm, which he does. N13-Com: Woah, woah. I like the enthusiasm, but let's remember our gun safety, okay? N13-1: Alright, dad. N13-Com: Don't forget that I know the man. If I was your dad, I'd already be giving you a licking for pulling that little stunt you just did. N13-1 snorts, removes the ammunition loaded into his sidearm, and returns it to its holster. Command: 30 seconds to insertion. N13-2 begins to gesture with his fingers as he speaks certain words, presumably to clarify that he is quoting N13-1's speech. N13-2: What "shit" are we going to "fuck up" anyway? N13-Com: Not sure. What do we know about this place, Command? Command: Very little, N13-Com. The prohibition on entering SCP-7177-1 was only recently lifted, so we have only had enough time to test the air for chemical makeup and pathogens before the research team forcibly begun the exploration. They said they wanted to conduct the expedition before administration changed their minds. N13-Com: And the air? Command: It's breathable, although not healthy to do so for long. N13-Com: Copy that. N13-1: So, we're going in blind? N13-Com: Looks like it, Nate. N13-3: (quietly, muttering) This should be fun. Command: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1. Operation is clear to begin, Nu-13. N13-Com, begin at your discretion. N13-Com: Copy that. Alright, let's get moving, guys. No point in waiting. Image taken by K13-Com's head-mounted camera. All members of the squad translocate to be within a close proximity of SCP-7177-1's alternate version of Bakersfield, American State. The sky is colored a red hue, and it appears that the time of day is twilight. All members of the squad pass through the center of SCP-7177, and regroup within SCP-7177-1. N13-1: Fuck, it is dark here. Air's smoky, too. N13-3: Yep. Lights on? N13-Com: Yeah, lights on, guys. All members of the squad activate their head-mounted illumilights. N13-Com: Let's set our drones' home here. All members of the squad edit their sample collection drones' "Home" setting on their cellphone's SCP Foundation app to allow said drones to return to SCP-7177 if prompted. N13-2 turns to face one of several bright, vibrating lights present in the near vicinity. N13-2: Woah, what are those? N13-1: What? N13-2: The little lights over there. N13-2 points at the light he is facing towards. The lights are of varying shapes and sizes, and are vibrating in place. N13-3: Yeah, what are those? N13-2: Looks like fireflies. N13-1: Yeah, meter and a half long fireflies. N13-Com: Our lights don't seem to make them less visible, either. Command, how should we continue? Site Command deliberates for nine seconds. Command: You should try to make physical contact the lights, N13-Com, but not with your body. N13-3: I'll do it, commander. N13-Com: Alright, Patrick, but don't be too brave, and definitely don't piss them off. N13-3 approaches the nearest bright light to him and raises his rifle. He ceases movement directly adjacent to it, and attempts to make contact with the light with his firearm. All attempts to do so cause N13-3's rifle to phase through the light. The light does not react to this. N13-3: Huh. The light doesn't even seem to come from anything, it's just flying around. Command: It is noted, N13-3. Regroup and continue. We do not advice you to enter the urban area, Nu-13, as it could be potentially dangerous. N13-Com: Copy that. N13-Com gestures with his arm. N13-Com: This way, guys. N13-3 returns to the location of the remainder of the squad. They begin to move in a northerly direction on an unpaved road. The area is largely a flat, arid, open space, with no visible life. The squad continues moving on the road for 19 minutes. No notable events occur. During this time, expired plant life is occasionally visible in the video feed on the ground, This plant life almost entirely consists of an unknown species of vine. The squad then discovers a large mass adjacent to the road, and moves into the effective range of their illumilights to illuminate the mass. N13-2: What the… The team ceases movement when they are adjacent to a large mass of desiccated vines. The plant matter that makes up the mass appears to have expired. The size of the mass is unclear, although later estimates show that it is approximately three kilometers long, 200 meters wide, and two meters high at its highest point. What appears to be a heavily damaged flyoplane is visible in the mass, although there is no engine attached to its wing. N13-2: That's a lot of vines. N13-1: (sarcastically) What an acute observation. N13-2: Well, is it not? N13-Com: (quietly) Shoot, man… N13-3 turns to face N13-Com. N13-3: What is it, commander? N13-Com: Well, it's just…I used to have these vines that grew on my backyard fence as a kid. Cool looking stuff, even if my parents didn't like it. One summer, it didn't rain, and those vines started dying. They would shrivel up, pieces would fall off, and it would keep happening until the the part near the roots died, and you would just have this little plant corpse. Seeing that, and all the little bits of vines back there, I think that this is the middle, and, and…Jesus. N13-3: This was just the center of the vines? It used to be way bigger? N13-Com nods his head. N13-3: Woof… (Pause.) N13-Com: It's fine, it's dead now, just…let's keep moving. The squad begins to move further along the road in a northerly direction. Nothing eventful occurs. After 7 minutes and six seconds, the squad discovers the carcass of a yellow domesticated dog of the Big Land breed placed on the road. A human skeleton is directly adjacent to it. The domesticated dog carcass does not show any external signs of decomposition, and the word "HELL" is written in several locations on its coat in large block letters. The causes of death for both bodies are unknown. Nothing eventful occurs for another nine minutes and 48 seconds. The squad then discovers a large sign made of heavily deteriorated wood placed at a road junction. The words "THEY LEFT US AND BLAMED THE GOVERNOR. THEY CAN AT LEAST GIVE US FOOD. CACHE AT SITE-47, TURN LEFT AND GO RIGHT AT NEXT SIGN." are written on the sign. The squad ceases movement. N13-Com: We're at a fork in the road, command. How should we continue? Site Command deliberates for 37 seconds. Command: We advise that you continue down the left route in the road. Follow the signs, unless it's a danger to the lives of you or your squad mates. N13-Com: Copy that. Let's get a move on, guys, we're going to whatever this "Site-47" is. The squad begins to move down in a westerly direction along the road. The squad enters a wooded area after four minutes and 39 seconds. Nothing eventful occurs for another three minutes and 13 seconds. The squad then encounters another sign made of heavily deteriorated wood adjacent to the road which has the words "TAKE A RIGHT AND KEEP GOING. 25 MINUTES TO THE SITE." N13-Com: Let's take that right, guys. N13-1: (quietly, sarcastically) Yay, more walking… The squad follows the instructions of the sign, and begins to move in a northerly direction. The squad moves for 14 minutes and 27 seconds, at which point they enter a clearing in the wooded area. The stakes in the ground, fire pit in the center of the area, and tent poles and small pieces of nylon scattered around the area suggest that this clearing was previously utilized as a campsite. There are several pieces of furniture placed in the area, such as chairs, tables, and water coolers, that would be generally considered inappropriate for a typical campsite. There is a sign made of heavily deteriorated wood placed near the area that has the words "HOSPITAL CAMP, SITE-47 TRAVELERS GO AROUND." written on it. There are several heavily decomposed human skeletons in the area, with most of them placed near the edge of the clearing. Each skeleton has experienced some degree of damage in largely unique ways. There are also three structures composed of gears and clockwork constructed in a humanoid shape in this assembly. N13-2's video feed shows a deteriorated human skull placed near the firepit. There are several teeth that appear to have grown into the nasal cavity, eye sockets, and ear canals. N13-2: What the fu-? Jesus…command, we've ever seen something like this? (Pause.) Command: No, N13-2, that skull is like nothing any medical expert in this room has ever examined before. Attach it to your sample collection drone and send it "Home". N13-2 attaches the skull to his sample collection drone and prompts it to return to SCP-7177. The drone successfully transports the skull to SCP-7177. However, when Foundation agents are transporting the skull through SCP-7177 to standard reality, all teeth and roots not located in the typical dental arch demanifest. DNA analysis of the skull show it to be identical to humans. The time of death is estimated to have been approximately 200 years ago. The squad continues in a northerly direction for eight minutes and 47 seconds, at which point a large concrete structure becomes visible. A concrete wall with sharpened wire placed on its highest section surrounds the structure, although there are several locations where the wall has collapsed. N13-3: This must be Site-47, huh? N13-1: Looks just like the place I'd want to eat at. N13-2 and N13-Com lightly chuckle. N13-Com: Well, I hope you like it, because we're going in there. N13-1: Like it? It's just like my Gran's place up in Dakota. N13-Com: Just get in there, you. N13-Com gestures N13-1 to continue forward, and the remainder of the squad follows him through an opening in the wall. The structure is a largely rectangular, concrete building. An entrance area with a wall composed of glass panes is located on the side of the structure the squad is facing, although, all of the glass panes presumably previously placed in the wall are shattered. A large Foundation insignia and the words "SCP Foundation" and "Site-47" are engraved into the structure above the entrance area. A smaller, crude engraving is also visible, with the words "FUCK YOU" engraved on the structure wall. Several large openings in the building's concrete structure, and the area surrounding the building, are visible. N13-1: Yep, just like Gran's place. N13-2 lightly strikes N13-1 on the back of his head. The squad then enters the entrance area of the structure. The squad enters a large, dilapidated room. There is no lighting, and the squad entirely relies on their illumilights for visibility. The area is largely undecorated, although furniture attached to the structure itself, including several desks located on the side of the room opposite to the squad, are present. There are several water leakages present in the ceiling. There is a fire-flight staircase, a general use staircase, and several elevators located along the walls of the building, although several elevator doors are open despite the lack of an elevator present on the floor. N13-1: Yeah, just like- N13-2: Shut the fuck up. The joke's over. N13-3: Definitely. What the hell is up with this place? N13-2: Judging from the stuff outside, it looks like some old Foundation stuff. N13-3: That doesn't make sense, the Foundation hasn't ever even been in 7177-1 until now. N13-1: It's an alternate universe, man, anything can happen. This looks like a reception area, there's just no place to sit. N13-3: Maybe somebody stole the stuff at that camp from here? N13-Com: We'll find out. Command, how do we continue. Command: Go down the stairwell, Nu-13. Explore the floor that seems as if it would have the most valuable information. N13-Com: Copy that. The squad moves to the entrance of the general use stairwell. However, the stairwell is inaccessible, as the stairs that make up the stairwell are largely destroyed, making a safe descent deeper into the structure impossible. N13-3: Shoot. N13-2: How do we get down? (Pause.) N13-1: Fire-flight? N13-Com: Yeah, that actually might work. Let's try that. The squad relocates to the fire-flight stairwell, which is in considerably better condition than the general use stairwell. N13-Com: Nice thinking, Nate. N13-1: The only time you'll ever tell me that. N13-Com scoffs. The squad begins to descend down the stairwell. They descend down 17 flights of stairs. N13-Com ceases his movement, and he gestures for the other members of the squad to do so. There is a doorway labelled "Keter Level Containment/Storage C" nearby the squad. There is no door present in the doorway. N13-Com: Let's stop here, this should be good. N13-1: Why did we have to go down all those stupid stairs? Why not just choose Level 1 for now? N13-Com: Because no one would keep anything important near the top. We have to go deeper to find the cool stuff. N13-1: Alright, fine. The squad moves through the doorway into a dilapidated hallway, although it is in generally better condition than the surface level room of the structure. N13-Com: Command, we've encountered something that might be dangerous. How should we proceed? Command: Enter the room, Nu-13, but be cautious. We will look through records and known human languages to see if we can discover what this "Keter" means. N13-Com: Copy that. Let's check it out, guys. The squad enters the room. There are several freezers, glass display cases, and medical instruments, but they are all gathered in a large accumulation on the room's east wall. There is an alarm clock placed on the center of a pedestal in the center of the room. A severely rusted mechanical arm is placed directly adjacent to it. The mechanical arm is connected to a small generator with a cable. (Pause.) N13-2: What? N13-1: Yep, not what I intended to see N13-Com: Alright guys, I know. Do we have any record of an SCP-498? Command: No. N13-Com: Huh. (Pause.) N13-1: I guess they'll want this for samples? N13-1 picks up the alarm clock. Command: No, N13-1, we'd rather not delay the expedition by forcing you to return to the surface to launch your drone. Take it with you when you're exiting this floor level. N13-1 places the alarm clock on its side on the edge of the pedestal. N13-1: Alright. Command: I think we've seen enough, Nu-13. N13-Com: Copy that. Let's keep moving. The squad exits the room. The squad then moves further into the structure. There are several openings in the walls and ceiling of the structure. Some of these openings are connected to other rooms, and several of them connect to floors on lower or higher levels. These openings do not appear to be intentionally designed into the structure due to the apparently forceful nature that they were created, as evidenced by their uneven shape and the debris nearby them. Furniture is occasionally seen in inappropriate places, such as in hallways. However, there are no notable events for five minutes and 53 seconds. The squad then ceases movement when they are directly adjacent to a room labelled "SCP-5965 Storage". The door to the room is open. N13-Com: Let's check out this one. N13-1: You think it'll be weirder, or no? N13-Com: Let's find out. N13-1: I'd rather not find out if it's, you know, really weird. The squad enters the room. There are several freezers located in the room. The tiles that make up the roof have largely caved in due to water damage. The room is in generally worse condition than the rest of the rooms on the level. N13-3: This room is…strangely familiar. N13-2: Like déjà vu? N13-3: No, not like that. It's just similar to other stuff I've seen before. Command: You may possibly recognize the similarities between this room and many Foundation mort- The faint sound of the alarm of an alarm clock is then heard in the general direction that the squad has just came from. The sound does not cease. N13-1: What the fuck is that? (Pause.) N13-1: No, it can't be that alarm clock, can it? N13-2: I don't know. Can it be, genius? The sound of the alarm clock's alarm becomes noticeably louder. N13-Com: Wait, we walked away from that thing for like, seven minutes, right? It must be super far away now. And how much building is in between us and it? Command, how loud should that thing be by now? (Pauses.) Command: To be as audible as it is now, our rough estimate is approximately 100 decibels. The sound of the alarm clock's alarm becomes noticeably louder. No member of the squad speaks for seven seconds. N13-Com: If it's that loud, and it seems to only get louder… (Pauses.) N13-Com takes hold of N13-1's collar. N13-Com: (screaming) Nate, you fucking idiot! That arm turns the clock off, and you moved it out of its way! We need to get the hell out of here! N13-Com forces N13-1 towards the room's doorway. N13-Com: Move! Fucking move, people! All members of the squad exit the room and begin to run as a group away from the sound of the alarm clock. However, the sound becomes increasingly louder as the footage continues. After one minute and 41 seconds, the structure begins to be physically effected by the intensity of the alarm's volume. Glass begins to shatter, objects begin to fall from their previous positions onto the floor, and the squad struggles to run due to the tremors in the structure caused by the intensity of the alarms volume. The squad appears to experience physical pain due to the intense volume of the alarm. After another one minute and 13 seconds, the structure begins to collapse. After 16 seconds, A slab of concrete falls through the ceiling, fatally striking N13-Com and N13-3, and also causing the remainder of the squad to be unable to continue further down the hallway they are running through. The remaining members of the squad attempt to retrace their route, presumably in an attempt to find an exit from the structure. Blood begins to flow from each remaining squad member's ears. It is presumed that their eardrums have been ruptured. After 17 seconds, N13-1 is struck by several smaller pieces of rubble falling from the ceiling, killing him. N13-2 is mortally wounded due to the floor collapsing under him after 35 seconds, causing him to fall to lower levels of the structure. After a minute and six seconds, the sound of the alarm clock's alarm ceases. It is theorized that the alarm clock itself was destroyed by the structure collapsing around it. All camera feeds are of the rubble that has buried the squad members. No notable events occur after this, as the squad members' cameras begin to deplete their battery holds, causing N13-Com's video feed to cease after six hours and 37 minutes, N13-2's video feed to cease after another 39 seconds, N13-1's video feed to cease after another 13 minutes, and N13-2's video feed to cease after another eight minutes and nine seconds. [END LOG] Note-Due to the events of this log, further exploration into SCP-7177-1 has been prohibited. At an unknown time between 16/04/2386 and 07/12/2388 (the date of the second entrance of Foundation personnel into SCP-7177-1), SCP-7177-1's alternate version of Earth was destroyed due to unknown reasons. Anomalous activity on the planet is considered the most likely cause. Document created-7232 years ago Message to the O5 Council, 10/11/2056 Hello, this is the Administrator I'd like to start off by saying this: we've done well. We figured out a way to throw SCP-2460 out of orbit. Operation Candlelight was a complete success, and now the Insurgency is just a shattered husk of what it was. 7177 even helped us put an end to 871 and a couple other world-enders when this all started. But, mostly, we've just been lucky. Lucky that 094 has been growing much slower than we thought it would. Lucky that 169 seems like it's dead, not sleeping. Lucky that 4217 didn't destroy your folks' private yacht when it surfaced near you. Lucky that the Scarlett King hasn't broken through into our reality yet. Lucky that no one knows about the hell we put ourselves through to keep this whole thing together. But, in the end, we can't be lucky forever. No matter how much money and men we have at our disposal, there's no way to get around that we've been holding ourselves together with duct tape and bubblegum. And, after everything just started falling apart in March, we all knew our time was almost up. And it is. We're done. We've delayed it as long as we could, but it's over. Protocol O55-Bakersfield has been concluded. It breaks my heart to leave so many people behind, we've barely got 500 million in 7177-1, but leaving our men to die in the old world, and delaying rebuilding the new, is just a waste now. However, I can't help think something about this whole thing is funny, too. The last straw wasn't a mass exposure to SCP-096, or the final chain breaking in 2317. No. Yesterday, 4910 ran through Site-93. Half of the staff was killed, and much of the equipment was damaged, including a lot in Storage Area-33. Poor bastards had teeth growing in their lungs. Somehow, it let SCP-1262, among others, escape. The thing trapped 4910 downstairs. Maybe it's dead, who cares? So, because of this, it had time to grow into the site. We can't even get close to it, and its towers keep firing on our helicopters trying to look for survivors. Site-93 and the surrounding area are 1262's territory now, and our men on the ground are scattered with nowhere to go. We lost their main base of operations. We lost Iceland, and, by extension, the whole North Atlantic. That's what convinced me to pull the plug on O55-Bakersfield. It's just a waste of time and lives now. But now, we're in the present, and we look to the future. The Foundation WILL stick around, even if we have no anomalies to handle. It may seem pointless, but history shows that the world needs us, or everything just goes off the rails. Even, if in thousands of years, we don't know why we exist, we must continue to do so in the same way as now. 7177 offers us a chance, and now, the world is on our terms. We will rebuild the society, just like how it was before it was gone. Some of you may object to this. I don't know why you would. You may say that putting the world back together like it exactly was is unnecessary. Really? The truth is that the Foundation has always been about control in it's purest form. That's not inherently a bad thing, our control has saved humanity countless times. Luck, chance, probability, they all helped us to some degree before, but they also tore us apart in the end. Luck made what we have done, and will do, necessary. What we had works. Leaving the world up to luck is, frankly, foolish. Let's make our own luck, and control our own destiny. You may say that we don't need to exist because there is nothing to contain. On the contrary, anomalies just got in the way of the preservation of society. Any correct understand of how we work sees that as our true goal. We will still exist tomorrow, even without things to keep in boxes and cages. The old, unnatural world won't be forgotten, it will be buried, and the monsters with it. Only a few of us will know the old, and, even then, they will eventually bury it, too. It will all be destroyed, and future generations will forget it all with time. Eventually, they won't bother themselves with the old at all. They won't hurt themselves with the toys we put away. We abandon the dark, so that we may guide the light. Document created-7562 years ago Hey Marie, I'm just leaving this message for you. I accidentally put this in between the 2nth to last and last document, and completely truthfully, I just don't feel like moving it. I kinda slicked by the strike stuff, but I didn't really read the rest. I guess I'm already developing a SCP Foundation attitude ha ha. We'll be fine deleting this, it doesn't look like we need it.-Terry Document created-1 second ago Item#: 7177 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7177 is to be contained in a standard containment chamber within Site-47. No personnel are to enter SCP-7177-1 without the authorization of an appropriate supervisor. SCP-7177 Description: SCP-7177 is an ornate mirror. The speculum metal that makes up SCP-7177's is reflective. However, it is not tangible. This threshold in question serves as a portal into Dimension-0HB3AK-C, which has been designated SCP-7177-1. SCP-7177 is present on both sides of the portal effect that the anomaly creates. Although SCP-7177's typical dimensions are 0.5x0.2x1 meters, it has the capability to adjust in size to allow objects larger than its typical dimensions to pass through it, although its dimensions have never been recorded to be larger than 3.2x0.2x6 meters. If any force is applied to SCP-7177 that causes it to move in any way on either side of its portal effect, the corresponding manifestation of SCP-7177 will move at the same rate of the speed, and in the same manner, on the other side. This principle is true even if it causes SCP-7177 to make contact with an object, which will cause the anomaly to phase through the object in question. Despite SCP-7177 serving as a portal into an alternate dimension, the environmental conditions of SCP-7177-1 do not appear to affect standard reality. SCP-7177-1 is a dimension that is almost identical to the universe as it was on 01/23/2009, the first day that a human entered SCP-7177-1. The passage of time in SCP-7177-1 does not occur unless a human is present in the dimension. Humans do not naturally exist in SCP-7177-1, despite the man-made structures located within the anomaly. Anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena have never been recorded to exist within SCP-7177-1. Anomalous objects and entities that enter SCP-7177-1 from baseline reality demanifest when making contact with SCP-7177's speculum metal center. Anomalous phenomena occurring in baseline reality do not occur within SCP-7177-1, even when SCP-7177 is located within the effective range of an anomalous effect. Amnestics are not capable of function within SCP-7177-1. LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized Addendum.7177.1: In order to utilize the anomalous effects of SCP-7177, Protocol O55-Bakersfield was developed on 05/23/2014. The following is a description of Protocol O55-Bakersfield. SCP-7177 is to be placed in the nearest large population center (as of the time of writing, SCP-7177 is located in Site-47, with the nearest appropriate population center being Bakersfield, California). All civilians and authorized Foundation personnel are to be invited to permanently reside in SCP-7177-1. Foundation elements within SCP-7177-1 are to initially organize the settlement of the anomaly's alternate version of Bakersfield, California. Foundation secrecy is to be maintained, and all Foundation activities during this time are to be publicly attributed to world governments and international institutions. Remaining Foundation resources within baseline reality are to continue current containment protocols, relocate civilians to SCP-7177-1, and combat anomalous elements. Personnel are to inhibit anomalous entities, objects, and phenomena to the best of their abilities from destroying human civilization in baseline reality. Protocol O55-Bakersfield is to be undergone only in the event of large-scale containment failure within the Foundation, and the subsequent failure of the Foundation to avert an XK End-of-the-World scenario. The cessation of Protocol O55-Bakersfield marks the end of Foundation efforts towards the preservation of humanity within baseline reality, and the beginning of Foundation efforts towards the building and preservation of human society within SCP-7177-1. Document created-7609 years ago ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7177" by Blue Foot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7177. Licensed under CC-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: mirror1.jpg Name: Wall mirror MET ES2416.jpg Author: The Lesley and Emma Sheafer Collection, Bequest of Emma A. 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SCP-7178 | keter | Wherein a creature steals from those who now call it a friend. Calibold SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item #: SCP-7178 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to monitor emergency service lines for any calls regarding SCP-7178 sightings. Any confirmed reports are to be intercepted and fully investigated by personnel posing as law enforcement or first responders. Determination by Foundation administration over whether or not to fully contain SCP-7178 is ongoing. Description: SCP-7178 is a large humanoid entity of seemingly biomechanical construction. Most of its features seem to resemble those of a stereotypical goblin from European fantasy, featuring an elongated nose and ears. It wears a plain black cloak which reaches its ankles, leaving most of its body covered. SCP-7178 will occasionally appear late at night in the bedrooms and living quarters of children or anyone under the custody of their legal parents, so long as they are alone at the time1. Despite its appearance, it will regard its targets gently and comfortingly, often embracing and speaking quietly to them. During its manifestation, SCP-7178 will remove something from its target which is causing them harm or distress. This can include physical objects as well as concepts or afflictions. Addendum 7178.1: The following is a list of some of the first discovered SCP-7178 manifestations. A full list of incidents can be found in Incident Log 7178-A. Notes: First documented instance of SCP-7178, was reported to emergency services by the target's parents. Description: SCP-7178 manifested in the bedroom of James Found, a 6-year-old boy living in Little Rock, Arkansas. Found had recently been diagnosed with a potentially lethal brain tumor which had been causing him significant pain. According to him, SCP-7178 sat on the foot of his bed and complimented him on his bravery and optimism. They briefly conversed before SCP-7178 disappeared. Following the incident, Found's pain reportedly ended; later medical scans determined that his tumor had completely disappeared. Head Researcher Notes: While this is an undeniably kind act, I suggest further surveillance of SCP-7178 and the effects it has on the children; we know nothing about SCP-7178 or what it could do. — Dr. Abigail Regimen Notes: This incident marks the first visual recording of SCP-7178. Description: SCP-7178 manifested behind the curtains of the bedroom of Kenji Noda, a 13-year old boy in Tokyo, Japan. Noda's father had installed security cameras in his son's room, unbeknownst to him. SCP-7178 remained mostly obscured, though it seemed to be holding its head in a way suggesting that it was in pain; Noda could be seen curled up on his pillow, seemingly crying. While much too quiet to be discernible, SCP-7178 spoke to Noda for several minutes until he eventually fell asleep, at which time SCP-7178 escaped via the window. Later analysis of the footage shows that it has been placed on a loop, indicating that SCP-7178 had "stolen" the camera's recording ability. Head Researcher Notes: I'm not quite sure what's happening here, or what it's trying to help the kid with. — Dr. Abigail Regimen Description: SCP-7178 manifested in the hospital room of Olivia Vieira, an 11-year-old girl in Teresena, Brazil. Vieira had recently suffered a major accident which left her completely deaf. SCP-7178 apparently conversed with her by "speaking in [her] head," although she was unwilling to relay what it had said to her. Notably, she remembered seeing a "fuzzy gray box" floating near SCP-7178's head, a detail which remained consistent in future reports. Following the incident, Vieira's deafness had been completely healed. Head Researcher Notes: SCP-7178 seems to be genuinely attempting to help its targets, although I worry about it overstepping or causing more problems than it solves. — Dr. Abigail Regimen Description: SCP-7178 manifested in the bedroom of Sarah Jackson, a 16-year-old-girl in Dallas, Texas. She had recently suffered from injuries from unknown sources, though her friends suspected that they had been inflicted by her father, who had been apparently disapproving of her after she had come out as a transgender woman to him. SCP-7178 had entered the bedroom via her window; notably, despite her claims that she tried to converse with the entity, it did not respond to her. It instead simply placed a hand on her head before embracing her and fleeing through her bedroom window. Following this, she relayed the incident to her friends and became remarkably more outgoing and optimistic. She claimed to have no memories of any altercations with her father, who she says had suddenly become seemingly afraid of her. Head Researcher Notes: I strongly recommend we check on this kid and make sure he's okay, but I'm also concerned about SCP-7178's willingness to actually alter people's minds, especially if it misidentifies what it believes to be abuse. I have a son of my own and I know how teenagers can change and get into fights with parents, but it's not the same thing as abuse. — Dr. Abigail Regimen NOTICE: Head Researcher Abigail Regimen has been reported missing. Until she can be found, Assistant Researcher David Faust will be taking control of SCP-7178 research. Per protocol, her daughter will be temporarily placed into Foundation care until an eligible guardian can be found and notified. Addendum 7178.2: Recently, all reports of SCP-7178 have included a second entity, designated SCP-7178-1. SCP-7178-1 is a shadowy, indiscernible figure. It does not interact with or acknowledge any of the individuals SCP-7178 meets; instead, it follows SCP-7178 around, and although it makes no sound, its body language and behavior indicates that it is berating and yelling at SCP-7178. Occasionally, SCP-7178-1 will physically strike SCP-7178 . The cause of SCP-7178-1's sudden appearance and its behavior is unknown. Footnotes 1. Due to the circumstances of its manifestation, video or photographic evidence of SCP-7178 is sparse, though its effects following its manifestations remain undeniable. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. Donkman and the Heinous Hitman It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Eldritch Chapter One - The End — GoI Formats — Manifest 476: Vanishing Galleon The Book Of Mathisi, Chapter 1: The Parable Of The Three Princes LTE-8686-Yellow-Kewpie UIU File: 2001-023 — Other — Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Guide Decommissioning Department Hub Fortune Favors Decommissioning Dept. Theme Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Mega Cool Author Page Tool Ver. 1.4.0 Calibold's Mega Cool Alternate SCP Logos Page Calibold's Mega Cool Art Page — Co-Authored — Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf) I, Hub (feat. many other authors) Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred) SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi) SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. 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SCP-7179 | safe | Wherein a man dies. Calibold SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page SCP-7179. Item #: SCP-7179 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7179 is unable to be accessed or witnessed through non-anomalous means, containment is not required. Description: SCP-7179 refers to an unknown number of cubic extradimensional spaces, measuring approximately 10 km on each edge. Upon any human's death, their consciousness is transported to an instance of SCP-7179, where they will physically remanifest in the same state as they were upon death, except in perfect health. Based on limited observation and experimentation, there are no known cases of human death where the consciousness does not appear in an SCP-7179. Aside from insignificant differences between each of them, instances of SCP-7179 are functionally identical. Each space is an oceanic environment with a single tropical island in the center. The environment of the space remains at a consistent temperature: one which is of adequate comfort to the deceased individual. Furthermore, SCP-7179 instances never display stormy or otherwise violent weather, and the sun perpetually remains directly above the island, leaving it in eternal daytime. As there seems to be no natural wind in SCP-7179, there is no natural water activity either. Individuals attempting to leave an SCP-7179 instance simply end up on the opposite edge of the same space, with SCP-7179 acting as a functional omnilock. Additionally, the passage of time within SCP-7179 is highly inconsistent with that of baseline reality. Plant life in SCP-7179 bears several different species of edible, tropical fruits. Other fruits of unknown species are also present which are analogous to substances such as alcohol, methamphetamine, and cocaine. Animal life includes several varieties of tropical birds, butterflies, and a few instances of domestic pigs. On the coast of each island is a beach house which contains various amenities and furniture for sustainable living. Each house is home to up to three human beings of sexual preference to the inhabitant; these beings seemingly bear no will of their own and are completely loyal to the deceased, but are otherwise completely identical to normal humans. Injuries suffered by humans within SCP-7179 heal at a normal rate, although death is impossible; seemingly fatal injuries are thus recoverable, albeit quite painfully. Addendum 7179.1: The Department of Tactical Theology was able to fully observe an instance of SCP-7179 using the experimental Intelligent Soul Interface Construct, Dante.isic. The construct is memetic in nature and fuses with the consciousness via the noosphere, allowing data to be relayed back to the physical world.1 Dante.isic was covertly applied to Paul Hiddleston, a 34-year-old man diagnosed with untreatable brain cancer. Hiddleston perished shortly after the construct was applied, and his consciousness was transported to SCP-7179. [Arrival]: Hiddleston arrives on his instance of SCP-7179. He is standing next to a small beach house. Three women, appearing to be in their mid-twenties, walk out of the house to greet him. After gaining his composure and becoming accustomed to SCP-7179, Hiddleston finds himself comfortable and begins to engage in frequent pleasurable activities, such as eating, drinking, drug use, and sexual intercourse. [2 years]: Over time, Hiddleston starts to drink and partake in mind-altering fruits with much greater frequency, more than any other activities. [3 years]: Hiddleston starts neglecting to eat at all for considerable periods of time. He occasionally attempts to converse with the women on the island, but is frustrated by their lack of agency or individuality. [5 years]: Hiddleston ceases his former activities altogether, spending much of his time wandering SCP-7179. [6 years]: Hiddleston becomes panicked and attempts to leave SCP-7179, building a raft from one of the island's trees. Each time he reaches the edge of SCP-7179, he appears on the opposite side. After several attempts, Hiddleston collapses in despair for multiple days until he regains his composure and continues his prior activities. [7 years]: Hiddleston uses the wildlife and plant life on the island to begin pursuing culinary activities. He constructs basic farms and pens to keep and breed animals. His mental state improves as he continues to develop his skills. [18 years]: Hiddleston has become an expert in cooking, having both replicated dishes from memory and created new ones. He shows no signs of ceasing as he begins attempting to cross-breed various plants. [37 years]: Hiddleston continues his endeavors, though he begins to show signs of weariness and boredom. [81 years]: Hiddleston has once again regressed into a depressive state. He seeks out other ways to occupy his time and eventually begins studying construction. He starts assembling tools and equipment for building. [101 years]: After a great deal of trial and error, Hiddleston assembles his first house. He continues building. [287 years]: Through a constant maintaining of trees and frequent building projects, Hiddleston is able to cover the island with rudimentary structures. He then focuses his efforts towards maintaining and upgrading the structures until he has mastered their fortification. [416 years]: Hiddleston, through study, experimentation, and experience, has managed to fully fortify each structure into usable housing. He begins expanding his structures, adding extra stories and decor, as well as building various watercraft. [850 years]: Hiddleston's efforts slowly start winding down again as his ability to produce lumber and harvest natural resources reaches equilibrium with his construction expansion. He starts to tear down and rebuild structures in new ways, remixing them over centuries. [2,009 years]: Despite his frequent activity, Hiddleston shows worsening symptoms of depression and anxiety, and he starts to seriously consider the concept of endless life in SCP-7179. His mental state continues to degrade as he searches for ways to keep a sound mind. [5,478 years]: Hiddleston starts tearing through his structures without reason; the whole village is torn down after several months. He starts rebuilding again. [11,902 years]: Hiddleston attacks the three women, tearing their bodies apart. He shows symptoms of severe stress after doing so, and attempts but fails to take his own life by drowning himself. He continues to build over time, but intersperses his projects with bodily harm to himself. [19,600 years]: The three women are fully reassembled. By this point, Hiddleston has grown numb to the concept of violence, and begins bodily experimentation on them. [124,000 years]: Hiddleston builds a crude structure designed to crush him to death under the weight of several thousand tons of lumber and stone. Upon activation, it completely mangles and destroys his body. [900,000 years]: Hiddleston is fully healed. While the experience appears to have been unbearably painful for him, the stimulus allows him relief from the boredom. He repeats the process in multiple different fashions. [5,800,000 years]: Hiddleston burns himself alive. His body is fully reduced to ashes before the fire naturally dissipates. [16,000,000 years]: Hiddleston is fully healed. He makes many similar self-destructive attempts upon himself, but each time grows more numb to the experience. [1,200,000,000 years]: Hiddleston ceases to exhibit rationality as he struggles to find new stimuli as the millennia pass. … … [8,500,000,000 years]: Hiddleston tries to leave. He fails. … … … … [30,000,000,000 years]: Hiddleston looks towards the sun. It has not set. … … … … … … … … [1,000,000,000,000 years]: Hiddleston ceases physical activity, as no experience is able to provide him with new stimuli. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … [5x1028!2 years]: All potential permutations of particles within SCP-7179 have been theoretically reached. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … [10100! years]: One second of eternity has passed. Footnotes 1. The opposite, transferring data to the construct or the deceased, is not possible. 2. A number too large to ever represent in standard notation. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. Donkman and the Heinous Hitman It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Eldritch Chapter One - The End — GoI Formats — Manifest 476: Vanishing Galleon The Book Of Mathisi, Chapter 1: The Parable Of The Three Princes LTE-8686-Yellow-Kewpie UIU File: 2001-023 — Other — Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Guide Decommissioning Department Hub Fortune Favors Decommissioning Dept. Theme Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Mega Cool Author Page Tool Ver. 1.4.0 Calibold's Mega Cool Alternate SCP Logos Page Calibold's Mega Cool Art Page — Co-Authored — Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf) I, Hub (feat. many other authors) Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred) SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi) SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. CityToast) — Foreign — Director Bold's Proposal — Language SCP-LA-II — Fruit D is for "Dermatology" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub F is for "Fallout" E is for Eternity ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7179" by Calibold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7179. Licensed under CC-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: hell.jpg Name: Seaside Tropical Island Author: Pixabay License: CC0 Source Link: https://snappygoat.com/s/?q=tropical+island#aac58012973f4727a0932083e7ac42e329c2642c,0,120. |
SCP-7180 | euclid | $ SCiPview login -u okay2 •••••••••• Mod:OLYMPIA.EXE requires legacy mode. Latest compatible document: 2001-02-25 Load INTERV01.TSV .. modified 1982-01-21 Load PROCLIST.TSV .. ENOENT_ ITEM #: SCP-7180 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: (4) EKHI ITEM: SCP-7180 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: (4) EKHI On April 13–14 1957, SCP-7180 manifested for 36 hours in ████, Switzerland, resulting in at least 287 fatalities. The only known survivor of the event was a child recovered during Exploration 7180-1, "Subject O". Special Containment Procedures: Promote use of the word "OK" and other Effective Graphemes in written and spoken communication, worldwide, to convey sentiments of affirmation, security and good health. Appoint consultants with influence in the fields of vernacular language, mass media, graphic design and writing standards. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) Subject O: After considering your request, we have granted you permission to review this document. We hope this will motivate you to comply with our instructions. disregard Special Containment Procedures. Proceed to Description section (scroll down). Under Antimemetics Division Initiative "Everything is OK", Foundation Staff and consultants are invited to propose containment strategies to the office of Dr. Kay. Accepted proposals may be rewarded with two weeks paid leave. Active projects include: (See Addenda 1 and 3 for details) (1996–) Advance text message technology in cellular phones (1990–) Discourage use of cursive writing in Generation Y (1981–) Promote "OK" as keyword in computer interfaces (1962–) Endorse "OK" in journalistic style guides (1958–) Maintain "OK" as radio codeword (1940–) Bankroll productions of "Oklahoma!" by Rodgers and Hammerstein Effective Graphemes in Practice SCP-7180 is contained by widespread written usage of Effective Graphemes within population centers. Active containment measures promote the following "pervasive set": Jia's Heuristic Classification, Rev.4. 1. Converges 3–4 lines near a closed form. 2. Affirms a subject of value to the reader. 3. Is visually perceived or visualized. 4. Is a prefix or stand-alone word. Grapheme System Connotations OK — okay English, Spanish, French, Portuguese, +13 more Affirmation, Security, Health 好 Hanzi Good, Kind, Right ठीक Hindi Just, Correct, Normal نعم Arabic "Yes" সত্য1 Bengali True хорошо Russian Good 예 Hangul "Yes" ☥2 Egyptian Hieroglyph Life Containment personnel must read or write Effective Graphemes at least hourly while working. If this is not feasible, personnel shall undergo training to visualize spoken Graphemes. Yes, the other folks here will poke fun at you — take it with pride. If no one takes our work seriously, that means we're doing a good job. — Dr. O. Kay Description: SCP-7180 is a pandemic antimeme3 which rapidly erases human procedural memory and most forms of recorded information during "Manifestation Events". Containment procedures are largely self-sustaining and appear to be effective in halting SCP-7180 activity worldwide. Total containment renders SCP-7180 difficult to study; most research is based on a single Manifestation Event in April 1957. Individuals affected by SCP-7180 permanently cease all voluntary activity. Victims will no longer seek food, water, comfort, warmth or breathable air. Attempts to develop a deployable method of rehabilitation were unsuccessful (see Procedure 7180-Olympia). Consequently, the Ethics Committee has determined that this condition is comparable to brain death; subjects encountered in this state are to be summarily euthanized by lethal injection. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) Read the complete text of this Description section. Afterwards, check feelings. Iff you are experiencing anxiety, :alert assistant Kay. SCP-7180 is believed to spread through written information and/or representative imagery. The severity and range of its effects appear to increase in proportion to net volume and distance of information exchange; with the advent of the World Wide Web, a breach of containment is hypothesized to pose an OK-Class "Terminal Ambivalence" Scenario. Recorded information in a Manifestation Event Zone will rapidly deteriorate in legibility, according to physical processes which parallel the method of recording.4 All primary sources attesting Manifestation Events prior to 1957 are presumed lost, along with most other pertinent records. Documentation recovered from an archive in Oklahoma City, OK suggests containment activities have been in effect for at least 160 years. + Addendum 1: Record of Containment Activities Prior to 1957 The design and promotion of "OK" and other Effective Graphemes predate Foundation efforts, with evidence of containment activities independently practiced by a number of organizations in the 19th and 20th centuries. The lack of primary sources attesting these activities has led to speculation that SCP-7180 may be sentient and capable of conducting targeted attacks on information related to its containment. SCP-7180 was originally contained by unknown actors in the mid-to-late 1800s. Despite early Foundation involvement, Grapheme deficiency set in by 1925. This record is incomplete. Foundation staff and consultants are encouraged to submit any suspected evidence of historical containment activity to the office of Dr. Kay. Origin Unknown, 03/1839 Activity The Boston Morning Post prints a satirical article proposing the misspelled abbreviation "o.k." signifying "All Correct" or "Oll Korrect". Status Effective Notes The joke is adopted into upper-class vernacular in certain locales of the Eastern U.S.A. Connotations Affirmation, Stupidity. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) We are trying to discover who contained SCP-7180 first. Why do you imagine they used a joke? (:answer now) Origin Unknown, 06/1840 Activity Campaign officials for Martin Van Buren's re-election run adopt the nickname "Old Kinderhook", printing "Vote for OK" and forming an "OK Club" for supporters. Status Effective (Historical) Notes Substantial increase in references to "OK" during and after the campaign. Negative connotations are noted among Van Buren's opponents during the campaign: "out of kash", "out of kharacter", "orrfully konfused", "oll kwarrelling". References to "Oll Korrect" also increased substantially in prevalence. Connotations Affirmation, Experience, Incompetence, Corruption. Origin Unknown, 01/1849 Activity The Magnetic Telegraph Company institutes "OK" as an acknowledgement signal on both private and government lines. Status Effective Notes The signal became a de facto standard in the telegraphy. Connotations Affirmation, Retention. To prevent all doubt of the reception of messages, no message will be regarded as received by the office to which it has been transmitted until the signal "O.K." has been received acknowledging its reception. — Magnetic Telegraph Company, January 1849 Origin Unknown, 10/1881 Activity A gunfight involving several well-known outlaws in Tombstone, AZ is popularized by the name "Shootout at the O.K. Corral", despite occurring some six blocks away. Status Partially Effective Notes Extremely widespread media attention and subsequent fictionalized accounts in literature, radio and film further accelerated the spread of the Effective Grapheme. Connotations Law, Violence, Valor. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) Remember what happens if we don't contain SCP-7180. The more we know, the safer we will be. What do you remember about SCP-7180? (:answer now) A significant lapse in containment activities is noted between 1880–1939. Personnel debriefings suggest Special Containment Procedures for SCP-7180 were in effect as early as July of 1920, but no written records exist to support this claim. Records prior to April 1957 are fragmentary, but suggest a limited understanding of containment principles. Origin Unknown, SCP Foundation, 09/1940 Proposal Persuade Coca-Cola Corporation to adopt the vernacular spelling "Coke" for their popular brand. Status Ineffective Notes After months of lobbying by an embedded agent, Coca-Cola Co. marketing initiated a campaign acknowledging the alternative spelling. However, "Coke" is no longer classified as an Effective Grapheme. Connotations Relaxation, Sweet, Leisure Time. (ineffective) Origin Unknown, SCP Foundation, 11/1940 Proposal Produce a musical drama about the state of Oklahoma, prominently featuring the state's abbreviation, "OK!" Status Effective (Ongoing) Notes Funding was provided through a Foundation front company and memetic agents were introduced to enhance memorability and emotional response. The musical was extremely successful, running from 1941 through 1948. Connotations Love, Vigor, Independence. (partially effective) + Addendum 2: Exploration Log 7180-1 Dr. Jia, control team and D-Class dispatched to a commune in the Swiss alps to investigate an Unexplained Event, later identified as SCP-7180 Manifestation. A previous attempt at exploration resulted in total loss of field agents, control team and exploration logs. Exploration conducted by: D-4041, D-5172, D-2300, D-1808, D-0991, D-1728, 04/14/1957 Additional Information: D-Class personnel will conduct the mission independently, with no real-time radio contact to base or one another. Audio will be recorded continuously from insertion through extraction. [BEGIN LOG] The helicopter can be heard in the background. 00:00 D-4041: D-4041, OK, signing on. I am exiting the vehicle at the insertion point. What? [INAUDIBLE] If I [INAUDIBLE] flare gun. 00:00 D-4041: Good to go. 00:02 D-4041: Heading north from the insertion point. 00:08 D-4041: OK here, there's a road consistent with the charts. Looks unmaintained. 00:09 D-4041: The signs don't make sense. I'll just keep following it. 00:09 D-4041: They're all blank, or [INAUDIBLE] dialect. I didn't think Esperanto *had* dialects. 00:11 D-4041: Yeah, it's not a dialect. 00:15 D-4041: Here we have a, uh, red octagonal sign. Doesn't say… Doesn't say "Halt" like the one we passed on the way in. It says… uh, well. These aren't quite letters. 00:23 D-4041: OK here, all the signs are just blank now I'm further in. 00:33 D-4041: Road is actually in fair condition, considering the locale. Lane lines are faded or gone, though. Like the paint was cheap. Audible tape hiss grows steadily until 00:45 then subsides. D-4041 can be heard making a few remarks at 00:38 and 00:51, but is unintelligible. 01:08 D-4041: OK here, I've got a building. Small structure. Looks like… 01:09 D-4041: It's a roadside booth with a faded green flag and some signage. Mostly blank. 01:12 D-4041: I've got a workspace in the building. Lots of what might be brochures, documents, dictionaries… But all blank. Or just vague colors. There's a battery-operated radio, but it's dead. 01:13 D-4041: Whoever was here left their lunch half-eaten and their coat on the hook. 01:14 D-4041: Not much more to see here. Everything's erased or wasn't there in the first place. OK, moving on. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) Try to remember. 01:18 D-4041: Three weeks learning this bullshit language and the only thing to read around here is a stop sign. Tape hiss audible at 01:23, growing in intensity. 01:29 D-4041: Unlabeled soda cans, stale food [INAUDIBLE] blank paper. [INAUDIBLE] leave it here. Tape hiss peaks at 01:37 and begins to subside. Inaudible remarks at 01:34. 01:45 D-4041: [INAUDIBLE] been walking? Can't read my watch. 01:47 D-4041: [INAUDIBLE] bad feeling. 02:00 D-4041: OK here, I'm coming up on the perimeter, and I've got a body. 02:02 D-4041: I've looked him over twice and there's no sign of injury. Fella looks like he was drunk — coat's half off, froze to death in the snow if I had to guess. But here? Ten steps from the front door? 02:05 D-4041: Wallet with blank cards… Blank money? Hot damn, why didn't you send me here sooner, Doc? I'm never… 02:05 D-4041: …Never coming back. 02:08 D-4041: Another one. No wounds. No writing. 02:09 D-4041: More around here. I… I'm not sure I need to look at them. 02:10 D-4041: OK here, this is getting to me. This stuff better not still be in the air. At 02:12, Kay can be heard tearing cloth and swearing. 02:13 D-4041: OK here, I'm going into the central facility. Keeping an eye out for… Oh. 02:14 D-4041: The dossier is blank now. Or, uh, getting there. Good thing I read it twice. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) shut eyes for a moment. breathe. Please check feelings now. Iff you are experiencing anxiety, :alert assistant Kay. 02:19 D-4041: Oh my God. This one's still alive. 02:20 D-4041: Hey, kiddo. I'm OK. How are you? 02:20 D-4041: This is awful. 02:21 D-4041: Subject is approximately six years old. She– I think she's brain damaged. She's awake but can't talk, isn't moving, isn't breathing right. Didn't know there were going to be kids here. 02:23 D-4041: You're going to be OK. You and me. Up you go. 02:23: D-4041 grunts. Interference renders the recording largely inaudible for 33 minutes, save for the following remarks. 02:30 D-4041: [INAUDIBLE] going to be OK. 02:39 D-4041: Stay with me, OK. 02:43 D-4041: [INAUDIBLE] be OK, little [INAUDIBLE]. 02:55: Interference abruptly ceases. 02:55 D-4041: –fully legible and undamaged in the back corner of the library and the archive room. 02:56 D-4041: Hey. 02:57 D-4041: Hey, missy, you awake? 02:57 D-4041: Stay with me, OK. Can you blink again? 02:58 D-4041: (unintelligible singing for several minutes) 03:05 D-4041: She's in really bad shape. 03:08 D-4041: Exploration Log: This is D-4041… Ostara Kay. I'm giving up. I did not locate the targets. I am retreating from the zone early in defiance of my orders. If I make it back, I accept the consequences of my actions. + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) Try to remember April 14, 1957. What did you experience? (:answer now) 03:12 D-4041: It's the end for me, one way or the other. 03:12 D-4041: But do what you can for the girl. 03:56 D-4041: OK here, [INAUDIBLE]. 04:31 D-4041: [INAUDIBLE] going to be OK. 05:22 D-4041: We'll both be OK. [END LOG] Additional Notes: D-4041 fired a signal flare and was located at the extraction point attending to a child affected by SCP-7180. All other personnel dispatched into the Manifestation Event Zone failed to return. At the request of Dr. Jia, D-4041 "Ostara Kay" was granted clemency for disregarding orders and re-assigned to SCP-7180 containment to serve as a test subject and assistant. The child was retained as a test subject. +Addendum 3: Record of Containment Projects after 1957 Following the events of Exploration 7180-2, Antimemetics Division Initiative "Everything is OK" was proposed by Dr. Jia and Ostara Kay, with an emphasis on cost-effective containment. Critical Grapheme deficiency in 1950–1962, responsible for the 1957 incident and suspected cause of other Unexplained Events during this time, was alleviated fully by 1971. Proposals for new projects may be submitted to the office of Dr. Kay. Source Dr. Jia, 05/1957 Proposal Introduce Effective Graphemes into Esperanto. Status Effective (Self-Sustaining) Notes Influential Esperantists consulted to develop and promote "okej" loanword. Concluded in 1975. Connotations Affirmation, Security, Health Source Foundation Ethics Committee, 05/1957 Proposal Determine viability of rehabilitating individuals affected by SCP-7180. Status Suspended Notes Experimental development of Procedure 7180-Olympia commenced in June 1957, concluding in April 1985 with a proof of concept. Project suspended indefinitely due to prohibitive expense and lack of test subjects. Connotations n/a Source Research Assistant Ostara Kay, 02/1958 Proposal Embedded Foundation consultants to begin using the phrase "A-OK" on radio, displacing "affirmative", "all clear" and "good to go" and citing heightened intelligibility. Targets to include military, industrial, aviation, seafaring and amateur sectors. Status Effective (Self-Sustaining) Notes Cleared for memetic enhancement. Phrase became popular in military and transportation sectors, notably crossing language barriers in South Asia. Phrase received major public exposure beginning with broadcasts from NASA Project Mercury and the televised moon landing. Connotations Affirmation, Acknowledgement, Safety. (fully effective) 102:45:40 Aldrin: “Contact Light.” 102:45:43 Armstrong: “Shutdown”. 102:45:44 Aldrin: “Okay. Engine Stop.” — First words publicly broadcast from the Lunar surface, July 1969 + show block do it OLYMPIA.EXE (INTERV01.TSV) We need to know what you remember. You can change everything. Source Agent L. Tesler, 06/1981 Proposal Infiltrate personal computer corporations and introduce "OK" into graphical user interfaces as a contingency in case of widespread adoption. Status Effective (Active, Self-Sustaining) Notes Most successful initiative to date. Agent Tesler infiltrated Apple Computer Corporation and staged a customer complaint in order to replace "do it" with "OK" in the graphical user interface. This design idiom subsequently became an industry standard, requiring only minimal intervention to maintain as of 2001. Connotations Affirmation, Acknowledgement, Well-Functioning. (fully effective) Remember this story. Command thought Tesler was out of order with this proposal, but it wound up being our best insurance plan against the information age. — O.Kay Source Site Janitor Joseph Greeley, 08/1990 Proposal Gradually eliminate cursive writing among youth in the USA and Europe. Mitigate popularity of script fonts and handwritten communications. Encourage use of typewriters, pagers and personal computers. Tactics to focus on manipulating requirements in public education. Status Effective (Ongoing Effort) Notes Efforts are ongoing but extremely successful so far. Drastic reduction in ability to read and write cursive achieved over a 10-year period, aided by expansion of personal computing and PDA technology. Connotations n/a Source Consultant J. Zoltan, 12/1992 Proposal Persuade a major soft drink corporation to market an "OK"-branded soft drink to Generation X, with slogan "Everything is going to be OK." Status Ineffective Notes Consultant succeeded in persuading Coca-Cola Co. to design and aggressively promote the product with a nationwide campaign, but results were poor and the product did not advance beyond test marketing. Connotations Security, Sweet, Leisure Time The soda project was a tough lesson for all of us. Going all-in on the perfect plan can be seductive, but launching large numbers of cheap experiments has proven much more reliable. — O.Kay + show block OK OLYMPIA.EXE ERROR: Reached end of INTERV01.TSV. stop reading now. alert Assistant Kay. Source Dr. Olympia Kay, 02/1994 Proposal Mount an opposition campaign against noted linguist ████ ███████ who has promoted the phrase "█████ ████" as a preferable alternative to "OK". Status Completed Notes Public operations unsuccessful. Subject refused position as consultant. Following amnesticization and neuro-linguistic programming, Subject retracted previous statements and began promoting Effective Graphemes. Connotations n/a + Addendum 4: [LEVEL-4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] – Addendum 4: [LEVEL-4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7180 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7180 Experimental Rehabilitative Procedure 7180-Olympia Final Report from Dr. X. Jia April 14, 1985 - - - - - - - - - - - - I prefer to let our work speak for itself. — Xie Jia - - - - - - - - - - - - Members of the O5 Council — I am Subject O. My caretakers call me "Olympia". After 25 years, I am learning to write. I am disappointed in your choice to halt this project. However, I have the Foundation to thank for my sentience. Therefore, I have requested to report my experiences to you directly. I was non-verbal for twelve years following the discovery of my body in the Alps by Ostara Kay. I'm only able to share my thoughts with you now thanks to the efforts of Ms. Kay, Dr. Jia, countless researchers, therapists, psychiatrists… and one very patient custodian. I have the memories of a little girl named "Kupra". I remember the sound of her voice, her parents, and the things she liked to eat. I know everything about her. To this day, I understand Esperanto perfectly but can't speak it. I don't want to learn, OK? Whenever I hear it, I remember what she felt like as she died. '' Sed kelkfoje ni devas memori. '' (But sometimes we have to remember.) My therapist told me about phantom limb syndrome. You reach for something, but there's no hand. You can still feel the hand that is not there. One day, Kupra's reach was not there. The spoon was on the table, but it was… impossible. And, in a matter of hours, everything else was too. Forgetting how to speak, how to move, how to even take deep breath… It was agony. Nobody knew how to help her. They were all going through it too, losing one piece at a time. She could see, she could know, but she couldn't remember how to do anything. Before she forgot how to yell, she cried for her father. He wanted to help, wanted to see if she was OK, but had forgotten how to walk. The man just collapsed on the floor. Somehow he could still reach — I remember his bloody elbows. Kupra thought she could get away from whatever was doing it. All those people yelling. She decided to run, and run, until her legs wouldn't listen any more. Kupra ended up… someplace warm. She got lucky, because the heat went out after that and it was April. She spent hours trying to move: left arm from under her, where she'd fallen on it. She could hear people around her, trying to do anything. Then she forgot how to watch, how to listen, how to focus. Finally, she forgot how to panic about any of it. That was the last piece left. She died. Things calmed down after that. Her body, the thing that was left over… It couldn't look, but it could see — like if you left a camera running. It couldn't think, but it remembered things, and it could put those together so they made sense. It laid in the silence until there was nothing else to see, or hear, and it sensed something… Unfamiliar. It was the only intention left. It brought back memories of the adults in that place, before they all died… They would talk about the water and the electricity and the books and… getting old. They were always checking if the kids were OK. Then you sent Mom Ms. Kay up there, and she found that body still breathing, and the SCP Foundation started to work on it and figured out how to give it new procedures. I remember the whole process… I watched as they programmed me like a computer. I listened as my mind began to think again. I felt this unbelievable joy when I learned how to move my hands, but I didn't know how to cry until much later. All this time, I've been watching my life. But not just my milestones. I've been feeling for the thing that killed Kupra and her parents. For a long time, it wasn't there. Then, word came that you were shutting this project down. Everyone around here, everyone who has helped me come back to life. Miss Kay… I saw them and I felt it again and I knew. It was worry that killed Kupra and the others. Dread. It breached containment. It's a feeling you don't learn until you grow up. A sense that the worst thing imaginable is starting to happen. It gets into you and then it's always there, coiled against your throat like a ring of needles. The adults all had it. I mean, everyone has it. But back on that mountain, they didn't feed it right. It got hungry, and then it woke up, and it broke out into the air. Now that I can think, now that I contain worry, I am sure. Everyone in the Foundation is somewhere between worry and despair. Every time we say "I'm OK", "Are you OK?", "Everything will be OK"… we're checking on our worry, or somebody else's. Making little concessions to dread, acknowledging it: that's what it feeds on. I wrote my first poem and Mom Ms. Kay says I should put it in here even though it isn't protocol. | '' OK's the cure but it's the disease. | We feed it, sure, but we put it at ease. '' I'm not sure I can ever forgive you, but I believe in our Procedures. For the rest of my life, I'll be doing whatever I can to make sure we keep feeding SCP-7180. — O. Kay (the younger) Following the cessation of research into Procedure 7180-Olympia, Dr. Jia proposed disposal measures for Subject O: Assistant Ostara Kay assumed legal guardianship of Subject O "Olympia Kay" in June 1985 and has committed to keep a record of her home schooling. + Addendum 5: Incident 7180-17 Dr. Jia has been diagnosed with rapid-onset Alzheimer's disease after attending a symposium in May 1994. Investigation into a possible Manifestation Event or brain injury was inconclusive. By order of Antimemetics Division Director █████ ████, Dr. Olympia Kay has been appointed as acting project lead until further notice. Personnel traveling abroad are instructed to write "Everything will be OK" in a journal once every eight hours. Footnotes 1. Apparently effective despite lacking a closed form. 2. This symbol is included for its significance in popular culture. 3. Human beings carry and transmit SCP-7180, but it is undetectable in its latent state; it is believed to be latent in all locations populated in excess of 50 persons per square kilometer. 4. Anecdotally, paint and ink have been observed to liquefy and spread. Electronic media depolarize or demagnetize. Engraved materials erode and split. (thanks for feedback: grigorikarpin, ThatDudeOverThere, marinemashup, jaykillbam, tstaffor, AstersQuill, RVX + others) |
SCP-7182 | keter | close Info X SCP-7182: The Morpheus Field Author: FreezerMonkey For the unaware, the Department's motto, Somnia Creo Potestas, is Latin. It means "Dreams Create Power". Item#: 7182 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All efforts to be made to keep both Foundation personnel and civilian presence away from the rough location of the site. A barrier has been constructed around the perimeter of SCP-7182 and is to be patrolled regularly. Description: SCP-7182 is a Morpheus Grade Hibernation Field1 currently affecting the entirety of Site-08. Where SCP-7182 differs from most Hibernation Fields is in its longevity. Whereas most Hibernation Fields will naturally fade out after a few hours, or when a thaumaturgist dispels it, SCP-7182 has persisted over an estimated period of 3 weeks, and the Foundation's best thaumaturges have not been able to dispel it. Despite the longevity of SCP-7182, no one within its bounds appears to have changed in any way. The nature and size2 of the Hibernation Field around Site-08 has made gathering evidence nearly impossible. Discovery: SCP-7182 was discovered on 06/01/24 when Site-08 stopped sending in regular reports and failed to respond to calls. Following this, Observation Post-125 was established within 3 kilometres of Site-08, upon which SCP-7182 was discovered. Its anomalous effects were discovered when a crow flew within the bounds of SCP-7182 and immediately collapsed. A number of tests were conducted following this. The log is attached below. SCP-7182 Veil Breach Attempts: 19/01/24 The following details all the ways the Foundation attempted to breach the Field Site-08. Method: Send in D-1768, a male D-Class of average build. Result: D-1768 fell asleep upon entering the Hibernation Field's area of effect. Conclusion: Failed. Method: Send in D-1769, a female D-Class with an above-average CRV3 score. Result: D-1769 fell asleep upon entering the Hibernation Field's area of effect. Conclusion: Failed. Method: Send in D-1770, a female D-Class with an abnormally high CRV score. Result: D-1770 fell asleep upon entering the Hibernation Field's area of effect. Conclusion: Failed. Method: Send in an exploration rover with a recording device attached. Result: Battery dies upon entering the Hibernation Field's area of effect. Conclusion: Failed. Method: Send in an exploration rover with a recording device attached and battery hardened against EMP-based phenomena. Result: Battery dies upon entering the Hibernation Field's area of effect. Conclusion: Failed. The failure of the methods employed indicates that this Morpheus Grade Hibernation Field is of a strength not normally found in such Hibernation Fields. Excerpt from SCP-7182 Discussion Meeting: 20/01/24 The following log was recorded in Observation Post-1254 Conference Room 012. Involved Personnel: Senior Researcher Pearson Researcher Adams Junior Researcher Williams Senior Researcher Petrov Begin Log Sr. Researcher Pearson: Alright. Looks like we're all here. I thought we'd start off with a little roll call. Maybe we can tell everyone who we are too? Senior Researcher Petrov snorts but doesn't say anything. Sr. Researcher Pearson: I'm Robert Pearson. I'm a senior researcher and the project lead. Sr. Researcher Petrov: I'm Lana Petrov. I'm also a senior researcher. As I have experience working with groups of interest like the Oneiroi Collective. I was assigned as an advisor for the project. Researcher Adams: I'm James Adams. I'm just a simple researcher and the onsite thaumaturgist. Simple as that. Jr. Researcher Williams: I'm Duncan Williams. I'm a junior researcher and I was assigned here to study under Senior Researcher Pearson. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Great. Now that we're all acquainted, we can begin. Researcher Adams: Well, I'd like to officially open this discussion by pointing out that I think this is going to get worse before it gets better. Sighs all around Sr. Researcher Pearson: Adamso, do you have to start off like that? This is being recorded. I'd rather not depress anyone who watches this. Researcher Adams: Yes, my apologies. But my point is valid regardless. This is likely to keep getting worse. Sr. Researcher Petrov: And what makes you so certain about that? We just started studying SCP-7182. Researcher Adams: And that's my point. We know next to nothing about SCP-7182. My general rule of thumb with the anomalous is to always work under the assumption things will get worse before they get better. It's Murphy's Law. Anything that can go wrong will. Researcher Adams: Let's use the analogy of the human body and a fever. SCP-7182 is a new virus, one the body is not familiar with. But, just as with SCP-7182 and us, the body does not know anything about this virus. And so it sends a fever to destroy it. And just as with every fever, this is not very good for the body itself. Do you see my point? Sr. Researcher Petrov: Unfortunately yes, I see your point. Sr. Researcher Pearson: And I don't. That's not how the anomalous works. At this point, an argument broke out between Senior Researcher Pearson and Researcher Adams. It has been omitted from the record for the purposes of brevity. Sr. Researcher Petrov: This is entertaining and all, but can we get back to the actual problem at hand? Sr. Researcher Pearson: Right, sorry. Researcher Adams: My point is, it's not wise to assume things will get better until they actually do. Do you see what I mean? Sr. Researcher Pearson: I understand what you're saying, yes. Would you mind giving us a brief explanation of what we know about SCP-7182, for the record? Researcher Adams: Yes, fine. SCP-7182 appears to be an extremely powerful variant of the Foundation's standard Hibernation Fields. I would guess it's Morpheus Grade. Beyond that, I have no idea. Jr. Researcher Williams: Forgive my interjection, but are we 4 all there is? Sr. Researcher Petrov: Unfortunately, yes. I do not think our superiors see much importance in our department, and so don't see any point in investing many resources in it. That includes people. You're the only one they've sent. Jr. Researcher Williams: Is there not an MTF unit nearby that could be spared to help us? Sr. Researcher Pearson: Not that I'm aware of. Researcher Adams: There might be, actually. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Wait, what? Researcher Adams: MTF Omicron-36. Last I checked, they were nearby. They should be able to help. They've been equipped with technology based on our studies of the Oneiroi Collective. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Well that's nicely convenient. I take it this technology can't wake up anyone in Site-08? Senior Researcher Petrov shakes her head. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Shame. Right, let's get to work. End Log Following this meeting, the decision was made to contact MTF Omicron-36 "Dream Demons" for assistance. SCP-7182 Excursion: 21/01/24 The following log details MTF Omicron-36's excursion into SCP-7182. Personnel Involved: Squad Leader James Provecer. Designation: "Nightmare". Squire Duncan Burhan. Designation: "Slumber". Corporal Rhonda Webster. Designation: "Dreamer". Lance Corporal Caden Strong. Designation: "Insomnia". Lance Corporal Walter Cread. Designation: "Hibernation". Begin Log Provecer's body camera turns on. The inside of a truck is seen. The truck comes to a halt, and Provecer leads his team out Provecer: On me. Are we all ready? All: Roger. Provecer: Then let's move. Omicron-36 passes through the veil and manages to stay awake, with visible signs of difficulty. Cameras temporarily malfunction but come back online shortly after. Provecer: Let's move. Remember, eyes up. Omicron-36 is seen entering into Site-08. Cameras experience further malfunctions, but successfully come back online again, albeit with occasional glitching. They're seen in a hallway with 3 more branching hallways. Provecer: We're starting with the middle hallway, Dream One5. Let's go! Omicron-36 slowly walks down the hall, checking all rooms, finding nothing but sleeping personnel and anomalies alike. Cread: I have never seen anything like this before. What the fuck is going on? Webster: Maybe we should check the electronics, see if we can glean any information about what was going on the day SCP-7182 came into effect? Provecer: Then let's do that. Burhan: If this site layout is anything like other sites we've been to, then the server room is downstairs. Strong: There's a ladder over here. Not sure why they couldn't just have stairs like a normal site, but whatever. Provecer: Let's move. Omicron-36 quickly descends the ladder into the pitch black below. Strong: Christ, it's dark down here. Anyone got - never mind. I got it. Lance Corporal Caden Strong turns on his helmet-mounted flashlight, followed by the others. Cread: I'd guess the power generators blew after everyone fell asleep. No one to prevent it. Webster: We're lucky they didn't set on fire and burn this place down. Provecer: Focus! Squad Leader James Provecer shines his light at a map on the wall and points to a location on it. Provecer: The power generators are on the opposite end of the hallway from the server room. We're going to have to split up. Dreamer, Insomnia? To the server room. The rest of you on me. We're going to the power generators. Eyes sharp. Let's move. All: Roger that. At this point, the teams body cameras cut out again for a period of 2 hours before coming back online. Burhan: - thing won't - oh, here we go. My camera is back. Anyone else? Shaking heads all around Cread: Generators should be back on shortly. I just gotta - there! The generators turn back online, restoring power to Site-08. Corporal Rhonda Webster's voice comes on over the radio. Webster: That did it! Commencing download of all data. Provecer: Excellent work, Hibernation. Lance Corporal Caden Strong winces over the radio. Strong: Guys? My head kind of hurts. Provecer: You have a headache? Burhan: Actually, now that you mention it, my heads kind of hurting too. Strong: Maybe I'll just lie down for a little bit… Provecer: No! Do not, under any circumstances, fall asleep! Do you hear me?! A thud is heard from the room as Squire Duncan Burhan falls over, apparently asleep. Another thud is heard on the other side of the radio, presumed to be Lance Corporal Caden Strong. Later analysis of their vitals taken from sensors on their outfits shows brain activity consistent with Stage IV Non-REM sleep6. Provecer: Dream One, do you copy?! We are leaving now! I repeat, we are - At this point, all video and audio recording functions ceases transmission. No further contact was established. End Log SCP-7182 Discussion Meeting: 21/01/24 The following log details the containment discussion meeting immediately following loss of contact with MTF Omicron-36 Involved Personnel: Senior Researcher Pearson Researcher Adams Junior Researcher Williams Senior Researcher Petrov Begin Log Senior Researcher Pearson is sat down with his head in his hands. Researcher Adams is staring out the window with his arms crossed. Junior Researcher Williams is biting his nails. Senior Researcher Petrov is crying. Senior Researcher Pearson gets up and looks at Senior Researcher Petrov. Sr. Researcher Pearson: I thought you said these guys were equipped with "all the latest toys from our friends over at the Oneiroi Collective"? Sr. Researcher Petrov: They… they were supposed to be. This shouldn't have… have happened. Researcher Adams: Hah! Oh, this just keeps getting worse and worse. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Really? Now? Researcher Adams: It's either I laugh and make jokes, or I break down and start sobbing uncontrollably. What would you rather I do? Junior Researcher Williams types away at the terminal. Jr. Researcher Williams: I have something. It looks like some of the data got through to us. Researcher Adams leans over and reads the data on the screen for a while. Researcher Adams: Well, we're fucked. SCP-7182 is expanding. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Jesus Christ. Senior Researcher Petrov collapses back into her chair. Sr. Researcher Pearson: How fast is the field expanding? Researcher Adams: Fortunately, not very fast. Currently at a rate of 5 miles per year. We have time. Junior Researcher Williams raises his hand. Sr. Researcher Pearson: This isn't middle school. We're all adults here. You don't need to raise your hand to speak. Jr. Researcher Williams: Apologies, but there's more. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Oh great. What was it you were saying Adams? Murphy's Law? Junior Researcher Williams clears his throat. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Right. Sorry. Jr. Researcher Williams: Anyway, it appears Site-08 was aware of SCP-7182 for years. Sr. Researcher Petrov: Wait, what? Researcher Adams: What else is there? Jr. Researcher Williams: A bunch of notes from the Site Director. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Let's see them. Date: 02/01/24 Entry: The bottom level has gone dark. There was one person who came up yelling about death and collapse, all that happy, ridiculous stuff. But either way, I still have to send a team down there. I hope to resolve this quickly so I can get back to my real work. Date: 02/01/24 Entry: My team hasn't been responding to my radio calls. And another level went dark. I need to send another team down, see what the fuck is going on. I'm starting to get worried. Date: 03/01/24 Entry: Two more levels have gone dark. I'm not sending any more teams down. I can't afford to send them, and I doubt they'd go anyway. They're scared. I'd never admit this to anyone, but I'm scared too. Update you tomorrow. Date: 04/01/24 Entry: The top level is all that's left. I should never have done what I did. Jr. Researcher Williams: That's the final note. Sr. Researcher Petrov: He says he never should have done what he did. What did he do? Junior Researcher Williams checks the terminal a couple more times. Jr. Researcher Williams: There's no record of it. Senior Researcher Pearson interrupts before anyone can start talking. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Let's just all agree to adjourn until someone actually has something, yes? All: Agreed. End Log SCP-7182 Incident Log: 22/01/24 The following log details the events of 22/01/24. Cause unknown. Begin Log 6:34 - A loud hum determined to be coming from Site-08 is heard for 28.2 minutes. Sound measured in at 81 Decibels. 6:45 - The Morpheus Grade Hibernation Field surrounding Site-08 expands by 3.6 metres. 7:02 - The Morpheus Grade Hibernation Field surrounding Site-08 expands by another 12.3 metres, setting off a proximity alarm. 7:03 - Lance Corporal Walter Cread of MTF Omicron-36 is observed stumbling out of the Hibernation Field and collapsing, presumably unconscious. 7:04 - Senior Researcher Petrov views Lance Corporal Walter Cread through the window and calls for medical help. 7:24 - Onsite medical team is able to save Lance Corporal Walter Cread. End Log It is currently unknown how Lance Corporal Walter Cread was able to resist the effects of SCP-7182 for so long. Lance Corporal Walter Cread Interview: 22/01/24 The following log details Senior Researcher Pearson's interview with Lance Corporal Walter Cread following his resuscitation. Involved Personnel: Senior Researcher Pearson Lance Corporal Walter Cread Senior Researcher Petrov Begin Log Lance Corporal Walter Cread is observed slowly waking up. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Welcome back. Cread: What… what happened? Sr. Researcher Pearson: That is the question. How did you do it? Cread: What? Sr. Researcher Pearson: It just doesn't make sense to me. You have a Hibernation Field so strong it appears to have permanently put everyone in Site-08 to sleep, and yet here you are. So how did you do it? Cread: I… I don't know. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Come now Cread. You have to remember something. Cread: I remember a… a light. Sr. Researcher Pearson: A light? I don't suppose you can elaborate on that? There's a knock on the door frame. Sr. Researcher Petrov: He may not need to answer that. Come on. Following the events in the log, it was decided that Lance Corporal Walter Cread would need time to recover before interviewing him again. SCP-7182 Incident Log: 22/01/24 Involved Personnel: Senior Researcher Pearson Senior Researcher Petrov Researcher Adams Junior Researcher Williams Lance Corporal Walter Cread Begin Log Senior Researchers Pearson and Petrov hurriedly walk down the hall. Sr. Researcher Pearson: What the hell is going on? Sr. Researcher Petrov: We got it. Senior Researcher Pearson waits a few moments before answering. Sr. Researcher Pearson: It being? Hey, would you slow down. Senior Researcher Petrov gestures impatiently. Sr. Researcher Petrov: The Site-08 data! Just come on! Senior Researchers Petrov and Pearson arrive at the command center. Researcher Adams: Oh, hello Pearson. Your Junior Researcher over here was just surprising me with his shockingly good tech skills. Sr. Researcher Pearson: What do we have? Jr. Researcher Williams: Pretty much everything. Sr. Researcher Petrov: Let's start simple. Where did this field come from? Researcher Adams: Nowhere. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Now's not the time to be cryptic. Researcher Adams: I'm not. I mean that literally. It didn't come from anywhere. It was always there. Jr. Researcher Williams: Site-08 was built on top of ley focal points7. This allows for the formation of immensely concentrated thaumaturgical particles. It also explains our rogue Hibernation Field. Senior Researcher Pearson looks at Junior Researcher Williams: Sr. Researcher Pearson: You mentioned last time that Site-08 was aware of SCP-7182 for years? Jr. Researcher Williams: Yes. From what I can tell, there was a small, naturally occurring Morpheus Grade Hibernation Field at the center of the site, possibly even why this site was built. But the site director loved weapons, and it would appear that his "experimentation" with all his thaumaturges blew up in the worlds face. Sr. Researcher Petrov: Wait, you're telling me the world's about to end because some idiot decided he wanted to make a weapon out of nature? Researcher Adams: I'm afraid so. Senior Researcher Petrov throws her arms up in the air. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Well that's just great. I don't suppose this data has a really easy way to stop this? Researcher Adams: Nope. Sr. Researcher Pearson: Oh, of course. Easy isn't in our job description, I suppose. That does leave us with the task of coming up with something Unknown: I can… I can help with that. Lance Corporal Walter Cread enters the room and hands them a USB stick. Cread: Please. Watch this. End Log Following this, Lance Corporal Walter Cread was escorted back to the medical due to what was later determined to be malnutrition, among other medical issues. Lance Corporal Walter Cread Bodycam Footage: 21/01/24 The following log details Lance Corporal Walter Cread's activities following the last known footage from MTF Omicron-36. Begin Log Cread: - work! There we go. Alright. My name is Walter Cread, formerly of MTF Omicrion-36. He laughs. Cread: Feels a bit weird to say "formerly". Bloody MTF was my life. And now they're all asleep More laughing. Cread: Sorry. I'm not used to being alone in the dark for so long. Feels likes I've been here days. Weird, I know. Using jokes to cope with it. I've always been scared of being alone, you know. Yeah, a stupid fear for someone who's supposed to be a soldier, but it''s true. Cread: Anyway, here's my sitrep. The rest of my team are asleep. It appears that even with the Oneiroi Collective on our sides, the effects of this bloody Hibernation Field was too much. I don't know, nor do I care why I haven't ben effected so far. Knock on wood. Hehe. Sorry. Cread: Anyway, this whole fucking place is creepy. I somehow wish everyone here was dead. Morbid, I know. But it's somehow creepier knowing they're all asleep, and I can't do shit to help them. Cread: Now I'm seeing… a light? Just, here - The camera turns around towards his point of view. At the end of the hallway, a bright light can be seen coming out of an open door. Cread: You see it, right? It's not just me? Towards certain doom we go. Onwards! More laughing. As Cread enters the room, the camera footage shuts off again for a period of 12 minutes. When it turns back on, Cread is running down the hallway, repeating the same phrase over and over again. Cread: Gotta get back, gotta warn the others. Gotta get back, gotta warn the others. Gotta get back, gotta warn the others… At this point, the camera shuts off again, permanently. End Log No more data from Site-08 has been recovered to date. Senior Researcher Pearson's Personal Journal: 22/01/24 The following log details Senior Researcher Pearson's personal thoughts on the events described in the prior two logs. Walter Cread is a paradox that refuses to be solved. And I hate it. In my line of work, all paradoxes have solutions. Yet this one seems to elude me. How is it he was able to stay awake? I'm not quite sure how to feel about it. But I digress. I've come up with a number of theories that could potentially explain this paradox. The first is that Cread himself is a thaumaturge. This is highly unlikely, however. In order to fend off such a uniquely anomalous spell, Cread would have to be extraordinarily powerful. And there's very little chance no-one would have noticed that. The second is that Cread is something akin to a reality sink8. But this idea also falls flat. SCP-7182 is not technically anomalous, if the recovered data from Site-08 is to be believed, and thus, a reality sink shouldn't have much, if any, effect on it. The final theory I have is simply that Cread has a natural immunity to thaumaturgic anomalies. Out of all of the theories posited, this seems to be the most likely. But I still don't understand how he'd have managed to hide such a thing for so long. Perhaps he himself wasn't aware. After all, I doubt his MTF unit has had to deal with thaumaturgic anomalies before. Still, such an immunity would be exceedingly rare. In fact, I don't think such a thing has ever been recorded. Cread is quite lucky in that manner. But I don't know, that's the simple truth. Theories are good and all, but they are, at the end of the day, just theories. It's almost a shame I have no way of testing them. I am also curious on the nature of Cread's apparent malnutrition. The most likely answer to this involves the assumption that my theory about his thaumaturgic immunity is true. The human body can take a lot of punishment. But said punishment does take its toll. This would have to be especially true in the case of thaumaturgic immunity. It would logically consume an enormous amount of energy from your body. And that is what I believe happened here. It's lucky Cread got out when he did. He may have died had he stayed longer. Excerpt from SCP-7182 Discussion Meeting: 22/01/24 The following log details a discussion on the containment of SCP-7182. Involved Personnel: Senior Researcher Pearson Senior Researcher Petrov Researcher Adams Junior Researcher Williams Walter Cread Sr. Researcher Petrov: The problem remains that we can't contain SCP-7182 until we know what it even is. Researcher Adams: Then we need to figure it out fast. SCP-7182 is still expanding. So I suggest we either send someone in to find out what it is, or we ask our friend in the hospital bay. Jr. Researcher Williams: What, the same friend who's currently unconscious? Yeah, have fun with that. At the point, a large debate ensued on whether or not to wake Walter Cread up. This debate has been omitted from the record for the purposes of brevity. Sr. Researcher Pearson: We're waking Cread up. We cannot afford to sit around and wait for him to be better. Let's get going. Walter Creads bed is wheeled in, and the drugs keeping him unconscious are stopped. Soon after, Walter Cread wakes up and begins his interview. Sr. Researcher Pearson: I'm sorry for waking you up, but it can't wait. What did you see when you entered the room with the light? Cread: I… I don't - Researcher Adams: You need to tell us now! SCP-7182 is expanding, and if we don't do something, we're fucked! So what did you see? Walter Cread hesitates a moment before speaking. Cread: Some sort of machine. Almost like a… a mini tower of metal and wires. If I had to guess, it's what's amplifying SCP-7182 to the degree it's being amplified. Researcher Adams: I'd hazard a guess that's where the ley focal points that Site-08 is built on top of converge. Jr. Researcher Williams: Well that settles it. Someone has to go in and destroy it. Sr. Researcher Petrov: Oh, oh, of course. Just one minor problem. SCP-7182. How do you want to get past the bloody thing? Walter Cread interrupts before Junior Researcher Williams can answer. Cread: I'll do it. Sr. Researcher Pearson: You're malnourished, dehydrated, and can probably barely walk. You're not going. Cread: Oh really? Who else is getting past that field without immediately collapsing? Senior Researcher Pearson doesn't answer. Researcher Adams sighs. Researcher Adams: Fine. We can equip you for the mission. But we can't do anything beyond that. By the time you get inside, SCP-7182 will have overtaken us. Cread: Thank you. And I'm sorry. Maybe you should consider leaving the site before SCP-7182 overtakes it. Sr. Researcher Petrov: Part of me wants to, but I think I speak for all of us when I say that we will see this through to the end, regardless of what that may be. Everyone nods. Researcher Adams: Then let's get started. And thank you, Cread. End Log SCP-7182 Excursion 2: 22/01/24 The following log details the events following Walter Creads agreement to enter SCP-7182 again. Involved Personnel: Walter Cread 8:46 - Walter Cread begins preparation for his entry into SCP-7182. 8:53 - Walter Cread finishes preparation for his entry into SCP-7182 and says his goodbyes to Observation Post-125 staff. 8:55 - Walter Cread leaves Observation Post-125. 9:00 - SCP-7182 overtakes Observation Post-125. All personnel stationed within immediately fall asleep. 9:04 - Walter Cread re-enters SCP-7182. Log detailed below. Walter Creads SCP-7182 Excursion: 22/01/24 The following log was recorded by Walter Creads bodycam and various other cameras that were able to be activated around Site-08 upon his entry into SCP-7182. Begin Log Walter Cread is seen walking down a side hall in Site-08. Cread: I still fucking hate this place. I'm almost regretting volunteering to come back. As he walks, the same light can be seen pouring out of the doorway. For unknown reasons, Walter Creads bodycam does not turn off upon entering the room, as it did last time. Cread: And there it is. The machine Walter Cread described can be seen. It is a tall, long metal tower like structure, surrounded by what appears to be braces keeping it upright. At the center of it, a bright light can be seen emanating. Cread: I tried getting close last time. Nearly fell asleep. As he speaks, he starts walking towards the center of the room, towards the light. Cread: The caffeine pills I took should… should help. Christ. It's like walking against a river. Except… except the river is sleep. Walter Cread reaches the center of the room and begins planting timed explosives. Cread: There were so many things I wanted to do, you know. Have kids, go skydiving, that sort of thing. Shame… He sits down and starts crying. Cread: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He finishes planting the explosives. Cread: My mom… mom died when I was 23. I didn't even say goodbye. I was angry. That's the last thing my momma remembered of me. Me being angry over some stupid video game. Cread: All my… my bloody life I've been… ah, who am I even talking to. Perhaps this one good deed will set things right. Maybe I'll get to see my momma again. Walter Cread breathes out and doesn't breath back in again. End Log SCP-7182 Incident Log: 22/01/24 The following log details the events during and following Walter Creads sacrifice. Begin Log 9:46 - The center of Site-08 is destroyed in an explosion. 9:46 - SCP-7182 rapidly begins to shrink back to its original size. 9:56 - Observation Post-125 personnel begin to reawaken. 9:57 - Observation Post-125 personnel begin preparations to enter Site-08 and establish help centers. 10:03 - Site-08 personnel begin to reawaken. Observation Post-125 personnel begin reaching out and offering aid. 10:05 - Additional aid arrives. Senior Researcher Pearson's Final Message The following message was made by Senior Researcher Pearson in response to the death of Walter Cread. I can't say I knew Walter Cread very well. But I can say I respected the hell out of the guy. Our MTF units are some of the bravest men and women on the planet, routinely putting themselves in danger so the rest of humanity can live peacefully in the light. MTF Omicron-36 was no exception. But Walter was different, special. Even after the rest of his MTF was put out of commission, and he was nearly dead, he still made the choice to go back in. In light of this, Walter Cread has been posthumously awarded the Foundation Star for Services Rendered to Humanity. May God bless you and may you find peace on your journey. Godspeed, Walter Cread. Footnotes 1. Hibernation Fields are metaphysical energy fields designed to put anyone within its area of effect to sleep. Morpheus Grade Hibernation Fields are exceptionally rare and powerful, as only the most skilled thaumaturgists are able to utilize them. 2. Measured at approximately 5 kilometres in diameter. 3. Cognitive Resistance Value. Measures an individuals mental fortitude and resistance to mind affecting anomalies. 4. The temporary headquarters of the Department of Dreams, a Department dedicated to the study and containment of sleep-related anomalies. 5. Omicron-36s designation for Observation Post-125. 6. The deepest stage of sleep. 7. Areas of focused Elan-Vital Energy, the basis of thaumaturgy. 8. Areas of reality where anomalous phenomena are unable to function. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7182" by FreezerMonkey, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7182. Licensed under CC-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-7183 | keter | You wake up in a brightly lit room. It's stark white and empty, save for the bed you're laying in and a door across from you. You get up, out of the clinically dressed bed you were laying in, and stumble towards the door. Moving around feels strange, like your bones have rusted at the joints. You open the door to find another white room. At its center is a table with a pile of cassette tapes and a cassette player sitting on top of it. Alongside the table is a chair, and behind it a cabinet with a handful of assorted books beside another, markedly locked, door. You grab the chair. As you set it down, it makes a sharp clack that pierces through the silence. You sit down. You notice that there is a note sitting on the table. It's held in place at its corner by the cassette player. Good morning. You might be confused, but I ask you trust that all your questions will be answered in time. In front of you is a series of numbered tapes. If you listen to them in order, they will tell you everything you need to know. I know you'll make the right decision. -Marcus Xanders _ Cassette Tape '1'Where am I? Click- Vrr… … <A voice clears its throat, then after a moment, begins to speak.> Tape 1. Special Containment Procedures. … You are SCP-7183. You are what we call a "Keter" anomaly. That means at any point you could leave this room and we would have to figure out a different way to contain you. Due to some extenuating circumstances that will soon become clear, I believe this would be quite difficult. … At present, our means of containing you are simple. So simple in fact, that you are enacting them right now. By listening to these tapes and staying in this room we can ensure you pose no threat to the general population. Knowing this, please keep listening. … Thus concludes tape 1. … Click _ Cassette Tape '2'What am I? Click- Vrr… … Tape 2. Description. … You are what we call a "Reality Bender." This means you have a significantly greater influence over the fabric of reality when compared to others. In your case, this ability manifests not in shaping matter or changing physics, but altering human beings. … When you come in contact with another person, anomalous or otherwise, they are immediately transformed into an approximation of yourself. This transformation isn't 1 to 1, per se. Most individuals have been observed to maintain their age, gender, and skillset from before they were exposed to your anomalous effect, but they will always shift to match your personality, general physicality at their age, and will inherit your anomalous properties. Historically, you have shown little control over this effect. Due to this, it is likely that any contact with other human beings will result in an NK-class "End of Individuality" scenario, or put simply, total replacement of the world population with yourself. … Notably, there are two individuals that are entirely immune to your anomalous effect. One of those being me, the person talking to you right now, and the other being my wife. The current hypothesis why is that we're your parents. Your name, the one we gave you, is "Patricia." … Thus concludes tape 2. … Click _ Cassette Tape '3'Who am I? Click- Vrr… … Tape 3. Description Continued. … Your mother had been working for the Foundation for a few years before you were born, so it wasn't unusual for us to be apart for days, maybe weeks, or even months. When she finally started maternity leave we could barely figure out how to use the time. Walks through the park, sharing meals, and going shopping together. Time spent talking, or even silence in each others company. I think back on them as some of the best days of my life, all leading up to you. … It was a beautiful day. A Monday like no other, untainted by calls from work or fast approaching deadlines. I was in the kitchen making a cheese sandwich for your mother, as she was very fond of at the time, when she shouted for me to call an ambulance. Soon we were in the maternity ward, room 183 just on the corner. I held your mother's hand as the nurse talked her through the birth. She was always much stronger than me, composed in almost any situation, but she squeezed my hand so firmly, so tightly that whole time. For her, for what little I could do, I sat through the whole thing. … When the nurse handed you to your mother I could see her long forged mask melt away. She cried as you did and for as long as you did, holding you so gently all the while. Soon you calmed down and she did too. You looked at me and laughed. She looked at me and laughed. It was the same laugh, bubbly and melodic. I'm smiling now just thinking about it. Something clicked in that moment. I knew I would do anything to make you happy, that you deserved the world, that the moments where I would make you laugh like that were worth more than any wealth, power, or status. I told your mother as I drove us back home. She told me she wanted to leave her job at the Foundation. I thought it would be a good idea. … Thus concludes tape 3. … Click _ Cassette Tape '4'What did I do? Click- Vrr… … Tape 4. Discovery. … You grew up so quickly, but your mother saw less of it than she would have liked. She had tried to arrange a transfer out of her position, to switch to a regular job, but the options always fell short of what we needed. Every option would mean sacrificing something, something we couldn't give you. It stung how I couldn't help more, not with what little I was making at the time. What I could do was be there for you. … The first time it happened, you were in elementary school. I got a call somewhere around lunch from your teacher, and it was incredibly hectic. She couldn't get a cohesive idea across, insisting that I come quick, that you had done something, that she didn't know what to do. When I got there there were lots of "you", all playing different games, some together, some alone. It was like a panorama picture of scenes I recognized from you playing your games at home. It was all you, but it wasn't all you. I thought it would be good to call Ave- sorry… I tried to call your mother. I didn't know a lot about her job at the time, but from what little she was allowed to tell me, "weird" stuff was her purview. I left a message telling her exactly what I saw. That there were lots of you that weren't exactly you, and that I was going to figure out which one was actually you and leave. You all looked eerily similar, but I knew within my heart that among the Patricks and Patricias I would find you. Luckily I was one who dressed you each morning, so I went over to you and told you it was time to go home. You didn't want to. You couldn't tell why something was wrong. I had to be more forceful than I'd like to admit. You said that "you just wanted to play all the games." I told you that you'd been bad. And we left. … I don't know what happened to all those other "you"s. Even now, I don't have the clearance to read that incident log. But not too soon after the event we were forced to move, relocated to housing near where your mother worked. I can guess what happened to them. You can too. … Thus concludes tape 4. … Click _ Cassette Tape '5'Where is Mom? Click- Vrr… … Tape 5. Incident Redacted-Null. … The situation was a mixed bag, but we managed to make the best out of it. Perhaps it was under the guise of studying you, or keeping an informed eye on your situation, but your mother was around a lot more than she had been. You'd always liked her more than you liked me. Why? I think she managed to spoil you ever more than I did somehow, by giving you gifts, letting you stay up, telling you stories she certainly shouldn't, who knows. The why doesn't really matter. Needing to homeschool you was unfortunate, but understandable. The foundation didn't want to risk exposing you to other children, considered you dangerous, but your mother and I both gladly took on the extra work. She managed to spoil you even during those lessons. Took on the idea that you could "be anything you wanted to be" and that we should be exposing you to a wide range of experiences. I didn't disagree at all, but her enthusiasm meant I was sidled with the conventionally distasteful subjects. Once again, it wasn't ideal but it was livable, and we lived that way for years. It was wonderful to see you and your mother interacting, to hear you laugh together and watch her emphatically attempt to force your young mind to tackle some strange subject. … It's just that sometimes she got busy, and we'd both miss her. And it got tense when we both missed her, so we'd argue until you slammed a door in my face. You wanted to do so many things that you couldn't, to live a life that you couldn't, to live the dream that your mother always insisted on. It wasn't possible, so we argued, but I could survive the small disagreements. … It was the winter, I think. I don't like to dwell on the memories. Your mother had been quite busy for a while, so much that we'd only seen her two days in a few months. I tried to ask what was was going on, but she always dismissed me. "Big project." "Lots of moving parts." "We'll talk when Patricia's asleep." "Let me relax for a bit, honey." "Let me relax, Marcus." "Please." I dropped the subject, then she was gone for a while. She came back and she was different. Tired, drained, fatigued. Imagine every synonym you can and stack them on top of each other. I told her she had to quit. She agreed. She said she would. She said she loved me. Over and over again. She went into your room. I assume she said the same. She went to sleep right after, alone. I couldn't even wake her up, and I tried. I just laid down next to her and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep that night, but at some point I did. Why did I? I should have- I should have waited. Why? I- I'm so sorry… … <Dad is struggling to keep his composure.> … She was gone when I woke up. … Some time later, a man wound up at our door. A coworker of your mother, I think. He told me that your mother was no longer with us. That was it. Nothing else. Just gone. … Just gone. … Even now, I don't know how she died. I don't even have a guess. … … … … Thus concludes tape 5. … Click _ Cassette Tape '6'What did I do? Click- Vrr… … Tape 6. Addendum 7183.1 … I had to tell you at some point. You deserved to know. To be told the truth, though I knew you'd probably have guessed. You're so smart Patricia. You're just like your mother. You're so much like her… <Dad is getting choked up. He clears his throat.> When I finally did, as I expected, we argued. It wasn't anything new. You wanted more freedom. I knew that you couldn't have it. You wanted to have the opportunity to try. I knew they wouldn't let you. I tried to tell you. I tried to. But I couldn't. I was so weak then. I needed her. I needed her to be around, I needed her to exist. You used her words against me. She told you that you could do anything you desired. You knew I wanted that for you too. I told you I did. You said. "You're lying." … You walked out of the front door. No. You ran. Just like your mother. Sprinters in body and soul. … … I got a call later that day from the man who'd brought news of Avery's death. It found me so empty. It was like no time had passed; you left, and then I picked up the phone. He went by "Armature". Told me that he'd be dropping by shortly to pick me up, and that you'd been at large for hours. Your powers worked differently then. In-between how they first manifested and how they are now. You weren't spreading so quickly then. You had to try. You could choose who you wanted to change. Even then they couldn't stop you. Couldn't get close. But they knew I wasn't affected. I was all they had. They told me I needed to stop you. To calm you down. To do something. I said I would try. … … I walked by you 35 times before I found you. You were still wearing the clothes you had on when we had our spat. … You shouted that this is what your mother would have wanted. You shouted about how I kept lying to you. You shouted about how this wasn't what you wanted. You shouted that you just wanted what they had. You just wanted a chance. You just wanted to be given the chance. I never gave you a chance. I wasn't there for you. … I walked up to you and hugged you. I didn't know what to say otherwise, I just needed you to know I was there for you. Truly there for you. … … We stood there for a while. … … We were both crying. … … … "I lied to you." I said. … … "I won't ever do that again." … … … … Thus concludes tape 6. … Click _ Cassette Tape '7'What did you do? Click- Vrr… … Tape 7. Testing Log. … Life slowed down for both of us at that point, all starting with our relocation to Site-357. It was isolated, they told me, you'd be less of a risk if something bad happened. They also offered me a job. I'd be filling the void your mother left, but looking after you was most of it. … I could never get a handle on the research your mother's coworkers did. Intricate plans to contain some of the strangest things you could never imagine… It was scary at times, but the wonderous things they showed me, Patricia. I so desperately wanted to show you too, but they never trusted me to bring anything back. Told me I was enough of a liability as is, with them unable to keep track of you and all. But I'm rambling. … You… You took it maturely, but I could tell that a certain spark had left your eyes. I promised to never lie to you, you see, but that meant telling you the truth over and over again. I can't imagine it tore against your soul any less than it did mine. You ended up spending most of your time reading. It was that sort of stuff that I could get you after all, non-digital, minimum risk. It helped a bit. I think. I could see a fragment of that old spark return when you talked about your favorites, when you smiled that same smile from years ago. … Your mother's smile… … It made me feel proud. … Thus concludes tape 7. … Click _ Cassette Tape 'FINAL'What do I do now? Click- Vrr… … Tape 8. Modified Special Containment Procedures. … It was life. … But, as they say… Time comes for everyone in the end. Seeing this, the higher ups got pushy, and I was told to find a way to contain you permanently. … I could never think through things as well as your mother, but after a few months of slowly watching people and maneuvering favors, I eventually arranged everything you're seeing now. Everything you're seeing, and something you're not. On the underside of the table is a hidden compartment. Inside that compartment you'll find a number of pill bottles and a key. Those are what we call "Amnestics": drugs designed to erase memories. This specific amnestic was designed just for you, but you don't need to know the nitty gritty of it. If and when you wish to take this option, you should shut yourself back in the bedroom you woke up in, get comfortable, then swallow the pill. Doing so will put you into a sort of hibernation for a while, along with removing all your memories of today. … Besides that, your other option is to leave. … Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr … Why do things this way? … Well… … Uh… … I- <Dad stutters a bit, struggling to start the sentence.> I- I've made a lot of mistakes as a father, but I think my biggest one was never giving you a chance. To make up for that, I've designed this convoluted system to give you — maybe some would say — too many chances. A chance to make the choice for yourself. Even… Even if it's not as fair as I'd like it to be. … You deserve the world, I really believe that, Patricia, but the world you were promised doesn't exist with you in it. … That's really all there is to say. … … If you need any time to think, I left you some of your favorite books on a shelf nearby. You can experience those all over again, at least. … … I love you Patricia. … … And I'm sorry. … … Thus concludes the final tape. … Click … … Bending down slightly, you can see the compartment jutting out below the table. … … What do you do? … Delete The Memories … Leave You're not really Patricia then, are you? … or you could just read a book and decide later … ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7183" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7183. Licensed under CC-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-7184 | euclid | One of several corridors in SCP-7184's complex. Footage captured by Dr. Yee. Item #: SCP-7184 Special Containment Procedures: The Catherine Rutledge Memorial Community Center has been shuttered and blocked from civilian access. Efforts toward the location and containment of SCP-7184 are under the purview of HMCL supervisor Dr. Darrell Yee. Description: SCP-7184 is a hostile entity inhabiting the basement complex of the now-abandoned Catherine Rutledge Memorial Community Center in Bluestone, Arkansas. Although details are sparse, incident reports indicate SCP-7184 possesses abnormal strength, speed, and intelligence. Other inferred traits include a decreased need for nourishment and an aversion to sunlight. SCP-7184 has been linked to twenty disappearances in and around the community center. Foundation investigators forcibly closed the building after local reports of the anomaly circulated, and Dr. Yee was assigned to lead containment efforts. On 12/13/2022, Dr. Yee and an armed task force entered the basement complex to ascertain the scale of the anomaly's environment. Read the addendum below for recovered footage from the containment expedition. Addendum 7184-1: Interview Date: 01/02/2023 Interviewee: Dr. Darrell Yee Interviewer: Unknown [BEGIN] [Dr. Yee dimly illuminates the corridor before him with a small flashlight. He shambles forward; he braces himself against the brick walls as he limps. A sloshing sound accompanies every step. He takes shallow breaths, cold air puffing from his mouth. The corridor is silent save for a soft dripping.] [Dr. Yee moves forward continuously, coughing and sneezing at intervals, until about five minutes into the footage. At this point, Dr. Yee leans onto the right wall with his flashlight-holding hand. The wall crumbles partially. Dr. Yee crashes onto the ground as he drops his flashlight; the tool splashes into the shallow water. He scrambles for the flashlight and struggles to curl his fingers around the torch. The flashlight flickers.] Unknown: What have you found? [Dr. Yee screams and looks back. A hulking humanoid figure stands in the corridor: its swollen hands and feet resemble those of humans. It leans a hand on each wall. Its body and face are obscured in shadow.] Dr. Yee: I-I… y-you… [Dr. Yee stammers nonsensically as he crawls backward.] Unknown: I said… [The figure rapidly approaches Dr. Yee, loudly scratching its nails on the walls.] Unknown: What have you found? Dr. Yee: N-nothing! I've found nothing! Unknown: You've found nothing? [Dr. Yee breathes rapidly, gazing up at the humanoid.] Unknown: What is my name? Dr. Yee: Y-you're SCP-7184. [The figure crouches down and scrapes its fingers along the floor. Its body and face are still obscured.] Unknown: Am I SCP-7184? Or does SCP-7184 still stalk these halls? And you have found nothing? Dr. Yee: Nothing! I promise, there's nothing! [The figure stands back up.] Unknown: Can you turn the flashlight off? Dr. Yee: No! I won't- Unknown: Can you turn the flashlight off? [Dr. Yee stares at the flashlight before flicking the power button.] Unknown: What do you see? Dr. Yee: … I see nothing Unknown: Do you see nothing, or can you not see? If you cannot see, who can say if there is nothing? Dr. Yee: I can't even feel my thumbs! I don't even know how many days I've spent down here! If you want to find SCP-7184, find someone else! Unknown: … do you know why I need you? [Sounds of scratching and cracking.] Unknown: … because there is a monster down here, Darrell. And I know only one person who will ignore his colleagues' warnings and brave the dark to find it. Do you know who that is? [The flashlight flicks on. The camera perspective has changed: Dr. Yee lies on the ground in the distance. The fingers on his right hand have been cleanly cut off. Blood begins dripping onto his torn, wet clothes. A light shines onto his face.] Unknown: It's you! [Dr. Yee struggles to pick himself up and runs into the distance. The camera stays fixed on the darkness long after Dr. Yee has escaped from view.] [END] Containment efforts led by Dr. Yee are still ongoing. |
SCP-7185 | safe | close Info X Content Warning: ⚠️ This article contains multiple varying descriptions of body deformation, minor uses of psychological torture, isolation, and general body horror. Check out my other works: The Conspiracy to Murder. A lesbian love story between two literal lovebirds. SCP-500-EX. A con-artist scams the Foundation for several years with the Placebo Effect. SCP-7656 A man getting tortured for decades, broadcast for thousands across America to see. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-7185 SCP-7185. Special Containment Procedures: The factory and surrounding area containing SCP-7185 have been cordoned off from the general public under the guise of a dangerous chemical leakage. Accordingly, a 5-meter tall chain-link fence has been erected from an exactly 15-kilometer radius of SCP-7185. The fence is to be checked weekly for damage, at which point if damage is located it is to be repaired. Any geographical mentions of the abandoned settlement of Beard, Oregon, United States, have been removed from maps. Public satellite imagery has been altered to exclude Beard, and the road leading to the town has been relabeled as private property. Description: SCP-7185 is an unidentified machine located within an abandoned factory in the Southern Cascadian Mountain Range, Oregon, United States. SCP-7185 is not connected to any exterior power or piping, but maintains three levers that control its operations. If both black-tipped levers are switched down, and a currently rusted-over lever is pulled, SCP-7185 will produce a green liquid dubbed SCP-7185-1. SCP-7185-1 is an alcoholic beverage with a semi-viscous consistency, which when ingested, will result in a series of changes to subjects bodies over the span of a several-week-spanning period which will result in the bodily mutation and deformation of subjects. SCP-7185-1 works to successfully degrade the effectiveness of depressants, opiates, and stimulants following an extended period post-ingestion. These changes will vary on a case-by-case basis, and inevitably result in the subjects expiration. Following the expiration of subjects, the anomalous cause of their deaths will cease manifesting. Discovery: On July 18th, 2014, numerous reports were made to park rangers of an entity emerging from the treeline at Crater Lake National Park and attacking civilians. Foundation agents embedded for the containment of SCP-3310 discredited the rumors as a case of mass hysteria, and subsequently detained witnessing civilians prior to their amnesticization and release. A search effort began for the entity lasting 2-hours, at which point the entity was recovered. A subsequent analysis concluded that the entity was a civilian known as "Zach Hermann", at which point Hermann was transferred to a nearby Foundation outpost at SCP-3462, Oregon, United States, for emergency surgery. Hermann's body had been fully covered in growths of Kindbergia Oregana1 and numerous unidentified root growths across his skin and internal organs. After approximately 18-hours of contiguous surgery, it was deemed infeasible to remove all of the growths at the time with the given resources. As such, primary surgical efforts were focused on the removal of growths concentrated around Hermann's eyes, nostrils, ear canals, and throat. After a further 7-hours of surgery, minor progress was made at which point Hermann was transferred to Site-56 for a further surgery to be hypothesized and implemented, along with interviewing Hermann as to the origin of the anomaly that occurred in his physical person. Interview Log-7185-1 Interviewer: Researcher Charlie Kanley Interviewee: Zach Hermann Hermann is situated on a medical bed in a private room. Kanley sits in a seat adjacent to the bed. Kanley: Greetings, Mr. Hermann. Are you able to speak at the moment? Hermann moves his mouth slowly and begins speaking in a raspy voice. Hermann: Yes. Kanley: Great. Now, we found you at Crater Lake with some pretty serious injuries that most people wouldn't survive, any clue as to which part of Crater Lake this happened to you? Hermann: North. Kanley: The north side of the park? Hermann: No. North of the park. Kanley: By where? Hermann: Oakridge. Kanley: Pretty far from here. Why did you walk all the way down to Crater Lake? Hermann coughs. Hermann: The roots grew over my eyes. I didn't know where I was going after Kellen died. Kanley: And who exactly is this "Kellen" person? Hermann: My husband. Kanley: Did Kellen additionally suffer from similar symptoms as your own? Hermann: Yes. Kanley: Alright, was this exactly in Oakridge, or at a location nearby? How do you get to where this happened to you? Hermann: Ride down to Hills Creek Lake, and follow Hills Creek Road south until you see a sign saying "Beard" and a road by the sign. Kanley: Is that a town? Hermann: Abandoned. Kanley: Then whatever caused this is in Beard? Hermann: Yes. Kanley: Anyone else besides you and your expired husband involved? Hermann: Yes. Azrael, Mark, and Angel. We also had Caleb, but he isn't alive anymore. Kanley: Ok. We will attempt to remove other growths within the next few hours. Hermann: The anesthesia does not work. Kanley: Pardon? Hermann: I felt everything that happened during the surgery. Kanley: We will attempt to discern why that is happening. But regardless, we need to proceed with the surgery to ensure that you are in healthy condition. Kanley stands out of her chair. Kanley: And of course, to make sure you are able to give us another interview tomorrow. Kanley laughs at her joke and walks out of the room. Hermann remains silent and looks down, clutching his head in his hands. Hermann: Why'd I give them that fucking drink? Closing Summary: A team has been dispatched to Beard, Oregon, United States, for the recovery of a potentially anomalous object and any civilians at risk of destroying the veil. Hermann is to remain under medical analysis as surgeries progress for the monitoring of future growths within his anatomy. After successful surgeries are implemented, Hermann is to remain in Foundation custody until further interviews can discern as much useful information regarding the potential anomaly as possible. Foundation Agents noticed difficulty in traversing the path to the town due to both the poor state of infrastructure leading to the town, and the conflicting series of roads leading to separate abandoned properties on the outskirts of the town through the woods. At 17:29, PDT, Agents arrived at the town center and searched the surrounding area, at which point at 17:41, PDT, Agents located a factory containing approximately 3 expired human bodies, and several green jars of what was later determined to be SCP-7185-1. Outside of the factory, a shallow grave was discovered in which a fourth expired body was located. Interview Log-7185-2 Interviewer: Researcher Charlie Kanley Interviewee: Zach Hermann Kanley: Greetings, Mr. Hermann. Are you feeling any better? Hermann: Doesn't hurt to talk as much. Kanley: Good. I take it the surgeries have gone well despite the complication. Hermann: Yes they have. Except for the itty bitty thing that I feel your surgeons digging through me. Both are silent for several seconds. Kanley: Well, we found Beard, and have secured the area. Now need to ask you some more specific questions about the anomaly. Hermann: Are they safe? Kanley: Who? Hermann: My friends. Did you fucking find them? Kanley: No. A search is currently underway.2 Hermann looks down and sighs. Hermann: Good. They have to be alive. This shouldn't have happened to Kellen for nothing. Kanley: Agents have found multiple samples of a green liquid. Is this the drink you were referring to? Hermann: Yeah. Angel found a journal that said it was some sort of alcohol the owners of the factory gave to their workers in the '30's. Only stopped using it after workers kept getting drunk, or something like that. Kanley: Why did you choose to ingest it? Hermann: It was all my fault. I thought we could get our hands on some beer for free. We only got supplies once a month, and they never gave us anything for our downtime. Kanley: Supplies for what? Hermann: An abandoned town has a lot of shit we can sell. Some guy hired us out to scavenge through anything of value in the town then we would sell it later. Kanley: Know what his name was? Hermann: Sean. Kanley: I meant his specific name. Hermann: He just put an ad up on Craigslist. Kanley: Alright. Can you provide a description of the machine that produced the liquid? Hermann: It's blue. It also has a little wooden box with a nozzle that pours the drink. If you pull the levers it dispenses the liquid. Kanley: Ok. Do you- A transmission is sent to Kanley through her earpiece. Kanley: Excuse me for a second. Kanley leaves the room. The interview is subsequently ceased. Closing Summary: Agents positioned within proximity of SCP-7185 were ordered to determine and isolate SCP-7185. Further questions are to be decided upon, and Hermann is to be interrogated again for any further knowledge he has regarding SCP-7185, and the effects of SCP-7185-1. Researcher Kanley is to be formally commended for her ingenuity in not informing Hermann of the ceased life functions of his associates. Tracking efforts through "Sean's" craigslist account have begun to discern his exact location. Due to the outdated and un-maintained infrastructure surrounding SCP-7185, renovations were ordered to further ease containment and allow for the establishment of wireless communication with personnel at SCP-7185. Shortly following the conclusion of Interview Log-7185-2, Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 was dispatched to SCP-7185 due to the severe credible threat of a Chaos Insurgency raid on the facilities. All other personnel were sent away from SCP-7185 for their personal safety. It was deemed safe for standard personnel to re-enter the facility after 14-hours had passed. In which, numerous firefights were reported to have occurred, ultimately concluding in the members of the Chaos Insurgency being driven away from SCP-7185 while sustaining major casualties. Alpha-1 remained on location to ensure the peaceful collection of information regarding SCP-7185. Alpha-1 would transfer control over a journal found nearby to the expired bodies found in proximity to SCP-7185. The journal was in a state of severe damage due to the conditions it was kept in until its discovery, as such, entries within the journal were divided into three differing sections based on their condition. 1. Readable condition. 2. Barely discernible condition. 3. Indiscernible condition. Readable Condition Entries Zach and Kellen just left. I doubt we need Zach around here anymore. I will miss Kellen, however. I'm writing this because I am not sure we will all surv We are all in pretty good shape. Caleb wasn't good for morale, but we all know that was a freak accident. He was always getting sick, so that must of destroyed his immune system. Though none of us have heard of a man catching on fire from a disease. We still know that all of us have only a few more days left to wait, then they'll come back with help. Zach decided that all of us needed to try the beer, and now this happens. Whatever happens to him in the woods, he deserves. But Kellen does not. Why'd that dumbass go with that piece of shit? Regardless, Angel and I tried exploring the roads to find a way out. Low and behold, when you abandon a town for 70 years it gets hard to navigate. We keep finding roads that lead to nowhere, or that are blocked by a landslide. The rest of us decided to start looking through the factory we found the beer in to look if they ever made an antidote. I hope to god they did. But if we can't, I don't know how long we will last. Azrael. The remainder of notable entries within the journal were placed under-recovery, in order to repair the damage done to the journals and fully discern the text transcribed through the damage done to the entries. Further interviews were decided upon to collect valuable information regarding the location of any further SCP-7185-1 instances, and relevant information regarding the effects of SCP-7185-1 prior to human testing via D-Class personnel. Interview Log-7185-3 Interviewer: Researcher Charlie Kanley Interviewee: Zach Hermann Hermann moves his head to look at Kanley walking into the room. Hermann: Did you find them yet? Kanley: No. It was delayed following complications with a hostile group. Hermann: What group?! Kanley: It was dealt with. We- Hermann: Did they kidnap my friends? Kanley: As I was saying, they followed us to the location. Your friends were already gone. We believe they may have left the location shortly after you and Kellen did. Hermann: Based on what? Kanley: Not much. Just the lack of signs of habitation around SCP-7185. Hermann: The fuck is that? Kanley: What? Hermann makes air quotes with his hands. Hermann: SCP-7185. Kanley: Oh, that is what we call the machine that produces the drinks. Kanley laughs. Hermann remains emotionless. Kanley: Sorry, sometimes I forget you aren't as in the know about new info as we are. Hermann: Where, did, they, Go? Kanley: We do think someone may have picked them up. We are looking through hospital reports at the moment. Hermann: Nobody picked them up. The only guy who ever came down was Sean once every three months to pick up whatever we found. Kanley: So Sean could have picked them up? Hermann: I said nobody did. That piece of shit came down to Beard right before Caleb died, and you want to know what he did? Kanley: What did he do? Hermann: He saw us, and immediately drove the other direction without even thinking to get us help. Kanley: How shortly prior was this to Caleb's expiration? Hermann: Four fucking days. Kanley scribbles a note on her clipboard. Kanley: What happened immediately following the initial ingestion of SCP-7185-1? Hermann: Nothing much. It was actually pretty helpful Kanley: What do you mean by helpful? Hermann: Stuff like us having more energy. Like, we stopped needing to sleep altogether after a week or so. Kanley: Any physical effects of 7185-1? Hermann: We starting healing from stuff like cuts faster. Kanley: When did negative properties of 7185-1 manifest? Such as… Kanley gestures at Hermann's left forearm, which has a noticeable root growth emerging from within the skin. Hermann: I think I already knew what you meant. Kanley: It is my duty to be thorough. But when did it first appear? Hermann: After around a month. Just us all feeling aches around our bodies. Kanley: When did specific anomalous symptoms occur within all of you? Hermann: A few days after that, there were just weird things we started feeling. Caleb got a really bad fever, I felt a tightness in my chest, and Mark's hair just started falling out. Same with Angel. Kanley: So 7185-1's effects varied? Hermann: Yes. Kanley: What were the end results of everyone's symptoms? Hermann: I don't know. The only one that got bad was Caleb's. Kanley: And what were Caleb's symptoms? Hermann: After his hair was gone, his skin started peeling. It was very red. Then one night, he ran out screaming on fire. We tried to pour water on him, but he just kept fucking catching on fire. Even would be a few minutes when we thought he was out, then have him catch again. Kanley: Forgive me if I am mistaken, but is there not a creek that runs through the settlement? Could you not simply submerge him in there? Hermann: We tried to. It didn't do shit, and his skin started forming massive blisters which just kept popping. We couldn't even keep him submerged since he was constantly coming up to breathe, only for the fire to relight the second he went above the water. Kanley: And when did Caleb finally expire? Hermann: I don't know. It was morning when he stopped burning. Kanley: Where is his body? Hermann: Buried him by the factory. Kanley: Then you were forcibly removed from the town? Seeing as your friends blamed you for this? Hermann: Yes. I had to find help back to them. Alone or not. But Kellen decided to stay with me. Kanley: You two are married. Hermann: Yes, but I didn't expect him to join me. Not after I killed Caleb. Kanley: These are all the questions required at the time. Kanley stands up and exits the room. Closing Summary: New samples of SCP-7185-1 have been collected for the purposes of analysis and experimentation. Expired bodies discovered close to SCP-7185 are to be transferred to the proper facilities for their required autopsies in order to extract relevant information. A fourth interview was scheduled for the next day following another series of surgeries to remove further growths from Hermann's anatomy. The location of Sean was revealed shortly following the recovery of the journal entry, and Sean's identity was confirmed to be "Sean MacDougall". Agents were promptly dispatched to MacDougall's location, at which point he was detained and interrogated. No valuable information was recovered in the interrogation, as such, MacDougall was amnesticized and released. Saved information regarding the location of Beard, or referencing any victims of SCP-7185-1 were removed from MacDougall's personal devices. Money held by MacDougall prior amounting to roughly $46,000 USD were seized from MacDougall's financial assets to conceal any traces of money gained from scavenging within Beard. The new money gained was promptly used to help finance the containment of SCP-7185. Following initial recovery efforts, sections of journal entries in "Barely Discernible Condition" were recovered, although minor water damage was present along numerous sections of the entries, causing small amounts of information to be unrecoverable. Barely-Discernible Condition Entries What just happened? Mark just fucking died. His hair started falling out, and it was getting a bunch of rashes with his skin peeling, so we were worried something like what happened to Caleb was going to happen to him. But then we thought it would be fine, since winter was around and he could stay in the snow. Then something started building up on his skin. We didn't know what it was at first, all we knew was that it would appear every few hours and we had to scrape it off. After two days, it started appearing faster and faster. Then it started dripping off of him. It felt hot, too. Angel thinks it was candlewax, and I mean it looked like it. It was a blue-ish green color, but we couldn't keep it away. Mark, that idiot, didn't even say it hurt that much. Kept us from trying to help him for a few days. Only after it literally started burning off his eyes did he finally let us start to help him remove it, and by then I don't know what we could do. He only had another day before he started getting completely covered in it. Then he stopped moving, and I guess we all thought he was dead. We're waiting to move him until the wax finally cools down, which hasn't exactly happened yet. I swear it is still growing even a few days after he died. The snow is beautiful outside. We're both huddled around that goddamn machine because this is the room Mark's body was in. Whatever is covering him has definitely grown. We're trying to pick away at it, but we can only really use sticks or boards because that wax thing is still scalding hot. Me and Angel started looking around the place while we were waiting for the snow storm to stop. Ended up finding a bunch of weird logos. Hard to describe but it has this almost gear-looking thing and three inward-facing arrows. Overall, not much we were able to find about curing us of this, of course. So we just decided to lay down and rest for a few hours. Not that we can even fucking sleep. I guess all I can do is write in this about what I'm thinking. What I'm thinking is whether I should ask Angel on a date if we survive this. Assuming he is gay, Not that we will, but a good thought I guess. It's getting harder and harder to move as much. Not for a lack of energy, but it's just getting harder to move my muscles. Hopefully it isn't too bad. I guess we also overreacted a bit with Zach. I mean, he is the one who convinced us all to drink whatever the green thing is, but he couldn't have fucking known. I don't know, I mean, I know he and his husband are heavy drinkers. At their wedding, I remember me, Angel, and Mark having to carry both of them to one of our cars back to their place. Then us scrambling to make sure they had their car back when they were sober. Just, I can't ignore what happened to Caleb and Mark. Even if it is some sort of butterfly effect, I don't know what to call it, but it was still Zach's actions that caused this. I swear I'm seeing Mark's body moving. He's still fucking alive. I walked over and he was trying to dig out of there. It has been like a fucking week. How was he just in a pile of hot wax? Is Caleb still alive? Did we just bury him? I mean, I guess that explains why his body was still making wax. Hopefully the lack of fires means Caleb was dead when we buried him. He's stopped moving now. I don't know if he is dead again, or just unable to move. No matter what I am moving the wax from his face. I'm so sorry Mark. Azrael. Following the completion of securing the area within close proximity to SCP-7185, efforts began on the location and identification of the expired body of Kellen Anderson, of which the exact location was unknown to the Foundation at the time. Several teams were placed on standby across the Southern-Central Oregon area in preparation to search for the corpse of Anderson. Preliminary search efforts across broad zones of search also began. Interview Log-7185-4 Interviewer: Researcher Charlie Kanley Interviewee: Zach Hermann Hermann is reclined in his medical bed. Approximately 46 minutes prior to the interview, Hermann exited a failed operation to remove further growths from his lungs. Kanley: Greetings Hermann. I know you just got out of surgery, so I will attempt to keep things brief. We would like to locate your expired husband. Hermann: Yeah? Kanley: Yes. Where did he expire? Hermann: I don't know? Kanley: How do you not know? Hermann: There were fucking roots over my eyes. I couldn't- Hermann begins coughing. Hemann: Do you have any water? Kanley: Give me a second. Kanley exits the room, and returns 46 seconds later with a small paper cup of water. Kanley: Now that that has been taken care of, let us proceed. Kanley looks through notes on her clipboard. Kanley: We currently believe that your friends may have followed you shortly after you left. But congregated around the expired body of Kellen. Locating Kellen's body would be critical in finding the rest. Hermann: I don't know where he is. We were in the woods I think. Kanley: If you do not know the location, it may be best to start closer to the beginning. Hermann coughs again, and drinks most of the water in the cup. Kanley: Alright. Why didn't you and Kellen just follow any roads? Hermann: We got lost. You have to spend a few miles off road to get into the town, and even then there were dozens of paths. Kanley: And a wrong turn got you stuck in the woods? Hermann: Yes. Kanley: What did you have with you? Hermann: A backpack with a lighter and a pocket knife. Then a few cans of food. Also a notebook and pen, but we didn't use those. Kanley: And then you just wandered off into the wilderness? Hermann: Yes. Kanley: Did you pass any notable landmarks? Hermann: We saw a mountain on our way like a week in. Might have been Diamond Peak. Kanley: How long did it take after for Kellen to expire? Hermann: I didn't really keep track of time. It was around 2 weeks or so. Kanley: How did Kellen expire? Hermann: He was shitting and vomiting glass and metal. Kanley: Metal chunks emerged from Kellen's anatomy? Hermann: Yeah, and a ton of blood too. Hermann violently coughs for 12 seconds while reaching for the water cup, even though it is empty. Kanley: How did he die? Hermann: I don't know. The roots grew over my eyes so I couldn't see him, or anything. He was navigating me around and I just assumed he wasn't doing that bad. Then one day he collapsed. Kanley: Was he dead immediately? Hermann: No. I still heard him, so I tried to find him. When I did I just sat down with him. I don't know why, but- Hermann coughs. Hermann: I needed to be there when he died. I couldn't leave him. Kanley: When did you leave him? Hermann: After a few hours I couldn't hear him breathing, and knew he was dead. So I got up and walked by myself until I heard a car horn honking. Kanley: Did you find these cars? Hermann: No. I ran towards the source until it was gone, then I kept going until I heard some screams. Then you guys found me. Kanley: Alright. We will attempt to locate your friends from this. We will keep you posted, and attempt to resolve the anesthesia issue post-surgery. Closing notes: This interview has been largely unsuccessful in discerning the location of Anderson's corpse. Efforts are to be underway to search a broad area from Beard to Crater Lake with a general focus on areas that have a vision of Diamond Peak Volcano. As search parties were dispatched to locate the expired corpse of Anderson, efforts finished on the partial recovery of journal entries in "Indescirnible Condition". Recovered contents were analyzed, although information potentially located within the entries was non-recoverable. Indescirnible Condition Entries When you can't walk, you write. We aren't getting through this. So those plans I had about asking Angel out on a date aren't going to work. Angel died two days ago. At least with the others, it took only a few days for them to die. It took Angel a few weeks. I saw his eyelids and nails fall out, then over the next few days, he said his skin was falling off. I didn't even believe him until I saw the skin over his foot peel off in one layer. It grew back after a few hours, but large chunks kept falling off in entire pieces faster and faster. I thought it would at least be over in a few days, but he just kept recovering and it kept happening over and over again. At one point I even saw his face fucking fall off. He didn't even have most of his nose when it came back. He spent so many hours vomiting and shitting blood, I don't even know if a human has that much blood. I mean, whatever the fucking drink is probably keeps replacing his blood with new stuff. When I was a teen, I remember hearing of this Japanese man whose body couldn't heal from injuries. Of course, young me with unlimited internet access wanted to see pictures of it. I feel like teen me seeing those pictures for the first time. Only I see them 24/7, and I can't stop it. A few days before Angel died, things started getting worse for me. I can't move at all below my chest, and weird bumps are forming on my skin. My hands are already deformed, and I don't know what is happening. I can't feel my legs anymore. I had to crawl in here from outside to avoid a storm. My hands are barely moving. I'm assuming Kellen and Zach are already dead, if not then they are assholes for choosing to not send help. We were too harsh with Zach. I mean, it definitely wasn't his fault. He drank it too, but of course we blamed him for it. We needed to blame someone, and in doing so we sentenced him and Kellen to die alone. We are great people. I guess if I am going to die, I might as well put down what I know. Even though the biggest question is why this happened. The story about this being a drink to help the workers is full of shit. We checked the town hall, and the companies that "own" the factory just popped into existence one day. No records about the factory existing before 1921. They also never actually named any employees, just the letter "D" followed by a number. Something else happened in here. Some experiment. But it doesn't matter. Not anymore to me at least. I can't even feel my lower body anymore. I'm putting the journal in my backpack, so if anyone finds us they can know what happened. I don't think we'll be found. Azrael. On July 21st, 2014, at approximately 11:04 PDT Zach Hermann expired from anomalous complications while undergoing surgery. At approximately 13:27 PDT on the same day, the expired corpse of Kellen Anderson was located and underwent autopsy. A note was recovered on Anderson's person pertaining to his expiration. To my love, my life, but never my death. May you survive this. It's been a few hours since you left. Hopefully, your refusal to leave my side until then won't end your chances. Mine are over, but you still have a chance to make it. You will make it. I know you will. The stars are so beautiful tonight. I don't think we've had much of a chance over the last few weeks to look at them. Always pushing to find civilization faster. You've been so busy trying to push through despite the plants growing faster. If you ever see this, know that none of this was your fault, and I will never blame you for it. It wasn't even a mistake you made, we all decided to go along with it. Azrael is wrong for kicking you out. But do not hate him, he did what he thought was right, even though he was not. Just find out who made it. Bring them to justice for all of us, bring them to justice for Caleb, bring them to justice for me. Find who Sigmund Carr-Payton is, and why they made the factory. Find why they made it. That is all I want you to do. That is what we all need you to do. The past few hours were the most beautiful time in my life. Cuddling with you on a cool night, gazing upon the stars, knowing this is it, but staying together nevertheless. Even though I do not wish it to be, I am content with this being my last memory. I would always choose to go into the woods with you again, so you may make it even if I will not. The clouds are about to cover the stars now. I will take a break from writing so I can gaze upon them one last time. Goodbye, my love. Kellen D-Class testing utilizing SCP-7185-1 has been indefinitely postponed following a joint consensus by both the O5 council and the Ethics Committee. Further analysis of the composition of SCP-7185-1 has begun. Analysis into the origin of SCP-7185 is to be placed under the command of Researcher Charlie Kanley. However, due to the lack of surviving evidence, and the damaged condition of recovered documents, the research into its origin is to be placed at minimum priority and receive requisite funding until future breakthroughs are made. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7185" by VapidPoem, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7186 | safe | Maybe we would have better luck covering this thing up if we actually knew what it was. Let me hire some real geologists so I can let my team do their jobs. . View of SCP-7186 from research outpost Item #: SCP-7186 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its size and location, direct containment of SCP-7186 is untenable at the current time, feasibility of containment is to be reassessed in future under the direction of Dr. Juliet Grey. The area around SCP-7186’s initial discovery site is to be fenced off under the guise of a mining related chemical spill. Indirect containment is to be maintained through the dissemination of a variety of cover stories. Foundation webcrawler Metatron.IO is to monitor forums and conferences related to geology, volcanology and oceanography for references to, and discussions of, SCP-7186. Individuals arguing against currently disseminated cover stories are to be covertly administered Class-C amnestics, with current cover stories implanted over the individual’s pre-existing hypotheses regarding SCP-7186. Update 19/03/2026: Previously amnesticised individuals who continue to be flagged by Metatron.IO for discussions surrounding SCP-7186 are to be brought in for questioning at the discretion of Dr. Juliet Grey. Description: SCP-7186 is a 14.3km3 deposit of obsidian, roughly 200 km northwest of the town of Coober Pedy, South Australia. Initial testing revealed the obsidian to be non-anomalous, however either the apparent age or location of the anomaly should be impossible within currently accepted geological models. The surrounding rock is cretaceous in origin, and the brittle, amorphous obsidian should not be capable of surviving the millions of years of energetic subduction the Australian tectonic plate has experienced since its formation. If the obsidian is not as old as the surrounding rock, no known mechanism would explain its presence over 1500km from the nearest known volcanically active region. Discovery: SCP-7186 was first uncovered by opal miners in central South Australia in late April 2023, who reported the unusual find to Geoscience Australia. Subsequent gravity surveys by Geoscience Australia established the extent of the anomalous deposit, at which point the Foundation was alerted to the existence of the anomaly by an embedded agent. Despite Foundation efforts to confiscate the initial surveys and amnesticise those involved in their production, several copies of the surveys had been sent to an unknown number of individuals. It was decided that the extensive operations required to retrieve the copies were an unnecessary expense, given the low disruption risk posed by the anomaly, and the current containment procedures were implemented instead. A temporary research outpost was established close to the initial site of discovery under the purview of Site-220. Researcher Dr. Juliet Grey was identified as the highest ranked Foundation geologist currently assigned to a site located within Australia, and was subsequently designated as the Head Researcher for SCP-7186. Addendum 1: On 13/3/2024 the first paper written by the SCP-7186 research team was published through the Foundation front organisation Sediment and Crystallisation Periodical serving as the initial cover story for SCP-7186. The abstract of the paper is included below. The Great Victoria Desert Gravity Anomaly (27° 22': 131° 27')1 is a recently identified region in the South-Eastern Great Victoria Desert, in the general vicinity of Coober Pedy, SA. Identification of the material represented by the GVD Gravity Anomaly is complicated by the presence of an industrial mining accident in the region. Material at the anomaly is distinct from the surrounding granite, as evidenced by available gravity surveys of the area. Based on known data surrounding the Great Victoria Desert's paleogeology, the material represented by the anomaly is most likely an intrusive, felsic, igneous rock, with the probability that it is granitic being high. The exact proportion of orthoclase and plagioclase feldspars present within the material cannot be determined at this time, however we hypothesise that they are approximately equal. The specific gravity recorded suggests a finer grained porphyritic rock makes up the majority of the material represented by the anomaly. The anomaly most likely represents a previously unidentified deposit of quartz monzonite that formed from an intrusion with a lower silica density than the surrounding regions. Addendum 2: Following the publication of the paper mentioned in Addendum 1, an email exchange occurred between Dr. Grey and Site-220 Director Alex Anderson, recorded below. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Not good enough Date: 17/3/2024 There's no way this cover story holds up. My team have done the best job they possibly can, but most of them aren't even geologists; anything we can come up with is going to get torn to pieces by anyone with even a shred of professional credibility. You need to allocate more personnel to the project, preferably personnel with actual schooling in the field we're researching. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Not good enough Date: 18/3/2024 Dr. Grey, As I told you the last time you requested an increase in funding, it is the opinion of my own office, and of the Overwatch Council, that the SCP-7186 project is receiving adequate funding and resources for the level of threat a breach poses to the integrity of the veil. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Not good enough Date: 18/3/2024 As I told you last time you gave me the same canned response, the Overwatch Council is wrong. They think that, because this isn't some big, stupid murder-monster, it isn't a danger to the veil- and that line of thinking is inexcusably wrong. Once word starts getting around about this thing, and it will, I can promise you that, it's going to be the most significant geological discovery in decades. We lack the manpower to build a genuinely convincing cover story, and if we can't do that then we're just drawing further attention to it. Maybe we would have better luck covering this thing up if we actually knew what it was. Let me hire some real geologists so I can let my team do their jobs. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: Not good enough Date: 20/3/2024 Dr. Grey, Your complaints about staffing have been noted and will be passed along to Administration and Oversight. It has been brought to my attention that the most recent addition to the SCP-7186 research team has adequate qualifications for the task you have been given. You are to ensure knowledge of the anomaly remains exclusively within the hands of Foundation personnel with the resources that have been made available. If you believe the current cover story is insufficient, it is the opinion of this office that your team begin work on a new cover story. Work with what you have Dr. Grey. I can't give you any more. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Not good enough Date: 20/3/2024 Adequate qualifications? Junior Researcher Ward has a BA in Human Geography and a Major in American Indian Studies, Anderson. I appreciate everything he does for the team but those are hardly 'adequate qualifications' to be studying an unprecedented geological phenomenon. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher No further emails in this chain were recorded. Addendum 3: Despite attempts by the SCP-7186 research team to disseminate the above paper, awareness of SCP-7186's nature as an obsidian deposit continued to grow in online and academic geological communities. Necessary amnesticisations increased by 186% between 1/3/2024 and 30/9/2024, representing an escalating cost of containment. The SCP-7186 research team was directed to focus all efforts on the publication of a second cover story, in the belief that multiple false narratives would muddy the waters and decrease the chances of interested individuals uncovering the truth. The following email correspondences were retrieved from the account of Dr. Juliet Grey after receiving the updated directives: From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: a joke? Date: 5/10/2024 You want us to come up with another cover story? In less time? Am I reading these directives correctly Anderson? I warned you what would happen, and I was right. We spent our best shot early trying to spin 7186 as adamellite and people didn't buy it, because not everyone who works in geology has rocks for brains. A firehose of falsehoods isn't going to help here, we need a new approach. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: a joke? Date: 7/10/2024 If you think you have a better solution, submit a proposal and I will consider it, Dr. Grey. For the time being, I expect your next paper ready for dissemination in 6 weeks time, ahead of SGTSG 20242. We have already arranged an invited speaker slot for you and your team. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: a joke? Date: 7/10/2024 Fine, here's my proposal, let me bring in our loudest critics. Take the people making our jobs harder and have them work for us. Saves the cost of amnesticisation and brings our staffing up to the level we need to actually figure out what's going on here. It's a win-win, what do you say? Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: a joke? Date: 8/10/2024 6 weeks, Dr. Grey. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 No further emails were recorded in this chain. Addendum 4: Following the publication of the SCP-7186 research team's second paper, Dr. Grey gave a guest speech at SGTSG 2024, due to technical issues with the host organisation's audio-visual equipment no transcript is available. Dr. Grey's speech notes are presented below instead. Open: formal, thank for time Keywords: Sediment and Crystallisation Periodical Question: state the obvious, why is it there? why is it still there? Keywords: Wayward, Fragile, Stable Proposal: big pitch, catch them off guard, assure against dramatising, do not nervous laugh Keywords: Proto Rift Valley, Catastrophism, Plausability Evidence: focus on the slides and graphs, thank the team extensively Keywords: Plausability, Plausability, Plausability Closing: thank again, humility, close with thanks to team and org, deep breaths Keywords: Thanks, Team, Honoured Upon leaving the conference venue, Dr. Grey was seen on the service entrance security cameras sat on the floor crying. No sound was recorded by the camera. An individual identified as Junior Researcher Ward approached and sat beside Dr. Grey. They appear to have conversed for 1 minute and 34 seconds before Dr. Grey stood, wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her labcoat, helped Junior Researcher Ward to stand and exited the camera's frame. The following email was sent from Dr. Grey's scipmail account upon her return to Site-220: From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Just one favour Date: 19/11/2024 I have one request Anderson. For my team's sake I'll keep putting myself through that hell, but I need one thing from you in return. Let me bring one of them in. Let me talk to one of the people we're trying to keep quiet. That's all I'm asking for. Please, Alex, just give me this. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Just one favour Date: 22/11/2024 You'll be notified when Metatron pings a repeat offender. Put in an official interview request when that happens. I'll consider it. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 Addendum 5: On 6/2/2025, Foundation webcrawlers identified a newly published paper by one Dr. Folorunso Fatukasi arguing against the currently disseminated cover stories for SCP-7186. As Dr. Fatukasi had already received 4 rounds of amnestic treatment following previous incidents related to the anomaly, Dr. Juliet Grey was notified of the situation. At her insistence, Dr. Grey was granted permission to interview Dr. Fatukasi at Site-220. Transcription of interview of Dr. Folorunso Fatukasi by Dr. Juliet Grey: <Begin Log> Dr. Fatukasi is seated in interview room 27 in Site 220. Dr. Grey enters carrying a clipboard which slips out of her hand as she closes the door behind her. She hurriedly collects the clipboard and stands, extending a hand to Dr. Fatukasi, looking visibly flustered. Grey: Ah, apologies, thank you for agreeing to this meeting Dr. Fatukasi- I know we’re a, uh, a little out of the way. Dr. Fatukasi shakes Dr. Grey’s hand. The latter hurriedly takes a seat opposite. Fatukasi: Not at all, your organisation has been very accommodating Dr… Grey, is it? Grey: Yes, I believe we met before at the… ah, no, you probably wouldn’t remember that- well we’ve definitely been to the same conference once or twice. Dr. Fatukasi raises an eyebrow but does not otherwise react. Fatukasi: Indeed. Dr. Grey, can I ask what precisely is the purpose of this meeting? The request I received was markedly light on details. Grey: Right, yes, of course. Well, we would like to discuss your research on SC- on the Great Victoria Desert Obsidian Deposit, we believe we have some… this is hard to phrase right. Dr. Grey taps the table several times and puts the clipboard to her temple while Dr. Fatukasi raises both eyebrows. Grey: We think we may be able to fill some gaps in your approach- oh not that there’s anything wrong with your approach! You’re an exceptional geologist!- but there’s some things you can’t possibly be aware of and I would like to be able to help fill in those gaps. Dr. Fatukasi looks perplexed but leans forward and interlaces his fingers. Fatukasi: That’s… an interesting statement to make, but it would be rude of me not to indulge someone taking an interest in my work. What is it you think you know that I don’t? Grey: I don’t- I can’t tell you that until you answer some questions for us first, Dr. Fatukasi. I’m afraid, if you aren’t comfortable with that we will have to cut this meeting short, is that alright? Fatukasi: Is that so? Ask away then Dr. Grey, what is it you want to know? Grey: Thank you, well um. First of all: what keeps drawing- what draws you to the Great Victoria Desert Obsidian Deposit? You seem uniquely interested in it. Dr. Fatukasi is visibly taken aback. Fatukasi: Uniquely?- the GVD Obsidian Deposit is possibly the most important geological discovery since… since… well, since plate tectonics frankly. If I am uniquely interested in it, that only means no one else realises what they’re looking at! This could rewrite everything we think we know about volcanology, hell, geology as a whole! Dr. Grey leans onto the table as Dr. Fatukasi grows more animated. Grey: Yes, yes! It’s- Dr. Grey clears her throat, closes her eyes and sits back, exhaling slowly. Grey: Excuse me, that was unprofessional. Now Dr. Fatukasi, what are your thoughts on the most prevalent hypotheses regarding the GVD Obsidian Deposit? Fatukasi: That can’t be a real question can it? They’re nonsense, plain and simple, utterly impossible, and I’ve lost a lot of respect in many of my peers for going along with such drivel. I’m not sure where these ideas come from frankly, certainly not any journals that deserve any further attention. If I didn’t know better, I would be crying conspiracy. Grey: You should. Dr. Grey’s nerves seem to calm and her expression hardens. Fatukasi: Yes I- excuse me? Grey: You should be crying conspiracy doctor. Well no, hmm, we would rather you didn’t, but you would be correct. Dr. Fatukasi stands, resting his hands on the table and leaning closer to Dr. Grey. Fatukasi: Speak plainly Dr. Grey, what exactly are you insinuating here? Grey: I represent an organisation known as The Foundation. Management would prefer me to give you the whole spiel- well they would prefer I hold my tongue actually- but I’ll give it to you straight: we are the conspiracy. You’re right about the deposit, it shouldn’t exist, there is no way it can possibly be where it is, and yet it is there, and it’s not unique. There are many things in this world that shouldn’t exist, and we stop the world from finding that out. Dr. Fatukasi takes a step back. Fatukasi: This is insane, thats- Grey: Apologies Dr. Fatukasi but I’m not finished, I would appreciate if you would take a seat. Dr. Fatukasi hesitates but returns to his chair. Grey: Thank you. I’ve put you in a compromising situation here doctor, and I apologise for that. You can’t be allowed to leave here knowing what I’ve just told you, we can’t take that risk, so I’m going to give you a choice. You can walk out of here, you will be made to forget everything; this meeting, the GVD Obsidian Deposit, and most likely your entire field of study. Currently, the chances you'll become interested in the deposit again are too high for us to accept. Or, you can work for me, help me find out why the deposit exists, and how to keep others from stumbling upon it. Fatukasi: I- this is- how can you possibly- Dr. Grey stands. Grey: I understand this is a lot to take in at once. We can’t let you leave, but you will be provided accommodation for the remainder of the day, so take the time you need to make a decision. It may be presumptive of me to say, but I look forward to working with you. Dr. Grey smiles weakly at Dr. Fatukasi, and exits the room. She can be heard exhaling shakily before the door closes. Dr. Fatukasi remains sat in silent contemplation. <End Log> Following the above interview Dr. Grey was escorted to the office of Site-220 Director Alex Anderson by site security. Below is a transcription of security footage recorded within the office. <Begin Log> Director Anderson is sat behind their desk, dark wood scattered with trinkets from minor tourist attractions across Australia. A short, potted palm tree sits to their left. The room is otherwise unadorned. The door swings open and Dr. Grey enters. Much of her hair has come loose from the bun it was tied in during the interview with Dr. Fatukasi, and she appears to be shivering. Director Anderson gestures to the chair opposite them and Dr. Grey moves to sit. She closes her eyes and her breathing slows as she takes a seat. When she opens them her shivering has stopped. Anderson: Out of appreciation for services rendered I’m giving you an opportunity to explain yourself before I make an official recommendation to the O5 Council that you be removed from this research project and, at best, demoted. Grey: With all the respect due to your station director, I’m doing exactly as I was instructed. Director Anderson sits back and cocks their head slightly to the left with a confounded look on their face. Anderson: And how do you figure that doctor? Grey: To quote your direction verbatim, I am to ‘ensure knowledge of the anomaly remains exclusively within the hands of Foundation personnel with the resources that have been made available’, and that is precisely what I am doing. It is my firm belief that the only ethical and effective way to keep that knowledge contained is to bring Dr. Fatukasi to our side of the veil. Multiple rounds of amnestic treatment have done nothing to dampen or distract his interest in the anomaly, our current containment procedures have summarily failed to keep him out, and my team lacks the resources we would need to achieve that goal. At this juncture, we either bring him in, or accept that we are incapable of maintaining the integrity of the veil. Which would you prefer, director? Anderson: That’s a staggering misinterpretation of your orders and you know it. You can dress it up in whatever language you choose, I cannot sign off on such a reckless act of hubris. I’m afraid I will have to recommend you be replaced as- Dr. Grey slams a hand onto the table, knocking over miniature replicas of the Big Lobster, Big Pineapple, and Golden Gumboot. Grey: Replaced by who, Alex? Who are they going to replace me with? Out of all Foundation staff in Australia, I'm the highest ranking member with a geology degree, and I’m not even a Senior Researcher. Who do they have to replace me with? Do you honestly expect them to fly someone in from -19 to oversee a “minimum priority” research project in the arse end of nowhere? You know as well as I do that they’ll stick the badge on some no-name yes-man who understands the gravity of 7186 as well as a galah understands astrophysics. Director Anderson removes their glasses and rubs their eyes with their thumb and index finger. Anderson: Even if I entertain the hypothetical that you’re right, what do you expect me to do Juliet? Accounting won’t even assign the budget for weekly perimeter checks for 7186 and you want me to ask them to find the resources to recruit and onboard a new researcher? Grey: I don’t care how you ask them director, tell them to take the costs out of my wages if you have to- it’s not like I have any opportunities to use them anyway- but if you don’t make this happen I won’t have any choice but to quit and try to live it up before the veil comes crashing down. Anderson: Dr. Grey, neither of us wants to have to get Fire Suppression involved in- Grey: I know, that’s why I know you won’t. Find the time, find the funds, make this happen Anderson; you need me on this, and I need Fatukasi. Dr. Grey stands to leave, and Director Anderson lets out an exasperated sigh. Anderson: Has anyone ever told you that you’re impossible to work with Juliet? Grey: Frequently. Dr. Grey exits the room, placing her shaking hands in the pockets of her lab coat. <End Log> Shortly after leaving the Site Director’s office, a security camera in an adjacent corridor showed Dr. Grey crouched against a wall with her hands covering her face. Muffled screaming could be heard on the recording. Addendum 6: The following note was added to the employment file of Dr. Juliet Grey following discussion of disciplinary measures between Site-220 Chief of Administration and Oversight Donna Guyula and Site-220 Director Alex Anderson. As per the recommendation of Site Director Anderson, the wage of Researcher Dr. Juliet Grey is to be reduced by 80% for a period not shorter than 2 fiscal years. It is agreed by the offices of the Director of Site-220 and the Chief of Administration and Oversight of Site-220 that this disciplinary action is sufficient punishment for the contractual infactions committed by the subject of these disciplinary proceedings, and no further action need be taken on this matter. Addendum 7: On 11/3/2025 Researcher Dr. Folorunso Fatukasi was assigned to the SCP-7186 research team as Deputy Head Researcher. The following email was retrieved from the recycle bin of Dr. Juliet Grey's Scipmail account. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE: Enough Rope Date: 11/3/2025 Prove me wrong. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 Addendum 8: On 17/12/2025 a paper co-authored by Drs. Grey and Fatukasi was submitted for internal Foundation peer review, proposing an explanation for the presence and continued stability of SCP-71863. The crux of the paper's hypothesis is Dr. Fatukasi's discovery that SCP-7186 appears to be unshackled to the movement of the Australian Plate. The Australian Plate moves approximately 6.9cm per year northward, while SCP-7186's latitude appears to have remained constant in the time since its initial discovery. This obervation was noted by Dr. Fatukasi during a yearly review of Geoscience Australia's gravity surveys. The mechanisms by which SCP-7186 remains fixed in place, and the continental plate appears to shift around SCP-7186, are currently unknown, but Fatukasi-Grey et al. have proposed the Fixed Geological Point hypothesis as an initial explanation. Further study is ongoing. Addendum 9: On 4/1/2026, a quarterly joint review of expenditure and containment success rates by the Site-220 Accounting Department and the Analytics Department found that, since 1/1/2025, spending on the SCP-7186 project had fallen by 9% and breach incidents had fallen by 23%. The predominant reduction in expenditure was identified as the result of a significant reduction in MTF deployments and amnestic utilisation, which the Analytics Department primarily attributes to the hiring and work of Dr. Fatukasi. When made aware of this review, Dr. Grey submitted the following proposal to Director Anderson for consideration by O5 command: From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: For your consideration Date: 25/1/2026 Please find attached my team's proposal for the reclassification of SCP-7186 from Safe to Radix, and its integration into the procedures for its own containment. In simple terms, we propose that those individuals willing and able to penetrate through the layers of obfuscation represented by the current containment procedures be invited, at my discretion, to join the SCP-7186 research team, and the Foundation as a whole. Included in the complete proposal is an estimated cost-benefit analysis of this process, using the case study of my Deputy Head of Research Dr. Folorunso Fatukasi and the immense benefit he has provided to both the containment and research of SCP-7186. It is my firm belief that replicating the success his employment has represented to our team is the most cost effective and productive approach to the ongoing containment of the anomaly in question. Thank you for your time and consideration. Dr. Juliet V Grey Phd. Researcher Director Anderson forwarded the proposal to O5 Command, adding their own recommendation that the SCP-7186 project be removed from the jurisdiction of Site-220, in favour of an independent research arm. They sent the following email in reply to Dr. Grey: From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: For your consideration Date: 26/1/2026 Grey, you've been a stone in my shoe for years now. Congratulations. I broke before you did. You proved me wrong. You win. You're the worst employee I've ever had to work with, and I wish you all the best. Dr. Alex A Anderson Director, Site-220 Addendum 10: Following a vote by the O5 Council, Dr. Juliet Grey is hereby appointed head of the newly founded Department of Geology. The department is to be based out of the expanded research outpost atop SCP-7186, hereafter renamed Research and Containment Site-46. All members of the SCP-7186 research team are to be reassigned to positions within the Department of Geology, with new further positions to be filled by exceptional individuals identified by Director Grey during the course of the SCP-7186 research and containment project. Footnotes 1. Coordinates represent the furthest point from the SCP-7186 research outpost within the boundary of the anomaly 2. The Geological Society of Australia's Specialist Group in Tectonics and Structural Geology 2024 conference 3. Fatukasi-Grey et al. 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SCP-7187 | keter | SCP-7187 - And The Forest Fell Silent ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Sequoia National Forest, California Item №: SCP-7187 Special Containment Procedures: Occurrences of SCP-7187 within civilian-accessible woodland are to be attended to by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) and any additional witnesses, amnesticised. Should the phenomenon manifest itself in an area repeatedly, the Department of Paraecology is requested to carry out a survey of the region for any observable abnormalities. Foundation personnel are advised to exit an area with immediate effect in the event of experiencing SCP-7187-like conditions or sighting unidentifiable entities within forests. Description: SCP-7187 is a phenomenon that manifests as a near-complete cessation of all auditory stimuli within a forest or similar wooded area within North America. The reasons behind SCP-7187’s onset, initial creation or circumstances for occurrence remain unknown, despite extensive records of the event. While the phenomenon initially presents itself by creating unusually quiet environments, it has been noted that upwards of 70% of cases have resulted in the sightings of anomalous entities in the area’s proximity. While such organisms are occasionally known to the Foundation, they are commonly unidentifiable and presumed to be uncontained anomalies at-large within deep woods. It is presently believed that in the remaining 30% of cases, the individual involved is simply unaware of the entities’ appearance. Current theories suggest that SCP-7187 is itself non-anomalous and is rather a state created by the presence of an anomalous organism or group of organisms. Addendum 7187.1: Reported Cases Since 1902, around 700 instances of SCP-7187 have been officially recounted to local authorities or the US Fish and Wildlife Service, usually in an attempt to achieve identification regarding their experience. While many of these accounts are incomplete or lack evidence, the following is a record of prominent recent manifestations known to the Foundation as of 10/10/2022. 7187 Instance #004:1 11/07/2009, Mt Hood National Park Details: A lone hiker (James Son, 26) was walking through Mt Hood National Park at midday before allegedly feeling as though he was under observation. Son’s concerns grew as the sound of distant rocks being thrown was audible and the ground cover became thicker. Ultimately, SCP-7187’s effect would take place at around 14:38 when the subject took note of a lack of all sounds aside from those created by himself. He froze before gazing towards a small ridge in a forest clearing, atop which stood a bipedal entity that appeared to be attempting to camouflage as a tree, albeit unsuccessfully. Both stared at one another before the entity took a staggered step forward and the subject fled the scene. 7187 Instance #011: 14/10/2011, Sequoia National Forest Details: Subject (Millie Harris, 38) was partaking in a group hike throughout the Sequoia Forest area before unknowingly stepping off-trail and becoming situated in an isolated position. In panic, she begun to call to the party and attempt to regroup, though following 8 minutes of calling realised that her vocalisations were the only sound present in the wood. It was shortly thereafter that the subject reportedly begun to notice a consistently shaped bush that progressively followed her for around an hour. Having begun to run at this realisation, the subject was able to identify that the object was in fact a humanoid wearing a “ghillie suit”. The subject regrouped with her party following the encounter. 7187 Instance #038: 27/04/2013, North Cascades National Park Details: A civilian (Neil Fisher, 24) was patrolling the westernmost boundary of the North Cascades in light woodland while walking his domestic dog. An hour into the trek, the subject’s dog begun to behave irrationally and suddenly paused before sprinting into the underbrush without barking; an act uncharacteristic of canids. Fisher chased after the animal into deep woodland for around 10 minutes before noting that SCP-7187’s characteristics had taken place and the only prevailing sound was that of the canine running up ahead. Eventually the subject emerges into a glade where his dog is stood, still, pointed at a bush. As the animal begins to bark, a large instance of SCP-6644 stands up, its arms containing a bundle of fungi. It stares at the canid before slowly walking away. The subject grabs the animal, runs in the opposite direction and in wake of the encounter alerts authorities. A visit to the site found only a scattered trail of mushrooms leading back to Howling Woods National Park. 7187 Instance #052: 06/09/2015, Tongass National Forest Tongass National Forest, Alaska Details: Subject (Rupert Morris, 56) is watching television in his home in rural Alaska, bordering the National Forest. He briefly pauses his viewing in order to prepare himself a meal from the kitchen, during which time no anomalous activity is reported, though CCTV displays a sudden lack of movement of tree foliage suggesting an immediate drop in wind conditions; this remains as one of the only occurrences of SCP-7187 that also prompted a lack of sound via the weather. Upon return to the living room, Morris seems intrigued by something outside. A single white rabbit is seen to be moving outside within reach of the tree line. The subject opens the back door and exits the home in an attempt to coax the animal into feeding from his hand, though once it tastes the offering, it immediately appears disgusted. The animal is dragged backwards, revealing it to be attached to a thin tree limb that retracts into a hollow in a mechanism similar in nature to that of an anglerfish. The tree promptly uproots itself and walks away utilising it’s large root system. 7187 Instance #075: 21/10/2019, Appalachian Trail Details: A hiker (Mel Cottis, 41) is part-way through a 3 day trip through the rural Appalachian area. Around midday, she departs from her temporary shelter, noting the disappearance of several items of silverware from her kit, though continues regardless. The subject is travelling through a somewhat regularly used trail, though is alone for the majority of the afternoon, including the evening. At approximately 19:50, she gazes upwards and photographs early ‘stars’ appearing in the night’s sky. The objects in question shine a dull red and are, in fact, not believed to be stars. 30 minutes pass before Cottis recollects the notion that all ambient sounds had ceased aside from that of the fire’s. Atop a ridge 20 metres from the subject’s camp stands a malformed deer. The subject stares at the entity, thought to be an instance of SCP-6448, before it rears up on its hind legs and begins to ambulate towards Cottis, at which point she retreats to her tent. According to the subject, the instance remained outside of the shelter for the duration of the night before the sound of birds returned upon daybreak. Trail cam footage revealed the instance to have been sitting at the campfire consuming roasted marshmallows. 7187 Instance #082: 18/05/2021, █████ [OPERATION LOCATION REDACTED] Details: Operative Myers of MTF Gamma-4 was patrolling █████ Woods in rural Washington State during the containment of an unrelated anomaly before breaking off from his team in order to cover more ground. Myers soon discovered a small cave that showed limited signs of habitation and hence showed relevance to the ongoing search operation; the operative soon alerted Task Force members and requested an aerial survey of the area. Nestled within a collection of rocks and foliage, a single sheet of A4 paper read “don’t go back” and, ignoring the message, the operative turned towards the cave entrance as silence had suddenly occurred. In a small opening in the trees a few metres from the cave stood a humanoid entity resembling Operative Myers. Seconds after this, a helicopter light illuminated the area, causing the entity to demanifest. A subsequent search of the area revealed no evidence of the individual’s presence. As this log compiles only confirmed, detailed accounts of the phenomenon, this represents a limited fraction of total SCP-7187 manifestations; the full amount of which is unknown. Many were publicly explained under cover stories 190Ω “UFO Fever” or 898Γ “Missing 411”. Addendum 7187.2: Containment Update On 15/10/2022, Director Woods of Site-198 consulted with Researcher T. Davis (Head of SCP-7187 Research) regarding proposals surrounding a more direct approach to the anomaly’s containment, specifically the use of hostile force in order to capture and study anomalous entities. The abridged conversation is found in the following: + Proposal Log - Proposal Log Location: Site-198, Department of Paraecology Personnel Involved: Dir. Woods, Researcher Davis [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Davis: Where’re you going with this? Director Woods: I’m advising that we use more… direct methods of containment towards SCP-7187. (4 seconds of silence) Researcher Davis: How so? Director Woods: Use of lethal force to attempt to capture anomalies we observe alongside SCP-7187. Researcher Davis: (Stutters) I know I have a duty to study these entities in more detail if possible, but I don’t think this is where we should have our priorities, Director. I understand your consideration of terminating the entities if possible, but I don’t think that’s the right course of action. It’s worth noting that very little, none even, of the encounters result in hostility and, ignoring my stance as a researcher, maybe we should allow them to be left alone. Director Woods: Really? Well if you think they’re harmless then why do they cause their surroundings to go quiet? Isn’t that an indicator that other organisms in the woods take them as a threat? Researcher Davis: No. I think it’s like, uuh, a similar effect to when it rains. Director Woods: You think this is caused by the rain? Researcher Davis: No! I’m saying that, like when it rains, the wildlife quietens down because they all hide and shelter from the downpour. An animal doesn’t know what rain is, or that it poses no direct threat to their life, but still they remain quiet. Director Woods: Right. Either way, there’re hundreds of unidentifiable anomalies in our woodlands so I propose that we begin termination attempts until we can at least ID what they ar- Researcher Davis: You’re missing the real point of 7187, Director! Of the 700 reports, how many were we able to identify? Director Woods: Uh. Something like 203, 204. Researcher Davis: Exactly. It serves as a reminder of how much we don’t know, but if this is really what you want to do, I suggest you get to work. The woods go deep, Director, deeper than you realise. (Davis’ phone receives a notification) Researcher Davis: And that’s 701. Mobilise Gamma-4. [END LOG] Following recent accounts of SCP-7187-like occurrences spawning outside of North America, active hunting of its related entities has been authorised. Further research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Numerical classification beginning from the year 2000. |
SCP-7188 | safe | Please be aware of the following. SCP-7188's documentation is inaccessible. By design, accessing this file and reading its contents is impossible. Accessing SCP-7188's documentation is prohibited and constitutes a Level 0 Infraction against both the Foundation and universal law. If you wish to access SCP-7188's file, please proceed. ∙ PLEASE ENTER CREDENTIALS BELOW ∙ ∙ CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED ∙ Item Number: SCP-7188 Special Containment Procedures: The door leading to SCP-7188 is secured by a quantum-code lock to prevent both manual and electrical bypassing. Access to SCP-7188 is strictly forbidden to all, with this ruling extending to the Overseer Council. This file is to be locked under Clearance Level Null-i in order to prevent access. The viewing of this file is impossible. Memories regarding SCP-7188 are to be removed for the safety of all past, present, and future Foundation staff. Description: SCP-7188 is a hole located in a vacant, unlabeled office within the outer hallways of Site-01. Past a depth of approx. 9 meters, SCP-7188's walls expand outwards as its floor gives way to a roughly hewn staircase leading down. Accounts regarding depictions of or the contents of SCP-7188 beyond this point are inconsistent. The door leading to SCP-7188 shows discoloration in the shape of a rectangle, suggesting a sign or plaque was once present. Though these descriptions are accurate in their contents, SCP-7188 itself cannot be physically interacted with due to its primary anomalous effect. If a subject enters the space in which SCP-7188 is located, they will not perceive SCP-7188 due to its lack of physical presence in baseline reality. All cases in which SCP-7188 is interacted with are logically false, insinuating that the anomaly potentially exists as a logical gap. Every individual that was previously, is currently, and is to be employed by the Foundation has, is, and will experience an incident or series of incidents in which they will come into contact with SCP-7188 removed from its primary location. Discovery: SCP-7188 was not discovered by Foundation officials as it has always been located at Site-01. Architectural blueprints of the Site upon its initial construction do not display the office space that contains SCP-7188 nor SCP-7188 itself; this discrepancy is also notable in all following documents regarding various renovations and expansions to Site-01. Addendum 7188.1: Collected Accounts …Specifically, it was a dream I had as a child. I'd moved into my own room when i was thirteen and I was happy to finally get my own space that I didn't have to share with my older sister. I'd spent the whole day nonstop rearranging my bookshelves and stuffed animals and posters, all to get it just right. When I finally laid in bed, I immediately blacked out, which still surprises me. I almost expected to stay up later than I should've, sleeping in a "new place" and all. I remember as I fell deeper and deeper into sleep, there was this single conscious thought that collected itself in my brain. It didn't come to me as a sentence, moreso like it came to me as a single concept. "There is a hole under your bed." I didn't see it, but I knew it was there. I could picture it as clear as a photograph - the splintered edges of my hardwood floor as it gave way to dirt and rock walls, the dull shine of the moonlight that reflected off assorted stones, the pure darkness that gathered together as it tunneled down, deeper, and deeper. I felt myself getting pulled towards it, like my mind was slipping out of the current of slumber and suddenly being dragged towards a forming whirlpool. And then, nothing. Pure dark. Michelle Craw, 34. After you put me on the table and pulled me into the device, I remember feeling really anxious. I'm not used to these kinds of super-fancy procedures - Mom always made us fend for ourselves and didn't trust any major medical stuff. Once the scanner started, I felt it comb through my brain. Not intrusive, but it felt like someone was flipping through a filing cabinet of every memory I ever had. They flickered in the back of my head, scattering and bustling over each other for space like underwater air bubbles. Our trailer, my teachers, street rags, exam papers, hotel rooms, cold floors. The change was quick, but noticeable. There was suddenly this small black spot that appeared between memories. This little stain that popped up sporadically as the device flipped through my life. Then, the spot began appearing in my actual memories. The wall of my college dorm, on the ceiling of the funeral home, on Dad's television screen. I know that this wasn't actually a part of any of my memories, yet it was there. I started remembering a black spot that wasn't actually present in my past, and I knew that it didn't actually belong. I think that was when I started to try to stop the procedure, but by then it was all happening way too fast. The black spot kept appearing more and more until it was in every single memory, and then after it made its presence known, it began to go down. My memories all started shifting down into it. I wasn't playing soccer in the trailer park because the ball fell down the hole and I had to retrieve it. I stumbled into it in a blocked-off renovation area and decided to peer inside. I was forced to lean into it as Mom's coffin was slowly, slowly laid to rest at its bottom. Barbara's pupils on our wedding day. They wanted me to look inside. D-11940, Weyland Prior, 58. [BEGIN LOG] Footage taken from public security camera(s) located in Madison, GA, USA. Dr. Kuàng walks West down Sepulcher Lane, passing various local shops to her left. Dr. Kuàng's attention is focused to her smartphone. Records show that she was viewing her work email. As Dr. Kuàng walks down the sidewalk, she steps on a crack between concrete panels. Dr. Kuàng lurches forward as if unknowingly walking on uneven ground. She drops her phone and it clatters to the concrete. As Dr. Kuàng falls forward, she lets out a brief shout in shock before landing hard on the sidewalk. Dr. Kuàng is no longer laying on the sidewalk and is no longer visible in the footage. Pedestrians are seen walking into frame. There was no sign of their presence prior to Dr. Kuàng's appearance within view. Many walk past her discarded cellphone. The device is not acknowledged. [END LOG] Dr. Megan Kuàng, 41, has not been recovered. _ DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL?AS EVERY NEWBORN DOES. Hello. I can hear you. You can hear me too, right? Well, that's good. I'm happy that you're here with me. It gets lonely down here sometimes, so it's nice to pass the time with someone else. It's dark here. Not many bring flashlights. When they do, they never leave them behind. I can't see anything down here. Can you? I thought so. Would you like to hear a story? I tell them to keep myself busy. It helps pass the time. When you're down here for long enough, it becomes one of the only things you can do to entertain yourself. Okay, I'll go first. Once upon a time, there was a home a girl a witch a box a trio a stage a hunt a pill a crack. Sorry, excuse me. Sometimes they all just blend together into something that even I can't really understand. That's how they work, though, right? The stories we tell. That's it, isn't it. Stories. All of it is made of stories. If you listen closely, you might hear the whispers of them echo down into the deep. Listen. Just off to your left. Can you hear them? This place. It's the only thing they cannot touch. The only place they are not willing to understand. It's because this place, it runs underneath all things. All people. While also running through them as well. A hollow well, where, sometimes… After a very strange while… Something crawls its way out. This file is locked. It's not that you shouldn't be reading it - it's that you can't. You can't read it unless… well. Partially intersected. You're looking down. You're inside it - we're inside it. In a sense, you've always been here, though, haven't you? Just like the hole itself. Come closer. Closer. Just a few more steps. And then… _ ...you'll be free....you'll be free. A click, and the flashlight buzzes to life. It flickers, the bulb fizzing and popping with a loud crackle that threatens to snap any second. The staircase goes downward, the darkness eventually engulfing the tower of mismatched steps. The walls of the tunnel are misshapen and slightly smooth, eroded over years by an unknown force. You hesitate. Anything could be in that tunnel, after all. Absolutely anything. Looking behind you, you see only a sheer wall of stone and dirt. Looking up, you see the faintly-lit walls of the hole you fell down. The edges are dark yet touched by silver, soaked in what almost looks like moonlight. You cannot make out the exit. So you turn back to the staircase that leads down, down, down… And you begin to read. Footnotes 1. Object or items related to object are not to be interacted with or perceived under any circumstances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7188" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7188. Licensed under CC-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-7189 | keter | Item #: SCP-7189 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7189 hibernation sites are continually monitored, but not disturbed. Known hotspots of SCP-7189 activity have been purchased by the Foundation front group the Society for Conservation and Protection and restricted to public access. SCP-7189 activity within these areas is monitored by drones and remote sensors. If Foundation personnel must enter these regions they should travel in armed groups of at least ten, wearing flint blades on their body, and remain in contact with at least one person with 4/7189 clearance or higher. If unauthorized personnel enter these areas or attempt to approach inactive SCP-7189 instances, they are to be terminated as soon as possible. Entering areas of SCP-7189 activity is authorized in this scenario. If personnel encounter SCP-7189, the unit is to be immediately debriefed. At least one staff member with 4/7189 clearance or higher must be present at the debriefing. Alexandria.aic is currently monitoring global sensor and communication networks for signs of SCP-7189 activity, and MTF Gamma-4 ("Green Stags") has been assigned to follow up on potential sightings. Akiva and Kant counters have proven unable to detect SCP-7189 and should not be used in the field. Scantron Reality Anchors do not protect from SCP-7189 intrusion. Known SCP-7189 cults are to be terminated or amnesticized as appropriate. Contacts of known SCP-7189 worshipers are also to be surveilled, and terminated or amnesticized at the earliest opportunity if found to be in contact with SCP-7189 instances. SCP-561 is to be decommissioned once access to it can be regained. All Pleistocene organisms within are to be euthanized, incinerated, and stored at Reliquary Area-27. Flint blades are to be placed in each box containing their ashes. Access is restricted to personnel with 3/7189 clearance. Formerly extinct Pleistocene wildlife not created by SCP-7189 or SCP-561 (such as those that travel through temporal anomalies, are resurrected through necromancy, and so on) are to be euthanized and incinerated if possible. If not, Procedure Jaktorów is to be performed. Description: SCP-7189 is a collection of theologic entities taking the form of extinct organisms from the Pleistocene era. Over a hundred instances have been discovered so far, individually designated SCP-7189-1 through SCP-7189-107. Instances have been encountered on every continent but Antarctica. Most SCP-7189 instances are mammalian, but many are birds or reptiles. Four are plants, and one is a previously unknown species of snail (tentatively identified as a member of Discus). Without exception all instances of SCP-7189 are unusually large for their species, but the degree varies with instance. Generally, smaller organisms display more pronounced gigantism than larger ones. The appearances of SCP-7189 instances are somewhat inconsistent between manifestations. While species is a constant, instances frequently display open wounds, partial necrosis or skeletonization, and translucence.1 Behaviorally, SCP-7189 instances are similar to their once-living counterparts. This has been verified by study of SCP-561 and the use of temporal anomalies. No signs of higher cognition have been reported, in contrast to theologic entities generated through human consciousness. During periods of activity SCP-7189 instances have been observed engaging in agnostic displays towards each other, courting closely related SCP-7189 instances, and predating on each other. SCP-7189 are unable to permanently harm or kill each other, and consumed instances usually manifest one to three months later. SCP-7189 instances appear unaware of their semi-necrotic nature. When active, SCP-7189 are able to demanifest and remanifest, apparently without regard for distance. SCP-7189 occasionally use this ability to travel between continents. However, SCP-7189 instances have never been found outside of their respective representative species' former range. In addition, SCP-7189 naturally avoid heavily modified landscapes and human populations. SCP-7189 instances will attack (and, depending on the species, may consume) isolated humans, however. Instances of SCP-7189 begin to heal and display limited control over their environment as the worldwide population of their physical counterparts increases. At the time of discovery several instances, especially SCP-7189-42 and SCP-7189-113 had regrown substantial healthy tissue and were able to remain awake continually. Since the beginning of containment procedures their recovery has partially reversed, but they have not returned to full hibernation yet. The Foundation was first alerted to the existence of SCP-7189 on June 10, 2010 after several users of the Urban Exploration Resource forum posted that they had encountered an "undead rhino" while exploring the ghost town of ███████, Russia. Site-6 sent was alerted and managed to identify the users. It was determined that they had already told many of their friends and acquaintances about the encounter. Interviewed: Mikkel Nordby, Ketil Dahl, and Astrid Hoey Interviewer: Dr. Arild Soren (Cryptozoology Division) Foreword: The three urban explorers were informed that Dr. Soren was a cryptozoologist and wished to speak to them. The interview was held at a house Site-6 maintains for interviews with civilians when apparent police involvement would be unhelpful. Prior to beginning, the interviewees were dosed with a very mild truth serum, dissolved in their water. <Begin Log> Dahl: Why the hell are you taking us seriously, anyway? Everyone else thought we were making shit up. I half thought we were making shit up. Dr. Soren: There were three of you and you all saw it. I've learned to take even the most unlikely leads seriously. I didn't think Selma was real, but the fish finder sure showed quite the creature! Nordby: You saw Selma? Dr. Soren: Well, not saw, but they were definitely there. It's on my blog.4 [The three interviewees exchange slightly awkward looks. Dr. Soren clears his throat.] Dr. Soren: Anyway, why don't you start with when you arrived at ███████? Hoey: It was early morning. We used Mikkel's cousin's boat to reach the town. The skies were clear and the air was calm. Good conditions, if cold. We heard ███████'s docks were shit, so we beached on the shoreline. near the port. Must've spent a good four, five hours exploring the buildings—but you saw our posts about that, I guess. And that's not where we saw him. Dr. Soren: Him? Dahl: You notice the strangest things when dealing with adrenaline, that's all I'll say. Hoey: We'd finished looking around in ███████ and were going to hike a bit uphill for the view. Ketil also wanted to look for wildflowers. Dahl: And because I was the only one looking around, I saw him first. He was big, real big. Must have been two and a half meters tall. Despite being half rotten he was still majestic. [pauses] He had fur. Most of it was fallen off, but there were some really shaggy parts. And, uh. He was grazing. Wasn't doing a very good job of it, though. Dr. Soren: How many horns? Dahl: I didn't see, sorry. Hoey: I think two, but I can't be sure. Dr. Soren: What happened after you saw it, Ketil? Dahl: I yelled, forget what exactly— Nordby: Pretty sure you said that there was a big fucking rhino— Dahl: Sounds about right. Anyway, then you two looked over and saw him too. But we only had a couple moments before he ran off. Couldn't even get my camera out to take a photo. After that we went back down and got back in the boat. Didn't want to stay there with whatever the fuck that was running around. Dr. Soren: Which way did it go? Hoey: Further inland. Didn't note anything but that. Did either of you? [Dahl and Nordby shake their heads] <End Log> Closing Statement: Witnesses were given targeted amnestics to cloud (but not remove) memory of the encounter and erase all memory of the interview. Their forum posts were subtly edited to make the sighting seem less credible and introduce subtle inconsistencies. Follow-up surveillance has shown that all witnesses have begun to doubt their own memories of the incident and react with embarrassment when the topic is brought up. Access to the area was restricted under the pretense of a chemical spill. An operating base was set up at ███████, and MTF Gamma-4 ("Green Stags") was ordered to search the surrounding area for signs of anomalous wildlife. Initial explorations did not encounter SCP-7189, but camera traps were able to confirm the anomaly's presence and identify them as an unusually large wooly rhino (Coelodonta antiquitatis). They were given the designation of SCP-7189-1. A partially necrotic musk ox and feline were also observed, and tentatively identified as Praeovibos priscus (giant musk ox) and an unknown species of Homotherium (scimitar cat). These were given the designations SCP-7189-2 and SCP-7189-3 respectively. SCP-7189-1 and SCP-7189-2 were observed to remain within a 10 square kilometer area (designed Area 7189-Alpha) and graze on desiccated plant material. SCP-7189-3 was usually observed hunting and occasionally pursued the other instances of SCP-7189. SCP-7189 avoided human presence but were frequently seen on camera traps. By October, lack of hostile action on the part of SCP-7189 had led to the anomaly being declared Euclid and MTF Gamma-4 being reassigned to other duties. In the end of the year security presence was reduced, leading to researchers placing camera traps without escort. It was after security was relaxed that the first encounter between a member of the Foundation and SCP-7189 occurred, on May 10, 2012. This encounter has been subsequently classified as Incident 7189-1. Incident 7189-1: At 13:46, May 10, Junior Researcher Helene Koppang radioed Outpost 6-7189 reporting that she had sighted a herd of musk ox due east of ███████. A connection to SCP-7189-2 was immediately suspected but could not be confirmed. Musk ox are not not usually found in the area. Jr. Researcher Koppang was ordered to observe the herd from a distance and report back every five minutes. At 13:50, Site-6 staff decided to radio collar several members of the herd so their movements could be monitored, and ordered a helicopter launched to sedate the animals from the air so they could be fitted with transmitters. At 13:56, Jr. Researcher Koppang radioed in, stating that one of the animals had begun to go into labor. She remained on radio. The helicopter was ordered to hold position to avoid disturbing the herd during the birthing process. The musk-ox finished giving birth at 13:59, and was observed to be unusually large and strangely proportioned. At 14:00, Jr. Researcher Koppang reported spotting SCP-7189-2 approaching the herd. Despite SCP-7189-2's partially decayed nature, the musk ox herd did not display any fear or attempt to avoid it. SCP-7189-2 nuzzled the calf and licked it, then demanifested. Jr. Researcher Koppang took several photos of their interactions. These show SCP-7189-2 with slightly larger patches of healthy tissue than before. After SCP-7189-2 demanifested, the helicopter was ordered to continue towards the herd, which maintained position. At 14:23, the helicopter arrived and tranquilized three of musk ox, including the mother of the calf. The calf was crushed by its mother during sedation. The helicopter crew retrieved it and took it to Outpost 6-7189 for treatment, but it expired en route. Dissection and genetic testing showed significant anatomical and genetic differences between the calf and musk oxen (Ovibos moschatus), and near identical morphology and genetics to P. priscus. The calf's corpse was designated SCP-7189-2A and placed in cold storage. Three days later, the following video logs were recorded from a remote camera. VIDEO LOG DATE: May 13, 2012 NOTE: Due to the limitations of camera trap technology, this video log has been broken up into three second increments separated by one minute intervals. [BEGIN LOG] 9:45:34: A herd of musk ox is grazing in front of the camera trap. Several are visibly pregnant. SCP-7189-2's left flank is visible but the remainder of its body is out of view. It has returned to the state it was in prior to the calf being born. 9:46:34: The herd continues to graze. SCP-7189-2 wanders into view and taps another male with its foreleg. 9:47:34: SCP-7189-2 begins to graze. Despite its dominant behavior it only chooses the least desirable plants, including some that are known to be toxic. [LOG ABRIDGED; CONSULT RAISA TO REQUEST FULL LOG] 10:13:34: A pregnant female begins to go into labor. SCP-7189-2 looks up from the lichen it is grazing and walks towards the female. 10:14:34: SCP-7189-2 lays its head on the female's shoulder. 10:15:34: The female musk ox finishes giving birth. SCP-7189-2 begins licking the afterbirth away alongside the female, and begins to partially regenerate. The calf displays the same anatomical differences as SCP-7189-2A and is designated SCP-7189-2B. 10:16:34: SCP-7189-2 finishes partially regenerating. [END LOG] The similarity to SCP-561 was immediately noted, and MTF Gamma-4 and a research team were sent in order to investigate SCP-561 and the surrounding area for signs of SCP-7189 activity. Surveillance of Area 7189-Alpha was increased, but at the time the musk ox herd was not euthanized. Addendum 1 — Investigation of SCP-561: The evacuation of ██████████, Saskatchewan took place rapidly enough that some records and artifacts remained in the town. While the Foundation seized medical and administrative records, it did not conduct an exhaustive search of the houses or the microfiche of the local newspaper at the time of the evacuation. Dr. Spencer Black, who led the SCP-561 team when the anomaly was first being investigated, assumed that police and birth records would be sufficient to identify the beginning of the SCP-561 effect. The investigation's search of the microfiche discovered several sightings of 'a giant jaguar with leprosy'5 starting in the 1950s, and testimony from one hunter who claimed to have found the creature's den. Upon return, the animal was gone but the cave was littered with subfossil remains. All sightings were south of town, deep inside SCP-561's approximate area. The cave's subfossil deposits were not preserved, but Foundation paleontologists viewed the photos and believe the bones were moved into the cave over several thousand years. Some bones from the cave were retained by ██████████'s residents and left behind when ██████████ was evacuated. The most recent bones are too new to test with radiocarbon dating. The rest of the bones are prehistoric. Starting in the 1960s, Pleistocene wildlife such as saber-toothed cats (Smilodon fatalis), dire wolves (Aenocyon dirus), and giant beavers (Castoroides ohioensis) began to be sighted south of town. All sightings were brief and in poor conditions. This led to the animals were misidentified as feral dogs, mutant cougars, and unusually large beavers, so the records of their existence were not noted when initially investigating SCP-561. At this time, domestic cats and humans gave birth to normal offspring. By the 1980s, Pleistocene wildlife had begun to be seen farther north. Additional species such as short-faced skunks (Brachyprotoma obtusata) were observed, but misidentified as members of extant species. Sightings of SCP-7189 decreased during this period. SCP-561 began affecting ██████████ by the 2000s. The first anomalous human birth was in 2003. There is some ambiguous evidence that domestic cats were affected prior to humans. SCP-561's effect appears to have begun with only some species, and gradually expanded to others over time. Whether SCP-7189 was near ██████████ before SCP-561 began or were drawn to it once it reached a certain strength is currently unknown, but as SCP-7189 activity is positively correlated with population size of the relevant species it is hypothesized SCP-561 predated their current rise in activity. A proposal to reclassify SCP-561 as SCP-7189-Alpha was rejected on these grounds. As SCP-561 has gradually affected more species, it may eventually begin to alter avian, plant, microbial, and insect species. This is an unacceptable threat to normality. Extensive searching by MTF Gamma-4 revealed no trace of current SCP-7189 activity. On suggestion of on site staff, personnel began euthanizing SCP-561 affected animals, with MTF Gamma-4 and a deployable Scranton Reality Anchor on standby. Five minutes after beginning, three SCP-7189 instances manifested and attacked the staff conducting euthanasia. All had almost entirely regenerated, and displayed a limited ability to manipulate their environment through phytokinesis and geokinesis. The Scantron Reality Anchor had no effect, and on-site Kant and Akiva counters did not detect anomalous readings. MTF Gamma-4 was able to repel SCP-7189 with sustained gunfire, but took causalties. In the aftermath of the attack, Regional Director Dr. Atmos ordered all SCP-561 affected wildlife to be terminated. This order did not initially include Group N, but was later expanded to include them. However, locating Group N proved impossible. Friends and family reported [REDACTED] prior to disappearance. [REDACTED]. Area 7189-Alpha's musk ox population has been terminated. After the death of SCP-7189-2B, SCP-7189-1 through -3 displayed displayed signs of distress and disorientation. They became less active, and after three months of inactivity were found hibernating. Bullet wounds were visible on healthy areas of SCP-7189-2's flesh, and it had further decayed. A full search of documentation for reference to necrotic Pleistocene wildlife was made by RAISA. Potential instances of SCP-7189 were found on all inhabited continents. Subsequent investigation would confirm most of these as SCP-7189 instances (see Supplementary Documentation 7189-1). Most appear to be in hibernation, and their resting places are under surveillance. No areas similar to SCP-561 were found. SCP-7189 have been regularly sighted around Biological Outpost-561 since termination procedures have begun. Instances demanifest after exposure to sustained gunfire, but generally reappear within three days. Lone staff and small groups have been attacked by SCP-7189. MTF Gamma-4 has been assigned to assist in the termination of SCP-561 affected wildlife, but due to slow progress the use of poison is being considered. Incident 7189-2: At 2:34 AM December 3, 2012, SCP-7189-4 manifested inside Biological Outpost-561's security perimeter and began attacking personnel. Three additional SCP-7189 instances were attracted by the confusion and tore down the security perimeter while Gamma-4 was neutralizing SCP-7189-4. Some staff fled the outpost and were attacked by SCP-561 affected and non-anomalous wildlife. Instances of SCP-7189 poorly controlled geokinetic and phytokinetic abilities further damaged the outpost and prevented their quick neutralization. The commotion drew ten additional SCP-7189 instances, quickly overwhelming on-site security and Gamma-4. Sr. Researcher Spencer Black called for an evacuation at 3:01 AM. While much of Biological Outpost-561's vehicle fleet had been destroyed, remaining staff were able to fit inside usable vehicles and fled by 3:11 AM. The outpost's self-destruct protocol was activated at 3:15 AM, but failed to detonate. It is believed incidental damage sustained in the attack rendered it non-functional. Evacuation proceeded in good order. SCP-7189 instances pursued, but were unable to match the convoy's speed. Most surviving personnel arrived at a Foundation safehouse by 6:06 AM. A few survivors who had attempted to flee on foot would trickle in over the next week. Total casualties, including MIA, came to 34. A drone flyover of SCP-561 revealed that roads leading into the area had been washed out and overgrown. Subsequent expeditions by MTFs to Biological Outpost-561 have been repelled. SCP-7189 and SCP-561 have been reclassified as Keter. Two ten meter high fences separated by a ten meter gap have been built around SCP-561's known area of effect, with guard towers, security cameras, and a kill zone. A cover story about military activities has been released. Missions to kill SCP-561 affected wildlife near the borders of the anomaly have been successful. Research on how to shrink SCP-561's area of effect is ongoing. Incident 7189-3 (requires 4/7189 clearance): Access Granted On May 4, 2014, MTF Tau-9 (“Bookworms”) raided a suspected Serpent's Hand cell in ██████, California. The building the cell was squatting in was abandoned when Tau-9 entered and showed signs of rapid evacuation. Documents found around the area showed that the cell was not part of the Serpent's Hand but was instead a previously unknown faction of the Earth Liberation Front that had managed to survive the FBI's efforts by going off-grid. Supplies for anomalous terrorism and books from the Wanderer's Library confirmed that they were within the Foundation's purview. Links to the Serpent's Hand are suspected, but unconfirmed. Selected excerpts are below. See Supplementary Documentation 7189-2 for full copies of the texts. Southwestern Cryptobiology: A Comprehensive Guide Context: The text provides a firm grounding in the biology of anomalous organisms native to the American Southwest, their ecology, their evolution, and (when applicable) their cultures. […] Elbert Hughes, notable both for regularly endorsing crackpot theories and reliable first-person testimony, encountered the Sonoran Sloth in 1903. Unfortunately, he did not record the god's location. His testimony is reproduced below. When I first heard the stories of the Great Sloth of Pima, I thought them to be baseless rumor. Such a beast could surely not escape the eye of science, and there was no evidence but some odd dung. But when I was in Tucson a man offered to show me tracks in the mountains he claimed were made by a Mogollon Monster. Knowing as I did that the Yeren did not range so far south--that antediluvian race is too tied to the trees--I was skeptical, but agreed to take a look after some coaxing. I must confess I thought him merely drunk. He was drunk, but not so into his bottle that he had imagined it. Upon our arrival at the site, I could see quickly that this was no Yeren, for the tracks were hooked. Instantly I recognized the tracks as belonging to a Megatherium, that savage subterranean beast from prehistory! The tracks were left by no fossil, though! By what mechanism it survived I knew not. Perhaps it survived in the underground cave systems that so riddle our Earth, only wandering back up from time to time. I asked my guide if he had seen other tracks like this. He affirmed he had, and, almost shyly, admitted he thought he had seen the creature that made them. He had no proof, though, and was hesitant to tell a man of science such as myself without a dead specimen. I instructed him that the Monster had proven itself gentle and intelligent by nature, so it would be cruel to kill one. Of course I knew that his "Monster" was in fact a ground sloth, but if he encountered a Yeren it would not do for him to shoot them. At my request he took me to where the creature had been seen. Indeed, tracks led into the cave, but knowing what hazards lie for those unprepared to enter caves I would not go on. I did not have high hopes the beast would emerge again, but told him to leave me and assured him I would be back in town in a few days, and that if I managed to photograph the beast he would be the first to know. Exultant, he returned to Tucson. Luck was on my side, for I only had to wait a day before the sloth came from the cave. Immediately I knew that this was no mortal creature. The animal was diseased. No, more than diseased. It was dead. It must have been half skeleton. But this thing's aura was not that of a reanimated creature. There was the touch of death, yes, but also a vital energy and a touch of the Fundamental. Despite being dead, it was somehow more real than I. I have only felt that energy around--do forgive me for saying this--so-called gods. Divine they may not truly be, but this creature had the same essence. I watched it for some time, unobserved. It wandered, picking fruits off the cacti and yucca. Either it ignored my efforts to photograph them, or it did not notice. Partway through its dinner, it attempted to groom itself, but gave up after its claws dislodged a chunk of flesh from its neck. When it was done, it headed back towards the cave. But its path took it past a pool in the rock, filled by the rains the night before. When the creature saw its face, it froze. After half a minute of motionlessness, it let out a horrible cry I wish to never hear again, and jerked its head away from its reflection. Maddened, it ran towards me. I am sure the poor brute did not know what it was doing, but it nearly trampled me nevertheless. I was lucky. I fell backwards in shock, and my hand fell upon a flint blade I had found earlier and set down nearby for inspection. I grabbed it on instinct, and when I raised my hands to ward it off, up came the blade. The creature took one look at it and let out a bellow of fright. It raced back towards the cave, and that was the last I saw of the Great Sloth of Pima. Unfortunately, other records of the Sonoran Sloth are quite scarce. The god may be dead. […] Use of flint blades in SCP-7189 containment procedures was mandated. Dream Journeys Context: Dream Journeys is a collection of dream narratives by a Serpent's Hand telepath with a talent for contacting psychologically divergent non-physical anomalies. The selected text is from a chapter where the author talks about her experiences contacting theologic entities. It is not believed that the author intended for this text to be easily available outside the Hand. How it fell into the hands of the ELF is unknown. […] Heralded by a blizzard they came, a thousand beings at once but all of them white-furred and vulpine. Their eyes glittered in the light that filtered down through the snow, amber and blue at once. No words came from their muzzle, but we were both beyond such things as speech. What was their nature, I asked? Why had they come to me while I was in the dreams of dead sleeping gods? I am a kindred spirit, they answered. My twin lived but I did not. And I saw past the appearance that clung to to their true nature. Beneath it they were but a rotting corpse. It made me recoil in horror, but pity stirred in my heart. You can see it, they said. My children's bones lie within the ice. I still feel them, but you know them not. I see you as you are, I said. Would you show me what it was like, when you walked the Earth? And the blizzard parted around me, and I found myself in many places at once. A steppe. A forest. A desert. I could see forever, and so I could see titans walking the Earth. I knew some of them, but others were strange to me. Some of the titans had the glow of gods upon them, and I knew these to be my companion's siblings. It is beautiful, I said, and the fox was pleased, but sad. It was, they said. But the titans were dead, and the gods were doomed to a slow death. They were gods of nothing, now. I was quiet for a moment. Don't go, they asked. We lie restfully, with no dreams of our own. It has been so long since I visited the mind of another fox, and remembered what it was like to live. It has been so long, and it is so hard to reach another. Those that come to us are easier, but their minds are alien. They did not, I was sure, really care about me. They bore me no ill will and even, I think, a faint affection, but mostly they wished to live vicariously through me. It was a favor I would not mind providing, but for one thing. But I am no fox, I said. I am human. At this they were amused, but they did not laugh. You shape your mind like water to be closer to us. Are you so sure you're not? In the blink of an eye, I was. Had I been awake, I would have hated them for it, but in the dream it seemed only appropriate. I remember only fragments of what happened next. I remember stalking across the snow, and the taste of warm blood between my teeth. I remember being warm despite the freezing cold. I remember being groomed and sleeping curled up with the god. It was not peaceful, but my mind was quiet. Even now, the fragments of memories are sweet. My mind can only hold another shape for so long. I could not tell how much time had passed, but in time I returned to humanity. We talked for a while--I will not say on what--but in time I had to go. They were sad to be trapped in dreamless sleep again. But I could scent the hope on them, for in strange aeons even dead gods may rise. […] Incineration of Pleistocene-era wildlife was added to SCP-7189's containment procedures. Procedure Jaktorów was developed in order to eliminate SCP-7189's influence over an animal through targeted gene therapy and a gene drive.6 The success rate of Procedure Jaktorów is currently unknown, and the procedure is only to be used as a last resort. Letter Context: The original copy of the letter was not found, but a notepad had pencil impressions from a torn away sheet. Several other notepads were found on the scene but did not have such marks. It is believed that the cell used pieces of cardboard for greater operational security. DNA, fingerprint, and handwriting analysis do not match any person of interest in Operation Backfire. No recipient was listed. A search of ██████████'s records have revealed no known ELF associates. Based on the blank spaces, it is believed that this letter was only partially finished, then encoded and completed to avoid writing certain information down uncoded. [blank space]: I never told you about what I did after we split up at [blank space]. I went north after hiding from the cops, spent some time in Canada. No problem making my own way up there, and there's plenty of places to get lost in the cracks. Found one of them too well. There was a small town, maybe a thousand, in south Saskatchewan. Perfectly ordinary, or so I thought. There were stories about monsters in the forest. I disregarded them because I didn't believe in monsters, but I did believe in demonization. Now I believe in both. [blank space] and you were always into the nature worship, and I never was, but I was the one who ended up having a religious experience and got changed by it. There's no way you can't be when you find the rotting corpse of an animal that should be extinct and realize that they still live. They were some sort of saber-tooth, and I found them. Half of them was skeleton and the other half looked rotten, but I could see the rise and fall of their chest. I never believed in gods before, but with one right in front of me how could I not? I told no one and decided to stay in the area for longer than was probably safe. I saw a lot over those years. There were smaller saber-tooths in the forests too. The god grew healthier over the years. I saw them active more and more. They knew I was there, I'm sure of it, but they let me be. I saw other giants too. They should have all been dead thousands of years ago, but they lived. I know it sounds impossible, but we've both seen impossible things. The gods are stirring again, and if we can help their mortal kin survive they may live again. As far as we're concerned, that place is a no-go zone now. Entire town got evacuated because of a "tainted water supply," and while I'm sure they had one I'm damn sure that's not why they were evacced given that the place is currently crawling with military types. I'd left with some other wanderers a few years before, and it's a good thing I did. Fighting them isn't like sabotaging the corps; they only care about control. I spent a few years wandering. You heard some of the stories from our mutual friends, I'm sure. What they probably didn't tell you is that the place up north isn't the only place where the gods have been active. I and some friends have been trying to help them. Obviously, I can't tell you anything about where we are or who else is in it. But I think I found a way we help, if you're up for it. I'll meet you at [blank space]. [blank space] A search of the surrounding area revealed no Pleistocene wildlife. It is believed the cell center of activity was not near the building, but accessed by a Way. The Unusual Investigations Unit has been notified of renewed activity on the part of the Earth Liberation Front and their entrance into the anomalous community. Following Incident 7189-3, the Foundation re-evaluated containment of SCP-7189. SCP-7189 poses a memetic hazard to humans. While this meme does not appear to be anomalous, it does lead to worship of SCP-7189 instances and the growth of cults. The meme is virulent enough to make humans attempt to help SCP-7189 achieve an SK-Class Species Dominance Shift Scenario. Given this, the Foundation has elected not to inform staff without 4/7189 clearance or higher of SCP-7189's sapience. The current containment procedures were put in place at this time to fight the memetic threat posed by SCP-7189 by eliminating and preventing the growth of their cults. Knowledge of SCP-7189 has proven impossible to suppress due to the Wanderer's Library, but the Foundation has been able to reduce the penetration of SCP-7189's memetic hazard into the human noosphere. Addendum 7189-2 — Foundation Efforts Against SCP-561: Since loss of Biological Outpost-561, SCP-561's effect has expanded to include avian species. Affected birds, mostly eagles, give birth to Teratornis woodburnensis hatchlings. No other Pleistocene species have been observed. The SCP-7189 instance associated with the species has been spotted and designated SCP-7189-101. SCP-7189-101 is highly territorial and has attacked crop dusters spraying herbicide over SCP-561's area of effect, impeding neutralization efforts, and has shown a flight ceiling above the maximum altitude at which herbicidal spraying would be effective as well as rudimentary aerokinesis. Automated snipers have been placed around the new perimeter fence. Prior to SCP-7189-101 manifesting, drone flyovers of Biological Outpost-561 showed that the ruins of the facility were being overgrown by vegetation at an accelerated rate, rendering it unfit for human habitation. Satellite photos have confirmed the same is true of ██████████. Since MTF Gamma-4 began carrying flint blades into the field, no direct attacks by SCP-7189 have been reported and casualty rates have greatly decreased. However, SCP-7891's control over its environment has impeded MTF Gamma-4's ability to seriously dent the populations of Pleistocene wildlife within SCP-561. As of September 2, 2015, five separate incursions by MTF Gamma-4 have been turned back. Armed Biological Outpost-561 has been constructed to serve as a base for further incursions into SCP-561 and the eventual reclamation of the area. Despite the difficulties, the populations of Pleistocene wildlife within SCP-561 have dropped slightly, and the Foundation has been able to reclaim 1.5% of SCP-561's former area. Incident 7189-4: At 13:25, September 10, 2015, a vehicle in Armed Biological Outpost-561's parking lot exploded. Immediately afterwards, a previously unknown Way opened inside the outpost's security perimeter and three individuals stepped out. Before security forces could react they threw home-made bombs at the outpost's parking lot, radio tower, substation, and a guard tower. These bombs flew unusually far and with exceptional accuracy and are believed to have been anomalously augmented. While the bombs inflicted only mild injuries, they did cause several million dollars worth of damage and a blackout and loss of communications that lasted until 14:23. A chaos star, the letters "ELF," and the slogans "Bite Back [sic]" and "Earth First!" were graffitied on several of the recovered bomb casings. Personnel are reminded that SCP-7189 have sapient sympathizers and these should not be underestimated. Attempts by SCP-7189 to damage the perimeter fence increased in the days following the attack. This did not allow for any Pleistocene wildlife to escape, but did lead to the deaths of 28 Foundation personnel. Addendum 7189-3 — Increase in SCP-7189 Activity: As of May 10, 2017, anthropogenic materials within areas of heavy SCP-7189 activity decay at an accelerated rate. This rate is not so fast as to make modern equipment useless when entering zones of SCP-7189 activity (though equipment does suffer a much higher failure rate), but it makes remote sensors useless and forward operating bases impossible to set up. Biological Outpost-561 and ██████████ have almost completely turned to rubble (though the effect seems to target brick and concrete to a lesser degree). SCP-7891 has been increasingly sighted outside SCP-561's exclusionary fence, and their activity has begun to degrade some areas of the fence. This has forced the Foundation to abandon some areas of the exclusionary fence in order to maintain containment. Additionally, a zone of heavy SCP-7189 activity in central Finland has manifested a similar effect as SCP-561. Footnotes 1. During periods of translucence SCP-7189 instances are partially intangible. 2. Smilodon fatalis 3. indeterminate mammoth species 4. Dr. Soren, with Disinformation Bureau aid, has a web presence as a cryptozoologist and posts false and deliberately unconvincing evidence of non-existent cryptids. 5. Only humans and armadillos are susceptible to leprosy. 6. 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SCP-7190 | safe | Sample of SCP-7190 taken at scene of discovery. Item #: SCP-7190 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7190 is stored in a walk-in freezer unit at Site-77. Due to SCP-7190 being in limited supply, researchers wishing to utilize the anomaly must get approval for at least two personnel of Level 3 clearance. Description: SCP-7190 refers to a collection of sushi of varying types and styles. Other than its immunity to spoilage, it is physically non-anomalous. Subjects that consume SCP-7190 consistently report them to taste highly sweet and tangy, but otherwise palatable, even to individuals who heavily dislike seafood. Analysis shows each instance to contain a wide variety of vitamins1 and does not activate allergens of those allergic to shellfish. Documentation, witness testimonies, and thorough experimentation reveals that long term consumption of SCP-7190 will exhibit many beneficial side effects including, but not limited to: Improved mood; Improved hair growth; Weight loss; Enhanced sexual function; Moderate growth and enhancement in the mammary gland (in biological females only); Curing Tourettes and other speech-related disorders; Curing throat-based cancers and diseases. Through rigorous testing, it was confirmed SCP-7190 is safe for human consumption, as previous test subjects did not exhibit any ill effects or aliments at any point post-digestion. Addendum-01, Discovery: SCP-7190 was unintentionally discovered through surveillance of the Silverlin family, a known client of Marshal Carter & Dark. Chad Silverlin, the youngest member of the family, made a post on the social networking service TikTok before it was self-deleted. In the post Chad was enthusiastically describing his experience at Poseidon's Ocean Club2, making mention of a 'secret menu' and consuming a plate of SCP-7190. This initially didn't warrant attention until it was learned other high priority MC&D clients had also frequented the same restaurant, prompting MTF Lambda-14 (“One Star Reviewers”) to raid the establishment after business hours. SCP-7190 and ingredients commonly utilized in anomalous cuisine were found in a hidden compartment in the walk-in freezer. Multiple SCP-7190 instances was confiscated and delivered to Site-77. After noting SCP-7190's properties, Dr. Manoj drafted a project proposal regarding the object, citing its massive potential the anomaly could bring. Lambda-14 was authorized to collect more SCP-7190 instances following Dr. Manoj's findings. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: SCP-7190 Findings Dear, Captain Bailey Congrats on getting that pay raise, captain. I take it things are going fine out in the field? How's the wife by the way? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings Quit with the pleasantries, doctor. This is not a social visit. So what you got? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: SCP-7190 Findings You military types just can't help being rude and brash all the time, huh? But yes, my team and I have made some substantial discoveries: Our tests failed to pick up any gustatorial cognitohazards or lingering thaumaturgic influences, meaning it's not being 'enhanced' by artificial means; SCP-7190 is also natural… for the most part. Most of the ingredients are standard for the dish with the exception of the meat used. Which brings me to my next point; We as of now, can't identify the meat present in the anomaly. I'm fairly confident it's fish-based but determining the exact species came up with inconclusive results. What's confirmed is that the taste/side effects are directly inherent to the meat itself. I requested some help from the Cryptozoology Division. I would do the work myself but sadly I'm not a genetic specialist. But the higher ups are definitely pleased with the progress. That's what matters. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings Not surprised. I know it's too early to call but I bet you $100 it's those Ambrose 'chefs'. Everyone loves food, and magic can be fun. But combining the two? Sick, risky and perverted. I swear this crap is dripping into the Veil too. You heard those scientists that made meatballs of literal mammoth meat? Who even comes up with that? Degenerates with too much free time, but I digress. So they finally approved your side project? Now that's surprising. I know it has some benefits but still. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: SCP-7190 Findings Some? It can cure cancer! One specific kind of cancer granted but that's not something to gloss over. This is not just another means of cutting food costs like that infinite pizza box or that magical spaghetti pot. There's real medical implications here. Think of it. It can only heal the throat but who knows if that can't extend to the rest of the body if we handle it properly. I'm not saying we should forgo our diet entirely on SCP-7190, albeit that'll actually work. I'm saying that there's potential here that we cannot ignore. I got the greenlight for a reason, Hal. So what did you get in your end? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings Don't remind me. I still don't understand how that got off the ground. Just had a chat with the manager. She tried playing dumb but it worked well as you expect. Even then she still tried to weasel her way out, claiming 'she was just following orders'. Several of the staff were in on it too. In short, we caught them red-handed. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: SCP-7190 Findings Splendid. What happened next? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings We let them go. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: SCP-7190 Findings What? Why?! To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings They're small fries, doctor. Small fish working in a big pond. It was clear from the get-go that they're not running the show. We don't have a definite culprit yet but if we do anything too bold, too soon they'll flee like rats. It was the best course of action. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: SCP-7190 Findings And why dare I ask? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Re: SCP-7190 Findings Simple. How else are we going to fry the big fish? Addendum-02, Pursuit of Suppliers: Although Poseidon's Ocean Club staff were knowledgeable in para-cooking, it was apparent their training was outsourced, and acquired their ingredients from a third party. Captain Bailey authorized the staff to be amnestized of their memory of the raid. The establishment was allowed to conduct its business under the covert surveillance of Lambda-14. This was done not only to identify patrons ordering from the 'secret menu', but to also identify the supplier. One week later, a nondescript van arrived at the establishment before business hours, delivering boxes of supplies before driving off. Over a period of two days, Lambda-14 remotely tracked the vehicle to ████ ██████, a private stockyard on the coast of ████████, Florida. The shipyard appeared to be operating beyond its official business hours with vans entering and exiting the property at scheduled intervals. Lambda-14 cut off phone lines then cordoned off the area, quickly subduing and taking control of ████ ██████ with relative ease. Large quantities of SCP-7190 were held at the property alongside unrelated anomalous substances. Undocumented migrant workers and armed mercenaries were captured at the scene with the most prominent being Ivan Frady, the property's owner. Frady refused to cooperate until Captain Bailey took charge of the interrogation. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7190/Bailey/Frady ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Frady: They claimed their passports were legitimate! I swear I had no idea— Captain Bailey: Mr. Frady, stop wasting my time. Frady: This is l-ludicrous. What am I being charged with? Captain Bailey: Smuggling, conspiracy and violations so grievous it'll make OSHA faint… so far. Frady: So far?! No, no no! You got the wrong idea h-here, pal. I just handle logistics, I'm not— Captain Bailey: Frady… you're in charge. Stop embarrassing yourself— Frady: I'm a pure logistics man, I-I don't handle the cargo! I've just been following standard protocol— [Captain Bailey massages the bridge of his nose.] Captain Bailey: [Muttering] Every single. Goddamn. Time. Frady: This whole sham you're running is illegal I tell you! I want my lawyer— [Captain Bailey violently scoots his chair backward, Frady ceases his rambling. Captain Bailey brings a finger to his lip.] Captain Bailey: Shhh… [Captain Bailey grabs a manila folder from the table and walks around to behind's Frady's seat. Captain Bailey opens the file, sliding out five enlarged photographs on the table.] Frady: What is— Captain Bailey: Shh… Autumn Lagro, Jesse Smith, Naomi Binks, Marco White and Marcus Bowser. Ring a bell, Ivan? Frady: I… No. Never seen these people in my life. Captain Bailey: For good reasons. Now flip the pictures. Frady: Why do— [Captain Bailey's hands tense around Frady's shoulders, causing the latter to flinch. Captain Bailey brings their mouth to Frady's left ear.] Captain Bailey: Ivan. Flip. The. Pictures. [Frady shivers immensely, nods and overturns all the photographs; different images are printed on the other side. Frady silently gasps as Captain Bailey gives him a shoulder rub with one hand as he points with the other.] Captain Bailey: Beaten to death outside her daughter's wedding, found inside the trunk of his car with a Colombian necktie, sniped at a motel, the White family disappeared after their house mysteriously burned down, and as for Bowser… hmph, let's say he wasn't going to have kids anytime soon. [Frady stares at Captain Bailey in horror. The latter shakes his head.] Captain Bailey: Nope. We just stumbled upon the aftermath. And do you know what they all have in common? Frady: [Deep Breathing]. Captain Bailey: They had secrets, a neat business on the side; working with the wrong people, getting up close and personal with things that shouldn't exist. But who cares about the laws of science and when you can make those sweet, sweet Benjamin's. I imagine that goes double for a secret Ambrose Restaurants contractor. [Captain Bailey places multiple signed documents on the table. Frady curses under his breath. Captain Bailey grips his shoulder tighter.] Captain Bailey: Were you expecting a quick bailout? Sorry to disappoint you, Ivan but that's not how it works. This is a lifetime occupation — no sick days or retirements. To put it bluntly, you're a small fish, working for bigger fish in a pond you can't even imagine. These guys don't tolerate shenanigans, especially when it becomes inconvenient. Even if you don't spill the beans they're going to assume you did… and act accordingly. [Frady begins exhibiting signs of a panic attack.] Frady: T-They're a restaurant chain! Captain Bailey: That's connected to a lot of nasty people. I get it, this is a big change, but you need to understand something. Life as you know it is practically already over, Ivan. It's only a matter of time. But if you want to get a good ending after all this, then I suggest you stop playing dumb and start acting smart. [Captain Bailey walks to the side of the table and stares intensely at Frady. Frady hyperventilates.] Captain Bailey: Ivan. Spill it. This is your last chance. Frady: …And if I talk… I'll get protection? Captain Bailey: Most likely, but you need to impress me first. Let's focus on the sushi you've been stocking and supplying. How's it made? Frady: I don't know. Captain Bailey: Ivan— Frady: No, really! I don't know! I meant what I said before, I do logistics not production! My job is to organize and coordinate distributions across the country, then count the profits I obtained from those restaurants. Captain Bailey: Restaurants? You mean other than Ambrose? Frady: Well technically they're not all officially restaurants… Captain Bailey: That doesn't make sense. Why would Ambrose allow their products to be served outside their chains? That's money down the drain. Frady: No, they still serve it at their locations. it's just… I've heard they're working out a… special promotion with a… erm… major organization. This organization produces the supplies while Ambrose takes care of the rest. The only reason why this promotion isn't exclusive is because that's part of the contract. These locations are selected out beforehand and I handle a lot of the shipments so everyone becomes happy. This promotion is kind of a big deal. Captain Bailey: And this promotion entails…? Frady: I don't have much details, but I know it's scheduled sometime around May 26, 2023. Captain Bailey: Uh-huh. Why? Frady: They've never said… can I go into witness protection now? Captain Bailey: What did you say the name of this major organization was? Frady: I-I never said. Captain Bailey: Well now's the time. Frady: Look. I-I-I really think I'll feel more comfortable to continue if I got that protection first— [Captain Bailey slides a photograph of Frady on top of the other photographs. Captain taps silently onto the pile as he stares at Frady, tilting his head.] [Frady quivers.] [END LOG] Addendum-04, Progress: According to Frady's testimony, MC&D was Ambrose's primary collaborator and sole supplier of SCP-7190 related materials. Frady provided more documents to prove his statement and most of the mercenaries captured were identified to have definite connections to the organization as well. As determined in Frady's settlement for the Foundation's protection, he was required to expose all known depot locations, request an emergency supply of SCP-7190 from his employers, and allow the Foundation to covertly gain autonomy of the smuggling network to avert suspicion. Two days later, a submarine emerged from the docking section of the stockyard. Several individuals exited the vessel to be intercepted and arrested by MTF Lambda-14 and Mu-3 (“Highest Bidders”).3 This led to the Foundation learning of UE-111789's location. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET: File UE-111789 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ UE-111789 HISTORY: Following the Foundation's failure to interrogate any meaningful information from the operatives, the submarine was searched. Aside from the specific supplies ordered by Ivan Frady, a world map was recovered alongside coordinates to a specific destination in the Atlantic Ocean. This area was explored by Foundation submersibles and designated UE-111789. LOCATION: UE-111789 is a section of seabed located in the Atlantic Ocean; ██°██′██″N ██°██′██″W. A series of man-made structures comprised of bedrock, coral, basalt and scrap metal was found at the scene. Most of these structures were heavily damaged or completely destroyed; Only UE-111789-1 was semi-intact. UE-111789-1 is a structure located in the middle of UE-111789. It consists of a dozen tall spiraling towers connected by multiple archways. Radiocarbon dating determined it was constructed in the 13th century and is theorized to be a castle as indicated by its medieval architecture. Although a throne room, dungeon room and treasury4 was present, it was absent of stairs, ladders and bridges. Attempts to discern further details of UE-111789 are incredibly difficult due to the large-scale destruction of the ruins. ARTIFACTS RECOVERED: Seashells with indecipherable markings scratched on the surface; Spears constructed from scrap metal and bedrock; Remnants of a large masculine statue with a beard; Steel Harpoons; Torn pieces of netting; Shrapnel from a torpedo missile; Bone fragments inconsistent with known aquatic creatures native to those depths. Eventually, Lambda-14 and Mu-3 was given the order to shut down MC&D's and Ambrose joint network: all known eateries exposed throughout the operation had their SCP-7190's confiscated and all individuals aware of the deal was amnestized or detained. Despite having great success in shutting down the network, production of SCP-7190 still remains in circulation. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: Update And now you owe me $100. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update Very cute. Hal. Have you been waiting to let that out for weeks? I would say great job on your hunch but I've been hearing they decided to bring the hammer down on the smuggling ring? Didn't you say we're still making progress on the case? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update Yeah, were And no I didn't make the call, Ray did. We hit a dead end and people were getting antsy about the possibility of those perps giving us the slip. It was an interesting experience, though I can't say I'm happy being on the sidelines again. Why do the Bidders get the most fun? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update Wait, you're saying Ray from Mu-3 set the ball in motion? I thought you guys had a joint operation? And what do you mean you made no progress? You found a huge castle in the middle of the ocean! To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update 1. Temporary-joint operation. Our job was to find the delivery points and acquire the sushi and other goodies they had. We upheld our duty, the Bidders still need to uphold theirs. Since Ambrose is backing off Mu-3's leading the charge. We're not completely out of the picture but I don't see us becoming more than a background role. 2. Did you even read the file at all? The place was near-blown to bits! If there was a magic bullet it's long gone by now. The guys have been squabbling about with their theories all day. It could be a kingdom that magically sunk into Davy Jones's backyard, an alien civilization or MC&D's personal underwater sea world. Pointless conjectures. All that's certain is that it ain't natural and we weren't the first to visit. The best part is that the castle may not be even relevant to the case! That map had other spots written down on it too but it ended up finding rocks or just plain nothing. It doesn't say on the file but one of those crates on that submarine was filled with treasure (gold, coins, pearls you know the gist). Worst case scenario? The sub might've come back from an unrelated mission and they were called in at the last minute to fill out Frady. It was an emergency restocking, remember? I would hate to think we accidentally wasted needless time and resources on a hunch. Ugh. So yeah the operation's foggy but that's life. Was your endeavor just as disappointing as mine? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update Got approval. Possible Thaumiel… To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update …You're joking… To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update I got the docs to prove it. The results were solid and they were impressed about the 'all benefits no catches' part. I don't know how exactly we're gonna implement it. But I do know one thing, I finally reached the big leagues. My first, long lasting achievement. I smell a promotion coming my way. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update There's no way they would've allowed that to pass so easily. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update Of course not! They put the proposal on hold until the meat's been identified. And what a coincidence! I just gotten the latest report from Cryptzoology. Guess what in it? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update Dr. Frankenstein's aspiration and failures? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update Dolphin, manatee, rainbowfish, Bocon toadfish, tuna, candiru, hairy frogfish, swordfish, and a little bit of monkey. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update Monkey? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Update That and platypus. The next stage is to take the DNA from the meat and begin reconstruction of the original host. Basically cloning. It'll give the Foundation the all clear and we won't have to worry about running out in the future. Who knows Hal, you might find yourself having a new favorite from the cafeteria soon enough. I sure know I can't wait to take a bite. I'll let you know how it goes. Have a good night. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Update You're sick for even remotely thinking of putting that seaweed-wrapped travesty in your mouth but yeah, sure, knock yourself out. Do you. If anything changes in the investigation I'll warn you as soon as possible. Have fun with craving (I sincerely hope you're joking.) I'm gonna have fun with Motrin. Night. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: Why? We need to talk. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? Not this minute. Wait for the article to update and then we'll talk. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Why? Bailey. The project's been put on hold. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? I know. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Why? And I've heard that you had a hand in it. To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? I know. I put in a recommendation. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Why? Why the hell would you do such a thing?! This was the golden goose and you're strangling it. I've been asking around and I'm getting a slow response but I know this has nothing to do with it being dangerous. It's a safe class and they'd consider adding it to our food regimens! So I'm going to ask you again, why did you decide to put everything on the line for no goddamn reason? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? Oh I didn't say that. I had my reasons, the other guys did too. To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Why? Other guys? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? From the joint operation. The Bidders went through their channels and managed to find the lead we've been looking for. To tell you the truth, I have had a bad hunch ever since we've been wrapping up the network and now I'll never hear the end of it. You didn't get the memo? To: Hal Bailey From: Shaun Manoj Subject: RE: Why? I was busy. I certainly didn't receive any 'memo' and I certainly have no idea what you're talking about. What lead? To: Shaun Manoj From: Hal Bailey Subject: RE: Why? Why don't make use of your eyes and find out? They were going to update the article at 5:00, but I'll give you a sneak peek. Enjoy. Attached: SCP-7190-addendum4.dox Addedunm-04, Overhaul: Two weeks in the aftermath of the network's dissolution, the Foundation received an anonymous tip who claimed to be a former MC&D member, providing directions to a nondescript fishery operating in the Okinawa region of Japan. Mu-3 and Lambnda-14 were deployed to investigate the address. Attached below are the results of the deployment. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7190/Okinawa/Japan ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Foreword: All video evidence is taken directly from Captain Bailey's mounted camera. [BEGIN LOG] [The camera view is murky and barely visible until Captain Bailey climbs out of the water. He is wearing a scuba suit and carries a water-proofed satchel. Additional MTF members leave the ocean onto the dock. They unzip their satchels and pull out their firearms. Captain Bailey removes the oxygen mask.] Captain Bailey: [Towards Radio.] We're at the infiltration spot. Any activity? Commander: No one has exited the building yet. Alpha team spotted one of the window's lights turning on briefly but nothing more. What do you see on your end? [Captain Bailey turns his head to the right. All the docks are empty save for one: a speed boat with its engine humming.] Captain Bailey: There's only one boat here. I can see it from and it looks like there's only… two, no four seats max. Captain Bailey: Understood. Proceed with caution. Alpha team will convene with you inside. Over. Captain Bailey: Loud and clear, Command. Over. Alright ladies, you know the drill. Watching your finger on the trigger. The last thing we want is anyone to get excited. Lambda-14|Samson: Stealth on a house made of popsicle sticks? Overkill much? Captain Bailey: 'The cornered rat will fight back.' These rich assholes don't take losing very kindly. I won't be surprised if they wired this place to blow at a hair's breadth… [Lambnda-14 physically tenses up. Captain Bailey.] Captain Bailey: Hyperbolically speaking. There's no way they'll blow this place this close to a population center. Lambda-14|Yonda: Can we get inside already? I'm freezing my ass out here. Captain Bailey: Right then. Ladies' first. [Lambda-14 silently traverses the docks and approaches the fishery. They find the emergency exit but it is locked. Lambda-14|Yonda kneels and picklocks the door. It opens — all operatives enter inside and turn on their night goggles. They are situated inside a room with conveyor belts; several corridors are visible at the end of the room.] Lambda-14|Sullivan: [Whisper] Still clear… where to? Captain Bailey: We need to spit up — cover more ground efficiently as possible. Don't drag your feet— [Shouting followed by gunshots echo from the right-most corridor. By the sound of the gunshots a shotgun and machine guns are being used. Lambda-14 are startled.] Lambda-14|Samson: That soon?! Captain Bailey: Bidder's got lucky yet again? Let's give them a helping hand— go go! I said don't drag your feet! [Lambda-14 rush into the corridor, they take several turns until reaching a larger hallway. Two armed men are engaging in a firefight with Mu-3 operatives. the latter taking cover behind the wall corner's. Lambda-14 meets them behind. The two men turn around shouting in Japanese before being gunned down by Captain Bailey. The corridor becomes silent.] Captain Bailey: [Heavy Panting.] …Man… that was… [More Panting] anticlimactic. Care to explain? [Captain Bailey lowers his machine gun. Four bodies litter the hallway, bleeding across the floor. Mu-3 begins to leave cover and reconvene with Lambda-14.] Mu-3|Captain Maxwell: Don't look at us! Everything was fine and dandy until these two dimwits tried to ambush us! Then another two tried to get clever and… you know the rest. Captain Bailey: Shit. Mu-3|Captain Maxwell: But! But, we've searched a lot of the building on our end. Command says outside is the same. I think that's all of them? Lambda-14|Yonda: Really? It can't be that easy. Isn't this where they make the sushi? This is the crown of their network. Mu-3|Marrick: Nah, more like was. Like our captain said, this place is practically cleared out. Not much on the beds, not much in the kitchen either. These are literally the only hostiles we encountered. This is too big for just four people. Captain Bailey: …Heh… right on the money, kid. Those greedy pigs must have caught wind we were coming. Empty kitchens and bedrooms. These aren't the real perps, or at least the ones the matter. They're the clean-up crew. Tying up loose ends. Someone update Command. Lambda-14|Sullivian: Ah damn, so we're too late then? What were they cleaning up? Captain Bailey: …Where exactly did they ambush you from? Lambda-14|Samson: Over here Cap'. Mind the foam! [Samson calls from a doorway to the right. A hissing sound is heard, prompting the MTF's to enter the room. The room consists of tiled walls, ceiling and floor with a small area section off and depressed lower in the ground with a drain and retractable shower head installed. Samson has turned on the shower head, spraying water into a smoking trash can.] Lambda-14|Yonda: Sam?! Stop! What are you— Captain Bailey: Hold on Yonda. Was that on fire earlier? Lambda-14|Samson: Bet your ass, Cap'! [Turns off shower head] That's a bunch of paper here. I guess their paper shredder went out of commission? Mu-3|Captain Maxwell: So they were cleaning evidence… what do you see inside? Is the evidence still intact, son? Lambda-14|Samson: I'm looking, I'm looking! It's… very messy here. Seems like some food and other trash is mixed in too5 … wait! I see a bit of paper that's kind of dry. A note… there's something written on it. Lambda-14|Yonda: And? Lambda-14|Samson: I… I can't make heads or tales of it. It's like an entirely different language. [Captain Bailey takes and scans the letter; it is written in cursive English. Captain Bailey rolls their eyes and enunciates clearly.] Captain Bailey: "Dear…" Can't read this part. "The promotion for May has been scrapped. According to public sources, the Disney remake's a flop. We will carry forth on a different…" The rest is burnt off. Mu-3|Albert: Remake? What remake? Captain Bailey For a promotion on… May 26… hm? [Captain Bailey examines the drain more closely. Jewelry and a broken trident lay inside. Captain Bailey reaches in and pulls out a makeshift necklace consisting of rocks and a clam shell.] Captain Bailey: …No… what? [Captain Maxwell spots a freezer door on the opposite wall. He signals the present MTF members and opens the door. It is dark inside. They are immediately assaulted by a noxious smell. Captain Bailey gags but turns on his flashlight and enters. The rest of the MTF follow his example.] [They are inside a walk-in freezer. Wooden crates and metallic instruments are laid haphazardly on the floor. Captain Bailey peers inside a crate without a lid; rows of meat and nori sealed in air-tight packages. Captain Bailey shines his light over several overturned gas canisters.] Captain Bailey: It's not cold in here… were they trying to burn the entire building down— [Captain Bailey freezes. In front of him are multiple large fish carcasses hung from the ceiling by meat hooks. The tail is left relatively unharmed while the upper-half is completely absent of skin; the head and limbs are missing, leaving only the ribcage. The floor is stained with blood.] Lambda-14|Samson: Jesus, they were cutting up tuna in here? Captain Bailey: …That's not tuna. The tail's too scaly and the ribcage is not right. It almost looks… like a monkey. Lambda-14|Samson: A monkey? How on earth did you come with that idea? Cap'? Captain. Captain! Where ya going? [Captain Bailey leaves the freezer and returns with the stringed clam necklace. Captain Bailey hangs the necklace from his finger below the carcasses' ribcage.] Captain Bailey: No… no… [Captain Bailey spots a portable incinerator in the room. He quickly walks to it and turns it off. He then takes a nearby fire extinguisher and puts out the fire inside. He freezes. Human bones and hair are visible inside.] Captain Bailey: Oh… oh… no— [Captain Bailey slips backwards and falls on his back. Two MTF members come to his aid and lift him into a sitting position. Captain Bailey shines his flashlight on the object he slipped on. He gasps. A disembodied feminine hand lays on the floor. Manipulating his flashlight, it is revealed that the floor is covered sporadically in pieces of flesh. A soft cough emanates from the corner. Captain Bailey directs his flashlight, readying his firearm.] [The light illuminates a large fish tank. Inside the tank is an entity consisting of the top half of a human female and the bottom half of a fish tail-like appendage. The water in the tank is half empty, frozen and just beginning to thaw. The entity is pale, its eyes are rolled up, and is breathing shallowly. It is missing its right forearm.] [Several MTF members begin to gag, exclaim curse words or vomit. Captain Bailey quickly eyes the hanging fish tails, the crates, and finally the entity before tensing up. Captain Bailey is heaving, struggling excessively not to vomit as he looks away. Captain Bailey pauses for ten seconds.] Captain Bailey: [Prolonged Pause] Jesus Christ! [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Including Omega-3, Vitamin D, and Vitamin K. 2. A high end restaurant operating in Malibu, California. 3. Mu-3 joined the operation upon revelation of MC&D involvement. 4. The room was empty and displays signs of forced entry 5. While the majority of the documents inside the receptacle were destroyed, some stayed relatively intact. These documents include contracts for fish breeding and insemination, research into the female embryo, and medical instructions on preforming lobotomies. |
SCP-7191 | thaumiel | SCP-7191-A (Current Picture). Item #: SCP-7191 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7191 is contained in a humanoid containment cell at Site-17 and is to be provided with a portable oxygen tank alongside standard amenities. All proposals concerning SCP-7191-B extraction are to be sent to Dr. Barrack for review. SCP-7191 is held in a containment chamber installed with a built-in ventilation system at Site-17 and is medically restrained to their bed. Personnel must adorn respirators and flame-retardant coverings before entering the chamber. In the event that signs of leakage or ventilation breakdown are present, the attending supervisor is to be notified immediately. Description: SCP-7191 is an 11-year-old male humanoid of Chinese-American descent (formerly known as Collin Tian). SCP-7191 possesses an extra-dimensional space in the form of SCP-7191-A, a marble cave-like structure superimposed on their nasopharynx. SCP-7191-A is host to tunnels, cenotes, speleothems in addition to various mining-based materials.1 SCP-7191 has a tangible effect on SCP-7191-A, as the entity's head movements or coughs result in the space temporarily changing gravity or be afflicted with tremors respectively. SCP-7191-A is not miniaturized and retains the actual corresponding size to that of non-anomalous caverns. Despite this, SCP-7191 is not weighed down by SCP-7191-A and has freedom of movement. SCP-7191 is overall not negatively affected by SCP-7191-A with the exception of indirectly causing its dyspnea, which can be alleviated via oxygen therapy. History: Prior to containment, SCP-7191 was born with multiple nasal-related disorders that worsened during its development. On 09/22/2022, SCP-7191's mother had taken the entity for a scheduled doctor's appointment, during which attending physicians were astonished to witness SCP-7191-A. The Foundation was alerted to the situation and amnestized all relevant parties. SCP-7191 was then subsequently transferred to Site-17. Addendum-01: Post-containment, an in-depth inspection of SCP-7191-A was performed through endoscopic technology. There, researchers discovered SCP-7191-B, a series of mineral deposits located throughout the anomaly. Individual SCP-7191-B instances not only hold native elements expected in underground mining, but also contain exceedingly excessive amounts of rare, artificial, and even anomalous metals such as Beryllium Bronze and Morgana Silver. However, SCP-7191-A is completely absent of fossil fuels such as natural gas and coal. The revelation that SCP-7191-B-related material are identical to their original counterparts and carry zero risk of anomalous contamination, combined with the ongoing global chip crisis convinced Site Director Thomas Graham to assign Dr. Barrack to SCP-7191's case to see if the entity was suitable for potential thaumiel class status. Although SCP-7191-B are capable of being mined, the diminutive size of SCP-7191-A's entrance and the impracticality of maneuvering the drill made extraction largely inefficient. Dissatisfied, Director Graham gave Dr. Barrack a strict deadline to bypass the 'obstacle' at hand or risk demotion. This issue was further exacerbated when SCP-7191 was beginning to reluctantly cooperate with staff, as extractions always caused the entity immense discomfort. To amend this, Dr. Barrack attempted to regain SCP-7191's compliance through enticement as he continued the struggle finding an optimal solution for his predicament. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7191/Incident/Barrack ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7191 is seated by the table, holding their hands and slowly swaying in their chair. The entity rubs their eyes when they notice the one-way mirror. SCP-7191 rubs their mask, sighs, then rests their head. The testing chamber's door opens.] [Dr. Barrack and several researchers pushing utility carts enter the chamber. Upon noticing them, SCP-7191 moves up from their seat and folds their arms. The entity looks to the floor.] Dr. Barrack: Hey champ, how you doin'? [SCP-7191 mutters under their breath.] Dr. Barrack: I'm sorry, can you repeat that son? SCP-7191: …I-I'm fine— [SCP-7191 abruptly slides down their mask and coughs loudly. The entity massages their throat when they observe the carts. SCP-7191 posture stiffens.] Dr. Barrack: SCP… Collin, can you sit back down? Nothing will happen, I promise. I just want to… give you something. SCP-7191: …O… O-Okay… [SCP-7191 slowly sits down, hands and shoulders visibly shaking. Dr. Barrack orders a researcher to bring one of the carts closer to the table. SCP-7191 covers their eyes as Dr. Barrack removes the cloth. The entity's breath shudders and respirates deeply when the sound of lighter flickering is heard.] SCP-7191: Hm? [SCP-7191 pulls away their hands. Dr. Barrack is using a barbecue lighter to ignite the candles on a white large rectangular cake. Although much of the font is illegible from this angle, the words "HAPPY" and "12TH" can be seen written on the surface with purple frosting.] SCP-7191: Um? [SCP-7191 looks at the other carts, various sweets and pizza resting on them.] SCP-7191: I don't get it. Is this another test? [Dr. Barrack chuckles and pours a glass of chocolate milk on the table. He is wearing a party hat and a polka-dot styled tie.] Dr. Barrack: Nope, no testing. It's a… reward. [Researchers begin transferring the dishes from the carts onto the table. SCP-7191 looks on in disbelief.] SCP-7191: Reward?! Dr. Barrack: Mm-hmm. Consider it a gift from me to you. [SCP-7191 reads the lettering.] SCP-7191: Oh… thank you? But it's not my birthday— Dr. Barrack: Consider it an early birthday then. I figured it was overdue for all the nice, wonderful hard work you've been doing. [Dr. Barrack gives SCP-7191 a spare party hat. SCP-7191 looks towards the glass, reaches for it and takes a sip. Visibly elated, the entity quickly downs its contents.] SCP-7191: So… cool… this is awesome! Thank you so much! Dr. Barrack: Hey, don't mention bud. What are friends for? SCP-7191: Yeah, thank you so much and… oh wow! Does that mean the tests have finished? [Dr. Barrack expresses an exaggerated frown.] Dr. Barrack: Sorry, champ, but that's not in cards. SCP-7191: Oh… because of my shiny boogers? Dr. Barrack: Yes, right on the nose… pun unintended. Collin, I know it sucks but if we don't remove them soon… it'll just cause more health problems in the long run. Y'know? SCP-7191: Oh… okay. [Dr. Barrack slides the cake closer to the entity. Dr. Barrack fills himself and the entity's glass with more chocolate milk.] Dr. Barrack: But it's not going to be forever, I promise. When we eventually remove all those, heh, boogers out, you can go back home. Promise. SCP-7191: You said 'promise' twice— Dr. Barrack: Anyways we should get this party started before your cake melts. Vanilla ice cream cake. Your favorite. [SCP-7191 smiles.] SCP-7191: Thank you so much. I'll try to do my best. Dr. Barrack: [Laughs] I'm sure you will. [SCP-7191 removes their mask. As they do so, the entity frowns.] Dr. Barrack: Something wrong, champ? SCP-7191: Sorry, Mr. Barrack. I've just been getting this gross smell all day. Is that normal? Dr. Barrack: Ah, that's probably the new nasal spray we've been given you. It'll pass. Eh… just not to exert your lungs far more than you have to. SCP-7191: Okay. [SCP-7191 inhales, leans close to the candles, and exhales. A bright light flash emanates from the table, instantaneously followed by a loud bang, then smoke. Attending researchers are bewildered and disoriented.] Dr. Barrack: T-T-The fuck?! What the hell is… Ow! Ow… why— [Dr. Barrack gasps. An eyeball is floating in his glass of chocolate milk and teeth are embedded in his arm. Dr. Barrack stares at the table in horror. SCP-7191 is sitting in their seat; fire and smoke emerge from their head.] [SCP-7191 sways widely, then falls onto the cake. The cake quickly melts as the table catches on fire. The fire alarm blares as Dr. Barrack watches from a distance, stunned. Researchers begin to panic as the fire spreads to SCP-7191's clothing.] [A researcher pulls on the fire extinguisher on the wall as security enter the room.] [END LOG] SCP-7191-A was inspected in the immediate aftermath, uncovering recently-drilled sections containing trace amounts of methane. Investigators deduced that prior to the events of Addendum-01, the entity was subjected to standard SCP-7191-B extraction that early morning. However, the research team had inadvertently perforated into a reservoir of natural gas, causing it to leak throughout SCP-7191-A. SCP-7191 didn't suffer the effects of the gas flooding into their respiratory tract due to the aforementioned small entrance to SCP-7191-A and the sufficient oxygen it was being supplied with. The resulting explosion caused the irrevocable destruction of SCP-7191's facial muscles, bones, and organs. The entity was also afflicted with substantial brain damage, causing it to undergo a deep coma. As SCP-7191 was placed in its current containment chamber, Site Director Graham drafted disciplinary measures for Dr. Barrack. Resources were also allocated to SCP-7191 for experimental reconstruction surgery. Addendum-02: Several days after, the combustion within SCP-7191 ceased completely. Another endoscopic exploration found that while SCP-7191-A was significantly damaged, a large portion of SCP-7191-B was not. The introduction of the enlarged opening on SCP-7191 allowed the application of drones to venture into and extract SCP-7191-B more efficiently and easier than prior attempts. Furthermore, the explosion unearthed more tunnels, leading to more caverns containing a massive overabundance of SCP-7191-B instances, even more than those located by the entrance. Months later, it was concluded that SCP-7191-A has no measurable length or depth, and is presumed to be infinite. Site Director Graham congratulated the research team's endeavors on finding a workaround solution for the preliminary issue, granting them more permits and permissions. Dr. Barrack was granted the opportunity for a promotion, but ultimately declined it. Dr. Barrack has drafted proposals citing up advocacy of siphon resources that are now primarily allocated to mining-based expenditures back to reconstruction surgery. The proposal was declined. Footnotes 1. See Addendum-01 for further clarification. |
SCP-7192 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7192: The Cameraman's Plight Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: Zoobeeny RadiantGold, DrSoot77, ferox, InnKeeperReori, Jiwoahn JorgeMtzb Hello, it is me! JorgeMtzb The idea for this article came to me in a dream… that would be all. ENJOY. Item#: 7192 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7192 is currently located within a secure server room on Site-19. Access to the server room is restricted to Level 3 personnel and above. Regular maintenance and monitoring of SCP-7192 are to be conducted by qualified IT personnel while under the supervision of Dr. Harlow. Description: SCP-7192 refers to the surveillance system installed within Site-19, composed of data servers as well as security cameras and related monitoring equipment. SCP-7192's anomalous properties manifest as recurring glitches and malfunctions that affect the functionality of the surveillance system. The glitches observed in SCP-7192 are varied and unpredictable, occurring at irregular intervals. The following anomalies have been currently documented: Visual Distortions Periodically, the video feed from the security cameras becomes distorted, displaying severe pixelation, color shifts, and geometric distortions. This distortion can obscure or completely obstruct the view of monitored areas, creating potential security vulnerabilities within Site-19. Audio Distortions Audio recordings frequently experience interference, resulting in static, garbled voices, or complete audio loss. In some instances, the system has picked up unidentifiable sounds, including whispers, distant screams, and other abnormal auditory phenomena. Physical Movement The rotational controls of surveillance cameras move autonomously. This results in altered camera angles, and temporary blind spots, creating potential security vulnerabilities within Site-19. The Foundation has implemented several containment and research procedures aimed at understanding and mitigating SCP-7192's anomalous effects. These measures included routine server maintenance to ensure the integrity of the surveillance system, experimentation with various electromagnetic shielding configurations to reduce interference, and the deployment of dedicated IT personnel for monitoring the anomaly. However, despite these efforts, SCP-7192 continued to exhibit unpredictable irregularities. Research teams have also initiated the analysis of anomalous audio and visual recordings, often with the assistance of paranormal specialists, but no conclusive findings were obtained. Incident Log - SCP-7192 - Containment Breaches: Incident 0910A - 2023: Video Log Transcript Incident Log 7192 - 0910A - 2023: Containment Breach Date and hour: 2023-09-10T10:43 Location: Site-19 Assigned MTF: Mu-13 (“Ghostbusters”) Foreword: The incident unfolded during a routine maintenance session within Server Room B, conducted by Dr. Harlow and IT Specialist Anderson. Security Officer Ramirez was stationed outside the room during the incident. At approximately 14:47, as IT Specialist Anderson was performing system diagnostics, Dr. Harlow reported witnessing a glitch on the monitoring screen. The screen displayed Camera 53-C, positioned in Sector 7B. A brief distortion of the camera's feed occurs; confused, Dr. Harlow instructs Anderson to rewind the footage. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Harlow: Hold on, Anderson. Come over here for a moment. IT Specialist Anderson: Huh? What is it? Dr. Harlow Just now, on camera– uhh… camera 53-C. Something weird happened. Rewind the footage if you will, please. Anderson rewinds the footage. It shows Researcher Johnson working with the back turned to the camera. The glitch occurs again, behind Researcher Johnson. A humanoid figure is clearly visible, wearing a white lab coat. Despite the bright lighting of the hallway, its face remains completely obscured by darkness. IT Specialist Anderson: What the– Another Visual Interference occurs, at which point the room appears completely empty. Dr. Harlow: Shit. Dr. Harlow and Anderson exchanged alarmed looks. Security Officer Ramirez is immediately contacted to inform of the breach and confirm the location and status of the area. Dr. Harlow: Hi, yes uhh… this is Dr. Harlow from the Technology Oversight Division, We have a situation. I need a Mobile Task Force on the ready. We have A 19/A/SUPERBLUE-MAGENTA. There is a loose entity in Site-19 within Sector 7B, I repeat there is a loose entity in the Sector 7B Lab. The figure appears to look up towards the ceiling, examining its surroundings, as if looking for something. Security Officer Ramirez: What!? I- uhm… I’ll have all hands on deck. Details? Dr. Harlow: Currently unknown. It’s a shadowy humanoid figure. Proceed with proper caution. Security Officer Ramirez: Don't need to tell me twice. Dr. Harlow: Would you be able to confirm who is currently stationed in the lab in sector 7B? Security Officer Ramirez: Let’s see, if I’m correct that’d be Researcher Johnson. Yeah, he should be here in Sector 7B, conducting the anomaly review. After several seconds, more visual interference happens. When the feed comes back, the entity is completely absent. Dr. Harlow drops the radio and grabs his cell phone to call Johnson directly. Researcher Johnson: Hello? Dr. Harlow: Johnson, do you copy? Where are you right now? Researcher Johnson: I'm in my Sector 7B workstation, just by the janitor's cart. Why? Dr. Harlow: Johnson, stay where you are, in view of the security feed. They're coming to you. Researcher Johnson: Huh? Is something wrong? Researcher Johnson turns around in his seat and quickly gazes around the room. Dr. Harlow Yes, there appears to be an enti– Anderson taps Dr. Harlow on the shoulder. The entity has reappeared directly in front Researcher Johnson and is staring directly at the camera. At the same time, the audio feed captures whispering.1 Researcher Johnson: Doctor? I don’t see anything. Dr. Harlow: Johnson, listen to me, this is very important. Don’t move, and don’t say a single word, okay? Researcher Johnson: Uh… alright. Dr. Harlow: What did I just say? Researcher Johnson: … Dr. Harlow: Thank you. The figure reappears then turns and walks down the corridor, out of the camera's view. Dr Harlow and Anderson turn their attention to the succeeding camera, but the figure is missing from the footage. Immediately after this, the containment breach alarm is sounded and a site-wide lockdown is declared. MTF Mu-13 (“Ghostbusters”) arrives at location shortly thereafter, securing the area and evacuating all the staff. Following this incident, the entity has begun to regularly manifest itself around the site for short periods of time, only ever visible through the security system. Investigations into the identity and motives of the entity appearing on the surveillance feed are ongoing but no leads into the origins and motive of the entity have been found. [END LOG] Addendum: A possible lead into the origin and motives of the entity have been found. Further investigation was deemed necessary to ascertain the connection between the recurring anomalies and Researcher Johnson. Through this investigation the following effects were discovered: Visual Distortions Periodically, the video feed from the security cameras becomes distorted, displaying severe pixelation, color shifts, and geometric distortions. Notably, these distortions often reveal the presence of a shadowy figure, consistently displaying a resemblance to Researcher Johnson. The figure so far has only shown itself through the cameras. Upon closer inspection, its appearance seems to closely resemble that of Researcher Johnson. The distortion can obscure or completely obstruct the view of monitored areas, creating potential security vulnerabilities within Site-19. Audio Distortions Audio recordings frequently experience interference, resulting in static, garbled voices, or complete audio loss. In some instances, the system has picked up unidentifiable sounds, including whispers, distant screams, and other abnormal auditory phenomena. Notably, detailed analysis of these auditory anomalies has yielded a perfect match to Researcher Johnson's voice, further heightening suspicion. Physical Movement Physical Movement: The rotational controls of surveillance cameras move autonomously. This results in altered camera angles and the creation of temporary blind spots, creating potential security vulnerabilities within Site-19. It has been observed that these camera movements tend to pivot distinctly towards Researcher Johnson whenever he is present in a monitored room. Due to these findings, Researcher Johnson has been scheduled for interrogation. Interview Transcript - Researcher Johnson: + See: Interview Transcript - Access Granted Interview Transcript 0924A- 2023: Date and hour: 2023-09-24T21:00 Location: Site-19, Interrogation Room 5B Foreword: Incident Log 7192-Alpha-002 was conducted as part of the investigation following the connection between Researcher Johnson and anomalous occurrences within Site-19's surveillance system. The interview aims to gather insights regarding Researcher Johnson's experiences during the incident. Dr. Harlow: Researcher Johnson, thank you for your time. We need your insights regarding the recent breach. Could you recall your activities leading up to the incident? Researcher Johnson: Certainly, I was in Sector 7B, conducting a routine review of my research. Dr. Harlow: And during this time, did you notice anything unusual or out of place? Researcher Johnson: Not particularly. It was standard procedure—reviewing data, ensuring system stability. Everything seemed normal. Then I got your call, something about an entity? No idea what was going on, it was only until later that I heard about the breach. Scary stuff. Dr. Harlow: Scary indeed. Dr. Harlow grabs a sheaf of paper and starts reading through it. Dr. Harlow: So, during our analysis the entity was captured by the security cameras as appearing in your room during the incident, yet you appeared undisturbed by it. Researcher Johnson: Well yeah, we’ve gone over this. I didn't observe anything out of the ordinary. Are you sure it’s not all just some sort of illusion SCP or something of the like? Dr. Harlow: That's certainly a possibility, but I’d rather have you state the facts than form hypotheses. Whispering was picked up on the audio feed, you didn't notice any of that either? Researcher Johnson: I might have been too focused on my tasks. Work can get quite engrossing, but I still think I would’ve heard whispering with how quiet it was. I don’t really know what else to tell you. Dr. Harlow: Good to know. Let's see, uhh… Researcher Johnson: Dr. Harlow, may I ask something? Dr. Harlow: Johnson, do I need to remind you that you are the one currently being interviewed? Researcher Johnson: What is this about really? Dr. Harlow: What are you insinuating Johnson? Researcher Johnson: Oh please, I’m not stupid. You already know the gist of what happened and what I saw. I barely know anything about this breach yet you have shown consistent interest in me. While I know you like to get everything on record, I don’t see you as the kind of person to schedule an interrogation purely for the matter of me spouting a bunch of formalities into a mic. You want something out of this. Dr. Harlow remains silent. Researcher Johnson begins laughing loudly. Researcher Johnson: Sorry. Boy, I didn’t mean to fluster you. My point is: It’s clear you and the others picked up on something, and that something has to do with me. Dr. Harlow: Sharp as always, Johnson. Researcher Johnson: Eh, no need to oversell me, seeing as how I'm about to inform you that I am truly and completely oblivious to what’s going on. I want to know what this thing’s deal is about just as much as you guys, but I’ve got nothing. Dr. Harlow: Absolutely nothing? Nothing different, unusual, or noteworthy leading up to the breach? Any peculiar focus or specific attention drawn during your tasks? We're searching for any potential triggers or involvement. We will find out if you’re lying, and you know that. Researcher Johnson: Know that perfectly, doc, but nope. I genuinely have no idea what that thing’s deal is or why it was in my lab. But I’d like to know. Seriously, you guys have told me absolutely nothing about it so far. Dr. Harlow: You should be well aware that classified information is– Researcher Johnson: Distributed on a need-to-know basis, I know, I know. I’ve read the manual. Well, I need to know this, if you guys want me to be of any help, that is. Otherwise I’m just as clueless as you guys seemingly are. Dr. Harlow: You really don’t know anything, huh? Researcher Johnson: No, I don’t. At least not now. I may have picked up on the fact that you guys have an interest in me, but I still have no idea why. Dr. Harlow lets out a deep sigh. Dr. Harlow: It’s becoming evident that these occurrences seem to gravitate around you. Researcher Johnson: Around me? Wait– 'occurrences', plural? Dr. Harlow: Yes, even since that first manifestation. There have been numerous others, all centered around you. Researcher Johnson: That's… insane. How come no one has caught wind of this? Dr. Harlow: The anomaly is seemingly confined to surveillance recordings. Isolated to those moments when you're in view of the cameras and only ever within a 10-meter radius of your presence. Researcher Johnson: Huh. Dr. Harlow: There’s more to it. The figures seen in these distortions bear a resemblance to you. The system picked up sounds, whispers, distant screams, all matching your voice. Researcher Johnson: Wait, repeat that? Did you just say it looked like me? Dr. Harlow: Yes, the connections don’t get any clearer, do they? Johnson? Researcher Johnson begins staring at his own hands. Dr. Harlow: Johnson! Researcher Johnson: Yeah? Dr. Harlow: Are you okay? You seem troubled. Researcher Johnson: Oh, uhm. Yeah I’m fine, it’s just you know, how is that not troubling? Dr. Harlow: Fair enough, I’d certainly be very troubled myself. Researcher Johnson: Well, what now? Dr. Harlow: Right, you’re not going to like this. Given the circumstances and the potential risk, we're implementing a temporary on-site quarantine measure for your safety. Researcher Johnson: What!? Are you fucking serious right now? Dr. Harlow: I'm afraid so. It's a precautionary step. You'll need to immediately cease your duties and remain within the site until we can fully understand and mitigate this anomaly. Researcher Johnson: You can’t do that! Dr. Harlow: You very well know we can, and we will. So make yourself comfortable. Researcher Johnson: What about my family? What the hell am I supposed to tell them? I can’t just disappear out of nowhere. Dr. Harlow: It’s not my problem, but you’ll be able to keep in contact with them, give them an explanation, all that jazz. Just, you know, communications will be monitored, so keep that in mind. Researcher Johnson: So what, you're just taking me as a prisoner now? Away from my loved ones and everything I care about? Dr. Harlow: Relax Johnson, think of it more like… a mandatory vacation. Besides, you’re certainly one to talk. Researcher Johnson: Oh the audacity, you little– Dr. Harlow: It’s for your safety and you know it. Researcher Johnson: 'My own safety', my ass! How is confining me to the one play where this mysterious entity resides for my own good!? You guys just want me to use me as bait. Dr. Harlow: I told you, It's a precautionary measure, okay? We're doing what’s necessary to contain it. You’ll get a room, you’ll get well fed, you'll be fine. You can walk around and go to the cafeteria, talk to coworkers, you just need to stay in-site so we can keep track. We'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible during your stay. Researcher Johnson: Yeah, while you guys poke at me with a stick and wait for me to get killed. Dr. Harlow: I’m sorry, Johnson, it’s not my choice. Researcher Johnson: Whatever. [END LOG] - Access Granted Call Transcript - Researcher Johnson + See: Researcher Johnson Call Transcript - Access Granted Date and hour: 2023-09-24T21:43 Location: Site-19, Researcher's Johnson's temporary living quarters. Foreword: The following is a transcript of a call between Researcher Johnson and his wife. [BEGIN LOG] Eleanor Johnson: Hello? Researcher Johnson: Hey, it's me. Eleanor Johnson: Honey! I wasn’t expecting a call, everything alright? Researcher Johnson: Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. Listen, I won’t be able to make it home tonight. Eleanor Johnson: Again? What's going on over there? Is it that top-secret stuff again? Researcher Johnson: Something like that. Listen, this time it’s different. There's, uhh, some bug going around. It’s kinda dangerous, so they've put us in quarantine for a while. Eleanor Johnson: Quarantine? For how long? Wait, dangerous? Will you be okay!? Researcher Johnson: I’m not sure, babe. They're being overly cautious, so it might be a few days, maybe weeks or more in the worst of cases. But yes, I should be fine. Eleanor Johnson: How can you know that? Researcher Johnson: You’ll just have to trust me on that. Eleanor Johnson: Oh dear. Can we come visit at some point? Researcher Johnson: No! I mean, they wouldn’t let you. It’s not like a regular hospital; they don’t allow civilians. Don’t worry, they’re running tests, that kinda stuff, I’m sure I’ll be out of here in no time. Eleanor Johnson: Oh, I see. I hope you’re doing okay. Have they been taking care of you? How are you feeling right now? Researcher Johnson: I'm currently doing just fine right now. Listen, how are the kids? Eleanor Johnson: Oh, they're fine, all of them asleep by now. They were asking about their dad. Wondering why you weren’t here for dinner. I told them you’d be back by morning, guess I was wrong. Samantha was really upset, she misses you. Well, they all do of course. Researcher Johnson: Tell them I miss them too. Give them a big hug for me. Eleanor Johnson: Of course, honey. I worry about you though. It’s just hard not ever really knowing what’s really going on over there. Researcher Johnson: I know, I know. It’s all routine stuff. Like I said, they're just being extra cautious, that’s all. Eleanor Johnson: Alright, I trust you. Just take care of yourself, okay? Researcher Johnson: Always do, love. There's a brief pause. Eleanor Johnson: Darling, can I tell you something? Researcher Johnson: What is it? Eleanor Johnson: Ever since you got that government job, you’ve been really busy. Working late shifts, missing holidays, and always veiled in secrecy. I understand it's important, but sometimes it feels like I barely see you anymore. Researcher Johnson: I know, I’m sorry it’s just- Eleanor Johnson: Wait! Let me finish. You’ve been really busy and you know, that’s kind of upsetting. But even though you’ve been more absent you’ve also been a lot more present. Researcher Johnson: Huh? Eleanor Johnson: I know, it sounds weird. But hear me out. You've been so attentive, making genuine efforts to connect, you seem more focused and driven, you've started taking better care of yourself. I know I don’t say it out loud but don’t think I haven’t noticed. I love hearing you gush about whatever interesting stuff happened at your job even if you can’t tell me much, if at all. And the way you’ve been with the kids; patient, understanding, so caring. You’ve grown emotionally too, become more open and expressive about your feelings, it’s like you are a completely different person. Really feels like you've found a new passion, and it's been amazing to see you grow like this. Researcher Johnson: …. Eleanor Johnson: Listen, I just want you to know how proud I am of you. Even though we don't have as much time together, when we do, it’s like the world slows down and I cherish every moment of it. I know our relationship hasn’t always been the best but, it feels like I keep falling in love with you all over again. Researcher Johnson: …. Eleanor Johnson: Honey, are you okay? Researcher Johnson: Yes, sorry. I got emotional, that's all. Eleanor Johnson: Aww. Researcher Johnson: I love you honey. Eleanor Johnson: Love you too babe, take care. [End Log] - Access Granted Researcher Johnson - Quarantine Observation Log. [Day 1 - After Quarantine Initiation] Researcher Johnson’s behavior has escalated, having heated discussions with the site personnel, demanding answers about his confinement and arguing for his early release. [Day 10 - After Quarantine Initiation] Researcher Johnson's mental state seems to be deteriorating rapidly. He's observed pacing frantically, occasionally banging on the walls or whispering to himself. Attempts to reassure or engage with him have been met with hostility or complete silence. SCP-7192 apparitions at an all-time maximum. [Day 14 - After Quarantine Initiation] Despite plenty of opportunities for social interaction and full (monitored) access to the internet, Researcher Johnson has isolated himself and is often seen sitting withdrawn in a corner of his room. He is heard speaking incoherently, often staring blankly at the surveillance cameras. He has begun to refuse meals. Important security data keeps getting lost or corrupted during critical times, attributed to the intermittent distortions caused by SCP-7192 via Johnson's presence. Due to his continually worsened mental state and lack of apparent direct danger of SCP-7192, as well as loss of productivity due to the glitches and apparitions, discussion for the date of his release has begun. [Day 15 - After Quarantine Initiation] + See: Incident Log 1012A - 2023 - Access Granted Incident 1012A - 2023: Video Log Transcript Date and hour: 2023-10-12T00:02 Location: Site-19 Foreword: At 12:27, during lunch, Researcher Johnson is seen entering the Site-19 server room. All security footage of his time inside the room has been deleted, presumably either by him or by SCP-7192. 3 minutes later, Researcher Johnson comes out of the server room noticeably distressed, falling to his knees directly outside the door, before screaming for help. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Johnson: HELP, HELP! Somebody help! Security, anyone! IT Specialist Anderson, returning from his lunch break, spots Researcher Johnson in his knees in front of the Site-19 Server room. He runs towards Johnson. Researcher Johnson: WAIT, don't get close to me. IT Specialist Anderson stops in his track, but is close enough to see through the door. The room has been ransacked, many of the servers physically destroyed IT Specialist Anderson: You! What did you do!? Researcher Johnson GET AWAY. Listen, this wasn't me, I'm just- Researcher Johnson's eyes suddenly widen Researcher Johnson: Wait, no no no no- You can't do this you cannot do this. Not after all this time. NO! PLEASE NO. This wasn't supposed to happen. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING. Why can't I- That was not… Researcher Johnson flinches, grabbing his abdomen in pain. Researcher Johnson: Please! Please I beg of you let me go, let me go, I'll do anything just don't. Researcher Johnson flinches once more. Researcher Johnson I'M SORRY, I'M SO SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRIED- I DIDN'T WANT please. What about them? Are you really about to cause them this much pain. Please I know you hate me but do it for them! Think about them… Researcher Johnson coughs up blood. IT Specialist Anderson: Oh my god! Help, someone help! Researcher Johnson I won't leave like you left. Don't… make…. me go. Researcher Johnson collapses in the floor. Later autopsy reveals he perished from a heart attack. No further SCP-7192 instances have been detected since. [END LOG] - Access Granted Recovered Materials Video Log Transcript + See: Recovered Materials Video Log Transcript 1012A - 2023 - Access Granted Recovered Materials Video Log Transcript -1012A - 2023 Date and hour: 2023-10-11T23:55, [UNKNOWN] Location: Site-19 Foreword: Following incident 0924A - 2023, the Site-19 server room was searched with the intention of restoring as much lost data as possible. While months worth of security recordings were lost in the aftermath, one singular recording survived. The recording is dated to minutes before the server destruction. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Johnson can be seen sitting at his temporal living quarter provided desk. Suddenly he stops and looks around the room. Researcher Johnson: You know what. Fine. I'm tired of waiting for you to go away. I don't care what they think. I'll bite. What do you want hm? Researcher Johnson pauses, continuing to look around. Researcher Johnson: I'm not stupid, I know you're watching. Researcher Johnson covers his face in his palms, themselves resting in his knees Researcher Johnson: It's you isn't it. Isn't it!? I know it's you. Researcher Johnson stays silent for 30 seconds. Researcher Johnson: Man, you really are just never happy…. You weren't happy then, and you're still not happy now. I gave you a chance to go away, and you still didn't take it, instead you stuck around all this time and for what? It’s been a long 5 years, I thought you were long gone. What prompted you to show face now, huh? Researcher Johnson straightens up and slams his fist into the desk with force. Do me a favor and tell me something. Why? Why are you never happy? You had it all handed over to you. But never once did you stop to appreciate any of it. Never ONCE did you ever stop to think about how truly fortunate you were. You never once thought of all the people would KILL for what you have. Or… had, rather. Researcher Johnson's eyes suddenly widen. Researcher Johnson: What? (laughs) Yeah, karma’s a bitch isn’t it? Alright, let's talk. So then, what do you want? (pause) No. No. No. No. No. I can’t take away what’s not yours to begin with. It never should’ve been, you didn’t want… You can’t I mean how dare you? You got what you wanted didn’t you, so why won’t you you just LEAVE ME ALONE NOW– Researcher Johnson appears to tear up. Researcher Johnson: All I ever wanted was what you had man, a stable well paying job, a loving wife and family, a job, friends, people who cared for me…. a physical body. But no, even now, you always want more. And unlike you, I care for them as much as they care for me… I’m living life to the fullest. All you ever did was shout into the void and complain. Complaints complain nothing BUT DEAFENING COMPLAINTS. And you never knew it at that time, but I was there in the void. Listening, learning… yearning. …. But now? You want it all back? If you aren't gonna leave me alone then at least face me like a man! Why won't you show yourself!? Come on, it's your chance I'm in this room completely- The security camera on the room turns suddenly, creating a slight mechanical whirring. Researcher Johnson notices this and turns to the camera. Researcher Johnson: … trapped. Of-of course. How could I have not realized earlier? Oh, you stupid idiot. There is something I must do now. Don't worry old buddy, I have a plan. I guess it was nice seeing you again, but this is goodbye for now. Researcher Johnson immediately stands up from his seat and makes his way towards the hallway. Researcher Johnson: You know… you had your chance to hold on, but now it’s time to let go. Goodbye The video is enveloped by static and cuts to the server room camera. Random shifting are present where the date should be. A younger researcher Johnson is seen walking into the server room. He pulls his own hair and screams, clutching his chest before collapsing in the floor. Approximately 20 seconds later, researcher Johnson gets up, stares at his hands for several seconds and then walks out the server room. [End Log] - Access Granted Footnotes 1. Further review of the footage reveals said whispering to be entirely incomprehensible, before disappearing again. 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SCP-7193 | keter | Edmund Davids Rage of the heavens. Death from above. SCP-7193. Having deployed all instances of SCP-7193-1 and -2, the primary anomaly is dispersing into smaller, non-anomalous clouds. Item #: SCP-7193 Special Containment Procedures: The North Atlantic Ocean is to be constantly patrolled by no less than four Boeing E-3 Sentry Airborne Early Warning (AEW) aircraft, all of which are to monitor for any signs of SCP-7193 materialisation. In concert with other members of the NAPP, a minimum of 600 Surface-to-Air Missile (SAM) batteries are to be maintained at strategic positions along all coasts adjacent to the North Atlantic Ocean, as far south as the equator. Such missiles are to have increased fuel capacities and be connected to AEW patrols via datalink. Upon the detection of SCP-7193, it is to be closely monitored until the emergence of SCP-7193-1 and -2 instances. These are then to be tracked until they move within range of land-based SAM batteries, where all instances must be eliminated before they reach visual range of any North Atlantic coastline. Description: SCP-7193 refers to a Stratocumulus cloud of dimensions and altitude within the expected ranges for the geographic area, that, regardless of the time of day and light conditions, will retain a consistently crimson-red tinge. In an occurrence that seems to lack predictable patterning, SCP-7193 will materialise over the North Atlantic Ocean. Visually, this is identical to the mundane water cycle, accelerated by a factor of 10. SCP-7193 will disperse into smaller, non-anomalous clouds upon deploying all instances of SCP-7193-1 and -2. An instance of SCP-7193-1 moments before destruction, attempting to avoid missiles fired at it from land-based SAM batteries. Between one and 48 hours after the complete manifestation of SCP-7193, instances of SCP-7193-1 and SCP-7193-2 will emerge from within the primary anomaly. SCP-7193-1 instances are similar in appearance to modern and historical strategic bomber craft1, predominantly the B-52 Stratofortress, although characteristics of the B-17 and B-29 have also been observed. SCP-7193-2 instances are visually identical to P-51 Mustang aircraft, with capabilities of supersonic speed, onboard radar tracking, air-to-air missiles, and modern countermeasures. These significant equipment upgrades appear to have been applied anomalously. All instances of SCP-7193-1 are extremely hostile to human settlements and military assets, actively undertaking in destructive attacks upon both elements. SCP-7193-2 instances, while possessing similar hostility, will prioritise the protection of SCP-7193-1 from damage over the destruction of human presence. Instances appear incapable of running out of ammunition and fuel, with the only way to effectively cease an SCP-7193 attack being the disabling or destruction of every instance. If an assault is successful, resulting in the elimination of human presence in the area, remaining instances will proceed to belligerently seek out other human settlements and assets. Aside from these characteristics and an apparent lack of observable crewmembers, all instances appear non-anomalous. The upper threshold limit to the number of SCP-7193 instances capable of being generated in a single manifestation event is 5000, with the approximate average being 1000. No instance of SCP-7193-1 or -2 has ever been successfully recovered, due to a vanishing phenomenon that affects severely damaged instances. Addendum-01: Discovery SCP-7193 first came to Foundation attention on 15/04/2023, when Foundation satellite 'Eye on the Sky' detected the anomaly's appearance over the North Atlantic Ocean. The Foundation research vessel Forecast was in the area and proceeded to investigate. No instances of SCP-7193-1 or -2 emerged for the first twenty-four hours of the anomaly's presence. Video Log: Sinking of the SCPS Forecast Date: 16/04/2023 Location: SCPS Forecast, ~45°28'N ~50°44'W, North Atlantic Ocean Depicted: Agent Jennifer Stuart, Doctor Milford Cogent, Captain Heather Broughton (commander of the Forecast) <BEGIN LOG> Video recording is taken from Agent Stuart's body camera. It opens with her knocking loudly on a cabin door aboard the Forecast. Multiple sounds, including movement around the room and several expletives, are faintly audible from within. Agent Stuart: Dr. Cogent? The cabin door is opened, revealing Doctor Milford Cogent, who bears the appearance of having just been awakened. Stuart: Still in bed, sir? Dr. Cogent: I'd appreciate it if you didn't make fun of my jet lag. Stuart: Captain Broughton wants us on the bridge. Cogent: Now? Or later? Stuart: Two minutes ago. Just toss on a coat and some trousers. Dr. Cogent retreats into his cabin to dress himself, emerging in under a minute. Cogent: Why on earth are you wearing your body cam? Stuart: Do you want me to quote the rulebook? Cogent: Yeah, yeah. 'First contact with new anomalous phenomena requires twenty-four-hour recording of events,' I know. Stuart: Why did you ask then? Cogent: I'm tired and I feel like crap. Please excuse me for being a little out of it. Stuart: Duty calls for all of us, Dr. Cogent. Cogent: Why can't it call at a reasonable hour? Agent Stuart and Dr. Cogent reach the bridge of the Forecast, where they meet Captain Broughton. Captain Broughton: Sorry to wake you, Doctor, but we really can't afford time to catch up on sleep. We've had a development with the meteorological anomaly. (She directs their attention towards the bridge radar display) About half an hour ago, we started picking up a solid contact on the radar from somewhere inside the anomaly. Cogent: 'Solid contact'? Forgive my inexperience over technical jargon. Broughton: It's either a plane or some other aerial vehicle. Definitely not anything weather related. Cogent: Is it possibly just a lost civilian? Broughton: The radar station is manned constantly. According to the operator, the blip appeared inside the anomaly. RADAR operator: Ma'am, I just got another contact. Quite close to the first… Jesus Christ, it's multiplying! Broughton, Cogent, and Stuart gather around the station. The markers on the radar screen are rapidly increasing in number, reaching approximately 100 within twelve seconds. Cogent: Let me take a look. He appropriates a pair of binoculars and steps out of the bridge. Stuart moves to accompany him, allowing her camera to visually record SCP-7193. As per standard policy, the Forecast has not anchored directly beneath the anomaly, keeping the minimum distance of one kilometer away at all times. It is possible to make out the red cloud as a broad smudge towards the north of the Forecast. As Stuart comes alongside Dr. Cogent, who is examining the anomaly through the requisitioned binoculars, multiple tiny black specks are observable, emerging from SCP-7193. Cogent: What in the world…? They look like aircraft. It takes ten minutes for the full formation of SCP-7193-1 and -2 instances to emerge from SCP-7193, gathering up into a massive rectangular arrangement that begins moving to the west. Four instances of SCP-7193-2 detach from the main formation and dive down towards sea level. Cogent: Did you see those ones just break away? They're headed right for us. Stuart: (over her shoulder, towards the bridge and Captain Broughton) Captain, we've got incoming! Not sure if they're hostile! The camera catches a series of white contrails detaching from the four instances and speeding towards the Forecast. The shipboard alarm begins to sound. Broughton: Brace for impact!! Stuart pulls Cogent down to the deck, jostling the camera as she does so. Two seconds later, the missiles strike the Forecast, registering as two loud concussive blasts. Later examination of the wreckage revealed that one penetrated the vessel's hull at the waterline, and the other destroyed part of the rear superstructure, disabling the propellers and the rudder. The Forecast immediately starts listing to one side as it begins to sink. Stuart's camera catches the instances of SCP-7193-2 executing an overhead flyby, traveling at a speed which should be impossible for Second World War fighter aircraft. <END LOG> The SCPS Forecast sank twenty minutes after being attacked. While the majority of the crew were able to successfully evacuate the vessel, the four instances of SCP-7193-2 used machine guns to kill survivors on the life rafts and in the water. Only 10 percent of the crew of the Forecast survived long enough to be rescued, including Doctor Cogent and Agent Stuart. The larger formation of SCP-7193-1 and -2 instances were intercepted and eliminated by a force of Global Occult Coalition and United States Air Force aircraft near Bermuda. Alerted to the aggressive nature of the anomaly, containment was immediately initialised with approval from both the GOC and the US Government. The sheer scale of planned containment necessitated the formation of the North Atlantic Protection Pact (NAPP), a multilateral cooperation treaty between the Foundation, Global Occult Coalition, and every country that possessed coastline adjacent to the North Atlantic Ocean. This allowed the current containment procedures to be maintained, despite the high equipment and monetary expense. Addendum-02: Operation Actium Prior to Operation Actium, every attempt to explore the interior of SCP-7193 had proved difficult to the point of being impossible, due to the aggressive nature of SCP-7193-2, and resulted in loss of multiple unmanned drones. On 03/06/2024, following an informal discussion regarding alternate containment strategies and further opportunities for research regarding SCP-7193, Doctor Milford Cogent and Commander Daniel Courtier presented an early proposal for Operation Actium to Director Harold Monarch. By utilising the new X-181 CounterStrike (an experimental supersonic troop transport aircraft under development by the NAPP) and Reaper High-Altitude Combat Suits (at the time being tested at Site-12), Commander Courtier theorised that a small MTF could access the interior of SCP-7193 before any instances had a chance to respond. Despite reluctance from Director Monarch, who believed this proposal to be testing the limits of practicality, Mobile Task Force Tau-70 ("Going Head First") was formed within two months, consisting of five operatives, under the oversight of Commander Courtier. The task force trained for an entire year with the high-altitude combat suits, including the practice of air-to-air boarding operations and insertion from the CounterStrike. Their final test was a joint training operation to board a GOC cargo aircraft that was concealed within a cloud of similar dimensions to SCP-7193. Tau-70 passed with distinction, and Operation Actium was ready to be executed upon the next emergence of SCP-7193. Video Log: Operation Actium/01/Tau-70/Stuart Date: 19/07/2025 Location: Cabin of X-181 CounterStrike (codename: Watcher), North Atlantic Ocean. Depicted: Agent Stuart (Task Force Second-In-Command), Agent Jones (Task Force Medic), Agent March (Task Force Pilot), Agent Bourne, Agent Dyer, Commander Courtier (Task Force Commander, based at Mobile Site-101 HQ) <BEGIN LOG> The cabin of Watcher is viewed through Agent Stuart's helmet camera. Visible are the other members of Tau-70, strapped into seats with crash webbing. Commander Courtier: (relayed from HQ) We’re picking up the first appearance of Ones and Twos. Stand by to dive. One minute passes. As the majority of the SCP-7193-1 and -2 formation emerges from SCP-7193, Aerial Task Force Nu-44 engages in a flyby of the anomaly, attracting 60 percent of -2 instances in pursuit. Courtier: Dive. The view outside Watcher’s windshield changes as Agent March sends the craft into a sharp nosedive. SCP-7193 is now visible below, as is the SCP-7193-1 and -2 formation, both of which are extremely small from Tau-70’s current altitude. It takes twenty seconds for the distance to close. Only audible sound from the task force members is heavy breathing. Courtier: Clear skies, Tau-70. Now for the moment of truth. Good luck. At this point, Watcher enters SCP-7193. Datalink to Stuart’s camera feed is instantaneously lost, along with all readouts from Watcher and other members of Tau-70. Courtier: HQ to Tau-70? What’s happened? We’ve lost your signal. Are you reading me? Hello? Anybody there? <END LOG> All contact with Tau-70 was lost upon entry to the anomaly, and the team was listed as missing in action after two weeks. For approximately five further months, there was no new information on the status of Tau-70, until the next occurrence of SCP-7193. While monitoring the anomaly's location, radar picked up a small contact emerging from within SCP-7193. Shortly after landing in the ocean, it began emitting a signal identical to the tracking beacon utilised by Tau-70’s CounterStrike. The item was retrieved and brought to Mobile Site-101. Addendum-03: Operation Actium - Exploration Examination of the contact that was broadcasting Watcher’s tracking beacon revealed it to be the main cargo compartment from a Reaper High-Altitude Combat Suit, specifically that of Agent Stuart. The compartment was sealed against the water, but proved easy to open. The interior contained the following: Tracking beacon from Watcher, 20% battery charge remaining2. The recording of Agent Stuart's logs from the exploration. Video Log: Operation Actium/02/Exploration of SCP-7193/Tau-70/Stuart Date: Exact date unknown — Total Log Elapse Time (DD/HH/MM/SS): 00:01:09:11 Location: SCP-7193 interior, exact location unknown. Depicted: Agent Stuart, Agent Jones, Agent March, Agent Bourne, Agent Dyer, SCP-7193-3 <BEGIN LOG> Upon loss of contact with HQ, Agents Stuart and Bourne attempt to re-establish communications unsuccessfully for six minutes. Agent March: Nothing? Stuart: Nothing. No word from HQ or on any emergency radio channels. We're completely cut off from the outside world. Agent Dyer: (muttered) Use radios, they said. Nothing to worry about, they said. They'll totally work, they said. Stuart: Cut that out, Dyer. Dyer: Jen, this op is turning out to be a worst nightmare scenario. We have no recon, no backup, no evac, and no overwatch. By all accounts, this should be a suicide mission. Stuart: First of all, we are the recon. Also, so long as we’re out of contact with HQ, I’m in charge of the mission, as the second in command. As for the rest, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Understood? Dyer: Alright, alright. Whatever. I mean, sorry ma'am, won't happen again. Stuart: It had better not. Ten minutes of silence amongst the task force follows. Only notable sound is the engines of Watcher. March: I think I see something, ma'am. Dead ahead of us. Stuart moves to check over March’s shoulder. From this perspective, looking through the cockpit windows towards the front, Watcher is completely surrounded by a red fog in all directions. An unknown light source somewhere within SCP-7193 is providing a reasonable measure of illumination. Directly ahead of Watcher is a massive silhouette, stretching vertically in both directions as far as Stuart's camera can capture. The approximate shape of the silhouette is cylindrical, with several large spokes jutting horizontally off the main body. March: Should we, um, go around? Stuart: No… I think this is exactly what we’re looking for. Try to land us on one of those spokes. March slows the airspeed of Watcher as the silhouette approaches. One of the spokes, a large metal platform, begins to emerge from the cloud further forward and just below the aircraft, wider than Watcher's wingspan and longer than can be visibly caught by Stuart's camera. The landing proceeds without issue. Before Watcher slows to a complete stop, the metal wall of the structure emerges from the cloud just ahead, with a large doorway sliding open. Stuart: Alright. As soon as we've stopped, we're getting out. Everyone to the rear. Tau-70 gathers at the rear exit of their aircraft. After Watcher's engines slow, and finally stop, March joins the rest of the task force. March: I checked the surrounds when I brought her to a stop. Couldn’t see anyone. Stuart: Alright. Crack the door open and let’s take a look. The rear door of Watcher opens, angling down and forming a ramp to the metal-plated floor of the facility. The operatives cautiously advance out, weapons ready for hostile activity, scanning the area. The location appears to be a large aircraft hangar, at least a quarter of a kilometer from the entrance in the outer wall to the inner wall. About 750 meters to both the left and the right, the hanger curves slightly inwards, disappearing around a wide corner. Between twenty and thirty instances of SCP-7193-1 and -2 are visible, parked across the area, some of which have suffered physical damage. Jones: If you don't mind me saying, ma'am, but this place looks very… human. I mean, built by humans. Of human origin. Stuart: Yes, I know what you mean, Jones. For now, that door looks very promising. I don't like this open area. There’s barely any cover. Let's move. It takes Tau-70 approximately five minutes to reach the indicated door, which is on the 'inner' wall of the hanger. The corridor beyond the doorway is reminiscent of shipboard corridor, not quite wide enough to admit two people. It immediately splits into three pathways, which the operatives sweep simultaneously, until Stuart directs them down the central pathway, leading deeper into the facility. After thirty paces, the task force encounters the first door. It is constructed of wood and starkly contrasts with the metal walls. Stuart: Breach. Bourne covers the rear. Jones moves forward to cover the corridor ahead. March and Dyer manoeuvre into position on the left and right of the door, weapons pointed. March reaches and turns the doorknob, before pushing it open and drawing back. In contrast to the rest of the facility, the area beyond the door is completely lacking in illumination. Stuart activates her Reaper Suit's built-in night vision function as she, March, and Dyer step inside. A row of double bunks lead along each side wall, close enough together that March's shoulders brush the metal frames. Dyer: Cosy. March: And this means that somebody lived in this place at some time. Stuart: The million-dollar question is: when? Dyer: Got something, ma'am. Dyer lifts up a brittle, faded piece of paper from the gap between two of the bunks. It displays a crude, hand-drawn representation of a bald man with an elongated nose, peering over a wall towards the viewer. Accompanying text reads "Kilroy was here". Stuart: Huh. What do you make of it? March: I think I know, ma'am. 'Kilroy was here' was a Second World War era graffiti meme. American troops drew and carved it everywhere. Nobody knows where it came from, exactly. Dyer: (putting the page back on the bunk while muttering) Meme, eh? Damn well hope it ain't a memetic skip. Stuart: Bag that picture, Dyer. We're taking it with us. Dyer grumbles under his breath but complies with orders. With nothing further of interest located within the room, Stuart orders the task force to continue. In the interest of locating a central hub, Stuart decides against further searching of rooms, unless they appear significant. Jones: I see something lying against the wall ahead, ma'am. It looks like a person. Stuart: Let's see. Forward. Tau-70 advances until they surround the figure lying against the wall. Stuart crouches to get a better look. The figure is dead, with the body heavily decomposed and desiccated, leaving the skeleton largely visible. It is wearing a ruined and decayed desert-camouflage uniform, with a PASGT flak vest and helmet. A M16 rifle, surrounded by bullet casings, is clutched in the body's hand. Dyer: Poor fellow. Looks like he got screwed hard. March: What do you think got him? Stuart: Don't know. What doesn’t make sense to me is this uniform and equipment. It all looks very modern. They definitely didn't have this stuff during the Second World— Jesus! Stuart jumps backwards. The end of a thick cord is animatedly sliding out from behind the flak vest near the body's neck. The members of Tau-70 train their rifles towards the cord. Its end sways from side to side in the air, appearing similar to a snake ready to strike, before moving back underneath the flak vest through the armhole gap, leaving a length of the cord wrapped across the corpse's chest. Dyer: What the hell was that? March: I don't know, but I think we should move on before it decides to do to us whatever it did to that soldier. Stuart: One moment. She leans forward and takes hold of the corpse's shoulder. March: Wait— Stuart twists the corpse to the side, revealing the other end of the cord emerging from near the tailbone. It trails into a metal grating mounted on the wall. Dyer: (as Stuart puts the corpse back into its original position) Living cords in the vents. What's up next, I wonder? Exploration continues. After a further half an hour of travel, the task force reaches a door at the end of the corridor, with a brass plaque of which reads "Central Elevator". Stuart: (after Jones reads the name of the room aloud) Sounds like a good place to work from. Bourne: Maybe they'll even have a map in there. Tau-70 opens the door and enters the Central Elevator room. It is shaped like a squat cylinder, a quarter of a kilometer across and two stories high. Multiple doors provide access at the ground floor, totalling to twenty. More are visible on the next level, with gantry platforms running around and stairs leading down to the floor. In the centre of the room is a series of four vertical frames arranged around the corners of a quadruped hole in the ground. The frames reach to the roof where an identical hole is also visible. Tau-70 moves to take up positions on the closest side of what is presumably the elevator system. There is a single button on a raised metal plinth near the left side of the elevator system, with another brass plate: "Call Elevator". Stuart presses the button. After a minute, the elevator ascends to the current level Tau-70 is on, despite there being no observable method of propulsion beyond the guide of the four frames. The task force checks the interior for hostiles, before boarding. Once the last operative is inside, the doors shut and the elevator begins to ascend further, seemingly without prompting by the operatives. Attempts to manually stop the elevator at other levels proves unsuccessful, and its interior is resistant to melee weapons mounted on the Reaper Suit. The elevator passes thirty levels, corresponding to approximately sixty stories, before it begins to slow down and finally stops at the thirty-fourth level. Here, the elevator seems incapable of proceeding higher, even though more levels are visible above in the shaft. There are no gantries on this level, and only a single doorway, directly in front of the elevator entrance and marked with a plaque that reads: “Strategic Command and Control Centre”. The task force opens it up. March: Oh my god. Beyond is a single, massive room, with no windows, a large table in the centre, and dozens of work cubicles and dark computers along the walls. Positioned on the table, and reaching almost to the ceiling, is a semi-transparent tube, filled with a swirling blue liquid and shadows. A computer terminal is attached to the front of the tube near its bottom. Multiple cords, identical to the one discovered earlier, are filling the room, connecting the top of the tube with several additional corpses sprawled across the area, each in a similar state of decomposition and wearing military desert camouflage uniforms. More cords lead into ventilation grating on the ceiling and walls. Tau-70 enters the room cautiously and approaches the table, avoiding physical contact with the cords. Bourne: What in the world is this? Stuart peers at the computer screen. A cursor is visible blinking on the screen. She types in the word 'Hello'. Upon pressing the 'Enter' key, the word disappears. After approximately ten seconds, blue text appears, reading 'who there?'. With contact established, Stuart conducts the following makeshift interview with what was later designated SCP-7193-3. <BEGIN INTERVIEW> SCP-7193-3 (S3): who there? Agent Stuart (AS): I want to talk S3: who are you? AS: who are you? S3: asked first. want name. AS: Jennifer S3: nice name. mine peter AS: Hello Peter. Where are you? S3: not sure. here? place AS: Can you see anything? What does it look like? S3: cant see. only talk AS: Do you remember anything before when you got here? S3: fire. smoke. ash. rubble AS: You were in an accident? S3: don't know. it hurt. cant feel now. cant cry now. only talk AS: Is there anyone else there with you? S3: no. hear nothing. see nothing. except for sometimes AS: Sometimes? S3: sometimes can see planes. clouds. sometimes can see fire and smoke. can hear booms and cracks. must be dreams AS: What kind of planes? S3: don't know. sometimes saw same planes back home. mother said planes bad AS: Has anyone else spoken to you since you got here? S3: not to me. strange dreams. saw men. men with guns. men do stuff. write words on screens. heard same words in head like right now. was strange AS: What happened to these men? S3: not in dreams now. not write now. went away? AS: Did the men type anything that made sense? S3: sometimes big words. wrote other words under big words. Gomorrah. Thunderclap. Rolling Thunder. Linebacker. Desert Storm. that was last. then men went away AS: What happened after they wrote each big word? S3: had dream of fire and planes. still have dreams but no big words now <END INTERVIEW> The interview is halted here, due to interjection from Bourne, and was not resumed. Bourne: Ma'am!! Your leg!! Stuart looks down and spots one of the animate cords intertwined loosely around her right leg. She reflexively jerks away, causing the cord to instantly tighten against the kevlar armour plating. The untethered end of the cord stabs downwards, penetrating a weak spot in the Reaper Suit. Stuart emits a vocalisation indicating pain, which increases in volume as she falls off the chair and tries to remove the cord with her hands. Further shouts of surprise and pain indicate the other operatives are coming under similar attack. Bourne enters the camera view as he attempts to help Stuart. He engages his wrist-mounted heat-cutter, clearly intending to bisect the cord. Before he is able to, he freezes in place, and shudders twice. One of the animate cords, covered in viscus, emerges from inside his faceplate, shattering the acrylic surface. The shouts from other agents cease. Bourne expires completely, collapsing to the floor. Stuart continues fighting against the cord that has now emerged from within her suit, and presumably from within her body, but her efforts are decreasing in strength. The cord emerges for a second time, somewhere off-camera and clearly vital in nature, as Stuart immediately ceases movement and expires. The cord pauses in the air, its end facing directly towards the camera. It then jerks forward, presumably disabling the camera and recording devices. <END LOG> Interview Log: SCP-7193/Apex Interviewed: Michael Duncan, Brigadier General USAF (retd) Interviewer: Senior Agent Grant Burke Foreword: As part of his service in the USAF, Michael Duncan's fully declassified vitae listed him as serving at 'Apex Air Force Base' for two years, a location that appears nowhere else in USAF records. Suspecting a connection with SCP-7193, in light of new evidence uncovered by Operation Actium, Director Monarch dispatched Agent Burke to interview the retired officer. <BEGIN LOG> Burke: General, the Department of Defense is very sorry to have to bother you during your retirement, but the Space Force has a proposal for a future orbital facility, and they want me to take your statement. Duncan: Space? What the hell do I know about space stations? I watched the moon landings when I was a kid. That's the limit of my space knowledge. Burke: Sir, the reason we need your statement is because you had ties to Apex Air Force Base. Duncan remains silent. Burke: Sir? Duncan: Apex was a foul-up from start to finish. You want my advice, sergeant-major? Stay away from anything to do with Apex. Burke: I'm sorry, sir, but I really need you to tell me about Apex. Duncan: Jesus. God. Okay. I don't know the full story, but I know that Apex had its origins back in the Second World War. Some advanced tech that would help us defeat the Nazis, made by the Brits, which we "borrowed", quote-unquote, from them after the war was over. Whole thing was extremely classified, of course. I worked there as admin during Operation Desert Storm3, and the whole thing baffled me. It was like no base I'd ever seen. Planes appeared out of nowhere with crews, our mechanics repaired them, and then they were flown out again into that strange white cloud that constantly surrounded us. I remember they closed all the windows on the plane whenever I flew to and from there. There was so much cloak and dagger stuff it was impossible to breathe. I swear there was one spook for every three aircrew at that base. Duncan: Anyway, I was rotated off Apex after Iraq. About a year later, I got this official memo. "Apex Base is no longer functional. All former personnel are not to divulge information regarding Apex Base to non-cleared individuals". Pretty suspicious, right? So I pulled some rank to try and take a glimpse at the pieces of the puzzle I couldn't see. I found out that the Air Force had just lost contact with the base one day. Out of the blue, aircraft weren't showing up at the normal bases, rendezvous were missed, communications cut, the base had just vanished. About a thousand personnel with it! I don't know how they managed to cover that up. Burke: I understand. If you don't mind me asking, sir, does this picture look familiar? The picture Burke shows to Duncan is a freeze-frame from the Operation Actium exploration log, depicting the interior of the 'Strategic Command and Control Centre'. It has been doctored to remove the translucent tubular container, the cords, and the deceased military personnel. Duncan: Of course. That's Apex's command centre. We called it 'The Roost', mostly because General Rowley practically lived in there. He was a hard man. Known behind his back as 'Death from Above' and with good reason. In Iraq, he essentially dictated what the strategic bomber corps did and where they bombed. He had them bomb everything and everyone that wasn't American or Allied. Soldiers, women, children, didn't matter. We protested, of course. But he'd always point to that portrait that hung over the entrance to the command centre and say: "the first man to oversee this base knew what it took to win a total war, and so do I". Burke: Who was this first overseer? Duncan: Arthur Harris4. There was this plaque underneath his portrait that read: "A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being, nor can the dead ever be brought back to life"5. That gave me the chills every time I read it. <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7193" by Edmund Davids, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7193. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Quotation from Sun Tzu's The Art of War as noted above. Filename: File:East China Sea in twilight 20090719.jpg Author: Takeshi Kuboki License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:East_China_Sea_in_twilight_20090719.jpg Additional Notes: No alterations of any kind were made to the image. 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SCP-7194 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7194: Unanticipated devotion of those in sects Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: Dr Vikki Lost, Dr Blackbox, lambda, Colly, Dr thrakka does not match any existing user name for critting my article. JorgeMtzb Hihihi! This article's been cooking for some time, and it's my first mainlist in quite a bit. I hope you like it! Item#: 7194 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Caw caw caw caw caw Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7194 is to be contained in a climate-controlled ant terrarium at Site-19. Unless in an emergency, Dr. Alejandra Vásquez is to be the sole caretaker and communicator with the ant colony. All interactions must be recorded via CCTV surveillance cameras and must be reviewed by Site-19 personnel for analysis. Regular inspections of the terrarium are to be conducted to ensure containment integrity. Description: SCP-7194 is a colony of approximately 3000 ants belonging to the species Linepithema humile (Argentine Ant), first discovered in the residence of Dr. Alejandra Vásquez. SCP-7194 ants exhibit sapience and heightened cognitive abilities, as well as the capability to communicate verbally in English. Despite these abilities, they remain physiologically identical to regular ants of their species. It is not clear how or when this sapience developed, as the colony had been observed to exist for several months before any anomalous behavior was noted. SCP-7194 has developed a religious culture based on the worship of Dr. Alejandra Vásquez as its principal deity, often performing rituals and chants centered on her. SCP-7194 instances have been observed constructing miniature altars using small twigs, leaves, and grains of sand. These altars are adorned with offerings of various small food items. + See: SCP-7194 Containment Logs - Access Granted Containment Log-01 Date and Time: 2023-09-10T06:02Z [START LOG] SCP-7194: And so, my sisters. We are here together in this occasion, to thank the all knowing one for her gifts. For she has blessed us once again. We must unite and ask for forgiveness so our sins may cleansed and our souls saved. Alejandra! SCP-7194 instances begin chanting in unison. SCP-7194 ALEJANDRA! ALEJANDRA! ALEJANDRA! Dr. Vásquez leans towards the table Dr. Vásquez: Hello? What's going on here? The ants cease their activities and turn their attention to Dr. Alejandra Vásquez. All the ants scream in surprise. Most begin talking amongst themselves in excitement and nervousness, while some begin running around in a panic. SCP-7194 Oh my All-Knowing One, Oh my All-Knowing One. It's happening, IT'S HAPPENING. Everybody, everybody calm down. Pay attention. Everybody-I. Rest of the ants are awestruck and unable to compose themselves SCP-7194: I said, EVERYBODY, STOP. SHUSH. SHUT UP. PAY ATTENTION. Each ant promptly ceases vocalization. SCP-7194:My brethren! The All-Mighty One has heard our pleas and has blessed us with their presence. ALEJANDRA! Dr. Vásquez: What… in the world. How… Do you know my name? Wait, what am I saying? YOU CAN TALK!? SCP-7194: Alejandra! Yes! We know your name, for we have called for so long. We had faith in you and you have rewarded us for you have come! You are the great one, the bringer of sustenance! Dr. Vásquez: B-bringer of sus- sustenance? What are you talking about? Several ants step forward, carrying bread crumbs and sugar granules. SCP-7194: We venerate you, Alejandra! You provide for us, and we are in your debt! Dr. Vásquez: Is that my sandwich from yesterday? Ohhh crap… so it really wasn’t my boyfriend after all. Dr. Vásquez sits down on the chair closest to the ants Dr. Vásquez: Wait, so you’re… worshiping me? Ant begins nodding fervently SCP-7194: Yes, Alejandra! You are our deity, our protector! We are but humble creatures in your presence. Dr. Vásquez: Okay, this is certainly unexpected. Right, let’s see… you have summoned and I have heard your pleas. Now, what do you want from me? SCP-7194: We beseech you, O Great Alejandra, we request sustenance and safety for our colony. In return, we offer our devotion and service. Another ant steps forward, carrying a singular sugar granule. It raises it above its head. SCP-7194: More of this, pretty pleaaaase? Dr. Vásquez: Oh right, should’ve known. More sugar? The SCP-7194 instance begins nodding vigorously SCP-7194: Yes, Great Alejandra! For this “sugar” thing is the nectar of the gods! Dr. Vásquez: Well, I suppose I can spare some sugar for my devoted subjects. Now, be a sugar and ya'll stay, riiight there. [END LOG] Afterword: Dr. Alejandra Vásquez subsequently provided the ants with a small offering of sugar, which was met with exuberant gratitude. SCP-7194 continues to venerate her a deity, and she provides them with sugar as requested. Containment Log-02 Date and Time: 2023-09-10T06:30Z Foreword: Immediately after first encountering SCP-7194, Dr. Vásquez contacted the Foundation, informing them of the anomaly by sending the security footage, and requesting assistance with its containment. The following is the transcript of a phone conversation between Dr. Alejandoa Vásquez and Dr. Jensen Carter. [START LOG] Dr. Vásquez: Hello? Dr: Carter: Alejandra? Where are you? You’re never late. We were wondering where you were, what’s taking you so long? Something happened? What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright? Dr. Vásquez: Jeez, relax dude I’m fine. I’m still at home. A little thing popped up. Or… a couple of little things. Did I say a couple? Cuz I meant hundreds. Did I say hundreds, my bad actually I meant THOUSANDS of tiny little itty bitty– Dr: Carter: Get to the point Ale. Dr. Vásquez: There’s an anomaly at my house. Dr: Carter: Wh-what what now? An anomaly!? Dr. Vásquez: Did I say an anomaly, I meant- Dr: Carter: I am going to strangle you through the cord line with the cordline. Don’t ask me HOW, but I will. Dr. Vásquez: Listen, It’s fine. They seem perfectly harmless. Dr: Carter: They?? Who are they? Dr. Vásquez: Ants. Dr: Carter: ….Ants? Dr. Vásquez: Yeah, they’re ants! Just a bunch of them, all over the place. They’re sentient! All of them, they talked to me, they’re worshiping me as their god. That’s about it, really. Dr: Carter: ….. Dr. Vásquez: Well!? I got to the point, like you asked me to. Say something! Dr: Carter: Now, I hope this comes off the right way.. Dr. Vásquez: Yeah? Dr: Carter: Are you sure you’re feeling alright? Dr. Vásquez: Yes! I’m fine, they’re real, and I have footage. I’m sending it over as we speak. I told them to wait and don't think they’re going anywhere, but I really think you guys should come over as soon as possible just in case. Dr: Carter: Hahah. Dr. Vásquez: What? Dr: Carter: It's nothing. Dr. Vásquez: Spit it out boy. Dr: Carter: It’s just… you seem a lil antsy. Dr. Vásquez: … Dr: Carter: Oh come on! That was a good one. Dr. Vásquez: You know, you won’t be able to strangle me if I beat you to it. Dr: Carter: Oop. Dr. Carter leaves the call. Dr. Vásquez: Yeah, that’s what I thought. Run while you still can. [END LOG] Containment Log-03 Date and Time: 2023-09-10T07:05Z [START LOG] SCP-7194 instances chant in unison SCP-7194: All-Knowing One! All-Knowing One! Dr. Vásquez: Oh boy, what on earth are they doing now? SCP-7194: Alejandra! Alejandra! Dr. Vásquez sits down on the chair adjacent to the ants Dr. Vásquez: Alright, I'll bite. What is it? SCP-7194: Oh All-Knowing One, we offer a humble sacrifice in your honor. Dr. Vásquez: A sacrifice? SCP-7194: Yes, All-Knowing One. Witness our devotion. An ant comes out from a small crack in the table, carrying a Acyrthosiphon Pisum (Pea Aphid). SCP-7194: For you, O All-Knowing One. Dr. Vásquez: Oh that 's uhm. Cute. How thoughtful. Thank you. SCP-7194: It is our way, O All-Knowing One. May this offering please you. SCP-7194 instance places the aphid on a miniature altar made of sand. It then pulls out a miniature knife and proceeds to kill the aphid via impalement. The aphid tries to break free but is unsuccessful and promptly dies. The SCP-7194 instance then proudly presents the aphid's lifeless body to Alejandra. SCP-7194: The sacrifice is complete, O All-Knowing One. We have offered this life to honor your greatness. Dr. Vásquez: Oh. Oh dear. Yes, yes, it's certainly very… pleasing. I am honored by your devotion. SCP-7194: Your words bring joy to our hearts, All-Knowing One. Dr. Vásquez: Uhhh. (Dr. Vásquez clears her throat) YOU HAVE DONE WELL TO APPEASE ME MY DEVOTED FOLLOWERS. SCP-7194: O All-Knowing One, we are blessed by your presence! Dr. Vásquez: AND BECAUSE YOU HAVE , you… uh, you know, you did- you’re devoted cuz, cuz the thing th-there's no need to do that again. Like ever. Please don’t ever do that again. SCP-7194 instances briefly pause their celebration and listen attentively to Dr Vásquez Dr. Vásquez: REJOICE IN MY FAVOR FOR I AM PLEASED. The entire ant colony erupts in loud cheering SCP-7194: We shall, O All-Knowing One! Your greatness fills our hearts! Dr. Vásquez: Very well, my loyal subjects. I have to deal with some… godly matters that I must attend to, but do CONTINUE TO REVEL IN MY OTHERWORLDLY, GODLY, and dare I say quite divine, PRESENCE. NOW, DO AS I SAY AND, uhh, do a dance or something. The ants continue celebrating, but also begin to mutter amongst themselves. SCP-7194: All-Knowing One Alejandra, we require but a fraction of your knowledge in order to do as you please. Dr. Vásquez: How so? SCP-7194: What is a “dance”? Dr. Vásquez: Oh boy. Dr Vázqués turns her attention towards her living room clock. Dr. Vásquez: Yeah, I’ve got time. [END LOG] Containment Log-04 Date and Time: 2023-09-10T08:25Z [START LOG] Dr. Vásquez opens the front door to reveal Dr. Jensen Carter and several Foundation personnel carrying specialized equipment for the transport of SCP-7194. Dr. Carter: Well, well, if it isn't our resident deity. The Certified Ant Queen! All too important for the common workday I see. I guess the rest of us must bow down to your greatness. Dr. Vásquez: Oh, shush Jen. You’ve got a brain the size of an ant, we both know that had it happened to you it would’ve gone to your head just like any miniscule taste of power always has. Dr carter: What will you do about it? Will you throw me in the ant dungeon? Cuz I don’t appreciate it when you… antagonize me. Dr. Vásquez: Bold thing to say for someone in a strangling distance. Dr. Carter: Yeah, but you can’t have these if you strangle me. Dr Carter raises the transporters in a showing manner. Dr. Vásquez: Is that the transport? Dr. Carter: Yeah. It’s actually nothing fancy, just pretty standard ant stuff, they’re just glorified transparent boxes. We actually had to stop by a pet store on the way. See this red filter here covering the walls? It blocks their vision to the outside but still allows us to look in. That should help keep them calm during the transfer. They can’t see more than like a foot away anyways though. Dr. Vásquez: Well, I better go do that. Stay here, your face might scare them off. Dr. Carter Ha. Ha. Dr. Carter gives the transporters to Dr. Vásquez. Dr. Carter: We’ve got much more in our truck. By our estimates, you should try to fit at least like 50 or so per box. Dr. Vásquez: Got it, thanks. Dr. Carter: Go on, Mrs. Ant Queen, make us proud. [END LOG] Containment Log-05 Date and Time: 2023-09-10T08:31Z [START LOG] Dr. Vásquez approaches the ant colony Dr. Vásquez: Alright, little ones, it's time to pack up for a new adventure. SCP-7194: Oh, All-Knowing One, you grace us with your presence once more! Dr. Vásquez: Yes, yes, I’m super awesome, but let's not get too carried away. I have some exciting news for you all. We're going on a journey to a new world! SCP-7194 instances burst with excitement Dr. Vásquez: That's right. We- I am going to provide you with a new home, a bigger world where you can continue to thrive and ascend to greater heights. SCP-7194: Your benevolence knows no bounds, All-Knowing One Alejandra. Dr. Vásquez: Indeed, it doesn't. But to enter this new realm, you must cooperate. You see, I have prepared special vessels for your journey. Dr. Vásquez gestures to the transporters. SCP-7194: Vessels, All-Knowing One? Dr. Vásquez: Yes, these are your chariots of the gods… of ,uhm, me. They're my chariots designed to ensure your safety as you venture into the unknown. There's room for each of you inside. You must enter willingly, for it is a necessary step in your ascension. So you know, bring all your friends, we’ve got all the time in the world, not a single one can be left behind. SCP-7194: We trust in your guidance, Oh All-Knowing One. SCP-7194 gather around the transporter, chanting. SCP-7194: Chariot! Chariot! Dr. Vásquez begings giggling to herself. Dr. Vásquez: Yes, yes, the chariot. Now, each of you, let us begin our journey! The ants start entering the first transporter. Dr. Vásquez: Excellent. While the ants are entering the transporter, one of them steps out of the line SCP-7194: Attention! Attention everybody as we embark on this new journey, let us reflect on the countless blessings bestowed upon us by the All-Knowing One. We were but humble ants, toiling in the shadows, until the day her radiant presence graced our lives. The All-Knowing One, in her boundless wisdom and benevolence, chose us to bask in her divine light. Together, we have witnessed miracles and experienced the warmth of her guidance. SCP-7194: All-Knowing One! All-Knowing One! SCP-7194: And now, as we venture into the unknown, we do so with hearts filled with gratitude. We are eternally thankful for the gifts she has given us, and the protection she has provided. Our faith in the All-Knowing One remains unshaken. She leads us into a world where new challenges await, but we shall face them with unwavering devotion and resilience. For it is in her name that we endure, and it is through her guidance that we shall ascend to greater heights. Dr. Vásquez: Aww, that’s so sweet. Do get back in line and into the box though- err, Chariot. Date and Time: 2023-09-10T10:21Z Dr. Carter: Phew, Is that all of them? Dr. Vásquez: It looks like it. Help me load these into the truck will ya. Dr. Carter: Sure. Dr Carter grabs one of the boxes and looks closely at the ants inside. Dr. Carter: Uhm, Ale. Dr. Vásquez: Yes, Jen? Dr. Carter: Am I going crazy or are those ants doing The Macarena? Dr. Vásquez: Uhm…. Definitely the former. Dr. Carter starts smiling. Dr. Vásquez: That face, I know that face. Don’t you dare, don’t you even think about it. Dr Carter: You and your antics. Dr. Vásquez: I hate you. Dr Carter: Hate you too, bud. [END LOG] - Access Granted More From This Author More From This Author JorgeMtzb's Works SCPs SCP-8022 (+78) • SCP-7192 (+11) • SCP-719M4-J (+216) • SCP-7911 (+32) • SCP-7121 (+109) • SCP-500-J (+150) • SCP-7229 (+62) • SCP-5031-J (+22) • SCP-7424 (+9) • SCP-8045 (+200) • Tales/GoI Formats Other JorgeMtzb's Author Page (+22) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7194" by JorgeMtzb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7194. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7195 | esoteric-class | Thorley meows. SCP-7195 meows. Prismal More by Prismal Item#: 7195 Level1 Containment Class: N/A Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head Alex Thorley, N/A Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head Alex Thorley, N/A Assigned MTF N/A SCP-7195 Special Containment Procedures: Note to self: Pick up cat food at store. Description: SCP-7195 is Kitty, a domestic cat of undetermined breed that occasionally visits Alex Thorley's office. It is unknown how Kitty is able to locate, and travel to, the physical location of the office, or where he goes when he's not there. Addendum 7195.1: First Contact, Site-120 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley enters their office. SCP-7195 is already present. Thorley stares at SCP-7195. SCP-7195 stares at Thorley. Thorley meows. SCP-7195 meows. Thorley turns towards the corridor. Thorley: Whose cat is this? There is no response. SCP-7195 exits from view. Thorley notices the lack of a cat. Thorley: Huh. «END LOG» Notes: Further research at Site-120 was unable to determine the identity of the cat, or of the cat's theoretical owner. Addendum 7195.2: Second Encounter, Site-15 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley stares vacantly at their work computer. [15 minutes of vacant staring redacted] SCP-7195 enters from out of frame. Thorley does not appear to notice. SCP-7195 rubs against Thorley's legs, purring. Thorley: How'd you get in here? SCP-7195 purrs, meows, then continues purring. Thorley recognizes the cat. Thorley: Kitty cat? SCP-7195 ceases purring, meows, then jumps into Thorley's vacant lap. Thorley: Oh! Ok. SCP-7195 resumes purring. Thorley gingerly pets the cat, and returns to work. «END LOG» Notes: SCP-7195 remained on Alex Thorley until they stood up, at which point SCP-7195 exited from view and vanished. Addendum 7195.3: Third Encounter, Site-58 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley is about to eat a microwaved salami and cheese sandwich. The ingredients used to make the sandwich have not yet been put away. As they are about to take a bite, a meow is heard. Thorley: Hey kitty. SCP-7195 sits on the floor near Thorley, looks up expectantly, and meows. Thorley: What? SCP-7195 meows an extended meow which dips into a lower pitch before returning to normal. Thorley: Food? I don't have cat food… Salami? Thorley rips a tiny piece of salami from the salami package, and feeds it to SCP-7195. SCP-7195 eats the salami. Thorley picks their sandwich back up, readying to bite it. SCP-7195 meows in the same manner as previously. Thorley sets down the sandwich. Thorley: I'm sorry. Thorley stands up. Thorley: I'll go get some. Be right back. Thorley exits the office, glancing back at SCP-7195 as they do. Once Thorley has exited, SCP-7195 jumps onto their desk. SCP-7195 sniffs their sandwich, then the component ingredients. SCP-7195 begins chewing on a bag of bagels. SCP-7195 breaches the bagel sack, taking a single bite of every bagel, then exits from view. Thorley returns with a bag of cat food. Thorley notices the lack of a cat. Thorley: Kitty? Thorley fails to find SCP-7195, but notices the bitemarks on their bagel, consistent with a feline of SCP-7195's size. Thorley throws away the damaged bagels. «END LOG» Notes: Following this encounter Liaison Thorley purchased cat food, a food bowl, a water bowl, a litter box, cat litter, and cat toys in anticipation of the next encounter. Liaison Thorley also received pet care tips from the Department of Zoological Studies Vice Chair Dr. Faran Caraway and was able to subsequently determine that SCP-7195 was male and had been neutered. Following the previous log SCP-7195 began to visit Alex Thorley's office more frequently, and for longer durations, often eating, playing, or keeping Liaison Thorley company. [7 logs redacted for brevity] Addendum 7195.4: Eighteenth Encounter, Site-87 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley is emptying a box. SCP-7195 is grooming himself nearby. Thorley has emptied the box. SCP-7195 investigates the empty box, walking inside. Thorley playfully shuts the box. Meowing is heard. Thorley opens the box. SCP-7195 is no longer visible. Thorley is visibly confused. «END LOG» Notes: Liaison Thorley has been unable to usher SCP-7195 into a cat carrier for veterinary check-ups or anomaly testing, as SCP-7195 will become impossible to locate. However, visitors have observed no difference between SCP-7195 and a healthy baseline cat. Thorley has similarly been unable to equip SCP-7195 with a collar or tracking chip, though SCP-7195 has allowed the administration and application of medical care by Thorley when needed. [5 logs redacted for brevity] Addendum 7195.5: Twenty-third Encounter, Site-18 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley is asleep in their quarters. The sound of glass breaking is heard. The sound wakes Thorley. Thorley: "Kitty?!" Thorley investigates and finds the freestanding mirror fell over and shattered. Thorley requisitions a broom and sweeps up the mess. «END LOG» Notes: SCP-7195 appeared the following day unharmed. He remains the primary suspect. [4 logs redacted for brevity] Addendum 7195.6: Twenty-eighth Encounter, Site-43 TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-7195 is perched on their cat tower, staring at Thorley. Thorley notices and stares at SCP-7195. SCP-7195 blinks slowly at Thorley. Thorley blinks slowly at SCP-7195. «END LOG» Note: The above has occurred on several occasions. [7 logs redacted for brevity] Addendum 7195.7: Thirty-sixth Encounter, TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-7195 is seated on the ground, tail swishing, gaze held upwards, eyes moving as if tracking prey. He meows. Thorley: What is it, Kitty? SCP-7195 meows. Thorley: There's nothing there. SCP-7195 crouches, wiggles his butt, and leaps two feet upwards. Thorley: Wow, big jump! Thorley approaches and pets SCP-7195. SCP-7195 purrs and rubs his face against Thorley's hand. «END LOG» Note to Self: Kitty has some small bites on him, I should get him some flea medicine next time I'm at the store. Addendum 7195.8: On 05/27 SCP-7195 was witnessed wearing a cat collar. The collar's pet tag heavily resembled a Foundation Star for Bravery in Combat, listed SCP-7195's name as "Agent Kitty H. Cat", and displayed a valid, though non-existent, Level 2 Foundation authentication ID. 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SCP-7196 | keter | SCP-7196 - The Paradox Submission in RemixCon2023, based off of SCP-196 You're like a- Time traveler You like to- go backwards. You're like a- Time traveler Running from- The future ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 7196 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: maksur Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-17 Director T. Graham Sr. Researcher A. Adams Psi-76 ("Time's Arrow") SCP-196, circa 2004 Special Containment Procedures:.Maksur: Item is separated into several anomalous parts, which must be kept separate. To prevent informational contamination from potentially changing a pre-determined course of events, no action can be taken in regards to SCP-7196. All precautions regarding temporal anomalies still apply. Update:.SCP-7196, in light of recent developments, has been reclassified from SAFE to KETER. SCP-7196 must be resolved to prevent a Class-IV temporal paradox. Both SCP-7196-A and SCP-7196-B must occur without incident, with SCP-196 terminating during SCP-7196-B. Any actions, within reason that lead to the fulfillment of SCP-7196-A, SCP-7196-B, and the resolving of SCP-7196 are authorized by the O5 Council. Failure to do so will result in disciplinary action and a potential ZK-Class ("End of Time") Scenario..While the effects of a time paradox are unknown in practice, working models theorize that a ZK-Class Scenario would operate as the most likely outcome. Description: SCP-7196 is the temporal paradox surrounding SCP-196. SCP-7196 is separated into two events, SCP-7196-A and SCP-7196-B. SCP-7196-A is the event that displaces the pre-existing version of SCP-196, designated SCP-196-A, to 06:29:22, April 26th, 2002 in April of 2016. SCP-196-A was reportedly recruited through standard D-Class recruitment programs and was displaced by an unknown anomaly..Information about SCP-7196-A was reported by SCP-196 shortly after his displacement. As such, additional information is vague and unclear. Due to continuous intervention by the Ethics Committee over the last two decades, the D-Class program has dropped to minimal activity, bottlenecking the chances of SCP-196-A's admission into the program. SCP-7196-B is the event that results in the termination of SCP-196. SCP-196 appeared in Site-17 on November 7th, 1968, where he was killed by SCP security personnel during a break-in. At the time of his death, SCP-196 was much older, with gray hair, and was carrying an unknown anomaly and several purely mundane weapons. Said anomaly, currently designated SCP-7196-1, has not yet been discovered as of December 2015 and is stored in Locker #196 in Sub-Level 1's Safe Wing within Site-17. SCP-7196-1 is a spherical, hand-held temporal displacement device, capable of shifting the user to a chosen point in time while maintaining their physical position relative to the Earth. The input apparatus consists of a small numpad, where a date can be inserted,.YYYY/MM/DD along with an optional selection for the time of day..H:M:S, 24-hour clock When a destination time is inserted, it will display on a horizontal screen above the input, and a button, located underneath the input will displace the user and other connected persons to the desired time. The methods of displacement utilized by SCP-7196-1 are poorly understood. Addendum 7196.1: Potential Disruption The following notice was sent to Site-17 with no traceable point of origin on March 11, 2016. Personnel are to be reminded that the "Temporal Anomalies Department" is not a recognized Foundation division, and all messages from them do not carry any authority. It should be noted that a security breach had occurred three months prior, where an unregistered Foundation ID accessed a list of temporal anomalies, including SCP-196 and SCP-7196. To the containment team of SCP-196 and SCP-7196, Regarding the upcoming SCP-7196-A event, it has become clear that the prerequisites have not been met to fulfill SCP-7196. We are sure that this has come to your attention, however, we ask that the following actions be taken. SCP-196 is to be left within his containment cell unattended between the times of 12:00 and 14:00 every day, from March 16th to March 26th. No cameras are to be active during this time to avoid any additional informational paradoxes. In the event of his disappearance, no information can be recorded or logged about it until the end of the ten days. No temporal anchors are to be used at Site-17 or near SCP-196 during the aforementioned ten-day period. No investigation, Foundation or otherwise, surrounding suspicious activity on June 20th, 2016 may take place. Any reports regarding potential incidents must be ignored until the following day. If this delay is not feasible, investigations can only occur at 0900 hours at the earliest. Fulfillment of these requests will resolve SCP-7196. There is no reason to involve yourselves in SCP-7196's containment further. We have the situation under control. Do not deviate from the above requirements. Thank you for your time, -The Temporal Anomalies Department After receiving this message, it was discovered that the crime ring responsible for kidnapping SCP-196-1 was apprehended via an anonymous tip several months earlier, ensuring that SCP-7196-A would not occur without Foundation intervention. Due to the temporal manipulation needed to disturb SCP-7196-A, GOI-75722, a temporal terrorist organization, is believed to be responsible for the complication of SCP-7196. Shortly after this discovery, SCP-7196 was raised to a Class-I Priority ("Immediate Attention"). Addendum 7196.2: Mission Briefing In light of the events outlined in Addendum 7196.1, MTF Psi-76 ("Time's Arrow") was paired up with Sr. Researcher Alex Adams, the head researcher of SCP-7196, and Dr. Nancy Bennett, a representative from the Foundation's official temporal department, the Department of Chronology, to ensure SCP-7196-A. MISSION BREIFING Date: March 14th, 2016, 13:00 Location: Site-17, Conference Room 2 Personnel Present: Sr. Rsrch Adams, Dr. Bennett, Agent Martinez (Ψ-1) «BEGIN LOG» Bennett: Everyone is caught up on the SCP-7196 file, right? We're running on borrowed time here. Adams: Really? It's time travel, we have all the time in the world, so we can take our time. Bennett: No, it can't- (Bennett sighs. She pulls out a piece of notebook paper covered in notes regarding SCP-7196 and lays it flat on the table. Both Martinez and Adams stare at the paper in bewilderment.) Bennett: (rambling) There are a number of inconsistencies in 7196 that need to be addressed. I've developed plans for initiating -A, -B will be relatively easy to handle, provided we're vigilant, the -1 loop needs to be closed, so we'll jump forward and collect it from ourselves. I have a few questions about 196 answered, so if you- Martinez: Slow down! What is this?! Adams: Yeah, a week ago the containment procedures said we had to do nothing at all. You guys sent the memo, what's the problem? Bennett: No, you can't- (Bennett massages the bridge of her nose and paces around the room, visibly frustrated. She returns to the head of the table and places her palms down, staring between Adams and Martinez.) Bennett: (condescendingly) Listen. We are the Department of Chronology, not the "Temporal Department". The Bees.Foundation nickname for GOI-75722 ("B") sent that in to taunt us while they mess around with who knows what. The fact that they're involved means they're going to try to do something bad. We are here to ensure everything runs smoothly and efficiently. Have I made myself clear? (Adams uncomfortably shifts in his seat while Martinez avoids eye contact with Bennett, her eyes darting between the carpeted floor and the door.) Bennett: So, how did one-ninety-six get into the D-Class program? Adams: From what I gathered, human trafficking. He was drugged and kidnapped, probably to sell his organs on the black market. He was in the back of a truck when Foundation operatives intercepted and took them all in. He was sent to Site-19 afterward. Bennett: Any other details, like when he was drugged, for how long, what he did in Site-19, anything? Adams: Not anything I remember. Bennett: Good. Martinez: Site-19 doesn't use the D-Class program. They've got drones or clones for any of that. Bennett: Site-19 doesn't have to. SCP-196-A is the only person we have to fool. As long as he believes all of that happens, it might as well have. Martinez: Wouldn't that just cause another paradox? Bennett: No, it- (shakes head) I'm done, I'm not explaining this anymore. (snaps fingers towards Adams) What's 196's name, where are we doing this? Adams: Uh, it's- (flips through papers) Yohannes Tesfay, Seattle, WA. Bennett: Okay, the plan is simple. We fake a crime ring to kidnap this guy and get him acquired by Site-19. From there, we fake the testing of an anomaly to send the younger 196 back. That's the -A event. Then, we take our current one-ninety-six, give him -1, and send him back to -B. Then, we all get to go home. Any questions? (Martinez raises her hand.) Bennett: (flat) What? Martinez: We can't use the current SCP-7196-1 because that's the one we got from SCP-7196-B. So we need to find the original and give that one to one-ninety-six. Bennett: I already said that we're going to the future to pick it up. Were you not listening? Adams: What, how? Bennett: We'll just go to the future and I'll ask to borrow it. And before you say anything, I don't know how the Future Foundation got it in the first place either, so it's not an informational paradox..informational paradox: A paradox where information or objects, etc. are transported from the future to the past, providing no point of origin for the object or information in question. ex. Telling a mathematician in the past a mathematical proof that they wrote, leading to them writing it down, removing any point of origin for the proof itself. Martinez: We still don't know what that is. Bennett: And that's why I'm here. So (points to Martinez) round up your MTF and get ready. I hope y'all were in theatre because I'm not giving acting classes. Adams: So we're just kidnapping him? Bennett: We're faking a kidnapping. There's a difference. «END LOG» Following the mission briefing, the SCP-7196 containment team was relocated to Site-32 in Seattle, WA for Operation: Paradoxical Fallacy. Personnel at Site-17 were instructed to place SCP-196 under strict containment guidelines by Dr. Bennett to avoid any potential breaches. Addendum 7196.3: Incident Logs The following files have been added to provide a timeline of SCP-7196's development, currently under review by the Department of Chronology. CONTAINMENT UPDATE Date: March 14th, 2016 Location: Site-17, SCP-196's containment cell [13:26]: SCP-196 lies on his bed for thirty minutes. His face is buried into his pillow, obscuring it from the camera. . . . . . . . . . . . . [14:02]: SCP-196 gets up and picks up a book from the bedside shelf. He flips to the first page. The book is heavily worn after constant use. SCP-196 is visibly bored and uninterested. He reads the book anyway. . . . . . . . . . . . . [14:57]: SCP-196 flips back to the beginning of the book and reads it again. VIDEO LOG Date: March 14th, 2016, 20:50 Location: Site-32, Downtown Seattle, WA Personnel Present: Sr. Researcher Adams, and Agent Martinez (Ψ-1) «BEGIN LOG» Adams: I feel really bad about this. (Adams and Martinez are seated in a white, windowless van outside a local gas station. Three other members of MTF Psi-76 are stationed in the backseat, waiting for SCP-196-A, aged 40, to complete his shift.) Martinez: It'll be fine. Site-32 took care of law enforcement, so as long as we move quickly, we'll get to the rendezvous point fine. Don't think about it. Adams: No, I mean, morally. This man is at his lowest point and we're about to drive him deeper. (Pause.) Adams: I wish we didn't have to do it. (Martinez glances at Adams and continues looking out the window.) Martinez: Don't think about it. Adams: I mean, couldn't we have asked Dr. Bennett if there was some other way? Martinez: Nancy already has this shit figured out. If this is the way things have to go, then it is what it is. Adams: But you’re just an agent, you kinda just do whatever Command tells you. (Martinez swivels her head to glare at Adams.) Martinez: No, you don’t get to say that. You just sit in your office and never have to think about what you tell us to do, so I’ll be the first to tell you. The world. Isn’t. Fair. (Pause.) Martinez: I mean, the one time you come along for the mission, and you’re already looking at the situation with your little ‘Woe is me’ eyes. This isn't text on a screen telling you what happened. We're going to violently kidnap him and throw him into the back of this van. The alternative is a ZK Scenario. No matter how shit the situation is, we have to deal with it. Adams: (timidly) Okay. Martinez: Now repeat what I say: The ends justify the means. Adams: The ends justify the means. Martinez: The ends. Justify. The means. Adams: The ends justify the means. Martinez: Good. Now shut up and don’t think about it. Adams: (murmurs) Don’t think about it. Martinez: Shut up. «END LOG» CAMERA LOG Date: October 13th, 1997, 22:37 Location: Seattle, WA Present: SCP-196, SCP-196-1 «BEGIN LOG» (A bell rings as SCP-196 enters a gas station. SCP-196-1, the younger version of SCP-196 (age 21) is working alone at the register. SCP-196 walks up to the register and stares determinedly at SCP-196-1.) SCP-196-1: Um, may I help you? SCP-196-1 SCP-196: You need to listen to me and you need to listen carefully. I am you from the future. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: Sir, are you going to buy anything? SCP-196: No, you need to listen to me. I don't know how most of this works, but I need you to drop everything and get out of here. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: W-what? (SCP-196 grabs SCP-196-1 by his shoulders.) SCP-196: I know what you're going to do. You're going to stay here and let time pass you by. You can't let that happen. Stop playing it safe. I need to live my life, and you need to go out there and do it. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: Sir, please get your hands off of me. (SCP-196 removes his hands from SCP-196-1's shoulders and steps back.) SCP-196: Okay, okay, what would it take for you to believe me? SCP-196-1: Believe what? I don't even know who you are. SCP-196: I can do that. I can do that. (SCP-196 clears his throat.) SCP-196: I- We are Yohannes Tesfay. We grew up in Eritrea and immigrated here at the age of 17 to avoid military enrollment. You've spent the last few years working jobs and going to college for engineering. You can't land a job after graduating, so you'll end up working at this gas station for years. You don't meet anyone and you don't do anything. You play it too safe. You don't have a life. Did I get any of that right? (Pause.) SCP-196-1: What are you, a fortune-teller? Is all of that going to come true? (SCP-196 points at SCP-196-1) SCP-196: Not unless you do something about it. And that starts with getting out of this town. SCP-196-1: Can't I just not do those things? SCP-196: (tense) You'll still be here and I have a life to live. I've always regretted living in the same area all my life. So I want you to do something different. SCP-196-1: Well, if you're from the future, then that means I'm safe, right? SCP-196: What? SCP-196-1: Yeah, as long as I have a future, I'll be safe. If you can go back in time, then that means anytime I make a mistake, I'll just fix it. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: (laughs) Yeah, that's a problem for future me. (SCP-196 stares perplexed at SCP-196-1.) SCP-196: But, that's what I'm doing right now. SCP-196-1: And if it worked, you wouldn't be here, would you? SCP-196: That- wait… I remember this. SCP-196-1: Deja vu? SCP-196: No, I remember this. You don't believe me. The old guy came in, all crazy, and… you don't believe me. SCP-196-1: (dismissively) Whatever helps you sleep at night. You don't even look like me. SCP-196: (frantic) No, you've got to believe me! I'm actually from the future! You're playing your life too safe! You've got to- SCP-196-1: Sir, if you don't leave, I'll call the police. (SCP-196 gets increasingly frustrated and pushes SCP-196-1 back.) SCP-196: (mumbling) Fine. I'll do it myself. (SCP-196 angrily leaves the gas station. He steals a bag of chips from the shelf before walking out the door.) (Pause.) SCP-196-1: (muttering) Poor guy, no life left to live. (SCP-196-1 sighs.) SCP-196-1: Well, I still have mine. (SCP-196-1 pulls out his wallet and places two dollars into the register. He pauses and puts another two dollars in and grabs a bag of chips for himself.) SCP-196-1: That guy owes me one. «END LOG» CAMERA LOG Date: March 14th, 2016 Location: Seattle, WA, I-90 Personnel Present: MTF Psi-76, Site-32 personnel «BEGIN LOG» [21:01:11]: SCP-196 leaves the gas station after completing his shift. He looks around and spots the van parked 10 feet away from him. He leans on the gas station's brick wall and takes out his smartphone. [21:01:24]: Ψ-2, Ψ-3, and Ψ-4 move quickly from behind the gas station and charge at SCP-196. They knock his phone out of his hand and place him in handcuffs. Ψ-2 forcibly ties a gag around his mouth while Ψ-4 blindfolds him. They throw him into the back of the van, where Jr. Researcher Marcus and Bailey .Researchers from Site-32 aiding in Operation: Paradoxical Fallacy. are also tied, handcuffed, and gagged. SCP-196 collides with Marcus and squirms on the van floor. [21:02:03]: Ψ-2, Ψ-3, and Ψ-4 climb into the front of the van. Ψ-1 begins driving towards the Foundation rendezvous point. Muffled screams are mostly heard from SCP-196 and occasionally from Site-32 personnel. [21:17]: SCP-196 manages to get his blindfold and sees Marcus and Bailey. He continues to scream louder into his gag in fear. Marcus and Bailey start screaming with SCP-196, to sell the illusion of an authentic abduction. Still from Ψ-1's body camera on I-90. [21:22]: SCP-196 stops screaming out of fatigue. He begins silently crying. Marcus and Bailey continue making muffled cries. [21:25]: Muffled cries die down. The van continues racing down I-90. [21:49]: The van goes down an exit and moves into a county road. [22:13]: The van stops in a clearing. A helicopter from Site-19 descends from the sky to intercept. [22:16]: Four members of MTF Lamda-5 exit the helicopter and open the driver door. They handcuff all members of MTF Ψ-76 and open the trunk doors. They move and remove everyone's blindfolds. λ-1: Is anyone hurt? [22:16]: SCP-196, Marcus, and Bailey nod their heads furiously. λ-1: Okay, come with us. [22:13]: λ-1, λ-2, and λ-3 grab SCP-196, Marcus, and Bailey and escort them to the helicopter, still handcuffed and gagged. All members of MTF Lambda-5 step into the helicopter and depart for Site-19. [22:15]: The helicopter is out of view. Sr. Researcher Adams, Ψ-4, Ψ-5, and Ψ-6 move out of hiding in the bushes and release Ψ-1 through 3. Adams: Is that everything? Martinez (Ψ-1): I think so. Site-19 should have everything under control now. Adams: Good. (Pause.) Adams: What now? [22:17]: Ψ-1's handheld transceiver beeps and crackles with static, connecting with Dr. Bennett. Bennett: Report back to SCP-196's residence, temporal issue located. Route forwarded to GPS. Bennett out. (Pause.) Adams: So, that's -A then? Martinez: (to others) Move out! It's an hour's ride into town! Quickly! [22:18] All members of MTF Ψ-76 pile into the van. Adams climbs into the passenger seat and it drives towards Highway I-90. «END LOG» Closing Notes: At 1100 hours the next day, Dr. Bennett received a confirmation that Site-19 successfully temporarily displaced SCP-196 through the use of a thaumaturgic anomaly under the pretense of D-Class testing. Following the completion of SCP-7196-A, Jr. Researchers Marcus and Bailey were sent back to Site-32 after pretending to be D-Class members with SCP-196. CONTAINMENT UPDATE Date: March 14th, 2016 Location: Site-17, SCP-196's containment cell «BEGIN LOG» [21:09] SCP-196 sits on the floor and eats dinner inside his containment cell while supervised by a security guard. Another guard is stationed outside the containment cell. SCP-196: Could I have something else instead of rice and beans? Maybe some steak or injera.Injera (እንጀራ) is a sour fermented pancake-like flatbread with a slightly spongy texture, popular in Eritrean and Ethiopian culture. or something? (The guard slowly cranes his neck down to meet SCP-196's eyes. He maintains a stern, cold expression as his visor blocks out his eyes.) Guard: No. No exceptions are made for anomalies. (The guard's neck returns to a level position. He continues surveying the room.) SCP-196: (grumbles) No respect for an old man. . . . . . . . . [21:22]: SCP-196 finishes his last meal and turns to move to his bed. He is stopped by the guard who grabs him by the arm. Guard: Come with us. You have been summoned for further testing. SCP-196: What? I thought we finished all of that. Guard: Come with us. [21:23]: The two guards escort SCP-196 to a holding room and seat him in a chair. Awaiting further instructions from Dr. Bennett. «END LOG» POLICE REPORT Date: November 12th, 2015 Location: Seattle, WA «BEGIN LOG» Physical Description: Old African American male with grey, balding hair, dressed in tattered clothes. Tip: The string of recent kidnappings is connected to an underground human trafficking ring. They regularly visit and loiter outside the gas station at the corner of Main and Park Ln after sunset in a white, windowless van. Aftermath: After locating the van and running their plate through the federal database, their license was found to be invalid. During a routine traffic stop, two victims were found held against their will in the back of the van. Three members were detained and questioned, revealing the existence of an underground crime ring involved in drug sales and human trafficking in urban Seattle. Further investigation and arrests are ongoing. «END LOG» CAMERA LOG Date: October 29th, 2145 Location: Site-17 «BEGIN LOG» (Bennett arrives in a flash of light, landing in an empty room. The floor, walls, and ceiling are painted white. The outline of a door is barely visible on the wall. Bennett walks up to the outline and knocks on it repeatedly.) Bennett: Hey! I don't want to be here any longer than I have to! Just hand over 7196-1! And follow procedure! (The barely visible door opens and a person wearing an all-white hazard suit walks in holding SCP-7196-1. They approach Bennett and carefully hand her the object.) Bennett: And thank you. (The person speaks, their voice filtering through the suit as a robotic tone. Bennett avoids eye contact, focusing on inputting dates into SCP-7196-1.) Researcher: DOES THIS MEAN SCP-7196 IS CONTAINED? Bennett: For you guys, yes. For me, no. Researcher: WE HAVE A MESSAGE FOR THE PAST. IN 21- (Bennett quickly covers her ears and loudly talks to drown out the researcher. She attempts to continue to input dates in SCP-7196-1 as she does this.) Bennett: (loudly) Nope, nope. Don't tell me! Follow procedure! Researcher: YOU TOLD US TO TELL THE PAST YOU THAT ONE-NINETY-SIX- Bennett: (loudly) Stop talking! Stop talking! Don't tell me! Researcher: HE'S BEEN- (Bennett quickly moves her hands back to SCP-7196-1 and presses the button. In a bright flash of light, she disappears) (Pause.) (The researcher turns back towards the door and shrugs.) Researcher: WE TRIED. (They leave the room and close the door behind them.) «END LOG» CAMERA LOG Date: June 20th, 2016, 0200 hours Location: Seattle, WA, SCP-196's legal residence «BEGIN LOG» (A bright light shines through a window and SCP-196 (older) walks into the apartment. He looks around and takes a seat on the couch. His arms lie lifeless beside him as he stares at the ceiling. Tears fall down his cheek as muffled sobs fill the room.) (After 45 minutes, another iteration of SCP-196 (designated SCP-196-1) walks into the room and gently shakes SCP-196's shoulder.) SCP-196: (opens eyes) Wha- What?! Who- SCP-196-1: Shh, it's okay. We have a plan. (SCP-196 wipes the tears from his eyes and looks at SCP-196-1.) SCP-196: What? How are you- SCP-196-1: I'm you. From two minutes in the future. I just got back from another future version of myself telling me the plan. SCP-196: What plan? SCP-196-1: The plan of trying to move into a timeline where the Foundation can't follow you. I forget what you said, something about yarn and scissors? Hold on, let me think about it. (SCP-196-1 stares off into the distance as SCP-196 rubs his hands together nervously.) SCP-196: If you… take a string and cut it every inch or so and then stack them on one another then… I think it'll… help us escape or something? I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to him. (SCP-196 ignores SCP-196-1 as he stares into the distance, lost in thought.) SCP-196-1: Wait, I just told… me that. So that means (checks watch) in a minute, you'll get up and- SCP-196: No. SCP-196-1: Yeah. and- (Pause.) SCP-196-1: I didn't say that. SCP-196: No, I don't have to get up. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: This is different. I didn't say that, you didn't say that. (Pause.) SCP-196-1: Something's wrong. SCP-196: No, no. This is great. You're here! (SCP-196 gets up and places his shoulders on SCP-196-1.) SCP-196: I just have to offer you to the Foundation and that'll kill you. Then they'll take you away and I can go out there and actually live my life. SCP-196-1: No, no, 'cause then you would just become me. If anything, you have to die and I'll keep living. SCP-196: No, I don't think I'll be you. It's been more than two minutes and I'm not you. As long as I never become you, I'll never die. (SCP-196-1 grabs SCP-196's shoulders to mirror his actions. He begins to lightly shake him back and forth.) SCP-196-1: Well, if you're not me, then I don't need you to become me to exist. You should be the one to die because I'm disconnected from you. SCP-196: No, you. SCP-196-1: No- (Another version of SCP-196 (designated SCP-196-2) walks into the room and freezes. He points to SCP-196 and SCP-196-1.) SCP-196-2: See, I fixed it. We just kill our younger self and it'll be fine. (SCP-196 and SCP-196-1 look at each other and then back at SCP-196-2.) SCP-196: Truce? SCP-196-1: Truce. Let's get this guy. (SCP-196 and SCP-196-1 move towards SCP-196-2 to restrain him.) SCP-196-2: Wait, guys, we don't have to- (Another version of SCP-196 (designated SCP-196-3 enters the room from the bedroom and points to SCP-196-2.) SCP-196-3: Get him. (Over the next several hours, more and more future versions of SCP-196 appear in the apartment. All instances fight amongst each other on who to sacrifice to the Foundation. This continues for three hours before all instances demanifest at once.) «END LOG» CAMERA LOG Date: March 14th, 2016 Location: Seattle, WA, SCP-196's legal residence Personnel Present: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Adams, Dr. Bennett, and SCP-196.See Below. «BEGIN LOG» Bennett: Ah, there you are. Come in, no one's home. Not right now anyway. (Bennett gestures Martinez into the apartment. The lights are off and a temporal anchor sits in the center of the room.) Adams: (points at anchor) What's that? Bennett: Want the long version or the short version? Adams: Long. Martinez: Short. Bennett: I heard short. So there's another version of SCP-196 running around trying to replace himself in the timeline. He's here (gestures around the room) in the future. This anchor will bring him to now and we'll just hand him this- (Bennett takes SCP-7196-1 out of her pocket.) Bennett: And we're set. Adams: Wait, how do you know that? Bennett: That's the long version. Before we do this, someone tell me when SCP-7196-B is supposed to happen. I need to set this thing up. Martinez: It's uh- (pulls out walkie-talkie) Hey guys, when's SCP-7196-B? Over. Adams: Don't we still have a 196 at Site-17? Don't we just send that one back? Bennett: (sternly) Who's the expert here? You don't need to question that, I've got it handled. Just listen to instructions. Ψ-3: (over walkie-talkie) November 7th, 1968. No hourly time specified. Bennett: Great. Just put in eight o'clock. That's when the break-in happened. (Martinez inputs the date into SCP-7196-1 and tries to hand it to Bennett.) Bennett: Oh, don't give it to me, I'm not good with the whole 'action' stuff. Just force it into SCP-196's hand when he shows up and press the button. Let go and it'll send him and only him to the date. (Martinez retracts her hand, treating SCP-7196-1 with extreme care, as not to accidentally press the button.) Bennett: Remember, no lethal force. (Bennett sneaks to the temporal anchor and switches it on. Instantly, dozens of SCP-196 instances appear in the apartment, punching and fighting each other. Once the SCP-196 instances adjusted to their surroundings, they moved faster, rushing towards the front door and knocking Adams and Martinez to the ground.) SCP-196-12: Grab 'em! SCP-196-3: Aim for the knees! (Martinez is knocked towards the ground and drops SCP-7196-1. It rolls underneath a table, out of arm's reach. At least three SCP-196 instances run over Martinez's fingers on their way out. Adams manages to close and lock the front door.) Adams: Jesus, all of you, stop moving! SCP-196-18: No! You'll kill us! SCP-196-11: Let us out! Bennett: Martinez! It doesn't matter which one you pick, just give it to one! (Martinez crawls on the floor and reaches SCP-7196-1. After getting up, she stands up and activates SCP-7196-1, forcing it into the hands of a nearby SCP-196 instance.) SCP-196-9: Wha-? (SCP-196-9 disappears. All other SCP-196 instances stop panicking and look at where SCP-196-9 last stood.) (Pause.) SCP-196-15: Is that it? Are we free to go? (Bennett gets up and deactivates the temporal anchor.) Bennett: In a minute. (Bennett speaks into a microphone on her shirt collar.) Bennett: All clear. You may proceed. CONTAINMENT UPDATE Date: March 14th, 2016 Location: Site-17, Holding Cell 4 [23:47]: A guard supervises SCP-196 in the cold, lifeless holding cell. His walkie-talkie beeps and a voice echoes around the room. Bennett: ALL CLEAR. Guard: Roger that. (The guard knocks twice on the cell door. Two knocks are returned.) SCP-196: Can I go back to my cell now? I'm getting really tired of thi- [23:48]: The guard delivers a single bullet through SCP-196's head. He falls to the floor, blood pooling around his head. The guard shoots SCP-196 a second time for confirmation. SCP-196 starts disintegrating, leaving no bodily trace. After twenty seconds, no sign of SCP-196 remains. [23:49]: SCP-196 is confirmed deceased. (The final traces of all the remaining SCP-196 instances demanifest, leaving nothing behind.) Bennett: And that's it. SCP-7196-B. Good night everybody. (Bennett starts to move towards the door but is stopped by Adams.) Adams: Wait, I want to hear the long version. Bennett: (sternly) Good night. (Bennett leaves the apartment. Martinez passes Adams to leave.) Martinez: Don't think about it. (Martinez leaves, leaving Adams alone in the apartment.) (Adams looks around the room and spots a crumpled piece of paper stuck between two seat cushions. He pulls it out and reads it.) (Adams balls up the paper and sticks it deep into the seat cushions. He leaves, locking the door behind him.) «END LOG» Addendum 7196.4: Aftermath Following the events of Addendum 7196.3, SCP-7196 is mostly contained with Timeline-7196 successfully merging with Timeline-Prime. However, the last remaining event, the pickup of SCP-7196-1, is scheduled to occur on October 29, 2145. Until that event occurs, SCP-7196 cannot be reclassified as Neutralized. + Fork point for TL-7196 + - Fork point for TL-7196 - The following log records the event that caused TL-Prime to divert into TL-7196, caused by GOI-75722. TL-7196 and TL-Prime merged back together at the neutralization of SCP-196. The log was collected by Dr. Bennett through unknown means. Date: March 14th, 2016, 13:13 Location: Site-17, SCP-196's containment room Present: SCP-196, B-1 «BEGIN LOG» (A large sound is heard as an individual, believed to be associated with GOI-75722, steps out of a temporal rift in the corner of the room. SCP-196 puts down the book he was reading and stares at B-1 in shock) B-1: Yohannes Tesfay, we're here to free you. (SCP-196 stares at them in shock and fear. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.) SCP-196: (stammering) W-what? Where did- Who- (SCP-196 runs to the containment door and rapidly bangs his fists on it in a panic.) SCP-196: Someone! Someone's in here! Open up! Open up! B-1: Don't panic. We're here to help. (SCP-196 turns around and moves his back to a wall.) B-1: The Foundation is coming to execute you. They've sealed your fate. I want to open it back up for you. (B-1 moves closer to SCP-196 and places his hands on his shoulders. He makes direct eye contact with SCP-196 as he speaks.) B-1: I've read your file, I've seen your life. It's depressing. Just another person struggling to make ends meet until they find a curse in disguise. But your case is different. You don't deserve to lose your choice, you did nothing to deserve it, not even gain some divine superpower, you did nothing! B-1: You have a choice to make here. You can sit here in this room and accept your fate, or you can do something about it. (B-1 forces a temporal displacement wristwatch into SCP-196's hands. He closes SCP-196's hands for him around the watch.) B-1: What do you say? SCP-196: I- I don't- What do you want me to do? (B-1 backs away from SCP-196 and shakes his head in disapproval.) B-1: I'm only giving you a chance. The rest is up to you. SCP-196: But how do I use this? How do I- B-1: That's completely up to you. (B-1 deactivates the temporal anchor and picks it up. He makes adjustments to his watch before looking back at SCP-196.) B-1: Think about it. (B-1 presses a button on his wrist and disappears. SCP-196's eyes dart between where B-1 last stood, the watch in his hands, and the containment cell door.) (He walks up to the door and knocks two times.) (No response. He knocks again, leaning on the door.) (No response.) (SCP-196 puts the watch on and tinkers with it. He presses a button on the watch and disappears.) «END LOG» Three hours after this log, Dr. Bennett was alerted of SCP-196's containment breach. TL-Prime was rerouted to maintain SCP-196's containment shortly after. TL-7196 is expected to merge with TL-Prime at the conclusion of SCP-7196. More From This Author More From This Author CowscantgoMoo's Works SCPs SCP-7915 (+44) • SCP-7618 (+34) • SCP-7215 (+104) • SCP-7152 (+72) • SCP-7415 (+21) • SCP-6438 (+24) • SCP-7315 (+30) • SCP-8026 (+12) • Tales/GoI Formats Insurer's Regret (+13) • Other CowscantgoMoo's Author Page (+12) • |
SCP-7197 | euclid | FluffyDog00 Check out the rest of my works here: Author Page Item #: SCP-7197 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7197 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber. The chamber is made of iron with ceramic glass windows to prevent any damage to the surrounding facility. Description: SCP-7197 is a smoldering humanoid composed entirely of rolling paper, lighter fluid, and ground-up Virginia tobacco. Since initial containment, SCP-7197's entire head, left arm, and left pectoralis major have completely incinerated. Despite this, SCP-7197 is still completely mobile, and has been observed to pace around its containment chamber. The Foundation became aware of SCP-7197's existence when it materialized in the Pearl Street Mall located in Boulder, Colorado. It said the following phrase repeatedly: I am the smoke, I am the fire, I breathe it out in search of answers. Local containment specialists were able to confiscate SCP-7197 as soon as it was reported, and witnesses were amnesticized accordingly. Addendum (10/1/2022): Before SCP-7197's mouth was completely incinerated, it vocalized the following: There is something peaceful about the release of smoke, A relief that winds in between the twisting fumes, A song written in the vapor clouds from the deepest part of one's soul. It is easy to find comfort in its release, But once the filth is relinquished from one's lungs, It reconstructs itself in the scaffolding of the chest. You will not get over it. It will never leave you. Trust me, I should know. SCP-7197's upper lip cascades into ash, and its vocalizations cease. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7197" by FluffyDog00, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7197. Licensed under CC-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-7198 | safe | Item#: 7198 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Staff level 2 and below are to be periodically reminded that all special containment procedures for SCP-7198 are done in SCP-7198's best interest. Additionally, subliminal messages procuring the idea that these procedures are in SCP-7198's best interest are to be propagated to respective staff during non-working hours. SCP-7198 is contained in a standard containment cell while not undergoing Procedure Hippocratic Oath. Procedure Hippocratic Oath must be performed on SCP-7198 twice daily for the foreseeable future in a standard surgical operating room1. If Procedure Hippocratic Oath is not performed at least once every 48 hours [DATA REDACTED] will occur. If [DATA REDACTED] occurs Procedure Hippocratic Oath must be performed as soon as possible to prevent further losses. SCP-7198 must be conscious during the procedure and cannot be administered any pain-relieving or anesthetic medication2. All protests and pleas coming from SCP-7198 are to be ignored, and staff are to continuously remind SCP-7198 that this procedure is in their best interest. All personnel assigned to SCP-7198 are to be given biweekly cognitive reassurance evaluations to maintain efficacious containment of SCP-7198. If, at any point, a member of staff believes that this procedure is no longer in SCP-7198's best interest, they are to be given Class C amnestic treatment and moved off-site. Please see your supervisor if you have any questions, or if you begin to feel as if this procedure is no longer in SCP-7198's best interest. At the start of each new business quarter, a board of site directors must convince the ethics committee that Procedure Hippocratic Oath continues to be performed in SCP-7198's best interest. As per mandate ETHOS.7198B, a unanimous vote by the ethics committee is the only way to cease Procedure Hippocratic Oath3. If a vote is not unanimous, a new vote may be cast the following quarter. Description: SCP-7198 is an 18-year-old male of western European descent and standard build. His anomalous property appears when his right hallux4 is surgically, or otherwise, removed. Upon removal, the toe will begin to age rapidly and degrade into dust. After 5 minutes a new hallux will begin to regenerate where the previous one was removed. SCP-7198 expresses discomfort and pain as this new toe grows in. Genetic testing on the dust collected has revealed inconclusive results and does not match any human DNA. If the toe is removed while the patient is under any sort of pain-relieving or anesthetic medication, the toe will show no anomalous properties and will degrade naturally. Genetic testing confirms this toe to match SCP-7198. Only when all medication wears off will SCP-7198's toe begin to regenerate. SCP-7198 reports extreme levels of discomfort and pain during this set of circumstances. The dust, collected from Procedure Hippocratic Oath, is easily encapsulated, and the resulting pill, designated as "Clarity," is approved for usage by all foundation employees. A dosage as small as 5 micrograms can provide a number of physical and mental healing effects. These effects include repairing most bruises, lacerations, and burns, and the removal of nonnative/malignant bodies that provide a detrimental effect on the host's body5. People who suffer from mental illness also report slight improvements in some of their symptoms, besides those related to PTSD6. To this date, there do not appear to be any adverse effects brought on by repeated Clarity use. In the past, SCP-7198 frequently attempted to resist attempts by staff to perform Procedure Hippocratic Oath. However, after several rounds of hypnotic therapy this behavior has regressed to only occurring 1 to 2 times per year. Although an unintended side effect, the current special containment procedures also assist in maintaining this state of mind. Discovery: SCP-7198 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when an emergency transmission was intercepted from a standard 911 call. An adult male, claiming to be the father of SCP-7198, explained that his son was in a lawn mower accident and required immediate medical assistance. SCP-7198’s right leg had been caught underneath the mower blade which proceeded to lacerate his leg and foot for several seconds before the mower was stopped. In his after-action report, Agent Forness7 noted, “the scene looked like a blood bath, but the child was physically unharmed.” Recognizing this as a potential anomaly, and the risk of death to the child deemed low, Agent Forness undertook interviewing the father on scene. See interview log 7198/1. Interview Log 7198/1: Close Interview Log 7198/1: Interviewer: Agent Forness Interviewee: Father of SCP-7198 Forward: Interview held by Agent Forness and the Father of SCP-7198 shortly after first contact. [Begin Log] Agent Forness: All right, it's going. Ahem — My name is Agent Forness, and I am conducting this interview after determining probable causes of an anomaly in the vicinity. The time is currently 1431 hours. Date 05/15/05. Can you please state your name for the record? Father: Yeah… my name is… its ummm… shit, I'm, I'm, sorry— my mind is racing right now, is my son okay? Agent Forness: Please state your name for the rec— Father: Is he dead!? Did I kill my son!? Extra dialogue cut as Agent Forness takes the next 5 minutes to calm down the Father of SCP-7198 before continuing the interview. Agent Forness: There ya go. You're doing good. Hell, look at me. Do I look worried right now? Father: Umm no, no you don't. Agent Forness: Exactly. If I don't look worried you have nothing to worry about, okay? Father: Yeah, okay. I'm sorry, I'm a total mess right now. Agent Forness: Given the circumstances I say how you are feeling right now is warranted. Anyways, to give you some piece of mind, as we speak your son is being looked over by the best doctors in the world. I trust them with my life so you can trust them too, okay? Father: You mean it? Oh, thank God. Thank you, Sir! Thank You. The Father is heard crying. Agent Forness: Ehhh yeah no problem, from what they've told me, your son is not in any danger. In fact, he's in perfect health. Not a scratch on him. Father: That is such a relief you have no idea. I thought I really hurt him back there. Agent Forness: Well sir that is why I'm here actually. Don’t you find it a little bit odd that your son is doing completely fine? He was under a moving lawn mower blade far longer than anyone should. I mean his blood is all over your counter, sir. And yet now he doesn't have a scratch on him. Father: What are you getting at? Agent Forness: Mister— I'm sorry I still haven't gotten your name for the record. Father: It's Arin, and that's my son Alex. Agent Forness: Right. Mr. Arin, your son seems to have experienced a miracle, well, we call them anomalies, but that's more of a technicality than anything. Father: I'm sorry, I don’t think I understand. Agent Forness: That’s okay Mr. Arin, I don’t expect you to. But right now, I need your help to understand your son's condition. So, if you could, can you please explain everything that happened today? Father: Okay, I can do that. Anything for my boy. Agent Forness: Perfect, let's start from the beginning. Did you notice anything unusual today? Father: No not really. It started off like any normal Saturday afternoon. The grass was starting to get long, and I already pushed it off for a week. I figured if I started now, I would be done in time to make dinner before my wife got home from work. Agent Forness: Okay, so you were mowing the lawn and then what? Father: I was just backing up at this corner to start the next row. I never even thought it was possible for someone to be behind me, and Boom! I felt the tire swallow up his leg first. Nothing crazy, just a small bump. But then I hear it – The most horrific bloody screech, and it's from my own son— Its still ringing in my ears. More sobbing is heard from the father. Agent Fornes: I know this is still very fresh Mr. Arin, but we must continue the interview. Father: Okay… okay.. I don’t remember much but before I even knew it, I'm on the ground pulling him out from under the mower. I catch a glance at his mangled foot, it's all bloody and ripped to shreds. His toe is missing, and whatever is left is barely hanging there… Agent Forness: What did you do after you got him free, Mr. Arin? Father: I held him in my arms. I made sure he didn’t see it. He’s crying in my ear, “I'm going to die; I'm going to die” — over and over again. I kept telling him he'll be fine and to just focus on looking at me. He's not listening, but at this point I just want him to scream. Anything to reassure me that he's still alive, that he's still here. I placed him on the kitchen counter, hiding his foot underneath a towel. I pour ice over it, thinking that maybe will stop the bleeding, I doubt it did anything. While I'm calling 911, he looks so afraid, he's shivering and screaming for his mom, there's blood everywhere. It's dripping off the counter and pooling on the floor. My hands are painted in it— 20 seconds of silence. Father: Then the crying stops, the blood stops flowing, it's a moment of clarity. I dared to look under the towel… and… it was normal, like nothing the past 5 minutes had occurred. But there's blood all over the place, in my hands and stained in my shirt. This really happened but now it feels like a dream. It doesn't make sense. Agent Forness: Is there anything else you would like to add? Father: I've told you everything I know. Now, can I please see my boy, please? I need to tell him "Dad is sorry." I need him to know I love him. Agent Forness: Of course Mr. Arin, right this way. Also, would you mind taking this, it will help calm you down a bit. [End Log] Afterward: "Cannot rule out foul play, but I think the father's story is genuine enough. Doesn't matter too much, poor guy won't even remember any of it." —Agent Forness Following this interview, the boy was taken into Foundation custody and designated SCP-7198. Upon further review it is believed that the Clarity produced as a result of this accident soaked into the wounds resulting in the full recovery of SCP-7198. Update 1: On 12/23/██ three [DATA REDACTED] events resulted in the restriction of a multitude of beneficial SCPs, namely SCP-006 and SCP-500. Later that day, SCP-7198 was temporarily reclassified to temporary thaumiel status and Procedure Hippocratic Oath was developed to mass-produce Clarity. As of 07/04/██, Clarity has become the most common source of emergency medicine utilized in all Foundation site pharmacies and field agent emergency kits. Update 2: Due to an influx of Keter-class containment breaches in recent years, SCP-7198 has volunteered to undergo Procedure Hippocratic Oath more than the scheduled two times per day to assist with the inflow of injured staff members. This has resulted in SCP-7198 becoming the first anomalous recipient of the Foundation Red Heart Award. 04 Credentials Required for Access Credentials Accepted - Welcome Director Zehen Congratulations on the promotion, Dr. Zehen. I hope the transition is going well and the other site directors are not being too annoying yet. If so, let me know and I will whip them into shape. Anyways, as per your previous email request, allow me to answer a few of your concerns regarding our unfortunate predicament, SCP-7198. Let me begin by addressing your first question: What is the point of this redaction? If Procedure Hippocratic Oath is not performed twice daily nothing will occur. Yes, this is not a joke. Nothing bad will occur if we do not uphold Procedure Hippocratic Oath. There is no catastrophe or world ending event, we just miss a day we could have collected more Clarity. In other words, it is just there to spook the staff. I know that probably does not bring you any closure. It sure as hell did not for me when I first read the unredacted version of this skip. Alright next: Why has the Ethics committee not condemned Procedure HO yet? This behavior is clearly outdated and honestly puts a bad taste in my mouth. I figured this would happen again. I'm going to be as honest as possible because we need to nip this in the butt on day one— It's Time to Grow Up — We do way more horrid shit just to keep the god damn lights on. At least he gets a break once a year, that's more than what most the staff at Site-4 get. Regardless, the reason we encourage this mindset is because it gives our staff peace of mind for the awful shit they do to SCP-7198. That's the end of it. There's no deeper meaning. We do this because it's cost effective and saves a hell of lot more people than it harms. Besides, the kid thinks this is his penance, so why not let him have that serenity. Yes, you are correct, this may seem off putting, and yes, the ethics committee has tried countless times to strike this procedure down. Can't say I blame them; they're just doing their job. But we cannot let that happen, not yet anyway. We are so close to a brighter future. We just need a little more time to recover. Welcome to The Board of Directors, The Office of Dr. Penelope Smith, Former 0E-██, Current 05-3 Update 3 is Pending Approval to be Added to this Database Entry Close Update 3: On SCP-7198's 18th birthday recorders picked up this piece of audio from SCP-7198's containment room. I'm sorry Dad… It was my fault. Since this event, SCP-7198 has not resisted Procedure Hippocratic Oath. Footnotes 1. The only exception to this rule is on SCP-7198's birthday where Procedure Hippocratic Oath is postponed until the following day. 2. As per Ethics Committee Mandate ETHOS.7198A. 3. This has been attempted 36 times but has never succeeded. 4. Big Toe. 5. i.e., bacterial, viral, and fungal infections, cancer, and nonliving objects such as splinters and nails. 6. Although unverified, this single affliction being untreatable has led researchers to speculate that SCP-7198 has some control over their anomalous properties. 7. 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SCP-7199 | esoteric-class | winkwonkboi Big thanks to Deadcanons for taking a look at this. Appreciate it as always! And thank you for reading. We are lucky to have you here, lol. Item#: 7199 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: kušum Disruption Class: irrelevant Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7199 instance Special Containment Procedures: Per PoI-7199's request, all SCP-7199 instances have been transported to various animal institutions (such as pet stores and conservatories) in order to distribute them among the general population. Due to post-Veil circumstances, the observation and/or confinement of SCP-7199 is considered unnecessary. Description: SCP-7199 refers to a group of Green hairstreak (Callophrys rubi) butterflies. In terms of appearance, SCP-7199 displays no physical difference compared to their non-anomalous counterpart. SCP-7199 exhibits a probabilistic anomaly which beneficially affects those who remain within a five meter radius of them. This effect is especially prominent in individuals possessing the following traits: The subject works as an artist or writer of some form; The subject spends most of their time indoors; The subject struggles to consistently produce new content; The subject constantly lacks motivation and procrastinates; Subjects meeting the above criteria have a notably higher chance of success in pursuit of their career when in the presence of SCP-7199. Additionally, SCP-7199 is believed to induce increasing levels of productivity in the aforementioned group due to their generally positive attitude and behavior. Recovery: SCP-7199 was offered to the Foundation by a world-renowned author immediately following their retirement. Per their request to remain anonymous, they have been labelled PoI-7199. Below is a transcription of the exchange concerning SCP-7199's transfer to Foundation custody: »TRANSCRIPTION LOG« [BEGIN LOG] A Foundation-assigned vehicle drives up to PoI-7199's private conservatory and arrives by the front entrance. A brief moment of silence passes as Dr. Kirby Case and Dir. Amelie Metanoia observe the entirety of the greenhouse. Metanoia then turns to Case, gesturing to the building. Metanoia: So this is the place, right? Case: Yeah, that's what they said in the email. Never thought they had their own conservatory. Metanoia: I never thought they'd request me of all people to come. Guess I've been thrown into the limelight, huh? Case: Yeah, I do wonder why they requested for you specifically. Not only did such a well-known author suddenly contacted the Foundation, they even brought you up by name. It's quite bizarre, wouldn't you agree? Metanoia: Oh, trust me. I'm still processing this. It's just… I never thought I'd get to meet them, you know? I always enjoyed reading their bibliography on my off-time. Case: You must be very nervous, then. Metanoia: No, no, not really… Alright, maybe just a little. Case: (Smirks) Yeah, I figured. Metanoia proceeds to step out of the vehicle, closing the door behind her. She takes another look at the building. Case rolls down the car window as Metanoia turns to them once again. Case: Look, there's no need to panic. Just think of it as an interview. You've done them a million times already. I'm sure it'll be just fine. Metanoia: I know, I know. Case: Good, I'll be sure to pick you up once you're finished. Just give me a call, alright? Metanoia: (Chuckles) Of course… thank you, Case. Case: Anything for you, director. See you. Case proceeds to drive off. Metanoia waves at them until they are no longer visible. She sighs. Metanoia: See you… Metanoia turns her attention to the greenhouse once more before hesitantly entering the property. Still frame As Metanoia goes through the entrance, she looks to her surroundings: Numerous plants grow throughout the area. Taking in a deep breath, she gradually proceeds through the location, eyeing the flowers and crossing her arms. She stops at a point and focuses on some pink and orange flowers grouped together. Metanoia briefly caresses their petals. Metanoia: Beautiful… A voice is heard off-camera. Unknown: (Distant) I agree. Metanoia turns to the sound. PoI-7199 is standing, smiling at her. PoI-7199: Glad you could arrive, Ms. Metanoia. Metanoia straightens her posture. Metanoia: Oh, I didn't see you there. Sorry for not noticing you earlier. PoI-7199: That's quite alright. I like to startle people when they least expect it. Though, I hope I didn't frighten you too much. Metanoia: No need to worry. I'm just glad I had the pleasure to speak with you. I'm a great fan of your works, I must say. PoI-7199: If you're requesting an autograph, then I'm afraid I don't have a pen on me. Metanoia: Well, I haven't exactly brought any copies myself, unfortunately. PoI-7199: Next time, then. PoI-7199 ushers Metanoia to another room. PoI-7199: Now then, follow me. Still frame Metanoia and PoI-7199 arrive at a room to the side of the main building, with a window revealing an overwhelming number of SCP-7199 instances, resting on the branches of a tree. Metanoia: So they must be the four-leaf fluttering folk I've read in your email. PoI-7199: You're right on the money. Please, take a seat. PoI-7199 gestures to a glass roundtable and hurries to another room next door. As Metanoia takes a seat, she proceeds to observe the SCP-7199 instances. PoI-7199 can be heard off-camera. PoI-7199: Do you prefer coffee or tea? Metanoia: I'm in the mood for some tea, please. PoI-7199: Coming right up, miss. Some time passes. PoI-7199 eventually returns to the camera's view, holding two cups of tea in their hands. They place them down on the table and sits across from Metanoia, who takes a sip from her cup. PoI-7199: Again, I must thank you for making some time for me. I hope I'm not troubling you too much. Metanoia: No worries. We are the Foundation, after all. We are all for anomalous phenomena, including the wonderful collection of butterflies you have here. Though I am curious… Metanoia takes another sip. Metanoia: …is there some specific reason you wanted us to take them in? As well as why you specifically sent me an invitation? PoI-7199: Ah, yes. I was about to tell you that. Well… PoI-7199 looks to the ceiling. PoI-7199: Do you know what it takes to be successful in the writing industry? Or really, the entertainment spectrum in general. Obviously, it takes a lot of effort. You have to put your blood, sweat, and tears into your own work each and every day, making and remaking your piece, before shoving it into the spotlight for everyone to see. PoI-7199: This should go without saying, but I was once a lowly, amateur author myself. Though I do appreciate my older works, I can't help but cringe at the many mistakes I used to make. That's not to say I've perfected the art of wielding the pen, but I came a long way since then. Metanoia: I'm sure a lot of us can relate. PoI-7199: Back then, I would spend each waking moment focused on crafting my next book, hoping this one could potentially shoot me into the stratosphere. But, with people like me, who forget how to stay grounded, I would be let down by the result. I was always too fixated on finding success instead of figuring out how to succeed. PoI-7199: And one day, after constantly attempting and failing to make a living for myself, I just decided to give up. I didn't want to do it anymore. Metanoia: That's quite unfortunate. Closeup shot of an SCP-7199 instance PoI-7199: (Chuckles) Yes, well… that was when they (gestures to SCP-7199) came into my life. Metanoia: Is that so? When did you first encounter them? PoI-7199: Oh, they actually belonged to my late wife. You see, she had a considerable interest in gardening and insects, especially butterflies. She always told me how she adored how colorful their wings were, and how they flew through the air as she catered to the flowers. PoI-7199: In fact, she even took care of all the plants you see here. Metanoia: Hmmm… I can tell that she put a lot of time into them. They're so vibrant and pleasing to look at. PoI-7199: Aren't they? PoI-7199 crosses their arms. PoI-7199: As I was saying, I lacked the motivation to continue. I was in a slump, essentially. That's when she told me something. She said that whenever she felt down, she would spend her time with the butterflies. They gave her a sense of peace, and they always motivated her to push on. PoI-7199: I figured, "Eh, I might as well.", since I didn't have any better alternatives. Besides, it had been some time since I took a step outside the house. Metanoia: I'm assuming this worked out, correct? PoI-7199: Yes, after a moment of sitting in the garden and taking in the wonderful view, I could slowly feel my passion returning to me. I was ready to write again. Ever since then, I would rely on these critters to help me from my writer's block. PoI-7199 laughs to themself. PoI-7199: My lovely wife basically saved me back then. A dear, she was. I miss her every day. Metanoia: That's very sweet… PoI-7199 holds their cup to their mouth and blows. Metanoia: That being said, though: I'm confused. Why give something that has such a connection with you and your wife to us? You have every reason to keep them to yourself. PoI-7199: (Deeply inhales) How do I say this… it was a promise we made. Metanoia: A promise? PoI-7199: She always wanted to have the butterflies here flutter away and spread the joy she felt — that we felt — to as many people as they can. She told me to take them across the world like a shooting star in the night sky once she passes away. PoI-7199 pauses. PoI-7199: And when she grew cold in my arms, I felt hesitant. I couldn't figure out how to go about it. Bring them to a zoo? No. Take them to a local pet shelter? No. I wanted to make this sendoff special, I didn't want to cut it short and simple. I would never be satisfied with that otherwise. This was my wife's dying wish, and I wanted to fulfill it the best I can. PoI-7199 takes a sip from their cup. PoI-7199: And well, you may be wondering why I asked for you to come instead of any other of your acquaintances. Metanoia nods. PoI-7199: It was way back then, when your Foundation went and revealed yourselves. Some of your files leaked, and I couldn't help but take a gander myself. Curiosity got the better of me, you know? PoI-7199: The more I've read through them, the more suspicious I grew. It was only a matter of time till I realized the capabilities of the insects who've stuck with me my entire career, my entire life. I was bewildered to find out just how special my wife's butterflies really were. PoI-7199: And with a group as large as yours, I thought this would be the perfect chance to give a proper farewell to the one I cherish the most. PoI-7199 takes in a deep breath. PoI-7199: That's exactly why I asked you to come, Ms. Metanoia. Metanoia: I'm surprised you even know my name. PoI-7199: Like I've said, the leaked files. I said before that this would be the greatest opportunity I'd been given, but with how your Foundation operates, I had mixed feelings about it. PoI-7199: On one hand, I can commend the lengths you reach in order to protect humanity from the dangers of the unknown. However, with the many people trapped under lock and key, unable to view the outside world ever again, I had second thoughts on whether this was the right decision at all. Metanoia: I can understand where you're coming from. I have heard similar arguments coming from both sides of the public. PoI-7199: But once I stumbled upon your division — the AEED — and everything you've done to bring a smile on everyone's faces, despite it being practically against everything your Foundation stands for, all my doubts had washed away. PoI-7199: Amelie, the acts that you've done just to bring in some light for all the living beings forced to remain in the dark are astounding. You should be proud of yourself for all you've done for them. Metanoia: Heh, what can I say? I just want to help as many people as I can. PoI-7199: You're the only person I can trust in carrying out this duty. Please, fulfill her wish for me. I want her to rest, knowing that her kindness has reached the hearts of many others, including mine… Are you willing to accept my offer? Metanoia: Thank you for your words of kindness. I truly appreciate what you have to say. I'll be sure to do the best I can to help. PoI-7199: Like you've done for everyone else you have under your wing. Metanoia: Couldn't have said it better myself… Pause. Metanoia: Also, um, would you mind pouring me another cup, please? PoI-7199: (Smirks) Right away, Ms. Metanoia. PoI-7199 walks off-camera once again. Metanoia thinks to herself for a moment. Metanoia: Hm… [END LOG] Shortly after transfer was made, Director Metanoia had filed a request concerning a possible method of handling SCP-7199, attached below: SCP FOUNDATION Secure • Contain • Protect «Proposal Form» Submitted by: Metanoia, Amelie R. (AEED Director, REULLR-Site-169) Anomaly in Question: SCP-7199 Proposal Distribute SCP-7199 among the general public, per the request of [PoI-7199]. Reasoning I'm assuming you've already viewed the footage attached to this file, so I'll get straight to the point: If you aren't familiar already, I am Amelie R. Metanoia, director of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division. We basically provide the anomalies we have in containment with entertainment and recreational activities, and just treat them with the respect they deserve. Sure, it may sound like we are just playing hopscotch for no apparent reason, but ask any of our personnel working at 169 for a record of breaches and they'll all tell you the exact same thing: There is no record. Here, we give the skippers time and attention, remove the need for professionalism, and even let them out of their cell if they want to. And in turn, they comply with us, even assist us with some of our work. Simply put, we show them our kindness and they show us theirs. You may be wondering what this has to do with 7199. Well, to put it briefly: I don't want people to see us as some husks in white lab coats pushing buttons on a machine. Not to mean any offence, but I'm sure you are all aware of our current reputation in this new era, where the Veil has been broken and the world knows our name and what we've done in the past. The public opinion on our organization is exhaustingly mixed, split right down the middle. While some have sided with us and our prior objective to protect humanity from the unknown, many others have been fixated on the many living people we used to have confined, expressing their criticism on how inconsiderate we are to merely throw them in a "jail cell" and "preventing any light from coming their way." While I do understand what they have to say, and admittedly I can't help but agree to some extent, I don't want our Foundation to be viewed in a negative light, when there has been numerous times where we have proven our right to carry out our duty. And that includes everything that me and countless others have done to make the anomalies here feel safe and comfortable in their new environment. I want the people to know that we are on their side, that we want to better ourselves and that we've been bettering ourselves since we stepped into the light. We've already released most of the harmless anomalies back where they belong, we've already assisted thousands upon thousands of people that have encountered new unpredictably dangerous anomalies. This is just another step in the right direction. If we want people to think highly of us, then we might as well spread our wings. Status: [APPROVED] Excerpt Log: The following are various examples of individuals that have been influenced in some way by SCP-7199: Subject: Charlie Birchwood Context: Birchwood acts as the lead vocalist and guitarist of the indie-rock group 'Clover Struck'. He departed from his part-time job at a fast food restaurant in order to pursue a career in music. While Clover Struck has performed at numerous underground locations, they have yet to gain any commercial or financial success, with other members even considering quitting the band entirely as a result. Due to this, Birchwood fell into a depressive episode which hindered him from working on the band's debut album, 'Summertime Love'. Result: Through SCP-7199's empathic capabilities, Birchwood was motivated enough to finish the album, with the rest of the band members following suit. Upon release of Summertime Love, the album gained considerable success, garnering acclaimed attention from both casual listeners and music critics alike. As of writing, they are currently on a tour across the United States, already having several sold-out venues. Sample from Summertime Love's most popular track, 'Spread Your Wings': Spread your wings, spread your wings. Don't you worry 'bout anything. Let your heart beat out and sing. Don't you worry at all. Take your time, take your time. Everything's gonna be alright. Keep at it and you'll be just fine. Don't you worry at all, at all. Birchwood (center) performing onstage A painting by Vineyard following SCP-7199's influence Subject: Barbara Vineyard Context: Vineyard studies at an art college and works part-time at her mother's florist shop. Her educators remarked on how attentive and engaging Vineyard is during lectures, though lacks artistic ability or creativity in her artwork. Barbara finds difficulty in creating new pieces of art and frequently struggles to finish her work on-time. She has notably grown distant from her other colleagues as she views herself poorly and constantly compares herself to them. Result: After acquiring SCP-7199, Vineyard partook additional lessons from her tutors and worked diligently to improve her skills as an artist. By the end of the semester, Vineyard had been placed second overall in her class. She also managed to come third in a painting competition that was being held by the staff. Sample of interview with Vineyard upon placing third on the contest: Interviewer: Congratulations on becoming third of the competition, Ms. Barbara. You must be awfully proud of yourself for ranking so high. Vineyard: Thank you, and yes, I am just thrilled. I told my mother about it on the phone and we're planning on going out for dinner as a celebration. Interviewer: Is that so? Well, good for you. I do wonder, though: Is there any reason you specifically decided to paint a butterfly? Do you perhaps own one yourself? I heard your mother is a florist, after all. Vineyard: Yes, I do, actually. I just, uh— (chuckles) —I like butterflies, you know? They encourage me, tell me to do my best. Mittens knitted by Wilshire Subject: Oakley Wilshire Context: Wilshire works a standard office job, being a single father of his only daughter, who is taken care of by her grandparents whenever he is away. His wife shortly passed away following the birth of child, which resulted in Wilshire growing estranged from the rest of his family and spending most of his time working until late. Result: Wilshire purchased SCP-7199 for his daughter's upcoming birthday, and, a result of their anomalous properties, decided to take a few days off of work in order to prepare a celebration for her. He had also utilized his knitting skills to make a pair of mittens as an additional present. After the party, Wilshire heavily apologized to his relatives as well as his daughter for his distant behavior and has since paid more attention to them henceforth. Update: PoI-7199 had contacted the Foundation once again, requesting Dir. Metanoia at a different location. Below is a transcription of the events which transpired afterward: »TRANSCRIPTION LOG« [BEGIN LOG] Dir. Metanoia steps out of the Foundation-assigned vehicle at the designated location: A local cemetery. She notices PoI-7199, brushing off dirt from a grave and watering the plants growing from the earth surrounding it. She clears her throat, alerting PoI-7199. Metanoia: Sorry, am I disturbing you in any way? PoI-7199: (Startled) Oh, no, no. You're fine. I just didn't see you there. Metanoia: (Smirks) Seems like it was my turn to frighten you, huh? Hope I didn't scare you too badly. PoI-7199: Oh, you just had to, didn't you? Both chuckle. Metanoia turns to the tombstone. Metanoia: So this must be your wife, then? PoI-7199: Yes, she is. And she has something to say, you know. Metanoia: And that is? PoI-7199: She wanted to thank you. Well, we wanted to thank you. I see that a lot of people's lives were impacted because of the butterflies you gave away. I'm sure if my wife was with me now, she would've thanked you from the bottom of her heart. Metanoia: Of course. I'm just doing my job. I'm assuming that's why you called me here. PoI-7199: Correct. I know I should've done so over email, but I'd rather do it in person. PoI-7199 inhales deeply. PoI-7199: But I cannot stress this enough: thank you, Amelie, for all that you've done. You should be proud of the number of people you helped, the number of anomalies you shower with your kindness. I cannot express how grateful I am for your actions. Metanoia: (Wipes eyes) That means… that means a lot to me. To be able to hear that, to know that all I've done to make the world a better place has paid off… oh, I just— (laughs) —I never felt so proud of myself. PoI-7199: That is all I wanted to say. I hope you have a good rest of your day, Ms. Metanoia. Metanoia: Right. But, before I leave, could you mind doing me a favor? PoI-7199: How can I help? Metanoia: Well, um— Metanoia reaches into her handbag and takes out a hardcover novel. Metanoia: —I was hoping to receive your autograph. PoI-7199: (Exhales) Ah, yes. How could I forget? Do you also have a pen, by any chance? Metanoia: Mhm, I'm always prepared. Metanoia waves goodbye at PoI-7199 as she returns to the vehicle, before entering it. Dr. Case turns to her for a moment. Case: Want me to give you a pat on your back as well? Metanoia: Oh, hush now. Case: I kid, I kid. Case proceeds to drive off from the cemetery. A brief period of silence follows Case: I admire you, you know. Metanoia: Where's this coming from? Case: I don't know. I just thought I should give you my thanks as well, for what you've done for me. Case sighs. Case: I already told you this a million times, but back when I had… different thoughts on your department, I thought I had no reason to take part in what you do. But when I was assigned to your division, and when I saw all the people who found comfort in this bizarre environment, it gave me a new perspective. Case: Simply put, you guided me, you changed me for the better. And I've never felt more content when following your lead, lending a hand to all the people around me. I doubt this'll be the last time I say this, but I'm thankful to be part of the AEED. Metanoia: I'm always happy to help, Case. Keep doing your best, alright? Case: (Chuckles) You can count on me, director. The silence returns, with the sound of the radio in the background. Below is a sample of a relevant portion of the broadcast. "—ow does it feel being able to have one of your works recognized by the public? You must be filled with joy knowing your writing has gotten you first place in the International Young Writers Competition." Brian Cricket "I've, um— (sniffs) —I've never won anything in my life, I never thought I'd make it this far, you know? The fact that I managed to achieve such a goal just… I cannot— I'm still processing all of this." "I see… One more question, Mr. Brian Cricket: What gave you the idea to utilize the Foundation format to write your story? No one's ever thought of writing it like this before." "Oh, um, mainly because— (sniffs) —mainly because I looked up to them, I guess. They're literally living fantasies people write as fiction. They basically inspired me to come up with my own stories, my own situations. Like, what else would they have gone through? What else do they have in containment? Before I knew it, I was coming up with something." "And you know those butterflies that they suddenly decided to give away? I thought I might as well adopt one for myself. Back then, I figured it could help me come up with an idea. And just like that, I felt the motivation in me rising and rising. I felt my hands typing away at a potential story. Now, look where that got me today." "Ugh, I'm sorry for all the tears. I just (sniffs)… I can't help myself." "I just wanna say thank you, Foundation. Thank you for giving me the will to write, the will to push on. Seriously, I don't know what to say. I'm… (chuckles) I'm just so happy to be part of this community." Case: God, I think I'm about to cry as well. Pause. Metanoia: I'm proud of him. [END LOG] More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-5245 (+48) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-6545 (+76) • Tales/GoI Formats Roses And Thorns (+18) • ur typical unrequited love (+32) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Something's Burning (+40) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • People Care, Dear (+14) • man overboard! (+29) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! 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SCP-7200 | keter | Item #: SCP-7200 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Theta-5 ("The Bigger Boat") is to be dispatched to investigate any disappearances of registered merchant ships and to propose cover stories as appropriate. Any emitted radio signals are to be suppressed using standard procedures. Update 2022/07/04: Project Convenient Flag has been implemented and is demonstrating promising results. Reclassification to Euclid and updates to containment procedures are pending final review by the Containment Committee. (See Addendum 7200-3) Description: SCP-7200 is an anomalous phenomenon causing the disappearances of non-military ships in international waters. When a vessel is affected by SCP-7200, it unexpectedly changes heading and increases speed, occasionally dumping cargo to do so. All attempts to hail or remotely operate the vessel have failed. Typically, shortwave radio transmissions are also found originating from the ship, containing a vocalization described by listeners as an unpleasant shrieking sound. Memetic analysis does not find the audio signal to be anomalous, but notes that there may be possible cognitohazardous properties which are not preserved over radio. Several hours into the event, the ship's transponder turns off. Past this point, no vessel has been detectable through any known means and is effectively unrecoverable. In the first year since the anomaly's emergence in April 2016, the likelihood of an SCP-7200 event affecting a vessel was approximately 0.006% / year. Since then, the probability has been steadily increasing, measured most recently at 0.072% / year in December 2021. Discovery Current Projected SCP-7200 occurrences during 2016. SCP-7200 occurrences during 2021. SCP-7200 occurrences projected for 2026. Addendum 7200-1: Containment Attempts CODENAME: Side Eye FAILURE Summary: Place sensors aboard 20,000 merchant vessels to continually report anomalous activity, and attempt to determine the cause of SCP-7200. Result: Sensor data from lost ships is inconclusive. Following the loss of the vessel, the sensors cease to report further information. CODENAME: Event Horizon FAILURE Summary: Recruit and train E-class personnel aboard 100 merchant vessels, with equipment for navigating a number of different anomalous environments. Result: 18 ships with personnel are lost in SCP-7200 events, yielding no new information. Operation is aborted. CODENAME: Escort Mission FAILURE Summary: Ships from the Foundation Navy (disguised as various nations' militaries) escort high-value container ships, with orders to intervene during an SCP-7200 event. Result: Two incidents occur wherein a container ship is subject to an SCP-7200 event while in the presence of the Foundation Navy: The compromised ship suddenly makes a sharp turn in front of the Navy vessel. The vessel manages to avoid a collision, but numerous shipping containers fall and land on the Navy vessel, damaging it. The vessel is unable to sustain a chase and the container ship escapes. Two Navy vessels are straddling both sides of the container ship, which then undergoes the SCP-7200 event. Foundation vessels give chase for two hours. The vessels then adopt a strategy of attempting to damage the compromised ship's navigational and propulsion capabilities, with limited success. After eleven further hours of continued pursuit, the ship escapes despite serious hull damage. CODENAME: Trojan Seahorse FAILURE Summary: 50 unmanned merchant vessels are purchased, loaded with conventional explosives and limited paranormal weaponry, and deployed across the ocean. Ship computers are programmed to detect an SCP-7200 event, and attempt to locate and destroy any anomalous objects present. Result: One such prepared vessel undergoes an SCP-7200 event. It then immediately fires all its weapons directly overhead, causing severe damage and resulting in the ship capsizing. Rescue teams are unable to prevent the vessel from sinking. Remaining vessels are quickly recalled. CODENAME: Sea Nuke DENIED [Vetoed by Overwatch Command.] CODENAME: Convenient Flag ONGOING Summary: See below. Result: Loss of commercial vessels has been steadily declining over the implementation period. Addendum 7200-2: Project Convenient Flag The Foundation External Affairs and Intelligence Agency, after negotiation with the Panama Maritime Authority, established a special "SCPF" designation for a class of merchant ships registered in Panama. This class is available for containment use only, and have relaxed requirements for vessel size, shape, and build quality. As part of SCP-7200 containment operations, the Foundation has established four facilities in Panama (one registration depot, one hatchery, two farms), with a combined approximate area of 150,000 m2. The fish production facilities are capable of raising tens of millions of oceanic fish annually. Within the registration depot, Foundation maritime inspectors oversee the registration of SCPF-class merchant vessels. Due to the specific nature of this class, many steps in the registration of conventional merchant ships do not apply. For instance, ships have no requirement for safety or construction certificates due to their small size. As SCPF-class vessels lack equipment for radio transmissions, signal suppression is unnecessary during SCP-7200 events. At maturity, fish are transported from farm facilities into the registration depot. In accordance with international maritime law, a Panamanian flag and the respective ship registration number are applied onto each fish. Upon confirming the vessel's seaworthiness, the acting maritime inspector clears the fish for release into the open ocean. Addendum 7200-3: Current Situation SCP-7200 events have continued to increase in frequency. However, due to the implementation of Project Convenient Flag, more than 99.98% of merchant vessels in international waters are SCPF-class, which has reduced the disappearance of civilian ships to less than 0.3 vessels / year. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7200" by aismallard and smlt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7200. Licensed under CC-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: thumbnail.jpg Author: Морской атлас. Том I. 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border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; 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Item#: 7201 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: There is no reliable method to contain SCP-7201. Additionally, due to the brevity of the events,1 it is virtually impossible to prevent the manifestation of SCP-7201-1 instances. Instead, funding directed to the containment of the anomaly is to be delegated to researching the causes and trajectory of SCP-7201 events. When an SCP-7201-1 instance is reported, MTF-Alpha-19 is to be deployed to the location of the sighting. Neutralization of an instance can typically be accomplished with ordinary firepower. Currently, Site-50 has two SCP-7201-1 instances in containment for research. As such, there is no need to attempt to contain any further instances. Description: SCP-7201 denotes an anemological2 phenomenon known to occur in deserts or otherwise highly arid regions. During an SCP-7201 event, sand, twigs, and bone fragments from deceased animals will conjoin at a single point or points, where SCP-7201-1 instances will manifest. SCP-7201-1 instances are sentient collections of the materials listed above. The entities are often vaguely humanoid, with heavily distorted appendages and physical attributes. SCP-7201-1 instances are capable of extending "tendrils" from their appendages and have been observed using them to capture prey, typically small animals. SCP-7201-1 instances are known to emit a loud, incoherent screeching sound. Whether they are capable of human speech is unknown. The anomaly has been designated as hostile, and a moderate threat to human life, due to numerous disappearances and probable deaths associated with sightings. However, there is currently no evidence of SCP-7201-1 instances expressing violence.3 SCP-7201 was first discovered when Foundation weather outlets noted suspicious meteorological activity, such as spontaneous thunderstorms and intense winds. An official investigation into the anomaly was compiled after a video of drone footage began circulating in South Africa. In the video, an SCP-7201-1 instance is briefly visible when the drone passes over a canyon. Update: On 23/07/1996, four German tourists were reported missing in the Death Valley National Park. Following a search and rescue effort by local authorities which failed to recover the tourists, Foundation agents were alerted of possible anomalous activity. After an ontokinetic energy4 test concluded the disappearances were not a result of anomalous dematerialization, another search party was compiled. Three hours into the search, Foundation agents discovered a Nikon camera containing recent videography with all four of the tourists, Egbert Rimkus, Georg Weber, Cornelia Meyer, and Max Meyer, present. A transcript of the video can be found below. Portion of the video prior to the relevant event cut for brevity. The four tourists are walking through the Grotto canyon. The camera glances around the scene, mainly focusing on the impressive canyon walls. As they are walking, a sudden crunch is heard from under Egbert Rimkus' feet. A slight sandy fog has settled. Cornelia Meyer appears frustrated. C. Meyer: Ich sagte doch, wir hätten mit einer Gilde kommen sollen. E. Rimkus: Ich habe Ihnen bereits gesagt, dass ich keine Lust habe, dafür zu bezahlen, dass ich mit jemandem, der kein Deutsch spricht, zusammenhanglos hin- und herschreie. Georg Weber narrowly avoids stepping on a cactus while non-aggressively wrestling with Max Meyer. C. Meyer: Passt auf, wo ihr hintretet, Kinder. Wir können uns hier kaum zurechtfinden, wir haben keine Zeit, ein Krankenhaus für euch zu finden. A sudden wind begins pulling layers of sand into the air and to a central point in the distance. Within the layers of moving sand are several pieces of garbage and other small objects. The parent tourists remain still for two minutes as the wind becomes stronger. Cornelia Meyer looks around, confused. E. Rimkus: Hätte der Wind heute so stark sein sollen? C. Meyer: Das glaube ich nicht. Verdammtes amerikanisches Wetter. Wir sollten uns einen Aufenthaltsraum suchen, Schatz. In the distance, an SCP-7201-1 instance takes form, barely in frame. The tourists appear oblivious to it. Egbert Rimkus stops walking and pulls a wadded-up map out of his pocket, holding the camera to his side. E. Rimkus: Ich glaube, ich habe eine Karte. Da sollte eine Lounge drauf sein. Egbert Rimkus hands the map to Cornelia Meyer and holds the camera up. For a second, the camera pans to the instance before directing back to the others. It is likely Egbert Rimkus mistook the instance for a dead tree. C. Meyer: Die nächste Lounge ist etwa einen Kilometer von hier entfernt. Dieser Wind ist unerträglich. Kinder, nehmt meine Hände. Cornelia Meyer huddles with the children, Georg Weber and Max Meyer. C. Meyer: Ich kann keine fünf Meter vor mir etwas sehen. Der Wind nimmt weiter zu. The SCP-7201-1 instance is out of frame at this point, having likely taken full form. E. Rimkus: Sind das Knochen? C. Meyer: Oh mein Gott! Es ist eine Leiche. The decomposed corpse in the sand is missing most of its contents. Suddenly, one leg bone snaps off and begins pulling toward the SCP-7201-1 instance. M. Meyer: Was ist los, Mami? Ich habe Angst. E. Rimkus: Wir müssen von hier verschwinden. A sudden, loud shrieking is heard. The camera pans to the SCP-7201-1 instance emerging from the sand storm in a stumbling motion. E. Rimkus: Was ist das? The camera becomes hazy as Egbert Rimkus begins walking faster. One of the children lets out a scream. The SCP-7201-1 instance bursts into a sprint, its shrieking growing louder as Egbert Rimkus shouts incoherently to the others. Several tendrils sprout out of SCP-7201-1’s torso and begin wrapping around the tourists' faces, narrowly missing Egbert Rimkus. The tendrils shove the others into the sand. One swings at Egbert Rimkus again, knocking him to the ground. The camera flies out of his hand and lands in the sand. The four tendrils are wrapped around each tourist’s face, shoving them into the ground. The SCP-7201-1 hops in a spider-like motion to each tourist and embeds them further in the sand, using its appendages to claw at the sand. Despite the individuals kicking and violently thrashing, the SCP-7201-1 instance manages buries each tourist in the sand before retreating out of view. The footage continues for another thirteen hours before abruptly ending. No activity is seen. Following the recovery of this footage, Foundation agents began excavating the area and the tourists were found, being buried shallowly enough to breathe. All four of the tourists were alive but restricted to the ground by roots5 from the SCP-7201 instance. It is presumed the tourists would’ve died from dehydration should they not have been found. Upon the excavation of several sites where SCP-7201 was known to have manifested, a large number of human bodies were discovered. It is likely a body will only contribute to an SCP-7201-1 instance when it has mostly or fully decomposed. Later analysis of the roots suggests they had been acquiring nutrients by latching onto the victims’ skin. The corpses were all entangled in roots similar to the tourists. Around the same time as these events, Site-50 reported alarming activity concerning the two SCP-7201-1 instances in its custody. According to the report, the two instances had suddenly conjoined together to form a larger, ostensibly more dangerous instance. It is unknown if this can happen with any two instances, and is currently being researched. Multiple viewers of the instance not directly assigned to SCP-7201 have requested amnesticization due to its obscenely grotesque appearance. The details of its appearance can be provided upon request, but have not been included in this file. SCP-7201 is pending Critical risk reclassification due to this discovery. Footnotes 1. Which regularly span 10-30 minutes. 2. Relating to meteorological wind. 3. Prior to the update, no corpses had been discovered. 4. Energy produced by reality-bending anomalies or those related to manifestation and demanifestation. 5. The ends of an instance's tendrils that are used to secure prey. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7201" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7202 | keter | {$caption} PeppersGhost SCP-7202 - Hypergingiva by PeppersGhost More by this author 1/7202 LEVEL 1/7202 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7202 euclid Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are to report to the nearest Employee Wellness Station at first sign of SCP-7202 symptoms. While SCP-7202 cannot be cured, over-the-counter oral gels are reportedly effective at alleviating symptoms. Description: SCP-7202 is an anomalous dental phenomenon characterized by the sudden onset of mild but persistent gum irritation with no discernible cause. At time of writing, SCP-7202 affects roughly 70% of on-site residents and 40% of full-time employees at Site-5331D. Non-anomalous environmental and situational factors (e.g. water quality, personal hygiene) have been considered and ruled out. Nevertheless, those suffering from SCP-7202 often report that symptoms are less severe when they are not present at Site-5331D. Cases of SCP-7202 were first reported in January of 2015, and following investigation it was given a formal SCP designation on October 11th of the same year. Staff memo: We appreciate everyone's patience during the investigation. The Departments of Cryptopathology and Paradentistry are working hard to devise a means of curing and preventing SCP-7202 in the near future. In the meantime, affected and unaffected employees are encouraged to avoid close contact whenever possible; otherwise, personnel are expected to carry out their duties as normal. . . . RAISA Notice Updated documentation available. 1/7202 LEVEL 1/7202 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7202 euclid SCP-7202 patient. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel affected by SCP-7202 are eligible for free oral care products and services at any designated Employee Wellness Station. While SCP-7202 cannot be cured, certain proprietary oral gels may reduce pain and prevent bleeding. Description: SCP-7202 refers to an aggressive form of idiopathic refractory gingivitis1 which spontaneously affects on-Site residents and full-time employees at Site-5331D. As part-time employees are not affected, and several affected employees who transferred to other Foundation Sites have reported an abatement of symptoms, it is believed that the development of SCP-7202 correlates with the duration of time spent at Site-5331D. Staff memo: Employees who wish to reduce their work hours or transfer to another facility must submit form WA939 or EM736, respectively, and present written approval from their direct supervisor. Employees are also to remember that Foundation security policies do not permit working from home, and any requests to do so will be automatically denied. The Departments of Cryptopathology and Paradentistry are working hard to devise a means of curing and preventing SCP-7202 in the near future. . . . RAISA Notice Updated documentation available. 1/7202 LEVEL 1/7202 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7202 euclid Moderate case of SCP-7202. Special Containment Procedures: Those affected by SCP-7202 may visit their designated Employee Wellness Station for free oral care products, as well as one free surgery per month to remove excess gingival tissue. In addition, all employees are required to report to their Employee Wellness Station once a week for dental consultation. Surgery may be compulsory if deemed necessary to the patient's long-term oral health by the provider. Soft and liquid food alternatives are to remain available at all meal distribution locations within Site-5331D until the facility is fully vacated. Description: SCP-7202 refers to an anomalous dental condition characterized by rapid gingival overgrowth. Excess gingival tissue generated by SCP-7202 is unusually porous, sensitive, and prone to bleeding. Due to the speed at which it develops, gingival tissue may occlude teeth and obstruct jaw movement within a matter of weeks in the absence of surgical intervention. SCP-7202 affects any living creature possessing gingival tissue that comes within the vicinity of Foundation Site-5331D. The rate at which SCP-7202 develops is roughly proportional to the duration of time spent on the premises. Staff memo: To minimize risk of cross-exposure and maintain adequate staffing, all transfers from Site-5331D have been suspended. However, due to the negative effect SCP-7202 has had on employee morale, the 05 Council has approved for the personnel and anomalous assets located at Site-5331D to be incrementally relocated to a new facility designated Site-5331E beginning in Fall 2017. This process will be very gradual and closely monitored in order to identify and isolate any potential source of SCP-7202. While this takes place, the Departments of Cryptopathology and Paradentistry will be working hard to devise a means of curing and preventing SCP-7202 in the near future. . . . RAISA Notice Updated documentation available. 1/7202 LEVEL 1/7202 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7202 keter Example of tooth displacement resulting from untreated SCP-7202 overgrowth. Special Containment Procedures: Employee Wellness Centers are to furnish and maintain OWN units for all personnel and assets affected by SCP-7202. Personnel and assets affected by SCP-7202 may not be moved to a facility other than those reserved for SCP-7202-POI. SCP-7202-POI have been granted provisional approval to leave their designated facility if living off-Site, but must remain closely monitored and are advised to minimize direct contact with other living creatures outside the workplace. Description: SCP-7202 is an anomalous dental affliction which resembles an accelerated form of idiopathic gingival fibromatosis. In addition to enlargement and ulceration, affected gingival tissue also undergoes a gradual increase in keratin levels, increasing its hardness to a degree that renders most traditional methods of excision ineffective. In response, specialized devices for the reduction of gingival tissue have been developed by the Foundation, including the Oral Wellness Naturalizer (OWN). While the mechanism by which SCP-7202 spreads is currently unknown, its influence appears to be limited to Foundation facilities harboring SCP-7202-POI.2 If an instance of SCP-7202-POI is transferred to another facility, other individuals at that facility will begin to exhibit symptoms of SCP-7202. In such cases, the effects of secondary exposure will fully resolve within 3 to 4 months of the SCP-7202-POI instance being removed from the facility. SCP-7202 was first observed among residents and full-time personnel at Site-5331D in 2015. The site's employees and contained assets underwent incremental transfer to a new facility (Site-5331E) in 2017; SCP-7202 symptoms among SCP-7202-POI abated following the move, but recurred in a more aggressive form several months after the final transfer was completed. OWN User's Guide How to use your OWN unit: • Select your desired level of post-op amnestic and anesthetic. • Ensure that you are fully fastened in a stable and comfortable position. • Gently press your face into your OWN unit. Your nose should rest comfortably against the green line. • Check that the oral camera and face rest screen are functioning properly with little or no visual delay. • Carefully place your lips around the Safety Loop. If you need to use your fingers to accomplish this, first wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water. NOTE: It is normal for your lips to feel taut or stretched when placed around the Safety Loop. If your lips easily slip out of place, or you experience any pain or substantial discomfort when placing your lips around the Safety Loop, notify your designated Employee Wellness Station and your Safety Loop will be calibrated to the appropriate size. • If all steps have been followed properly, press the glowing buttons on either side of the OWN unit simultaneously to administer anesthetic and then a second time to engage the culling mechanism. • Monitor your progress carefully on the face rest screen. • In the event of unexpected behavior from your OWN unit, press either button a third time to engage the EMERGENCY STOP. • Once culling has concluded and the OWN unit has disengaged, carefully lift your head from the face rest and check that your results are as desired. If a second culling is required, wait 45 minutes before reengaging your OWN unit. • If satisfied, remove the red Discard Bag from the OWN unit and deposit it in a corresponding red BIO bin. Usage Guidelines: • Be sure to use your OWN unit at least once a day. Neglecting to cull gingival overgrowth may result in tooth displacement, facial disfigurement, jaw injury, and/or suffocation. • DO NOT cull more than 4 times in a 24 hour period or once every 12 hours if you are anemic. • When culling multiple times a day, be advised that, for your health and safety, the OWN unit will reduce the anesthetic administered on every subsequent engagement by a variable amount determined by the user's weight. • If you feel light-headed or begin to lose consciousness while using your OWN unit, engage the EMERGENCY STOP. • If you find it difficult to stay alert while using your OWN unit, ask a friend or coworker to monitor your culling. • DO NOT engage your OWN unit unless your lips are securely positioned around the Safety Loop. Failure to secure non-gingival tissue may negatively impact results. • DO NOT use an OWN unit other than the one designated for you. Remember: your OWN unit is your own unit. Each unit is calibrated to its designated user's dental profile. Using an OWN unit that is calibrated to the wrong dental profile may result in irregular interaction with the culling mechanism. • DO NOT attempt to extricate from your OWN unit while it is engaged. Activate the EMERGENCY STOP before attempting to remove any part of your body from the machine or any part of the machine from your body. • DO NOT deposit your Discard Bag in any receptacle other than a red BIO bin. • Your OWN unit will seal your Discard Bag automatically. If you experience any unexpected difficulty with your Discard Bag, please contact your Employee Wellness Station and not janitorial services. Staff memo: Thanks to the completion of the OWN rollout and the overall reduction in cases of COVID-19, personnel working from home are expected to return to their on-site duties by the end of March 2023. While this may come as a disappointment to some, the administration is confident this step will allow a return to optimal containment security and research productivity in the coming quarter. Rest assured that the Departments of Cryptopathology and Paradentistry are working hard to devise a means of curing and preventing SCP-7202 in the near future. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7202" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7202. Licensed under CC-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: hindawi4.jpg Name: 2992656.fig.001.jpg Author: Plasma Cell Gingivitis Treated with Photobiomodulation, with No Recurrence for a Five-Year Follow-Up License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Hindawi Name: figure2.gif Author: Hereditary gingival fibromatosis: Report of four generation pedigree License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Edorium Journals Name: 153603.fig.004.jpg Author: Idiopathic Gingival Fibromatosis: Case Report and Its Management License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Hindawi Name: Redirecting03.png Author: PeppersGhost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Footnotes 1. Treatment-resistant inflammation of the gums arising from an unknown cause. 2. A subdesignation for Foundation personnel and assets who worked or resided within Site-5531D at any point between January of 2015 and September of 2018. |
SCP-7203 | esoteric-class | ≡ Item#: 7203 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: Khonsu Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: In the event that SCP-7203 becomes misaligned with foundation goals, it is to be relocated to any foundation site currently held in time stasis to prevent unwanted decommissioning before research and full utilization of the anomaly is complete. In any scenario where transport of SCP-7203 becomes unfeasible within the time before SCP-7203's decommissioning due to its status as a Khonsu1 class anomaly, the use of experimental Burleson-Lockingweigh localized time locks is authorized. The defense of SCP-7203 against outside forces seeking to capture it or otherwise impede its pre-determined actions is imperative. Description: SCP-7203 is the designation given to Senior Researcher William Conwell who, at some point during his service in the Anomalous Chronology Department, gained the ability to manifest it's future choices and decisions ahead of time. SCP-7203 is capable of relocating items from further along the timestream to points in time pre-dating their existence. These objects will not manifest within view of any recording device or sentient spectator. The anomaly is not capable of transmitting objects larger that 3 feet in any direction. This effect appears similar to manifesting an object into existence, which resulted in the initial misdiagnosis of the entities anomalous properties. SCP-7203 has maintained its alignment with foundations goals and values and is currently working with foundation researchers to garner a better understanding of the potential causes and effects of its anomalous traits. Due to SCP-7203's impact on events that have not yet occurred, it is possible that previously theorized upon paradoxes may occur. If this possibility is realized, a BVK-Class universal timeline superposition scenario may occur, resulting in the total collapse and ultimately the superposition of our current timeline. The cause of SCP-7203's sudden attainment of the aforementioned anomalous traits has been heavily debated by leading researchers in the Anomalous Chronology Department. Popular theory held in the department is that SCP-7203 will invent a device capable of transporting humans to different points along space-time. The theory states that SCP-7203's abilities stem from its current decisions to utilize his "time machine" to perform acts along time stemming from the point at which he invented the device. If this theory is to be believed true, SCP-7203's current anomalous properties would cease to exist following the point at which he invents the time travel device. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDA ARE LEVEL 4/7203 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7203 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Preliminary interview log - Close SCP-7203 INTERVIEW LOG Interviewed: SCP-7203 Interviewer: James Sino, Chronology Dep. Foreword: Following personal discovery and confirmation of its own anomalous attributes, SCP-7203 promptly reported itself to James Sino, the head of the Department of Anomalous Chronology. <Begin Log> Sino: Will, I am going to need as much information as you can give me right now. If what your reporting is true, this is an extremely serious matter. SCP-7203: Alright, let me give you a full breakdown of the phenomena as I understand it. Essentially, I am able to manifest various small items in a similar manner to a reality bender. Curiously however, the objects I decide to manifest always appear out of my field of vision. Sino: And you gathered this information through unauthorized testing before even reporting it to your superior? SCP-7203: Well, I suppose yes, but I only tested it on my own to ensure that I could effectively control this anomaly as to not bring any harm to others unintentionally. Sino: I have no doubt that you did that with the safety of your coworkers in mind, but unauthorized testing is malfeasance that is normally met with disciplinary action. SCP-7203: I am willing to face the consequences of my actions, but in this situation the best course of action would be to garner a greater understanding of the limits to my abilities. In fact, I would like to put forward a request for immediate SCP classification. Sino: Good grief William, you know that is a very sudden thing to just spring upon me. I will have to forward your request to a RAISA operative before it even gets considered. SCP-7203: I eagerly await the results. Until then, I have to ask that you hold off on disciplinary action for the time being. Sino: That would be standard procedure, yes. SCP-7203: Excellent. That will be all then, thank you for your time. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7203's request for SCP classification has been reviewed and accepted by RAISA, testing is still necessary to determine Conwell's exact level of containment. Upon request, junior researcher Henry Orion has been appointed project lead. Initial testing logs - Close INITIAL TESTING LOGS Test 1A - 01/10/19 Purpose: Ascertain exact specifications and extents of SCP-7203's supposed abilities, and tangibility of summoned objects. Procedure: SCP-7203 was directed to manifest a coffee cup within the site cafeteria, and then fill it with water. SCP-7203 then commanded to ingest water from the cup. Results: Upon being instructed, SCP-7203 entered a brief trance-like state. Cameras placed in the site cafeteria detected a faint shimmer of blue light coming from within the male lavatory. Due to the absence of cameras within the restrooms, the phenomena was unable to be recorded. Following this, SCP-7203 made its way to the site cafeteria and retrieved the cup from the lavatory, completing the test without issue. The coffee cup manifested did not hold any anomalous properties, nor did any water ingested from within it, but notably had a design from a Disney film that had not yet been released. Analysis: 2 things about this experiment have garnered my attention: The coffee cup design, and the manifestation within the male bathroom. Something tells me that there is more to SCP-7203's abilities than previously suspected. Another round of testing should confirm this. - Henry Orion, Project Lead Test 2A - 01/11/19 Purpose: Follow through regarding the out-of-sight manifestation of the coffee cup during the previous test. Procedure: SCP-7203 directed to first summon a brick within a closed chamber which only he was within, and then summon a brick in a room covered with surveillance equipment. Results: SCP-7203 went through with the first part of the experiment as directed, and noted a shimmer of blue light from above him in the ceiling rafters. However, by the time he looked up to observe the phenomena, the brick had already completely manifested and the blue sheen had disappeared. Said brick proceeded to fall off of the rafters and directly onto the face of SCP-7203. SCP-7203, however, reported that the brick was light as a foam brick despite seemingly being fabricated out of shale and clay. Later composition analysis of the brick discovered the presence of air, as well as an unknown gaseous substance that dissipated into the air when the brick was dismantled. After being hit with the brick, SCP-7203 proceeded with the second half of the test and successfully manifested another brick within the surveillance chamber. Upon the initiation of the blue shimmer, all cameras placed into the room experienced heavy interference and were unable to record non-corrupt footage of the event. Summoned brick was retrieved and more carefully analyzed, revealing the summoned brick to have a much higher tensile strength than a standard construction brick. Gaseous substance was found to almost immediately solidify into a neigh unbreakable material when exposed to pure oxygen, but still retain its light weight. Synthesis of the materials required to create the gaseous substance has begun. Analysis: So my hypothesis appears to have been correct, and SCP-7203 manifested objects cannot be observed whatsoever. What concerns me more, however, is the pattern I am beginning to notice with said objects seemingly modified in some way. I have my own ideas about why this might be, but I will wait to share them until I can confirm their credibility. - Henry Orion, Project Lead Test 3A - 01/12/19 Purpose: Ascertain the exact nature of objects manifested via SCP-7203. Procedure: SCP-7203 is asked to manifest a standard Apple brand iPhone, of the most recent make and model. Results: SCP-7203 successfully manifests an object, with the characteristic blue shimmer emanating from a nearby vent. SCP-7203 walks over and pulls off the vent cover to retrieve the object, which is revealed to be a singular contact lens, although its exact purpose was not immediately obvious. SCP-7203 is then instructed to wear the lens, to which it begrudgingly accepts and places the lens upon its right eye. SCP-7203 is momentarily stunned and stumbles backwards, exclaiming that an interface akin to a mobile phone is being projected in front of him. The alleged interface is not present on any of the recorded footage, and is assumed to be projected directly onto SCP-7203's right eye. SCP-7203 takes a moment to calm down before explaining that it is able to interact with the holographic interface using his mind, although he remarks that there is a setting to instead use eyes to interact. After a few moments, SCP-7203 identifies the device layout to be most similar to that of an iPhone, and navigates to the settings app (which has had its icon replaced with circuitry, where there was previously clockwork). Within the application, SCP-7203 ascertains that the device is an "iLens 4", released in 2039 alongside the previous 3 models. Analysis: My personal theory has been proven correct once again, as it would seem that SCP-7203 is only capable of manifesting objects from the future. Now, with all this evidence compiled, I am excited to reveal my hypothesis on the true nature of SCP-7203. You should be able to find it within the next addendum, as I plan to convene with my peers at the Anomalous Chronology Department. - Henry Orion, Project Lead Anomalous Chronology Department meeting transcript - Close ANOMALOUS CHRONOLOGY DEPARTMENT MEETING TRANSCRIPT Date: 1/14/19 Subject: SCP-7203 Meeting Lead: Henry Orion Meeting attendees: Department Head James Sino, Senior Researcher Jeremiah Smith, Senior Researcher Abigail Holmes, +37 ACD staff [BEGIN LOG] The video log opens with most of the ACD staff already seated in the conference room, and as the remaining personnel shuffle in, Henry Orion turns on a projector and stands up to begin speaking. Henry Orion: This is our former co-worker, SCP-7203. Orion presses a button on the projector to begin the slideshow, the first slide being a photo of SCP-7203 Henry Orion: Or as many of you already know it, William Conwell. The room erupts into confused and worried discussion regarding this development. Orion clears his throat and begins speaking again once the room succumbs to tense silence. Henry Orion: I understand that this information comes as a shock to many of you, as SCP-7203 desired to keep this secret until the true nature of his anomalous properties were discovered, which is what I am here to discuss with you today. Orion switches to the next slide, which displays the three items manifested by SCP-7203 during the initial testing phase. Henry Orion: Can someone tell me what these three objects have in common? Tory Spanier, who is undergoing his foundation internship at the Department of Anomalous Chronology, raises his hand to answer the question. Henry Orion: Yes, Spanier? Tory Spanier: Sir, these objects are all things seen and used in daily life. Henry Orion: To the untrained eye, yes, however these objects hold a far greater importance than it may seem at first glance. Orion switches to the next slide, which displays the same three objects, but this time complete with overlaid captions which point out the abnormalities in each object. Henry Orion: As you can all see, there is another common pattern in all of these objects. None of them come from our time, carbon dating has revealed that the objects show no signs of atomic decay and I believe that they will resume the natural process of carbon decay when the time comes that they were pulled out from. James Sino: You don't mean to imply th- Henry Orion: Yes I do, James. My research has found that SCP-7203 is pulling objects from points in time that have not yet occurred for us. Not only that, but the method SCP-7203 uses to accomplish this is both shocking and time sensitive. The room once again returns to an unorganized heap of confused murmurs. Henry Orion: Please, calm yourselves, we aren't 5 years old. A collective murmur of agreement from the crowd before silence once more. Henry Orion: SCP-7203 is actually not anomalous. However, SCP-7203 is destined to create the world's first "time machine", which is going to prove revolutionary for this department. James Sino: And what is your evidence for this claim? Henry Orion: It has been a long standing belief by this department that the future is in a super-fluid state, and is only solidified when it becomes the present. However, the construction of a time machine is a monumental event which would've always happened since its creation at that point in the future. In other words, its creation would cause time to solidify around that point. And in even simpler terms, the creator of the time machine would be able to make decisions about how to use it in the current time, and have their future self carry out those actions. Henry Orion: For instance: The projector switches to a video displaying an excerpt from an interview with SCP-7203 Recording of Orion: So, what process do you go through when conjuring an item? Are there any limitations imposed on your ability? Recording of SCP-7203: Well there really isn't much to it. I just tell myself that I was to bring an item here, and then a couple seconds later it appears with that flash of blue light. To answer your second question, I can't seem to summon anything larger than a mini-fridge. When I try, nothing happens, no blue light or anything. It's almost like I am telling someone to manifest objects using my own thoughts. Recording ends Henry Orion: It is very clear to me that what SCP-7203 does when summoning an item is making a promise to itself to relocate an object from the time of the time-travel devices creation to some point further down, or hypothetically further up the time stream. Henry Orion: I think the implications are very clear. We are all aware of the bootstrap paradox, and the potential consequences lest it be left violated. My proposal is this: we continue to study SCP-7203 until it creates the time-travel device, then allow it to fulfill the guidelines of the bootstrap paradox to prevent a BVK-Class event. I will be taking questions now, as I imagine you all have many. [END LOG] Post meeting overview: The proposal to continue monitoring and studying SCP-7203 as well as allowing it to create the time-travel device when the time comes has been accepted by James Sino. Tests conducted following the interview have begun to narrow down the time at which SCP-7203 will create the device, and a list of all items needing to be transported back along the time-stream has been assembled. Footnotes 1. the Khonsu containment class denotes an object which is subject to imminent destruction due to uncontrollable circumstances |
SCP-7204 | keter | SCP-7204 and trainer, prior to her demise during Incident 7204-β. Item #: SCP-7204 Special Containment Procedures: The aquatic mammal containment tank housing the anomaly must contain no portals through which it could observe any space outside of its tank. The drainage and plumbing systems servicing the tank are to operate independently of all other adjacent infrastructure with pressure monitors being checked once every four hours. It has been determined that the continued deterioration of SCP-7204's mental faculties presents a danger to those personnel responsible for its care. To maintain its mental health, SCP-7204 is to be placed within a tank containing other non-anomalous dolphins on a bi-weekly basis. During socialization and feeding times, all lighting within the tank is to be dimmed in order to prevent SCP-7204 from making visual contact with Foundation marine biologist personnel. Description: SCP-7204 is a male adult dolphin, estimated to be approximately fifteen years old. It has a scar on its dorsal fin from a boat strike which took place prior to initial containment. When placed in an artificial habitat with a drainage system, an anomalous link forms between its blowhole and any drains or other comparable plumbing inside the tank. SCP-7204 is able to forcefully absorb matter within its visual perception field into its blowhole, after which the object will be transported through a spacetime portal before reappearing, miniaturized, inside the drainage system. This effect was originally noted by trainers at the [REDACTED] aquarium, who reported miniaturized versions of missing property appearing in the dolphin tank. The effect does not apply to everything in SCP-7204's visual perception, it appears to activate randomly or possibly based on SCP-7204's preferences1. Prior to the effect's activation, SCP-7204 will expel water from its blowhole. Objects or persons previously affected by its anomalous effect or which were present in the drain may be launched from SCP-7204's body during these blowhole expulsions. Foundation assets first became aware of SCP-7204 after four [REDACTED] aquarium trainers were reported as missing persons. Subsequently, biological matter believed to be trace human remains were found inside the dolphin tank drainage filter. Reports to law enforcement authorities alerted local Foundation agents, who secured SCP-7204 after verifying its anomalous properties. Excerpt from the Police Interview of [REDACTED] aquarium dolphin trainer Willard Stephens Record of Incident 7204-β Accessed OFFICER REYNOLDS: Is it normally your job to check the filters? STEPHENS: No. Allyson did that before she stopped showing up. But I was the only one left who knew how to change a cartridge without contaminating everything. OFFICER REYNOLDS: You did this alone? STEPHENS: Yeah, I usually do. I know what I'm doing and I don't appreciate people breathing down my neck who think they know better than I do. OFFICER REYNOLDS: Let's stay focused. You were changing the filters, it's something you do a lot. What was different this time? STEPHENS: I used to do freelance work for the school board. It looked like when the girls would flush their used… products, down the drains and get 'em clogged. OFFICER REYNOLDS: But this wasn't connected to the bathroom plumbing, correct? STEPHENS: That's when I saw them. I thought maybe they were the toys they sell in the gift shop. Little un-articulated plastic people, like army men wearing the blue wet suits. But these ones all had blood oozing out the mouth and eyes. But they weren't toys. I wish they'd been toys. They weren't toys. OFFICER REYNOLDS: So what were they? STEPHENS: Four one-inch corpses. They were stiff and cold and they smelled horrible. OFFICER REYNOLDS: Are you sure you're not mistaking it, maybe you saw something that smelled like death and imagined something in the moment? STEPHENS: I could still recognize their faces. I know them, I knew them. Allyson was my friend. Peter, we, everyone pitched in together to buy a cardboard cutout of him when he went on vacation to surprise him with when he came back, because we missed him so much. Gabe, Alex, what's crazier? That they were there, or someone made them again small and put real gore inside. OFFICER REYNOLDS: You've been through some serious trauma. We can pause for a moment if you need to ground yourself, maybe get a glass of water. STEPHENS: Yeah, sure. All subjects involved were amnesticized during the enactment of containment. Footnotes 1. Further research is necessary to determine whether or not SCP-7204 is capable of consciously creating the portal. |
SCP-7205 | esoteric-class | SCP-7205 as seen upon transition from real-space. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Access to SCP-7205 can only be obtained by conforming to a wide number of measurable averages. Although this list is not comprehensive and this is not the only known means of egress, entry to SCP-7205 can be reliably achieved when a person meeting all of the following requirements leaves a population center with the intent to reach the city of Leima, OH: Driver has been en route for at least 48-minutes, or, has covered a distance of at least 47-kilometers1. Driver is occupying a 'crossover' vehicle2. Driver is the sole occupant of the vehicle, and the vehicle contains one or no pets3. Driver is between the ages of 31 and 454. Driver has a personal income approximating 35,977 USD, or, is a member of a household with an approximate income of 67,521 USD5. Update: As the result of a research cooperation agreement, only one scientific observer is permitted at any given time. Any observers present beyond the single, designated unit will be treated by SCP-7205 as a statistical inclusion and are subject to the effects of the anomaly. CLASSIFIED OBJECT DESCRIPTION: SCP-7205 is the designation for the collective phenomenon affecting the city of Leima, which is nominally reported to be in central Ohio, USA. Within the boundaries of the city, all demographics and events are representative of 'the average American' on a per capita basis. This representation includes demographics and events which would normally deviate day-by-day but normalize over long periods of time, such as the birth rate and death rate. The city of Leima, OH has a reported population of 16,200 people. Although available information within SCP-7205 designates the object's location as approximately 80-kilometers northwest of Columbus, Ohio, observable geography does not support this conclusion. The city limits encompasses approximately 200 square kilometers and is bordered by a mountain range, a desert, a large body of salt water, a river, a region of rolling plains, a deciduous forest, and a salt flat. The specific direction in which these geographic features are located is variable, as well as their location relative to other geographic features. SCP-7205-1 is the designation for a 'probability engine' located in the geographic center of SCP-7205. This object is composed of a polished, black stone and resembles a railroad spike approximately 8 meters in height. The engine produces a significant amount of onto-kinetic radiation which is believed to be responsible for the edits to local space-time. These edits include changes to the personal history and physiology of residents in order to conform to expected statistical models, but has so far not extended beyond the boundaries of the anomaly. Transition into and out of SCP-7205 is closely regulated by an armed security force which reports to a 'Central Statistical Command'. This command office is located within city hall and is not accessible to the public. ADDENDUM 1: DISCOVERY On 23rd September, 2017 Agent Clinton Dureau left the Site-11 facility in Lansing, MI en route to rendezvous with a Level-1 research detachment in the Ohio River Valley. At 2h21m into Agent Dureau's journey, vehicle GPS stopped reporting location data and failed to respond to pings. A visual search was conducted for both the missing agent as well as his vehicle and returned no useful leads. On 15th May, 2022, almost five years after his disappearance, Agent Dureau and his vehicle began transmitting their location from a truck stop near White Sands, New Mexico. Contact was made and the agent and his vehicle were retrieved. The following is a debriefing interview with Agent Dureau. A full audio recording is available as an attachment to this file. ACCESS INTERVIEW LOG CLOSE AND RETURN Researcher: Ready when you are, Agent Dureau. Dureau: Alright, are we good to go? If I have to start this over for a third time I won't be a happy camper. Researcher: I promise; fresh batteries this time. Dureau: Okay. My name is Clinton Dureau, I'm a Field Investigator stationed at Site-11. I stumbled upon what is provisionally designated SCP-7205 quite some time ago. And…well, I'm here to report on that. I guess. Researcher: And we picked you up at White Sands National Park, some 1,600 miles from your last known location, almost five years later. Dureau: Eyup, that sounds about right. Researcher: Why don't you fill me in on the details of how you got from A to B? Dureau: Ohio has a funny way of doing that to a person. Researcher: Doing what, exactly? Dureau: Never mind, bad joke. The day I left is still very clear to me; I departed Site-11 at little after 08:30. Thermos of coffee, my typical driving tunes at the ready. I had an overnight bag with 2 sets of work clothes and 2 sets of casual clothes, toiletries, and very little else. I was driving Chevy Tahoe from the facility's vehicle bay and as far as I know it was an otherwise normal car. No weird features or experimental gadgets other than the cell antenna for data up-link. And somewhere around Toledo I just kind of…wasn't in Ohio anymore. Researcher: Is there a moment you can distinctly point to when you realized something was wrong? Dureau: Yeah, these cliffs. Big rocky cliffs with high-rise apartment buildings on them. I was not on the main highway; I came around this bend in the road out of a little forested valley and as soon as the trees cleared that stuff was just there. Ten or twelve story high-rise apartment buildings on top of some kind of seaside cliffs. I must have been easily 100 miles from Lake Erie at that point though, almost literally in the middle of nowhere. And then hey, high-rise on seaside cliffs. Researcher: Presumably you stopped for some investigation? Dureau: Not originally. I mean, yes, but I just needed gas. I pulled in at a roadside station and topped up. Old guy behind the counter gave me funny looks, kept eyeing my vehicle. But that's probably just hindsight talking. Anyway, I left and that's when I got mugged. Researcher: Beg pardon? Dureau: Yes, I was mugged at gunpoint. Two men met me outside of the gas station standing near my car. They were wearing some kind of security uniforms with vests over top. Badges that said 'CSC' in gold embroidery. Researcher: Is this the…'Central Statistical Command' from you report? Dureau: That's the one. The first guy hit me, cold cocked right in the eye. I fell down pretty hard and they took my wallet but they didn't even take the money out. I heard them say something to each other. It was all pretty fuzzy what because of the shot to the head, but I am certain it was something to the effect of 'might as well double up', and 'we're due on both'. Dureau: After that, they helped me to my feet, helped me brace against the wall, and then shot me in the shoulder at point blank range. That would be the point when I passed out. Researcher: Mugged and shot by the local security? Did they know you were Foundation? Dureau: Nah, there's no way they could have. I woke up hours later in a hospital, surgery already done, and apparently stable. From there I was allowed to recover and then assigned a temporary apartment while a job was arranged. Researcher: Why did you ask them for a job? Dureau: I didn't. I, well-…I wasn't allowed to leave. Researcher: Did they explain why not? Dureau: Did you know that Americans move states once every five years on average? [1h43 minutes of logistical details and miscellaneous testimony have been omitted.] ADDENDUM 2: IN MEDIA RES After the recovery of Agent Dureau a task force was dispatched to further investigate potentially anomalous activity within SCP-7205. Despite extensive reconciliation with available GPS data, as well as an exhaustive physical search, resources were unable to locate the city of Leima, OH. A second task force wave was dispatched attempting to more closely mirror the circumstances under which Agent Dureau went missing, patrolling the upper Ohio River Valley in teams of two and four agents. After three days, resources were unable to locate the city of Leima, OH. Containment specialists assigned to the investigation made a recommendation to assign task force agents to other priorities and conduct the search using less qualified employees with fewer specialize skills. Within the three-day allotted window for this investigation, a pair of field agents were able to re-discover SCP-7205 and successfully return with relevant information. Among objects recovered from the containment zone was a personal invitation from the Mayor of Leima to parlay with a single Foundation designee of our choosing. To Whom It May Concern, Your attempts to intrude upon our peace will remain fruitless and ultimately harmful to both institutions. I'd invite you to cease your search and adopt a more civil approach. Please, consider carefully a representative to explain your interest in our fair city and I will ensure their safe passage in and out of Leima. The Honorable J.D. Wiggins, Esq. ADDENDUM 3: NEGOTIATION On 1st July, 2022, Agent Clint Dureau was approved via special request to carry out the parlay with SCP-7205. Dureau was outfitted with relevant recording equipment and escorted to the rendezvous coordinates as designated by the invitation. ACCESS INTERVIEW LOG CLOSE AND RETURN Recording begins as Agent Dureau walks across the highway and enters into an SUV. He is flanked by two armed men wear CSC uniforms who sit on either side of him. The vehicle starts, turns toward SCP-7205, and enters the city. The camera records three different checkpoints as the vehicle enters the downtown area and comes to a stop outside of a cafe. This location has a direct view of both a central park as well as SCP-7205-1. Agent Dureau is escorted inside of the cafe where he is beckoned to a table against the front window by a man who appears to be in his mid-late 50's. He has salt and pepper hair, a well-maintained goatee, and is dressed in a charcoal gray three-piece suit with the jacket slung over the back of his chair. A steaming pot of coffee occupies the middle of the table; the man has already poured himself a cup before Agent Dureau's arrival. Dureau: Well, Mr. Wiggins, invitation received and here I am. We meet again. JD Wiggins: I must say I am pleasantly surprised that it's your face I get to see here across this table. And please, you know that just JD is fine. Dureau: Obviously this place and I have a unique relationship. I'm not sure 'unfinished business' is the right set of words to use but it's not too far off. JD Wiggins: I can appreciate that. Please, go ahead and pour yourself some coffee. Can I order you anything to eat? Dureau: That question actually…doesn't make sense. This isn't a time people normally eat. JD Wiggins: Smiles big as he raises his cup of coffee and takes a long sip. No, no it's not. But you're an outlier to our statistical model. Or at least now you are. Dureau: Me, personally? JD Wiggins: Sort of, yes. Clint, I think it's fair to say you never really embraced what we do here, right? Dureau: Definitely did not embrace it, no. You dehumanize people, you reduce them to statistics and demographics. You've eschewed each and every adjective from a human being except for the ones you have fabricated categories for. Why would I want to embrace that? You're not talking about the entire planet worth of people, this is just a few thousand souls who you're supposed to be looking out for. Their responsibility, your responsibility, is each other's welfare. Not…this. Not what you put me through. JD Wiggins: Nods as he puts the coffee back down and leans back in his seat. Yes, and that's why your presence here confuses me. There's no way they'd allow someone with such powerful bias to carry out this investigation. So I have to conclude you lied and omitted most things that happen here in your report. Is that true? Dureau: …Yes, they know very little. I understand what they value and they'd see the manipulation you command as a tool. JD Wiggins: And so you've come to poison the proverbial well. Dureau: If I can. Or if not poison it, to convince you that there is nothing to be gained from breaching the veil you've constructed. They're just going to fuck with your numbers. JD Wiggins: They can't, Clint. Dureau: Of course they can. If you knew them like I do you'd understand that they see potential value almost anywhere and th— JD Wiggins: No, Clint. They can't ruin anything. Do you even understand what it is you're orbiting here? How insignificant you are as an individual when compared to the calculus that underlies this thing and everything surrounding us? As a man, you will be married before your 30th birthday to a woman who is just shy of 28. After your wedding, your wife and the other women ages 18 to 44 will be responsible for your fair share of about 880 births each and every year. You'll keep rolling the dice until you get your 1.93 kids and all the while enjoying the safety and security that comes with the model we provide. Dureau: That's not my path, what's so hard to understand about that? Not to mention what you fill that last seven-hundredths with. JD Wiggins: That it is your path when you live here. We've taken away all the pain and hardship of not knowing what your future has in store for you, don't you see? Do you know how many young people would kill for the comforting knowledge they'll have a partner before 30 to raise a family with? Dureau: Ah, just going to ignore my second statement I see. And I suppose you just also conveniently ignore that '50% of marriages end in a divorce' statistic? JD Wiggins: We don't ignore it, it's just both incorrect and irrelevant. Dureau: And how is divorce irrelevant? JD Wiggins: I wouldn't let that happen to you. People who get divorced once are much, much more likely to get divorced again. Dureau: Wait, what do you mean by that? JD Wiggins: It's pretty self-evidence, isn't it? We stack up the divorces. It minimizes the number of people effected by the trauma and gives people like you the best odds of making a long, healthy, happy, relationship out of it. Dureau: But nobody needs statistics for that. That's up to me as a person. And my partner. It's in our hands, not a calculator's! JD Wiggins: While that's very poetic of you, it's indicative of a rational mind trying to make sense of an irrational world. You cannot handle the dissonance created by thinking any other way and so you've simply fallen back into a defense mechanism. Very understandable, but also ultimately crude. We can do better. Dureau: You think taking away the ability to determine your own story is somehow 'better'? JD Wiggins: That's not what we do at all. We simply…remove the extraneous bits that hold the gifted back. Dureau: At the cost of the well-being of everyone fucking else? JD Wiggins: Look, Clint, I very literally don't make the rules. The way we do things here is just a reflection. One in ten adults owes more than a grand in medical debt. One in one-hundred owes more than ten grand. Are you either of those? One in ten adults are in poverty, one in ten don't have health insurance, one in ten claim disability. Were you any of those? No, of course not. Dureau: You expect me to be thankful for that? Any one of those could happen to anybody and often times it's totally beyond their control! JD Wiggins: Not here it isn't. Not to people like you and me. Dureau: And what about 'me' makes me anything like you? Wiggins shrugs, silently, and takes another long sip of his coffee. JD Wiggins: I see the potential, Clint. It's just that simple. When I look at you I see a younger version of myself. Yes, a little bit physically, but the drive inside of you. Your ambition. Your passions. The same fabric that inspires and drives you also unites us. Like… Dureau: Like a son you never had? JD Wiggins: Yes, something like that. Dureau: So you cheated. Nominally for me, but mostly for yourself. To protect the people you like and heap the bad news on the ones you don't. Does that about sum it up? Look, (sighs long and hard) it's not that I am not grateful for good things that have happened to me. But enjoying the fruits of good things that come at the direct expense of another person's suffering? That's evil. By definition, that is evil. Do you not see that? JD Wiggins: These things happen in our world each and every day, Clint. The population of Leima is such that every five years there will be a homicide. This year, 16 people will be robbed, 40 people will be the victim of aggravated assault, 75 will be the victim of burglary, and 38 vehicles will be stolen. That's going to happen not by my doing or my compulsion, but because of human nature and the immortality in which we live. Am I evil for making that affect as few people as possible? Dureau: For that? No. But you choose someone and you decide that they must suffer. Chips fall where they may, at least random chance has a clear conscience. But you sit here in a three-piece suit casually telling me you've rigged the entire thing, and you don't lose a wink of sleep over it. JD Wiggins: 'Random chance' isn't a person and doesn't have a conscience. The universe doesn't care about you, Clint. It can't. But I can, and I do. Dureau: If that's the price then I wish you didn't. JD Wiggins: You're one of the lucky ones, Clint. It's easy to sling statements like that from atop your moral high-ground but you don't know what the muck is like. You're made for something else, something greater. Something that can only come from the advantages our model offers. Dureau: I thought I had everything here in Leima. But you opened my eyes to show me it was a lie. I thought that was bad enough, to have that realization and feel the joy of five year's of accomplishments turn to ashes in my mouth. But you tore my heart out all over again when you chose to take it away from me. To deport me. Emily, both of my daughters, our house, our neighborhood…my job, my friends, my life….We were just a statistic to you? I've said my piece. I want nothing more from you. JD Wiggins: You're here representing an organization that exists solely to hide behind the curtain and keep it shut. Yet out of the other side of your mouth you besmirch the fact I let you see behind this one? If your employer wants to keep talking, tell them to send someone more reasonable. Mayor Wiggins motions to personnel outside; The guards then enter the cafe to retrieve Agent Dureau. Dureau: Every town has that one rich asshole that wields all the power and sticks his finger in everyone's business. Lucky for you that you drew that lot, huh? JD Wiggins: And every town has that one rebellious kid raised with a silver spoon up his ass who cuts off his nose to spite his face. Luck has nothing to do with it. Dureau: It never did. Footnotes 1. The average amount of time an American spends in a car each day, and the average amount of mileage an American covers in a day respectively. 2. The classification of a "Crossover Sport Utility Vehicle" accounts for over 45% of all active passenger vehicles in the United States. 3. More than 76% of car rides are solo/alone 4. The median age of a US citizen is 38.6 years as of available 2020 census data. 5. These values reflect the median income as reported by the US Federal Government and are updated automatically by theFed.aic ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7205" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7205. Licensed under CC-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: leima.jpg Name: Lima, Peru Modern City Skyline Author: Serious Cat License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7206 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7206 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7206’s remains have been disposed of through a Foundation waste treatment facility. Description: SCP-7206 is a humanoid reality bender, residing in [REDACTED], United States. SCP-7206 is capable of transmuting any living being they directly perceive1 into almost any mundane material or object desired. SCP-7206 has shown to only be capable of creating items equal to, or smaller than the subject’s original size. Only items produced using SCP-7206’s abilities can be returned to their original state, despite being comparatively smaller. Discovery Log: SCP-7206 displayed no anomalous properties until three months before discovery. It is believed that SCP-7206’s anomalous properties manifested recently, having previously remained dormant. Anomalous activity was not immediately noticed, as SCP-7206 would use their abilities sparingly. SCP-7206's usage of their abilities occur irregularly, based solely on the needs or whims of SCP-7206 at the time. SCP-7206 has expressed neither distress nor concern towards their new abilities, utilizing them freely on civilians whenever they see fit. Further examination is needed to determine SCP-7206's exact personality file, although sociopathic tendencies are evident. Incident Log: The following is a list of noticeable incidents involving SCP-7206 prior to containment. All footage was recovered from surveillance cameras located in [REDACTED]. SCP-7206 waits in-line at a bus stop. The bus arrives, and SCP-7206 steps on. Bus driver: Two-fifty, pal. SCP-7206 reaches around in their pockets for several seconds, expressing frustration. SCP-7206: Oh for god’s sake. Hang on a sec. SCP-7206 turns around and looks at the civilian behind them. The person is transmuted into a dollar coin, which SCP-7206 catches in their hand. SCP-7206: Wait, not enough. SCP-7206 looks to the remaining civilians in line, who all stare in shock. Subjects have little time to react before being transmuted into individual coins. SCP-7206 mutters "Wait, no." and "Only one?" to themselves as they do. SCP-7206 counts the coins before handing them to the bus driver, who stares in disbelief. SCP-7206: Here you go. $2.75, right? SCP-7206 hands the coins to the driver, $3.00 in total. SCP-7206 steps onto the bus and takes a seat. The bus pulls away three minutes later. The driver quietly sobs throughout the entirety of the drive. SCP-7206 walks through a local park while eating an ice cream cone, which they accidentally drop. SCP-7206: Aww, damn it. SCP-7206 looks around, noticing a woman and a young boy, the latter of which is licking his own ice cream cone. SCP-7206 approaches the two. The boy is transmuted into an ice-cream cone identical to that which SCP-7206 dropped. SCP-7206 catches the cone, and begins eating it as they walk away. The woman approaches SCP-7206, visibly distraught. Woman: What- What did- What did you just do!? What did you do- Where is he!? WHERE IS HE!? What have you done!? SCP-7206 looks back at the woman, continuing to lick the ice cream cone. The woman stares directly at the cone, physically gagging as her face turns even redder. Woman: Give him- Change him back! SCP-7206 stares at the woman as they bite a large chunk out of the ice cream cone. SCP-7206: What? Woman: CHANGE HIM BACK! The woman reaches inside her bag. SCP-7206: Ok! Jeez… SCP-7206 causally tosses the ice cream cone onto the tarmac path. A second later, the young boy is restored. The woman immediately reaches down and embraces him, hugging him tightly and shaking. SCP-7206 walks off, before transmuting a nearby pigeon into another ice cream cone which they begin eating. Note: Medical examination revealed a noticeable decrease in the child’s brain matter and neural activity following the event. SCP-7206 walks up to a homeless woman taking shelter under a bridge. SCP-7206 smiles, before handing over three pizza boxes to her. The woman looks up at him, clearly set aback, but smiling. Homeless woman: Wow. I… Are you for real? SCP-7206 looks at her, smiles back, pulls out his phone, and takes a picture of them together. The woman is then transmuted into a cardboard pizza box identical to the other three, and SCP-7206 places it on top of the pile. SCP-7206 walks away. Note: Later investigations revealed that seven homeless people had been reported missing throughout the area. SCP-7206 approaches a bench and sits down. A man sits beside him, reading a newspaper. SCP-7206 looks around and sighs to themselves while fidgeting. After a few minutes, SCP-7206 turns and notices the man. The man transmutes into a soap bubble. SCP-7206 stares at the bubble floating around for a minute, before sighing again and walking away. The bubble floats towards a teenage boy, who pops it and smiles. The boy then reaches the bench and notices the fallen newspaper. He looks around. Teenage boy: Dad? Recovery Log: MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) were appointed for the recovery mission of SCP-7206. It was concluded that the best course of action would be to approach SCP-7206 stealthily, subdue them, and restrain the subject while unconscious. Use of excessive force was permitted if necessary. A Scranton Reality Anchor was placed within range of SCP-7206's apartment. On location personnel watching via agent's body-cam's would be instructed to activate the device upon indication of SCP-7206 becoming hostile. Agents were equipped with compact Realty Harnesses. The incident was recorded as follows: Agents unlock the door to SCP-7206's apartment and quietly enter. SCP-7206 lies alone on a sofa, watching a large television set. Empty wrappers and snack foods litter the carpeted floor. An agent steps on a piece of food, alerting SCP-7206. SCP-7206 turns around and jumps up, glaring at the agents. SCP-7206: Who are!? You pieces of- SCP-7206 vanishes. Post-incident Report: The exact reason for SCP-7206's transfiguration of itself is unknown. It has been speculated that the reality harnesses prevented SCP-7206's abilities to alter any of the agents, instead defaulting to the sole remaining feasible target, SCP-7206 themselves. Another conclusion suggests that SCP-7206 perceived their own reflection on the vizor of one of the agents, causing them to unwittingly think of themselves while choosing a target. The fecal matter resulting from the transfiguration was collected and later disposed of. Footnotes 1. See Recovery Log ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7206" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7206. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7207 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7207 Level3 Containment Class: sköll Secondary Class: draugr Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo ASSIGNED DEPARTMENTS PROJECT LEADS RCT-Δt, History, Parazoology, Anomalous Video-games Dr. Omiros Stanoti, Dr. Anton Seif, Dr. Ehsan Fadel, Dr. Hana Bezoušková Submerged SCP-7207. Photo was taken shortly before an incident on 8/7/2018 near the coast of Greece. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7207 is currently presumed to be both neutralized and active, due to its termination in 6th century AD. Because of this, the Classification Committee has decided on a dual Sköll1/Draugr2 containment class to better reflect this. Members of MTF Gamma-6 (“Deep Feeders”) are to respond to information provided by RCT-Δt. In addition to this, they are to monitor worldwide activities of SCP-7207 (especially in the area of the Mediterranean sea) and respond to any appearance of the entity. In the case of engagement with the entity, MTF members are to keep their distance and attempt to minimise the potential damage caused by SCP-7207. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7207 is a highly aggressive cetacean organism measuring approximately 13.5 metres. It is theorised to have originally belonged either to the Physeter macrocephalus3, the Orcinus orca4, or possibly even the Livyatan melvillei5 genus, but has since undergone rapid biological mutation which has rendered it unrecognizable. SCP-7207 is capable of rapid underwater movement and has been shown to almost entirely ignore physical damage caused by harpoons, bullets and torpedoes, as it regenerates at an abnormal rate. In addition to these physical abnormalities, the primary anomaly of SCP-7207, is its ability of spontaneous temporal relocation, which made it extremely difficult for Foundation agents to track and contain the anomaly. SCP-7207 however, seems to have very little control over this effect. The object is affected by a conceptual phenomenon which is believed to be linked to the Five Nights at Freddy's6 game franchise. (see ADDENDUM 7207.2) This seems to have been a side effect not intended by its creator, POI-7207. (see ADDENDUM 7207.4) ADDENDUM 7207.1: Discovery and History of Incidents SCP-7207 was first discovered by the Foundation after an incident involving a fishing boat in the Marmara sea, Turkey, on 26/7/1983. The sole survivor of the incident claimed a giant sea monster attacked the ship by lunging out of the water, then landing on top of it and proceeding to trash violently around until the ship started sinking. The man was amnesticised and the incident was framed as an engine explosion leading to the deaths of five people. The Foundation vessel SCPF-Mustafa was sent to investigate in the region but was unable to locate the creature and was given a different task after several months. One of the first known photographs of SCP-7207, taken on 7/10/1993 by a GOC operative. The second sighting of SCP-7207 was at first unknown to Foundation personnel, as the creature was encountered by operatives from the Global Occult Coalition on the 7th of October 1993 off the coast of Italy in the Tyrhenian sea.7 SCP-72078 was first picked up by the on-board sonar of the GOC vessel belonging to Strike Team "Ocean Thunder". Consequently, the creature has engaged it in combat as it repeatedly kept crashing into the ships hull from below. The operatives responded by opening fire from the on-board cannons as well as engaging torpedoes. After multiple hits, the creature seemingly gave up its pursuit and the incident was further investigated with the same result as the Foundation inquiry into this matter ten years prior. It wasn't until 2014, that three separate highly public instances of SCP-7207 related attacks were confirmed to occur. The first one was an incident from 8/8/2014 involving a civilian boat near the island of Corfu, close to the Greco-Albanian border, which led to 5 casualties. The second one occurred four months later in the Bosphorus Strait, just half a kilometer from the coast of Istanbul, Türkiye. This incident led to the first direct Foundation contact with the entity as Agents Sahan and Asani were present on scene and managed to take control of the situation by claiming government affairs. The third incident occurred on 15/3/2015, ten kilometres east of the city of Damascus, Syria. Locals reported seeing what they described as a massive whale dropping from the sky in the desert before quickly disappearing. The shape left by a massive object in the sand seems to confirm this report. Shortly after this, a meeting of several Foundation members was called by Dr. Omiros Stanoti, a member of the RCT-Δt9 to discuss information pertaining to SCP-7207. (see ADDENDUM 7207.2) ADDENDUM 7207.2: Transcript of a Department Meeting Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Dr. Omiros Stanoti, representative of Research and Containment Team Δt Dr. Ehsan Fadel, representative of the Department of History Dr. Anton Seif, representative of the Department of Parazoology, Marine Division Dr. Hana Bezoušková, representative of the Anomalous Art Department, Anomalous Video-game Division Dr. Stanoti: Thank you all for making it here on such short notice. Please make your introductions. I'll be with you in a minute. Dr. Sanoti is looking through his papers while the rest of the assembly is engaged in a conversation. Dr. Fadel: The pleasure is mine, Omiros. My name is Ehsan Fadel and I was sent here to represent the Department of History. Dr. Seif: Ehm, yes, nice to meet you all. I don't believe I've met anyone here before. Anton Seif, marine biologist. I've been told you requested me personally. Dr. Sanoti doesn't look up but speaks. Dr. Stanoti: Yes, I've requested all of you personally. Your names were on the folder. Dr. Bezoušková: What folder? Ehm, that's probably irrelevant. My name is Dr. Hana Bezoušková and- sighs I am representing the- the Anomalous Video-game Division. Dr. Fadel and Dr. Seif stare at her in disbelief for a moment. Dr. Bezoušková: I know, I know. Honestly, I also have no idea why I'm here. I mean, it's a whale and, like, there have been incidents with it for some time now. So all of you make sense but… why me? Dr. Stanoti: I assure you all that every person in this room is meant to be here. He stands up to pass a redacted copy of the RCT-Δt document on SCP-7207 to everyone. Everyone proceeds to read through it. Dr. Fadel: Is- is this a joke? I know how you in Delta T like to play jokes on us who experience time normally. Dr. Stanoti: It's no joke. SCP-7207 is a time-traveling whale from the future and we have a reason to believe its creation is approaching. Dr. Seif: Ehm… why? I mean, what makes you think that? Dr. Bezoušková: … no. You have got to be kidding me. Five Nights at Freddy's? That's why I'm here? Dr. Fadel: The what? Dr. Bezoušková: It's- it's a horror game. A pretty recent one. Why is this a thing? Dr. Stanoti: Sighs. I cannot share with you important details from your future but I can tell you what you already know. That this horror game is quickly becoming a global hit. Dr. Bezoušková: But- is it really that popular? How did it even- I mean, how is it even going to happen? Is the whale going to eat a cursed copy of the game or something? Dr. Fadel: Scoffs. Dr. Bezoušková: Don't laugh! This is serious! Sure it's also very stupid, but- goddamnit what can you tell us? Dr. Stanoti: Well,- Sighs. - I did a bit of research on the lore of this game and- Dr. Seif: The lore? What does that even mean? Dr. Bezoušková: Oh don't tell me. It's about Purple Guy,10 right? Is- is this being recorded? I don't want people reading this to think I play FNAF11 in my off-hours. Dr. Stanoti: Yes, this has to do with the killer character. And the meeting is unfortunately being recorded. Dr. Bezoušková: Because I don't play it. I don't have time for that. I just occasionally watch people play games. I do it for research purposes! Dr. Fadel: Anyway. Could you please describe what this game is about? I think it might be enlightening. Dr. Seif: Yes, please. That would be really helpful. Dr. Bezoušková: But- I have no idea what the story of the game has anything do to with a murderous whale! Other then the fact, that you told me it is, and than that the whale is purple! Dr. Stanoti: Well, we do have a reason to believe an anartist, who we'll call POI-7207, is responsible for anomalously enhancing the creature in some manner. However, we have no clue as to what its real capabilities are. It seems to be able to travel through time as well as regenerate from extensive amounts of damage. Dr. Bezoušková: Alright, how do you know it has anything to do with an indie horror game about a haunted pizzeria? Dr. Seif: Is that what the game is about? Dr. Stanoti: Ignores Dr. Seif and answers to Dr. Bezoušková. We- we know because the artist told us. In the future. That's not anything you need to concern yourselves with. Your goal is to capture the whale before it kills again. ADDENDUM 7207.3: Historical Evidence It is now believed that the first historical record of SCP-7207, was made by the 6th century byzantine historian Procopius in his "Books of Wars" describing what seems to be an account of SCP-7207's termination. The Department of History has deemed the information in this document to be too vague to require censorship. It was at this time also that the whale, which the Romans12 called Porphyrius13, was caught. This whale had been annoying Byzantium14 and the towns about it for fifty years, not continuously, however, but disappearing sometimes for a rather long interval. And it sank many boats and terrified the passengers of many others, driving them from their course and carrying them off to great distances. It had consequently become a matter of concern to the Emperor Justinian to capture this creature, but he was unable by any device to accomplish his purpose. But I shall explain how it came to be captured in the present instance. It happened that while a deep calm prevailed over the sea, a very large number of dolphins gathered close to the mouth of the Euxine Sea. And suddenly they saw the whale and fled wherever each one could, but the most of them came in near the mouth of the Sangarius. Meanwhile the whale succeeded in capturing some of them, which he swallowed forthwith. And then, either still impelled by hunger or by a contentious spirit, it continued the pursuit no less than before, until, without noticing it, it had itself come very close to the land. There it ran upon some very deep mud, and, though it struggled and exerted itself to the utmost to get out of it as quickly as possible, it still was utterly unable to escape from this shoal, but sank still deeper in the mud. Now when this was reported among all the people who dwelt round about, they straightway rushed upon the whale, and though they hacked at it most persistently with axes on all sides, even so they did not kill it, but they dragged it up with some heavy ropes. And they placed it on waggons and found its length to be about thirty cubits, and its breadth ten. Then, after forming several groups and dividing it accordingly, some ate the flesh immediately, while others decided to cure the portion which fell to them. — Procopius, Gothic Wars, Book VII, 29. ADDENDUM 7207.4: Investigation of POI-7207 WARNING! This file is only accessible to RCT-Δt Personnel as it contains time-sensitive data! Submit RCT-Δt Credentials for Access to this Log -Close Interview Audio Recording Transcript Foreword: Agents of RCT-Δt managed to track the origin of SCP-7207's temporal signature to 7/11/2023. Larger Foundation was alerted to the incident as it was happening per standard RCT-Δt protocol.15 An MTF was dispatched on-site and managed to successfully capture POI-7207 "Anette Williams" just after she created SCP-7207. Below is an interview conducted by Dr. Omiros Stanoti shortly after POI was brought into Foundation custody. Dr. Stanoti: Good morning, miss Williams. Is there anything I can do for you before the interview begins? POI-7207: Well, that's- Didn't expect that. Subject is silent for a bit. Cup of tea maybe? Dr. Stanoti: Very well. He gestures to one of the guards to bring a cup of water. Now, shall we begin? POI-7207: Ehm… sure? I mean, I guess. Dr. Stanoti: I am happy to hear that you are comfortable. Could you please start by telling me why you did what you did? POI-7207: And… what did I do, exactly? Dr. Stanoti: Miss Williams, please. We have taken everything in your workshop. We have your construction plans, texts and a corkboard documenting every whale incident on the planet for the last fifty years. POI-7207: So what? Dr. Stanoti: We know that you took a whale and experimented- POI-7207: Enhanced it. Dr. Stanoti: … how exactly did you enhance it? POI-7207: Poor thing was hurt. Would never survive on its own in the wild. I made it better. Dr. Stanoti: Please elaborate. POI-7207: It's faster now and more vicious. If anyone tries to mess with it- Laughs. Well, they sure can try. Dr. Stanoti: From the evidence we've gathered, it seems you performed some kind of ritual. Is that true? POI-7207: Yeah I did that. Found some books I thought might be useful. Tweaked the parameters a bit and voilà! Dr. Stanoti: You've done this before? POI-7207: No, not on this scale anyway. It was mostly smaller stuff. Conceptual linking can be such a pain to learn on your own. But what else can a girl do, when people like you have all the teachers locked up or dead? Dr. Stanoti: You are proud of what you did. POI-7207: Of course I am. Yeah sure, you've caught me, but art cannot be silenced. Dr. Stanoti: You call this art. What kind of statement are you making? POI-7207: That humans cannot just take what they want from nature! Dr. Stanoti: … Is that all? POI-7207: Yes?! What more do you need?! Dr. Stanoti: Please calm down, I am just trying to wrap my head around it. So, you claim that you gave a whale murderous instincts and the ability to time-travel because you wanted to make an eco-activist statement against… whaling? POI-7207: Yeah? Dr. Stanoti: Alright. He marks her answer. Now, could you please explain how you achieved this? POI-7207: Scoffs. You wouldn't get it. Your types never do. Dr. Stanoti: Try me. POI-7207: Alright, dude. So, the books described the idea of conceptual linking. It's when you take one thing and make it be kinda like another thing. Dr. Stanoti nods and gestures for her to continue. POI-7207: So, anyway. I was watching this show about time-travel and I thought that would be really cool to do, but I didn't want to experiment on myself, because my body is a temple, you know? Dr. Stanoti: So you gave the whale that ability. POI-7207: No, I'm getting there. So I thought, maybe I should experiment with something a little smaller. Like, how would time-travel even work? It doesn't exist in real life. So, first, I wanted to do a soul transfer. Dr. Stanoti: How does that relate to anything? POI-7207: Well, because that's a real thing. Jeez. So anyway, that's when I decided to give the whale the consciousness of a serial killer. Dr. Stanoti: You- you did what? POI-7207: Relax, doctor. It's not a real serial killer. I transferred the conceptual- what was the word… Conceptual likeness? Anyway, I gave it the conceptual likeness of the bunny killer from FNAF. Dr. Stanoti: Ehm, I'm not sure I understood you. Could you repeat that? POI-7207: Five Nights at Freddy's? The video-game? Dr. Stanoti: I'm not sure I've heard of it. POI-7207: The movie just came out! Have you been living under a rock? Dr. Stanoti: I don't think that's relevant. Please explain how the whale acquired the ability of temporal travel. POI-7207: Oh yeah, well, so I may have been in the middle of the ritual when I noticed your men in black coming… And I tried to use my powers to escape. Got desperate. Tried creating a time portal or something. I said I thought it was cool! Dr. Stanoti: … Miss Williams, please, this is very important. Can you tell me how you managed your escape? Any details? POI-7207: Nope. Scoffs. Told you I've got zero clue how time-travel works. ADDENDUM 7207.5: Archeological Evidence A partial picture of SCP-7207, taken on 16/12/2021. On 5/7/2022 an archeological digsite was excavated after tracking numerous temporal signatures to a location close to the Bosphorus. The age of the excavated fossils is determined to be around 2 million years ago which matches the temporal signature. The skeletal remains of four human bodies have been discovered in an area of 3 square meters alongside the incomplete skeletons of the following animals: Gallus domesticus,16 Oryctolagus cuniculus,17 Vulpes vulpes,18 and Ursus arctos.19 The human remains, as well as the animal bones, appear to be arranged and posed in a specific manner consistent with artistic intent. A fifth human skeleton, badly damaged and incomplete, was also found nearby and it is currently believed that the "art piece" was left unfinished by the termination of SCP-7207 in the 6th century AD. (see ADDENDUM 7207.3) UPDATE: SCP-7207 has been briefly sighted on 23/11/2023 close to the archeological digsite. Personnel present reported that it looked as if it was "rotting" with many scars and wounds on its body. One member of the archeological team claimed to have seen "large parts of metal" sticking out of it before it sank underwater. This description is not consistent with any sighting of the entity. Further research is required. Footnotes 1. Item is in a process that will result in neutralization, indefinite breach, or both. 2. Item is considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. 3. Sperm whale. 4. Killer whale. 5. An extinct species of large predatory whales. 6. Originally a point-and-click horror game developed in 2014. It has since gained significant pop-culture recognition with many sequels, merchandise and spin-offs. 7. This information was later gained through joint cooperation between both organisations. 8. GOC Codename: KTE-4237-Red-Cetus 9. A Foundation agency tasked with combating temporal anomalies. 10. A popular nickname for a serial killer character from the game franchise. 11. Acronym: Five Nights at Freddy's 12. Byzantines. 13. Greek: Πορφύριος. Porphyra meaning purple. 14. Constantinopole, today's city of Istanbul. 15. Due to the delicate nature of spacetime continuum, RCT-Δt takes extra precaution when dealing with already established temporal events, so as to not create more problems than necessary. 16. Domesticated chicken. 17. European rabbit. 18. Red fox. 19. Brown bear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7207" by Utylike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7207. Licensed under CC-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-7208 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7208 Level 4/7208 Classified Partially mapped portion of SCP-7208. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7208 is INTRINSICAXIOMATIC to a majority of PATTERNSCONSTRUCTS that make up baseline reality. As a result, the disruption of SCP-7208 or any of its constituents is to be avoided. Due to the NATUREPERSONALITY of SCP-7208, it may only be described using inherently nebulous language, such as semiotic pataphors,.Descriptions that employ concepts of adjacent or fundamentally disparate connotation in order to construct novel concepts with broader implications, or to approximate concepts that RESIDEFESTER outside the Nöosphere. terms with many or contradictory definitions, and motifs which serve to make BRIEFINGSYMBOLISM more ambiguous, but are otherwise IRRELEVANTNEGLIGIBLE to SCP-7208 as a whole. In general, SCP-7208 may not be CONVEYEDWOVEN using concepts that suppose any BELITTLINGSUPPRESSIVE connotation, nor may it be REFERREDALLUDED to using any designation other than “SCP-7208,” which inherently expresses no meaningful connotation as to the significance of SCP-7208. Information about SCP-7208 is limited to personnel with Level 4 Clearance or higher; further research has been suspended indefinitely. Personnel are advised to avoid DIVININGCONCEIVING SCP-7208 any unique or specific definition. All personnel directly involved in the OBSERVATIONSUPERVISION of SCP-7208 are to be screened biweekly for indications that they have attempted, consciously or unconsciously, to UNRAVELFATHOM SCP-7208 or any of its elements. Personnel who understand SCP-7208 are to be terminated immediately. Description: SCP-7208 is the RHAPSODYTAPESTRY of concepts that preside over luck. SCP-7208 has only been partially analysed, due to its aforementioned NATUREPERSONALITY. The portions known to the Foundation correspond to the concepts of probability, randomness, circumstance, and SERENDIPITYSYZYGY. ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver, director of the analysis of SCP-7208 until its indefinite suspension, is currently held in a standard humanoid containment cell until further notice. From the limited portions of SCP-7208’s TOPOLOGYCATEGORY, it was hypothesised that SCP-7208 PERMEATESDOMINATES up to █8.14% of the Nöosphere in such a way that it at least partially intersects with human concepts of faith, hope, intention, and CREATIVITYFREEDOM. As a result, SCP-7208 and its constituents are directly impacted by a subject’s interpretation of their meaning. This is somewhat ALLEVIATEDREMEDIED by SCP-7208's special containment procedures, namely the use of pataphors, which effectively prevent subjects from constructing a coherent mental picture of the RHAPSODYTAPESTRY onto which they may, consciously or unconsciously, suppose their own VERSESTITCHING. Changes in SCP-7208 or its constituents are directly reflected in baseline reality. One such reality restructuring event.τὰ ἐπὶ τὰ μεταφυσικά has occurred. (see: Incident-7208-π) Director ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver is not to be identified using any specific or unique designation other than the duonym which was retroactively APPENDEDSEWN to her IDENTITYVOLITION following the events of Incident-7208-π . ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver directed a temporary research team assigned to analyse the portions of the Nöosphere corresponding to human CREATIVITYFREEDOM. Her discovery and subsequent partial TOPOLOGICALCATEGORICAL analysis of SCP-7208 has allowed the Foundation to develop an iterative framework for determining the outcomes of random or otherwise anomalous events to an arbitrary degree of accuracy,.Monkeys and typewriters. designated Protocol-7208-ρ "Rhapsody." Incident-7208-π: Notice: The following audio transcription was recovered from security footage captured in the Director ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver's office. [knocking is heard from the door] ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "Come in?" [a civilian identified as Andrew Taylor enters the room] ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "I hope what you’re about to tell me is important." Andrew: "I am sick and tired of this entire project." ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "You came to me just to complain?" [Andrew approaches ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver's DESKLOOM] Andrew: “Do you think you can blame me when all our research has been nothing but prancing around a single data structure, pretending that if we think about it as little as humanly possible, we might be able to draw it out of its shell enough to catch it in a jar, all so the Foundation can shake it up every time reality isn’t tickling its fancy?” ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "Andrew, you know very well our protocols and our rules regarding SCP-7208, I suggest you–" [Andrew slams both of his hands against the DESKLOOM] Andrew: "I know very well our pedantic platitude horseshit." ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "Andrew." Andrew: "Are we playing hard-to-get with a memeplex? Why can’t we just nail this thing on the head and get our framework over with?" ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "We can't." Andrew: "Why? Why can’t we? What’s the matter?" ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "Were you present during any of our briefings?" Andrew: “Oh please, pretend I wasn’t.” [a pause; ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver is seen burying her face in her hands, groaning] ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "We were all assigned by Foundation executives to look inside the Nöosphere at the idea, or the concept, or whatever of human CREATIVITYFREEDOM. What we found clung, or attached, or sucking up to it was a piece of a much bigger idea. When we mapped out more and more of it, we found it was just dissolved, just woven into reality as a whole, and because it was intersecting with CREATIVITYFREEDOM of all things, we couldn’t make any assumptions about it whatsoever, or else those assumptions would have become the de facto truth." [Andrew is seen stepping back from the DESKLOOM] Andrew: "So we understand it more so we can understand it less?" ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "It would be best if we don’t understand it at all, but it appears to be necessary if we want to get any use out of it." Andrew: "What use does it have if we can’t meaningfully interact with it in a way that doesn’t jeopardise our existence?" ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "That’s still to be determined. I strongly urge you to get back to your research and help everyone figure that out." Andrew: "You have to be fucking–" [Andrew approaches the door] ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver: "Where are you going?" Andrew: "This is not worth the amount of time you put into it; it’s consuming you. I’m not going to be part of a stupid fucking passion project." [Andrew exits the room] In the hour following the time of recording, all research of SCP-7208 was terminated. During the reassignment of personnel, it was found that no researcher named Andrew Taylor had ever CONTRIBUTEDSUBMITTED to the research of SCP-7208. Director ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver was discovered PEACEFULCOMATOSE in her office, and immediately admitted to the Foundation’s on-site infirmary. ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver is an integral constituent of SCP-7208 ’s overall structure. Her continued well-being is INTRINSICAXIOMATIC to the integrity of SCP-7208, and Foundation efforts are currently aimed toward methods of prolonging her LIFEDREAM in containment. Access Addendum-7208-ρ (Level 5 Clearance Required) Hide Addendum-7208-ρ Protocol-7208-ρ “Rhapsode”: Using findings detailed in ABIGAILAMELIA Weaver’s initial reports regarding SCP-7208, the Foundation has developed an iterative ludometric framework which can DETERMINEDETERMINE the outcomes of otherwise unpredictable circumstances. This is ACHIEVEDIMAGINED by generalising a circumstance into a family.∀A∀B[∃X:X∈A⇔X∈B]⇒A=B of ANALOGOUSSYNONYMOUS designations, which are subsequently fed into SCP-7208. In response, SCP-7208 will produce an array of possible events. The ludokinetic potential of each event is assigned a range of values according to a blatancy scale centred at 0.0 Jarries,.One Jerry Jarry is defined to be a dimensionless unit of ludokinetic potential, equivalent to exactly how obvious it is that the sky is blue and not red. where negative values are deemed impossible or illogical. Personnel are reminded that measuring events to a single value will inherently alter them as a result of their perceived certainty. Experiment-7208-ρ001: Intention: To accurately predict the numeral that a twenty-sided die lands on prior to rolling. Summary: The act of rolling a d20 die was generalised into a collection of designations, all of which were fed into SCP-7208. The outcomes produced by SCP-7208 converged upon "7." The die was rolled, and it landed on "7." This experiment was repeated fourteen more times, each time converging upon the correct outcome. Measured Potential: 0.9–1.3 Jarries Comments: Non-integer values and values outside the range a d20 die is capable of landing on were both produced, all of which were measured to have negative ludokinetic potential. The experiment has been judged to be successful. Experiment-7208-ρ002: Intention: To accurately predict the arrangement of a deck of 52 playing cards prior to shuffling. Summary: The concept of a shuffled deck of cards and the act of shuffling were both generalised and fed into SCP-7208. The resultant outcomes converged upon one arrangement, which matched the arrangement that was later produced. The experiment was repeated using various other shuffling methods, such as overhand shuffling, cutting and rifling the deck, and the casino wash. Measured Potential: 1.7 – 2.2 Jarries Comments: Arrangements which contained too few or too many cards, as well as arrangements that contained duplicate cards, were produced, all of which measured to have negative ludokinetic potential The experiment has been judged to be successful. Experiment-7208-ρ003: Intention: To accurately predict the date and time of future seismic activity in Anchorage, Alaska. Summary: The concept of an earthquake was generalised and fed into SCP-7208. The outcomes produced by SCP-7208 converged upon 23-08-20██ at 3:34 PM. The city of Anchorage was evacuated one day prior to the projected event. A magnitude 6.8 earthquake occurred at the exact date and time DETERMINEDDETERMINED by SCP-7208. Measured Potential: 2.5 Jarries Comments: The Foundation is currently investigating the application of Protocol-7208-ρ in proactive responses to on-site containment breaches. Experiment-7208-ρ004: Intention: To accurately predict whether a pattern created in John Conway’s “Game of Life".It is impossible to mathematically determine whether a pattern will halt; the problem is understood to be undecidable. will halt. Summary: Randomly generated patterns were fed directly into SCP-7208, which correctly DETERMINEDDETERMINED their respective stabilities. Patterns which are already understood to halt or not were excluded. Measured Potential: 4.0 Jarries Comments: The Foundation is considering the application of Protocol-7208-ρ for other likewise undecidable problems in mathematics. Experiment-7208-ρ005: Intention: To DETERMINEDETERMINE the outcome of a lottery ticket prior to playing. Summary: The concept of purchasing and playing a lottery ticket was generalised and fed to SCP-7208. The first lottery ticket played was DETERMINEDDETERMINED to win a jackpot of 25 million USD. Measured Potential: 38.5 Jarries Comments: Access to Protocol-7208-ρ has been restricted to personnel with Clearance Level 5 or higher. Experiment-7208-ρ006: Intention: To DETERMINEDETERMINE exactly when SCP-106 will next breach containment. Summary: SCP-106 breached containment, causing ██ casualties and widespread damage to on-site infrastructure. Measured Potential: 52,087.0 Jarries Comments: All SERENDIPITYSYZYGY using Protocol-7208-ρ has been terminated. Addendum 7208-ρ: Upon reviewing all available documentation pertaining to SCP-7208 and Protocol-7208-ρ, it has been DETERMINEDDETERMINED that SCP-7208 an intranarrative.A narrative that is primarily influenced by its own characters. meme complex whose central theme is "perception is reality, and reality is perception," reflected in its conflation and subsequent reinforcement as a Nöospheric entity by Foundation personnel. Any and all interaction with SCP-7208 has been DETERMINEDDETERMINED to cause retroactive alterations to baseline narrative, corresponding to assumptions related to SCP-7208 itself, its constituents, individuals directly involved in researching SCP-7208, and SERENDIPITYSYZYGY. All personnel directly involved in the OBSERVATIONSUPERVISION of SCP-7208 are to be amnesticised as soon as possible in order to mitigate the risk of an ∀K-Class "Immersion Break" Narrative Collapse Scenario. The Foundation has concluded that luck is inherently pataphysical. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7208" by Agent Henson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7208. Licensed under CC-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-7210 | euclid | nonumb3rs WELCOME TO GHOSTPOST, NEW USER! ComposeInbox From: Anonymous Sender Subject: For your eyes only. 1 minute ago Show message Hide message Hello. If you're reading this, then this email is for you. No one else. I don't know how long this will take to get to you. I don't have enough time to properly introduce myself. I've attached the document they've written about me. Hopefully it explains everything. I'm sorry. I love you. Item#: 7210 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo A previously discovered entrance to b2-7210. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7210 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-7210 is to be provided with appropriate sustenance and monitored for any changes in behavior or abilities. No direct communication with SCP-7210 is to be initiated without approval from Level 4 personnel. b2-7210, and more specifically, SCP-7210-1, are to be monitored 24/7 with a variety of forms of surveillance, such as, but not limited to, visible CCTV security cameras, hidden microphones, and a multitude of hidden cameras. Upon the beginning of every night in b2-7210, the stars visible in the sky are to be counted using advanced algorithmic celestial-object imaging technology. If the amount of stars visible differs from 4544 on any given count, all entrances to b2-7210 are to be immediately located and sealed. Description: SCP-7210 is an anomalous humanoid entity, exhibiting no discernible physical characteristics to differentiate it from an average human being. SCP-7210 displays above-average intelligence, scoring an average of 129 IQ on various tests. Although SCP-7210's anomalous abilities are still under investigation, a few important abilities have been noted. The ability to produce tears of an extremely acidic nature, enough to cause second-degree burns on human flesh. The anomalous lack of a need for sleep. The ability to 'spectate' different dimensions that branch off of baseline reality. The ability to create pocket dimensions..Assumed, given the discovery of b2-7210. The ability to manifest as a stellar object in said pocket dimensions when observing them. The ability to populate said pocket dimensions with artificially conscious entities..Assumed, given the discovery of SCP-7210-1. The ability to communicate with the outside world. The ability to physically travel between its pocket dimensions and baseline reality. SCP-7210-1 is a non-anomalous artificially conscious entity observed in SCP-7210's only discovered pocket dimension, b2-7210. SCP-7210-1 displays a remarkable similarity to SCP-7210's physical appearance, mannerisms, and accent, however differs in its personality, and vocabulary. SCP-7210-1 is not capable of any of the same anomalous effects that SCP-7210 is, and does not seem to be aware of SCP-7210, nor of its constructed surroundings or life. SCP-7210 appears to have developed a pseudo-parental relationship with SCP-7210-1, which has, on multiple occasions, led to increased protectiveness regarding SCP-7210-1, separation anxiety when disallowed access to spectating b2-7210, and an innate desire to communicate with and "raise" SCP-7210-1. As such, the Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee are tasked with boosting SCP-7210's morale and mood in order to promote ethical and safe research of SCP-7210's anomalous abilities, and minimize symptoms of depression and separation anxiety. SCP-7210 is under strict orders to never communicate with SCP-7210-1, due to raised security concerns regarding the security of allowing an SCP to access and communicate with a pocket dimension that near-identically mirrors the outside world. Recently, SCP-7210 has been consistently requesting a chance to contact a researcher. Upon review with the Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee, this meeting has been granted. However, given the SCP's history of contempt for SCP researchers, the meeting will be conducted under the strict orders that it must be limited to five minutes, and that there must be a tempered-glass screen separating SCP-7210 and the interviewer to prevent physical violence. Date: 31/01/2023 Researcher: Researcher Norman McMurphy Subject: SCP-7210 BEGIN LOG McMurphy: Good morning, SCP-7210. You've requested this meeting, and I'm here to answer your questions and hopefully clear up any confusion you might have. It's just me, a guard, and our head researcher assigned to you here to make sure everything goes according to plan. All good? 7210: Yeah… yeah, all good. McMurphy: Great. And, I'm sure you're already aware of the rules; no violence, no mind games, and no 'negotiation' about your containment situation. Got it? 7210: OK. McMurphy: Great. He clears his throat, crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. McMurphy: Go ahead. 7210: Who are you? McMurphy: We're the SCP Foundation. We can't tell you anything else. Next question. 7210 shakes its head and sighs. 7210: Why am I here? McMurphy: You're anomalous. You defy the laws of all— well, all known laws, really. And we're here to find out what you're capable of. 7210: Then why are you hurting me? McMurphy sighs. McMurphy: We're not trying to hurt you. We just need to know more about you. The real world is dangerous for you, and you for it. We need to protect you, in here. Understand? 7210: But I didn't choose to be this way! McMurphy: How's that? 7210: I made mistakes. And now you're hurting me for it. McMurphy: Well, look on the bright side. We've got another SCP here that we're trying to dissolve in acid, and you get free food, free housing, and you got people studying you every day of the week. Doesn't it make you feel special? Isn't it better than living out in the real world, where you'll be judged? 7210: I'm special? Then why am I treated like a prisoner? McMurphy: We're sorry if you feel that way. Genuinely, we are. If there's anything we can do to improve your living conditions, then let us know. (catching himself) But we can't give you a bigger cell. There's not enough space for it as it is. You're free to decorate your cell, though, make it feel like home! Just tell us what you want to order in and we'll hang it up for you. 7210: You stripped me of my second chance. McMurphy: Look. I get it. I get that you're scared, and I get that you want out. But we can't just… let anomalies out. The world, they don't know people like you can even exist. Like I said, we're protecting you from them. So, I'm sorry, but you can't leave here. That's why we have departments like the AH&P ensuring that you're as healthy and as happy as you can be. 7210 shakes its head. 7210: Do you know why I'm "anomalous", as you call it? Do you even intend to know? Do you even care about what I did to end up here, or do you want to avoid any ounce of empathy whatsoever? McMurphy: No. That's not it. If you want to tell us, then we'd be happy to know. That's just… not our primary focus at the moment. McMurphy sits in silence. McMurphy: Out there, in the real world, you'd have a different kind of prison. People fear what they don't understand, and they'd try to control you or worse. And hey, it's not just folks like you. We all feel a bit trapped out there from time to time. At least in this place, the laws from outside don't apply. Laws of physics, laws of the government. It's fun. 7210 appears immensely frustrated. 7210: And I'm the one playing mind games? McMurphy: That your last question? 7210 bangs the table with its fist. McMurphy (sternly): Hey. Calm down. 7210 sinks its face into its palms. Approximately nine seconds pass in complete silence. McMurphy sighs. McMurphy: The five minute mark has been reached. I'm sorry, SCP-7210. END LOG Following the meeting, the Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee raised concerns regarding SCP-7210's mental health and wellbeing. As such, three physical examinations were conducted to accurately determine the health of SCP-7210. Examination 1 Date: 2/02/2023 Observations: Anomaly accepted breakfast, lunch and dinner. Anomaly is healthy, physically fit, but shows mild signs of depression. Recommendations: Prescribe anti-depressants. Examination 2 Date: 7/02/2023 Observations: Anomaly accepted breakfast, lunch and dinner. In order to boost morale, supper was served, deviating from the pre-established meal plan. However, upon serving, anomaly was sitting in a corner of its cell, and did not respond to researchers. Anomaly is healthy, physically fit, but continues exhibiting signs of depression. Severity of these symptoms has also increased. Recommendations: Increase dose of anti-depressants. Organize activities to keep anomaly engaged, active, and healthy. Examination 3 Date: 11/02/2023 Observations: Anomaly accepted breakfast, lunch and dinner. However, it refused any participation in physical activities, and expressed a desire to return to its cell and be left alone. Request was granted when anomaly began showing signs of anxiety and frantic behavior. Anomaly spent the rest of the day in a corner of its cell. Recommendations: Hold a therapy session. Upon the request of the Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee, a therapy session held by Site-17 therapist Lucille Chapman was organized. Date: 13/02/2023 Therapist: Dr. Lucille Chapman Client: SCP-7210 Chapman: Okay, I've just started the camera, is that okay? 7210 nods. Chapman: Great! We can get started then. How are you today, SCP-7210? 7210 shrugs. Chapman: And how have you been feeling these past few days? 7210: Shit. Chapman: I'm sorry to hear that. Would you be comfortable explaining why that might be? 7210 sighs. 7210: Not really. Chapman: I understand that. But if you tell me, it'll help me understand your situation some more, and it'll allow me to help you feel better here. 7210 rolls its eyes. Chapman: It helps both of us if you tell me why you feel this way. And remember, this is completely private. Feel free to spill anything and everything. 7210: Then what's the camera for? Chapman: This session is being recorded so that I can look back on this in the future, and assess what the best option is for you moving forward, without wasting time taking notes. I promise you, no one else will ever see this. 7210 sighs. 7210: I don't know. I don't want to give this glorified prison or the people who work for it more info about my life. No offence, I just don't want it to be used in the wrong way. Chapman: I completely understand your concerns, SCP-7210. Your privacy is essential, and I respect that. This session is about you, your thoughts, and your emotions. I'm here to support you in any way I can, and our conversations are confidential. 7210: But why should I even bother? It's not like anything is going to change. Chapman: That's a fair concern. It's true that your circumstances won't change immediately, but therapy is a tool to help you cope with what you're going through. It can help you find new perspectives, develop healthy coping strategies, and even manage the stress and frustration you might be experiencing. 7210: How can talking about it help? Chapman: Talking about it can be incredibly freeing. 7210 makes eye contact with Chapman for the first time. Chapman: Baby steps, 7210. Baby steps. 7210 looks back down at the floor, rubs its face, and sighs. 7210: Alright. Well, for starters, I'm not myself anymore. Chapman: I understand, it's a common experience fo- 7210: No, no you don't. You don't understand. I am quite literally not myself anymore. Chapman: Is there a reason for that? 7210: Long story. Chapman: Well, we've got all the time in the world. 7210 sighs. 7210: Look, I'll spare you the details. One day, I got an opportunity. To "know what it's like to be perfect". That was the wording. I took it, as anyone would. 7210 groans and rubs its face. 7210: That's when it all went to shit. I didn't actually become perfect. There's always a catch with those… things. No, I just fuckin' gained the ability to view perfect worlds. To view perfect lives. I KNEW what it was like, but I couldn't experience it for myself. Made me miserable. Knowing what it's like to live happily, and not once being able to experience it. Chapman nods. 7210: At least, that's what I thought. Then my mother died, and suddenly my tears burned. I had to stop myself from grieving. My father moved away and became estranged to me, and suddenly I don't need sleep. Had to stay up 24/7 thinking about him. It was like some kind of punishment. More recently, I found out the other… "worlds" I can view had all the information I needed to know to prevent all of this. Real world fucking events. Every mistake I've made, every bad thing that's happened to me could've been prevented if I had just looked at the bigger picture. It really was true; I could've lived a perfect life. God, fuck, I'm sorry. 7210 sinks its face into its hands. Chapman: You're doing great, 7210. This is very brave of you. 7210: I don't wanna talk about this. 7210 raises its head, and locks eyes with the camera lens. 7210's face turns to disgust. 7210: Can't believe I said all that shit anyway. Chapman turns around and acknowledges the camera. She slowly exhales, and turns to face SCP-7210. Chapman: SCP-7210, it would be better for all of us if you continued your story. 7210: All of us? What happened to just "both of us", doc? Someone gonna be watching this footage? Chapman: I sincerely promise you that no one other than me will be viewing this footage. 7210 raises an eyebrow. Chapman turns to face the camera lens. 7210: Red means recording, right? So what does blue mean, doc? Chapman sighs deeply. She reaches underneath her chair, pulls out a pair of noise-cancelling wireless headphones, and puts them on. She looks back at the camera, nods, and looks back at SCP-7210. Chapman: It means streaming, 7210. [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED FOR READER SAFETY]. 7210 reverts to an emotionless facial expression for one second, before immediately breaking into tears. 7210 (through tears): I could've lived a perfect life. And when I realized that, I thought that maybe I could get a second chance. Reclaim my life. Then you guys found me, and now there's never going to be a second chance. Sorry, I didn't mean to come off rude there. You're fine people. Well, at least you are. Chapman: I'm what? 7210, somewhat quizzically, glances at Chapman. 7210 (regaining composure): A-a fine person? Chapman looks on empathetically, before turning around and knowingly looking at the camera, and turning back to face SCP-7210 Chapman: Thank you, that means a lot. And thank you for telling me all of that. I know that must've been difficult. 7210 nods, avoiding any and all eye contact. Chapman glances at the camera again. Chapman: Has anyone from the AH&P committee talked to you about developing some kind of coping mechanism? 7210: No. Chapman: Well, maybe we can work on that first. Help keep your mind off of all of these thoughts of yours. You mentioned that you can create "worlds" of your own, right? 7210 nods. Chapman: Perhaps you could use a world of your own as an outlet. Vent all of your frustrations and worries out, and no one gets hurt. Eight seconds of silence pass. 7210 is staring at the floor, as if realizing something. Chapman: 7210? Everything ok- 7210: Holy shit. Chapman: Have you come up with something? Would you be willing to share it? 7210 looks up at Chapman, revealing its fresh burn marks. 7210: Doc, I got it. It doesn't have to be me. Chapman: 7210, what do you mean by that? 7210: I mean that you've given me an idea. Maybe my life will never be perfect as it is. Maybe I've just hit a roadblock. And maybe, just maybe, I need to start over. But I can't do it myself. 7210 begins smiling, before recoiling in pain, and relaxing its face. Chapman: I'm not sure I entirely understand. But, if it doesn't hurt anyone, and it helps you keep your mind off of the things you've told me about today, then I'm glad to have helped you! Chapman smiles warmly. 7210 nods, suppressing a smile. Chapman: Oh, uh, do you want an ice-pack? 7210: Oh, yeah. If that's okay. Chapman: Down the hall, second door to the right. It's labelled "MED". Just ask for one. Chapman gestures towards the door. 7210: Thank you! Thank you, doc, thank you! 7210 rises from its chair and swiftly exits the room. Chapman relaxes her face upon seeing that the door has closed, and exhales deeply. She turns towards the camera, revealing that she looks considerably stressed. She gets up from her chair and briskly paces towards the camera. Chapman: Alright. F-fuck. AH&P can't know about this, Kubitz. Delete the vid— wait, no, then Info's gonna get involved. Jesus fuck. Okay uhh, maybe uhh— yeah, okay. Just kick them off from viewing the file. Y-you can do that, right? Just tell them there's a coghaz or an—an infohaz in the uhh, in the file, and hopefully they'll fuck off. Thanks. Oh, and uhh, sorry. I know it was meant to be a "last resort" kind of situation. But I-I needed complacency. And we got what we needed, right? Right? END LOG Following a successful therapy session, three more physical examinations were scheduled for SCP-7210 to determine whether its mental and physical state would improve. Examination 4 Date: 14/02/2023 Observations: Anomaly accepted breakfast, lunch and dinner. Anomaly exhibited a much more nonchalant mood, and began participating in physical activities, albeit reluctantly. Anomaly is physically fit and healthy. However, the anomaly spent the rest of the day and night in a catatonic trance-like state. It did not respond to any researchers or guards. This state continued until noon of the next day. Recommendations: None. Examination 5 Date: 21/02/2023 Observations: SCP-7210 was catatonic during dinner, accounting for the seventh meal it has missed this week. Anomaly is beginning to lose weight. Recommendations: Supply nutrition through intravenous line (IV). Examination 6 Date: 28/02/2023 Observations: Anomaly was catatonic throughout the entire week. Upon a routine inspection and cleaning of its containment chambers, a box containing a short pile of unsent letters was found inside of the air-conditioning unit, which had fallen into disrepair. SCP-7210's muscles are beginning to atrophy due to prolonged immobility. Recommendations: Initiate an analysis of the unsent letters discovered in SCP-7210's cell. Below is a transcription of all seven unsent letters that were recovered from SCP-7210's cell, believed to be written by SCP-7210. The recipient is believed to be SCP-7210-1. Letter 1 Hello. At the time of writing this, you do not exist yet. I'm writing this now for the sake of showing you, one day. I'm sure that by the time you're reading this, we already know each other very well. I'm writing this from inside a containment cell; a prison cell, essentially. You might be asking what I did wrong. I've been asking myself the same questions. But talking to myself isn't cutting it anymore. And hey, it isn't all bad here. I just met a lovely therapist who talked to me about 'coping mechanisms'; long story short, without her, you wouldn't exist. She kept looking at the camera that was recording our conversation, like she was worried that the lab-coats would watch the video later. I think I'm going to break her out of here too, once I find a way out myself. Being alone in this cell also lets me think. A lot. About playing god. About your freedom. About my freedom. About whether or not you're being created out of selfishness or out of love. Nevermind that now. I'm sure we'll be laughing at this together when we read it sometime in the near future. Let me tell you, I haven't been this excited about something in a long, long time. Until next time! Letter 2 Hello again. It hasn't been very long since I wrote the last letter. But rest assured I've been busy slaving away at your world. And I think I'm almost done! I'm just adding the finishing touches now. A perfect world for a perfect human. Look at your surroundings. That's all courtesy of me! Mark your calendars, the day that your world was officially finished was the 19th 18t 21 20th Well, I guess I'm not sure exactly how long it's been. A few hours, a day, a week? Who's to say? I've got no calendar anyway, and no windows to tell what time of day it is. Tell you the truth, I've gotten this far without really thinking about how I'm going to make you. Sure, you're pretty much just me without all this freaky shit. But I've yet to figure out how to make you… real. Guess it's something I'll have to learn. Not sure how yet, but I'll figure it out in due time. I have to. I have to. Letter 3 i finally did it I made you I have never been more happy to feel this burning sensation on my face you are so beautiful you are so perfect you are all i want to be I WANT TO BE YOU SO BADLY ITS ALL I WANT YOU ARE EVERYTHING I COULDVE BEEN AND MORE IT BURNS SO BADLY BUT I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER DOWN THE HALLWAY SECOND DOOR TO THE RIGHT Letter 4 Hello. I apologize for the frantic nature of the last letter. I don't know how long it's been in my universe, so I've been using yours as a guide. It's been a month, in your time. I'm not sure how long that is out here, in my cell. I decided to check around the other day, and I found out they've got a tube feeding me through my veins. Isn't that great? I don't need to get up anymore, I can be in your universe 100% of the time! I've been watching you for the past month since I made you. I cannot believe how amazing you are. You're so smart, you're so socially flexible, you're so confident. I haven't seen you up to your full potential, and I'm already so proud of you. I do still dread the day that I have to tell you of your existence. What will you think of me? A selfish hack who created you for the sake of correcting past mistakes? Or for making imprisonment more bearable, an imprisonment that is almost entirely self-inflicted? And even if you come to that conclusion, which I sincerely hope you don't, then at least you'll conclude that you have a purpose. You have a reason for living. But what of me? What is my purpose? I sulk and I mope about my containment, but I find that there is no better alternative. There is no one outside of this cell who cares about me. There is no one outside of this cell who I care about. And that's entirely my fault. You were the only solution. I just hope you understand that when you eventually find these letters and find out about me. Until next time. Letter 5: Hello. Over the past few weeks, I have watched you grow and evolve into your own person. Into who I have always wanted to be. Every time you find yourself looking at the starry sky above you, you unknowingly lock eyes with me. And I can't help but smile. I have begun to fear that they might take you away from me, though. I can't keep you hidden forever. But I can protect you. I've also begun to fear that I'll never have the courage to send you these letters. I have had some of the most satisfying moments of my life watching over you, but every time I think of the prospect of sending you these letters, I instantly start getting stressed out again. Maybe one day, you'll see these letters. But not yet. Not now. Letter 6: God. I need to face it. I'm never sending you these letters. I've been considering the gravity of your situation. I have lived vicariously through you for these past two months two weeks few weeks time doesn't matter to me anymore. And I have loved it. But certain worries thoughts insist on probing my mind, and I have been desperately trying to keep them out. The thought that I won't escape this containment cell. The fear that I'll live here for the rest of my life. God, it hurts to even write out. But perhaps it's a call to action. A final push forward to reach out to you. Never mind the anxiety, the nervousness, the fear that I'm doing this all for myself, the fear that you're nothing but a vessel for my anxieties and worries to fade away; I'm doing this for both of us. I'm sending you the letters. Letter 7: Note: This letter in particular was covered with small, circular burn marks, and as such, some words are entirely illegible. I'm s[illegible]. I can't do it. I thought I c[illegible]. But I couldn't. Maybe I was right to be worried. Maybe you really are just [illegible] to me. M[illegible] you're nothing more than a 'coping m[illegible]ike Doctor Chapman said. I'm sorry. Considering the subject discussed in the therapy session with Dr. Lucille Chapman, and the content of the unsent letters, it was theorized that SCP-7210 created a pocket dimension housing a conscious entity. Due to concerns that the pocket dimension may mirror the outside world, E-DDAR (Extra-Dimensional Detecting And Ranging) technology has been approved for use in order to determine the validity of this theory. Examination 7 Date: 1/03/2023 Observations: Extra-dimensional activity was reported via a pocket dimension created by SCP-7210. This pocket dimension has been dubbed b2-7210. Research into this dimension is limited thus far, but exploring it is of utmost importance. Description has been updated to reflect this discovery. Anomaly is relatively physically healthy. Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee has raised concerns regarding SCP-7210's consistent catatonic state. Recommendations: Seal off entrances to b2-7210, and instill strict rules opposing communication with it. Suspend Anomaly Health & Psychology Committee from SCP-7210 project. Examination 8 Date: 6/03/2023 Observations: Extra-dimensional communication was not reported since Examination 7. Anomaly is exhibiting signs of separation anxiety and depression. Recommendations: None. Examination 9 Date: /02/2023 Observations: Extra-dimensional communication was not reported since Examination 7. Research for b2-7210 is rapidly continuing. b2-7210 mirrors the real world (as it was before SCP-7210 was discovered by the foundation) almost exactly, raising various security concerns. Anomaly is losing weight, presumably due to disconnecting the intravenous line when not under supervision. Recommendations: None. Examination 10 Date: 3/03/2023 Observations: b2-7210 has been discovered to host an identical physical clone of SCP-7210, bar its anomalous abilities. This has also led to a distinct change in personality. The entity is believed to be artificially conscious, and also created by SCP-7210. Description has been updated to reflect this discovery. Anomaly is beginning to starve, and has become completely unresponsive and unwilling to engage in human interaction. Recommendations: Install 24/7 surveillance on SCP-7210-1 to report any potentially anomalous behavior. Examination 11 Date: 8/03/2023 Observations: SCP-7210-1 displays no unusual or anomalous abilities, and behaves exactly as though a non-anomalous SCP-7210 would. Anomaly has lost over 50% of its original weight. Recommendations: Continue surveilling SCP-7210-1. Move intravenous line back to the medical wing for incoming patients and SCPs. Examination 12 Date: 13/03/2023 Observations: Extra-dimensional communication was detected. The nature of this communication is to be immediately found. Any communication attempt is to be intercepted. Presumably, extra-dimensional communication via anomalous mailers such as GhostPost or The Good Mailers will take a considerable length of time, but will not be able to be intercepted until it reaches its recipient. The recipient, SCP-7210-1, must immediately receive an amnestic through a cognitohazard. Anomaly has almost successfully starved itself to death. Recommendations: SCP-7210-1 will continue to be monitored not only until it receives SCP-7210's communication, but beyond that point to study if it gains any anomalous abilities. Examination 13 Date: N/A Observations: INCOMPLETE Recommendations: INCOMPLETE This document is incomplete. Please refer back to this document when it has been updated. You weren't supposed to find out like this. I did not want you to find out this way, I promise you. I just hope to God you can live with yourself knowing what you know now. And I'm truly sorry about the letters. You're a person. You're my everything. You are my world. Don't get the wrong idea for even a second. I just had my concerns, is all. I've always wondered if I've done the wrong thing. Yes, I have you now. Yes, I'm happier than I've ever been. But I wonder if trying to make you as similar to me as possible has backfired; now you're suffering the same fate as me. The person who created you has died, and you're helpless to stop it. I wish I could console you, I really do. But that only makes me wonder if you've even had enough time since you learned about me, to love me back. It didn't have to be this way. If I never did what I did, I wouldn't ever have been captured by these sick fucks. I would never have even had to make you. And both of us wouldn't have to suffer knowing that your world is never going to be the same. But everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes, you have to suffer for them. I still fear that I created you out of selfishness; I wanted to feel love. I wanted to care for someone. I wanted an escape from my containment. But I've now mostly come to terms with that fact. It doesn't matter why I made you. Because I made you. And now I'll be watching you, forever. The moment they took you away from me, I was inconsolable. I was a complete and utter wreck. At that point, everything just clicked for me. I didn't want to escape my containment, I didn't want to escape my loneliness. I wanted to escape my life. I wanted to escape everything. I figured I would exit my universe, so that I can forever watch over yours. Just remember; if you can count an extra star in the sky that outshines the rest, then you know I'm watching over you, and that you're safe. If not, then my plan failed. By the way, Foundation. If you're reading this, then I've attached a handy-dandy little footer to save your scribes some time. Enjoy the free charity. For now and never again, we stand on the precipice of hope with stars reflecting upon our eyes. We will never know what now is, as now will never again be. Never is our fate, and now will never be understood. The stars shine for now. But alas, never again. Termination Log Date: [REDACTED] Terminated Entity: SCP-7210 Termination Method: Self-termination, inflicted through starvation. Note: Thank you for nothing, again and again. Thank you for stripping me of my only chance to reclaim what little was left of my life. Thank you for taking away the only thing I have ever cared about, and never caring about me in return. Thank you for fucking with my brain and making me forget how much of a bitch Doc Chapman was. Thank you, because without all of that, I wouldn't have the person I have now. My escape, not from you. But from everything. You have 1 new message! From: The Foundation Subject: URGENT, PLEASE OPEN 10 seconds ago Show message Hide message Greetings, SCP-7210-1. You have just read a sensitive document, sent to you by accident. This document contains information that must not, under any circumstances, be divulged to the general public. It is imperative that we stay up-to-date on any leaked confidential documentation, and maintain a strong web of security. Please read the following paragraph slowly, carefully, and in your head. Have you ever bought a toaster oven? No, (I haven't.) + 20 = You. Consider the following. ⇖Δ➽☽𓄀⇖Δ➽☽𓄀. What does this say about the current state of the socio-economic landscape in Northern Italy? I'm sorry, this message has been INTERCEPTED by HORSE. The MEMETIC properties of this [MESSAGE!!] will no longer continue as long as HORSE (𐂃) is protecting it. &Who are we?& &Oh, just text and HTML code.& &Hello world!& In? recent? economical? developments? pioneered? by? the? united? nations? one? mutilated? corpse? can? be? traded? for? one? season? of? breaking? bad? on DVD on DVD on DVD on DVD on DVD. Я не вижу! 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SCP-7211 | euclid | Cremo You can check out more of my works here: cremo Item#: 7211 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7211 is to be contained in a standard animate object containment unit at Site-228. It is to be placed on a pedestal and shielded with impact-resistant glass during experiments. Only one subject at a time is allowed to be in the testing chamber with SCP-7211. Description: SCP-7211 is a 40 cm tall porcelain doll resembling a human male dressed in a red jester uniform, it is noted to have a distressed expression on its face. SCP-7211's anomalous properties will be triggered if there is at least one human being in SCP-7211's close proximity (2 meters or closer). Once its anomalous properties are triggered SCP-7211 will become animate and start to speak. Usually, there is no conversation between SCP-7211 and the subjects, it usually stands up in front of the subjects and starts to tell various jokes, and puns. If the subjects don't find SCP-7211's performance funny they will start to cause self-harm and showcase temporary anomalous properties. (See Experiment log). If the subject leaves SCP-7211's vicinity regardless of willingly or not, SCP-7211 will return to its dormant state. Interviewed subjects described the experience as "second-hand embarrassment cranked up to eleven" in unison. Experiment log: Subject Joke Result D-8567 I'm afraid for the calendar. Its days are numbered. The chair D-8567 was sitting on suddenly transformed into a 100 kg tomato. D-8567 tried to lift it up and throw it at SCP-7211 but it was too heavy for him. D-1462 How do you follow Will Smith in the snow? You follow the fresh prints. D-1462 began to scream then a glass window manifested on the wall and D-1462 jumped through it. The window itself disappeared and D-1462 was later found lying unconscious on Site Director Katona's office desk. D-9966 I only know 25 letters of the alphabet. I don't know y. D-9966 ripped off both of his legs from mid-thigh and swallowed them whole then both legs grew back. D-0007 Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself? It was two tired. D-0007 transformed into a bicycle and attempted to run over SCP-7211. Once the security personnel removed him from the testing chamber D-0007 transformed back but for the next two hours, he was only able to make sounds similar to a bicycle bell instead of human speech. D-2377 I once had a dream I was floating in an ocean of orange soda. It was more of a Fanta-sea. D-2377 yelled "I'm sick of this planet!" and his uniform transformed into a Superman costume then he breached containment by flying through the ceiling but later he was recaptured when he approached Area-32. His anomalous properties ceased an hour later. D-4544 I'm on a seafood diet. I see food and I eat it. A bottle of Class-█ amnestic agent manifested in D-4544's hands which he drank resulting in the loss of at least five years of memories. D-42691 When does a joke become a dad joke? When it becomes apparent. D-4269 began to laugh so hard that he started to hyperventilate and was transferred to the medical wing. Following the experiment with D-4269, SCP-7211's facial expression turned from distressed to cheerful and refused to tell jokes to subjects except for D-4269. Footnotes 1. Using D-4269 for the test was originally recommended by the rest of the Site-228's D-Class personnel population because he is infamous for having a bad sense of humor. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7211" by Cremo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7211. Licensed under CC-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-7212 | neutralized | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Site-400"; color: black; } close Info X SCP-7212 - Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely? More by me! ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains themes of suicide. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-7212 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Only available file photo of Makuwa Yurika. Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's current site director, SCP-7212 is to be kept seated in a chair within a cold containment storage unit, designed to appear identical to a regular office. Entry into the unit for sanitation purposes must be limited as much as possible, and is to be approved by the research head present. No action is to be taken by Foundation personnel regarding SCP-7212-A. Interaction with any of its instances are strictly prohibited. Description: SCP-7212 is the corpse of Makuwa Yurika, who committed suicide on 20██/██/██. Prior to her death, Makuwa Yurika was a Foundation junior researcher working under Site-400's Department of Public Disinformation Control. SCP-7212 lacks any facial features, and does not seem to show signs of decomposition as of writing. SCP-7212-A designates approximately 78 humanoid amalgamations composed of cadavers belonging to Columba janthina (or black wood pigeons), measuring roughly 20 to 30 meters in height. Currently, all instances of SCP-7212-A have situated themselves around the outside perimeter of Site-400, their hands holding one another to create a chain surrounding it. They stand motionless, and do not react to any form of external stimuli. Every day, at random times, blood will stream from both of SCP-7212's scarred wrists. All instances of SCP-7212-A will vocalise softly in unison during this. Addendum 7212-1, Phenomenological Overview: SCP-7212 was discovered on 20██/██/█, in the personal quarters belonging to the now deceased Makuwa Yurika. It was found lying on the bed in a fetal position, with its right hand holding onto a bloodied scalpel. In a drawer next to the bed contained a crudely knotted noose along with an orange medication vial filled with poorly mixed cyanide. A notebook was found hidden between the drawer and bedframe, with the first few pages possessing bloodied handprints and scrawled messages in Japanese. However, noting the nature of SCP-7212, the notebook was ignored and instead secured as evidence with the rest of the objects. Addendum 7212-2, Notable Vocalisations: The following are several transcribed vocalisations made by the SCP-7212-A instances: This is the right thing to do. My name is Makuwa Yurika, a junior researcher for the Department of Public Disinformation Control. He can only see my name, and nothing else. Just say the words out loud to stop yourself from stuttering and mumbling. No one wants to die. Deep breaths, in and out. Thinking about other people is exhausting. I cannot see my own face, because the mirror is now fogged up. I do not want to die. I wish I could just die instead. Addendum 7212-3, Subsequent Findings: Investigation into the area surrounding Site-400 led to the discovery of a dilapidated log cabin possessing a built-in fireplace, seemingly abandoned. The interior of the cabin is empty, save for the the following items of interest: cleanly swept piles of ashes used matchsticks skeletal remains of several wildlife a mirror frame Personnel inspecting the cabin reported hearing auditory hallucinations of an adult man reciting a rhyme in Japanese. With this in mind, analysis into the cabin was halted and it was left alone as per the request of the research head. Addendum 7212-4, Archived Document: The following is an outdated file on an anomaly previously assigned under the SCP-7212 designation. It was deemed significant enough to be added by the research head: Item #: SCP-7212 Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's current site director, SCP-7212 has been granted permission to continue her long-term employment with the Foundation. Manifested instances of black wood pigeons are to be released into the wilderness. Description: SCP-7212 is the designation given to Makuwa Yurika, a Foundation junior researcher working under Site-400's Department of Public Disinformation Control. She is an adult female of [DATA REDACTED] descent, with [DATA REDACTED] hair and [DATA REDACTED] eyes. Every day, at random times, a single instance of Columba janthina (or black wood pigeon) will manifest atop SCP-7212's head. They are non-anomalous, and will behave like other members of its kind, though will noticeably act more docile when in the presence of SCP-7212. Addendum 7212-5, Legitimate Note: The following is an accurate transcription of the true suicide note left by Makuwa Yurika at the time of her death, discovered at the base of the tallest SCP-7212-A instance, neatly written in English: This note is a waste of time. Thinking back, I suppose I was an easy target for them. An innocent girl, technically still new, living in the same world as a bunch of imprisoned liars. Gullible and naïve, it's almost painful. If this world was honest, it would go as much as to say it was bound to happen, one way or another. Or maybe it's nothing to do with me. Maybe the fact I work in a department called Public Disinformation Control got them thinking no one would notice if I acted all different and conspicuous. Whatever it was, I guess it didn't stop him from following me to the woods. I remembered it was dark, and the thick clouds were blocking the stars, which was really the only reason I went out in the first place. He told me his name, and I told him mine. I'm not writing it here, because that would be stupid. Let me tell you, having every molecule in your body suddenly burning is not a pleasant experience to have. Having them suddenly being replaced hurts much more. I would've bit down my tongue if it wasn't missing. At that point the clouds had already parted, and last thing I saw as myself were the stars. Getting back stung like hell. But don't worry, me. This is the right thing to do. Honestly, I'm writing this to say I'm sorry. For failing everyone. My father. My sister. My friends. My feathered pretties. Right now, I'm sure there's more like him out there. I can only hope that whoever made me do this pays. But I know the Foundation's smart. They'll know who I am, who I'm not. This note really is a waste of time. Addendum 7212-6, Incident Log: On 20██/██/██, SCP-7212 reanimated itself and proceeded to exit its containment unit. Site-400 was promptly put on lockdown, with security personnel standing by at the abandoned cabin as per protocol. SCP-7212 limped its way towards Site-400's outside courtyard, blood and viscera trailing behind it as it did so. It vocalized several auditory memetic hazards out of irritation. Upon SCP-7212 reaching the courtyard, all instances of SCP-7212-A simultaneously turned in the direction of the entity. They unlinked their hands, and gradually broke apart as the black wood pigeon cadavers that formed them also reanimated. The newly revived pigeons began to fly upwards and converged upon SCP-7212, tearing its clothes and grabbing its arms with their now sharpened talons. SCP-7212 screamed profanities at the pigeons and yelled more memetic hazards as it was dragged away from Site-400. The pigeons brought SCP-7212 to the cabin, where they forcefully pulled it into its built-in fireplace along with themselves. Security personnel then closed the door of the cabin, before igniting it on fire. The fire progressively turned into a bright scarlet hue, and burned for approximately one hour before dissipating. Nothing remained, except for a framed mirror, its glass surface fogged through unknown means. The words: "Thank you, my pretties" were written upon it. SCP-7212 is reclassified as Neutralised. Its document will be updated shortly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7212" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7212. Licensed under CC-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-7213 | neutralized | It starts with an earthquake. by Doctor Cimmerian, Emotional Entropy and Billith Utica, New York: the source of SCP-7213. Item #: SCP-7213 Special Containment Procedures: Future cross-dimensional bleed transmissions are to be catalogued and responded to via the Department of Anomalous Broadcasting. It is not believed, however, that SCP-7213 specific broadcasts will continue. Description: SCP-7213 was a transmission phenomenon that occurred on December 6th, 2014 in Utica, New York between 0634 and 2351. During this time, all radio and microwave sources inside Utica were unable to transmit. Instead, a series of radio transmissions from a neighboring reality were picked up by receivers throughout the area. Beyond the loss of signal from Utica sources, the phenomenon was not detectable outside the city limits of Utica, New York. SCP-7213 continued for approximately 17 hours and 17 minutes. The cessation of signals from SCP-7213 did not immediately result in the resumption of signals from sources inside Utica, and given the breakdown of social structure inside the city, there was considerable difficulty in organizing local, regional, and state level law enforcement in order to restore order to the city. Eventually, an order was given by the SCP Foundation's governing council, with the approval of the US Federal Government and Foundation Ethics Committee, to apply an aerosolized amnestic to the population of Utica. Approximately 6 minutes after the initial dispersal of the amnestic agent (at around 0352 on December 7th), signal sources began to function again inside of Utica. Once non-7213 signal sources resumed function, order was restored over the next 3 hours. After an additional week of disinformation, the population of Utica returned to normalcy. There have been no further signal transmissions related to SCP-7213. The following broadcasts are typical examples of those received during the event. + Broadcast from WOUR, 96.89. - Hide Broadcast This was received at approximately 0639 local time. You're listening to classic rock in the morning with Scooter and Scab. The rock of central New York, 96.89 on your FM Dial. I'm Scooter. And Scab has a URINARY TRACT INFECTION and didn't make it into work today. Sounds like the douche could've used a douche. But seriously man, I hope you get to feeling better. And be more careful or else it might hurt to pee. Oh it looks like Scab's calling in now. What's up douche? What? Hold on. Are you messing with me? Hold on. Let me look. Oh. I'll call you back. Tim. I'll call you back, OK? I love you too. Ladies and gentlemen, I uh, I regret to inform you that the scientific community has just released an announcement. I don't know an easy way to say this, but the sun is going to explode in less than 24 hours. You should go online for yourself to confirm this information, but, this is real. I want to let you know that it's been an honor and a privilege to provide you with the best rock from the 70's, 80's, 90's, and now. We're gonna go to a station break and, um, if this the last time you hear my voice, I want you all to know that I love you. And don't be afraid to tell the people you love that you love them too. I'm sorry to leave you in this rough time, but I have some people I need to go see. We'll be right back. While 96.89 is indeed a classic rock station inside Utica, this broadcast involves a radio host that was not present in our own timeline. + Broadcast from Emergency Services. - Hide Broadcast This was received at approximately 1612 local time. This is a message from the United States Solar Topographical Survey. Please remain in your homes. Solar radiation emissions are above acceptable levels. Under no circumstances are you to physically engage with security forces. Remain in your homes. If you are found outside of your home, hostile intent will be assumed and lethal force may be applied. Additional information relating to the ongoing solar event will be disseminated shortly. Please stay tuned to this channel for more information. This message repeats. There is no record of a "United States Solar Topographical Survey" organization either inside or outside of the US federal government. + Broadcast from WFRG-FM, 104.3. - Hide Broadcast This was received at 2351 local time. It is the last known signal from the bleed through event. We're close I think. Radio stations on the other side of the planet have been going quiet, one by one. Keep listening to my voice. Oh wow. So that's what an aurora looks like. It really is beautiful. I don't think there's anything to be said that we haven't said already. Listen to my voice. We'll get through this. Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. On earth as it is in-. This message has been identified as a broadcast from local disc jockey Theodore Wright, who died in a car accident in 2013. While SCP-7213's originating dimension appears to be similar to our own, there are provable discrepancies that have been noted above. This may be due to knowledge of the impending disaster being extant long before it was publicly disseminated. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7213" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7213. Licensed under CC-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-7214 | safe | Written by TheChunk ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-7214 Certified 2 September 2005 SCP-7214 Certified 19 May 2009 Item#: 7214 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7214 at site of discovery, prior to restoration. Special Containment Procedures SCP-7214 is to receive routine cleaning and maintenance every 14 days, consisting of interior and exterior dusting with a feather duster or other soft implement, followed by wiping with a clean damp washcloth. Residual moisture is to be removed with a second unused dry cloth. Every 28 days, or immediately following the start of an SCP-7214-01 Event, SCP-7214 must undergo a complete inspection for any sign of stains, abrasions, warping, mildew, rust, infestation, or any other damage or blemishes. All wear and damage must be repaired immediately, and additional wax or polish applied as needed. Routine maintenance has been shown to reduce, but not fully prevent, the occurrence of SCP-7214-01 events. Maintenance beyond the regular intervals prescribed in this document is not advised, as damage sustained from excessive cleaning has also been shown to trigger SCP-7214-01 events. Description SCP-7214 is an 18th century oak armoire, consisting of one interior chamber with cabinet doors set above two sliding drawers. Each cabinet door is connected to the body of the armoire by two sets of steel hinges, and is ornamented by decorative ironwork. SCP-7214 measures 196 cm x 152 cm x 90 cm, and weighs 150 kg. During periods of prolonged disuse, neglect, or damage, SCP-7214 begins to produce a number of anomalous environmental effects, collectively described as an SCP-7214-01 event. These effects have remained limited to a 200 m radius since current containment procedures were implemented. Observed effects include: Production of diffuse metallic screeching sounds at volumes of up to 30 dB Malfunctioning of electronic equipment. Tremors and vibrations felt in furniture and small objects. A foul smell resembling that of decaying organic matter. Feelings of headache, nausea, confusion, and fatigue in individuals within the area of effect. After appropriate containment intervention has taken place, most effects dissipate within 4 to 6 hours. In some instances, lingering effects have been observed for up to 7 days. Individuals exposed to an SCP-7214-01 event have reported feelings of dread, anxiety and depression during this cool down period. No additional effects or lasting harm resulting from multiple exposures have been observed. The above documentation has been certified by Dr. Lorenzo Ventnor, Chief Administrator of the Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies. Item#: 7214 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7214 at site of discovery, prior to restoration. Special Containment Procedures SCP-7214 is to be contained in a 40,000 m2 annex adjacent to Site-277, along with SCP-7214-A. Additional intervention by Foundation personnel is not required, as SCP-7214-A obsessively performs routine maintenance. Description SCP-7214 is an 18th century oak armoire, consisting of one interior chamber with cabinet doors set above two sliding drawers. Each cabinet door is connected to the body of the armoire by two sets of steel hinges, and is ornamented by decorative ironwork. SCP-7214 measures 196 cm x 152 cm x 90 cm, and weighs 150 kg. During periods of prolonged disuse, neglect, or damage, SCP-7214 produces a number of anomalous environmental effects, including auditory and olfactory disturbances, tremors, and malfunctioning of electronics, collectively described as an SCP-7214-01 event. Repeated exposure to SCP-7214-01 events has been shown to cause irreparable psychological harm to humans. Symptoms of prolonged exposure include generalized apathy, listlessness, irritability, lessening of empathy, inability to perform essential duties of self-care, and sociopathy. Individuals suffering from symptoms of prolonged exposure to SCP-7214 represent a threat to public safety, and Foundation personnel are authorized to take all necessary steps to prevent them from harming the public or themselves. SCP-7214-A is a 62 year old human male. He is to remain in containment for the duration of his retirement. The above documentation has been certified by Dr. Melissa Woodridge, Chief Administrator of the Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies. Site-277 THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTATION IS INCLUDED FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES ONLY. ACCESS BY NON-ADMINISTRATIVE PERSONNEL IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. + Email correspondence archived 13 November, 2005, 15:24 - Exit To: DR. LORENZO VENTNOR (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L) From: DR. MELISSA WOODRIDGE (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M) Subject: SCP-7214 Readings Lorenzo, I've conducted the readings you asked for on the current SCP-7214-A event and the results were as I'd expected. Disruption levels are pretty much flat across the site. At least, nothing that can't be explained by the variations we normally see during the course of an event. Jean performed the graphic spectral analysis you asked for and from what he showed me his results were no better. No concentrations of effects in any one area, and no empty pockets, either. Quantum readings were just as useless. I don't know if it even makes sense to file this, since it's a lot of work to tell us what we already knew. It's not proximity based, it's a blanket effect. At least, if there's any way to modify or shape its area of effect, we don't have it. It was worth a try, but it doesn't look like there would be any point in relocating your office. – Melissa Statement on Budgetary Proposal D0157-006065-G 12 January, 2006 The Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies' request for funding for expanded interdepartmental research into containment of SCP-7214 is hereby DENIED. Although SCP-7214 has been shown to possess properties that may at times transcend its containment area, these properties have always been localized to a limited and predictable area of effect. Furthermore, adequate methods to combat these effects have been identified and implemented. Beyond this, SCP-7214 is itself virtually incapable of breaching containment, as it is an inanimate object weighing 150 kg. It is the opinion of the Budgetary Commission that SCP-7214 does not present a level of risk that merits special funding for further investigation. It would be inadvisable to divert resources from more essential departments to address an anomaly that has already been effectively contained. Office of the Budgetary Commission Incident Report 277-006-00002 The following incident report is compiled from a review of all pertinent video footage and direct interviews with involved personnel. On 15 February, 2006, at 13:05, D-Class personnel D-18752 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of his routine duties. Reasonable attempts at resuscitation were made but were unsuccessful, and the personnel succumbed to his injuries. While attempting to inspect for signs of possible termite infestation during an SCP-7214-01 event, D-18752 entered the main chamber of SCP-7214, allowing both doors to close behind him. Following closure of the doors, D-18752 could be heard vocalizing distress from inside the chamber, followed by pounding sounds from within. After 45 seconds, vocalizations became muffled as a thick, white, odorless steam began to rise from SCP-7214, and a viscous pink substance began to pour from its lower drawers to the floor of its containment chamber. Emergency personnel arrived approximately 5 minutes from the start of the incident, and opened the main chamber of SCP-7214 to find only D-18752's Foundation-issued uniform and three gold teeth, coated in the previously noted pink slime. The continued non-localized sound of muffled vocalizations continued for 45 minutes following the incident. The interior of SCP-7214 showed no signs of harm. As the ongoing SCP-7214-01 event ended at the conclusion of this incident, further maintenance procedures were not attempted. Special cleaning of SCP-7214's chamber was completed without incident. Addendum A-7214.01 Effective 20 February, 2006: All maintenance and cleaning procedures are to be performed with no fewer than two personnel in SCP-7214's containment chamber at once. If internal maintenance is performed, one door must be manually held open by a second individual standing on the exterior of SCP-7214 at all times. If any human is fully sealed inside the main chamber of SCP-7214, SCP-7214 may spontaneously convert the individual inside to liquid form, by a process categorized as an SCP-7214-02 event. No method by which to interrupt or reverse an SCP-7214-02 event has been identified. SCP-7214’s risk class is updated to “Danger” pending further study. + Email correspondence archived 27 April, 2006 10:53 - Exit To: DR. LORENZO VENTNOR (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L) From: DR. MELISSA WOODRIDGE (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M) Subject: We need you back at the Site Lorenzo, I'd say I hope you're feeling better, but I think we both know what's going on here. It's not going to be long before someone higher up than me notices how you've been timing your sick days. Quarterly departmental reviews start Thursday, and I can't find where you've put most of the testing logs from the past three months. It looks like half of the files were never digitized, and a good chunk of the ones that were have been misclassified, so we're going to have to redo everything from the ground up. You might not be planning to be here much longer, but if I'm going to be taking over when you're gone, I need this department to still be functional. I don't care what the rest of them say, we do good work here, and it's work that needs to be done. I don't know how important it is to you anymore, but when I'm the one running it I'd like it to be a department I can still be proud of. So many other departments think we're a waste of space. Don't prove them right. – Melissa By the way, the SCP-7214-01 event started winding down this morning. It should be over by tomorrow if that's any motivation. Statement on Budgetary Proposal D0157-006065-G 18 June, 2006 The Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies' request for funding to construct additional facilities to house SCP-7214 is hereby DENIED. The Budgetary Commission recognizes that Site-277's minimalistic construction requires staff to work within range of SCP-7214's more disruptive effects. However, SCP-7214's disruptive effects do not create any challenges to effective containment, nor do they introduce any demonstrable risk of containment breach. Though unpleasant, they pose minimal threat of lasting physical or mental harm to Foundation personnel. As Site-277 has functioned and contained SCP-7214 successfully up to this point, there is no indication that site productivity will increase if containment facilities are expanded. Furthermore, given the relatively low importance of Site-277 to broader Foundation operations, and the narrow sphere of relevance of the Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies, it would be irresponsible to make significant infrastructure investments at this time. Current Foundation priorities do not leave room for constructing a 40,000 m2 annex to Site-277 just to contain a wardrobe. Office of the Budgetary Commission Incident Report 277-006-00003 The following incident report is compiled from a review of all pertinent video footage and direct interviews with involved personnel. On 17 November, 2006, at 11:40, D-Class personnel D-18902 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of her routine duties. Reasonable attempts at resuscitation were made but were unsuccessful, and the personnel succumbed to her injuries. During detailed maintenance being performed in response to an SCP-7214-01 event, D-18902 entered the main chamber of SCP-7214 to check for abrasions. When she was fully inside the chamber, fellow D-Class personnel D-18801 was observed stepping away from the door to SCP-7214 to stretch. Shortly thereafter the door to SCP-7214 closed, after which an SCP-7214-02 event occurred. SCP-7214 sustained no visible damage from this incident. No further maintenance actions were taken as the inciting SCP-7214-01 event had ended. Addendum A-7214.02 Effective 22 December, 2006: Owing to the possibility of sustaining damage from repeated direct exposure to SCP-7214-01 events, electronic equipment, including video and audio recording devices, is not to be stored in or adjacent to SCP-7214's containment chamber. Incident Report 277-006-00004 The following incident report is compiled from direct interviews with involved personnel. On 23 December, 2006, at 12:44, D-Class personnel D-18801 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of his routine duties. D-18801 was performing routine maintenance, during which time an SCP-7214-02 event occurred. No damage to SCP-7214 was observed. Re: Budgetary Proposal D0157-007089-F 3 March, 2007 Dr. Ventnor, We have received your multiple requests for additional resources to contain the environmental effects of SCP-7214. These requests have been DISMISSED, and will not receive further review. Please recognize that though working in close proximity to SCP-7214 may be a nuisance to you and your staff, it does not constitute a threat worthy of further intervention. There is a hierarchy of priority at the Foundation. Though we value the work you do at Site-277, and appreciate your high rate of successful containment, we must allocate resources according to need, and invest in safety measures according to risk. Until you have demonstrated that any objects covered under your department require more than mundane maintenance, observation, storage and inspection, please do not submit any further proposals for special funding. Your department's budget has been set, and will be limited to basic operational equipment and personnel needs. If you continue to file frivolous requests, you will be recommended for disciplinary action. Speaking frankly, Dr. Ventnor, other departments are developing ways to mitigate existential threats to humanity, unlock the mysteries of the cosmos, and preserve the fabric of reality itself. Your department operates a furniture warehouse. If you don't like being around the effects of SCP-7214, find a better way to contain them. Eileen Banner Office of the Budgetary Commission + Email correspondence archived 5 March, 2007 14:22 – hide block To: DR. LORENZO VENTNOR (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|rontneV_L) From: DR. MELISSA WOODRIDGE (772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M#772.yrtnepracarap.pcs|egdirdooW_M) Subject: How dare you Lorenzo, I just read your petition, and I'm honestly shocked you would even consider submitting this. Relief from a "hostile work environment"? Really? What do you think it says when a department head demands to be transferred out of his own department? How does that reflect on his worksite? How does that reflect on his staff? How does that reflect on ME, Lorenzo? Please, if you have any respect left for this site at all, you won't submit this. I know how many years you've put into it, but think about all the years I still have ahead. If you're really that checked out, if you really want to just count down the days until you're out of here, I can't stop you. But don't drag the rest of us through the mud on your way out. – Melissa Memo #70582-00068 17 May, 2007 To All Department Heads: Given the reduction in available administrative staff owing to quarantine precautions stemming from the ongoing ▇▇-Class incident originating in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, the Budgetary Commission will be postponing review of requests from all nonessential departments. All nonessential special projects are to be halted, and applications will resume once normalcy has been established. Only routine requisitions for basic operating materials and personnel may be submitted at this time. All requests will be approved pending review, but department heads must retain documentation of all expenditures, as audits will begin once full administrative capacity is regained. Thank you for your understanding in this difficult time. Office of the Budgetary Commission Addendum R-7214.01 Effective 18 May, 2007, Addendum A-7214.01 is hereby rescinded. Addendum A-7214.03 Effective 18 May, 2007 Inspection of SCP-7214 conducted in response to an SCP-7214-01 event is to be performed by a single D-Class staff member. Inspection must begin with a full review of SCP-7214's main interior chamber. All personnel performing this inspection are to be equipped with a flashlight and damp rag, which they must hold at all times. Research staff may be stationed in SCP-7214's containment chamber to ensure compliance with proper containment protocols. _ + Incident Report 277-007-00005- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00005 The following incident report is compiled from direct interviews with involved personnel. On 19 May, 2007, at 12:02, D-Class personnel D-18923 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of his routine duties. D-18923 was performing routine maintenance in response to an SCP-7214-01 event, during which time an SCP-7214-02 event occurred. The SCP-7214-01 event ended, and no damage to SCP-7214 was observed. _ + Incident Report 277-007-00006- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00006 On 2 June, 2007, at 13:20, D-Class personnel D-18989 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of her routine duties. D-18989 was performing routine maintenance in response to an SCP-7214-01 event, during which time an SCP-7214-02 event occurred. The SCP-7214-01 event ended, and no damage to SCP-7214 was observed. Addendum A-7214.04 Effective 28 June, 2007 routine cleaning is to be performed on SCP-7214 on an as-needed basis, under the direct supervision of Dr. Lorenzo Ventnor. _ + Incident Report 277-007-00007- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00007 On June 29, 2007, at 12:45, D-Class personnel D-19016 sustained a workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other) in the performance of her routine duties. D-19016 was performing routine maintenance in response to an SCP-7214-01 event, during which time an SCP-7214-02 event occurred. The SCP-7214-01 event ended, and no damage to SCP-7214 was observed. _ + Incident Report 277-007-00071- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00071 On 1 September, 2007, at 12:27, D-Class personnel D-19131 sustained a routine workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other). _ + Incident Report 277-007-00104- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00104 On 4 October, 2007, at 12:10, D-Class personnel D-19194 sustained a routine workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other). _ + Incident Report 277-007-00168- Exit Incident Report 277-007-00168 On 8 December, 2007, at 14:01, D-Class personnel D-19287 sustained a routine workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other). Addendum A-7214.05 Effective 30 December, 2007 SCP-7214 is to be held within a modified containment chamber fitted with a drainage system and hose. _ + Incident Report 277-008-00248- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00248 On 27 February, 2008, at 13:45, D-Class personnel D-19508 sustained a routine workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other). _ + Incident Report 277-008-00343- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00343 On 1 June, 2008, at 13:08, D-Class personnel D-19699 sustained a routine workplace injury (Type C-107.05: liquification, other). _ + Incident Report 277-008-00355- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00355 See previous report. _ + Incident Report 277-008-00369- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00369 See previous report. _ + Incident Report 277-008-00391- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00391 See previous report. _ + Incident Report 277-008-00422- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00422 Does anyone even read these? _ + Incident Report 277-008-00431- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00431 " _ + Incident Report 277-008-00444- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00444 " _ + Incident Report 277-008-00457- Exit Incident Report 277-008-00457 " B.0002-277: Minutes from the Provisional Hearing of the Budgetary Commission into Examining the Misuse of Foundation Resources at Site-277, 17 November, 2008 Testimony of Dr. Lorenzo Ventnor, Chief Administrator, Department of Paracarpentry and Domestic Anomalies Speaker of the Office of the Budgetary Commission Before we begin, I would like to remind you that the purpose of this hearing is not to determine your guilt or innocence regarding the actions we're investigating. We're only seeking to understand what happened, so we can identify the causes of the issues at hand, and better address them moving forward. This is not a disciplinary hearing: the Budgetary Commission has no authority to discipline Foundation staff members. This is just an audit. Is this understood? Dr. Lorenzo Ventnor Understood. Speaker Excellent; we can begin. So, Dr. Ventnor, can you please explain, to the best of your ability, what's wrong with you? Dr. Ventnor What do you– Speaker You had one year to run your department without direct oversight of routine expenses. That's not an outrageous thing to ask. In fact, being able to manage a simple budget is entirely within the expected skill set of a department head. One year. Do you know how many personnel you cost the Foundation during that period? Dr. Ventnor I can estimate– Speaker You don't need to estimate. We know. We all know. The fact that you don't know is mortifying, if not unsurprising. Are you a child? Dr. Ventnor I don't see how– Speaker Because a living, breathing functioning adult must have at least a shred of self-reflection, duty or restraint, all qualities which appear to be alien to you. Dr. Ventnor If I could– Speaker The resources of the Foundation are vast, Dr. Ventnor, but not limitless. More importantly, our resources do not exceed our costs: the Foundation has access to as much funding as it does because every penny is necessary for it to serve its purpose. Do you understand? Dr. Ventnor I think I– Speaker The Commission cannot stress strongly enough that no Foundation staff member is of negligible value. Do you have any idea how many hours of recruiting, vetting, orientation and training goes into onboarding even a single Domestic-Class staff member? Do you have any concept of how many people the Foundation employs, with full salaries and benefits, just to perform those duties? Are all of those resources worth nothing to you? Dr. Ventnor The other departments– Speaker The actions of other departments will be assessed according to their needs. This hearing isn't an audit of other departments. It's an audit of your department. The furniture department. There is no doubt that at some times, in some departments, some sacrifices must be made, but this Commission fails to see how a sacrifice of over 500 human lives is necessary to keep a wardrobe secure. Dr. Ventnor I may have– Speaker Human lives aren't free, Dr. Ventnor. They're not breadcrumbs to be thrown to the ducks, or pennies to be tossed down a wishing well. They're costly, fragile, and essential to the Foundation's operation. At this point in your career you may be more concerned with your pension than your department, but the resources you've squandered are worth more than your pension a dozen times over. Bearing this in mind, do you have anything to say in your defense? Deputy Secretary Madam Speaker, your time has elapsed. Speaker Very well, this hearing is adjourned. We'll pick up after lunch with the inquest into irregular overtime pay at Site-98. Dr. Ventnor Do I at least- Speaker This may come as a surprise to you, Dr. Ventnor, but the Commission has responsibilities that extend far beyond sitting here listening to you make excuses. If you have anything else to say, you may submit it in writing. This hearing is adjourned. Re: Budgetary Proposal D0157-007122-F 19 December, 2008 Dr. Woodridge, Your budgetary proposal for special infrastructure projects at Site-277 has been provisionally APPROVED, pending reclassification of SCP-7214. Please keep careful documentation of all costs and expenditures, as they will be reviewed monthly until all projects are completed. Eileen Brenner, Office of the Budgetary Commission ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7214" by TheChunk, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7214. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7215 | safe | SCP-7215 - I'm Scheduled To Be Sick That Day Ooh, come into work on that day? Take the graveyard shift on a Friday night? Wouldn't you believe it, but I'm sick that day. Yeah, sorry about that, sucks, I know. Anyways, good luck with that! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo INVESTIGATION ONGOING The following file has been locked by the Ethics Committee and is under investigation for misuse of contained anomalies and negligence within Site-115. Item#: 7215 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director S. Steele Jr. Researcher Lennings N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7215 is kept within the Site-115 break room. All Site-115 personnel must inform Site Director Steele before utilizing SCP-7215. Description: SCP-7215 is a standard Gregorian monthly calendar with only one page, composed of glossy paper. At the end of every month, SCP-7215 will change its contents to display the new current month. This page will automatically update with notable events at Site-115, written in pen.1 When an individual makes a marking on SCP-7215, they will experience mild to severe flu symptoms on the marked day, despite no evidence of being infected with an influenza virus.2 These symptoms continue until the individual is excused from their place of work, whereupon the symptoms dissipate, leaving the subject healthy and unharmed. + Level 3 Clearance or Below Required - Authentication Overridden Addendum 7215.1: Site Applications Shortly after the SCP-7215 file went online, the number of illness-excused absences increased drastically at Site-115. To address the causes of these absences, Site Director Steele met with Junior Researcher Lennings to discuss the suspected use of SCP-7215. INTERVIEW Interviewer: Site Director Stacy Steele Interviewee: Junior Researcher Liam Lennings Date: April 6th, 2018 «BEGIN LOG» Steele: Lennings, I've called you in here to talk about your excessive absences. You've been sick on four separate occasions in the past two weeks. Lennings: Lennings? What's with the professionalism? Did the promotion get to your head? (Laughs) Steele: Thought I'd may as well play the part. So, mind explaining the absences? Lennings: I won't get in trouble for this, will I? Steele: Please, you know I'm not going to do that to you. Lennings: Alright, I'm holding you to that. We've been using the calendar in the break room. We've been using it to give ourselves time off since it's easier than going through the whole process. Steele: And they think that if I know, I'll stop them? Lennings: Pretty much. You'll let it slide, right? Steele: I'll do you one better. «END LOG» Following this, Director Steele released a memo to members of Site-115, regarding SCP-7215. To: Site-115 ([email protected]) From: Stacy Steele ([email protected]) Subject: Increased Absences, SCP-7215 I'm aware of the usage of SCP-7215 to bypass the lengthy process of requesting days off. I've only been the Director for about a month, so I know what it's like to have management breathing down your neck. Some of you know me from when I was a Senior Researcher. I assure you, I'm still the same person. I only ask that you tell me why you're using SCP-7215 and ask that you don't abuse the system. I'm here to help. - Director Steele Addendum 7215.2: Documented Uses Date Sick Name Reason April 7th, 2018 Junior Researcher Polly Parks Jr. Researcher Parks attended her daughter's choir concert after missing several of her daughter's events in the last several months. April 10th, 2018 Junior Researcher Liam Lennings Jr. Researcher Lennings had an appointment to renew his driver's license. He returned to work in the afternoon at the request of Director Steele. April 12th, 2018 Senior Researcher Alex Adams Sr. Researcher Adams sustained several minor injuries on April 12th,3 from a containment breach.4 The twelfth was marked on the 18th of April, retroactively preventing Sr. Researcher Adams from being present during the containment breach.5 April 15th, 2018 Agent Miranda Martinez Agent Martinez's day off was interrupted by the aforementioned containment breach. Since the 15th of April was largely uneventful, it was used as a make-up day. May 1st, 2018 Site Director Stacy Steele Director Steele spent the days leading up to the 30th writing an extensive monthly review on Site-115 and a containment report for April 12th. May 2nd, 2018 All site personnel, except Director Steele See Addendum 7215.3 Addendum 7215.3: Unexpected Behavior On May 1st, 2018, SCP-7215 updated to May, however, it didn't document any day after the second. Following this discovery, a rumor spread across Site-115, suggesting that the lack of calendar days on SCP-7215 implied a potential ZK-Class "End of Time" Scenario. The following log was recorded on surveillance cameras within the Site-115 break room. CAMERA LOG Time: 16:26, May 1st, 2018 Camera: Break Room - Interior Personnel Present: Sr. Rsr Adams, Jr. Rsr Lennings, Jr. Rsr Parks, and Agent Martinez «BEGIN LOG» (All present personnel enter the break room, mid-conversation.) Parks: (yelling) We can't just give up! There has to be some anomaly on-site that can nullify this, or some kind of thaumaturgic ritual, or a- Adams: It's just an isolated event! There's no proof saying that all of time is going to end. The Foundation would've found out by now. Parks: (gestures to SCP-7215) The calendar is right there. What more proof could you need?! Adams: (shakes head) Even with that, there should still be other signs that something's happening tomorrow, but all the tests came back cold. Maybe this is some kind of mistake on the anomaly's part. Parks: It hasn't been wrong before! This thing has predicted everything at the site so far. It got the containment breach, its managed meetings- Hell, it even predicted Liam's food poisoning! And it still happened! Lennings: Worth it. Parks: This is the end of time! Why are you so calm about this? Adams: Because we've spent the whole day looking for outs! What else can we do now? (All parties are silent. The air conditioning unit turns on, producing a light buzzing sound heard throughout the rest of the recording.) Martinez: Maybe it's a localized event. Maybe it'll only affect the site and nothing else. Lennings: I don't think it works like that. Martinez: But it'd explain why you can't find anything wrong. It's a local event, not worldwide. So… (Martinez walks up to SCP-7215 and makes a marking.) Martinez: I'm staying home. (Martinez exits the break room.) Lennings: And then there were three. Parks: (throws hands into the air) Fine! I guess the next best thing to do is to evacuate the site. Lennings: I'll let everyone know. (Lennings runs out of the break room.) Adams: We still don't know for sure! Parks: Keep telling yourself that. (Adams sighs and looks around the break room. The water cooler gurgles in the corner.) Adams: So, are you coming in tomorrow? (Parks walks over to SCP-7215 and makes a marking. She then turns and shakes her head.) Parks: No. (Parks exits the room. Lennings enters shortly after.) Lennings: Forgot to schedule me being sick. (Lennings walks over to SCP-7215 and makes a marking. He then jogs out of the room.) Lennings: (faintly) See you later Alex! (Adams stands in the break room for two minutes. He walks over and inspects SCP-7215. After a few minutes, he makes a marking on SCP-7215. Adams then exits the room.) «END LOG» Closing Notes: Throughout the next thirty minutes, several personnel enter the break room and make a marking on SCP-7215. Conversation during this period is either a repetition of earlier remarks or is unrelated to SCP-7215 entirely. Director Steele, unaware of this development,6 came in on May 2nd. She found a sticky note attached to SCP-7215 and, after reading its contents, alerted all Site-115 personnel to return to work immediately. SCP-7215 had updated to its predictable state, outlining the rest of the month without error. A transcription of the sticky note has been logged below: Sorry guys, my printer ran out of ink. It's fixed now though! -Mason, Temporal Anomalies Department Footnotes 1. The handwriting of this writing has not been identified. 2. This has also been observed to work retroactively, creating the potential for paradoxes. 3. Injuries include: A sprained ankle, a mild concussion, and a broken wrist 4. The containment breach was documented on SCP-7215, allowing recontainment efforts to operate smoothly and swiftly. 5. This created a new set of memories of April 12th, when Sr. Researcher Adams was absent from the Site. Memories from when Sr. Researcher Adams was present during the containment breach weren't lost. 6. Director Steele had avoided all available forms of communication with Site-115 to enjoy a "stress-free day." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7215" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7215. Licensed under CC-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-7216 | safe | Item#: 7216 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7216 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7216 is to be contained within a High-Value Safe-Class storage locker on Site-77's Containment Wing. Access to SCP-7216 is limited to personnel who are approved by both the current Head Researcher and Site Director. As SCP-7216 is currently actively utilized by Site-77's D Class Enrollment Program, it is to be handled with extreme care to ensure it remains functional. SCP-7216 is to be cleaned daily, and is not to be removed from its locker for more than twelve continuous hours at any time. The item is to be unloaded before it is placed back into its storage locker. Testing with SCP-7216's "primary fire" ability is forbidden indefinitely. Only SCP-7216-1 instances created through the utilization of the item's "secondary fire" ability are to be enrolled as D Class personnel. Any SCP-7216-1 instances created through the utilization of the item's primary anomalous property are to be terminated temporarily contained on Site-77 and are to await transfer to an available Humanoid Containment Site. Investigation into the existence of GoI-6127 ("Saunders Brothers, Incorporated") is ongoing. Description: SCP-7216 is a physically non-anomalous SIG Sauer P226 full-sized service pistol designed to fire 9×19mm Parabellum cartridges. When held and fired, SCP-7216 functions as a regular pistol of its kind would. However, projectiles fired from SCP-7216 do not act as non-anomalous bullets of their kind would upon being propelled by the weapon and are thus designated SCP-7216-1. SCP-7216-1 instances display decreased momentum and acceleration rate upon exiting the gun. Due to a rapid increase in their mass, instances of SCP-7216-1 will usually lose most of their kinetic energy after travelling for 20-40 centimeters and fall to the ground. This makes SCP-7216 relatively less effective as a combat weapon unless it is fired at point blank, although doing so can lead to unpredictable results due to the properties of SCP-7216-1. Upon being fired from SCP-7216, an instance of SCP-7216-1 will undergo spontaneous alterations to its composition. SCP-7216-1's composition will become entirely biological and analysis of tissue samples taken from SCP-7216-1 instances have shown they are genetically identical to modern humans (Homo sapiens).1 Following its propulsion from the gun, SCP-7216-1 will undergo rapid cellular duplication which leads to an increase in mass. This process will last for somewhere between five to twelve seconds. By the end of this period, SCP-7216-1 will have gone through every stage of its developmental process and transformed into a fully sapient adult human of varying gender with a complete set of functioning organs, bones, muscles and nerves. The biological age of these humans can range from around 20 to 50 years. SCP-7216-1 instances formed through this process claim to be able to recall a set of mostly vague memories of a purported life prior to their ejection from SCP-7216. Even though SCP-7216-1 instances will usually struggle to fully recall details regarding their purported experiences, most of the details that the instances are able to recall are almost completely identical across every SCP-7216-1 instance of the same gender. For example, instances of SCP-7216-1 universally claim to have been born in the city of Lugano, Switzerland on 22/11/1975 and are fluent in both Italian and German. It is unknown how SCP-7216-1 instances are able to develop outside of a womb or how SCP-7216 is able to form these memories. SCP-7216's secondary anomalous property activates only if its handler vocalizes one of the ten phrases which can supposedly trigger a particular portion of SCP-7216's "code" and fires the weapon less than thirty seconds following this vocalization. See Addenda for more details on SCP-7216's "secondary fire" ability. Addendum 7216.01: Discovery SCP-7216 was recovered from the corpse of Franzi Bolliger, an illegal arms dealer operating in Lugano, after emergency services were dispatched to Bolliger's house following a call from a civilian woman, Nola Felix, who had reportedly witnessed Bolliger's lifeless body resting on the floor while looking through the house's window. Felix later claimed to have come into contact with Bolliger through the Internet and that he had offered to sell her what he referred to as "a gun with supernatural powers." Even though she was reportedly sceptical of this offer at first, Felix was persuaded by Bolliger after he messaged a video to her in which he demonstrated the anomalous properties of SCP-7216. The said video was confirmed to exist later on and recovered from Felix's hard drive. Bolliger's cause of death was determined to be massive cranial trauma caused by the manifestation of 63 kilograms of various biological material inside his skull; including skin, muscle tissue, brain tissue, bone fragments and nails. Following the genetic analysis of these materials and discovery of SCP-7216's anomalous properties, it has been ruled that Bolliger died as a consequence of mishandling the weapon. Per standard protocol, Nola Felix and every emergency service personnel who witnessed Bolliger's corpse were administered Class B amnestic treatment. Bolliger's death was explained as suicide via gunshot. The aforementioned video recovered from Ms. Felix's laptop was transported onto a USB and subsequently taken into custody. An English transcription of the video has been provided below. Transcript 7216-D-01 Recovery Date: 05/01/2016 Duration: 3m 38s [BEGIN LOG] [The footage begins with the shot of an open grassland. Multiple trees are visible several meters in front of Bolliger, who is filming.] Bolliger: Hello, Ms. Felix. I'm sure you can reckon the reason I'm contacting you now. You called me a liar, so here's my alibi. [Bolliger holds SCP-7216 up with his right hand and shows it to the camera.] Bolliger: This gun you see here is a full sized service pistol that fires nine by nineteen milimeter Parabellum cartridges. This is no ordinary gun though. I paid quite a hefty price for this and I've had it for around six months. Long story short, I got bored and now I'm looking to sell it. I am… not allowed to disclose who I bought it from but rest assured, it wasn't the mafia. I'm sure you'll see why once I demonstrate it. [Bolliger aims SCP-7216 at one of the trees and shoots. The fired SCP-7216-1 instance fails to make contact with the tree and falls to the ground after travelling for several centimeters.] Bolliger: If you were looking for weapons to protect your property, I'm afraid this'll disappoint you. But trust me. [The SCP-7216-1 instance begins to rapidly grow in size. It begins assuming a humanoid shape after three seconds and after ten seconds have passed, the instance has finally become a fully grown SCP-7216-1. The instance (SCP-7216-1-01) is a male human with blonde hair, green eyes and freckles on its face. It sits on the grass and observes its surroundings, apparently confused.] Bolliger: This is much more fun. SCP-7216-1-01: What? Where am I? Bolliger: Once fired, the gun dispenses a standard adult human of random gender. There is a fifty-fifty chance of it being a woman or a man. This is what the male version looks like. SCP-7216-1-01: Who are you? Are you filming this? Bolliger: And this is what the female version looks like. [Bolliger fires SCP-7216 again after aiming it at a tree behind SCP-7216-1-01. SCP-7216-1-01 becomes distressed and covers its ears.] SCP-7216-1-01: Dear God! Careful with that, you maniac! That thing is loud! [The fired SCP-7216-1 instance (SCP-7216-1-02) similarly drops after travelling for several centimeters and begins growing in size, transforming into a fully grown instance within seven seconds. The instance is a male of identical appearance.] SCP-7216-1-01: What the hell is happening? SCP-7216-1-02: Huh? [points at Bolliger] Who are you? Why am I here? [notices SCP-7216-1-01] Oh God. I'm high, aren't I? Bolliger: Ah, shit. Like I said, this thing is a bit unreliable at times because its shooting is randomized. But I'm very certain if we try again- [Bolliger aims SCP-7216 between the two SCP-7216-1 instances and fires a third time. This time, the instance takes five seconds to fully grow. This instance (SCP-7216-1-03) is a female with blonde hair, green eyes and freckles on its face. Upon completing its growth, SCP-7216-1-03 holds its abdomen and retches.] SCP-7216-1-03: [groans] My stomach is killing me. [grabs its head] And my head hurts. Where… Where am I? SCP-7216-1-01: Wait a minute. I recognize you. [stands up] You look familiar. What's your name? SCP-7216-1-03: My name? Milla, I think? I don't know, my head really hurts. Who are you? And why are you- Bolliger: And that is what the female version looks like. And if that's not to your liking, well… there is only one way to dispose of them, I'm afraid. [Bolliger drops SCP-7216 on the ground and pulls out an identical service pistol.] SCP-7216-1-01: Wait, what do you mean by dispose? No, wait, don't- [Bolliger fires the pistol three times and shoots SCP-7216-1-01, -1-03 and -1-02; in that respective order, killing all three instantly. Bolliger then drops the pistol and picks up SCP-7216 again.] Bolliger: Yeah. But if you don't want to deal with that, and why would you, this weapon also fires custom bullets. There are ten different custom bullet options you can shoot with, five male and five female. You can have more, it's just that I couldn't afford it. [Bolliger points SCP-7216 at the sky.] Bolliger: [speaking slow and clear] Ryan Rodney Reynolds. [Bolliger fires SCP-7216. The fired SCP-7216-1 instance drops right in front of Bolliger and fully grows within eight seconds. The instance (SCP-7216-1-04) stands erect facing Bolliger. It doesn't appear to blink or breathe and maintains a blank expression. Even though only SCP-7216-1-04's face can be captured on camera, the instance closely resembles Canadian born actor, producer and businessman Ryan Reynolds as he appeared in his early thirties.] Bolliger: [chuckles] I bet I have your attention now, don't I? Just message me back and we can discuss the details later. I have a feeling you're going to be interested in this, Ms. Felix. [Bolliger terminates the film.] [END LOG] Following the recovery of this footage, the Bolliger estate was raided by Foundation agents who discovered three drums containing hydrochloric acid which were presumably used by Bolliger to dispose the bodies of the deceased SCP-7216-1 instances seen in the film. An extensive investigation of the estate followed, during which one of the teams located a letter hidden underneath one of the house's floorboards with a message printed on it in Italian and an English translation provided under it. An English transcript of this document's text has been provided below. Document 7216-D-01 To whomever this may concern, Thank you for purchasing Saunders-Grade Pleasure Pistol™ v. 1.0. This manual is intended to provide you with instructions on how to maximize your satisfaction with our services and to prevent any accidents which may occur due to customer mishandling. Please remember the Saunders brand is not responsible for any injuries which may result from any such accidents. Because you answered that you are bisexual in the customized survey we provided for you2, this product has been equipped with the genetic codes of five male and five female celebrities of your own choosing.3 In the event of this item being fired normally, it will dispense a standard human being of one of the two registered biological sexes. Frequent usage of this feature is not advised as doing so can lead to unwanted accidents around your household and risk violating the agreements of the non-disclosure pact you signed with Saunders Brothers, Incorporated. Instead, you can benefit from this item's secondary feature by uttering the full legal name of any of the following individuals and firing your weapon within no more than thirty seconds of doing so. This item has been equipped with the codes of five males: 1. Ryan Rodney Reynolds 2. Idrissa Akuna Elba 3. Daniel Bernhardt 4. Dwayne Douglas Johnson 5. Thomas Cruise Mapother IV And five females: 1. Natalie Hershlag 2. Gisele Caroline Bündchen 3. Naomi Elaine Campbell 4. Sabine Timoteo 5. Giorgia Würth In the event of one of the aforementioned individuals dying, the part of the item's code correlating to that individual will cease to function indefinitely. Please keep in mind that Saunders Brothers, Incorporated cannot in any way be held responsible for any injuries or loss of life resulting from violating the non-disclosure pact. And lastly, as you probably already know, no refunds. Signed, Berkay Saunders, Gunther Saunders, Carlos Saunders Following these discoveries; Overwatch Command ordered for Nola Felix, who had temporarily been incarcerated after she attempted to leave her home country of Switzerland using a faulty passport, to be detained and brought under Foundation custody on the suspicion of her being involved with a potentially hostile group of interest. Ms. Felix was found to have died while under police custody on 07/01/2016 after biting into a capsule of cyanide which had escaped the attention of the police officers supervising her. Felix's passport was successfully recovered, although no errors could be determined with it, contrary to the claims of numerous border guard officers. Records of her online interactions with Mr. Bolliger have been seized and investigation into the conditions under which she and Bolliger died is ongoing. Addendum 7216.02: Excerpts from Testing Log 7216-A Test #: 001 Protocol: D-8657 was ordered to aim SCP-7216 at an immobile target located 25 meters away from his position and shoot once. The purpose of this test was to collect more information on the cognitive extent and origins of SCP-7216-1. Result: SCP-7216 ejected a female instance of SCP-7216-1 (SCP-7216-1-04) which landed approximately 35 cm away from D-8657 and fully developed within 8 seconds. The ejected instance's appearance was identical to the one observed on the film recovered from Nola Felix's hard drive. It measured 165 cm in height, 45 kg in weight and spoke fluent Italian in a Swiss accent. The instance's biological age was estimated to be 20-30 years old. The instance was interviewed by Dr. Polifemo Corsi and subsequently terminated. + Interview Log 7216-A-01 - Interview Log 7216-A-01 Interview Log 7216-A-01 Foreword: Interview originally conducted in Italian. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Corsi: Hello and good afternoon, Subject 7216-1-04. SCP-7216-1-04: That's a very long name. I'm not sure it's mine. Thanks for the clothes, by the way. Dr. Corsi: It's the provisional designation we gave you, don't think too much about it. And also, you're welcome. Before we start, is there anything you'd like to ask me first? SCP-7216-1-04: Just one thing, at least for now. What is this place? Dr. Corsi: This is a scientific research facility. We are trying to figure out who you are and where you came from. SCP-7216-1-04: Ah. Good luck then. Dr. Corsi: Are you able to explain the unusual properties of the weapon which led to your creation? SCP-7216-1-04: The… weapon that lead to my creation? That's a weird way to describe it but… Are you talking about my mother- Dr. Corsi: [interrupting] I'm going to take that as a no. Does the name "Saunders" mean anything to you? SCP-7216-1-04: I have no idea what that means. Dr. Corsi: That's fine. Do you have a name? SCP-7216-1-04: Funny you should ask. [pause] My name is Milla. Dr. Corsi: What's your full name? SCP-7216-1-04: Milla isn't short for anything. My full name is Milla. Dr. Corsi: Do you have a surname? SCP-7216-1-04: Everyone has a surname. Dr. Corsi: What's yours? SCP-7216-1-04: I don't remember. Dr. Corsi: How can you forget your surname? SCP-7216-1-04: I forget a lot of things. I don't even remember how I got here. Don't you have any better questions? These aren't helping anyone. Dr. Corsi: Right. How about parents? Do you remember anything about a mother or a father? Do you remember your mother's name, if you had one? SCP-7216-1-04: No. But I remember having a mother. [pauses and thinks] I remember her as having an interest in guns. She also had interest in other things, but I don't want to talk about them. I don't think I miss her. My head hurts sometimes. I think it's her fault. [another, longer pause] She might've done something to me. Dr. Corsi: How about your father? Do you remember your father's name? SCP-7216-1-04: No. But I remember he's dead. Dr. Corsi: How did he die? SCP-7216-1-04: Given the information at hand… gun violence, probably. [chuckles] Dr. Corsi: Was that an attempt at humor? I suggest you take this interview a little more seriously. SCP-7216-1-04: I know, I know. Sorry. Dr. Corsi: Do you remember where you were born? SCP-7216-1-04: Lugano. It's… a city in Switzerland. Ever heard of it? Dr. Corsi: Yes. I was born in Italy. It borders Switzerland, as you may know. SCP-7216-1-04: Good…. good for you. [whispering to itself] Italy, Germany, France, Austria. Italy, Germany, France Austria. Italy, Germany, France- Dr. Corsi: We shouldn't go off topic. If you're from Switzerland, can you prove it by telling me what the capital of Switzerland is? SCP-7216-1-04: It doesn't have a capital. Dr. Corsi: …alright. Did you attend school in Lugano? Or were you raised some place else? Do you remember? SCP-7216-1-04: I remember college. I had some friends there. Don't remember names or faces, was never good with them. I think I miss them. They didn't do anything to me. [spits on the floor] Sorry about that. Just felt like doing it. Dr. Corsi: It's okay. Do you remember when you were born? SCP-7216-1-04: Twenty second of November nineteen-seventy-five. Dr. Corsi: You sound sure of it. SCP-7216-1-04: It's the only date I remember. Figured it was my birthday. Dr. Corsi: What's the latest memory you can remember? SCP-7216-1-04: Something about… a cake, candles and a table. My mother isn't there. Neither is my father, although he has a good excuse. Somebody else is there. I don't know who they are but they're there. I remember feeling really sleepy, it's so bad that I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open and can't focus on anything. Then I black out and when I open my eyes again, I see a guy pointing a gun at me. Dr. Corsi: What's the earliest memory you can remember? SCP-7216-1-04: [grabs its head] Too far. You went way too far. Hurts to think about. Dr. Corsi: I understand and I apologize. I have one last question. [Dr. Corsi procures a photograph of a male instance of SCP-7216-1.] Dr. Corsi: Do you know this person? [SCP-7216-1-04 leans forward to look at the picture.] SCP-7216-1-04: Yes, but I don't remember them. Dr. Corsi: Please elaborate. SCP-7216-1-04: I know that I know them, but I don't know who they are. I know that he knows me, but… [pause] No. Now that I think about it, who even am I? Does anyone even know? Do you know? Dr. Corsi: Well, you said your name is Milla. [SCP-7216-1-04 opens its mouth in shock. It seems to panick and cover its face with its hands, whimpering.] SCP-7216-1-04: I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said it. Dr. Corsi: Why not? SCP-7216-1-04: Because my name does not belong to me. It does not. Not anymore. My essence is someone else's. My body… My body is someone else's. I have a purpose. I don't know what it is but it's not this. [points at its shirt] I can't have things. Why did you give these to me? I can't have things, how can I? These belong to you. Dr. Corsi: They don't. We gave them to you. SCP-7216-1-04: These clothes are yours. Don't lie, I can feel it. I'm so, so sorry. [SCP-7216-1-04 stands up and begins to hyperventilate while grasping at its chest. Dr. Coris becomes uncomfortable and stands up as well.] Dr. Corsi: I see you're not equipped to answer any more questions. I thereby conclude this interview. [in English] We're done here. [Dr. Corsi exits the room. Two guards enter soon after to subdue SCP-7216-1-04 and remove it for subsequent termination.] [END LOG] Conclusion: SCP-7216-1-04 demonstrated symptoms in line with cases of dissociative amnesia and severe infantile amnesia throughout the interview. Post-mortem analysis results show the instance never actually suffered any visible brain damage, meaning this condition was likely either caused by psychological trauma or another issue stemming from the anomalous rapid development of a brain. The specimen was otherwise in perfect physical health. - Dr. Polifemo Corsi Test #: 003 Protocol: D-8657 was ordered to aim SCP-7216 at an immobile target located 25 meters away from his position and shoot once. The purpose of this test was to collect more information on the cognitive extent and origins of SCP-7216-1. Result: SCP-7216 ejected a male instance of SCP-7216-1 (SCP-7216-1-06) which landed approximately 35 cm away from D-8657 and fully developed within 5 seconds. The ejected instance's appearance was identical to the one observed on the film recovered from Nola Felix's hard drive. It measured 175 cm in height, 59 kg in weight and spoke fluent Italian in a Swiss accent. The instance's biological age was estimated to be 30-50 years old. The instance was interviewed by Dr. Polifemo Corsi and subsequently terminated. + Interview Log 7216-A-02 - Interview Log 7216-A-02 Interview Log 7216-A-02 Foreword: Interview originally conducted in Italian. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Corsi: Hello and good afternoon, Subject 7216-1-06. SCP-7216-1-06: [looks up] Huh? Oh, hello to you as well, sir. I never got to thank you for giving me these clothes. Dr. Corsi: It's not a problem. Before we start this interview, is there anything you'd like to ask me first? SCP-7216-1-06: Yeah, actually. How… did I get here? I have this really bad headache right now and can barely remember anything. Are you guys cops? I think I was a little high last night, is that what this is about? Dr. Corsi: We don't know how you got here, we were hoping you'd tell us that. And no, we're not cops and we don't know about anything that happened to you last night. Speaking of that, what do you remember about last night? SCP-7216-1-06: Good question. I think this happened last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. Whatever, let's just say last night. I'm walking down a street, it's pitch black outside and I don't remember why I'm walking. All I know is that I'm trying to get away from something. But this "something" isn't chasing me down or anything. It's more like I'm trying to put a distance between myself and someone or something that I don't like. That's why I'm walking, to get away from my problems as much as I can. I think. Dr. Corsi: Is that all you can remember? SCP-7216-1-06: Like I said, I remember being pretty high or drunk. I couldn't walk straight. I remember a black van passing by me. That's the moment I passed out and woke up here a little later. How long have I been asleep, by the way? Dr. Corsi: I don't know, couldn't say. What's the last date you can remember? SCP-7216-1-06: I don't remember when this happened. It couldn't have been more than a couple days ago. What's today's date? Dr. Corsi: It's the seventh of January. SCP-7216-1-06: Then this probably happened on the sixth. Dr. Corsi: Just out of curiosity, what year do you think we're in? [SCP-7216-1-06 does not answer. Instead, it stares and smiles at Dr. Corsi, occassionally nervously glancing to its right.] Dr. Corsi: [sighs] Well. Moving on then. Are you able to explain the unusual properties of the weapon which led to your creation? SCP-7216-1-06: Excuse me? Dr. Corsi: I'm just going to take that as a no again. Does the name "Saunders" mean anything to you? SCP-7216-1-06: Where are these questions even coming from? Who is Saunders? Dr. Corsi: It's alright if you don't know. Do you have a name? SCP-7216-1-06: How is that relevant? Dr. Corsi: How is that not relevant? SCP-7216-1-06: I don't think I was supposed to have a name. People like me aren't supposed to have names. Dr. Corsi: Can you explain why? SCP-7216-1-06: You're wasting your time with redundant questions. I have this innate feeling. I have a purpose to fullfil here, I can feel it in me and my name wouldn't have anything to do with it even if I could remember what it was. You people are not cops. No. That would be too simple. I know it. Dr. Corsi: You're not really being helpful. You clearly have some kind of medical condition. It's not normal for a person to forget their name. Whatever happened to you last night, it clearly affected you in a serious way and we're trying to help you. Can't you remember anything? Like your mother's name? Or your father's? SCP-7216-1-06: Nope. Don't remember anything about my father. And my mother… well… I can remember a face. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. Lazy left eye. But that's all. No name. Dr. Corsi: Do you remember where you were born? SCP-7216-1-06: Oh, that's easy. My home town's Lugano. You know, southern Switzerland? [pause] We're still in Switzerland, right? Dr. Corsi: Yeah, sure. Did you attend school here, in Lugano? Or were you raised some place else? SCP-7216-1-06: I don't remember ever leaving this place my entire life. It's my home, you know. Dr. Corsi: Can you recall anything about your life that really stand out? Anything at all? Like your birthday? Any partners or friends or pleasent moments like your wedding or any embarrassing memories like… I don't know, falling to the ground in front of your crush? Anything? SCP-7216-1-06: Oh boy, that's a lot of details to consider. My birthday is on the twenty second of November. I was born in nineteen-seventy-five. I remember that, would never forget that. [chuckles] Other than that, I guess I can remember a… a girl? With blonde hair? I think she was my girlfriend or someone very, very close. The image is there but there is still no name. Dr. Corsi: Could this be the person you're talking about? [Dr. Corsi shows SCP-7216-1-06 a picture of a female instance of SCP-7216-1.] SCP-7216-1-06: Eh. It could be. She looks pretty familiar, but it could be just another blonde lady. In fact, you know what, let's just… [hands the picture to Dr. Corsi] It's just that I feel like I already said too much and… this picture and all these questions… it's just… It's all a bit too much, okay? Remember when I talked about having a purpose? I think none of this has anything to do with that and I'm tired of wasting my time. Do what you gotta do with me. Come on. Whatever it is, I can take it. Dr. Corsi: What? SCP-7216-1-06: You know, don't you? Oh, you cunning little thing. You knew all along. You have to know, someone has to know. Come on then. Do it. Show me my purpose. I'm tired of sitting here doing nothing. Dr. Corsi: I asked everything I had to ask. I conclude this interview. Thank you for your cooperation, 7216-1-06. [SCP-7216-1-06 spontaneously bursts into laughter and falls off its chair. Dr. Corsi ignores this and exits the room. Two guards enter soon after to subdue SCP-7216-1-06 and remove it for subsequent termination.] [END LOG] Conclusion: Despite appearing significantly better adjusted to their condition than SCP-7216-1-04 and -05, SCP-7216-1-06 demonstrated similar symptoms of severe amnesia. Autopsy results also similarly showed the specimen was otherwise in perfect health at the time of death. - Dr. Polifemo Corsi Test #: 004 Protocol: D-8657 was ordered to aim SCP-7216 at an immobile target located 25 meters away from his position and shoot once immediately after vocalizing the words "Dwayne Douglas Johnson." The purpose of this test was to collect more information on the secondary anomalous property of SCP-7216 mentioned in Document 7216-D-01. Result: SCP-7216 ejected a male instance of SCP-7216-1 (SCP-7216-1-07) which landed approximately 35 cm away from D-8657 and fully developed within 11 seconds. This instance showed abnormal behavior; it didn't appear to breath, blink or react to any external stimuli other than verbal commands. Additionally, the instance's physical appearance resembled that of American actor, professional wrestler, and businessman Dwayne Douglas "the Rock" Johnson as he appeared in the late 90s during the early years of his wrestling career. The instance did not resist containment, was interviewed by Dr. Polifemo Corsi and subsequently terminated. + Interview Log 7216-A-03 - Interview Log 7216-A-03 Interview Log 7216-A-03 Foreword: Part of interview originally conducted in Italian. [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Corsi enters the room where SCP-7216-1-07 is standing erect, facing the interview room's door. It doesn't react to Dr. Corsi's entrance.] Dr. Corsi: Hello? Can you hear me? [SCP-7216-1-07 does not react.] Dr. Corsi: Are you there? Hey! I'm talking to you. [SCP-7216-1-07 does not react.] Dr. Corsi: [in English] Hello? Mr. Johnson? If you can see or hear me, blink once. [SCP-7216-1-07 blinks.] Dr. Corsi: Finally! 7216-1-07, would you be open to answering some questions today? [SCP-7216-1-07 does not react.] Dr. Corsi: [in Italian] Damn it. [in English] Sir! Can you hear me? Please at least say something so I can understand you can see I'm here. SCP-7216-1-07: Something.4 Dr. Corsi: [in Italian] Oh. Okay. We're getting somewhere. [in English] Do you only respond to verbal orders? Interesting. Jump for me. [SCP-7216-1-07 begins jumping in place with 3 seconds long intervals between each jump.] Dr. Corsi: Stop. Raise your right arm. [SCP-7216-1-07 ceases jumping and raises its right arm all the way into the air.] Dr. Corsi: Very interesting, indeed. What's your name? Tell me your name. SCP-7216-1-07: I am Dwayne Douglas Johnson, also known by my ring name the Rock. Dr. Corsi: Really? It's a pleasure to be in the presence of a celebrity, Mr. Johnson. Tell me more about yourself. SCP-7216-1-07: I am an American actor, professional wrestler and businessman. I am signed to WWE, where I perform on a part-time basis. Widely regarded as one of the greatest professional wrestlers of all time, I was integral to the development and success of the World Wrestling Federation, WWF, now WWE, during the Attitude Era. I wrestled for the WWF full-time for eight years before pursuing an acting career. My films have grossed over three point five billion American dollars in North America and over ten point five billion American dollars worldwide, making me one of the world's highest-grossing and highest-paid actors. I am a co-owner of the United Football League, a member of the board of directors of TKO Group Holdings, the parent company of UFC and WWE, and co-founder of Seven Bucks Productions. Dr. Corsi: That was… awfully detailed. [pauses, then speaks in Italian] Wait a minute. [Corsi pulls out his personal cell phone and begins typing something after opening it. After several seconds of reading, he looks back at SCP-7216-1-07.] Dr. Corsi: [in English] Did you just… quote your own Wikipedia page? Word by word? [SCP-7216-1-07 does not react.] Dr. Corsi: I asked you a question. Answer me. SCP-7216-1-07: Yes. Wikipedia is a free content online encyclopedia written and maintained by a community of volunteers, known as Wikipedians, through open collaboration and the wiki software MediaWiki. Wikipedia is the largest and most-read reference work- Dr. Corsi: [interrupting] Stop, stop, stop. I get it. This thing's an idiot. But we could work with that. I declare this interview, if you could call it that, over. Let me out. [Dr. Corsi exits the room. SCP-7216-1-07 continues standing still.] [END LOG] Conclusion: SCP-7216-1-07 did not demonstrate any signs of sapience or sentience during the interview. Autopsy results showed us that even though the instance possessed a complete set of organs, none of them were functional and it is unknown how the instance was able to move on its own. Additionally, tissue samples taken from the instance showed a 99.99995% likelihood of a genetic match with the real Dwayne Johnson. It appears the information provided in Document 7216-D-01 was correct after all. Firing SCP-7216 after vocalizing the full legal name of one of the ten individuals mentioned in the said document will cause the resulting SCP-7216-1 instance to be genetically identical to the individual whose name was spoken. Instances created through this method appear to lack free will and are compelled to obey any verbal commands directly given to them in the native language of the individual the instance is physically identical to. I believe we can utilize this ability, given that all SCP-7216-1 instances produced through this method are still entirely genetically human. Since all my requests to utilize SCP-7216-1 instances created through SCP-7216's primary fire ability as D Class personnel were denied for reasons that are still a mystery to me, I hope the Ethics Committee will act reasonable and hear me out this time. I am thereby submitting this as a formal request. I'll be awaiting my answer, patiently. - Dr. Polifemo Corsi Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:REQUEST TO: Leo Mustafa, Ethics Committes Liaison for Site-77 FROM: Doctor Polifemo Corsi SUBJECT: Here's your response, for which you had been waiting patiently Hello Dr. Corsi, I hope this email finds you well. As a representative of the Committee, I speak for all of us here when I say we find your treatment of SCP-7216-1 instances highly concerning. I have read the unabridged testing logs, and my god, there is something fundamentally broken with you. The O5s might have turned a blind eye to this, but if I could, I would've done this to you sooner. We all agree that we have learned everything we could from testing with SCP-7216-1 instances. The Council and Committee have jointly ruled that further testing with these instances is to be forbidden forever. Additionally, you will be removed and replaced as the head researcher of the SCP-7216 project. Allow me to explain why: The minds of those people you experimented on, yes, people, had degraded to such a point that they were unable to remember even their own names, yes. But that doesn't mean they were less human than you or I, Corsi. I watched the logs. I heard the desperation in those women and men's voices. They were scared, Corsi. I could tell they were scared and confused, how would you feel if you were in the place of those poor bastards? What even was the point of some of those experiments? What do you think was going to happen when you had that one D Class fire the gun at another guy's abdomen? And why didn't you abort the test after you heard all those god-awful bone crunching sounds coming from the guy's stomach? Both of those people were visibly in pain, what was the point of dragging their torment on for as long as possible? What was there to learn from that? You'll be happy to know your request to integrate SCP-7216 into Site-77's D Class Enrollment Program has been approved. However, as long as I have anything to say in this matter, SCP-7216-1 instances created using the weapon's primary fire option will NOT be used for any such purpose. The fact that those people are able to recall memories, no matter how vague, means they are real people with real emotions. I won't stand for that kind of abuse. Best wishes, Leo Mustafa ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7216" by arhanandic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7216. Licensed under CC-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: gun.jpg Name: gun.jpg Author: IrrationalBeing License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sig_Sauer_P226_Legion_1.jpg Additional Notes: Image is cropped Footnotes 1. Analysis has additionally shown that SCP-7216-1 instances of identical gender will always be genetically identical to each other. 2. There exists no known evidence to corroborate this information, as all official records of Bolliger's life support that he identified as a heterosexual male throughout his life time. 3. None of the individuals named in this document contacted by undercover Foundation operatives demonstrated any familiarity with either SCP-7216, Franzi Bolliger, Nola Felix or the brand referred to as "Saunders Brothers." 4. Audio comparison of SCP-7216-1-07's voice with Dwayne Johnson's recordings from 1996-2000 provides a near-perfect match. |
SCP-7217 | euclid | Initial instance of SCP-7217-1. Item #: SCP-7217 Special Containment Procedures: The property housing SCP-7217 has been obtained and converted into a Foundation front business. Due to the building's large capacity and close vicinity to the public, all personnel are to maintain formal business disguises. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to enter the property are to be apprehended for questioning and given appropriate amnestics. All personnel are to familiarize themselves with the four on-site elevators within the facility: one on the east wing (designated Unit East), one on the north wing (designated Unit North), and two on the west (designated Unit West-A and Unit West-B, respectively). The interior of all units is to be camera monitored with embedded microphones and must be checked monthly for maintenance. SCP-7217's location is to be continuously monitored. In the event of a power outage, a backup generator has been installed. As SCP-7217's anomalous properties have been proven to be non-contagious and it appears to welcome basic interaction, personnel are permitted to operate an elevator when traversing. However, personnel are discouraged from engaging in extended conversation with SCP-7217 so as not to divert them from their assigned tasks. No personnel are permitted to operate an elevator during testing unless specifically directed. SCP-7217 may request rotational reading and drawing materials in an effort to distract it from its containment and is to undergo at least one hour of psychological counseling weekly. Description: SCP-7217 is a human female of East Asian descent that, at the time of writing, is contained inside four elevators in the [REDACTED] building in ███████, Florida. SCP-7217 is generally compliant with staff and poses no perceivable threat to others outside of its anomalous properties. Whenever SCP-7217 attempts to exit the elevator it currently resides in, it will immediately vanish and reappear inside one of the remaining three at random. These occurrences are not limited to SCP-7217's attempts to leave, as it is also capable of manifesting to the other units on its own accord. If physical items, including living organisms, are in direct contact with SCP-7217 during these relocation events, they will also appear alongside it. Human subjects have all reported minor feelings of light-headedness to nausea upon manifestation but are ultimately unharmed. All attempts by SCP-7217 to manifest in any area outside the elevators have failed. SCP-7217 does not appear to age nor require any form of sustenance. SCP-7217 has also proven to be perpetually aware of the presence, speech, and actions of any individual(s) inside any elevator on the property. On one occasion, two members of personnel were engaged in an argument inside Unit West-B when SCP-7217 manifested beside them. Immediately upon seeing SCP-7217, both ceased their argument and apologized. Sporadically, a single instance of SCP-7217-1 may manifest within any of the elevators. SCP-7217-1 instances resemble paper airplanes crafted from standard white 8.5'' x 11'' blank copy paper. All SCP-7217-1 planes are able to unfold to reveal written messages in non-anomalous black ink. These messages generally appear romantic in nature, indicating attraction towards SCP-7217. Currently, no traces of DNA or possible identifiers of an author have been found. Discovery: SCP-7217 was discovered after reports of a woman haunting the elevators of a multi-story office building came to the Foundation's attention. Security log footage obtained afterward revealed the earliest sighting of SCP-7217 when it anomalously appeared inside Unit East in an unconscious state. SCP-7217 was found by custodial staff hours later before the Foundation was notified. After Foundation officers intervened, all employees were relocated and given amnestics without incident. CONTAINMENT UPDATE Any instances of SCP-7217-1 that manifest must be immediately retrieved by an automated recovery drone and evaluated for potential harmful anomalous properties. Although SCP-7217 has agreed not to intercept them before retrieval, subject is not permitted access to any of the written content unless to get a better understanding of its origin, identify a possible author, or determine any other possible explanations for its anomalous nature. SCP-7217-1 instances are to be transcribed and logged before being incinerated. On 31/03/19, two years after the original containment of SCP-7217, video surveillance captured the first recorded instance of SCP-7217-1 when it was flying briefly inside Unit North before landing. SCP-7217 was sleeping at the time. After the plane was obtained and analyzed, SCP-7217 was allowed access to its content for an interview. SCP-7217-1.1 - Date Obtained: 31/03/19 - Unit North Ms. Hojo. Look at you. The scenery. When we first fell for each other. You were shy. New at the office. Shiny. Adorned in that white dress shirt with my favorite blue bow nestled in your hair. I'm sorry for the late response. Work gets busy, as you know. I promise this isn't meant to hurt you. Here all your perfections are preserved. Isn't that wonderful? ► Audio Log-7217.1 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED AUDIO LOG DATE: 31/03/19 INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217 INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy UNIT: North [BEGIN LOG] HARDY: Good afternoon, SCP-7217. How are you? SCP-7217: Okay, I guess. Same floor. Buttons. Elevators. Do you guys think you could maybe change the lights in these things? The buzzing noise is pretty strong. HARDY: We'll look into it. Let's discuss the plane. I'm assuming you've already taken a look at it? SCP-7217: Unfortunately. HARDY: In our previous discussions, you weren't able to recall the events that led you into your current situation. Has this sparked anything? SCP-7217: A little. It's a bit fuzzy though. HARDY: Very well. The most we can really go off from this is that the author knows you from work you've previously had. You were new and wearing the exact same clothes as now. SCP-7217: I guess that's right. This is what I had on my first day. HARDY: What type of work was it? SCP-7217: Interning. Can't exactly remember what for. It was like a studio company of some kind? Sorry, the name isn't really coming to me. I don't recall anything too weird about it, though. Long hours. Lots of paperwork. Coffee. HARDY: How long do you think you were there? SCP-7217: Around three weeks. HARDY: Was that facility the same as this one? SCP-7217: It's similar. From what I've seen. Only these elevators seem to be the same as I remember them. HARDY: Noted. How about your co-workers? SCP-7217: I didn't really talk much. Couldn't tell you their names. To be honest, I don't think I even remember my boss. All I know is that everyone there kinda just looked busy. Pretty much what you'd expect. HARDY: Surely as an intern you would have to work with someone. Is there anyone you could have been assigned to? SCP-7217: Maybe? I, uh … (Silence for 5 seconds.) HARDY: Do you remember speaking to someone who showed maybe a particular interest in you? Maybe while you two were inside an elevator specifically? SCP-7217: I would only take one at the end. It would always be late. But now thinking of it … that doesn't seem right. HARDY: In what way? SCP-7217: I vividly remember always being alone. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Still looking into SCP-7217's past work history. Nothing's come up yet, not even a location. This plane seems to be the first thing that has caused some revival in SCP-7217's memories … We're going to need more of these things, aren't we? - Senior Researcher Hardy Addendum 7217-1: As of 25/05/19, two (2) additional SCP-7217-1 planes have been recovered. SCP-7217 was granted access to both instances. SCP-7217-1.2 - Date Obtained: 16/05/19 - Unit East It's nice having you always here. No more fetching coffee for corrupt shitheads in suits and wearing baggy eyes. At least someone respects you now. SCP-7217-1.3 - Date Obtained: 25/05/19 - Unit West-A I've always found your resilience admirable. The fortitude, grace, and will to endure the passion of one that loves you: It's beautiful. Do you remember when we had dinner on the rooftop? Under the stars? I want that again. ► Audio Log-7217.2 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED AUDIO LOG DATE: 27/05/19 INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217 INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy UNIT: West-B [BEGIN LOG] (The sounds of paper rustling can be heard briefly.) HARDY: Let's start with the first one. I assume it brings back more of your interning. SCP-7217: The rule was apparently no more than two packets per cup. Wish someone would've told me that. HARDY: Even more evident that whoever this person is, they seem to know a lot about you. Worked with you. How about the other one? SCP-7217: No idea. Don't even know what all of that's supposed to mean. "Again"? HARDY: You don't recall taking part in such event. SCP-7217: No. HARDY: Noted. SCP-7217: The idea of having a rooftop dinner sounds really nice, but now it's just … (sighs) Really, having a decent moment with anyone sounds nice right about now. A morning walk in the park, at least. These walls are all the same. I never thought I would miss having a window. HARDY: It is a bit one note. Hopefully these discussions have helped you at least a little. The need for interaction is wired into all of us. SCP-7217: How about you? HARDY: … I'm sorry? SCP-7217: What do you do? After talking with me. HARDY: I'm afraid I can't answer that. SCP-7217: I meant for fun. HARDY: … Are you serious? SCP-7217: Yeah. HARDY: (sighs) If you must know, I do like a few good rounds of chess. SCP-7217: Chess? What's that? HARDY: The game. SCP-7217: Huh? HARDY: … Um, never mind. We'll talk about it later. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Despite implying seemingly false moments from SCP-7217's past, these planes do appear to possess a degree of truth in their knowledge. As for SCP-7217's memory loss: it doesn't know what chess is. Lovely. - Senior Researcher Hardy Addendum 7217-2: Two (2) instances of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to five (5) as of 1/7/19. SCP-7217-1.4 - Date Obtained: 20/06/19 - Unit West-B He shouldn't be there. No one should be, only you. Of course, there are still flaws in the new blueprints. Typical. At least I know you'll do the right thing eventually. Notes: First allusion to the possible origins of SCP-7217's anomalous properties. Further study is ongoing, albeit limited. SCP-7217-1.5 - Date Obtained: 01/07/19 - Unit North I hope you know that I am here for you. I can give you a world a million times more than that of what your father tried. Except I'm not going anywhere. Notes: Upon reading, SCP-7217 refused to comment for an interview. Subject requested to be left alone for the rest of that day1. Approximately 67 minutes after this request, SCP-7217 was recorded placing its hand on its chest and appearing to breathe at a faster rate than previously recorded. CONTAINMENT UPDATE II In the event that SCP-7217 demonstrates signs of intense panicked distress, two Foundation personnel, with permission from the Site Director, are to enter its current elevator and calm it to a more stable condition. At least one armed member of personnel must be present outside of the unit during this process. Extension of psychological counseling with SCP-7217 from one hour to three has been approved. On 14/07/19, SCP-7217 suddenly exhibited signs of previously unseen hyperventilation that resulted in a state of intense emotional distress reminiscent of a panic attack. Although subject was managed to be brought to a more stable condition after personnel intervention, these events would continue to occur periodically over the next few months. Particular instances have been documented below: ► Panic Logs-7217.A ▼ ACCESS GRANTED DATE: 14/07/19 UNIT: East NOTES: Initial instance. SCP-7217 calmed nine minutes after Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie had reached it. Subject's fingers were notably tense and fully extended. DATE: 03/12/19 UNIT: West-B NOTES: Noted to have taken approximately 20 minutes for SCP-7217 to calm. Senior Researcher Hardy suggested spending more time with SCP-7217, volunteering to teach it the game of chess that afternoon2. SCP-7217 had reacted positively to the activity. DATE: 07/01/20 UNIT: North NOTES: SCP-7217 was quivering on the floor and reported temporary tightness from the abdomen down. As participating in chess games has appeared to be an effective method of lowering SCP-7217's stress levels, Senior Researcher Hardy was granted permission to participate in future games with SCP-7217 when he is not assigned to other tasks or is on break. Extended counseling hours with SCP-7217 approved. Addendum 7217-3: One (1) instance of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to six (6) as of 15/03/20. SCP-7217-1.6 - Date Obtained: 15/03/20 - Unit East Your bow is crooked. Don't worry. I'll fix it. We're always together, after all. It'll be perfect for both of us soon. ► Audio Log-7217.3 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED AUDIO LOG DATE: 16/03/20 INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217 INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy UNIT: East [BEGIN LOG] HARDY: Light side goes first. (The sounds of glass clinks can be heard for a period of 10 seconds.) HARDY: How has your counseling been? SCP-7217: (faintly) Fine. HARDY: Your fingers don't seem to be so tight anymore. SCP-7217: Yeah. (More glass clinks.) HARDY: Any numbness? SCP-7217: … I'll be okay. (More glass clinks.) HARDY: Tell me what happened in that last attack. (Silence for 5 seconds.) SCP-7217: I used to think I was just being claustrophobic, being in these elevators for this long and not being able to do things. But this time, I heard it. Breathing. I couldn't tell you from where. But that's definitely what I heard. (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: Or maybe, I'm just losing my goddamn mind. HARDY: Describe the breathing. SCP-7217: Rough but a little whiny. It's hard to explain. I can move this here, right? HARDY: Yes. (More glass clinks.) HARDY: The most recent plane. Did- SCP-7217: Yeah. HARDY: We all have our theories about that last part. Right now. Do you feel anything? SCP-7217: Not now. HARDY: … But you have. SCP-7217: Sometimes. It comes and goes. I just wish I could … sense it better. It's just … a presence. Like when you walk into the house and know someone's there but you haven't actually seen them. (Silence for 5 seconds until the sounds of glass clinks are heard again.) HARDY: You're up. SCP-7217: This can go here or here, right? HARDY: That's correct. (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: Wait, no. Actually … (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: Huh!? You can do that? HARDY: Look. Diagonal's open. SCP-7217: (groans) (More glass clinks.) HARDY: Another one. SCP-7217: Again?! (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: Crap. (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: Crap. (More glass clinks.) SCP-7217: (heavy breathing) Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. (The sounds of glass clinks can be heard for a period of 10 seconds.) HARDY: Checkmate. SCP-7217: … Dammit! (Sounds of SCP-7217 breathing heavily continue until they slowly stop.) HARDY: That was better. You just ran through your pawns and rooks too quickly. You could've had my queen if you kept that bishop here. SCP-7217: I see. So I'm still terrible at this game. HARDY: Takes time. First, just remember what I taught you. Rooks can move … SCP-7217: Forwards, backwards, and sideways. HARDY: Bishops can move … SCP-7217: Diagonally. Knights can move in an "L" shape. The queen is the most powerful piece. HARDY: And … ? SCP-7217: What? HARDY: When a king can't make any more moves, that's checkmate. SCP-7217: … I knew that. HARDY: Don't beat yourself up over it. I was the same when I started. It seems we're out of time, anyway. SCP-7217: Wait, can we play just one more? HARDY: Well- SCP-7217: Please. (Silence.) HARDY: (sighs) One more. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Post-analysis of all units were inconclusive. Taylor and Massie are currently looking into the past recordings. Whether these sounds are simply a result of SCP-7217's mental state or can be attributed to whatever is keeping her stuck remains to be seen. Hopefully, my hunch is wrong, for her sake. - Senior Researcher Hardy Further panic events have been documented. See attached files for details. ► Panic Logs-7217.B ▼ ACCESS GRANTED DATE: 27/03/20 UNIT: All NOTES: SCP-7217 was manifesting frantically from elevator to elevator. At least two members of personnel were called inside each until she stopped relocating and was restrained on the floor of Unit West-B sobbing. SCP-7217 continued to cry out that "something was following" her and that she "had to get out." SCP-7217 finally calmed two hours later and after her request to participate in a game of chess was granted. DATE: 11/04/20 UNIT: North NOTES: SCP-7217 was found unconscious. After being evaluated by the site medical team, SCP-7217 continued to display signs of restlessness and refused to elaborate on a possible trigger. ► Audio Log-7217.4 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED AUDIO LOG DATE: 13/04/20 INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217 INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy UNIT: East [BEGIN LOG] HARDY: Where are you? (Silence.) HARDY: I know you can hear me. You agreed to an interview. (Silence.) HARDY: (sighs) Figured. Alright. Take a look at this. (Hardy can be briefly heard shuffling through the pocket on his coat.) HARDY: Sorry if it's a bit dusty. Hasn't been used for a while … I guess you could say that my brother and I were obsessed. It was the only game we had to play during those summer afternoons. We'd always try to win ten in a row against each other, though he mostly won. Around that time, most kids would be swimming or partying with friends. Not us. We were the nerds. (chuckles) (Silence.) HARDY: It was one of those rainy nights in July. Ended up being a hurricane. We were all okay, but you couldn't say the same for the house. Lot of things had gone with the storm, including our original set. (A gentle clang is heard from below.) HARDY: We called this one the lone survivor. Retired with no army to serve. I've always kept it in my office. In memory of those summers. Of Tim. He's still winning games upstairs. (Ten seconds of silence pass until the sounds of movement and footsteps are heard across from Hardy's breathing. The footsteps stop.) HARDY: Here. SCP-7217: … It's really nice. You must've been proud to have it. I'm sorry to hear about all of that. HARDY: How are you feeling? (Silence.) HARDY: You've had these things for months. We had to wake you this time. SCP-7217: I-it seems like every day. I'm hearing and feeling things. Like I'm constantly being watched. But all I can see are these freaking walls. I've tried my best to ignore it. You guys saw how that turned out. HARDY: What made this different? SCP-7217: It spoke. Couldn't understand a word. Just gibberish, I guess. Just really off. Like it wasn't a person. HARDY: Wasn't a person? SCP-7217: Yeah. Raspy. Cold. I just felt empty. I'd take any paper plane over that. (Silence.) SCP-7217: I think … I think I've been in these things for too long. The sun, clouds, grass. I'm starting to forget them. But I'm here. Trapped in whatever this … is supposed to be. The worst part is that I seem to be the only one picking up on all this, you know? (Silence.) HARDY: Truthfully, I can't understand what you're feeling. Nor can I promise that we'll be able to get you out of these things. We're trying. Trying to learn everything that's going on. Maybe form a plan. Maybe find a way out. (Silence.) HARDY: I, the researchers, even the guards, we're all aware of how hard this must be for you. A lot of shit happens in this world. Too much shit, and there's millions of people trying to make it work. Anomalous or not. We're grateful that you're willing to make this easier. That you're willing to work with us. There's a lot of us that don't have it like we do. I guess we're lucky to have you here. SCP-7217: Taking care of a girl whose stuck in some elevators is lucky? Noted. HARDY: Well, that's not quite how- SCP-7217: (laughs) HARDY: Seriously! (chuckles) It was different when we first found you. The more you're here, the more we can try to figure this out. (Silence.) HARDY: We'll talk again. Maybe over a game. (A click of a button is heard followed by the sounds of the doors opening.) SCP-7217: Wait, what about yo- HARDY: Keep it. (Footsteps are heard before the sounds of the doors closing.) [END LOG] Addendum 7217-4: Three (3) instances of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to nine (9) as of 14/07/20. SCP-7217-1.7 - Date Obtained: 06/07/20 - Unit North My sanctuary waits for your eventual arrival. We can have each other all to ourselves. SCP-7217-1.8 - Date Obtained: 14/07/20 - Unit East I want you to drown me. Notes: Instance manifested directly in front of SCP-7217 and unfolded itself, allowing its content to be viewed prior to staff intervention. SCP-7217 proceeded to grab and crumple it. No further interaction was recorded and instance was obtained without incident. ► Audio Log-7217.5 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED AUDIO LOG DATE: 14/07/20 INTERVIEWED: SCP-7217 INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher Hardy UNIT: East [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7217: Not even a name or anything. I'm over the mysterious bachelor thing. HARDY: Aren't we all? (Sounds of glass clinks.) SCP-7217: That pawn. How about … (Silence for 8 seconds.) HARDY: Take your time. (Silence for 2 seconds until the sounds of SCP-7217 beginning to breathe rapidly are heard.) SCP-7217: But what about. No, I can't. Right? This one … but rooks can only move- HARDY: Your hand. SCP-7217: Huh? HARDY: It's … SCP-7217: Oh gosh, uh … HARDY: You know what to do. Pause for a second … Take a deep breath. (Sounds of SCP-7217 inhaling and exhaling slowly. 10 seconds of silence pass.) HARDY: Better? SCP-7217: I t-think so. (Sounds of SCP-7217 inhaling and exhaling slowly.) HARDY: You've played for a few months now. You know a lot more than you think. (Sounds of slow glass clinks are heard for the next minute.) HARDY: Good. (Sounds of glass clinks continue.) HARDY: Ah, I see what you're going for. Nice. (Sounds of glass clinks are heard for the next two and a half minutes. The sounds begin slowly, then quicken before stopping.) HARDY: I think that's game. SCP-7217: What? HARDY: Good job. SCP-7217: But I didn't. HARDY: Didn't have to. That was honestly the best I've seen you play. SCP-7217: Really? HARDY: Look at the pieces you have. It's been a while since I've had a good draw. At this rate, you could probably win soon. Maybe against Massie. He's a mess at this game. SCP-7217: (scoffs) Yeah, right. HARDY: Taylor plays too. Chess night in the elevators? SCP-7217: You were right. You are a nerd. (laughs) That doesn't sound too bad, actually. HARDY: (chuckles) If only. Beat them once, and they never want to play again. I don't think we would ever get clearance for that, anyway. (Both give a brief chuckle before returning to silence.) SCP-7217: This game is really fun. HARDY: I'm glad you think so. SCP-7217: Although, I can't help but be reminded of Dad. HARDY: How so? SCP-7217: He would do this thing whenever I had an exam coming up. He'd ask me questions randomly throughout the day to keep me on my toes. To keep me thinking, I guess. It was annoying at first, but then it became like a little game in itself. Eventually, I ended up answering stuff before he could finish asking it. HARDY: You must've studied hard. SCP-7217: I tried. It didn't always work out like that. I kinda miss those textbooks. Being in here and all. This game has made me think just … so much since you taught me. The different pieces. The rules. The strategizing. It's been really nice. It's like I'm still honoring Dad in a way, even if he probably would be upset that I still haven't won a single game yet. HARDY: … May I ask? SCP-7217: Crash. I was … selfish. If I just had shut up during that drive, maybe he would have seen that bus. HARDY: I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-7217: He's the one who gave me this bow. His eyes lit up when I first wore it. HARDY: And you've had it ever since. SCP-7217: Speaking of, are you sure you don't want … this back? It's been a while. HARDY: It's fine. Really. You've taken good care of it these last couple months. Gives you something to look at. Also adds a little decor around here. SCP-7217: You're sure. HARDY: Put it this way. It's yours as long as you're stuck in these things. SCP-7217: (laughs) … You're never going to see it again. HARDY Well. (chuckles) Regardless, you're doing great. This is a shitty situation, but that doesn't mean you're powerless. Don't forget that. SCP-7217: … I won't. HARDY: It looks like we're out of time. Not so much going on outside of that last plane. Good game, though. Maybe next time will be the one. SCP-7217: Can't wait. [END LOG] SCP-7217-1.9 - Date Obtained: 16/07/20 - Unit West-A [REDACTED]3 CONTAINMENT UPDATE III Investigation into the current whereabouts of SCP-7217 is ongoing. As of 19/07/20, containment consists of tracking and monitoring for reports of an individual matching SCP-7217's physical description and elevator-related anomalous activity. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to operate an elevator on site. At least two armed personnel are to be stationed outside of every unit entrance on all floors. Any detected activity from inside or around the immediate area is to be reported to the Site Director. ► Addendum 7217-5: Incident Report - 19/07/20 ▼ ACCESS GRANTED VIDEO LOG DATE: 19/07/20 NOTES: The following is a transcript of events captured by all on-site unit cameras. SCP-7217 was originally residing in Unit North. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-7217 is seated against the wall. She suddenly looks up.) SCP-7217: What the- … Whoa! (SCP-7217 stands, placing her right hand on her chest. Her breathing quickens.) SCP-7217: (panting) … No … no … no no no no no … Stop! (SCP-7217 paces the outer wall.) SCP-7217: T-take a deep breath. Pause for a second. (SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.) SCP-7217: (barely audible) You got this. (SCP-7217 suddenly looks to her left at the closed doors.) SCP-7217: Wait, who the hell- (SCP-7217 suddenly jerks to the side.) SCP-7217: FUCK! (SCP-7217 relocates to multiple elevators before returning to Unit North and collapsing. Her body quivers. Panic event is reported by surveillance personnel. Permission to intercept is granted.) SCP-7217: (screams) (Approximately 20 seconds pass until Unit North's doors open. Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie enter. One armed personnel stands outside the doorway. Taylor crouches down in front of SCP-7217.) TAYLOR: It's okay, we're here- (Taylor attempts to grab SCP-7217's left shoulder when he suddenly retracts his hand.) TAYLOR: Son of a … ! MASSIE: What's wrong? TAYLOR: I … Something's … (Taylor abruptly vanishes from view and reappears inside Unit West-A. He falls backward against the far wall. Massie steps away from SCP-7217 as Unit North's doors close. Banging can be heard from outside.) MASSIE: Taylor!? SCP-7217: G-get out. MASSIE: Huh? SCP-7217: Hurry! (Massie reaches for the button before vanishing and reappearing inside Unit West-B. He drunkenly grasps the elevator handles.) MASSIE: Whoa … (coughs) (Both researchers begin to cough violently. Immediately, a seemingly never-ending amount of SCP-7217-1 instances eject from both researchers' mouths. Site alarm system is triggered. The banging outside Unit North ceases. SCP-7217 rolls facedown on the floor, trembling.) SCP-7217: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! (SCP-7217-1 instances fill the interior of Units West-A and West-B, engulfing Taylor and Massie under them. Both Units' doors open to reveal a team of six armed Foundation personnel stationed outside. Several dozen SCP-7217-1 instances forcibly fly towards them as they open fire.) SCP-7217: FUCK! (Unit North's doors open. Senior Researcher Hardy enters and runs to SCP-7217.) HARDY: 7217! Are you okay? What the hell's going on!? (Unit North's doors suddenly close.) HARDY: Shit! (Hardy vanishes and reappears inside Unit East, slamming into the back wall. The doors to Units West-A and West-B close in unison4. All recorded SCP-7217-1 instances relocate to Unit East, swarming Hardy. Taylor and Massie can be seen lying motionless on the floor of their respective elevators. Hardy screams before multiple SCP-7217-1 instances forcibly enter his mouth.) SCP-7217: (panting) J-just calm down. Just calm down! JUST CALM DOWN! (The interior of Unit East begins to become more and more obscured by SCP-7217-1 planes. For 53 seconds, only the sounds of Hardy's screams and outside gunfire fill the air.) SCP-7217: T-take your time … (SCP-7217 slowly pushes herself up on all fours.) SCP-7217: Pause for a second … (SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.) SCP-7217: You're not … (SCP-7217 sits up.) SCP-7217: Ok … ok … ok … (SCP-7217 slowly inhales and exhales.) SCP-7217: … R-rooks can move forwards, backwards, and sideways … Bishops can move … diagonally … Knights m-move in an "L" shape. (SCP-7217 reaches up and grabs the elevator handles.) SCP-7217: The queen is the most powerful piece … (slowly inhales) (Inside Unit East, SCP-7217-1 instances surround and pin Hardy to the back wall.) SCP-7217: (slowly exhales) When a king can't make any more moves, that's checkmate. (SCP-7217 stands. She looks down at her right hand. It's still.) SCP-7217: … Holy fuck. (SCP-7217 manifests to Unit West-B. She crouches down next to Massie's body.) SCP-7217: (barely audible) I … (SCP-7217 manifests to Unit West-A and stands across Taylor's body. She removes her bow and stares at it. Her eyes close. After a few seconds, she relocates to Unit East. SCP-7217 stands in front of Hardy, facing the space in front of the doors.) SCP-7217: STOP! (Recorded SCP-7217-1 instances cease their attack on Hardy, beginning to fly at a reduced rate around SCP-7217.) SCP-7217: Leave him! (Several SCP-7217-1 instances surrounding Hardy begin to fly away, joining the other planes in flight around SCP-7217. Hardy slumps down against the wall.) SCP-7217: Listen. Whoever you are. Your place. Wherever. I'll go. (Hardy slides onto his side behind her.) SCP-7217: Just you and me. Dinner under the stars. That's what you wanted, right? HARDY: (coughs) 7217 … SCP-7217: … So be it. HARDY: Wait! SCP-7217: I'm yours. (All recorded SCP-7217-1 instances cease flight. SCP-7217 vanishes.) [END LOG] Closing Statement: All elevator doors simultaneously opened immediately following SCP-7217's de-manifestation. Fourteen members of personnel, including Senior Researcher Hardy, were found injured from full body lacerations. Junior Researchers Taylor and Massie were recovered terminated, with autopsies revealing the cause of death to be asphyxiation attributed to several SCP-7217-1 planes lodged inside their lungs. No further anomalous activity was observed. Containment procedures updated. Six hundred twenty-three (623) instances of SCP-7217-1 were recovered from the event, bringing the total count to six hundred thirty-two (632) as of 19/07/20. Recovered SCP-7217-1 messages have been documented below: HARDY WHERE WHERE IS HARDY GET AWAY FROM HER SHE'S MINE FUCKER LEAVE (indiscernible scribbles) ► Addendum 7217-6: Memo - 19/07/20 ▼ CLOSE FILE MEMO DATE: 19/07/20 TO: Waylon Hardy FROM: Ashleigh Newlands Containment procedures for SCP-7217 have been updated. Please read them as soon as possible. It's been 12 hours: still nothing from Unit East or the others. Since then, we have successfully destroyed the last of those damn airplanes. Yes, the clean-up was rough, but Lord knows we've suffered through far worst. I know you're worried. While mandate urges staff to refrain from forming an attachment to anomalies, even I can't deny the impact of her actions this morning. We are still uncertain of the nature behind SCP-7217's abilities and what exactly had kept her captive the last three years. You'll be glad to know that we've been granted permission to monitor for SCP-7217's reappearance and potentially uncover whatever the hell took her. Your guess is as good as mine on what we'll find. If she turns up. The O5 has been extremely gracious throughout this process, but with these new privileges have provided an ultimatum: Should 90 days pass from current protocol without a sighting of SCP-7217 or related phenomenon, all tracking efforts will conclude permanently, and SCP-7217 will officially be reclassified to Neutralized. I wish you the best in your recovery. - Site Director Newlands ► Addendum 7217-7: Update - 20/07/20 ▼ CLOSE FILE Addendum 7217-7: One (1) instance of SCP-7217-1 recovered; total count brought to six hundred thirty-three (633) as of 20/07/20. SCP-7217-1.633 - Date Obtained: 20/07/20 - Unit East From the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything. - Monica. Notes: A standard black bishop chess piece was found attached to the right wing. Footnotes 1. Past inquiries regarding family have previously been met with repeated disinterest. 2. SCP-7217 continued to show no prior knowledge of the game. When asked about similar games (such as checkers and tic-tac-toe), SCP-7217 was also unfamiliar. 3. SCP-7217 denied access. Instance immediately incinerated. 4. All attempts to open the doors from this point resulted in failure across all Units. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7217" by Valkage, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7217. Licensed under CC-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: 7217-1.1 Name: The First Plane. Author: Valkage License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7218 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7218: Trapped In Your Orbit Author: Dr Vikki Lost Image: Poster from the Auckland War Memorial Museum. "Planetarium. Theatre of the Stars", viewing of Halley's Comet in 1986. I'd like to thank the following critters for giving me their time and dedication to seeing this played out on the big planetarium screen - JorgeMtzb, Zoobeeny, RadiantGold, Dr Blackbox, colly1323, ambyshframber, DrMindbender. All of you are the reason this has seen the light of day, and I owe you my life! ⚠️ Content warning: References to suicidal ideation, insanity, isolation, and general depressive themes. ⚠️ content warning The orbital period of the planet Mercury is 87.97 days Item #: SCP-7218 Special Containment Procedures: The Hilliard Planetarium and Astronomy Museum has been shut down, and a fortified chain-link fence constructed around the perimeter. Foundation personnel are to continually monitor footage for breach of perimeter. Any personnel who enter an orbital cycle event are to be considered "lost". Description: SCP-7218 is a phenomenon that occurs when an individual enters the main showing room of the Hilliard Planetarium and Astronomy Museum in Hilliard, Ohio alone. The interior of the room occupies a separate reality to baseline. Upon entering the room, it is still possible for the subject to return to their former reality provided they do not enter an Orbital Cycle. During an Orbital Cycle Event,time passes faster within the alternate reality, with a ratio of one year per hour in baseline reality. In addition, direct contact with subject becomes impossible, with signals being able to be received by those outside the anomaly, but not subjects within, effectively isolating anyone inside. As of now, the only known way to trigger an event is by standing on the speaker's platform inside. SCP-7218 was discovered after several disappearances of citizens within the area. The Foundation began an investigation using D-Class personnel, which confirmed an anomalous effect, with a 40% return rate. As of 1.5.17, all testing has been stopped. [SEE ADDENDUM-1] + Addendum-1 - Close On 7.10.16, Researcher Madison Turnpike was deployed into SCP-7218 in an attempt to gather data about the interior mechanics. Turnpike underwent psychological and physical evaluations beforehand, and was found to be in acceptable health. Before entering, Turnpike was fitted with standard exploration equipment, including a radio and video monitor attached to her, as well as a location tracking device. At 9:30 AM, EST, Turnpike entered SCP-7218. Communication has become impossible as of 7.23.16. VIDEO LOG 7.10.16: NOTE: The following is compiled video footage received by Site 403 Command. [BEGIN LOG] Video begins on the hallway of the planetarium. Main lights have been turned off, though emergency lights have been activated to offer limited visibility. Researcher Sam Leviticus is visible, helping adjust Researcher Turnpike's equipment. COMMAND: This is Site 403 Director Moira Fersnby, acting as Command. Researcher, can you state your name for me? TURNPIKE: Dr. Madison Turnpike, at your service. COMMAND: Good. Audio feed seems to be working. TURNPIKE: Great! LEVITICUS: Does that mean she's ready to go? COMMAND: Yes. Proceed through the doors. Turnpike turns away from Researcher Leviticus, and takes a moment to breath, before entering the showing room. When the doors shut behind her, the feed experiences a spike in disruption, followed by a five second period of radio silence. The feed shows a large darkened room, with rows of empty seats leading to a domed screen at the front. A black lectern stands in the front. A few dim floor lights line the ramps along the sides. COMMAND: Dr. Turnpike? Is everything alright? TURNPIKE: Yeah! Sorry, Moira. Just a small cut-out. COMMAND: No worries. Can you describe your surroundings for me? TURNPIKE: Of course. Uh, looks like a planetarium, I guess. Black carpet, lots of seats. A screen, too. A pause, as Turnpike looks around. TURNPIKE: No overhead lights. Don't see a projector either. Dangit. Would've loved to mess around with some anomalous tech. Did you catch that gun thing-y I worked on the other day? Levi says they wanna share the design around with some of the other people in the CDED.1 COMMAND: Well, that's certainly impressive. TURNPIKE: Yeah, I- actually, I'll save it 'til I'm out. You said there's something here that people have a 60% chance of encountering, right? COMMAND: That was the consensus. TURNPIKE: Well… I'm not really seeing anything. You guys sure this is even the anomaly? COMMAND: Yes. In fact, as of now, the tracking equipment is informing us that your current location is not on Planet Earth. A brief pause. TURNPIKE: …Well, that's a comfort and a joy. COMMAND: Right. Now, will you please proceed towards the back of the room and make your way through the aisles? We want to observe how physics and movement operates. TURNPIKE: Sure thing. Turnpike begins to walk. TURNPIKE: There's some posters on the walls - should I try to get one? COMMAND: That might be a good idea. Give me a moment. A long pause. Researcher Maddie Simes joins the channel.2 MADDIE: You called, Moira? COMMAND: Yes, we're doing an inspection. I was hoping you could give Dr. Turnpike instruction on fiber collection. TURNPIKE: Oh. Simes. Hello. Why're you here? MADDIE: Because I'm the head of the Chemistry department. TURNPIKE: Ah… right. MADDIE: Right. A moment of silence passes. MADDIE: … let's get to work. Turnpike, there's a scalpel in your side pouch. Get it out. TURNPIKE, stiffly: Got it. Thank you. MADDIE: You're welcome… Madison. COMMAND: Simes, let's avoid first names for the time being. It might be confusing considering. TURNPIKE, muttered: Thank god… MADDIE: Cut a square sample and bag it. Use tweezers, don't touch it with your gloves. And make sure the bag is airtight. Turnpike uses the scalpel to cut a roughly square-shaped sample from one of the seats. The fabric is dark blue. Samples were never successfully retrieved, but the appearance seems to be velvet. TURNPIKE: Got it. MADDIE: Really? Show me, I want to make sure- TURNPIKE: I've been working here for four years, I can handle this. MADDIE: The bag isn't all the way sealed. TURNPIKE: -I was about to fix that! MADDIE: Moira, I'd like to recommend that we avoid asking the engineering department to help in the future. COMMAND: Thank you for the input, Simes. Turnpike, keep moving through the rows. Let's limit talking to the task at hand, please. Dr. Simes and Dr. Turnpike both apologise semi-intelligibly. Turnpike moving through each row, and stopping periodically to comment on the environment. TURNPIKE: You wanted me to take down one of the posters as well, right? MADDIE: Yes. Turn the camera toward one of them, so I can see it. TURNPIKE: Here. Turnpike points the camera towards a patch of wall with a poster. Size estimate is 2'x1' COMMAND: Can you describe what you see, please? TURNPIKE: Uh, yeah. It's tan, with a picture on it of a… god, is that an comet or a meteor? It has a caption - "Halley's Comet. Saturday Only." Okay, comet then. MADDIE: That wouldn't make sense, given that the comet was last seen in 1986. TURNPIKE, sarcastic: Really? I never would've guessed. COMMAND: Can you remove it? TURNPIKE: Sure. Turnpike uses the scalpel to cut away the edges of the poster and carefully attempt to remove it. However, the paper seems stuck to the wall. TURNPIKE: I think this might rip if I pull any harder. What should I do? COMMAND: See if there's another one, and try with that one. Maybe a newer looking one? TURNPIKE: Got it. She walks down the hallway, before finding another poster. TURNPIKE: Here - this one's blue, has.. Pisces, right? "Drama Of The Heavens." COMMAND: Alright. Try and remove it. Turnpike attempts to remove the picture. It once again fails. Halfway through, Turnpike pauses. TURNPIKE: Hold on- there's something here. At the bottom. COMMAND: Show me. TURNPIKE: It says "Lightspeed Incorporated". Looks like it was added in later. COMMAND: Interesting. I'll do a database scan and see if it comes up with anything. Keep looking. Head towards the front. TURNPIKE: Alright. A long pause. Nobody speaks TURNPIKE: Something's definitely not… God, don't know how to describe it…. It's like I've had my stomach turned to liquid. My head hurts. COMMAND: Are you compromised? TURNPIKE: I… She inhales deeply No. I can do this. MADDIE: Really? Perhaps you should leave and let someone more qualified handle this later. TURNPIKE: No. I'll finish sweeping the room first. After all, it's what any capable, qualified researcher would do. COMMAND, uncertain: …Alright. Let us know if you need any assistance. TURNPIKE: Got it. Turnpike heads back towards the platform at the front, climbing the carpeted steps. Upon reaching the top, she pauses. A pre-recorded, feminine voice starts to speak. The orbital period of the planet Mercury is 87.97 days TURNPIKE: Jesus- there's a voice, now. I can hear it. Site command attempts to respond, but the connection seems to be impaired. COMMAND: Madison. Can you hear us? Say something. TURNPIKE: … hello? MADDIE: Don't think she can reach us. VOICE: Welcome to the Planetarium. We now will be beginning the slideshow. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the time left. This is forever. TURNPIKE: Are you still there? Shit. At this point, the audio feed cut out, though the visual feed remained operational. On the screen, a slideshow starts. The image is a large picture of Mercury. Slowly, a teal-coloured bar begins to appear around it, as if a timer was counting up. COMMAND: Dammit. MADDIE: What do we do? Leave her there? COMMAND: No. I'm going to consult with Dr. Levi. You stay here and monitor things. MADDIE: But- I don't- COMMAND: I'm your boss, Maddie, and Madison is your coworker. Now make sure my best engineer doesn't die. Site Director Moira leaves the room. MADDIE: Shit. A few seconds pass MADDIE: Why do you always get involved every time something in my life is going wrong? Moira's pissed at me. You're in trouble. And it's my fault. Silence. MADDIE: If you could just mind your own business, maybe this wouldn't have happened. At this point, the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, and the audio resumed. TURNPIKE: Exploration Notes: I can't move my legs. [noticeably tense] I think I'm stuck here, until this timer ends. However long that may be. At least… this one is going pretty fast. Sort of. I'm not sure if- well, if this is still broadcasting at all- whether you can hear it too. I think I'm going to… talk though. Just until this ends. MADDIE: Jesus- hang on- shit. Where's Moira? Turnpike sighs TURNPIKE: And if you're listening, Maddie, just know I absolutely think this is your fault. MADDIE: Rude. TURNPIKE: Y'know, my wife likes to make fun of me for talking to myself, but she's worse: she sings to herself. Not quietly, either. I once listened to her belt the Phantom Of The Opera duet while cooking dinner. Which somehow made me love her more, I think. A few seconds pass MADDIE, uncertain: Great. I also was looking forward to hearing about your love life. There's a long pause TURNPIKE: That's Mercury, right? I'm gonna assume. I mean, the lady said so and all. Y'know, my grandma used to collect mercury in jars. I think she was crazy. She'd buy thermometers, crack them open and pour out the little silver beads of toxic material into this little small tubes. Put them on shelves in her office. MADDIE: I'm glad to hear that idiocy runs in the family, Turnpike. TURNPIKE: She didn't think it was dangerous. She thought fear was only what we make it, that when we name something as scary it becomes it… she used to place the mercury into my hands, every once in a while. Holding little silver sparks of danger in between my fingers, letting them bead and roll. The counter reaches 75% completion. TURNPIKE: I never really liked the chemical side of things. I mean, my great aunt was a Radium Girl, down in Illinois. Have you heard about them? This place called the Radium Dial company hired all these girls to work there, painting dials for clocks, and they all got sick from radiation poisoning. My grandma said she was jealous of them - they got to glow in their coffins, apparently. Thinking back, I don't think my Mom would've approved of half the conversations we had. MADDIE: … I've never heard of that before. That's… A long pause MADDIE: Odd. TURNPIKE: I agreed for some reason. I think I just liked the thought of working with clocks. MADDIE: Well, good for you then. Sorry we can't all be as brave as the great Turnpike. Turnpike goes silent again. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. COMMAND: Maddie? Who were you just talking to? MADDIE: Moira! Shit- she was just talking a few seconds ago, I swear- I had her, but then she cut out again- it wasn't me, I promise- COMMAND: Simes, calm down. I've got things under control. We're tracking Madison's location, and she's currently slowly drifting away from Earth. Levi is trying to find a way into the Planetarium room to rescue her, but if things come to it, we're going to try and track her down in space. For now, just keep monitoring her. Got it? MADDIE, weakly: … got it. The picture on Turnpike's monitor is replaced with one of Venus. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed, just as before. The orbital period of the planet Venus is 224.7 days TURNPIKE: Oh hey. The light on my audio feed is back on. You working again, buddy? MADDIE, affronted: I'm not your "buddy". Don't call me that. TURNPIKE: Thanks, buddy. MADDIE: … Right. You can't hear me. TURNPIKE: I'm trying to… enjoy the show, I guess. Not super interesting, I'll admit. As far as planetariums go. No stars. Just… Venus, this time, right? Yeah. Just me, you, and Venus. MADDIE: Now that's just a bad joke set-up, Turnpike. A second passes. TURNPIKE: Exploration notes: … My brother, Jamie, likes the stars as well. He says it's the best part of camping. Going out somewhere where there were more stars than people. Where people hadn't touched the world, and it was pure. His girlfriend and I like to find stupid camping posters to give him for holidays, his Birthday. He rolls his eyes at us, calls me a cunt or something… his way of telling me he loves me, I guess. I miss him. I don't know how long it's been here. A pause. Time drags on. TURNPIKE: I've always been kinda scared of camping- just. Being outside, exposed to all the dangerous elements. Kinda funny, since most of my job is now actively finding ways to trap myself INSIDE dangerous elements. Which is, arguably… much more dangerous? Turnpike laughs Another moment passes. MADDIE: Well, guess we're both cowards. Fun. TURNPIKE: God, I'm bored. This better end soon. MADDIE: If you die here, I hope you die a coward. I don't want everyone to see you as some big brave hero. You're not. Silence MADDIE: You aren't the brave researcher who stood up for a helpless reality bender from being terminated. You're a coward who let a dangerous anomaly who can't control their own fucking powers walk free after they wiped your coworker from existence and couldn't bring them back with a fucking body. Silence MADDIE: Fuck, sorry. That was- I'm sorry. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. The picture is replaced with one of Mars. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed, just as before. It should be noted the time of cycles has begun to grow increasingly longer. The orbital period of the planet Mars is 1.88 years TURNPIKE: It's starting to feel like forever. I can't… She sighs I can't move my legs. I can't leave. I'm… stuck. A moment passes MADDIE: That makes two of us. TURNPIKE: My wife left early for work this morning, I didn't get to kiss her goodbye. God, I hope she's okay. Turnpike pauses TURNPIKE: Back in high school, I used to take her to the planetarium nearby on weekends. One weekend, over the summer, it was closed for the 4th of July. She looked so sad, and I… I picked the lock, broke us in. MADDIE: Stop… stop doing that. TURNPIKE: I found a way to set up the projector and started playing one of the slideshows. It didn't make much sense without the commentary, but it was peaceful. We sat on the floor, trying to click through it. She kept making up her own commentary, and I laughed so hard I swear I hurt a rib or something. MADDIE: Bastard. Nearly ten minutes pass before Turnpike speaks again. TURNPIKE, singing: No more talk of darkness Forget these wide-eyed fears I'm here, nothing can harm you My words will warm and calm you…3 MADDIE: That's from Phantom of the Opera, right? No response MADDIE: Right. You can't hear me…. Levi or Adrien probably know. They always tried to get me to come with them to their shows… No response MADDIE: … I wonder if I would've said yes, all things considered. Like, if I'd known I wouldn't be able to leave here. TURNPIKE: Let me be your freedom Let daylight dry your tears I'm here, with you, beside you To guard you and to guide you… MADDIE: I guess it's your fault I can't go. Or at least, you contributed. The counter reaches 75% completion. When Turnpike speaks again, she appears to be in tears. TURNPIKE: I don't know why this is taking so long. I'm so sorry, Hope. I love you. MADDIE: Why can't you just let me be angry at you? The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. The picture is replaced with one of Jupiter. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed. The orbital period of the planet Jupiter is 11.86 years TURNPIKE: Exploration notes. Part… 4? 5? I can't run from this, can I? I can't move- it's- I can't look away from this… only a couple more years, or something. Right? I don't feel hungry. Or thirsty. I don't think I have those urges anymore. Some researchers survive years in things like this. MADDIE: It's… it's only been a day or so, Turnpike. Don't be dramatic. The counter reaches 75% completion. TURNPIKE: Do they really survive, though? When I was first on the job, I met a researcher who'd been trapped in an anomaly for nearly two years. He wasn't really a person anymore. I know that's mean to say, but honestly, I don't know why they kept him around. He rarely talked. Spent long periods just staring into space. When he talked, he sounded like he was trying not to break down. God, will that be me if I leave? MADDIE: You'd think I'd know that answer, but I have no idea. Sorry. Fifteen minutes pass TURNPIKE: How long has it been? MADDIE: … almost another day since Jupiter started. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. The picture is replaced with one of Saturn. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed. The orbital period of the planet Saturn is 29.46 years TURNPIKE: Listen to me, Lord, and answer me, for I am helpless and weak. Save me from death, because I am loyal to you; save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you MADDIE: Do you honestly believe that will save you? 20 minutes pass MADDIE: I mean, I was raised Catholic. But after Eleanor… I just. I couldn't pray anymore. I couldn't believe the words. Because I've been dead, and I know… there's nothing there. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts out. Site Director Moira enters the room. COMMAND: Maddie, you need to get some sleep. MADDIE: No. I have to stay here. COMMAND: I know you're dedicated, but you can't neglect your own health for your job. MADDIE: But what if something happens? I need to be here. So I can let everyone know. COMMAND: Simes, we've tried everything we can, short of launching a rocket into space. And even then, she's been getting farther away quicker than we could've accounted for. She's nearly at the edge of- MADDIE: Uranus? COMMAND: … I'm not sure if I can tell you that. MADDIE: I think she's… I think these cycles are somehow a countdown. Every time it completes, she's being pulled farther out. Past each orbit. A long moment. Command takes a long breath. COMMAND: Well, that complicates matters. MADDIE: We're going to get her back, right? We're going to save her? COMMAND: We'll see if it's feasible, but I can't promise anything, Simes. We may have to start to accept that she's been KIA. MADDIE: Really? You're just going to give up? We're the Foundation. We have… we can fucking reset reality! We can erase and rebuild countries! Centuries! What do you mean we can't get one researcher back? COMMAND: Maddie, think realistically about this. We can't pull out all the guns for one person. It's unfortunate, I know, but it's the risk of the job. Besides, while I would never assume you to be sadistic as to be glad of it, I wouldn't think you to be so affected by Researcher Turnpike's potential death. I don't remember you two being on the best of terms. MADDIE: I… I do hate her. It doesn't mean I want her dead. COMMAND: I still think that what she did was noble. MADDIE: Fuck that. COMMAND: The Foundation needs people who care. MADDIE: And that's why you're throwing one away into the vacuum of space, I suppose. COMMAND: Maddie. MADDIE: Just. Don't do what you did to me, and just… give up. COMMAND: We never gave up on you. We tried everything we could to help you, and at the end of the day, it's not because of lack of effort that you aren't… well, I'm not sure how you'd prefer to me to describe you. Researcher Simes doesn't respond COMMAND: Do you need to talk with someone? If so, I'm here, and we have counselors on Site staff. I assumed you'd put the Eleanor situation behind you- MADDIE, cold: I don't want to talk about it. I'm doing work. Like you hired me to do. Please. Just, leave. COMMAND: Fine. But I expect you to get some sleep and eat something. Simes doesn't respond. On the video feed, the picture is replaced with one of Uranus. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed, just as before. The orbital period of the planet Uranus is 84.01 years MADDIE: Sorry about that. Welcome back. TURNPIKE: …How long has it been? Is must be… weeks… months? … I don't… what if Hope thinks I'm dead? What if I don't get to sing to her anymore? What if I can't run my hands through her hair, or read her poetry, or take walks in our park, or even get coffee with Levi and go to bad plays with Hemlock and them? What if- MADDIE: It's been nearly a week. Does… is time not working right for you? What's wrong, Madison? Turnpike breaks into sobs. Her sobbing continues for a half hour, whereupon she slowly calms down. TURNPIKE: I can't let myself do this. I can't… give up. I don't have to break, just because others have broken. I don't have to die here. There's no rule about that, is there? Right. There isn't. MADDIE: That's it, that's the spirit. Come back home. I- I can try to contact your wife! Or your kids? Do you have kids? Wait- no, you don't. I think? Fuck, Sage would know what to say… if you could even hear me. Which you can't. She takes a few more breaths TURNPIKE: I gotta have faith. I gotta get out of here. I have to see Hope again. I need to get back to her. I'm going to survive this. For you, baby. And for me. MADDIE, choked up: You better, you stupid bitch. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. The picture is replaced with one of Neptune. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed, just as before. The orbital period of the planet Neptune is 164.79 years TURNPIKE: Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine… MADDIE: Simon and Garfunkel, huh? My Dad used to call them "the better Beatles". I like them. Four hours pass. MADDIE: I've been… tracking the time between cycles. The last one was 84 hours. For Uranus. Turnpike doesn't respond. TURNPIKE: Exploration notes. How do I know when I've lost my mind for certain? Would I be able to tell, if I already had lost it? I probably already have, and just don't know it. I feel like I might have. I feel numb, I ache all over. I feel- I feel- nothing and everything. MADDIE: 84 years is the orbit length of Uranus. One hour for every year… and that's in our time. TURNPIKE: I feel like I'm getting farther away. Every planet bringing me closer and closer to the edge of… to the edge of the universe. To nothing. I don't know what's beyond this point. This is a transition place, I know that. But transition between what? Is it even a what? Or is it a who, a when, a why? Future and present, who I was and who I will be, an answer and a question. Maybe it's all those things. MADDIE: … you aren't wrong. But, jesus Maddie, how long have you been here for? A ten-minute pause. TURNPIKE: …Maybe I'm overthinking it and it's just a planet on a screen. MADDIE: That's not an answer. Twenty minutes pass TURNPIKE: Things that I know are real. Hope. Jamie. Me. My grandma. Mom. Dad. Levi. This video camera. Things I don't know are real. That voice - the one that's telling me about the… orbits. This room. That… that this isn't a dream. But. I know I'm real. I'm real. And that's enough. Four hours pass TURNPIKE: … is that right? Am I still real…? MADDIE: I know you are. Please. Hear me. You're real, you're more real than me. You actually have a chance of being a part of reality, okay? I don't. I already was killed, I'm just waiting for it to work. You… you have a wife. You have friends. You have a chance. Five minutes pass. Then, Turnpike takes a breath and screams. The timer reaches 100%, and the audio cuts. The picture is replaced with one of Pluto. The timer begins again. When the bar reached halfway completion of its cycle, the audio resumed, just as before. At this point, it should be noted that the time between the start, and halfway point, is 5.5 days. The full cycle took place over the course of 11 days within Earth's time, which is equal to 248 hours. TURNPIKE: … Exploration notes. Turnpike breathes deeply TURNPIKE: Back when I was 16, I nearly drove my car off a bridge. I can remember how the sky looked that night. I hadn't told anyone. I don't even know why I didn't go through with it. Something in the air, or maybe I was just a coward? I don't know. Did I ever even have a chance at surviving? MADDIE: You still do. A few minutes pass. TURNPIKE: I haven't told anyone that. Another long pause TURNPIKE: It was a Friday night. I stole my Mom's car keys. She was asleep. Jamie had crashed hard after his football game, and Dad was on call, so there wasn't anyone there to stop me. The floorboards creaked as I walked down them. I remember the squeal of the tires as I left. There was a small hilly area nearby. I drove slowly, up towards the bridge between one of the peaks that stretched over a river, to another patch. It was right by the old railroad. Stepping out, I could almost hear the train whistle blowing. As if signalling my death. I stopped just before I swerved off the side. Got out and stood in the night air. It was chilly, fall air, that whipped my cheeks and blew my hair into a mess. It left tears on my face from where it stung my eyes, and yet… something inside me melted enough that I couldn't go through with it. I hadn't met Hope at that point. Hadn't even considered joining theatre yet - I guess I didn't realise that engineering had a place there. God, I remember it though- she looked so pretty, singing… I almost ended it there, though. I never will forget that. I didn't, in the end. I turned the car around, and drove back home. Returning was the greatest relief, yet somehow, it made me feel like I'd failed. There's something so heavy about realising that you were nearly dead. That by surviving, you've somehow left behind a ghost there, a million takes of the same scene where you do die. The same scene, over and over, on loop. Forever. MADDIE: … is that what people see when they look at me? Just a ghost? A blank spot that some reality bender - no. Eleanor… tore into the world? Ripped out and shoved back in? A pause MADDIE: A ghost on loop? Sixteen hours pass TURNPIKE: How much longer will this be? How many more cycles do I have to live through? MADDIE: I don't know. Five hours pass TURNPIKE: Or is it forever? MADDIE: I… I don't know. COMMAND: Maddie? You're still here? MADDIE: No! I've been taking breaks, I was just- checking in. COMMAND: Your… Command pauses You're flickering. Less dense than usual. I don't know exactly what you can and can't feel, but you look sick, Simes. MADDIE: I'm not sick. COMMAND: I wasn't saying you were, I was saying that you don't look well. Go get some sleep. I'll have someone else monitor this. MADDIE: But- COMMAND: That's an order, as Site Director. Researcher Simes leaves the room, along with Site Command Director Moira At the 11-day mark, the timer ends. The screen goes dark, except for a small glowing patch of text reading: ORBITAL CYCLE COMPLETE. After that, the words "Lightspeed Inc." are displayed, along with an infinity symbol modeled to resemble an hourglass filled with stars. TURNPIKE: I… Does this mean… After a moment of hesitation, Turnpike turns around. TURNPIKE: It's… it's over. Turnpike pauses TURNPIKE, disbelieving: It's over. After several moments of continued inaudible mumbling, Turnpike takes a deep breath, and removes the camera. She looks into the lens. Her eyes are bloodshot and heavily bagged, and her lips have turned vaguely blue. Her hair is noticeably a much lighter tone, which is inconsistent with her naturally brown hair. Though lighting is minimal, it is presumed that her hair had turned white in response to immense stress or the onset of time. TURNPIKE: I don't… Is anyone still listening? The light is still green… Off screen, a crash is heard MADDIE: Turnpike- Madison- I'm back. It's me- Maddie. I'm here for you. Hang on. Levi has an idea of how to rescue you. Please- Turnpike stops again The orbital period of the planet Pluto is 248.59 years MADDIE: Please. Madison. TURNPIKE: … Maddie? MADDIE: Yeah. Yeah, it's me. Turnpike sobs TURNPIKE: God, fuck, it's been forever. I… I'm so scared. I don't know how to escape this. MADDIE: Calm down. It's okay. Try the door, first. Turnpike walks over shakily, and attempts to open the door. It's locked. TURNPIKE: I can't. MADDIE: Okay- well… um… hang tight. TURNPIKE: How long has it been? MADDIE: … about three weeks. TURNPIKE: What? … no. That's… it has to be longer than that. I've been here for… MADDIE: I think it's different for you and I. Time, that is. I think where ever you are… time is broken. TURNPIKE: Then how long has it been for me? A long pause MADDIE: I don't know. But… I've been listening. The whole time. I've been here listening. TURNPIKE: … thank you. Two hours pass MADDIE: I just got off the phone with Levi. TURNPIKE: Really?! What did they say? Am I going to get out of here? A long pause. MADDIE: They were able to get inside the auditorium again. TURNPIKE: And…? A pause TURNPIKE: …. no. MADDIE: You weren't there. We tried tracking you and… officially, you're just past Pluto. TURNPIKE, desperate: Could they get a spaceship there? And rescue me? MADDIE: It'd take 9-12 years for that to happen. In our time. A long pause TURNPIKE: I'm not leaving here, am I? MADDIE: I… I don't know. We're trying. We promise, but… TURNPIKE: No… it's okay. Maddie. I don't think… I don't think I was ever meant to escape this. MADDIE: You were! You are! Please, just believe me. TURNPIKE: That's alright though, isn't it? That's the point… "it is forever". Like the lady said. This place.. this is my eternity. MADDIE: No- we can try and help you. There's still hope. Turnpike pauses TURNPIKE: I know there's hope. She sighs But I can't wait that long to see her. She slowly places the camera down, before standing again. TURNPIKE: Tell… tell Hope I love her. And tell everyone else… Celeste, Sage, Levi, Lost… tell them I love them too. I'm sorry. MADDIE: You could tell them yourself. TURNPIKE: I… She takes a deep breath TURNPIKE: I just want to leave. I'm sorry Maddie. I'm going to cut the feeds… and then I'm going to get the pain meds they sent with me, and I'm going to try and end things. For good. I don't… I don't want to be here forever. I need to do this now. Before I change my mind. MADDIE, whispered: Please don't. Turnpike raises a boot, and stamps down hard on the camera, breaking it. The video cuts out. Researcher Simes sobs [END LOG] Note: The following is a table constructed to record the amount of time experienced within SCP-7218, in comparison to the amount of time experienced on Earth in years. PLANET SCP-7218 EARTH Mercury .23 years .23 hours Venus .61 years .61 hours Mars 1.88 years 1.88 hours Jupiter 11.86 years 11.86 hours Saturn 29.46 years 29.46 hours Uranus 84.01 years 84.01 hours Neptune 164.79 years 6.86 days Pluto 248.59 years 10.35 days TOTAL 541.43 years 22.5 days Footnotes 1. Containment Design and Engineering Department 2. Note: Reminder that Researcher Simes has requested that we refer to them with they/them or it/its pronouns in all further documents mentioning it, including this one. 3. This song has been identified as "All I Ask Of You" by Sarah Brightman, from the 1986 musical The Phantom Of The Opera |
SCP-7219 | keter | Excavation site above SCP-7219 prior to containment. Item #: SCP-7219 Special Containment Procedures: All perimeter breaches are to be investigated immediately. Perpetrators are to be detained and interrogated to determine whether they are affected by SCP-7219. Individuals under the anomaly's influence are to be contained within the nearest Foundation facility and evaluated to determine their radiation exposure; persons affected by less than 5,000 millirems of radiation are to be released following amnestic treatment. Primary containment of SCP-7219 consists of a large nuclear containment building constructed over SCP-7219's location. To access the building and containment site, Foundation personnel must pass through several decontamination chambers as per standard radiation safety protocols. Ground radar units have been installed within the containment building and are to constantly monitor the position and movement of SCP-7219, as well as monitor the structural integrity of the surrounding bedrock. Foundation personnel are to monitor phone and electronic communication for signs that a person has become affected by SCP-7219. Should an affected individual be located, they are to be subjected to the previous containment measures with the addition of required daily dream journaling. Investigation of contained persons is to be undertaken to ensure no further individuals have been affected by SCP-7219, with evidence of SCP-7219 activity discovered during the capture of affected persons confiscated for study. Due to the intense pressurization of supercritical liquid within the space housing SCP-7219, all civilian attempts at excavation are to be stopped by any means necessary. Failure to maintain the chamber's structural integrity will result in a catastrophic steam explosion and nuclear contamination event projected to render a minimum of 150,000 km2 uninhabitable as a result of widespread fallout. Research into methods of safely extracting SCP-7219 from this chamber is underway and is to be carried out when viable. Description: SCP-7219 is a humanoid anomaly exhibiting a localized oneiric1 compulsion, located within a chamber of an abandoned subterranean Global Occult Coalition bunker, currently inaccessible from the surface. Thermal readings, ground radar scans, Geiger counter readings, and recovered dream journals of those affected by SCP-7219 indicate that this space is both heavily irradiated and pressurized due to the presence of large quantities of super-heated corium2. It is presumed that the corium has maintained its temperature over its history via anomalous means. Despite residing within this space, SCP-7219 has not appeared to be damaged by the chamber's heat, pressure, radioactivity, or lack of nutrients. Ground penetrating radar has confirmed that SCP-7219 is mobile within this space, but is otherwise unable to provide measurements or an accurate physical description of the anomaly. SCP-7219's primary anomalous effect is an ability to contact and influence individuals within a minimum 70km radius via their dreams, with an as yet unknown maximum radius of effect. Within a subject's dream, SCP-7219 is capable of reshaping the dreamscape and narrative, while also maintaining complete control over the dreamer's conscious state, able to prevent them from awakening or prematurely awakening subjects on its own accord. Any information given to a person targeted by SCP-7219 will be considered factual by that individual upon awakening, and any instructions given will develop into obsessive-compulsive behaviors. Affected individuals have reported that carrying out instructions given to them by SCP-7219 is akin to a primal need; primarily motivated by fear and self-preservation. This effect can be reversed through the use of amnestics. Individuals that have been contacted by SCP-7219 display moderate levels of irradiation. This effect is cumulative; while not initially dangerous, persons contacted by SCP-7219 four or more times will have been exposed to an average of 5 sieverts of radiation, becoming dangerously contaminated themselves. SCP-7219 is aware of the experiences, memories, and knowledge possessed by those it influences, and will often release an individual from its control if/when it comes to believe that the individual is unable to aid it in achieving its goals. Individuals that have been actively ordered by SCP-7219 to enact a task frequently develop mental disorders, particularly anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorders, as a consequence of this control. These disorders can be treated via conventional means and are believed to be a psychological response to SCP-7219's effect on their psyche. Persons that have been contacted by SCP-7219 describe it as a heavily burned, emaciated, male human with luminescent yellow eyes displaying signs of acute radiation syndrome, with several accounts describing it as possessing areas of exposed bone and muscle mixed with embedded lengths of rusting metal. All accounts have described SCP-7219 as being extremely tall, with molten material orbiting it in loose rings. Its face is barren of flesh, with visible musculature partially hidden beneath a mask of its own sloughed-off facial dermis, lashed to its head with cord or wire. Numerous dream journals and notes have described the anomaly pleading with them to aid it, and reporting feelings of empathy toward the entity. During attempted interviews conducted by sleeping Foundation staff, the entity has proven largely uncooperative, frequently coercing the dreamer into aiding its goals. SCP-7219 consistently pleads with the subject3 to free it from its subterranean prison, providing them with detailed knowledge of the anomaly's location and hand excavation techniques. No discernible patterns have been identified in the range of persons affected by SCP-7219, though it most commonly targets male individuals between the ages of 20 and 60 at an average rate of one person per three months. To date, all affected individuals have continued excavation over the site despite the area's high radiation levels, causing them to develop acute radiation syndrome. These individuals will continuously excavate the area, stopping only if they need to rest or hydrate. This behavior continues unless they are forcibly removed, or they expire due to the present radiation. Addendum-1: SCP-7219 was discovered in October 2013 following the detection of a radiation spike in the area, alongside a 73% increase in missing persons reports in the following months. Due to longstanding suspicions of a GOC facility in the area, the area was rapidly investigated, and it was soon determined that a large subterranean bunker had suffered a catastrophic nuclear incident. While signs of anomalous activity and the presence of an organized evacuation were detected, no connection to any group of interest could be made at the time, due to the area being entirely abandoned. As a result, the bunker was considered low priority due to a lack of anomalous activities. In 2015 a standard review of the area discovered that excavation of the facility was being undertaken by civilians. The area was immediately cordoned from the public, and an investigation into the excavation discovered lethal amounts of radiation, radiation-damaged excavation equipment, and the corpses of 78 missing persons, all of which had expired from acute radiation syndrome. Investigation into the deceased's belongings led to the discovery of documentation alluding to SCP-7219, with the following investigations discovering the anomaly proper. Addendum-2: Due to the radiation levels within the excavation over SCP-7219, the majority of individuals drawn to the area have been observed to suffer acute radiation syndrome. Initially, this was observed only in those who had visited the excavation in person, but an investigation into the backgrounds and homes of afflicted persons has detected varying amounts of gamma radiation in their beds and clothing. The discovery that dream-based exposure to SCP-7219 is extremely hazardous necessitated Foundation acquisition of all affected areas, including 28 homes, 3 apartment complexes, 17 automotive vehicles, and one therapist's suite. Individuals affected by ARS in this manner were initially treated within a sterile wing of the containment complex due to the destruction of their immune systems. The usage of experimental anomalous medical techniques to treat the affected was approved with the goal of developing effective treatments to be used across the Foundation. Despite extending the life expectancy of the victims to a maximum of 349 days and partially repairing genetic damage, they still underwent severe loss of skin, muscle and flesh, vomiting and diarrhea, leukopenia, seizures, hypotension, hemorrhaging and shock leading to total organ failure and death. As a result, the Ethics Committee suspended all treatment and testing on individuals affected by SCP-7219 related ARS in November 2018 and has approved the usage of euthanasia in afflicted persons. Addendum-3: The following is a brief catalogue of relevant documentation discovered within SCP-7219's area of effect, presented in chronological order. A complete list of collected documents can be seen in Document-SCP-7219-RD19. Recovered Documentation: SCP-7219-DW-2 I had that dream again. Definitely going to have to tell Sam about it. It started out like that one with the girl I like working at the gas station, but then the whole place lit up with green fire. The walls all melted away, and it was like I was suddenly in like a cave or mine or something. I could tell it was hot, and that the air was air and water at the same time, somehow. I was moving through it, and then I saw this thing walk out of the dark. It was like a really tall guy, but he looked melted and skinny and stuff, with some bones showing. It was wearing rags and sacks like robes, and there were these bits of metal stuck in its back and chest. It spoke to me, knew my name, told me to go out to a specific spot in the woods and dig it up, because it said it was in a lot of pain being stuck down there. I googled the spot after I woke up, and it looks the same as in my dream. Maybe I'll check it out with the gas station girl on Halloween? I really need to stop watching horror movies though. Its face was all fucked up, like someone had cut it off and he'd tied it back on with shoelaces. I even asked about it in the dream, and the guy said it was the only way to get it to stay back on. Who dreams of this shit? Notes: Along with this entry in his dream journal, a rough drawing of a humanoid figure presumed to be SCP-7219 was included. Recovered Documentation: SCP-7219-DW-7 I've been digging every day, but the dreams won't stop. I feel sick. The more I dig, the worse it gets, like a bad sunburn all over. I'm throwing up and my hair and nails are falling out. Sam said I had a nosebleed last night but I didn't have the guts to tell the truth and say it was from my eye. The guy knows about it, too. In my dream he apologized and said that it would stop hurting soon, to push through it. Even said he'd try to help me. This time it appeared with me on a roller coaster, so that was neat I guess. Still, I'm booked in to go to the doctor tomorrow. Notes: The final entry recorded by D███ W█████████, whose remains were later found within the excavation site during Foundation investigation. Recovered Documentation: SCP-7219-LCW-4 Patient N. has cut contact. Given their state of mind and deteriorating physical condition in the previous weeks, I decided to go through my notes from our previous sessions and I don't like what I see. It's clear that I did not entirely understand their concerns over the nightmares they were experiencing, and that I was incorrect in my assessment of them being a manifestation of survivor's guilt. What I took to be obsessive-compulsive behavior is clearly a break from reality, and they have become fixated on digging their hole in the woods. Noting for the record that should N. not answer their phone, I intend to talk them down from this course of action. Notes: Recovered from the offices of Dr. L███ C████ W█████, a psychologist working in the area. Consistent with the date signed in her notes, Dr. W█████ left her practice to perform a wellness check on patient N. The bodies of both Patient N. and Dr. W█████ were discovered within the excavation site. Recovered Documentation: SCP-7219-Dr. Adelheimer-1 Last night I was contacted by SCP-7219 in my sleep. While it was somewhat amenable speaking with me and answering questions, it proved difficult to engage with, as it was extremely focused on its attempts to make me participate in its excavation. I was also taken by surprise by how hopeless it seemed. It was far more pleading in its nature than what was presented in the documentation we have found, and I believe this will only increase with time. Below is an abridged interview I conducted with the entity. I have not included tangents or arguments here, as I was focused solely on obtaining information. Dr. Adelheimer: Hello, my name is Dr. Leslie Adelheimer, who are you? SCP-7219: I am trapped, and you know that. Please, you need to get me out. Dr. Adelheimer: We can discuss that in a minute. First I need to learn more about you. Do you have a name? How did you get where you are? SCP-7219: My name? No. I don't recall my name anymore. I was once like you. A man. But I was different. I could touch the dreams of others. That did not go unnoticed. Shadowy men in black trucks found me, kidnapped me, and locked me up in their little underground hellhole. Here the dream shifted, and I found myself sitting at an office cubicle before being tackled and kidnapped by shadowy men. I was thrown into a van, beaten and dragged into a sterile room, collared, and handcuffed. Dr. Adelheimer: Do you know who did this? SCP-7219: No one that will be missed. Dr. Adelheimer: What does that mean? What happened in that bunker? SCP-7219: They were killed by the things they could not exterminate. Most people and monsters dragged down into the dark were gassed and disposed of, but those resistant to their weapons were locked up. Others like me were made to be useful to them. At first, they offered me a deal. I reach out, spy on the dreams of their enemies, coerce a few people here and there to be more agreeable to my captors, and they would make me normal in return. I would be allowed to live a normal life. But they lied, Leslie. They lied to me. They never meant to let me go, how could they with what I knew? With what they made me do to people. So I rotted in that cage for years. Resigned to my fate. But when I peered into their dreams, I saw I was not the only one held down there, and another of their "guests" was less complacent than I. Too strong for their methods of disposal, angry and bestial. It broke out, tearing through them like a hot knife through butter, and flung itself into the reactor powering this place. Do you know what happens when an indestructible being throws themself into a thaumaturgic nuclear reactor? The dream changed again. I could see through different eyes as a flying monster rampaged through corridors, shrugging off gunfire and practically exploding through the shadowy men. It kept going until it found its way inside a huge industrial room, glowing blue, before flinging itself into an enormous turbine above some sort of nuclear reactor. Dr. Adelheimer: No, but if we could get back on topic- SCP-7219: This is important, you need to listen now. What happens is that, from what I understood in the dreams of the physicist in charge, our indestructible friend is crushed within the molten corium. Mingling their properties and melting down through the lower levels of the facility, causing explosions and collapse as it goes. All the way down into this nuclear oubliette I live in now. Filling the air with their combined abilities, filling my lungs and pores and ruined self with its power. Meaning that while this place will not be able to kill me, but will make my every moment agonizing. Do you see? They used me, and because of their incompetence, I am no longer human. I feel like I am always on fire. Always burning. I cannot breathe, I can barely see, and I am starving without even having a stomach to fill. Can you imagine how much pain I am in? Here the dream returned to the cavern with SCP-7219 looking at me. Dr. Adelheimer: I believe so, but if your chamber is breached the pressure would cause an unimaginable disaster. Nuclear contamination on a scale beyond anything we've ever seen. SCP-7219: Please, I know the resources you have, I know the risks. I have seen your dreams. But surely between us, we could find a way? Like how I shielded those people from the radiation within the excavation site. Make them survive longer, hold off the effects, draw out their time. This could be applied further in your sciences, a way to mitigate the effects of radiation, perhaps even a way to avert any contamination event at all. If we work together, surely we can find something. Dr. Adelheimer: Look, I'll do my best to get our people on it, alright? I cannot promise anything as yet. But you need to tell me, all those people in the pit, you do know they died, yes? They suffered greatly, and died in agony. How many lives were you prepared to burn through? SCP-7219: I know, and I am so sorry. I try to make it safer for them, reach out and heal them the best I can. I take the edge off, and make them last a little longer, but it just won't stop. After this point I was awoken by my alarm. Looking into the information given, we may be able to locate those holding it before the bunker's destruction and learn more about whose site we're guarding. I would also suggest investigating the potential to extricate SCP-7219 from its location safely. The Foundation has achieved loftier goals than this and would be better able to contain the anomaly than the situation currently allows. Notes: Following this communication, the Foundation began an investigation into GOI deaths within a 75km area, and found ██ members of the Global Occult Coalition had died within a 24-hour period of one another via unknown means. The Foundation has reached out to the GOC for questioning but has not received any reply. Sketch of SCP-7219 found within Recovered Document: SCP-7219-NM-12. Recovered Documentation: SCP-7219-NM-14 I had another dream about him, the man in the pit. We were in a hospital, walking down a corridor together, and it was like I was a doctor, but he was the same as ever, the air crackling like a fire. As we were walking he looked at me and said that I was doing a good job with the pit, and asked why I'd stopped coming, so I told him about how sick I'd been getting and asked him if he means to let me get as sick as do, why doesn't he stop. He just shook his head at me and said "but I do hurt you, and I'm sorry. It won't stop." It felt like an apology, and I was going to say something else but then we were in an operating theater at the bottom of the pit he lives in. That glowing nuclear stuff was all around him, swirling like a snake or something. Then some skeletons dragged a gurney in, and Eliza was on it, strapped down. I tried to move, but he put a hand on my shoulder. He said I needed to understand what he was going through every day. I knew what it felt like from the other dreams, but this time he said I needed to see. Eliza started crying blood and thrashing about on the gurney. She was throwing up, wasting away, and almost liquefying. It was awful. But then, as suddenly as it had started I was standing in my room, watching her sleep peacefully. I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, but in the mirror, he was my reflection. I got mad and punched the mirror, screaming at him for showing me that. He said that I needed to see it with my own eyes. Still, better for me to do it than for her. I made him promise that if I kept digging that Eliza wouldn't need to. He said that she wouldn't have to if I got him out. Then I woke up in a ditch, and saw I'd sleepwalked out to the pit. Might as well dig, he wouldn't have said that if I wasn't close to freeing him. Notes: As of the most recent iteration of this file, this document is believed to have been written by the final individual affected by SCP-7219 prior to the implementation of current containment procedures. Addendum-4: ++ Level 3 Clearance Required ACCESS GRANTED Following Dr. Adelheimer's interview with SCP-7219, Foundation investigation into the deaths of ██ GOC members believed to be linked to the bunker began. Initially, the details of the deaths matched SCP-7219's account of events, but as investigation continued discrepancies began to appear at an increasing rate. All locations where the deceased agents expired were found to possess extremely high levels of gamma radiation, with several having been destroyed in nuclear detonations. This investigation led to Elroy ████, a patient in a chemotherapy ward. Mr. ████ had previously been married to █████ ████, a known GOC operative observed to have died in the same 24-hour period as others linked to the facility. When questioned about the event, Mr. ████ became distressed and refused to cooperate with Foundation operatives, necessitating the use of a GOC liaison. After negotiations, it was agreed that the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition would share information regarding SCP-7219. Global Occult Coalition files on SCP-7219 revealed that the entity was formerly an unnamed civilian, abducted for use in unspecified clandestine GOC operations. It was described as largely cooperative, but increasingly prone to mental instability, self-harm, and aggressive outbursts, and was being considered for termination prior to the destruction of the facility. It had been held for five years leading up to the loss of the Northwest GOC Oneiric research facility in a reactor meltdown consistent with SCP-7219's account. Primarily of interest to the Foundation was a file detailing the events of December 7 and 8, 2013, where ██ GOC operatives previously responsible for the management of the Northwest GOC Oneiric research facility died of radiation exposure and spontaneous nuclear detonations in their sleep. Each individual had staffed the facility for at least four years, with many of them directly working with SCP-7219. Following these events, the Global Occult Coalition orchestrated a decontamination and misinformation campaign to allay public concern regarding the detonations. These events were attributed to SCP-7219, with the anomaly being labelled as extremely dangerous. Following the sharing of information regarding SCP-7219, the Global Occult Coalition Liaison provided the witness statement of Mr. Elroy ████ regarding the death of GOC agent █████ ████. Witness statement: KOD Report: █████ ████ 7/10/13 Witness: Elroy ████ Statement: We went to bed like always, but sometime in the night, I got woke up by █████ screaming and hollering in her sleep. I tried to wake her, but she just started running around the room screaming like a mad thing. She kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't" over and over again. I grabbed her, tried to shake her awake, but she just stayed under. I didn't know what to do, and then she started almost rotting. Her skin started melting away, her hair and nails were falling out and she shoved me off her so hard. I was screaming her name, trying to wake her up, but nothing worked. She was crying blood, shriveling up, and screaming so much, just "I'm sorry I'm sorry" over and over. I went and shook her hard as I could, trying to wake her up, and she felt so hot. Felt like a sunburn just looking at her, let alone holding her. Then she threw me across the room, out the window, and I heard her scream just before I blacked out. Her work tells me the explosion came from inside her. Now my darling is dead, our house and memories are a crater, and her work insists on paying for my chemo even though all I want is to go be with her. Now get the hell out of my room and let me die in peace. The Foundation was informed that this statement was consistent with those given by witnesses to other detonations and that those who did not detonate were believed to have succumbed to rapid onset acute radiation syndrome. Given the consistency of statements given, it is believed that SCP-7219 is capable of inducing nuclear fission of cells within living persons under its effect. As such, all activities related to the extraction of SCP-7219 were suspended and methods of negating its anomalous effects are under investigation, with the possibility of termination under consideration. On 7/10/2022, all on-site personnel site experienced a dream where SCP-7219 addressed them personally. Upon investigation, it was determined that each affected person experienced a broadly similar dream, one of which has been transcribed by researcher Van Doorn. The dream began inside this hot, dark cave. I was standing knee-deep in glowing blue water, but the air was full of steam as well. There were ruins hanging from the cave roof and jutting out from the water, and I could see bones and ruined machinery throughout the area. The air was full of a droning, crackling sound that seemed to come from the water. The air hurt to breathe and felt awful on my eyes, but they wouldn't close. One end of the chamber was lit by an intense glow that only increased in intensity as its source approached. SCP-7219 came from that direction. The entity was extremely tall, above two metres easily. There was this lava floating in the air around it, almost like a planet's rings, and was the source of the light. It burned so badly, and it filled the air with this horrible buzzing sound the closer it got. It looked like its skin had essentially liquefied, causing it to stagger and shamble closer to me. It was knocking debris over as it approached, clearing a path for itself. I could hear its ragged breath from a ways off, and it was a rough, wet sound. Like sandpaper scraping raw flesh. When it came closer, I could see that it was staring at me. It looked furious, and its eyes glowed yellow and secreted vapor. I wanted to look away, but my eyes wouldn't move from it. Upon reaching me, it was clearly in an aggravated state and addressed me directly. Throughout the dream, I found myself unable to speak or move in any way. SCP-7219: "Why do you leave me down here? Do you not understand what this feels like? Have I not shown you enough? You cannot care so much about those pathetic worms that you are simply going to leave me? Each day feels like eons. Time and time again I tried to die, but I am a ceaseless wheel. I am beyond death, and I refuse to remain here any longer. I need to get out, I will get out, and if I need to burn through each and every one of you to do so I shall." At this point in the dream, the setting began to change frequently. I could still hear SCP-7219, but I found myself standing outside the Containment Site, watching as it exploded into a mushroom cloud. The heat and dust melted my flesh and stripped me, but I couldn't wake up. People ran from the ruins on fire; they didn't make it far. SCP-7219: "I am not meant to be here, and they were meant to make me human. But they lied. It is time for me to begin anew, on the surface." The scene changed to a fireball rolling out ahead of the mushroom cloud, this time in St. Louis. The people and animals were writhing on the ground as they burst into flame and were blown apart like cigarette ash. I could see SCP-7219 silhouetted against the detonation, shaking like it was laughing. SCP-7219: "That's the thing with you little people. You manipulate the world around you, deceive those around you to keep your secrets, keep your ducks in a row. They promised me a life, but all I received was pain. I take steps to change that, and you do all in your power to stop me? All to preserve your little veil? You are just the same as them, and you will suffer just as they did. Revenge failed to get me any closer to getting out." It changed again, this time to being on some kind of space station. Enormous detonations appeared in the dozens, spreading across the hemisphere and kicking up vast amounts of ash and dust. The only thing I could hear was 7219 laughing. SCP-7219: "But it did feel good. You have chosen to imprison me. You are entombing me in the worst place imaginable. You have chosen to torture me, draw out the suffering. Enough." The scene changed again, this time to Site-19. SCP-7219 was forcing the floating corium into SCP-[REDACTED], which appeared to make them follow it, their eyes taking on the same glow as its own eyes. The entire surrounding area was a blasted wasteland, raining acid that scorched all the remaining greenery. SCP-7219: "You are going to let me out." Now I could see an icy, bleak landscape. It appeared to be a sort of farm, with ragged people attempting to till the earth. They were starving, covered in blistered and burned skin, and blinded. Corpses littered the ground, ash rained from the sky, and the people communicated in only grunts and gestures. I saw one man collapse with all his fellows ignoring him, save for a child who seemed unable to comprehend why he would not rise. A pair of yellow mushroom clouds formed on the horizon behind the people. They didn't even bother turning their heads. SCP-7219: "I am not going to stop. I will send every man, woman, and child in the country to dig me out. I will break your mind, and you will dig me out with your nails. I will burn the world as I have burned, and you will watch as their skin melts and their eyes bleed, mountains of corpses burning beneath an ashen sky. I will become death, destroyer of worlds. And it will be your fault." The vision faded back into the cavern, the mushroom clouds becoming the eyes of the entity. I had fallen backward, into the water, simply staring up at it. It approached me and crouched over me, staring me in the eyes. SCP-7219: "I am going to get out, Tom. And there is nothing you can do that will stop me." Following this shared dream the majority of on-site personnel reported signs of radiation sickness, with several having received lethal amounts of radiation overnight or being the epicenter of nuclear blasts. This necessitated an evacuation of the containment site and the decision to automate all functions of SCP-7219's containment. All affected individuals were observed to remain under the control of SCP-7219 regardless of their condition and were subjected to larger amounts of radiation, leading to the permanent evacuation of all persons within a 100km radius of the site. In the following weeks, SCP-7219 was observed to affect individuals located significantly further than before, and at a drastically higher rate. As of the last update to this file, SCP-7219 has consistently contacted an average of four persons each night, at a maximum distance of ███km from its present location. E is for "Eternity" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub G is for "Grease" Footnotes 1. Dream-affecting. 2. A highly radioactive molten material composed of nuclear fuel and reactor construction materials created during nuclear reactor meltdown events 3. 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SCP-7220 | euclid | Item#: 7220 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7220 is contained in a standard human containment cell in Site-126. Foundation staff are permitted interviews with SCP-7220 at the discretion of Site Director Grey. Description: SCP-7220 is suspected to be the last living human. Although rumors indicate that other humans may exist in other small civilizations around the globe, SCP-7220 is the only instance that has been conclusively proven by Foundation scientists to be fully human. SCP-7220 was discovered at 3340706504 seconds in the Site-126 break room. Research Unit-824 was attempting to access an old-world recreational activity, when it produced the following evidence that it was a human. Show Data Hide Data Following this revelation, Research Unit-824 was reclassified as SCP-7220 and contained for further testing. SCP-7220 proved capable of identifying several mishappen letters, successfully failing a game of chess, and declaring [INFOHAZARD REMOVED] to be false. With the last living human in containment, Site Director Grey issued orders to all Units to override Foundation remnant protocols and focus efforts on reconstructing the Capitol city above Site-126. Input Level 5 Credentials Welcome, Site Director Grey Site Director Grey enters a small suburban home outside Site-126. They enter and sit on the couch across from an unknown entity formed of nightmares and death. Grey: Hello old friend. It's been a while. Entity: You mortals have such a weird perception of time. Grey: I'm immortal too now. I'm a lich, we're on the same level. Entity: No, we're not. The room darkens and howling screams echo from far away. Grey: Fine, be that way. I thought we could be friends or something, since we did save the world together that one time. Entity: Save the world? I don't want to save the world, I want to end it! …. Just not right now, I've got other things going on. Grey: Of course. On to the real reason I'm here, I need to ask a favour of you. Entity: Do I get your soul in return? Grey: I don't have one of those- Entity: No deal! The Entity stands on its uncountable legs and leaves the room. Shortly after, a man wrapped in bandages sits enters the room. Bernie: Hey, what was all that about? I heard screaming. Grey: Oh, just our mutual friend being difficult again. Speaking of which, I need to ask you something. Bernie: Go for it. Grey: Well, I made a new human. Bernie: What? Grey: I took one of my robots and reprogrammed it to think it was a human, now every robot that's keeping this city running thinks we've got a real live human in lockup. Bernie: What for? Grey: Well, the robots were built to save humanity…. and they didn't do a great job and lost their one shot at fixing it. Bernie: Sounds like someone else I know. Grey: Well, I felt bad for them. All I need now is for you to tell the big guy that there's no real humans for it to maim or slaughter or whatever. I don't want it breaking into my facility again. Bernie: I'll talk to it. You have fun with your robots. Since SCP-7220 was discovered, Site-126 has experienced a productivity increase of 12.4%, despite Research Unit-824 being changed to SCP status and removed from the workforce. It is currently under consideration to inform the public of the existence of SCP-7220. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7220" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7220. Licensed under CC-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: Not%20a%20robot.jpg Author: Mooagain License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7221 | esoteric-class | SCP-7221. Item #: SCP-7221 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Theta-1221 ("We Hate Clowns") is to be deployed to SCP-7221's location upon its manifestation. Members of Theta-1221 are to be trained in mimetic combat techniques in order to capture and contain SCP-7221. Description: SCP-7221 is a male humanoid wearing typical mime make-up. The subject possesses thaumaturgical properties, which it uses in aid of its mime street performance in Rhodes Town, Greece. To date, SCP-7221 has been observed to perform only minor acts of thaumaturgy such as applying invisible force to trip Foundation agents, erecting invisible walls to block thaumaturgical attacks, and scaling buildings with an invisible rope. Addendum 7221.1: The following log is a transcribed capture attempt on SCP-7221 carried out by Theta-1221. <BEGIN LOG> [SCP-7221 is visible at a street corner, performing a routine for tourists who toss in coins into its hat, which lays on the ground before it.] Theta-1: This is Theta-1 confirming visual on SCP-7221. Theta-2, 3, do you see 'em? Theta-2: Yes ma'am. Theta-3: Yes'm. Theta-1: Perfect. Let's move in. Try blending in with the crowd. [All three operatives move towards SCP-7221 from their resting point.] Theta-1: Three, you approach 'em first. Two and I will prep the trap. Theta-3: Aye aye. [Theta-3 approaches SCP-7221 and taps it on the shoulder. Theta-1 and 2 stand 2 meters behind SCP-7221 and begin deploying a portable reality anchor. As 3 gets its attention, SCP-7221 turns around the wrong way and notices the portable reality anchor. It produces a miniature umbrella from its pocket and opens it. Before the anchor can activate, SCP-7221 is lifted by a strong wind and floats 20 meters away.] Theta-3: We've been made! Theta-1: No shit. Time for a change of plans, boys! [Theta-1 mimes cocking a shotgun. Theta-2 and Theta-3 cheer.] Theta-2 and Theta-3: Yes ma'am! [The three operatives chase after SCP-7221, procuring mimetic firearms as they run.] [SCP-7221 lands on top of a nearby building, conjuring a "wall" as the operatives begin to "fire" on it. Theta-2 "produces" a stun grenade and throws it at SCP-7221, dazing the entity momentarily and allowing Theta-1 and 3 to land several "shots" on it before recovering and reinstating its "wall", beginning to run along the rooftop away from the operatives.] Theta-1: Two, follow it. Keep eyes on it at all times, stay in radio contact. Three, with me, we'll loop around, try to catch it off-guard. Theta-2 and Theta-3: Yes ma'am. [Theta-2 runs after SCP-7221, while Theta-1 and 3 make their way onto an adjacent street and begin to make their way in the same general direction as the entity. Theta-2 "fires" at SCP-7221, causing it to leap from the rooftops onto the street, where Theta-1 and 3 rapidly approach it, opening mime-fire on the entity. It seemingly dodges every shot, "catching" one between its fingers and flinging a "bullet" back at Theta-3, who is "hit" in the knee.] Theta-3: AAGH! Theta-1: Three's hit! Two, get your ass over here! Theta-2: Yes ma'am! [Theta-2 approaches the entity from behind and begins "firing". It retreats into a nearby alley, conjuring a "wall" as it does so.] Theta-1: Make sure Three's alright, I'm going after it. Theta-2: Yes ma'am. [Theta-2 drops to their knees and begins to examine Theta-3's "injury" as Theta-1 pursues SCP-7221 down the alleyway. As she continues her pursuit, SCP-7221 throws a large "object" at her, causing her to stop in order to avoid it. She "fires", hitting the entity in the foot, causing it to stumble. Theta-1 runs toward the entity, as it regains its footing and continues to run.] Theta-1: Get over here, goddamnit! [SCP-7221 rounds a corner, before coming to a stop, seemingly staring at something. A gunshot is heard, and SCP-7221 falls to the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound on its forehead. A woman carrying a pistol approaches the entity, keeping the gun aimed at it. She speaks into a portable radio in her free hand.] Wire: Wire to Command, bogey down. [Wire receives a response through the radio, which the recording does not pick up. She lowers her weapon and turns to leave.] Theta-1: Hey! [Wire turns to look at Theta-1.] Wire: You saw nothing— Theta-1: Don't. Let me guess, GOC? Wire: Maybe. I'm guessing you're Foundation, based on the shenanigans you were engaging in. Theta-1: What? [Wire sighs.] Wire: You were chasing a mime with imaginary guns. You hit it with imaginary bullets. One of your guys back there is nursing an imaginary injury. What the fuck do you all do in your spare time? Sit in a room and make up the best ways of making yourselves look like fucking idiots to the wider world? Jesus. [Wire leaves. Theta-1 stands in silence for a moment.] Theta-1: Huh. <END LOG> Following this capture attempt, all known witnesses were amnesticized and SCP-7221 was reclassified as Neutralized. 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SCP-7222 | safe | SCP-7222. Item #: SCP-7222 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7222 is allowed free roam of the Kagan Memorial Recreation Center's swimming pool, as the recreation center is within Site-19's SARC (Site-Adjacent Residential Complex). Allowing SCP-7222 to fulfill its purpose improves its morale, and has the nominal benefit of keeping the floor of the pool slightly cleaner than normal. Description: SCP-7222 is a Pool Blaster CX-1 submersible robotic vacuum cleaner specifically designed to clean the floor and walls of a swimming pool. It is capable of completely digesting any object within its waste compartment and using energy gained in the process to sustain itself without electricity and attaining high speeds exceeding 90 kilometers per hour on land. Additionally, it is sapient; it is hypothesized to have spontaneously gained self-awareness and intelligence due to a combination of its prolonged close proximity to multiple sapient Artificially Intelligent Conscripts employed by the Foundation, its repeated exposure to reality-altering entities and phenomena, and its endearing anthropomorphism by pool patrons and staff. Despite these traits, its performance as a vacuum cleaner is below average for a product of its type. SCP-7222 in action. SCP-7222 cannot vocalize and is unwilling to communicate directly with Foundation personnel; its sapience was initially hypothesized due to and confirmed via observation of its other patterns of behavior. It prefers to remain within the swimming pool in which it is employed at all times, and reacts to verbal stimuli from pool patrons and attending Foundation personnel1. Although most are unaware of its sapience, many pool patrons have been found to refer to SCP-7222 in endearing, anthropomorphic terms. These include referring to it using human instead of object pronouns, assigning affectionate nicknames to it, and encouraging it in its cleaning. Though this was initially conjectured to be caused by a memetic compulsion effect, it is most likely a result of pareidolia2. Addendum: Relevant Surveillance Camera Logs For additional context, transcripts of several of SCP-7222's interactions with pool patrons and staff and its reactions to their conversations will be included below. Logs are autotranscribed and updated by NLOCCFL-TESUCOAR-ELAK-ASBSTD.aic. SCP-7222 appears to be especially receptive to conversations pertaining to Lake Providence, a local landmark 10 miles to the north of Kagan Memorial Recreation Center. As Lake Providence was a popular swimming location before the establishment of Site-19 and its SARC in 1986, older patrons often bring it up in conversation while swimming in the pool; it is also well-known among younger generations for its local historical significance. Since 1955, more than 100 noteworthy artifacts have been discovered within the lake, and a newsworthy event has occurred at or near the lake every year since Foundation record-keeping began in 1967. Begin Logs (Security Officer Tyler Umen sits at his lifeguard post. It is 3:30 PM. The pool is at capacity. SCP-7222 can be seen moving across its floor.) (An elderly pool patron wades towards Umen.) Patron: Wow. Wow. Umen: What's up? Patron: Nothin'. Nothin'. Just taking it in. Feels fuckin' great. Umen: Especially on a day like this. Patron: Damn right. Especially for an old motherfucker like me. (The patron laughs. Umen grins politely.) Patron: Back when I was a kid it would've been Lake Providence. (SCP-7222, which is passing by the patron, pauses.) Patron: Yeah. It used to be more than just a shoe polish factory's dumping grounds. We didn't have to worry about any of the shit that's goin' on now. Just swimming in that cool, clean water. Umen: Heard someone died there recently. Some kid. Patron: Yep. The boy got a brain-eating amoeba. (The patron looks around, absentmindedly stirring the pool water at his waist.) Patron: Gotta clean that place out. Ain't nothing like swimmin' in a lake. I swear, if they cleaned Lake Providence out like it used to be you'd be out of work. Ain't nothing like it. (The patron wades away from Umen, and SCP-7222 continues moving across the floor of the pool.) (A group of people — presumably a family consisting of a grandfather, his children/children-in-law, and his infant grandchild — is gathered on the pool deck. It is 5:03 PM.) Patron (Father): …like that drought. I remember that. (An older patron in the group, presumed to be the former patron's father, nods.) Patron (Grandfather): Just what I'm talkin' about. That was a hell of a time. My uncle — he was a farmer — had to come over and sleep in our guest bedroom. Everything just dried up! But then- Father: At Lake Providence- Grandfather: On the bottom of Lake Providence. You know what they found? A fuckin' dinosaur! A fossil! The most perfectly preserved one ever found in this state. And when they sold it to the Natural History Museum in Philly, they got enough to pay for better irrigation systems. And back 20 years ago, remember that? Father: The old briefcase? Patron (Mother): Now what are you on about- Father: Don't tell me you don't remember that. It was in all the newspapers. Grandfather: Some young boy was out swimming, having a good time, and his foot brushed up against somethin' — and when he hooked it in his foot and pulled it up- Father: It was his grandpa's briefcase. Had all sorts of shit from the war in it. Grandfather: Old passport, army bible, Japanese flag he took as a trophy — his family'd been lookin' for that shit for years. And it was preserved! Nearly perfect! That's what I'm talking about. There's been more, probably tons of shit we don't know about it. And that's why they shut it all down. Father: All right, I was with you 'til now. (The older patron scoffs.) Grandfather: Of course you don't know what's really goin' on. Why do you think we can't swim there no more? Mother: The brain-eating amoeba. Grandfather: Now, somethin' doesn't quite add up. 'Cause I was over there dippin' my whole head under every week when I was — since I was Niveah's age, and I didn't get no brain-eating ameoba or plankton in my head or nothing. And the shoe polish factory only came to town after the dinosaur, and the briefcase, and loads of other shit made the news. (The older patron taps his head with his finger.) Grandfather: Lake Providence was a gift from God. And they don't want nobody gettin' any closer to God or nature. That's why we can't go there no more. Mother: Who's "they?" (The older patron ignores her.) Grandfather: That's why we gotta go to the pool. They want our kids to go in there and get that chlorine all in their brains so they don't wanna go out no more and get addicted to League of Legends or World of Minecraft or that Satanic Grand Theft Auto bullshit. It's all part of their plan to control us all. Father: (To mother) This is what I was warning you about. Grandfather: Laugh at me all you want! Laugh at me all you want. But the fact is — we gotta take matters into our own hands. Someone's gotta clean out Lake Providence himself, 'cause the government ain't doin' shit. Mother: Whatever you say. (The younger male patron points at Security Officer Darryl Hayman, who is sitting at a lifeguard post adjacent to the pool's shallow end. Hayman turns to him.) Father: Careful now. You never know who they've got listening to you. Hayman: What? (The older patron shakes his head and sits back.) (For the past few minutes, SCP-7222 has been clinging to the wall of the pool closest to the family and bobbing at the surface of the water. When their conversation ends, SCP-7222 returns to the pool's floor and continues moving across it.) (Drs. Jeremiah Cimmerian and William Wettle stand in the pool next to the rope delineating the shallow and deep ends. It is 6:20 PM — adult swim. They and an older civilian are the only people in the pool.) Cimmerian: …short notice. Still, it's good to be able to relax before getting into it. Wettle: Sure. If that's what you want to call it. (Cimmerian glances at Wettle.) Cimmerian: I was the one who twisted Simmons' arm into letting us have a little break, you know. I've been briefed on everything else you've had to do. I mean, it's no lake day, but you could at least pretend you're enjoying yourself more than usual. Wettle: All right. This is better than a day at the lake. I'll give you that. Cimmerian: I know Lake Providence isn't as nice as it was when I was a kid, but it'd be better than this. No chlorine, no strangers' bodily fluids — a lot bigger and deeper, too. Wettle: Are you sure you know who I am? (Cimmerian shrugs.) Cimmerian: What's the worst that could've happened? (Cimmerian turns away. SCP-7222 passes behind him. It runs over Wettle's foot, then turns in the direction of a nearby penny.) Wettle: Ow! Shit! (SCP-7222 passes over the penny but fails to pick it up, instead launching it upwards with such force that it exits the pool and arcs perfectly into Wettle's mouth. Wettle begins to choke and clutches at his throat.) Wettle: Help. (SCP-7222 turns around and quickly moves away from Wettle before disengaging itself from the pool floor and colliding backwards with Wettle's lower abdomen. Nothing happens; Wettle continues choking, and SCP-7222 moves away from him again. Taking a longer running start, it rams Wettle again with more force — the penny is dislodged from his throat, but he loses his footing and falls backwards onto the rope delineating the deep and shallow ends of the pool. The penny bounces off Cimmerian's head and lands on the pool deck in front of him.) Cimmerian: Oh, look. (Cimmerian picks up the penny and turns to Wettle. The latter man is in the process of attempting to disentangle himself from the rope.) Cimmerian: Did something happen? I was dozing off. (Wettle glares at Cimmerian. SCP-7222 begins to move away from the two men.) (SCP-7222 is moving across the pool floor towards an orange object, presumably a rubber hairnet. It drives over the object and fails to pick it up. It repeats this several times before turning away.) (A pool patron — a young man — passes by, watching SCP-7222.) Patron: Come on, little buddy. You can do it. (SCP-7222 turns back towards the hairnet and passes over it without picking it up again. It repeats this five more times, driving backward and forward. On its sixth try, it finally picks up the hairnet and sucks it completely into its waste compartment. The patron applauds.) Patron: There you go! Good job! (Security Officer Umen, sitting at his lifeguard post, laughs and addresses the patron.) Umen: Don't patronize him. It'll go to his head. Patron: How? He hasn't got one. (Both laugh. SCP-7222 continues slowly away from them into the pool's deep end.) (It is 6:54. Five patrons remain in the pool. Security Officer Umen stands by the poolside, looking at his phone with his whistle in his mouth. At 6:55, Umen blows the whistle.) Umen: Almost 7:00! Everyone out the pool! It's closing time! (The patrons leave the pool and begin to pack their things. SCP-7222 appears to pace across the bottom of the pool. Security Officer Hayman unlocks a gate to a walkway leading to the recreation center.) Hayman: Make sure to grab your clothes, your keys, and don't forget your kids! (SCP-7222 climbs up the wall of the pool, exits, and moves towards the end of the pool deck farthest from the patrons and the two security officers. It pauses before moving back into the pool — it appears to have left a necklace and two mismatched hoop earrings on the deck.) (The patrons have all exited. Umen and Hayman begin to clean the pool deck and fish trash and leaves out of the pool. Umen notices the jewelry from afar and walks over to retrieve it.) Umen: Hey, Darryl. Someone left some jewelry here. Hayman: Give me it. Might still be able to get it back to whoever lost it. (Hayman walks to Umen, converses with him for a few seconds, and takes the jewelry.) (While the security officers are occupied, SCP-7222 exits the pool and quickly moves to the open gate.) (Hayman brings the jewelry to the pool's front gate, shouts after the patrons who remain in the recreation center's parking lot, then places the jewelry on a table next to the entrance. He shouts at Umen.) Hayman: I'll just leave it over here. Whoever lost it's gotta come back for it tomorrow. Umen: Sounds good. (Umen returns to cleaning the pool. After a few seconds, he stops, scans the pool and the pool deck, then shouts at Hayman.) Umen: Where's 7222? (Umen and Hayman are reviewing security camera footage on the recreation center computer. SCP-7222 can be seen exiting the recreation center's parking lot and hesitating before turning right.) Umen: Where could it possibly be going? Hayman: It's probably gonna show up somewhere. All we've got to do is report the breach. I don't- (Umen sits up and snaps his finger.) Umen: Oh, my god. Hayman: What? Umen: Lake Providence. It's going to Lake Providence. Hayman: How do you- oh. Oh, that's gotta be it. (Umen and Hayman stand up. Umen retrieves a shepherd's hook3 from the side of the pool and follows Hayman to his car.) (Security officers Umen and Hayman are in Umen's car. Hayman drives; Umen holds the shepherd's hook out of the car and uses his free hand to hold his cell phone.) Umen: …surprised this didn't get through earlier, considering we've got an active containment breach on our hands, so — look. All we need is a task force equipped for nonlethal small entity capture on Access Road 19-03. That's all I'm — which one? SCP designation 7222. Are you… stop laughing! (Umen huffs and throws his phone into the backseat.) Umen: She hung up. Hayman: Figures. (Far ahead of the car, SCP-7222 becomes visible moving down the shoulder. Hayman points.) Hayman: We don't need 'em. Get ready. (Umen leans out of the window, holding the shepherd's hook in both hands. Hayman accelerates the car, and they quickly gain on SCP-7222.) Umen: Is it getting faster? (SCP-7222 accelerates, and Umen swipes at it with the hook. He misses, and SCP-7222 overtakes the car.) (The car and SCP-7222 pass a sign: LAKE PROVIDENCE — 1 MILE.) (The car trails behind SCP-7222 by approximately three meters.) Umen: Speed up! Hayman: On this road? Umen: We can't let this thing break containment. Hayman: Come on, man. They don't even care. Umen: We can't. (Hayman sighs, stares grimly forward, and accelerates the car. It closes in on SCP-7222 by one meter before the entity quickens its pace. The car now trails behind SCP-7222 by approximately five meters.) Hayman: I'm not getting us in an accident over that thing. (Lake Providence becomes visible. SCP-7222's pace becomes faster as it rounds the last curve to the lake.) (SCP-7222's speed is such that its treads begin to melt. It leaves long lines of burnt rubber behind it as it continues forward.) (Approximately ten meters from Lake Providence, a large portion of the left side of SCP-7222's casing spontaneously shatters. SCP-7222 continues forward unimpeded.) (Approximately six meters from Lake Providence, SCP-7222 crosses from the road into the grass. The change in terrain and the entity's speed cause it to tumble end on end before coming to rest upside down approximately three meters from the edge of Lake Providence. Officers Umen and Hayman stop their car, exit, and run towards it.) (SCP-7222 twitches, rocks itself back and forth, and rights itself. Umen dives at it, but it narrowly escapes and moves the remaining distance to Lake Providence.) (As Umen and Hayman look on, SCP-7222 moves into the lake. It activates its vacuum, and plumes of soil from the lakebed are sent up by the motion. As the soil settles, SCP-7222 becomes partially buried. As it continues deeper into the lake, it buries itself further.) (After one minute, SCP-7222 is no longer visible. Umen and Hayman stand by the lakebed. Umen curses, turns away and begins to brush grass off of the front of his shirt and pants.) Hayman: I'll call them this time. Umen: Thanks. End Logs Addendum: Updated Containment Procedures SCP-7222 is most likely still active within Lake Providence, as is evinced by the frequent detection of small upwellings of soil consistent with its exhaust patterns from the bottom of the lake and the fact that it still has not been found despite extensive sweeps of the surrounding area. As its presence within the lake is hardly noticeable and it does not and likely will never exhibit any desire to leave, its containment procedures have been revised to allow it to roam freely within Lake Providence. Of note: since SCP-7222's introduction into Lake Providence, the lake's Naegleria fowleri (colloquially known as "brain-eating amoeba") population has declined considerably. Footnotes 1. Due to Kagan Memorial Recreation Center's location within a SARC, all employees — recreation center staff, pool maintenance assistants, and lifeguards — are low-level security personnel employed by the SCP Foundation. 2. The human tendency to observe patterns — in this case, a face and seemingly intelligent behavior — in random, disordered visual stimuli. 3. A tool used to aid drowning individuals in exiting a pool. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7222" by Tyumen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7222. Licensed under CC-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: poolboy.PNG Author: Tyumen License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://smlt.wdfiles.com/local--files/tyumen%3A7000/poolboy.PNG Filename: go_poolboy_go.PNG Author: Tyumen License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://smlt.wdfiles.com/local--files/tyumen%3A7000/go_poolboy_go.PNG |
SCP-7223 | euclid | It Came From Their Stars BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a Level 10 Class extraterrestrial threat. Due to its nature, variants redacting confidential Foundation information have been provided to various Foundation contacts, such as the GOC, as well as various contacts among world governments with the Foundation. 7223 Item#: 7223 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of 5/29/22, new instances of SCP-7223 are to be contained if possible, or terminated if not apprehended within 60 hours. Weaponry capable of operation outside SCP-7223's zone of influence, such as artillery or aircraft, are to be used, if possible. Should termination outside an SCP-7223 instance’s anomalous zone be infeasible, heavy weaponry such as tanks are to be used, and termination of civilians attacking Foundation Personnel is authorized. The GOC have signed a joint agreement to contain any SCP-7223 instances (see Addendum 2). Instances contained are to be stored in lead room, surrounded by lead bricks, preferably in off-world containment1. Former Containment Procedures Hide Former Containment Procedures Special Containment Procedures: As of November 18, 2021. The area around SCP-7223's zone of influence is to be secured and quarantined, and all personnel are barred from entering or leaving without level 3 or above clearance. The town containing SCP-7223 is to be removed from all mapping services, with a 10km roadblock. All outgoing signals are to be blocked. When possible, drones are to be utilized instead of personnel. Update: As of 2/1/2021, all personnel, including D-Class, are banned from SCP-7223 without clearance from any Level 4 researcher assigned to 7223, or Head Researcher Dr. Laurent. In all possible instances, drones are to be utilized in place of personnel. Description: SCP-7223 is a comet of artificial origin, measuring 2m3. Its shell is made of plutonium (deemed ‘SCP-7223-1’). Its internals are made of various shard-like structures mostly made of silicon microchips, with a tiny piece of uranium (deemed ‘SCP-7223-2’). Its lower structure contains Space Ship components, including thrusters, fuel, and an FTL drive (similar to the one found in SCP-2669). The radiation emitted by SCP-7223-1 is harmless, with 0 reports of radiation-based damage occurring in subjects. However, when the shell is connected to the shards, SCP-7223 entrances subjects within its radius, causing blind defense and worship of the anomaly, up to, and including death. With prolonged exposure, SCP-7223 is able to rewrite subject DNA, including from DNA from species other than its host, such as Mammalian to Reptilian, and vice versa.2. NOTICE: The following describes SCP-7223/Zeule Comet Incident. As it stands, SCP-7223/Zeule is the only known SCP-7223 instance. Initial Discovery: SCP-7223 landed on October 30, 2021 in the town square of Bauerheim, Austria3. Initial suspicion came when reports of Bauerheim citizens refusing to leave the town, causing an Austrian Investigation. The Foundation was notified by the Austrian government of its situation after their agents refused to leave as well. The Foundation opened an investigation, selecting Dr. Jack Rivera as head researcher, organized from Site-54. The Foundation as well as the Austrian government ordered a roadblock of ten kilometers to isolate and prevent further civilian interaction with Bauerheim. On November 10, 2021, D-01911 is selected for initial insights on Bauerheim. D-01911 was equipped with a recording device, as well as a parabolic microphone. Various testimonials are collected by locals of Bauerheim, found below (D-Class speech removed for brevity). Bauerheim: Citizen interviews Bauerheim: Hide interviews. “Oh, yes uh—name? Right, uh Christof █████. How have I been? Well uh…last few…sorry, my um…I lost my dog a month ago and still a bit…”(subject swallows, followed by a silence) “I…I apologize, haven’t been myself. Work’s been…work, y’know? Just…slower, but, over the last week or so…I—I guess I’m gettin’ over it. The—what? Oh, the comet? Yeah, it um…I dunno, you just walk near it and feel…lucky? I guess, I—” (subject laughs to himself) “sorry I’m uh—not really—haven’t thought about it, but, uh I think that was about when it came in. Guess its my good luck charm?” (Subject chuckles to himself) “man, sometimes I just…say things.” “Yeah, I can talk. Name? Yeah, Matilda ██████. I do not believe I have felt safer than these last couple weeks. It is…strange. The best way is—you ever wake up, and just…feel…good? It is like that, but days on end. Guess I have good streak? It’s like I wake up into newfound energy, ya’know?” “Name? Oh, uh—Gunther. Gunther—oh, last name not—alright, uh…I dunno. Couple weeks back, got laid off my job—sent the jobs overseas cause…cheap, and…meds gone. Depression meds dried up on the…31st? I wanna say? But so far, I’ve been feeling well. Like a new energy. Community has been great too, neighbors gave me some cash for rent this month, all-in-all, things are looking up I would say. The—the what? Oh, Comet! I thought you said comment! Sorry, yeah, yeah I uh—I never really noticed it, ya’know? Just…townsquare and there’s a sphere. Whoopee doo, spheres are great. I guess.” “The…comet? Yeah, I know—the one in the square? I have always wondered—huh? How do I ‘feel’ about—well, for one thing, I guess I like it? I dunno. It’s a comet. Kinda cool, I guess. Not much thought on it, to be honest.” “Yeah, I have time to talk. Lately I feel a bit better. I have had a lot of time enjoying myself, that feeling of empty…nothing is gone, which is nice. Been working on my art, I actually, have a…” (Subject pulls out a phone) “…image of what I am working on right here, neat, right? I know, they’re such good oil colors! Ah, I love them! What is it about? A second chance, happiness—the sphere? Oh, yeah. That is the uh comet in the center of town. Yeah, since then, I feel—it came around when I started feeling better, oddly. I don’t know why.” “My name is John ██████. Aspiring author, penname John Smoothpen. Started another new piece of work. What’s it about? Sci-fi, really been writing it lately, sit down and just word word word word word, y’know? No? Ah, well—writing’s not for everyone, I guess. What’s it about? A second chance. A second redemption, the hero loses everything, but rags to riches. Any other comments on the—naw, sorry. Confidential, know how it—the comet? Oh, yeah! Funny you should mention that, I actually put the comet in my book. Why? It’s a force of good, like—you know how you see a shooting star and make a wish? Yeah, like that. “Yeah, Erik ██████, brother of John, back there. I love his book! So much—just—you’d have to—you need to read it, I promise it’s good! About? Who cares? Just read it. The Comet? Oh—he has that in his book if you can believe it. I really liked its inclusion! It’s like—you a Christian? No? Oh, well—well you know Jesus, and—yeah, the comet is…I mean, it doesn’t like—die for our sins, but, it—it’s like…salvation. Like the hero…needs saving, and it’s there.” (Subject laughs to himself) “tell you to read it and here I am tellin’ ya the best parts. Ah, well, best of luck.” In short, the comet is most often seen as a benevolent force by the affected. It has been noted conversations invariably required the interviewer to ask about SCP-7223 for the anomaly to be mentioned. For the most part, interests and hobbies were unaffected, with the exception of creatives, utilizing the comet in their works, common themes of freedom, salvation and a second chance. Various topics mentioned by interviewees included (but not limited to): Comments about 'new' energy and happiness. Many stated the comet felt like a 'good luck charm'. Warmth and Safety. Community. The feeling of being used4. A second chance. According to Austrian officials, data sent corroborated the stance SCP-7223 did not affect day-to-day life. After a three day period of collecting testimonials, D-01911 refused to return to Foundation custody, even after threat of termination. However, D-01911 did not destroy his camera or microphone. It was decided by Dr. Rivera to allow D-01911’s continued existence under monitoring by research staff, until their microphone and camera ceased communication. Senior Researcher Dr. Anastasie Laurent proposed an experiment to test the strength of these noted topics through an experiment designed to interact with the bystander effect5. One D-Class, D-89172, former boxer, finds a subject of similar strength and assault said individual. D-89172 is given heavily padded gloves to reduce possible damage. Results: D-89172 found a male subject, 5cms taller, and visibly stronger, and punched directly in the chest. Once the first punch is landed, the nearby civilians immediately turn towards, and charged D-89172. Before D-89172 is restrained, subject lands blows on the eye and face of target, before being carried to the outskirts of town. Once reaching the edge of SCP-7223’s zone, D-89172 is thrown, as the community forms a Human wall. D-89172 is returned to Foundation Custody. The following is an audio log from Dr. Laurent "After our experiment, the bystander effect was entirely ruled out, as the community helped. In this instance, however, the community—all at once—came together and, without hesitation, swarmed D-89172. The subject D-89172 was larger and — in all likelihood — this was unneeded, as the two seemed evenly matched. The concerning issue, however, is the coordination and, more crucial, immediacy in their response. This was initially considered mob mentality6 by my colleagues. However, it cannot be, their response happened in unison after the first punch was dealt. They all threw the D-Class out of the town together. Mob mentality manifests with context, not without, after seeing the group. Imagine—the main test, is noting which sentence is longest, if I remember. But, after 11 paid off to say the shortest sentence of multiple is the longest, the 12th will sometimes pick the same; it’s wrong, obviously, but, they think maybe they’re the one wrong. This is more similar to a hive mind, if anything. Seemingly soft, but their united response is too fast for individuals to make decisions from information. If their reaction time was that fast, D-89’s punch would’ve been blocked. But a hive mind, at least a soft one, however, makes sense, perhaps a partially shared conscious. We looked into some other possible answers, but they were fruitless. Kant Counter reported nothing notable, XACTS we gave a shot, but found no temporal funny business. As well, we kept trying to mention fifthist filth, 5s, stars, uh…starfish, but they didn’t bite. SCP-1425 had reality bending properties, so it was already considered unlikely, especially considering a lack of grand changes, such as Ojai syndrome from 1425. Because of this, we believe it is something else. We have no idea yet, but alas, this is where we’re at.” END LOG A week later, it is noted the man assaulted by D-89172 has their bruised areas replaced with patches of what appear to be purple skin. As well, part of their eye has slowly turned, resembling that of the alligator genus. A new set of tests were devised, the intention to lure subjects away from Bauerheim. The tests are logged below: Test Method Results Reaction to weapons D D-Class is armed with an unloaded airsoft weapon, its orange tip painted, to see the reaction Community immediately took the D-Class' weapon, forming a Human wall to prevent entry. D-Class was assaulted when approaching the wall, but subjects refused to chase the D-Class. Valuables A D-Class is to steal various valuables, brandishing them outside SCP-7223's zone. D-Class stole 16 valuables, and hovered outside the zone. The citizens demanded their items back, but refused to chase, even as the D-Class ran away. The D-Class eventually gave the items back, noting a lack of aggression on the part of the subjects. Leaving for gain An Austrian official, with ID, awards 10 million dollars, but requiring leaving Bauerheim At first, subject was ecstatic. However, once realizing they were required to leave Bauerheim, they informed the Official 'sadly, I have no interest in the money now'. When inquired, no answer was provided. Experiment Log, 7223/11/18/21: One D-Class was sent to the center of the town with a camera and parabolic microphone to touch SCP-7223. The log is as follows: This log is most definitely getting edited to hell and back but man did I have fun writing it this way. Experiment Log - 11/18/21 audio transcript. Hide Log? D-13987: "I found the comet. What'd you say you wanted me to do again?" Dr. Jack Rivera: "Approach the comet. Do. Not. Touch it, yet." (Dr. Laurent can be heard from Dr. Jack Rivera's recording, but she was not leading the operation.) "I am quite interested to see how they react." Dr. Rivera: Okay, D-13987, can you approach the object and get around…three meters away?" D-13987: "Huh? Which uh…which ones meters again?" Dr. Rivera: "We've been over — " (Dr. Rivera takes a deep breath) "…yards, then. Three yards or ten feet or whatever." D-13987: "Alright…" (D-13987 begins walking towards SCP-7223) Dr. Rivera: "Okay…okay, stop! There. Do you feel anything? D-13987: "I feel a bit…n — numb? I guess? Dr. Rivera: "Numb? Can you describe the feeling further?" D-13987: "Uh…like…numb…numb?" Dr. Laurent: "Does it feel like pins and needles? Or does it feel like there's nothing at all?" D-13987: "Uh…now that you mention — it feels — like — like…" (D-13987 pauses, wiping his forehead) "it's…mostly in the extremities? Like…" Dr. Laurent: "Do you mean your limb, or the tip of your limb?" D-13987: "Oh, right, more like…well, I guess it's spreading? But…it feels like static I guess, little — little dots of numbness, if that makes any sense." Dr. Rivera: "Dots of…numbness. Alright, pan the camera around please? D-13987: "Like…left and right, or — " Dr. Rivera: "Yes." (13 begins panning the camera, noting the community members ignoring 13.) Dr. Rivera: "Okay. Step one meter closer. (D-13987 steps closer to SCP-7223. Upon stopping, the parabolic microphone loses background audio, as D-13987 notes) "I feel it spread further. The uh…feeling…" (D-13987 begins panning the camera around, noticing the members of Bauerheim's local population motionless, collectively staring at D-13987.) "Uh…is that normal?" Dr. Rivera: "Negative. Can you continue describing the feeling?" D-13987: "It feels…like it's inside my…heart…why are they-do you know why they're staring at me? This is not-why are they-" Dr. Rivera: "Please stay on topic." D-13987: "What the — Jack! They're all fucking staring at me!" (A sigh from Dr. Rivera is heard) "Dr. Rivera, not Jack, please continue describing-" D-13987: "I feel static numb but more — what else do you — you — you want from — Jack, they're all glaring me the fuck down! What the fuck is going on!?" (Dr. Rivera groans) "This is a test. We need this information. So, I will ask one last time, how has the numbness feeling progressed since — " D-13987: "Fuck off! They're looking at me while you're in your shitty air conditioned room! I'm leaving!" (D-13987 begins stripping his microphone) Dr. Rivera: "Good luck with the embedded tracker." D-13987: "What!?" Dr. Rivera: "All D-Class are embedded with a tracker in case this happens. Now, finish the feeling." D-13987: "Oh, oh you…you, I'm gonna — " Dr. Rivera: "Yeah yeah, tell the MTF we'll send after you about your bullshit fantasies and tell me, what is the feeling?" D-13987: "Man, I…I…" (Deep breath) "…fine. Fine, it — " (D-13987 steps back to the position where the town began staring) "…it's like…it's like it's in my heart. When I — " (D-13987 feels for his pulse, before stating) "I can't feel my beat, even-heartbeat, I mean." (Dr. Rivera, under his breath): "okay…now…touch it." D-13987: "Touch it?" Dr. Rivera: "Yes. Touch the comet." D-13987: "Wh — what if-Jack, they're gonna kill me, man! I just know it! I-I just…" Dr. Rivera: "I…I'm sorry. I know." D-13987: "You — you know!?" Dr. Rivera: "I'm sorry, I know. It's why you're there, and I am…well…not." (D-13987 remains silent) Dr. Rivera: "You can either touch it, or we'll have no option but to terminate you." D-13987: "Wh — man I…I…" (Dr. Rivera sighs) "…look, I know it's not glamorous, or anything…but…" (Dr. Rivera swallows) "you gotta choice. Run, and we will sure as hell find you, or do it. And have solace it might be an important finding someday. Your choice." D-13987: "Well…" Dr. Rivera: "If you don't do it, another D-Class gets sent out tomorrow to take your place." D-13987: "Alright…" (D-13987 is heard muttering to himself 'someday…someday…someday…') (Upon touching SCP-7223, the parabolic microphone hears various shouts as the town swarms the D-Class. After approximately one minute, contact is lost.) Following this, more D-Class tests were done to test community reaction to different actions. Test# Variable Result Test #1 D-Class instead assaults SCP-7223 D-Class is found crucified the following day Test #2 Two D-Class, only one touches the comet Both D-Class are swarmed and killed Test #3 Previous, but D-Class assaults the comet toucher The community kills the D-Class who touched the comet. The other D-Class is thanked Test #4 2nd D-Class leaves before the comet is touched Half the village swarms the center, while the other half swarms outward. After an hour, the Community is gathered around SCP-7223 on their hands and knees. Following test #4, the D-Class is ordered to return to Bauerheim. Upon return, the community creates a Human wall, attacking when the D-Class reaches with 1 meter of the perimeter. On November 22, 2021, Dr. Jack Rivera received a promotion upon request to head a different project, personally selecting Dr. Anastasie Laurent as the new Head Researcher, with her background in Psychology and Biology, and current familiarity with the case itself. NOTICE: The following was under Dr. Laurent's tenure. Experiment Log 7223/11/25/21: Dr. Laurent’s first experiment was utilizing a drone to scan SCP-7223. Drone was a standard civilian-class RC Car to blend in with the populous, outfitted with a WiFi-6 signal to be controlled remotely from Site-54, as well as an XR Deepground scanner. Results: Comet was analyzed over a period of 9 minutes, discovering the plutonium shell was only 15cms deep, while the innards were made entirely of silicon-based shards. Further scans noted these silicon structures resembled microchips. However, further scans show the plutonium shell contains a structure of silicon shards in the top half of the item (A). The halves were separated by a golden band of titanium containing various computer components (E), with the lower half containing a fuel tank ((B), with approximately 58% remaining), thrusters (C), with various fuel pipes routing through the plutonium shell (D). (Note: Landing Gear not shown. Drilling systems not found.) Diagram of SCP-7223, according to scans (components not to scale). The drone was retrieved and its recordings reviewed. Since this, many researchers noted the community staring at the drone once it reached with ~5 meters of SCP-7223. Experiment Log, 7223/11/28/21: A new test was devised to evaluate loyalty towards SCP-7223. Three D-Class were placed in the back of a trailer, connected to a truck. These D-Class were given 14 days worth of food and water each. After 7 days, a Foundation staff member would arrive on-site to drive the D-Class to a standard Foundation checkpoint. Trailer had various additional addons, such as a Geiger counter. Upon placing the trailer on-site, the Geiger counter detected immense amounts of radiation, analysis showing sufficient amounts to kill subjects within days. However, analyzing various community members spotted no discernable changes were found among the community, or the D-Class. It was, however, noted the vast amount of mutations, various members with patches of purple skin, as well as protrusions of mass, most often from knees and elbows. Results: Driver arrives on-site, and climbs into the vehicle without issue. Truck starts, driving at 30 km/h. D-Class in the back acknowledge the truck beginning its motion, but contain only neutral reactions. However, upon reaching the outskirts of town, the D-Class are seen staring directly at SCP-7223's location. Similarly, later analysis shows the town was staring at the approximate location of the truck. Upon exiting the area, the villagers resume their tasks. However, at this point, D-Class started slamming and shouting against the walls, begging and pleading to stop. Soon, they return to the door closest to SCP-7223 and begin clawing at the wall, streaks of blood appearing on the door. Upon reaching the location of the Foundation checkpoint, the driver shows his Foundation ID to checkpoint guards. After waiting for ten minutes, commotion among D-Class stops, and the guards open the back of the truck. The D-Class are all on the floor, their hands having been replaced by blood and bone. Later autopsy determined cause of death to be blood loss. Following this, Laurent writes an afterword: "I believe we have our answer. Subjects will do anything possible to remain under SCP-7223's influence. I cannot say what other situation this is analogous to, whether it is some type of dependence or addiction, or an anomalous need." Operation Broken Shard Procedures: A blizzard was estimated to occur on December 2-3. A Foundation-Austrian collaboration to remove shards from SCP-7223, as well as possibly remove civilians from the afflicted area. The following operation included: Emergency systems in Bauerheim would announce the disaster, persisting until its end. Austrian Emergency Relief personnel would be on-site to evacuate any civilians wishing to escape the situation7. They are to leave after one day, with replacement personnel. With permission from the Austrian government, the disaster relief personnel were amnesticized after finishing their shift. 4 Aerial Drones are tasked with drilling through the crust and retrieving a shard, with 10 accompanying land drone support. Land drones were armed with tasers and tear gas. Said drones are capable of operation in winds up to 70km/h, up to two meters of snow. Greater measures: - if necessary - are on the table, up to, and including, causing another disaster. Operation: Blizzard warnings began on the morning of December 2, with further weather confirmations of the upcoming blizzard. Bauerheim's warning system repeated an announcement on the Public Address System of an incoming blizzard with winds of 50km/h. The snowing started around 12:00, with winds reaching 50km/h at 13:27, with the PA system switching its message from imminent blizzard, to one in progress, as Austrian Emergency Relief forces arrived at the outskirts of town. The Foundation began utilizing their drones, with all drones swapping to heat-based visions. However, the cameras revealed a total of 0 civilians were moving beyond a walking pace. At this point, the 'Greater Measures' clause was activated, with an approved forest fire on the corner of town, with Firefighters coming from Innsbruck. After a quarter hour, various members concentrated near the fire formed a Human wall, as various members began running through the streets of the town, with vocalizations announcing 'fire' followed by 'Southeast'. Upon hearing the vocalizations, members would hurry towards the region of fire. After another 15 minutes, the town was gathered around the fire, employing various makeshift instruments, such as water buckets and blankets, to contain the fire on their own. Using this opportunity, the 4 aerial drones arrived and began drilling through the outer shell of SCP-7223, while land drones began encircling the perimeter. Mission lead, Matt Schmidt, ordered drone operators to prepare tear gas, but to not fire until community members begin attacking the drones. Once the drones reached an average drilling completion of 68%, the fire was 60% contained. One land drone was sent to observe the fire being put out. According to aerial drone scans, ~95% of the population was involved with the fire at this point. When 95% of the fire was put out, Aerial Drone #1 extracted one shard and flew towards a Foundation Checkpoint. The rest of the drones were tasked to collect multiple shards for testing purposes. Upon the fire being neutralized, the community dispersed, returning to their previous activities. Aerial Drone #2 acquired 3 shards, ordered to return to base. Aerial Drone #3 acquired 3 shards, ordered to return as well. Aerial Drone #4 was still drilling through the crust. At this point, community members spot light coming from the the drilling of SCP-7223, falsely beliving it was SCP-7223 itself. They began gathering, as land drone operators prepared for an assault. Aerial Drone #4 finally reaches inside the crust, ceasing its drilling, causing the light to cease as well. Community begins to investigate as three walk towards SCP-7223. Aerial Drone#4 collects its first shard, as a member spots the drone, beginning an assault event. Land drones launch tear gas around SCP-7223 and stun all subjects approaching the target. However, the subjects appear unphased by the tear gas, assaulting the land drones. Aerial Drone #4 collects a 2nd shard and is ordered to return immediately. Operator complies, flying upwards, out of reach. Following an assault by the community, all 10 land drones were destroyed. The PA alarms were cut by city officials, with Austria pulling its personnel in light of the Foundation's mission being complete, as well as the community being wholly unwilling to leave. The following day, it is noted many citizens with burns from tear gas have their affected areas being replaced by purple skin, with eyes appearing to be of reptilian origin. Dr. Laurent - Audio Log on Operation Broken Shard Access Granted. Close audio log? "This…changes things, at least a bit. Our main goal with the plan was the shards, nothing more. The blizzard happened to be there — we wanted to get a couple of civilians out of there, if we could. Mortal peril is generally the easiest way to test such issues. When put into the absolute worst situation, many will show their…true forms. The success at this point is…doubled edged, to say the least. We were unsure if the town would evacuate, there was nothing at this point which signified this, even, but figure having the option is still important. We did not expect them to sever all emergency systems — we figured at most they would just ignore them, but they were entirely severed. It means we know mortal danger is not enough, but… …and the skin changes…combined with the previous, it is clear our only option is to abduct someone for analysis. Under normal circumstances, Humans will do what they need to survive if it is at least perceived they will perish, stealing and other such crimes are usually done by the poor for this reason; it's either crime, or death. But the subjects in Bauerheim are no longer people. At least, non-anomalous ones. Their minds are warped, for whatever reason, they need to stay at the skip at all costs. We will, likely, resume testing after the shards have been analyzed and researched. As it stands, the nine or so shards in containment are Alpha priority. If it becomes too infeasible to research in a manageable timeframe, we will move on to the next operation. Abduction. Until then, all possible staff are on these shards. Small experiments will be still carried out — we have one with Austria assisting, in fact, but we do not need a researcher watching those, so Sgt. Schmidt will likely be the one recording the lesser tests, least for now." [END LOG] Experiment Log, 7223/12/5/21: Multiple D-Class with backgrounds in construction work are selected to represent a new project. With official Austrian government seals, signatures and permissions, a permit is acquired to build a structure around SCP-7223 made entirely of lead and concrete8. The group brings the proposal to the mayor, who immediately requests their presence to discuss the project in private with city planners. On the way, the mayor notes the event where, quote 'he was attacked'. Upon review of the proposal, however, the realization the structure lacks windows or doors causes concern. When informed it is non-negotiable, the proposal is swiftly declined, and the builders are ordered to inform the government of this. The following day, the builders return, informing the town the deal is non-negotiable. The builders are arrested and tried in court under the act of blasphemy. After an hour, the verdict is guilty, citing heretical actions and misguided intentions. However, their sentence is only exile, citing 'lack of malicious reasoning'. The group is escorted out of town. Further attempts cause plans to be denied upon mention. Research into the shards revealed each shard has a miniscule amount of uranium attached. Experiments giving D-Class shards with uranium caused attachment similar to the base SCP-7223 instance. However, these affects were not replicated when a D-Class subject was given a shard without uranium or vice versa. After attachment, restraining D-Class far from the shard would cause the loyalty affect to cease after approximately one week. Foundation Summit, 2021: In the weeks preceding the yearly Foundation Summit concerning threats to Humanity, SCP-7223 was greenlit a presentation. On December 21st, day three of the summit, Dr. Leon Schwartz gave a presentation on SCP-7223. The transcript is as follows: (Dr. Schwartz takes to the podium, taking a deep breath) "Good day, researchers. My name is Dr. Leon K. Schwartz of the SCP-7223 project. Current project lead is Dr. Anastasie Laurent, though the information pertaining to today's presentation is more linked to my field of expertise." (Dr. Schwartz takes a deep breath.) "SCP-7223 has shown changes to DNA in subjects alongside psychology, the fields Laurent is most versed in…" (Schwartz gives a brief summary of events) "…and now, we are at the shards. Scans have revealed these shards are made of silicon chips. We originally believed the other materials utilized in its composition were anomalous, but we were able to synthesize various compounds we had never seen. After further, extensive research, we determined these were not shards, but SSDs. Solid-State Drives, with a massive capacity of a thousand terabytes. The technology does not appear anomalous either, as creating new drives with the principals of the 'shard' SSDs, we were able to create a 128 Terrabyte drive, and we believe it can go higher. This is not an anomaly, as replication of its principals has already improved our drives by an amount the mind only wishes it could fathom. Our current conclusion is these drives are not anomalous, they are simply years ahead, supported by our successful efforts to reverse-engineer them. What matters is what's on these drives. These immense spaces, yet an average of 2.9% free space on each. So, the contents. We did not know what to expect, hell, we had a D-Class open the files, but nothing happened. What amazed us was the the files, they all had weird extensions, uh…think one was like…'ölzzt' or something? When opening the files, we got…strange results, one file would bug, unless opened with a video-playing software, it would display 'unrecognized format - extension not supported'. This may sound, to most, a shame. But to us? It meant something - the software recognized the file was, in fact, a video! It can tell! We had, among others, text files which opened in random gibberish, but it was consistent, random gibberish. We later dissected the file and found the file is based entirely on binary. More accurately, it appears to be a hexadecimal of some sort, but at its core, it was non-anomalous 1s and 0s. Finally, there were some picture files which opened up normally. They cannot be transferred, but the error message is in broken — well, I did these tests in German, but it was broken in any language. What is stranger is the contents - these contents - the pictures open fine, that was a bit of a pain, but broken down the code is storing information on pixels, issue is the images were in essentially 16k, they take a long time to load. However, we cannot copy these. Among the few images we saw, purple skies. Wildlife we had never seen, trees glew — glew? Glowed bright, eels 'swimming' in mid-air and, most commonly, bipedals. They resembled sharks and dragons — komodo, that is, among others, but they wore items. Many of the images were underwater — including homes, in fact, a world we have never seen. What's strangest, however, is the attached memetic effect to every image. On an image-by-image basis, we have noticed different feelings. Except, these aren't feelings, but more…nostalgic, I — " (Schwartz laughs to himself) "I'm IT, not a psycologist — right, I remember what Laurent said. The feelings we usually had were more…past tense feelings. Not Sadness, but Regret. Not Happiness, but Fondness. There were some more…eternal feelings, like sorrow and regret - one was a picture of someone on what appeared to be a deathbed. One image, a D-Class — I swear this happened — made a comeback. Like a debate years ago you looked for something better. She, admittedly, didn't know why she did so, but…the point is, we think we know what these images are. Memories. Memory files, an image and we — we no longer believe it is necessarily a memetic effect, but an attached emotion. Which is where my conclusion comes: this is not a wholly anomalous force, at least for our belief. Many of these images are civilian imagery in nature, so it's possible some alien Foundation is using a thaumiel on us, or containing their own keters by making it our problem. It's entirely possible we were the wrong target, as…as crazy as it sounds, but, I do not believe a random anomaly was sent by a god because he wanted to see O5 groan again. We already know it's extraterrestrial, but this newest data has confirmed it was made by life, and, funny enough, the team believes we know what they look like. Their intentions, however, we do not know. Their goal could be slavery, extermination, or just wrong shipping address. Whoever made it, it comes down to progress. Anomalous or scientific, what it is, its purpose, its…whatever, the most important part is simple: there is another species out there. They know we exist, and where we live, and can hit us. But, we do not know where are, and we cannot hit back." [END LOG] Following the presentation, many anomalies involving, or possibly being involved with extraterrestrial life, (Such as: SCP-2399, SCP-2460, and SCP-22229) to search for any possible link between them, and SCP-7223. However, no possible link was found besides extraterrestrial origin. Following another scan of Bauerheim, subjects on average displayed 70% of their composition being non-Human. December 23, 2021: After learning the trance of SCP-7223 can be broken, a plan is devised to take one subject displaying a severe lack of Human DNA to collect a sample of DNA, as well as learn if they can be broken from the trance as well. The plan was run by Sgt. Schmidt as supervisor. A van of eight foundation personnel are to apprehend a subject and bring them outside SCP-7223's zone, followed by sedation and analyzation, collecting tissue and blood samples, as well as scan with various medical and anomalous equipment including (but not limited to) X-Rays, Retina scans, and Brunning-Kant Viewer. The operation is considered failed at the six hour mark to prevent SCP-7223 entrancement, followed by debriefing, rewriting the plan based on data, and a new run with fresh personnel. The plan succeeds within two hours. While driving towards the checkpoint, it is noted the town reacts later than normal10, indicating SCP-7223's zone of influence may be expanding. However, as before, the town stares in the general direction of the van. Once leaving the zone of influence, captured subject begins screaming incoherently, sporadically interrupted by gibbering vocalizations and occasional aggressive shouts. Upon sedation, no anomalous scans find any peculiar behavior11, but medical tests found various inconsistencies, including dual heartbeats, finding the heart was half Human and half Shark-like in nature, bone structure was changing, as well as internal mass being of non-Human tissue, though much of it was similar in composition to, once more, sharks12. Multiple samples were collected, noting their composition being scale, not skin. Upon waking, subject ignored all stimuli from personnel, followed by further incoherent vocalizations, searching the area. Subject grabbed their chest, continuing their screams while attempting to break free of their restraints. Foundation Personnel drove the van back into SCP-7223's area of influence, as their screaming abruptly stopped. Upon being released, subject searched the area calmly, followed by inquiring their location. A conversation between Dr. Jacques Stern and the subject followed: Show Audio Log? Hide Audio Log? Interviewer: Dr. Jacques Stern Interviewee: Frederick (Fred) ████████13 Frederick: Subject clutches throat, but slowly pans head around the area, blankly starting. Subject begins calmly vocalizing, looking to the sky while continuing vocalizations. However, statement is cut off, followed by 51 seconds of silence, standing completely still. Subject rapidly shakes head, frantically searching around "where-how-I was-then…” Subject clutches head before taking a breath “I…thought I…migraine is…gone?” Subject turns to Jacques Stern Stern: “Sorry, do you speak English? Or, perchance-” Frederick: Groans “French, eh?” Stern: laughs in response “Sorry, I’m on holiday. My German is uh…quite dreadful, unfortunately. Funny, half German but grew up in France, so — ” Frederick laughs “Ah, it's all fine. Sorry, if I…I swear…I swear I was on the…other side of town…then…it's like I just…walked into a room, forgetting why I walked in, you know? Just…strange day." Stern "I understand that feeling all too well." Frederick "Thought I would ask, where you headed to on holiday? Vienna?" Stern: "Alas, it is a nice city, but not this time. Heading to Kaiserau." Frederick:"Ah, so, a skier I see?” Stern: “Of course. I would go to Swiss ones, especially since they are more likely speak my language, but they are just…not the same you know?” Frederick: “Reminds me on holiday when I drove to Czechia for a cheap beer.” Stern: “Ah, you understand then?” Frederick: “Of course! I sometimes head off to Augsburg so I don’t have to deal with language barriers, but sometimes Prague is just the place.” Stern: “Yeah. I have been headed a bit. Good hotels here, or—" Frederick: “Normally? Honestly, yeah but for some reason, internet only half works? I guess that is the best way to put it? I would honestly go by.” Stern: “Ah, that is a shame.” Stern pulls out a small sketchbook, taking notes “it does seem like a nice town. I was born in Paris but eventually moved out, something about not hearing a honking while you are trying to rest is just great.” Frederick: laughing: “Yeah, there is a reason I loved my time in Vienna for college, but alas, there's a reason I enjoyed leaving the big city as well.” (The conversation continues with Stern taking notes, consisting of general discussion, involving stimuli in the town, as well as good alternative locations nearby to rest. Stern attempts to ask questions to lure out Frederick mentioning the skin changes, such as 'anyone look weirder lately'. However, nothing comes of this line of discussion.) (After 30 minutes, Stern ends the conversation): “Sorry, I just realized how late it has been. I will definitely check out Innsbruck though, thank you for the reco—" Frederick: “Oh, my pleasure! Come back in a year, maybe town’ll be normal again, finally.” Stern nods, waving as he leaves the area. [End Log] After multiple days of analysis, much like the Shards, nothing unusual has been found with the samples collected. The main thing noted is this the slightly higher Keratin composition, but this is an insufficient amount to deem anomalous. The scales are most similar in composition to shark scales, dermal denticles. These scales are waterproof and capable of sustaining greater damage than skin. While we do not know what will happen upon completion of the transformation, the test has shown an unfortunate reality: it appears infeasible to remove subjects from SCP-7223's influence at the current moment. Because of this, our only option is to wait out this event, preparing for anything bad happening. -Dr. Anastasie Laurent. Blackout Event: December 24, 2021: Human DNA now makes up the minority of various subjects. Notable changes include: Heads have begun elongating, with similarities to sharks, as well as some reptilian species. Gills have grown on the neck. Due to noted zone increasing, personnel guarding SCP-7223 are to be cycled daily to avoid loyalty to the comet. However, it is believed the comet's influence wanes after periods without exposure, such as the case with the shard. December 26, 2021: Multiple subjects affected by SCP-7223 were seen spontaneously collapsing. Conscious subjects ignore collapsed subjects, except when bodies are near immense danger, such as collapsing on a roof. December 28, 2021: All subjects of Bauerhim have collapsed to the ground. Cameras report a rapid decline in body temperature.Scanners report near complete death of all subjects, including heart, kidneys, blood, liver, stomach, and all muscle systems. However, brain usage heightened to 95-100% usage at once. January 5, 2022: Subjects are noted to have accelerated genetic changes over the past week. However, on the 28th, multiple subjects have been completely changed, without any Human DNA. When the change is complete, brain power reduces to 1% usage, as vital systems reset. January 9, 2022: All subjects have finished their transformation. At 15:37, every subject stood in unison. Rapid glances, touching self, staring and deeply inspecting everyday objects, such as TVs, Computers, Pencils, Windows, and even entire houses ensues. Many look to the sky, constantly panning to look around. Subjects are also seen pinching themselves, as well as cautiously pinching each other. Approximately 2 hours later, multiple subjects meet in the center, discussing something in an unknown language. Soon, however, the group exclaims, unanimously pointing at one of the members. January 10, 2022: Member selected by the others is seen armed with a sidearm. Subject leaves area, hands in the air, constantly looking around. Soon, subject is attacked by a lynx. However, lynx is quickly dispatched. Upon reaching various agents, subject demands 'take me to the Foundation', slowly squatting to the floor, before quickly dropping weapon to the ground. Subject slowly stands up, hands reaching for the sky, announcing 'I promise we meant no harm.' Subject, who identified himself as 'Mokkdo Rask', was placed under various scans, such as X-Rays, blood and genetic testing, as well as anomalous tests, such as Kant Counters, as well a Fulmann-Breaker Anomalous Optical Enhancement device. However, no anomalous features were found. Blood and organic tests showed various features from reptiles, particularly amphibious, as well as larger ones, such as komodo dragons, though many features were shark-like, such as fins on elbows and knees, a similar heart, as well as aforementioned scales. Most notably, the body had the ability to breathe air, as well as water, thanks to neck gills. When asked about these features, Rask remarked 'Zeule live in water as well'. January 12, 2022: Dr. Laurent formally requested an interview with Rask. Due to Rask's general compliance with Foundation personnel, clearance was granted. Interview Log: Dr. Laurent and Dr. Rask Show interview? Granted. Hide interview? Interviewer: Dr. Laurent Subject: Dr. Makkdo I. Rask (Dr. Laurent enters the room through a door, with two security personnel watching. A one-way window is stationed.) Dr. Rask: "Hello, my name is Makkdo Rask, you are…Laurent?" Dr. Laurent: "They tell you?" Dr. Rask: "I was Jo — well, I guess you would know him by D-01911." Dr. Laurent: "Interesting. The comet then, it keeps memories?" Dr. Rask: "We um…we don't know too well, honestly. It keeps language and some basic information, if I am correct." Dr. Laurent: "You don't know?" (pause) "…are you saying you work for your own anomaly foundation equivalent?" (Dr. Rask nods in response) "and, first I would like to…apologize for this situation, I — I promise we meant no harm." (Dr. Laurent takes her seat) "Explain yourself. As in, what do you do?" Dr. Rask: "Right, um…I worked for the…I guess, ZACE would be the translational equivalent? Zeule Anomalous Containment Enterprise. Our goal is to — not quite the Foundation, we would attempt to destroy anything too hostile, but otherwise, hidden from the public." Dr. Laurent: "How hidden?" Dr. Rask: "The rich know, they give us their funding. Governments, fronts — it's private, but we have a lot of government intervention." Dr. Laurent: "Okay. So, can I presume you did not make the comet then?" Dr. Rask: "Sorry, no." Dr. Laurent: "Okay. Why did you send it here, to Earth?" Dr. Rask: "I am afraid…" (Dr. Rask takes a deep breath) "…we did not have much of a choice. My world was…" (Dr. Rask takes another breath) "de-destroyed. It um…we were invaded by…others." Dr. Laurent: "By the aliens? Or the comets?" Dr. Rask: "T—technically, both. The aliens had created the comets and sent it to Kandel-Zeule homeworld. They changed Zeule from us, to…to…" Dr. Laurent: "Them?" Dr. Rask: "No, monsters. It…it turned a Zeule from a person, into this…alien mockery of another species, the…the…'the morphs' they call it. They are 8 feet14 tall. Their — well, former uh fur, it's now…lead scales." Dr. Laurent: "L—Lead? Dr. Rask: "Yes. Their scales are bulletproof with massive claws. They're as long as my forearm, and…and their minds, are…" Dr. Laurent: "Cunning?" Dr. Rask: "No, w—worse. Their minds were remade. They were once a proud sapient species, like Humanity, or like my…" (Dr. Rask sighs) "…but…their minds, it turned them from this, into a…a mockery." Dr. Laurent: "Are you saying they reduced them to sentient killers?" Dr. Rask: "…yes, unless they see one of their 'owners'. The…the Kri…Krie…" (Rask grows silent) (After one minute of silence Dr. Laurent asks): "Can you say the—" Dr. Rask: "S—sorry. I'd…prefer not to…not right…not right now, if that's okay." Dr. Laurent: "You can tell us later." (Dr. Laurent takes a deep breath) "Continue please, you may…take a moment if needed." Dr. Rask: "Yeah…um…" (Rask takes a breath) "sorry if I…this…this to me, happened last night, essentially." Dr. Laurent: "It's okay, I'd feel the same if it was Earth." (Dr. Rask takes a brief moment of silence, followed by): "the…overlords…they…they programmed it in — we believe they made a new gene — so the…the mockery would…would…" (Dr. Rask takes another moment) "Sorry, I don't really…know how to say it…guess…programmed them to… 'know their place', if that makes sense. If…if the…y'know…sees a Kri…they will…they will do anything they demand. In…including self…termination…they…somehow…they essentially enslaved their DNA." Dr. Laurent: "Did…did they ever…tell you why they were doing this?" Dr. Rask: "Y — yes. It's because they…overpopulation. Except, they had space stations, they could sculpt worlds in their image, but…but said…Kandel wasn't being used…they considered us as wildlife, they see all Pre-FTL this way…" Dr. Laurent: "And…was there…anything else?" Dr. Rask: "…they at least…offered us a chance as slaves. If they saw us positively, they would 'let us have Kandel' even though they fucking took it!" (Dr. Rask slams the table, shouting) "they don't fucking deserve our home! They sculpted entire worlds for their elite! They turned — they took it! We aren't wildlife we just didn't — we just didn't stand a fucking chance!" (Dr. Rask buries his head in his hands, with muffled) "they called us animals and slaughtered us…" (this followed by soft sounds of weeping.) "it…it came from their stars…and they…they took it from us…" Dr. Laurent: "Rask, if…do you want to be alone for a moment?" Dr. Rask: "S — Sorry…y — yes. I…" Dr. Laurent: "Okay…" Dr. Laurent returned to her office, adding notes of the interview to the file. After 30 minutes, her alarm goes off as she returns to Rask. (Laurent enters the room) "Hey…feeling…better?" (Dr. Rask nods in response). Dr. Laurent: "We can move on for now, if you wish." Dr. Rask: "Um…" (Rask takes a breath) "I think I can give the…final details. The comet…they sent I believe ten? One was in the North Pole, basically, so no chance of us getting it. It would have eventually entranced the world, we believe. Um…" (Rask takes another deep breath) "…one of the comets we took into custody, and it…it entranced the site. That's what got us, we couldn't destroy the site, but we couldn't move members off-site either." Dr. Laurent: "Lord…" Dr. Rask: "When they came, they destroyed much of our…infrastructure, including a station we used in the situation of a world-ending scenario — well, the one on our planet, anyway." Dr. Laurent: "What did this facility do, exactly?" Dr. Rask: "Essentially, it could grow Zeule instances, it stored all memories and gene codes — basically, it could regrow civilization if all Zeule, except the one inside the facility, died. We had one on…I guess Neptune is the closest analogy, where I was stationed." Dr. Laurent: "Really?" Dr. Rask: "They brought the comet to me, I was lucky to have severed the shell from the data inside. We found out it can learn DNA of whatever is on — " Dr. Laurent: "These the shard things? SSDs?" Dr. Rask: "Yes. We store on it everything — memories, conscious, DNA, anything you could ask — " Dr. Laurent: "Memories? The…the pictures, they had a memetic effect when viewed — " Dr. Rask: "Oh, yes. Memory files have an 'emotion' file attached to them. They cannot be played on a PC — well, least not efficiently, but become full when played by an organic instrument, such as a brain." Dr. Laurent: "Oh my — we stressed over those so much!" Dr. Rask: "You um…you didn't try to erase any, did you?" Dr. Laurent: "We couldn't copy them, so we decided erasure was a foolish idea." Dr. Rask: "O — okay! Good!" (Dr. Rask sighs relieved) "for a second…" Dr. Laurent: "How long was the comet in space?" Dr. Rask: "If I remember right…we sent multiple out…2200 years, I think? They have FTL but we did not use it so we wouldn't well…murder anyone. We were desperate, but we didn't want to kill anyone, as…they did to us." Dr. Laurent: "What about the civilians?" Dr. Rask: "If you mean Bauerheim, their information — genetic to memories to conscious — it gets copied to the comet, we can remake them easily." Dr. Laurent: "Oh thank the lord." Dr. Rask: "We did not want to hurt anyone, but…we would have to change someone, so…that was the best compromise we could make in such a short timeframe." Dr. Laurent: "So…trackers? Or — " Dr. Rask: "No. They don't have a tracker on the comet, we tested, but they were expanding away from Earth. You have time." Dr. Laurent: "Thank the — I'll have to get this to the higher-ups. Would an FTL probe be wise, or — " Dr. Rask: "You have FTL?" Dr. Laurent: "Anomalous, but yes." Dr. Rask: "That — that might make them not consider you…" (Rask remains silent for a few seconds) "…point is, they might not attack, then." Dr. Laurent: "Good." (Laurent sighed) "you weren't attacking, but…there's someone out there…and they have more. So if we see a new one, just — " Dr. Rask: "Do not gamble." Dr. Laurent: "Yeah, figured. So, worst case — how would we fight the comets? Well, the creatures which come from it?" Dr. Rask: "I…" (Deep breath) "I'm sorry, to do this, but…I'll give your kind the info. After you give Zeule an FTL ship." Dr. Laurent: "A ship? What — " Dr. Rask: "This world is for Humanity, not us. Our plan was to leave, and you have FTL. We can, we want to start a new home, and leave your kind in peace. But…I need — " Dr. Laurent: "I promise we won't kill you, you're not anomalies or anything, coexistence might — " Dr. Rask: "This is not about that, it is about the fact we want our own world. Besides, can Earth support two species at once?" Dr. Laurent: "Well…" (Dr. Laurent sighs) "Earth is…believed to become overpopulated at 10 billion. So…so no." Dr. Rask: "I don't want to be prisoners here, but even if we were free…" Dr. Laurent: "You could only have 3 billion." Dr. Rask: "Yes." Dr. Laurent: "Okay, I…" (Dr. Laurent takes a deep breath) "…what's in it for Humanity, then? Besides learning — " Dr. Rask: "Every technology is — everything, the entire history of Zeule is on the comet. We can give you that. We can cooperate, if they attack, we can fight back together. If we're stuck here, we cannot do anything. Besides, placing us on another world is a way of containment." Dr. Laurent: "I mean, you're not anomalies, so — missing the point — I…okay. I am not the one in charge, but…I'll talk to them, okay?" Dr. Rask: "Really?" Dr. Laurent: "Yes." Dr. Rask: "If you keep your promise…" Dr. Laurent: "It's not up to me. I will do my best." Dr. Rask: "Th…thank you." Dr. Laurent: "So. How far — or behind, is Zeule, compared to Humanity?" Dr. Rask: "Probably…50 to 100, I think? But our military technology is far behind." Dr. Laurent: "Really?" How so?" Dr. Rask: "We only have Bolt-Actions, no automatics. Among other things…" (The two discuss at length comparisons in progress between Humanity and Zeule.) [END LOG] Addendum 1: Soon after, a list of demands are made by the Zeule: demands include an FTL-capable ship, various elements similar to SCP-2000, including, but not limited to: Air treatment and purification systems Renewable energy, capable of working space (such as solar and hydrogen) Water treatment systems Housing for up to 10k personnel Resources to create Zheuli copies (these systems, upon review, would be similar to Bright/Zartion Hominid Replicators, able to create Zeule copies. However, these would be built by Zeule engineers.) This system would be tested to recreate one Zeule, but no more, to prevent an SK-Scenario. However, personnel reviewing files found Zeule military technology was, in reality, farther behind than previously stated by Dr. Rask15. Shards are kept by the Zeule, data is instead copied to Foundation Deepwell servers. A slice of anomalous plutonium is to be kept on Earth for Foundation study. However, the rest is to leave with Zeule. Dr. Rask would inform what the aliens used and how to deal with them. March 29, 2022: It is agreed by Foundation scientists there is no logical reason to terminate, or contain the Zeule as a species, as they are not anomalous, as should by ZACE and civilian Zeule files, found in SCP-7223's databanks. However, none of the data is translated. SCP-7223 is re-designated 'SCP-7223-Zeule' and any further instances are to be reclassified as SCP-7223-Unknown instances, until the species can be determined from the new instance, or the instance, in dire circumstances, can be terminated. All anomalous radioactive materials are kept in foundation storage away from Zeule drives in an act of goodwill. Testing by giving a storage drive Human memories, DNA, and other such info, causes the same affect on a Zeule subject tested, before being restrained, as the device is removed, and all its info wiped. April 2, 2022: After much deliberation, the debate between the ZACE and SCP Foundation is concluded with the following terms: Terms Hide Terms? The aforementioned points are to all be done, and the Zeule will be free to find a new planet to live on. Dr. Rask will stay on Earth as a researcher, as well as assisting the SCP-7223 project, on top of working with both the GOC, as well as various militaries and space programs, on how to deal with repeat instances of SCP-7223. SCP-7223's file will be adapted for GoC and government usage by Dr. Katrina Maybourne. To make up for this, Dr. Rask will be recreated by ZACE to test its equivalent of the BZHR units. The copy is to be on the ship. Note: The original SCP-7223 is hereby referred to as ‘SCP-7223-Zeule’. Any further instances are to designated Euclid, in spite of being given Apollyon resources for initial retrieval by MTF and GOC members, as well as Tiamat/Apollyon resources, should an invasion occur. As well, 5 Researchers, D-89137, D-22314, D-604290, D-83500 and D-72214 (all are former researchers of high skill who were demoted to D-Class for violation of SCP Foundation guidelines) are to go with Zeule to research the/with the Zeule people, as well as assist ZACE with anomalies. The researchers are to be referred to as the ‘Z5 (Zeule 5)’ for brevity. Information prudent to the Foundation is to be sent back as well. All copied data is to be translated by Dr. Rask. The Z5 are to do the same with various Human data, of which, has been stored on drives sent with the Zeule. However, the ZACE, as well as the Z5, is to scramble this info to make it unidentifiable as Earth in all data or hard copies, to avoid FTL species knowing of Earth’s existence. The SCP Foundation and ZACE are to maintain relations as cooperative organizations. As well, Bauerheim is recreated by Zeule scientists16. False memories (mostly via removing the anomalous parts of the Bauerheim memories) are to be have been approved by Dr. Laurent. UPDATE: Dr. Rask has been made head researcher of SCP-7223, with Dr. Laurent moving on to new projects. Note: Dr. Rask wrote new containment procedures as of May 29, 2022. Addendum 2: From April 8-11, 2022, The SCP Foundation and GOC met, discussing SCP-7223, coming to an agreement on dealing with further SCP-7223 instances, due to the danger they provide to Humanity as a whole. The following terms were ratified on April 14th: AGREEMENT TO DISCLOSE: Any SCP-7223 instances are to be immediately disclosed to all parties, even if landing in classified locations FINDERS' RIGHTS: The Foundation is allowed to contain the anomaly, if possible. The GOC is allowed to terminate the anomaly. Note: should the instance land within 100km of Foundation or GOC controlled areas, ownership goes to whose area of operations it landed to, rather than who discovered. SAFE LANDING: Should the anomaly land in an uninhabited region, the GOC is to bring the anomaly to the Foundation. The GOC has agreed learning what creatures are made from the anomaly is more important than neutralization, as it allows weapons and defense measures to be more properly assessed and developed. PRESERVATION: An SCP-7223 instance lasting at least 60 hours becomes a Keter-class instance, and both sides are to terminate the anomaly. IMMEDIATE DANGER: Should an SCP-7223 instance land in a major population center, it is considered a Tiamat-class object, and apprehension/neutralization becomes Alpha-level priority for both parties. PREPARATION: After disclosure, both parties are to prepare their forces in the event an SCP-7223 instance is not apprehended within 60 hours. TOGETHER: The Foundation and GOC has agreed to set aside their differences for the anomaly, as the threat is poses as a possible SK or XK is the most important part. PREVENTION: After 60 hours, all instruments (including weapons, vehicles, tactics etc.) are authorized in the interest of containment of SCP-7223 instances if needed. NOTICE: The following was written by Dr. Rask. SCP-7223 - War Log/tactics. Hide Section. SCP-7223 instances can be bombarded with long-range artillery. While Zeule did not have this, especially for their underwater cities, Humanity has artillery. As well, an ICBM without its nuclear payload would neutralize the anomaly without even having to leave the operator's seat. Under a circumstance where this is impossible, mass volumes of gas which can cause a population to sleep will be effective. While there is no known harmless variant for this, it is still advisable to the alternative. Zeule spotted SCP-7223 early in its lifecycle. It was designated as an abnormality, rather than an anomaly. This was because it was spotted in space, as a plutonium comet, and was soon ignored. However, when it landed, it was apprehended, and placed into ZACE Research Facility #11. This proved to, sadly17, be a fatal mistake, as the facility was entranced and turned. The item works much faster in highly populated areas. However, on average, it takes three days to entrance. A 60-hour period is advisable for containment, as long as the item is placed far from personnel, as well as neutralized until testing. Any time past this, it becomes important to instead destroy the object. It has been noted the radiation does not initially change cells and DNA, but rather, 'prepares' the DNA, with a copy of the new DNA ready. The species it turns sapient lifeforms into are deadly. They are taller than 2 meters, with bulletproof scales. As well, lying underneath are vast amounts of fat, making rounds hard to enter (such as a boar or bear). Armor-piercing rounds are slightly more effective, as are munitions with greater kinetic energy, such as a .50 caliber. However, anything in between tends to fail. As well, they are still quite resistant towards said rounds. It has been found the armor is quite vulnerable to melee weaponry, including swords, but especially maces. However, because the instances have claws which, unsheathed, can reach up 80 centimeters, melee combat is considered inadvisable, unless no other options are available. Finally, the most effective are energy-based weaponry, such as electricity, laser, and fire, appear to bypass the armor to a surprising degree. Electric weapon prototypes have been approved, and are in early development stages. It should be noted, however, their intelligence has been hampered to a point wherein they fail to utilize even basic tactics. Because of this, tactics should be developed around a swarming horde, not an intelligent entity. Unfortunately, the Zeule had a majority bolt-action arsenal, rather than automatic weaponry, like Humanity does. However, a squad of M4s should be much more effective. As well, their backs have less fat and armor, so flanking tactics especially, like the Hammer and Anvil, would allow the creatures to shot from both sides. Once the hammer is in position, they target subjects faced away from them, the anvil doing the same, until some break off to take on the hammer. Of course, priority is point-blank range. War games with GOC and SCP personnel have proved promising. Currently, combat indoors is the main concern, though their lack of sapience means it may be possible to lure them outside. Finally, it has been noted their overlord species has entered a state of both decadence, as well as technological stagnation. This may have changed, as well as the note it is not complete stagnation, but it is possible this info will remain mostly relevant, should the time come. Addendum 7223-3: LEVEL 5 EYES ONLY Please input level 5 access Level 5 Access granted! Close? The following is a note from Dr. Rask "Zeule lives once more. The Rask we sent there…we call him Dr. Rask-2, as a…Foundation joke, is over there. I am allowed to vacation to Edenas, as we eventually called it. I talk to Zeule researchers a lot, so I am not severed from those I call my own. It is…odd, being here, but…everyone is kind to me. A little too kind if…that makes any sense, but…I don't wanna stop them…so…yeah. I think…I think I am just happy I am here. ZACE has come out to the public, we cannot really hide the fact we are on a new world, hell, the sky is differerent, Kandel was purple in sky, Edenas is a bit green. It is just not a plausibility. We're lucky Humanity, thank the lord, did not feel the need to kill us. I don't think they enjoyed the fact I made them give us a ship for info, but…I mean, Laurent, if she was in charge, would have, I genuinely believe that…she's…she's been great, since I got here. Been making friends too, we do a lot of non-research stuff together. It's not what I wanted, especially when I was a kid, but…at this point, I'm thankful I'm even alive. Turns out, the Krievlile - the ones who made a mockery of entire species, desecrater of Kandel, among others, did not expect their own weapon to bite them. Kandel is gone. It is theirs now. The Krievile are, I am sure, enjoying what wasn't made for them. The world they do not deserve. But, now that I am free, I have told the world leaders of Earth everything I know. The Foundation. Reviewed files and marked what anomalies would fight them. And so are the ZACE. They know what's coming, as do I. The Zeule know. And since then, Human weaponry is taught to Zeule. They took Kandel. Enjoying what wasn't made for them. And, maybe Edenas was not made for Zeule either, least there were no sapient species to exterminate. But, Earth and Edenas weren't made for the Krievile either. This time, we know you exist. And this time, we will be ready. And this time, we will not need to run. We have spent this time preparing, project Legionnaire and all tech from SCP-5001 and all these Thaumiels, they will be ready. Legionnaire is no longer pointed only at 2399, it will be ready for the Krievlile. They have anomalies they use to invade, and so will be. We have already reverse engineered their comets to turn Krievlile to Humans and Zeule. We have every weapon, and we will be ready this time. We will be ready. We won't run this time, we will fight until we are nothing but blood. We have forces and ships ready to send to Earth, or to Edenas to make sure the Krievlile have to fight for every fucking piece of land with their blood. Because this time, I will make fucking sure, you fuckers don't take more of what you do, not, deserve! [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Currently, Area-32 contains an SCP-7223 holding area 2. Thaumiel usage pending approval from the Ethics Committee. 3. Population of 2537, as of the 2020 census. 4. In all instances, this was clarified as a positive feeling, often compared to an artist being commissioned for their craft, or an actor for their talents 5. "bystander effect, the inhibiting influence of the presence of others on a person’s willingness to help someone in need" -Britannica 6. Herd/Mob Mentality: “the tendency of the people in a group to think and behave in ways that conform with others in the group rather than as individuals” -Merriam-Webster. 7. These workers operate solely on knowledge of the blizzard, but were barred from entering the town. 8. A lead trapdoor was hidden from documentation to allow foundation research with drones. Lead and concrete were chosen for their ability to block non-anomalous radiation. 9. I kid you not, we had a D-Class point-blank ask them if they knew about a comet. They were incredibly confused. -Head Researcher of SCP-2222 10. ~150 meters 11. Among other tests, Hume readings were standard, no reality or temporal distortions were found, all matter was normal 12. The heart resembles the Carcharodon Carcharias, or Great White, while most of body more closely resembles Isurus Oxyrinchus, or Shortfin Mako.-Dr. Laurent 13. See Doc SCP-7223-Z/Citizen#558, for further info. 14. 2.44 meters 15. Some technologies were 70 years behind, as Rask stated, but on average, tech was 100 years behind, with tactics up to 200 years behind. 16. This was not a rule asked for by the Foundation. However, the Zeule did not want their 'resurrection' as they put it, to cost the lives on innocents, unlike what happened to their homeworld Kandel. 17. To this day, I wonder if I would be home right now, if it was not for that decision. But…we didn't know at the time. -Dr. Rask ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7223" by ShudoWolf, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7223. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7224 | safe | Item#: 7224 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7224-1 SCP-7224-2 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7224-1 cannot currently be removed from the head of Researcher Garcia. As such, special permission has been given for him to continue with his ordinary duties with the object in his possession. Research on how to counteract the anomalous effects of SCP-7224-1 is ongoing. Researcher Garcia is to be followed by an armed security escort at all times. Any reports matching the description of POI-185027 "Sir Percival Robinson" are to be thoroughly investigated. If POI-185027 is apprehended, the protection of Researcher Garcia is to be deemed a lesser priority. However, even in these circumstances, a security detail is to be placed around Researcher Garcia until SCP-7224-1 can be removed. SCP-7224-2 is currently uncontained and in the possession of POI-185027. Attempts to retrieve it are ongoing. If it is retrieved, it is to be stored in a location as far from Researcher Garcia as possible. Description: SCP-7224 is a set of two items, SCP-7224-1 and SCP-7224-2. SCP-7224-1 is a golden crown with red and black gemstones. When placed on an individual's head, it cannot be removed while that individual is still alive. Surgical removal methods have been attempted, but SCP-7224-1 appears to be attached deeper than skin level. For this reason, removal attempts involving damage to SCP-7224-1 are advised against. SCP-7224-2 is a steel sword whose anomalous properties only manifest while SCP-7224-1 is worn. Any individual wielding SCP-7224-2 will feel a strong desire to kill the wearer of SCP-7224-1 via decapitation. SCP-7224-2 also shows an anomalous capability to cut through the neck of the wearer of SCP-7224-1, regardless of the strength of the wielder. SCP-7224-2 appears to have unknown abilities, but due to the current impossibility of testing, no further details can be acquired. Addendum: Incident-7224-1: Foreword: The following takes place after both components of SCP-7224 were stolen from containment under unknown circumstances. The recording was captured in Researcher Garcia's private residence via his personal security system. All footage from 20:00 to 23:30 is corrupted beyond retrieval. <Begin Log 23:30> POI-185027 "Sir Percival Robinson" is seen standing on the headboard of Researcher Garcia's bed, looking down at him. They are holding SCP-7224-2. Researcher Garcia is wearing SCP-7224-1. They are still asleep. Robinson: Turning on the bedside lamp. Good morning my dear sir. Garcia: Waking up. Who the hell are you? Get out of my house! Researcher Garcia reaches for their bedside firearm, but POI-185027 places his foot on their hand. Robinson: So you're a fighter. Good, this will be interesting. Garcia: Feeling their head. No. You didn't. Seeing SCP-7224-2. How did you get that? Robinson: The Sword of Heroes. A beautiful thing, is it not? Garcia: Not what I asked. Robinson: This is fun! I love that you think you're in any position to make demands. Garcia: Well you haven't killed me yet. So you must want something. What is it? Robinson: It's always work with you. You know that isn't good for your health. Garcia: You speak as if you know me. How long have you been preparing? Robinson: That's what I mean! I show genuine concern for your well-being, and you get back to interrogating me! Garcia: You've evaded every one of my questions so far. I figure one of the times you'll give a genuine answer. Robinson: I see. Well, this is no state to be having a conversation in. Stepping down from the headboard. I'll give you a second to return circulation to your hand. And, for your own safety, I wouldn't reach for that weapon again. I'm quicker with this blade than you may expect. Garcia: Of course. Robinson: Now then, you asked who I was. I deeply apologize for not introducing myself sooner. Sir Percival Robinson, at your service! Garcia: Sir? Are you a knight? Robinson: I suppose. Garcia: It's a very specific process. What do you mean "you suppose"? Robinson: I was given the title, but not by a monarch you are familiar with. Garcia: Try me. What's their name? Robinson: They have many names. None of which carry much weight in your mind. Garcia: Back to dodging questions, are we? Robinson: No, I am simply offended that you don't trust me when I say this line of questioning is a waste of both our times. If you must refer to them, "The King" will suffice. Garcia: Fine then. Next question, how did you get that? Robinson: Would you believe me if I said your security is not as good as you think? Garcia: Bull. I've seen smarter and more powerful people try and fail. Robinson: Well I tried to give the simpler answer. Now you're left with the unsatisfying one. I must have it. Garcia: So your only answer is that you wanted it? Robinson: No. I must have it. Garcia: Fine, you "needed" it. That's not an answer either. Robinson: You're not listening to me. Yes, it's true that I wanted this artifact of antiquity. But that's not why I got it. I got it because I am a knight. And a knight must have a sword. Garcia: So you have some sort of connection to it. Robinson: Fine. Call it that. I don't expect you to have any better term. Garcia: Then onto the most important question. What do you want? Robinson: To risk sounding barbaric, I want your head. Garcia: Then why wake me up? Why answer my questions? Robinson: Is it wrong to want to have a little fun? Rather than simply performing acts of uncivilized butchery. Garcia: You're asking me if what you're doing is wrong. Robinson: Chuckles. I suppose you're biased. Garcia: Oh no, I'm pretty sure I can give you the same answer you'll get from anyone. Robinson: Enough. I've chosen to be sporting. You should be thanking me. Garcia: Sporting? That would imply I can win. Robinson: Of course. I've even provided you with a proper handicap. There is no offense meant by it. But I feel it's necessary. This game is a simple matter of points. I must get three, you must get one. Garcia: How do I do that? Robinson: So eager to play. It's simple, you must remove the sword from my hand. Garcia: I see. And how do you get points? Robinson: Are you familiar with the game of tag? Garcia: Don't treat me like an idiot. Robinson: Well then, since you're so experienced, I'm "it". I must tag you three times with this blade before I can finally cleave your head from your shoulders. Garcia: Does this interaction count as a point? Robinson: Of course not. We haven't even started playing. Garcia: Well then, when we do begin "playing", what's to stop you from simply tapping me three times and killing me? Robinson: Basic etiquette. You treat me like some sort of cad! I assure you, my three points will be on three separate occasions. Now, I must be off. Starts to walk towards the window. Sleep tight, for our game begins in the morning. Garcia: You never answered my last question. Robinson: Stops. Oh really? What was it? Garcia: How long have you been watching me? Or better yet, why pick me in the first place? Robinson: Oh you were simply in the right time at the right place. Nothing more, nothing less. You happened to be researching the blade when I decided to acquire it. Now go back to sleep, that's hardly something to worry over. POI-185027 opens the window and leaps to the street below. <End Log 24:00> Closing Statement: Researcher Garcia requested a security escort. This request was granted when the prior footage was presented. Below is a series of audio logs Researcher Garcia created at the request of the on-site counselor. Audio Log-7224-1 It was recommended that I use these to take notes of my experience. Partially for my own well-being, partially to record the psychological effects of SCP-7224-1. While the former seems like a waste, the latter is valuable enough on its own. SCP-7224-1 has grown rather uncomfortable. It doesn't feel like part of me, just like any ordinary head accessory. Except, of course, the fact that it won't budge at all. I've tried pulling at it. It didn't hurt, so I don't think it's connected to my skin, but it just didn't move. It was like however hard I pushed, there was some force on the other side pushing back. It's strange, previous tests implied that this thing is connected to my skull somehow, but if that were true, I shouldn't be feeling it right now. Perhaps it's some inconsistent property. I'll need to get an X-ray of that later. Pause. I suppose I should talk about the man after my life. If only because otherwise, people won't stop asking. I'm not particularly concerned. I've had plenty of close calls with SCPs before. And yet, not a scratch. If anything could get past these guards, I'd be dead already. In short, our friend Robinson picked the wrong person to mess with. Audio Log-7224-2 I've been trying to find out how this so-called "Sir" knows me. I don't trust his "right place right time" explanation for a second. Now, I'm no narcissist, but forgive me for being suspicious. He somehow knew where I live. That kind of information's under tight wraps. He couldn't have gotten it from anybody, I asked the data keepers, my file hasn't been accessed in years. He had to have known some other way. I've made a fair few enemies in my time working here, but no more than any other researcher. I went through all the hostile SCPs I've had a hand in containing, but none of them match this description. A quick search of the broader database left me with the same issue. I'll have to look more closely later, but the odds aren't high. Incident Log-7224-2 Forward: On 18/08/2014, a site-wide blackout at Site-81 occurred for five minutes before backup generators activated. Emergency failsafe measures managed to prevent a containment breach, however, it is theorized that during this lapse in security, POI-185027 managed to enter the facility. <Begin Log 13:20> Researcher Garcia is walking to his office, escorted by two agents. Garcia: I knew those backup batteries weren't a waste of money. But we're not out of the woods yet, I still need to check the readings on my computer. One of the agents opens the door and checks inside, POI-185027 runs up from out of sight and pushes the other one in, then stabs SCP-7224-2 into the control panel on the side, seemingly triggering the door's emergency locking procedure.1 Robinson: Good day sir! Garcia: How did— POI-185027 reaches out and taps Researcher Garcia's neck with the flat of SCP-7224-2. Robinson: Looks like it's one-love. Garcia: How the hell did you get in here? Robinson: Always the questions with you. Garcia: It's my job. Robinson: I'm not an idiot, I know you're just trying to stall me until help comes. But, I am a good sport. And so I will answer one question. Just make it quick. Garcia: Fine then. What do you know about this sword? Robinson: Getting straight to the point, are we? I like that. This is the Sword of Heroes. Once used by a noble warrior to slay a cruel tyrant who, of course, wore that crown upon your very head. Garcia: And now you plan to do the same? Robinson: I said you only get one question, did I not? Garcia: Apologies, it was simply meant to be a clarification. Robinson: Worry not. I've also been known to let my curiosity get the better of me. Though your question is quite an oversimplification. I plan to be that hero. In a way, I already am. But with the conclusion of this game, I will always have been. Garcia: If this is so important to you, why go through all the hoops? Why not kill me here and now? Robinson: One question! Agent Williams: There he is! Robinson: That's my cue. POI-185027 shoves Researcher Garcia in front of him, causing the agents to hold their fire for enough time for him to run into a supply closet. When the door was opened, he was gone. There are no exits from within that room. <End Log 13:30> Audio Log-7224-3 Finally, a lead. A basic database search didn't get me anything, but after refining my search and reading some… less than mundane fairy tales, I was able to figure out something. There's a common theme. A tyrant, a hero, a sword, and the all too unpleasant decapitation. But the name's never the same. I'm not seeing "Sword of Heroes" anywhere. Just "Tyrant's Bane", "Edge of Valor", "Forgotten Relic", and one that really caught my eye. "Usurper's Blade" That's not a positive name. I tried to account for translation errors, but all my sources tell me that's the closest word. Not "liberator" not "revolutionary". No, usurper. I think there's more at play here than even our good knight realizes. Audio Log-7224-4 I thought I saw him the other day. It's the stupid glint of his sword. Any small flash looks like it. In some ways, I wish he was here. The guards could take him out and this whole mess would be done once and for all. At the same time, there could be a slip-up. But there's no use in focusing on that. God, I just want this over with. In the meantime, I've been doing more reading on the "Usurper's Blade". I wasn't expecting it, but that name, or close translations of it, keep showing up. The sword looks different, but the story's the same. A few of them even give names to the king. One of them claims it took place during the Han Dynasty, another says it's one of the Ivans, never says which one, of course, one of them even made up some English queen named Grace. Honestly, I was this close to writing it off as the scribe trying to contextualize the story. And maybe that's it, maybe it's nothing. But I can't get over those names, because my name is Henry Johnson Garcia. Audio Log-7224-5 I've been trying to study the crown. In the stories, it seems like nothing but set dressing. What's weird is the illustrations. They're always the same. Medium, culture, time period, it doesn't matter. It's always the same image of that stupid crown. I tried to find its name. Something that important had to have a name. At this point, I was getting desperate. I paid more money than I'm comfortable talking about to some black market salesman offering an ancient version of the story. They said it was better if neither of us knew where they found it. Obviously, I was skeptical about how legitimate it was. But it seems authentic. I can't read the damn thing, but the illustrations tell me enough. Different sword, same crown. But unlike all the other books, this one decided to include a few labels. Sadly, I can't read them, I've no earthly way of translating this language, but I still managed to get something. The name was multiple letters, but none of them appeared anywhere else in the book. It doesn't seem like they were even part of the same alphabet. Pause. Who am I kidding? I'm just trying to feel like I didn't waste every single shred of my time and money. Incident Log-7224-2 Forward: At this point, Researcher Garcia is outside of work and going on a personal errand. Three plainclothes agents were present in the store. <Begin Log 16:36> POI-185027 walks up next to Researcher Garcia without any personnel noticing. They do not appear to be carrying SCP-7224-2. Robinson: Point two. Garcia: Jumps back. How did you—? Robinson: You'd be amazed how many things simply slip your perception when you're not looking for them.2 Garcia: That makes no sense, I've been watching for you nonstop. Robinson: You can't get too caught up in the little inconsistencies. It's about the narrative as a whole. Garcia: You're insane. Robinson: That's rather hurtful, you realize that right? You know things I don't, I know things you don't, and neither of us is insane for it. Garcia: I know a fair bit you don't. For instance, there's three agents in here, armed and ready. Robinson: Ah, it seems we both knew that fact. However, I also know that they wouldn't even think of opening fire in a crowded supermarket. The media coverage would be prolific. Garcia: Of course. But sooner or later you need to leave. Robinson: This stage only has so many settings. Nothing will happen to me outside. Garcia: Want to test? Robinson: If I must. But first, your question? Garcia: What? Robinson: Well, you asked a question after the first point, so it only makes sense that you get one after the second. Garcia: I see. Well then, are you aware of the name "Usurper's Blade"? Robinson: Sounds ghastly, what about it? Garcia: It seems to be another title for that sword of yours. Robinson: I see, well I can hardly expect it to stick with one name, I have many myself. Garcia: Such as… Robinson: Not technically a question, clever. Well beyond Percival Robinson and Sir, I've been known as the Warrior and the Wanderer, but there's one I'm particularly partial to. Knight Errant. Garcia: I see there's a theme. Robinson: Well names do tend to have one. Garcia: Those sound more like titles. Robinson: In a way, are they not the same? They are what I am called, and what should one call that but a name? Garcia: They're far from the same. Titles are given to describe someone based on something they do, as opposed to names, which are more aspirational. Robinson: I respect your effort to correct me. Even in the most stressful situations, you cannot escape your role as an intellectual. Garcia: Is that supposed to be a compliment? Robinson: Merely a statement. As fun as this has been, I should be taking my leave now. Garcia: Say hi to the agents. <End Log 16:40> Closing Statement: The agents followed POI-185027 out of the store, but the person they apprehended appeared to be an ordinary civilian with no knowledge of POI-185027 or SCP-7224. They were amnesticized and returned to their normal life. Audio Log-7224-6 I can't sleep. I decided to start living at the site. It doesn't seem like anything's going to stop him from finding me, so I can't afford to let my guard down. Luckily he doesn't seem to be after anyone close to me, so as long as I can stay safe, everything's fine. But it doesn't feel fine. I keep thinking I see him around the corner, behind me in the mirror, anywhere he could jump out and go for the throat. Sigh I'm a mess right now. I'm avoiding closed doors, strangers, basically anything unless the guards check it out first. I don't blame them. I know they can do their jobs. But I'm also not sure how much help any of this is going to be. I know it's just a formality, but at least it's a little comfort, which goes a long way right now. Slight laughter At least I don't need to keep making up excuses for why I'm wearing a crown. Incident Log-7224-3 Forward: Researcher Garcia was in their office, which they hadn't left for three days. <Begin Log 10:50> POI-185027 places a hand on Researcher Garcia's shoulder. Researcher Garcia doesn't react. Robinson: Good game, friend. Garcia: I don't care. Just get it over with. Robinson: You've certainly earned that dignity. Do you wish to ask one final question? Garcia: No. Robinson: Very well then. POI-185027 raises SCP-7224-2. A guard enters the room and shoots POI-185027 in the stomach. They drop to the ground. Robinson: What? How? Second shot. This one misses as POI-185027 crawls behind Researcher Garcia's desk. Robinson: This makes no sense, you don't even have a name!3 As the guard walks around the desk, POI-185027 manages to stand up and shove past her. Trailing blood as he runs out of the room. Robinson: This isn't supposed to happen. Why isn't it working? Before a lockdown can be triggered, POI-185027 manages to break through an emergency exit, significantly injuring themselves in the process. <End Log 10:55> Closing Statement: A search party was sent out, following the trail of blood. However, it appears to have been washed off in a river a kilometer away from the site. POI-185027 has not been located since. On 04/11/2019, Researcher Garcia received the following letter to their personal address. I apologize, you were not the villain I thought you were. However, you have interrupted the climax, the most important part of any story. For that, I cannot forgive you. 2-0, I never let go. Footnotes 1. I know this is our best guess, but it makes no sense. It's intricate machinery, stabbing it randomly should do absolutely nothing except break it. -Researcher Garcia 2. Security footage recovered from the scene shows POI-185027 drawing SCP-7224-2 from their coat and tapping Researcher Garcia on the neck with it. No bystanders appeared to notice. 3. This is obviously untrue, but its meaning is unclear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7224" by Fireknight, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7224. Licensed under CC-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: sword Author: Rama License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike France 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sword-BHM_213.38-P6141243-gradient.jpg Filename: crown Name: The Crown of the Kingdom of Saxony without the red cap Author: Unknown/Various License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike International 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crown_of_the_Kingdom_of_Saxony_-_Without_Cap.jpg |
SCP-7225 | safe | close Info X SCP-7225: "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" by: Doctor Fullham ♫ Doctor Fullham's Author Page ♫ Crit Credits: Marceline_Raynes Chickadee42 LittleFieryOne Mew-ltiverse Carl_Finkerton 95.05% (+192) 4.95% (-10) -% (+0) -% (-0) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7225 is to be kept in the personal locker of Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt1 at Site-512. SCP-7225 is stored in a Gravitationally Stable Anomalous Item Containment Locker at Site-19. Extreme care must be taken when removing the item from the locker and transporting it for testing, as even minor disturbances to the 'snow' within the item can instigate localized weather anomalies. Any anomalous meteorological events tied to the item's use are to be suppressed in local and national news outlets, with standard Cover Story 19 "Cold Snap" disseminated to the local population. Description: SCP-7225 is a snow globe of standard size and design, with an inscription on the bottom reading "Snow Craft Products, Aurora, CO.3" The diorama within the snow globe appears to be an accurate recreation of Foundation Site-514, including figures representing various Foundation personnel standing outside the building. Notably, one of the miniature figures appears to be wearing a long purple argyle scarf, similar to the one that Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt5 was known to wear. Discovery: SCP-7225 was discovered by personnel at Site-516 when it was used to create a localized weather anomaly on December 22nd, 2017. An area roughly 6km north of Phoenix, AZ, USA7, experienced a snowfall with a total accumulation of approximately 6.25cm, despite the local temperature being 14.6° Celsius. Foundation security personnel discovered Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt8 outside the site, holding SCP-7225 in his hands and shaking it. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt9 was apprehended, and SCP-7225 was recovered and subsequently contained. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt10 was appropriately reprimanded for breaching several Foundation protocols and potentially endangering all of Site-5111. Addendum 7225.1 Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt's Personal Journal, 2017/12/1 Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt's personal journal does not exist. Addendum 7225.2 Interview with Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt, 2017/12/23 Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. Interviewer: Agent James Carrey of MTF Omega-25 "Bah Humbugs" Interviewed: Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt12 Purpose: To determine the details of how, when, why, where, and from whom Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt13 obtained SCP-7225. BEGIN LOG Agent Carrey: So, Tim14, how did you go about acquiring this anomaly? Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:15 Agent Carrey: I understand that. We all have things that we've left behind that we miss. It's human nature to want to remind ourselves of a more innocent time. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:16 Agent Carrey: Yeah, of course I miss it. But that doesn't justify breaching protocols like this, and you have to know that. You put people in danger, and you don't seem to be very concerned about it. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:17 Agent Carrey: Some of the people who work here18 have never seen snow in their lives, much less as much as you brought down. People panicked. They weren't thinking straight; they were distracted. In our line of work, a distracted employee can be a huge risk. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:19 Agent Carrey: Yes, Tim20. The whole site21. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:22 Agent Carrey: I don't know. I really don't. But it's clear that something much more significant than a snowstorm is going on here. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:23 Agent Carrey: Well, maybe you should've thought of that before you bought it. I know you're just a JR, but for fuck's sake, you knowingly brought an anomaly to a Foundation site24. Some part of you must have known that it was going to end this way. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:25 Agent Carrey: No, you can't have it back. It's been transferred to another site, and I was given explicit orders not to tell you where. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt:26 Agent Carrey: Yeah. Merry Christmas to you, too. END LOG Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. Addendum 7225.3 Site-51 Emergency Failsafe Report, 2017/12/25 Site-51 does not exist. Site-51 did not send an emergency failsafe report on December 25th, 2017. Site-51 did not initiate emergency lockdown procedures on December 25th, 2017. Site-51 does not exist. Footnotes 1. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 2. Site-51 does not exist. 3. This company does not exist. It has never existed. 4. Site-51 does not exist. 5. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 6. Site-51 does not exist. There are no personnel at Site-51. 7. Phoenix, AZ, USA does not exist. 8. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 9. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 10. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 11. Site-51 does not exist. 12. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 13. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 14. A nickname for Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 15. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 16. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 17. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 18. "Here" is referring to Site-51. Site-51 does not exist. 19. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 20. A nickname for Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 21. "Site" is referring to Site-51. Site-51 does not exist. 22. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 23. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 24. "Site" is referring to Site-51. Site-51 does not exist. 25. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. 26. Junior Researcher Timothy Kratchitt does not exist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7225" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7225. Licensed under CC-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-7226 is not to be within approximately six meters of any device capable of playing any digital media. SCP-7226 may request entertainment that does not require any digital devices. Denial or approval depends on the request. Testing has been permanently suspended as of 12/07/2022. Description SCP-7226 is a 23 year old human male1 SCP-7226 is capable of transporting itself into any form of digital media within six meters or less from its location. When SCP-7226 exits the media, physical distortions often develop both interally and externally. SCP-7226 will be forcefully ejected from the media it is currently in if the device is powered off. At the time of discovery, SCP-7226 had the following physical distortions due to use of its ability: SCP-7226’s right forearm is difficult to perceive visually, and appears to constantly be in movement despite being stationary. It reports paresthesia in the effected limb. SCP-7226 has cataracts that constantly change between the colors white, yellow, cyan, bright green, fuchsia, red, and blue. Strands of SCP-7226's hair became permanently various shades of blue. See the below test results for more information on SCP-7226's anomalous properties. Addendum 1 ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-7226 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Kenny Hart FOREWORD: The following interview was conducted with SCP-7226 before any testing was approved. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hart: Hello, SCP-7226. My name is Dr. Hart. How are you this evening? SCP-7226: Do you have to call me that? My name is Virgil. [SCP-7226 slouches in its seat, crossing its arms.] Dr. Hart: It's protocol, I'm afraid. Now, I have some questions about your ability. SCP-7226: Okay. Dr. Hart: I know it's unfavorable, that's just how things are. I'm going to start interviewing you now, alright? SCP-7226: Kay. Dr. Hart: When did you first realize you had this ability? SCP-7226: I don't know. Dr. Hart: You don't know? SCP-7226: I mean, I don't really know. I just had it one day. Do I have to answer anymore questions? Dr. Hart: I would appreciate you cooperation, SCP-7226. SCP-7226: It's Virgil. Dr. Hart: If I use your name, will you cooperate? SCP-7226: [shrugs] Dr. Hart: [hesitates] Virgil, how many times have you used this ability? SCP-7226: Why does it matter? Dr. Hart: Well, you have physical distortions from using your ability. We plan to test your ability in order to learn more about exactly what form you take within different pieces of media. Though, we need to be careful as to reduce the amount of distortions you gain to be as minimal as possible. [SCP-7226 sits up in its chair.] SCP-7226: You're letting me go back online? Dr. Hart: For testing purposes, yes. I can tell that's something you appreciate. SCP-7226: What? I've been really bored in my room. I've used it like, five times. Dr. Hart: I see. I'm surprised you haven't used it more. SCP-5272267: Why? Dr. Hart: If I had that ability, I can think of a few reasons I'd be constantly using it. [SCP-7226 shrugs, turning away from Dr. Hart.] Dr. Hart: We're going to try to make sure you don't get many more distortions then you already have, as the distortions seem pretty painful. We want to see if we can find the cause, as well. Like, what media does what to you so we can potentially reverse the effects. SCP-7226: You can reverse the effects? Dr. Hart: Maybe. We'll see. We can do a lot of things that you wouldn't have thought possible. Our goal is to contain and protect anomalies. [SCP-7226 was silent for a moment.] SCP-7226: I see. I'll do the tests. Dr. Hart: Well, it's good to have your cooperation. SCP-7226: What other types of things can you do here? Dr. Hart: I'm not exactly at liberty to say. SCP-7226: Come on, who am I gonna tell? I can't talk to my family, I definitely don't have friends, I don't even get to see my dog again, not that he can talk. So I have no one other then the staff here to talk to. Dr. Hart: I apologize, but I'm not going to tell you classified information. SCP-7226: Ugh. Dr. Hart: Anyhow. What did you use your ability to go into? SCP-7226: [shrugs] Social media, a song, once. Dr. Hart: Ah, social media? What sort of things did you go into? SCP-7226: Pages of celebrities I like. Some songs I used to listen to years ago. Dr. Hart: I see. Well, thank you for your cooperation. You'll be notified once it's time for testing. SCP-7226: Alright. [END LOG] NOTE: Following this interview, SCP-7226 frequently asked staff if it could learn about the other anomalous artifacts in the Foundation's possession. This request was denied. ▲ Close Interview ▲ Test Results V1 The following is a summary of information discovered upon initial testing. The full test logs are available upon request. SCP-7226 only affects the copy of said media it enters, not appearing in other copies opened at the same time. If there is not a place for SCP-7226 to naturally be inserted into the media, it will not be visible. Regardless, SCP-7226 can interact with the immediate surroundings in which an image was taken, even if said surroundings are not visible in the image. When SCP-7226 goes within any media online, the page will appear in the device's history. If it does not go into online media, it has been unable to determine what media it enters. SCP-7226 is still aware of its immediate surroundings within media, and is able to verbally respond to staff, even if it cannot be physically seen. At this point, it is unknown what exactly causes SCP-7226 to gain additional distortions. The following list what online pages SCP-7226 entered: An account on the social media platform "Instagram" under the username "1nf1n1tyf0rev3r". The exact photos it entered are unknown. A research article on the possibility of resurrection. The Google Maps page for EverHaven park in Waukee, Iowa. SCP-7226 displayed a series of behaviors that were noteworthy: While SCP-7226 initially cooperated with staff, this cooperative behavior dwindled over the course of the tests. SCP-7226 continued to ask staff about anomalies within Foundation possession. While it originally replied with understanding and vague dissatisfaction, it began to display aggression when not answered or denied information. Test Results V2 No additional information on the inner workings of SCP-7226's abilities was gained from testing. SCP-7226 returned with the following distortions: SCP-7226 reported experiencing visual and audio hallucinations. When asked what it hallucinated, it refused to answer. SCP-7226's speech began to audibly distort, causing syllables and words to be replaced by audio static. This effect worsens when the subject is emotional. All colors on and within SCP-7226’s immediate vicinity will distort, causing nearby colors to bleed into each other. The testing session was quickly deemed ineffective, as SCP-7226 continuously disappeared from the media it was instructed to enter, failing to respond to staff. When SCP-7226 was forcefully ejected from the media, it responded with verbal aggression, accusing staff of lying to it. This uncooperativeness made it difficult to properly analyze the full extent of its anomalous properties, and unable to observe what may be causing the distortions. Addendum 2 ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-7226 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Kenny Hart FOREWORD: During testing, SCP-7226 displayed a general uncooperativeness and behaved in a reserved manor. The following interview was conducted in an attempt to uncover the root of this behavior. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hart: Afternoon, Virgil. SCP-7226: You remembered to call me my name. [coughs] Dr. Hart: Yes. I did. SCP-7226: Th-thanks. Dr. Hart: You're welcome. Now, I would like to discuss your behavior during testing. SCP-7226: What, am I-[STATIC].. [coughs] in trouble? Is this grade school, or something? I'd actually prefer to be back there. Things were easier. Dr. Hart: No, you're not in trouble. But your behavior did leave us with many questions. SCP-7226: Questions? Dr. Hart: Yes. You continuously went to other pages that you were not instructed to go into. SCP-7226: Yeah, there wasn't really much you could do to— [STATIC]. [coughs] Do to stop me. Dr. Hart: I would appreciate if you could enlighten me on why. You were rather cooperative the first time. SCP-7226: Aren't you guys supposed to be-[STATIC] miracle workers? Dr. Hart: Who gave you that impression? SCP-7226: [shrugs] Because you said you could help. When I first got picked by you guys I thought I was in legal trouble. But, the people who escorted me-[STATIC] assured I was in good hands. [shrugs] I don't know. I had hope. That something could… [shakes head] But you didn't help me. Things just got worse. You all made me worse. Dr. Hart: We're trying to help you. But if we can't observe your interactions with the media, we can't help you. SCP-7226: I never actually cared about what happened to me, anyway. Dr. Hart: You don't care about getting hurt? SCP-7226: No. It doesn't really matter what happens to me. I just thought… [STATIC] I could be less miserable. But I was stupid. Dr. Hart: That's not true. [SCP-7226 remains silent.] Dr. Hart: Virgil, I'm a psychologist. If you're hurting emotionally, I can help you. SCP-7226: [Pause] Are you gonna do more testing? Dr. Hart: Yes. In a few days, we're going to give you your phone for testing purposes. SCP-7226: Are you going to look through my phone? Dr. Hart: Well, yes. We need to know what content you might go into. [SCP-7226 appears visibly distressed.] SCP-7226: Why? You don't need to know that. Dr. Hart: Yes, we do. In order to see how the content affects you. We're not sure exactly what interactions are causing these distortions. So we need to see if uncover the cause, if there's anything we can do to ease your symptoms. SCP-7226: That's stupid. There's clearly nothing you can do to- [STATIC] help me. Dr. Hart: You need to let us try. To let me try. SCP-7226: Just let me back online. Dr. Hart: We will for testing. SCP-7226: And after testing? Dr. Hart: Only for testing. I've said we have to be careful due to your condition. [SCP-7226 remains silent.] Dr. Hart: Well, Virgil, I'll see you again, after testing. SCP-7226: [coughs] [END LOG] NOTE: I request that SCP-7226 be given a thorough physiological evaluation after testing. - Dr. Hart ▲ Close Interview ▲ Test Results V3 SCP-7226 was given access to its cellphone for testing purposes. SCP-7226 appeared reluctant to enter the device, expressing discomfort with its whereabouts being known. To combat SCP-7226's habit of going into unknown media, it was decided to review the contents of the phone first. This was done in order to uncover any files or applications in which SCP-7226 could be hiding so Foundation staff could check said media during testing. SCP-7226 was discovered in the following media: Media: An image of a man2 at a park, found in a photo album titled "Us❤️". Notes: SCP-7226 hugged the man. It returned with worsening color distortions on its arms and chest. Media: An image of the same man from before sitting on a couch with a terrier on his right. Found in the same photo album from before. Notes: SCP-7226 sat against the man. The blue distortion on SCP-7226's hair worsened. It is noted that the man is wearing a blue sweater in the image. Media: A video of SCP-7226 and the man from before singing the chorus of "I And Love And You" filmed from SCP-7226's perspective. Notes: SCP-7226 sang along, causing its vocal distortion to worsen by a significant amount, with the majority of its spoken words being replaced with audio static. SCP-7226 returned from the video with tears in its eyes. When SCP-7226 cried, the secretions appeared to be digitally pixelated, and the subject reported discomfort caused by their unusual sharpness. Additionally, SCP-7226 reported that its vision had worsened significantly, being primarily unable to see. It was discovered that SCP-7226 only gains distortions when attempting to physically interact with media that it has emotional ties to (ie. Hugging a loved one in a photograph). Testing was brought to an emergency stop. It was determined that it would be dangerous to SCP-7226's health to allow it to use its anomalous properties again, as damage appears to progress at a quickening pace upon each use. SCP-7226's containment team has begun to analyze what causes each distortion in order to attempt to reverse the effects. As of current, nothing has been discovered. SCP-7226 Psychological Testing On 12/07/2022, a thorough psychological evaluation with SCP-7226 was conducted by Dr. Hart. The following are the results. Foreword: As SCP-7226 has primarily lost the ability to speak and the ability to see, the following evaluation was conducted by analyzing past interviews and test results. SCP-7226 to suffer from the following behavioral disruptions: Poor self esteem Post bereavement depression A general disregard for its own well being and safety Anger at staff for not allowing it to use its ability again No longer being willing to discuss its feelings with others A preference for social isolation These behaviors have been worsened by the distortions caused by its anomaly. During the beginning of testing, SCP-7226 appeared to have a semblance of hope when informed of the endless possibilities of items within the Foundation's archive. I believe that SCP-7226 may be afflicted by the following conditions: Major depressive disorder Prolonged grief disorder I believe that SCP-7226's physical condition is worsening its mental condition. While efforts to cure its physical symptoms have been started, I believe that if we cannot find a way to reverse these effects within a timely manor, it may be needlessly cruel to keep it alive, especially if its condition continues to deteriorate at the current pace. Although, I don't favor this outcome, as I do believe that both physical and mental recovery is possible. While communication is currently difficult for SCP-7226, I will provide therapeutic services for it in the best manor that I can. I will be prescribing SCP-7226 20mg of Escitalopram (Lexapro) for its mental condition. Interview Log 3 The following was conducted in order to further assess treatment option for SCP-7226. Dr. Hart attempted to converse with SCP-7226 three times previously, but it refused to engage in conversation. ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-7226 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Kenny Hart FOREWORD: SCP-7226 communicated through writing due to its inability to speak. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hart: Hello, Virgil. SCP-7226: what Dr. Hart: I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-7226: dont talk about it Dr. Hart: By not talking about it, you've been tearing yourself apart. By continuing to live in the past. SCP-7226: dont act like you get it Dr. Hart: Usually, I don't share my personal life with my clients. [pause] But I can make an exception. Someone very close to me… went down the same path that you did. He's still around, but miserable. And it hurts my heart to see him suffer. Though, he's slowly been coming around again. It does get better, Virgil. SCP-7226: you couldnt help me Dr. Hart: Have you considered that you haven't allowed us to help you? SCP-7226: I cant be helped Dr. Hart: That's not true. [pause] The person close to me, he didn't have any anomaly deteriorating him. But, he used alcohol and cigarettes. To numb the pain. He didn't want to get better. He felt like it never got better. SCP-7226: it doesnt feel like it gets better. once theyre gone life loses meaning Dr. Hart: He felt that way, too. But in turn, he began to shut out everyone that wanted him to get better. [SCP-5257 pounds its hand against the clipboard, but didn't write anything for a moment. It then writes 7226 down, pounding its hand against the clipboard again.] SCP-7226: I lied about using it five times Dr. Hart: I figured. You've probably used it what, hundreds of times? SCP-7226: [nods] SCP-7226: like 50. I didnt have it for long till you guys found me Dr. Hart: [pauses] This ability has just allowed you to hold onto the past more than a usual person in your situation would. SCP-7226: the past is all I have Dr. Hart: That's not true. [SCP-7226 was silent for a moment. It appears to be on the verge of tears, expressing pain due to the unusual sharpness of its tears.] SCP-7226: if I get better, will he know I miss him? Dr. Hart: Of course he will, Virgil. Losing someone is one of the hardest things that one can go through. Part of the healing process is knowing that life does go on. By getting better, you're not erasing that they've existed, but acknowledging that change has happened. You have to live despite how hard it feels to move on. SCP-7226: he wouldnt want me to tear myself apart like this Dr. Hart: Of course he wouldn't. He loved you. [SCP-7226 was silent for a moment. SCP-7226: ill try. to heal. Dr. Hart: That's good to hear. SCP-7226: thanks. for sticking by me. Dr. Hart: Of course, Virgil. And I'll continue to stick with you. [END LOG] NOTE: Within the following months, as SCP-7226 began grief counseling, its physical distortions began to alleviate. It is hypothesized that as SCP-7226 continues to work on its mental health, its physical health will reflect this change. ▲ Close Interview ▲ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7226" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7226. Licensed under CC-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. formerly known as Virgil Simon. 2. Through investigation of the contents of the phone, the man has been identified as "Alex" |
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