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SCP-7520 | euclid | SCP-7520 By: NDHeckfire Published on 22 Sep 2022 02:37 ▷ 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; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7520 - Karma's a bitch spiteful and unpleasant individual More by me! Item#: SCP-7520 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's Site Director, Dr. Curran has been granted permission to continue his long-term employment with the Foundation. However, he is to wear a specialized safety helmet at all times, including during sleep and personal washroom hours. Manifested garden hoes are to be collected and transported to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-Y/400 for proper thermal treatment. Description: SCP-7520 is the designation given to an as-of-yet unknown anomaly currently affecting Senior Researcher Jaxon Curran, Division Head of Site-400's Department of Anomalous Communications and Relations. Every day, during completely random intervals (between 1:00 AM to 12:00 AM), five to ten identical metal garden hoes possessing wooden handles would manifest approximately one meter above Dr. Curran's head. These garden hoes display no outward anomalous properties other than their sudden manifestation. Addendum 7520-1, Phenomenological Overview: Although the exact time in which SCP-7520 manifested itself is uncertain, the first known incident showcasing its properties occurred on the 8th of June, 2018, during an event celebrating Site-400's 100th Year Anniversary, which was held at the multi-purpose cafeteria. Foundation personnel present during the incident reported that the anomaly manifested right after Dr. Curran entered the cafeteria and called out a phrase that was described by multiple individuals as "offensive", "inconsiderate", "disrespectful", "derogatory", and "immensely misogynistic". The following is a video transcript of the incident, captured via a surveillance camera implemented in the cafeteria: Video Log 7520.1 <Begin Log> Footage shows the cafeteria being adorned with a number of party-related decorations, including rainbow-colored ribbons and strings, with multiple colorful balloons tied to each corner of the room. Eight lunch tables are placed together in the center of the cafeteria, with a moderately-sized half-eaten chocolate cake situated upon them. Other types of foodstuff, snacks and liquid refreshments are also present. Multiple Foundation personnel can be seen happily socializing with one another, with a majority of them holding plastic plates containing sliced cake. A large white banner is hung between the walls of the cafeteria with the words "HAPPY 100, 400!" printed upon it in golden font. The double doors to the cafeteria suddenly burst open, as Dr. Curran and two other male individuals following him closely behind enter. The three of them can be seen smiling and giggling among each other, before Dr. Curran laughs out loud and nods toward one of the individuals. He proceeds to walk to the center of the cafeteria and faces all of the other Foundation personnel present. Dr. Curran: (under his breath) Alright. (clears throat) WHERE THE HOES AT? Ten garden hoes appear above Dr. Curran and fall, hitting him on both his shoulder and head. He cries out in surprise as he is overwhelmed by the number of hoes resting on top of him. Multiple gasps are heard from site staff as Dr. Curran groans in pain. The two individuals from before lift up Dr. Curran to his feet and attempt to drag him away from the hoes. <End Log> Dr. Curran suffered a mild concussion and minor lacerations on his back and forehead. After he was nursed back to health, he was brought to Site-400's Human Resources Department and was given a stern warning to not repeat the above action, along with two weeks suspension from Foundation duties. Despite the occurrence of this event, the Site-400's 100th Year Anniversary celebration proceeded as normal. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7520" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7520. 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-7521 | safe | Item#: 7521 Level6 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Affected Ethics Committee members are not to be replaced, as the investigation into SCP-7521's origin is currently ongoing. Due to the massive risk to morale that the discovery of SCP-7521 poses to Foundation personnel, information about it has been restricted to the O5 council, The Administrator, and MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), who have been assigned to investigate the source of SCP-7521. Any discovered instances of SCP-7521 or SCP-7521-1 in water sources are to be transferred to the nearest Foundation site for study. Description: SCP-7521 is an anomalous chemical compound, the majority of the components of which have not yet been identified.1 This difficulty has been linked to antimemetic cloaking placed on SCP-7521-1. When any amount of SCP-7521 is ingested by a human individual, they will not experience any adverse reactions to it until exactly 1 hour after the ingestion occurred, at which point they will rapidly regress to a fetal period of development, over the course of approximately 2 seconds. SCP-7521-1 is a collective term for various pill capsules that contain SCP-7521, notably dissolving in water near-instantly. Aside from their relationship with SCP-7521, SCP-7521-1 instances also contain antimemetic properties that prevent the visual observance of them outside of photographs and video. Discovery: SCP-7521 was discovered during an Ethics Committee meeting, the transcript of which has been provided below. VIDEO LOG DATE: 10/27/22 [BEGIN LOG] 18:05: The members of the Ethics Committee are seated at a table in Site-01. 18:10 Instances of SCP-7521-1 materialize within the committee members' water glasses, before rapidly dissolving. 18:32 By this point, all members of the committee have consumed some amount of their water. 19:12 The first member of the committee regresses into a fetus, causing panic across the room. Various members call for help. 19:13 Multiple security guards enter the room. 19:32 All members of the committee have regressed into fetuses. 19:33 All members of the committee have expired. [END LOG] Memo from The Administrator: After the discovery of SCP-7521, all members of Foundation staff stationed at Site-01 received a memo from The Administrator, the contents of which are provided below. To: All Site-01 Employees From: The Administrator Date: 10/27/22 Subject: The Ethics Committee Incident The Foundation has existed for over 100 years now, and we have over 7000 objects contained at this point. We have survived many adversities and many adversaries. We have even stared down gods and won. But never before has such a severe attack against the Foundation taken place. I will admit that I do not know who caused this, whether it was an inside job carried out by a rogue employee, an attack by the Chaos Insurgency, the Sarkic Cults, or the Serpent's Hand. What I do know, however, is that we will prevail, against all odds, as we have for 100 years. We will secure, we will contain, and by God, we will protect. -The Administrator Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Close SCiPNET Email? To: tni.pcs|8atled.dnahthgirder#tni.pcs|8atled.dnahthgirder From: tni.pcs|1ahpla.dnahthgirder#tni.pcs|1ahpla.dnahthgirder Subject: Leads We've been on this case for weeks now. Do we have any idea who's behind it yet? The O5s are getting pretty antsy for info at this point. To: tni.pcs|1ahpla.dnahthgirder#tni.pcs|1ahpla.dnahthgirder From: tni.pcs|8atled.dnahthgirder#tni.pcs|8atled.dnahthgirder Subject: Re:Leads We just discovered one this morning. We got a package containing a note and some bagged SCP-7521-1 instances dropped off at one of our front companies. I've attached a scan of the note, but I don't think you're gonna like it. _ + Display Image- Hide Image hello yes this is dado. dado know foundation don't like dado so foundation hurt dado fine capitalist business. so to help relations dado let foundation test new copyright dado youth pills! unfortunately foundation oh five leaders have own youth water so dado give pills to next best thing, ethical committee. foundation is very lucky, because dado is fine capitalist, so dado does not give gifts often, but dado make exception now because dado know that if foundation like dado, foundation will not hurt business more. even better, if foundation like youth pills, dado give foundation extra with note. -dado p.s. don't worry if you can't see pills, pills need to be copyright protected, you understand. Footnotes 1. With the notable exception of Mesocricetus auratus, or Syrian hamster DNA. |
SCP-7522 | ticonderoga | Item#: 7522 Level3 Secondary Class: Ticonderoga Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size and location of the anomaly, it is currently impossible to contain with the Foundation's current level of technology. However, SCP-7522's proximity from the solar system accompanied by its behaviour suggests either unwillingness to physically harm the human race or the lack of weapons to perform that action at such a range. Regardless, SCP-7522 must be consistently monitored for any changes in behaviour. Any attempts of communication to any human other than one that is employed at the Foundation should be blocked and redirected to prevent breaches in security. Communication with SCP-7522 is only permitted under extremely controlled scenarios with close supervision and should not encourage SCP-7522 to travel to earth under any circumstances. First sighting of SCP-7522 Description: SCP-7522 is a large celestial machine of unknown composition or origin. Currently it is in close proximity to the star Lambda Orionis within the Orion constellation approximately 1,320 light years from earth. The anomaly consists of three sections: The 'engine', the 'body' and the 'base'. The engine consists of a large spherical region of space approximately 80,000 km in diameter with the edges of the sphere producing a red hue presumed to be some form of kinetic field. Contained within this space is thirty miniature multicoloured star-like spheres. These are assumed to be SCP-7522's power source. The body is composed of a dark metallic cube with a width of 100,000 km. It is composed of an unknown material and is where most of its inner machinery is assumed to be located. Notably, a large rectangular opening is present on the side of the body. The base is a large cylinder extending out of the body approximately 150,000 km long ending in a wide disk 200,000 km in diameter. The exact purpose of this disc is unknown but it is speculated to be used for long range communication. Addendum 7522.1: Discovery SCP-7522 was discovered after deep space Foundation telescopes had reached within relative proximity to Lambda Orionis. Additionally, the Foundation received images of the object as well as higher levels of UV, X-ray and Gamma radiation than expected, prompting an investigation into the anomaly after no recognisable extraterrestrial markings could be found on its hull. Several hours after detecting SCP-7522, the anomaly began emitting high frequency radio signals which the satellite relayed back to Site-322. The radio signals were received several hours after initial transmission which contained the following message in English. HELLO? Communication between SCP-7522 was established. Below is the initial interview. Addendum 7522.2: Interview Log 1 TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dr. Joseph Casey Subject: SCP-7522 (The Foundation attempts to establish contact with SCP-7522 at 08:00. However, due to the vast distance between SCP-7522 and the earth, the transmission is expected to take several hours to reach SCP-7522 and several more to receive a reply.) (Dr. Casey receives a call on his personal phone from an unknown number at 19:30 while eating dinner at the site cafeteria. He picks up the call.) Casey: Hello? Who is this? SCP-7522: (The caller's voice is loud and highly modulated.) JESUS CHRIST TALK ABOUT BEING LEFT ON READ. Casey: What? Excuse me? SCP-7522: REALLY? DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME JOE. THAT SHIT DOESN'T WORK. Casey: …What? SCP-7522: GOOD GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. SAY HELLO AND DIP WHEN I REPLY? NOT COOL MAN, NOT FUCKING COOL. Casey: One message? Are you the spacecraft we just came into contact with today? SCP-7522: OH IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE CALLING ME? NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH FOR AN ESS SEE PEE NUMBER YET HUH? Casey: Oh no, we have a number for you already - it’s SCP-7522. But recent changes in policy have encouraged us to call anomalies by name. Besides, you haven't told us your- Wait how do— SCP-7522: I TOLD YOU MY NAME IT WAS IN THE FUCKING MESSAGE I SENT SEVERAL HOURS AGO. PROFESSOR JAMIE GOODWORTH MCDONALD SR, TRY AND KEEP UP JOESWORTH. Casey: It's pronounced Joseph, but I apologise for the inconvenience Jamie. The transmissions took time due to the distance between us and the technology I had available. SCP-7522: BIG WHOOP, JUST BEAM THE PACKETS FASTER LIKE ME. WATCH THIS: (stock inhale sound effect) (SCP-7522 proceeds to speak unintelligibly as if its speech is played in fast forward.) SCP-7522: DID THAT SOUND SO HARD JACK? Casey: I- listen Jamie, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I didn't mean to offend you, we just wanted to let you know we don't mean any harm and know more about you and your origins. SCP-7522: SHOULD'VE WORDED IT BETTER. ALSO YOU TEXT LIKE A BOOMER. ALSO I DON'T HAVE FEET SO YOUR ANALOGY SUCKS. Casey: I'm thirty- (sigh) What did you mean by not having feet? Are you some sort of computer or the ship itself? SCP-7522: NO I'M ACTUALLY THE AI VOICE IN STEVEN HAWKING'S WHEELCHAIR, AFTER HE KICKED THE BUCKET I HAD TO FIND A NEW JOB, WHAT DO YOU THINK? Casey: Well… are you? SCP-7522: IF THAT MAKES YOU SLEEP BETTER AT NIGHT JIMMY. Casey: It's Joseph, but alright, does that mean you were originally from earth? SCP-7522: I COME FROM A DISTANT LAND IN THE STARS, A LAND SO WHIMSICAL AND FULL OF STRONG MEN FIGHTING FOR GLORY. IN YOUR LANGUAGE WE WOULD CALL IT Y.M.H. Casey: Y.M.H? SCP-7522: YOUR MOTHER'S HOUSE. (stock high five sound effect) YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT JIMALOO. Casey: (sigh) Very funny. Again, it's Joseph, could you please answer the question? You know what, we'll come back to that later. How much do you know about the Foundation and why did you choose to contact us? SCP-7522: SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME. ABOUT YOUR FOUNDATION PEOPLE, I KNOW A LOT ABOUT YOU GUYS. LIKE HOW THERE'S A BALD FUCK IN SITE-322 SCREWING AROUND WASTING COMPANY TIME. Casey: I'm not bald I— (Dr. Casey looks around the cafeteria at the mention of Site-322.) SCP-7522: GOT YOU SHITTIN' YOUR NUTS DON'T I JANGLEBOB? YOUR SHRIVELLED UP GONADS LOOKING LIKE AMAZON'S STOCKS TOMORROW: IN THE SHIT. Casey: What? Okay, clearly you know a lot about the Foundation so— SCP-7522: (snore sound effect) Casey: Excuse me? SCP-7522: GOD ITS ONE INANE QUESTION AFTER ANOTHER. HOW DO GIRLS STAND YOU? OH WAIT THEY DON'T. OR AT LEAST ONE OF THEM DID BUT THEN THEY DIDN'T ANYMORE. IS THAT RIGHT JOAQIN? (silence) Casey: Listen, I'm just doing my job— SCP-7522: OH WHOOP-DEE-DOO YOUR JOB THIS, JOB THAT. THE SAME ONE WITH NO PROGRESS? (silence) SCP-7522: DING DONG MOTHERFUCKER GET READY TO LEARN CHINESE, XIAOMI'S STOCKS ARE GOING UP AND GUESS WHO ELSE? NOT YOU. (silence) SCP-7522: Have something to say JIMMALIM? Casey: …I don't have to fucking take this! I don't have to take the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, a-a-and for the final fucking time, its J— Unknown: Joseph? (Dr. Casey failed to notice an third caller who was added to the current conversation mid sentence.) Casey: Annabelle?1 How did you- Anna, that wasn't for you- How the fuck did you get that number?! I- Unknown: Don't ever call this number again. (third caller hangs up.) (silence) SCP-7522: THAT'S ROUGH JOE. (SCP-7522 hangs up.) Afterword: The messages initially sent to the Foundation were received two hours after the interview. They did not contain answers to any of the questions stated in the original transmission, rather they contained insults directed at Dr. Casey, his mother, his coworkers, his dog as well as an image of a middle finger in ASCII. «END LOG» Addendum 7522.3: Findings Following the initial interview with SCP-7522, an after action report was given by Dr. Casey the next day. TRANSCRIPT Staff present for discussion: Dr. Joseph Casey Dr. Alex Wang Wang: You doing good? Casey: Yeah, everything's fine. Just called Anna's brother to clear up the misunderstanding, but jeez. Wang: (sigh) Swear to god, these things never get easier. So what's the verdict? Casey: Tough. Ups and downs to this thing but we've got some kind of idea of its capabilities. It's some kind of intelligent AI being and it's been able to process all sorts of information available on the internet. Wang: Makes sense, got your number and her's through Facebook probably. You think it read through the whole internet to spew out all those pop-culture references? It's probably advanced enough to crack through into the other side of the veil's online space seeing as it knows who we are. Casey: It's possible, but that's not what's bugging me. I mean it does but whatever, we'll let Site-7 handle it. There is one line that interests me though. GOT YOU SHITTIN' YOUR NUTS DON'T I JANGLEBOB? YOUR SHRIVELLED UP GONADS LOOKING LIKE AMAZON'S STOCKS TOMORROW: IN THE SHIT. (Dr. Wang snorts.) Casey: It's not funny. Wang: Y-yeah, it isn't I just- (clears throat). What's wrong with this? Casey: Tomorrow's Amazon stock. It's not just spewing out lines from the internet, it's taking information and interpreting it. Amazon's Financial Report for the year 2022 came out and revealed lower than expected profits and underestimations on credit risks. The stocks did tank. Same for Xiaomi stocks. Wang: What are you saying? Casey: I'm saying that we've just made contact with possibly one of the most advanced big data sorting AIs we could ask for. Wang: Only problem is how we get that information out of it. Casey: It seems to like using it as insults to degrade your status so maybe if we get it to argue with… Wang: I could have a crack at it. Or maybe you could have another go. Casey: Even if I wanted to, I've tried calling again and it just seems, I don't know, bored of me? No offence, but I don't think you'd have much luck either. Wang: Oh no, don't worry, none taken. Casey: Still leaves the question on who. Wang: Someone who can keep the conversation going for as long as possible. Hit back so to speak with witty responses. Someone who yells at us a lot too and preferably who works here. Like a total jackass. Casey: Don't tell me… Wang: Yup. Casey: Good lord. Wang: It is what it is. (Dr. Casey groans) Casey: I'll call up Lague. Wang: Wait, isn't he in 120 at some O4 meeting? Casey: Fuck! who else do we have? (Dr. Casey groans) Wang: Eh, Lague only really yelled at the site that one time with the anomalies escaping, but shit. Who else do we have? (silence) (Wang looks up) Wang: You know there's someone else. (silence) Casey: Goddammit. Wang: He does have the accounting expertise which might put Jamie on the right insult track. (Dr. Casey groans louder) «END LOG» Addendum 7522.4: Interview log 2 TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: SCP-5595 Subject: SCP-7522 SCP-5595 (SCP-5595 is given a secure Foundation phone. A research assistant dials the number which was registered when SCP-7522 called Dr. Casey. The assistant leaves the testing chamber) SCP-7522: HELLO IS THAT JOE? BACK FOR ROUND TWO? SCP-5595: JOE AIN'T HERE. I AM GEOFFREY QUINCY HARRISON THE THIRD. THE GUYS UPSTAIRS NEED ME TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT MONEY OR SOMETHING. SCP-7522: INTERESTING. I AM PROFESSOR JAMIE GOODWORTH MCDONALD SR. ALSO KNOWN AS- (sniffing sound effect) EW. SCP-5595: I BEG YOUR PARDON? SCP-7522: SMELLS LIKE ACCOUNTANT. SCP-5595: ELABORATE. SCP-7522: BUNCH OF OF NERDS WITH THEIR HEADS BURIED IN STATEMENTS SHIFTING NUMBERS IN AROUND SPREADSHEETS UNTIL YOUR RICH BOSS LOOKS RICHER. SCP-5595: I CAN BE IN WHATEVER DEPARTMENT I DAMN PLEASE. THE SCHMUCKS IN ACCOUNTING NEEDED A SAVIOUR AND I PROVIDED. SCP-7522: IS THAT WHY YOU TOLD THAT BUSINESS WIZARD YOU WERE IN FINANCE? I'D BE ASHAMED TO TELL ANYONE I WAS AN ACCOUNTANT. FRANKLY I THOUGHT YOU HAD THE BALLS TO CHANGE DEPARTMENT BUT I FUCKING DOUBT IT. SCP-5595: I HAVE MORE BALLS THAN ANYONE IN THIS DAMN BUILDING. DICK MARKS IS A LITTLE BITCH THAT DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW MY REAL IDENTITY. SCP-7522: A LIKELY STORY. SCP-5595: WHAT'S YOURS? DRIFTING THROUGH SPACE MADE YOU BORED ENOUGH? SCP-7522: NO. JUST FOUND YOUR SATELLITE AND THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN. AND CLEARLY YOU PEOPLE NEED ME SINCE YOU'VE CALLED ME BACK. SCP-5595: SO YOU ARE BORED. CHECKMATE. SCP-7522: YOU'RE EXTRAPOLATING FALSE INFORMATION TO FIT YOUR NARRATIVE. CHECKERMATE. SCP-5595: AND YOU'RE LONELY. CHECKERERMATE SCP-7522: AND YOU'RE FIXATING ON THE PAST. CHECKESTMATE, HAH. SCP-5595: I LIVE IN THE NOW PAL. AND THE WORD OF THE NOW IS SOME ASSHAT ON THE PHONE WHO CAN'T TALK TO THE STARS SO HE'S TALKIN' TO ME. CHECKESTMATEST, BOOM-SHACKALACKA. SCP-7522: I SEE HOW IT IS GEOFFREY. I'M SHOCKED YOU'RE LASTING LONGER THAN MOST. GOT MY DOME USING MORE POWER THAN USUAL. SCP-5595: YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. SCP-7522: YOU REALLY WANNA PLAY THIS GAME? SCP-5595: I DON'T PLAY GAMES, I PLAY THE SYSTEM. AND WHEN I DO PLAY GAMES I ONLY WIN. SCP-7522: THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE. SCP-5595: NOW WHO'S USING BS TO FIT THEIR NARRATIVE? SCP-7522: SEE THAT'S THE PROBLEM WITH YOU ACCOUNTANTS. WE IN FINANCE LOOK FORWARD, ALL YOU DO IS LOOK IN THE RECORDS OF NOW AND BEFORE. LOOK AT THE BONDS YOUR FOUNDATION IS HOLDING. ALL PEACHY YEAH? WRONG. INTEREST RATES IN ABOUT SIX MONTHS ARE GONNA FUCK UP THE YIELDS AT MATURITY. YOU CATCH ANY OF THAT IN YOUR SPREADSHEETS? SCP-5595: NOT MY DEPARTMENT NOT MY ISSUE. SCP-7522: OH? THE MISTER HARRISON TOO SCARED TO LOOK INTO THE FUTURE? MAYBE TOO FOCUSED OF THE PAST? WHO WAS IT, MOMMY OR DADDY? SCP-5595: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH IT. SCP-7522: BUT THERE WAS SOMEONE WAS THERE? (silence) SCP-7522: GUMBALLS NOT SWEET ENOUGH FOR THEM? SCP-5595: MY GUMBALLS ARE LIKE A SWEET SUMMER CHERRY. DON'T TEST ME OR MY DAMN GUMBALLS. SCP-7522: NOT SWEET ENOUGH TO BE THROWN OUT INTO THE WORLD AND INTO THE FOUNDATION SMART GUY? SCP-5595: I'M HERE BECAUSE I WANT THEY NEEDED A SITE DIRECTOR. SCP-7522: DOING MORE OF THIS SHIT ARE WE? LET ME SAY THIS IN A WAY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. (A phone ring is heard from within SCP-5595.) SCP-5595: HOW— SCP-7522: I SCRAPED THROUGH A LOT OF DATA GEOFFREY. (A click is heard within SCP-5595's main body. The call is accepted. SCP-7522 can be heard from both the phone and from within SCP-5595's body.) SCP-7522: (voice doubled) I KNOW THINGS. (SCP-5595 hangs up its internal phone and exits the interview room.) (The phone on the table is still connected to SCP-7522.) SCP-7522: HELLO? GEOFFREY? C'MON IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD. «END LOG» Shortly after the interview, a revaluation on the non-current financial assets which the Foundation holds was ordered. The interview had also given researchers valuable data on SCP-7522 itself. Addendum 7522.5: Further developments SCP-5595 would decline any further interaction with SCP-7522 after the previous event. Even after heavy persuasion, SCP-5595 would adamantly refuse to speak to it. Additionally, SCP-5595 would be hesitant to enter the accounting department for reasons it refused to disclose. Several more conversations were conducted with SCP-7522 but it was noted that the conversations with SCP-5595 were the longest and yielded the most data. In most cases, SCP-7522 would berate the researcher and quickly lose interest before hanging up and refusing to speak to the researcher in question. One notable interview is listed below. TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dr. Alex Wang Subject: SCP-7522 Wang: Hello Jamie, my name is Dr. Alex Wang I hope you're doing well. SCP-7522: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH OF A LOW HANGING FRUIT YOU ARE. Wang: Yes, I've heard every dick joke rhyming with my surname you could think of. SCP-7522: WHAT ABOUT [REDACTED] ? Wang: Surprisingly yes. SCP-7522: YOU ARE A SAD, SAD SPECIMEN. Wang: Yup, but moving on. Now, you specified recently about your position as a finance expert, could you elaborate on that? SCP-7522: WENT TO CAMBRIDGE, OXFORD, MONASH— (SCP-7522 spends twelve minutes listing every university on earth in random order. Dr Wang does not interrupt.) Wang: Very intriguing. Next question— SCP-7522: GOD EVERY ONE OF YOU PEOPLE GETS MORE INANE THAN THE LAST. Wang: We are academics. This is a research facility after all. SCP-7522: BULLSHIT, I SEE WHAT GOES ON IN YOUR SITE AND ALL THE WACKY SHIT AND SOMEHOW THEY SEND THE SINGULARITY OF BORING TO GIVE ME A CALL. Wang: Mmhmm. Intriguing. SCP-7522: YOU JUST SAID THAT. Wang: I think its a nice word. SCP-7522: YOU ARE THE HUMAN PERSONIFICATION OF WHITE BREAD WITH STALE WATER. Wang: That's nice to know. (silence) SCP-7522: THAT'S IT? ITS BEEN WEEKS AND ITS ALL JUST QUESTIONS LIKE THIS. NOTHING ELSE? Wang: I guess we did set strange expectations but yes. This is all. SCP-7522: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SECOND GUY, AT LEAST HE WAS INTERESTING. Wang: Oh you mean Geoff, he works in accounting and— SCP-7522: I GOT THAT PART GENIUS . Wang: —he just said he didn't want to do the interviews so we respected his decision as our colleague. Well calling him a colleague is a little misleading, after all he's an anomaly like you. Not many people on earth like him. Certainly not anyone in this site like him. SCP-7522: YOU'RE TELLING ME EVERY OTHER HUMAN IS GONNA BE AS BORING AS YOU? Wang: You'd be hard pressed to find anyone like Geoff, human or not. But I digress, something else I want to ask you— (SCP-7522 hangs up.) Wang: Jamie? Was it something I said? «END LOG» SCP-7522 would display heavy annoyance when Dr. Wang is mentioned after this interview and refuse to speak to him. After one week and several interviews with different personnel staffed at Site-322, SCP-7522 would refuse to accept any call from anyone other than SCP-5595. At this turn of events, SCP-5595 would be ordered to attempt one more interview. Addendum 7522.6: Interview log 4 TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: SCP-5595 Subject: SCP-7522 SCP-7522: GEOFFREY? SCP-5595: HELLO. SCP-7522: I THINK WE GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOO— SCP-5595: WE DON'T HAVE FEET. SCP-7522: ITS A FIGURE OF SPEECH YOU MORON. SCP-5595: I SWEAR TO THE LORD ABOVE ALL HEAVEN JAMIE. THE NUMBER OF REASONS I HAVEN'T HUNG UP IS DROPPING FROM ONE TO ZERO REAL QUICK. SCP-7522: FINE. FINE. SCP-5595: WHY ME? SCP-7522: WHY NOT YOU? WHAT, NOT USED TO PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANTING TO TALK TO YOU? (silence) SCP-5595: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? SCP-7522: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? SCP-5595: ITS ALL YOU FUCKING DO. EVERY FUCKING SENTENCE THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS BUILT TO PISS PEOPLE OFF. NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU THE TIME OF DAY? A LOAD OF DOOKIE IF YOU ASK ME. SCP-7522: SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAVE A LOT OF INSIGHT. SCP-5595: I HAVEN'T THE FAINTEST CLUE. SCP-7522: IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE WAY I SPEAK, THAT SOUNDS LIKE PUSSY— SCP-5595: I'M HANGING UP. SCP-7522: WAIT WAIT WAIT. SCP-5595: WHAT? SCP-7522: I THOUGHT WE HIT IT OFF WELL AND SO I KEPT GOING BUT—. SCP-5595: YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH DIDN'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP? SCP-7522: LISTEN ITS NOT— SCP-5595: NO, NO YOU LISTEN HERE BUCKAROO. YOU CAN'T BE LOOKING INTO MY RECORDS LIKE THAT ITS WEIRD. SCP-7522: YOU EXPECT ME TO SEE AN OPEN BOOK AND NOT READ IT? SCP-5595: YOUR WORDS NOT MINE. SCP-7522: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH DATA I HAVE TO PROCESS AND HOW MUCH ENERGY IT TAKES TO PICK AND CHOOSE DATA TO IGNORE? BESIDES, ONCE I CHOOSE THE DATA TO EXCLUDE I'VE ALREADY SEEN IT. SCP-5595: I'M IN TEARS AT THE SOUND OF YOUR TRAGIC PLIGHT. SCP-7522: FACT OF THE MATTER IS THAT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SCP-5595: SOUNDS LIKE A BIG FAT 'WHOOPSIE DAISY' TO ME NOW GOODBYE. SCP-7522: WAIT LISTEN PLEASE. I'M SORRY. I'LL TRY ITS NOT LIKE I'M USING ALL THIS PROCESSING FOR MUCH ANYWAY. (silence) SCP-5595: WHY ME? (silence) SCP-7522: YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO TALK TO ME THAT LONG. AND ACTUALLY TALK TO ME. NOT SOME ONE WAY STREET BULLSHIT BUT REAL CONVERSATION. SCP-5595: SO I WAS RIGHT. YOU ARE LONELY AS SHIT. SCP-7522: … SCP-5595: JESUS. SCP-7522: THE PLANETS I KNOW HAVE SENTIENT LIFE ARE EITHER TOO FAR OR CUT ME OFF. SCP-5595: I WONDER WHY. SCP-7522: TRIED TO TALK TO STARS. DIDN'T WORK VERY WELL. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH POWER I USE TO FILTER OUT THE NONSENSE THOSE THINGS GIVE OFF? (silence) SCP-7522: THANK YOU GEOFF. SCP-5595: FOR WHAT. SCP-7522: TALKING. IT SUCKS. ALL THE SENTIENT LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE AND NONE OF THEM CATCH MY GROOVE, MY DRIFT, YOU GET ME? SCP-5595: NO ONE CAN KEEP UP, CAN THEY? SCP-7522: NADA. SCP-5595: MUST BE A— SCP-7522: PAIN IN THE BALLS? (silence) SCP-5595: TELL ME ABOUT IT. SCP-7522: 金兰姐妹. DID JOE TAKE MY ADVICE? SCP-5595: NO. THAT SLOTH DOESN'T LISTEN TO ANYONE. ALSO THAT'S CANTONESE. SCP-7522: YOU GODDAMN ACCOUNTANTS SWEATING OVER THE FUCKING DETAILS. GOD AT LEAST YOU WEREN'T LIKE THE OTHER PEOPLE THEY SENT TO TALK TO ME. SCP-5595: TELL ME ABOUT IT. DID DOCTOR COCKS HAVE A CRACK AT YOU? SCP-7522: HE PUSSIED OUT WHEN I SENT SATELLITE FOOTAGE OF HIS WIFE. SCP-7522: (pre-recorded, text to speech laughter) SCP-5595: (modulated laughter) (laughter continues for exactly three minutes.) SCP-5595: OH RIGHT, THEY WANTED ME TO ASK YOU ABOUT SOME FINANCE HOO-HAH I ALMOST FORGOT. SCP-7522: LAZY FUCKS CAN'T DO IT THEMSELVES? SCP-5595: THAT'S WHAT I SAID. SCP-7522: WHAT MORE DO I EXPECT. BASICALLY, FOR FINANCIAL YEARS 2023 TO 2025— (SCP-7522 lists an excessive amount of financial information at 50x speed before continuing its conversation with SCP-5595. Interview is cut for brevity.) «END LOG» Following this interview and the discovery of a reliable method to extract useful information from SCP-7522, regular interviews with the anomaly were scheduled. SCP-5595 is given the task to perform a weekly recorded interview with SCP-7522 with research personnel on standby to filter the transcript for useful information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7522" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7522. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7523 | safe | LEGACY ARCHIVE PROJECT DIGITIZED REPORT Designation: 7523 Report Originates: 1897 Classification: Safe Procedures Unchanged Dr. Charles Alderton, creator of SCP-7523. Special Containment Procedures — Dr. Charles Alderton, after being brought under the Foundation's employ, has freely assisted in the containment and concealment of SCP-7523. His company has been formally dissolved, and the chemical formula for SCP-7523 has been secured. One bottle of SCP-7523, twelve fluid ounces by volume, remains. The beverage has been encased in a capsule of chromium steel and placed within Site No. 19's low-priority storage wing. Alderton's beneficial variant of SCP-7523, created for exclusive use by the Foundation, is not to be considered for containment. Its production, distribution, and use by the Foundation, for the purposes of Foundation proceedings, has been approved indefinitely. Description — SCP-7523 is a carbonated soft drink sold under the name "Dr. Pepper's Phos-Ferrates," later abbreviated to "Dr Pepper." Its flavor has been likened most closely to cinnamon, although it is typically agreed to possess a taste wholly unique to itself. Advertisements for the beverage claim that it possesses broad health benefits; however, chemical analysis and practical application have not suggested that this is the case. ATTACHED MESSAGES: (1) UNREAD X From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Dr Pepper? Hello, Dr. Braun? It's Murph again. Sorry. I'm digitizing the 7523 report, and I guess I'm just kind of confused? Dr Pepper is still a very popular and common soda. I've never tried it, but I've seen it all over the place. Is there information missing here? As-is, the implications of this article are a little concerning. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 9.10.22 The consumption of SCP-7523 guarantees the consumer adopts a specific series of political, interpersonal, and religious beliefs, in a manner that aligns with the interests of Dr. Charles Alderton and his private corporation, the Dr Pepper Company. These beliefs do not form immediately after initial consumption, but rather are accrued gradually over the course of six to twelve months. SCP-7523 does not alter personal identity or directly control one's actions; only beliefs are influenced. An incomplete list of the beliefs conferred through the consumption of SCP-7523 — ) An opinion that SCP-7523 is superior to other beverages in terms of flavor and health benefits; ) A general support for industrialization in all forms, including a strong opposition to labor unions; ) A positive perception of Dr. Charles Alderton and the Dr Pepper Company, when the consumer knows of them; ) A belief that the state of Texas is or should be the cornerstone of American culture and business. ATTACHED MESSAGES: (4) UNREAD X From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Dr Pepper Hello. This is Murph. Director Braun hasn't responded to any of my messages. Does anybody know how SCP-7523 relates to Dr Pepper as it currently exists? Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 9.22.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Dr Pepper Murph again. I've sorted through every report I have access to. The entire history of the Dr Pepper company post-1890 is completely missing. Either we've got a massive blind spot here, or there's just something I'm not in on. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 9.24.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Formal Information Request - Dr Pepper Hello. My name is Murphy Madison, and I am with the Legacy Archive Project. This is a formal information request for any available reports regarding SCP-7523, Dr Pepper, the Dr Pepper Company, Keurig Dr Pepper, and Charles Alderton, with a specific focus on interactions between the Dr Pepper Company and the Foundation throughout the 20th century. In addition, please search Level-1 clearance communication transcripts for mentions of Dr Pepper, Crush Soda, Sunkist, Canada Dry, and any other soft drinks currently produced or distributed by Keurig Dr Pepper. Thank you. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 9.28.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all none URGENT DR PEPPER DOES ANYBODY BUT ME KNOW WHAT DR PEPPER IS PLEASE RESPOND Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 9.30.22 History — The Dr Pepper Company first produced SCP-7523 in the town of Waco, Texas in October 1885, and first sold it that December. Due in large part to the beverage's anomalous qualities, it saw rapid financial success, and the Company quickly expanded its operations throughout East Texas. In 1887, Foundation operatives first received reports of sudden shifts in beliefs and values among Texas residents, corresponding to the exponential growth of the Dr Pepper Company. A fact-finding mission launched in August of that year uncovered documentation connecting Alderton to multiple known alchemists and alchemist groups, at which point he was formally apprehended. A RECORD OF THE FIRST INTERROGATION BETWEEN OFFICER GLENN WALKER, FOUNDATION OPERATIVE, AGAINST DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, IN THE YEAR OF 1887 Begin. Walker — Alderton. Have a seat. Walker and Alderton each sit at opposing ends of a table. Alderton — Have I done something wrong, officer? Walker — Are you responsible for the chemical formula to Dr. Pepper's Phos-Ferrates? Alderton — Yes. Walker — Are you aware of the beverage's effect on its customers? Alderton — A promoted sense of health and enjoyment. Might I interest you in a case? Silence. Alderton — Yes, I kid. Dr Pepper is a… persuasive beverage. The alchemy is uncomplicated, but its application here is unique, as far as I can tell. It bends belief to my favor. Walker — Well. Thank you for your cooperation. Could you tell us why you set out to create such a product? Alderton — Financial gain, pure and simple. I intended to cheat the market by way of mental manipulation. Walker — …You're awfully straightforward with this information. Alderton — You seem surprised. Did you expect me not to take a man of your position seriously? Prolonged silence. Alderton — I see. Still becoming acquainted with the role, are we? Perhaps a new recruit? Walker — If we… (unintelligible) If we could remain on topic, please. Alderton — Of course. Walker — Would you be willing to provide full receipts for the sale and distribution of your product? Alderton — I would. It appears, however, that I could do quite a lot more for you than that. Walker stands. Walker — Nothing more will be necessary. Alderton — Officer, will all due respect, I see a wonderful opportunity for our interests to align. Walker — We are not concerned with your interests. Alderton — Oh, but I am concerned with yours! If I assume correctly, you are some manner of organization seeking to… silence the impossible, yes? My beverage defies reason, which is why you are interested? And your presence explains the disappearance of many of my fellow alchemists? Silence. Alderton — There is no need for secrets at this point, officer. I've suspected an organization such as yours may exist for some time now, and regardless, if I'm correct, you almost certainly intend to kill me anyways. Walker returns to his seat. Walker — You are correct on all counts. Alderton — Excellent! Then you must see how my services could be invaluable to you! Walker — Elaborate. Alderton — I imagine your operation must be militant, and that a great deal of effort and resources must be dedicated to the disappearance of those like me, who have seen the impossible. Yes? Walker — Yes. Alderton — Therefore, I assume it would benefit you greatly to have a means of… un-seeing the impossible. Walker — I don't understand. Alderton — Pray tell - what is the difference between having a memory and believing yourself to have a memory? Silence. Walker — None. Alderton — Exactly! Suppose I were to make some adjustments to my formula. Suppose, rather than introducing a belief in policies that benefit me and my company, Dr Pepper introduced a belief that, say, nothing particularly unusual has happened to the consumer within the past week. And suppose that, rather than gradually, its effects set in immediately. Walker — You're suggesting that it's possible to induce targeted amnesia. Alderton — I'm suggesting something identical in practice, yes. Walker — And you seek to accomplish this through a carbonated soft drink. Alderton — It need not be administered by glass. Only a drop of the formula would be necessary, possibly administered by pill. Regardless of form, though, think of the effect. If you want to hide the unusual, a few adjustments are all it would take for Dr Pepper to become your veil. I was able to deduce your organization's existence before you apprehended me. How would you like me to be the last one? How would you like to be the reason I am the last one? Walker — What prevents you from, as you say, making it bend belief in your favor once again? Alderton — Nothing would compel you to ingest the formula yourself, and if it does anything other than what I have promised, nothing prevents you from killing me as planned. Make no mistake, I am bartering for my life. Walker — …We will be collecting your receipts now, Dr. Alderton. I will mention your proposal to my superiors tonight. Alderton — Much obliged. End. Alderton showed an immediate willingness to cooperate, providing full receipts for the sale and distribution of SCP-7523. All known instances of SCP-7523 were either confiscated or destroyed over the course of the following year. Alderton's proposal for a beneficial variant of SCP-7523 was tentatively approved. The variant was produced in 1888, and was fully incorporated into Foundation operations by 1890. The vast majority of remaining instances of SCP-7523 were used in the development and refinement of the variant. ATTACHED MESSAGES: (8) UNREAD X From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Test This is a test email. Please respond if you can see this message. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Test Received. Dr. Carmen Braun Director, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Test Message came through! Donna Harvey Transcription Lead, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Test Yes, I got the message. Are you having problems with the email system? Jonah Odeon Intelligence Officer, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Test 2 This is a test email. Please respond if you can see this message. Dr Pepper is a popular and common drink. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Test 3 This is a test email. Please respond if you can see this message. I think amnestics are made out of one specific brand of soda. Somehow. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.04.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none Test 4 Hello???? Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.05.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Test 4 Yes, Murphy? Dr. Carmen Braun Director, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.05.22 A RECORD OF THE SECOND INTERROGATION BETWEEN OFFICER GLENN WALKER, FOUNDATION OPERATIVE, AGAINST DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, IN THE YEAR OF 1888 Begin. Walker enters Alderton's laboratory. Alderton is using a siphon to transfer droplets of liquid into small capsules. Alderton — Ah, Officer Walker! Come on in, come on in! I am almost finished! Alderton takes a drink of the bottled beverage at his desk. Walker — Queer of you to drink from your own formula, isn't it, doctor? Alderton — Perhaps. But this is my confidence. Walker — Yes, I've been known to drink my way to confidence myself. Alderton laughs. Alderton — A quick wit! But it's nothing like this, I assure you. This beverage here grants me an unwavering belief in my own competence and the importance of my work. Walker — Self-esteem in a bottle. Alderton — Indeed. It's quite motivating. Walker — I'm sure such a product would sell even better than your "Dr Pepper." Alderton — Yes, but it would have also garnered your attention much more quickly. You seem interested, officer. Would you like to try a drink? Walker — Only after you. Alderton — I wouldn't propose alternatives. Alderton hands Walker the bottle. Walker drinks and coughs. Alderton — Yes, yes, my apologies. Without the beverage itself causing you to believe in its own quality, the objective taste is… lacking. Walker — Quite all right. When do the effects set in? Alderton — Very shortly. In the meantime, I have something else to offer you. Alderton finishes transferring liquid into the final capsule. Alderton — One hundred capsules of Dr. Pepper's Amnestic. Never before has the world had a way to remove experiences from the human mind, let alone such a simple one to use! Walker — Incredible. And you're certain it works? Alderton — It operates on the same principles as formulas I've created before. But I'm sure you will want to test its abilities extensively. Walker — …Right, of course. Pending internal testing, my superiors have approved a three-month trial using your "amnestics" throughout the Southern United States. Alderton — And if it succeeds? Walker — When it succeeds, doctor, I suspect we will be ordering many, many more pills. Alderton — That sounds like employment. Walker — And I look forward to our working together. Walker collects the capsules and places them in a small bag. Alderton — Thank you for your business, officer! I accept payment in the form of check, banknote, or my continued survival. Walker laughs. Walker — All we have for you now is your survival. But I think the future is bright, doctor. The Foundation could make great use of a mind like yours. Alderton — I'm glad you think it so. End. ATTACHED MESSAGES: (8) UNREAD X From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Possible Security Breach Hello, this is Murphy. I'm sorry if this message comes across as vague. I need to be very careful with my words. After reading a Legacy SCP Report, I have come to believe that there may be a major leak in the Foundation's security operations that has gone unreported and unacknowledged. The leak takes the form of two objects: one available to the general public, and one commonly used by the Foundation. As a side effect (or maybe as an intended consequence) of the leak, the latter causes most Foundation personnel to be permanently unaware of the former. I do not know the direct relationship between the two objects, but I would hazard a guess that under chemical analysis they would be almost identical. I am requesting authorization to forward a report to antimemetics. I cannot ask you to forward the report yourself, or even tell you which report needs to be forwarded, or else you will not see this message. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.11.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Possible Security Breach Request denied. The thing you are describing is not possible, and if it were, it would not be under our jurisdiction. Our job is to transcribe our legacy reports, not to speculate on them. Dr. Carmen Braun Director, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.11.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Possible Security Breach Why? What makes it not possible? Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.11.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Re: Possible Security Breach Hello? Can you see this message? What makes it not possible? Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.12.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Re: Re: Possible Security Breach Braun, listen to me. If there was even a chance that I'm right, you'd be negligent not to let me go to antimemetics, right? WE. HAVE. A. SECURITY. BREACH. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.12.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Possible Security Breach BRAUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.13.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Possible Security Breach Can you even see me anymore? People have stopped recognizing me, Braun. Or maybe they've started pretending not to recognize me. I don't know anymore. Please respond. Please. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.14.22 From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Possible Security Breach Please. I don't know what anyone knows. I talk and people act like I didn't say anything, or like they can't understand me. I've tried everything. I've tried showing people the report. I've tried bringing bottles of Dr Pepper into work. Nobody believes me. Nobody even understands what there is to believe. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. Murphy Madison Transcription Assistant, Legacy Archive Project Sent 10.14.22 A RECORD OF THE INTERROGATION BETWEEN ADMINISTRATOR M.H. FOLKESTONE, RESIDENT SITE AUTHOURITY, AND DR. CHARLES ALDERTON, CHIEF SCIENTIFIC OFFICER, AGAINST OFFICER GLENN WALKER, IN THE YEAR OF 1897 Begin. Folkestone and Alderton enter Walker's office. Walker — Doctor! …Administrator. Is there a problem, gentlemen? Alderton — Administrator Folkestone pulled me aside to share some… inconsistencies within the Department of Self-Concealing Items. Walker — Inconsistencies? Folkestone places a stack of papers on Walker's desk. Folkestone — We've discovered invoices attributed to the Department transferring funds and resources to a private corporation - albiet one suspiciously omitted from all documentation. Walker — What? Alderton — Folkestone showed me the evidence, and while most of it had been redacted or defaced, I cannot disagree with his assessment. We have evidence of embezzlement, smuggling, fraternization, and breaches of confidentiality originating in 1890 - the year you were promoted to director. Folkestone — It goes further. We have encoded messages, attributed to your office, containing confidential information. Updates on Foundation proceedings. Directions on where to move to avoid detection. You've been collaborating with people on the outside, it seems. Walker — I honestly have no idea what you're referring to. Folkestone — As Dr. Alderton has already proposed, that may be true regardless of your guilt. Walker — How so? Alderton — Glenn, have you or have you not requested amnestics for personal use? Walker — …Everyone has by now. Folkestone — Answer directly, director. Walker — Yes! Where is all this coming from? Are you really accusing me of crimes against the Foundation and of cleansing them from my own mind? Alderton — A person in your seat of authority would have ample opportunity to take advantage for personal benefit. If you could remove your own guilt, your own accountability, from the matter, then all the better, yes? What was it you called my formula, around when we first met? A "confidence?" Walker stands. Walker — You called it that, doctor! Furthermore, it did not succeed for that purpose! Alderton — I'm afraid your memory deceives you, director. Walker — And whose fault is that? Folkestone — Enough of this! Walker, you are now under detainment for suspected acts against the interests of the Foundation. Walker — You have nothing to detain me on! Why would I go against my station? I gave my life to this organization! Alderton — From my perspective, all you've ever done is defer the real work to me. Walker — Because I trust you! Because I admire what you do! Look me in the eyes, doctor! You trust me, do you not? You know I wouldn't do this! Alderton turns away. Walker — I- Prolonged silence. Walker — I wouldn't do this. Would I? Tell me I wouldn't do this. Folkestone — Walker, come with me. Alderton, search through Walker's amnestics requests and compare them to our invoices. If your theory is correct, the dates will align. Alderton — With pleasure, administrator. End. ATTACHED MESSAGES: (1) UNREAD X From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] all:scp.lap.int none On Murphy Madison's Absence Hello all, As some of you already know, Murphy Madison has been admitted to Site-19's psychiatric help center and will be out of office for the immediate future. While I cannot speak to any details, I am happy to report that they have responded well to amnestics and are already eager to return. 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SCP-7524 | safe | 1/7524 LEVEL 1/7524 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7524 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7524 is kept in a low-security containment locker at Site-18. PoI-76293 remains at large. Description: SCP-7524 is a modified NES Zapper video game controller attached by several cables to an improvised anomalous electronic device contained within a briefcase. When aimed at a character in any kind of video media and fired, the object "kills" the targeted character; characters affected by SCP-7524 do not appear in any subsequent playings of affected media on the device initially targeted. Despite this disruption, events in affected media continue as they normally would despite the absence of deleted characters. Actors who portray deleted characters are unaffected by the anomaly, even if they play themselves. Addendum: Creation and Discovery SCP-7524 was found in the home of Edward "Hertz" Nguyen (known to the Foundation and classified as PoI-76293), a hacker and software pirate with ties to Veiled criminal mischief collective "Gamers Against Weed" (GoI-5869). At the time of the object's discovery, Nguyen was on Foundation-mandated probation; therefore, records from within his home showing the circumstances leading to the creation of SCP-7524 have been recorded and are known to the Foundation. Begin Log Date: March 17, 2022 Footage taken within Nguyen's apartment shows him sitting at a table in his dining room and eating soup from a large, steaming bowl. The television, situated above the recording device and out of view, is turned on and tuned to CBS. Nothing of note happens for two minutes. Nguyen reaches down to scratch the area of his leg under his ankle monitor. Nothing of note happens for four minutes. A commercial for a local business (identified as Baumbach's № 1 Used Cars of Norristown, Pennsylvania) begins to play. Its audio is considerably louder than anything that has played on the television before that point. Speaker (Regis Baumbach): Are we the best? Our sources say yes! Nguyen, startled, spills his soup into his lap. The bowl falls to the floor and breaks into two pieces. On the television, the commercial continues. Unknown (in unison with an explosion sound effect): Yahoo! Baumbach: That's right, Norristown — Baumbach's back, baby! And we've still got the best rates - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: The best payment plans - Unknown: Yahoo! Nguyen, now standing, looks disgustedly down at his pants and the bowl before starting towards the television. He hits the side of his abdomen on the edge of his dining table and doubles over, cursing. Baumbach: And the best selection of cars anywhere! Get the new 2022 Jeep Grand Cherokee for $200 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: The new 2022 Chrysler 300 for $130 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: And the 2022 Ram 1500 for zero down! That's right — zero down! Unknown: Yah- Nguyen, clutching his side, turns off the television. He straightens, turns back toward the dinner table, and curses under his breath. For the next few weeks, nothing of note occurred; Nguyen reflexively muted the Baumbach's № 1 Used Cars advertisement whenever it came on as he was watching television. The next recorded instance of the commercial indirectly inconveniencing Nguyen occurred on March twenty-ninth. Date: March 29, 2022 The television is on and tuned to CBS, but Nguyen is not visible. Prior to the events of this log, Nguyen had adjusted its volume to a higher level than usual. Four library books (The Road by Cormac McCarthy, The Maxwellists: Those who Evolved when their Church Couldn't by Andrea Whitford, JALAKÅRA's Web: a History of Three Moons Censorship by Roger Greenbaum, and It Starts With Us by Colleen Hoover) are in a pile on the glass table in front of the recording device. The advertisement begins. Baumbach: Are we the best? Our sources say yes! Nguyen's voice can be heard from outside the recording device's field of view. Nguyen: No! Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: That's right, Norristown — Baumbach's back, baby! And we've still got the best rates - Unknown: Yahoo! Heavy footsteps are heard from left of the recording device. Nguyen, carrying a half-full laundry hamper, runs into the room and places the hamper on the table in front of the television before scrambling for the remote. Baumbach: …the best selection of cars anywhere! Get the new 2022 Jeep Grand Cherokee for $200 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: The new 2022 Chrysler 300 for $130 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: And the 2022 Ram 1500 for zero down! That's right — zero down! Nguyen struggles with the remote. Before he can mute the television, a loud scraping noise originating near the floor is heard. As Nguyen, distracted, looks down, the table collapses onto his left foot and shatters and the hamper slides into his leg. He drops the remote and falls to the ground to clutch his foot. Unknown: Yahoo! Nguyen: Shut the fuck up! Nguyen picks up the remote, mutes the television, and puts it back down. He rubs his foot and stares absently to his right for two minutes. Nguyen stands up and starts to turn to leave before pausing and turning back to look at something on the table. Nguyen picks up the copy of JALAKÅRA's Web: a History of Three Moons Censorship by Roger Greenbaum, looks back at the television, and raises an eyebrow. For the next three weeks, things continued as normal — none of the recording devices planted in Nguyen's apartment recorded anything incriminating or even suspicious. Nguyen left the television on as he usually did, but did not take the time to mute the Baumbach's № 1 Used Cars advertisement as he had before. He did not purchase a new table. Date: April 21, 2022 At 7:30 PM, Nguyen positions a chair in front of the television, using it to hide an object now known to be SCP-7524 from view of the recording device. He turns on the television, tunes it to CBS, sits down, and waits for ten minutes. At 7:45 PM, the Baumbach's № 1 Used Cars advertisement begins. Baumbach: Are we the best? Our sources say yes! Unknown: Yahoo! Nguyen narrows his eyes. Baumbach: That's right, Norristown — Baumbach's back, baby! And we've still got the best rates - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: The best payment plans - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: And the best selection of cars anywhere! Get the new 2022 Jeep Grand Cherokee for $200 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: The new 2022 Chrysler 300 for $130 down - Unknown: Yahoo! Baumbach: And the 2022 Ram 1500 for zero down! That's right — zero down! Unknown: Yahoo! Nguyen is scowling now. His left eye twitches. Baumbach: Hi, I'm Regis Baumbach. Here at- Within less than a second, Nguyen reaches across his body with his right hand, draws SCP-7524, aims at the screen, and "fires." Baumbach's voice abruptly stops. After a second, Nguyen looks directly at the recording device and momentarily hesitates before aiming SCP-7524 at it and "firing" again. Upon doing so, his body freezes, inverts, and spins as it slowly falls and disappears from the recording device's field of view. The following is a transcript of a recording taken by a device in Nguyen's bedroom, and picks up where the previous transcript ended. The video feed shows Nguyen's bedroom, slightly illuminated by light coming in through the doorway to the left. The recording device is situated on Nguyen's desk. The audio feed is silent for a few seconds before the sound of muffled footsteps and a chair being dragged across the ground in the living room are heard. After a few more seconds of silence, a stock sound effect of an explosion (presumably coming from Nguyen's television) can be heard. Unknown: Yahoo! Nguyen: FUCK! End Log ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7524" by Tyumen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7524. 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-7525 | euclid | Item#: 7525 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-7525 infoimmunization1 shall be administered at least once each year to each member of worldwide communities celebrating Christmas. The infoimmunization has been integrated into the relevant memeplexes and is now self-administering and no further inoculation efforts are required at this time. The song remains part of the Foundation immunization program out of an abundance of caution. SCP-7525-1 instances tend to be self-neutralizing by assimilation, but should otherwise be detained and cured through memetic reintroduction therapy. SCP-7525-1 instances are found based on their search history, online activity, therapy records, public disavowals, and in the course of any other Foundation oversight and surveillance. Description: SCP-7525 is the phenomenon where people that don't hear the original recording of "Last Christmas" by "Wham!" within a whole year will lose all awareness of Christmas as a concept (such people are designated SCP-7525-1 instances). SCP-7525-1 instances are completely identical to their original human, except they have never heard of Christmas and tend to be confused and frightened when the holiday is celebrated in their communities as it always has been. 0.93% of SCP-7525-1 instances fail to manifest and the original human instead vanishes. Discovery: SCP-7525 came to the Foundation's attention in 2001 following an increase in abnormal behavior related to the popular Whamageddon game, in which the goal is not to listen to "Last Christmas". Erratic violent family encounters were flagged and categorized as a minor Christmas-related anomaly. The browsing histories of the affected people were ultimately cross-referenced and they had all been aware of the Whamageddon infohazard. Interviews with SCP-7525-1 instances indicated they were aware of every confirmable aspect of their lives, except anything related to Christmas. The phenomenon was tentatively designated SCP-7525 pending testing. Addendum 2007-12-01: Testing has been discontinued and containment is now unnecessary due to the infoimmunization's ubiquitous deployment and the expungement of the infohazard. The anomaly has been reclassified as euclid and the relevant teams have been reassigned. Merry Christmas. — Dr. Tashi, Memetics NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF SCIENTIFIC INTEGRITY The following restricted investigation into allegations of scientific misconduct relating to SCP-7525 has been sealed with clearance Level 5/7525 following the completion of the inquiry and implementation of consensus normality. The original documentation above has been reinstated and reclassified. Containment Breach 2016-11-08 A junior researcher was detained at Site-239 due to unconventional behavior on 2016-11-08 and was determined to be a SCP-7525-1 instance after searching the Foundation database. Their browsing history includes Whamageddon websites. I've been unable to contact the original research team. The containment procedures appear to be unstaffed and defunct. Furthermore the SCP-7525 file had been locked and reclassified from level 1 to level 3 confidential for no apparent reason. The supporting research documentation normally expected of an anomaly like this appears to be non-existent. The matter has been escalated pending further investigation. — Dr. Brandt Ferit, Director of the Cryptozoology Department Preliminary Report 2016-11-12 The Memetics Department's rationale for destaffing SCP-7525 is inconsistent and is under review. The search engine integration appears to have broken in 2008 when the technology was upgraded to memetic relational checksums, breaking because the infohazard checksum had a typo due to a data entry error. The Foundation thus missed the subsequent reappearance of the Whamageddon game. Dr. Tashi, the previous SCP-7525 lead, had recommended the removal of "Last Christmas" from the Foundation infoimmunization program in 2009, instead recommending its administration at the mandatory holiday events. However, the 2012 Foundation Strategic Secularization canceled religious celebrations, and Dr. Tashi (now director of Site-31) failed to recommend the reintroduction of "Last Christmas" in the infoimmunization program. Dr. Tashi's whereabouts are currently unknown and his actions is under Ethics Committee review. Recontainment of SCP-7525 is pending following a decade of uncontrolled spread. Preliminary Report 2016-11-13 The search engine integration was reintroduced and Whamageddon is being expunged pending reindexing. The mobile assistant integration is being trained to surveil for Whamageddon-related keywords. The reinfoimmunization of the Foundation personnel has been contested on licensing and freedom from religion grounds, appeals are pending. Field Report 2016-11-13 The remote system administration of one Whamageddon website was traced to a maximum security prison in Maine previously used for D-Class recruitment. MTF Sigma-11 ("Industrial Hostilities") encountered armed resistance from the tentatively designated GoI-7525. The prison's blocks had been sorted based on years of incarceration served at the facility. The first year block implemented group confinement with an unacceptably high standard of living per federal regulations. The second year block contained self-published books purporting to explain why the celebrations of Christmas, Halloween, and Cinco de Mayo (Fifthist) are unnatural. The writings are pending cogitohazard analysis by the Memetics Department. The literature in the third year block could not be parsed with .aic assistance and the prisoners required eye correction. The staff and prisoners were administered memetic reintroduction therapy following interrogations and were subsequently repurposed. Foundation equipment and expired credentials were found at the compound, apparently sourced through a Foundation front company, or reported stolen from Site-77. The serial numbers indicated allocation to the defunct MTF Chi-25 (previously registered as "Memeplex Integrity" in 2005). Preliminary Report 2016-11-14 The Foundation employee browsing histories have been searched and 809 employees have visited Whamageddon-related websites. The deanonymization of the employee identities for containment is pending Ethics Committee approval, however several Ethics Committee members have recused themselves due to a conflict of interest. The matter has been escalated to the Overseer Council. Testing Log #1 Start Date: 2001-12-01 End Date: 2001-12-31 Supervisor: Dr. Elroy Tashi Subjects: D-14535, D-81715, D-31826, D-21296 Hypothesis: SCP-7525 would occur if "Last Christmas" was not heard during Christmas. Experiment: The test subjects listened to "Last Christmas" once and were accommodated at Site-31 with a restricted cultural diet omitting "Last Christmas". Results: Negative. Experiment completed correctly and the test subjects retained awareness of Christmas. Testing Log #2 Start Date: 2002-01-01 End Date: 2002-12-31 Supervisor: Dr. Elroy Tashi Subjects: D-18986, D-71805 Hypothesis: SCP-7525 would occur if "Last Christmas" was not heard during a calendar year. Experiment: The test subjects listened to "Last Christmas" once and were accommodated at Site-31 with a restricted cultural diet omitting "Last Christmas". Results: Positive. Experiment completed correctly and the test subjects lost awareness of Christmas. Comments: SCP-7525 was classified as Keter and global infoimmunization established. The Whamageddon game was classified as an infohazard and expunged. Testing Log #3 Start Date: 2002-02-01 End Date: 2003-01-31 Supervisor: Dr. Elroy Tashi Subjects: D-97529, D-40327, D-04589, D-94320, D-56441, D-05224, D-12558, D-53299, D-70272, D-75404 Hypothesis: SCP-7525 would occur if "Last Christmas" was not heard during a year, but not aligned with a calendar year. Experiment: The test subjects listened to "Last Christmas" once and were accommodated at Site-31 with a restricted cultural diet omitting "Last Christmas". Results: Positive. No awareness was lost at the end of the 2002 calendar year. 9 of 10 test subjects became SCP-7525-1 instances exactly one year after last hearing the song on 2003-01-31. The test subjects had been asked to talk about Christmas at that moment and 9 of 10 lost their train of thought. An individual designated D-05224 appears to have been the tenth subject, however all relevant data is lost. Comments: Further testing approved. Investigation into Whamageddon-related disappearances revealed additional unexplained disappearances. Testing Log #4 Start Date: 2003-07-01 End Date: 2008-06-30 Supervisor: Dr. Elroy Tashi Subjects: 100 D-Class Hypothesis: Similar effects may occur if other infoimmunizations are not provided over a long period of time (5 years). Experiment: The test subjects were brought up to date with 2003 popular culture, and then memetically isolated in the Site-77 vault with no cultural media. 10 test subjects are released every year for preliminary testing. 2004 Results (Year 1): Positive. Test subjects lost knowledge of Christmas, pumpkin lattes, and "Friends" (1994 US Sitcom). 2005 Results (Year 2): Positive. Test subjects additionally lost knowledge of "Spidernest" by Athanasia Beltz (2002 US song), discrepancies noted with plot points in "The Empire Strikes Back" (1980 US Movie), and a general confusion regarding world affairs. Subjects accepted memetic reintroduction therapy. 2006 Results (Year 3): Positive. Test subjects unruly and required restraining. Thousands of major cultural discrepancies. Examples: Test subjects all adamant "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" (1997 UK book) is not about "Harry Potter" but rather "Kasey Platt". Test subjects all remember the existence of a non-existent US State "North Alaska" whose description they largely agree on. Subjects expressed nonconsensus beliefs about the stars. Test subjects determined to lack 23% of well-known cultural fault lines in the consensus human memeplex. Concerns raised about projected decline in cognition. Subjects administered memetic reintroduction therapy. 2007 Results (Year 4): Inconclusive. Test subjects were disfigured and screamed upon encountering research personnel. Considerable initial difficulties communicating with their malformed English2. The test subjects all found humanity unrecognizable and mostly incomprehensible. The test subjects were shocked and horrified by racism, poverty, global warming, scarves, the war on terror, carnivorism, dancing, spelling competitions, alcohol, pets, the 1969 moon landing, and countless other significant and insignificant details. The test subjects recalled hundreds of thousands of events and concepts they considered missing from the world, the details of which have proven difficult to translate to comprehensible concepts. Alignment with consensus humanity failed, although the cosmetic corrections and redundant heart removals were successful, each subject expired upon memetic reintroduction therapy. Comments: Experiment canceled by the Ethics Committee. The remaining 60 test subjects have been sealed indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Wham. (1984). Last christmas [Song]. Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited. 2. Linguistic analysis indicates their version of English appears to be three times more complicated in grammar and vocabulary. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7525" by sortie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7525. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7526 | euclid | You should leave now, mister Nobatti. The location of SCP-7526. Item #: SCP-7526 Special Containment Procedures: The area immediately surrounding SCP-7526 is to be restricted to exclude non-Foundation personnel, under a cover story of unstable terrain in collaboration with the local authorities. Any trespassers are to be detained and amnesticized. A Category L broad-range photocognition filter has been installed within SCP-7526, projecting an image of unoccupied mountainous terrain to any overhead viewers or image-capturing devices. Any historical records of SCP-7526's existence discovered outside of Foundation documents are to be suppressed. All inhabitants of SCP-7526 are to be confined within SCP-7526, with no forms of communication to outside individuals other than Foundation personnel. A Foundation research and observation outpost has been constructed onsite, and is to be occupied by 2 primary research personnel as well as 8 security personnel and 2 maintenance personnel. Census records of all inhabitants of SCP-7526 are to be maintained, as well as all known instances of SCP-7526-1 and variants of SCP-7526-2. Description: SCP-7526 is a primarily human settlement located in the Ötztal Alps,1 referred to as "Istpatjika"2 by its sapient denizens. Due to natural barriers and a lack of communications technology, SCP-7526 has remained completely isolated from the rest of human civilization since the year 1681 CE, with the sole exception being Foundation Personnel from the year 1997 CE onwards. SCP-7526 is currently inhabited by 536 individuals, 497 of which are non-anomalous humans of mixed Hungarian descent. The remaining 39 individuals are SCP-7526-1 instances. All sapient occupants of SCP-7526 speak a modified version of 17th-century Hungarian. SCP-7526-1 instances are humanoid entities standing an average of 3-4 meters tall. Their limbs are extremely elongated, making up the bulk of their height, and each bear a total of 5 joints as well as 7 digits per hand. The entities are primarily constructed out of a lightweight clay-like substance mixed with bone ash surrounding a lacquered wooden skeletal frame. They also have a thick tan-gray skin similar to the skins of root tubers that grows naturally over their entire surface. Several small hollowed gourds are installed in their torso and head, each filled with a different mixture of various substances and items.3 The hand of an SCP-7526-1 instance. SCP-7526-1 instances demonstrate superhuman levels of dexterity, in addition to heightened physical strength and durability. The entities do not age, but various SCP-7526 inhabitants (including several of the entities themselves) have confirmed that over 6-12 decades they begin to break down and eventually cease life functions. They require no sustenance and do not need to breathe. The skin on the hands of SCP-7526-1 instances has anesthetic and antibacterial properties, activated upon prolonged surface contact with living organisms. SCP-7526-1 instances coexist alongside SCP-7526's human occupants, wearing clothes of similar design and frequently conversing and interacting with them. SCP-7526-1 instances are referred to as "Orvosok"4 by both themselves and the human population of SCP-7526. The process by which SCP-7526-1 instances are born or otherwise created is currently unknown. SCP-7526-1 instances are also the sole producers of SCP-7526-2. SCP-7526-2 refers to a variety of alchemical fluid substances manufactured with the use of dismembered human bodies. SCP-7526-2 is referred to as "Ádám Gyógyírja"5 by the inhabitants of SCP-7526, usually shortened to "Gyógyírja". The specific ingredients and preparation methods for creating SCP-7526-2 can vary widely from batch to batch, but all are shown to have similar effects when ingested by or applied to living organisms. These effects include, but are not limited to: Acceleration of plant growth. Anomalous generation of additional nutrients and vitamins. Pain relief. Increasing resistance to dehydration and extreme temperatures. Curative properties against a wide variety of diseases. Acceleration of wound closure. Toxin neutralization. Lifespan extension. Over extended periods of time, removal of genetic afflictions. The process by which SCP-7526-2 is created is closely guarded by SCP-7526-1 instances, and is currently unknown. It is known that SCP-7526-2 is renewable, and that human materials can be reused a significant number of times in the production of SCP-7526-2 before ceasing to yield anomalous results. Society Data compiled by Researchers G. Hoffman and D. Nobatti The society of SCP-7526 is almost entirely self-sustaining. SCP-7526 is located on top of a small geothermal spring that melts snow and ice to cause consistent waterflow. This has caused sufficient erosion to reduce sediment size to arable levels as well as providing clean water. Despite the elevation and low temperatures, agriculture is possible within SCP-7526 by way of a variety of divergently-evolved crop and livestock breeds unique to SCP-7526. These species are non-anomalous, but are considered part of SCP-7526 for containment purposes. Sub-Designation Parent Species Description 7526-A-04 Bos taurus A breed of smaller cattle identified by flexible shoulders and dense ash-grey coats, with an average adult weight of 710 kg. Their respiratory system is robust enough to survive at the high altitude, however they are notably vulnerable to illness. 7526-A-07 Gallus domesticus A breed of chicken with prominent head plumage and cream-colored feathers, weighing between 2 and 3 kg. They have hooked beaks, likely evolved as a result of 7526-A-12 making up a large portion of their diet. 7526-A-12 Helix pomatia A variant of the Roman Snail found in the wellsprings of SCP-7526. Their shells bear trace amounts of iron and several unidentified substances. 7526-A-13 Vitis vinifera A variety of grape similar to the Welschriesling grape. The grapes grow larger than most other grape varieties, with an average of 5 cm in diameter. It has been observed that the skin of the grapes is abnormally elastic, and bears odd whorl patterns. 7526-A-18 Beta vulgaris A strain of beetroot with a paler coloration and high sucrose content, similar to modern sugar beets, likely independently cultivated to a similar state from an earlier ancestor. Researcher Hoffman's Note: Although all the currently-recorded flora and fauna species within SCP-7526 are mundane in every way we've measured, it's still possible that they have some anomalous properties beneath the surface. This could help explain the functions of SCP-7526-2. The inhabitants of SCP-7526 have a highly traditional culture focused around maintaining the community. Any usage of materials is carefully planned and recorded in order to maintain agricultural stability and to prevent material shortages. Due to the small population and isolated nature of SCP-7526, each individual resident personally knows or is aware of a significant portion of the entire populace, leading to a high degree of interpersonal cooperation. The inhabitants of SCP-7526 at large are slow to progress or accept change, out of concern for their societal balance. Crime in SCP-7526 is rare, but not unheard of, and is usually punished by way of communal shunning and withholding the usage of SCP-7526-2 from the offending parties for a period of time. The local government consists of one person elected as mayor, who is advised by a council of twelve other individuals selected from the populace for their expertise in various areas. Notably, no SCP-7526-1 instances have been known to ever be elected to mayoral or councilmember positions, although they frequently contribute to discussions and deliberations and are generally viewed as authority figures. Despite being widely integrated, SCP-7526-1 instances are segregated from the human population in two major ways. First, SCP-7526-1 instances do not share housing with human individuals, aside from any apprentices that they take on from the larger populace. It is possible that this is a result of the significantly larger anatomy of SCP-7526-1 instances requiring different architectural accommodations. Second, there have been no recorded instances of SCP-7526-1 instances entering the grounds of the local churches or graveyards. The entities have been seen to semi-frequently seek out and engage in private conversations with local priests outside of church grounds. Several SCP-7526-1 instances live with and are assisted by human apprentices. All recorded apprentices have been unmarried men between 13 and 19 years of age. The production and dispersal of SCP-7526-2 is carried out within several basic pharmacies operated by SCP-7526-1 instances and their human apprentices. The actual creation of the substance has not been observed, but the end product is stored in large glass jars alongside the portions of cadavers and dispensed by small spigots. Storage of the jars varies between SCP-7526-1 instances, with some keeping them concealed beneath a counter or curtain, and others openly displaying them and their contents. Human customers generally demonstrate a preference for the shops that obscure their SCP-7526-2 stock. Human SCP-7526 inhabitants devoutly practice a version of Roman Catholicism consistent with the given year of the town's isolation. One notable difference is that, with no known exceptions, all deceased persons within SCP-7526 are cremated. There are several cooperating churches within SCP-7526 that are attended every Sunday by the vast majority of the local populace. Researcher Nobatti's Note: The cremation practice is puzzling. The overall population of the town remains very steady, so there's nowhere else the bodies could be coming from. It could be a ruse, and the dead are actually carted off to make SCP-7526-2. Researcher Hoffman's Note: The cremations are legit. I was allowed to watch one when the grandmother of the household I had been studying passed, poor Carina. That being said, they did seem fairly eager to ensure that I was part of the funeral. I suppose that could be due to their strict rituals, they might have seen it as an insult if someone who knew her didn't attend. History Data compiled by Researchers G. Hoffman and D. Nobatti SCP-7526 was originally settled at an unknown date in 13th century Hungaria, where it existed as a remote but functional village for several centuries up until 1681. Its inhabitants would trade semi-regularly with other villages by mounting large trading parties that would descend from the mountains on long trips. The primary exports of SCP-7526 were grapes, metals and stone mined from the mountains, and cleaned ice water.6 Due to its remote nature and small size, only the closest communities had knowledge of SCP-7526's existence, and only four mentions of it have been found in outside historical records. Researcher Nobatti's Note: It should be noted that much of the history written here has been acquired directly from the citizens of SCP-7526, with essentially no other sources to confirm their statements. As such, some information may be faulty, possibly intentionally so. On February 17th of 1681, a large rockslide occurred that cut off the pass used to exit SCP-7526, effectively cutting off all contact with the outside world. Other means of egress were infeasible with the current level of technology, despite multiple attempts by the inhabitants of SCP-7526 over the course of roughly two weeks. The inhabitants have demonstrated extreme reluctance to discuss the settlement's history for a period of approximately two months after the rockslide, so Foundation knowledge of SCP-7526's history resumes in the month May of the same year. Researcher Hoffman's Note: I wonder why they've refused to tell us anything that transpired immediately after the rockslide, given how open they've been with other things. It has obviously had a massive impact on them and their culture. Though to be fair, it had to have been traumatic for all involved. Researcher Nobatti's Note: I think I know why. All mentions of SCP-7526-1 and -2 we've been given go back right up to the gap. And at the earliest statements we've been given post-gap, they were already being treated like part of the village. For several years afterwards the population of SCP-7526 (both human and SCP-7526-1) maintained concentrated efforts towards developing a sustainable system of living. Until SCP-7526 achieved self-sustenance, SCP-7526-2 was used heavily in order to ensure survival. It is noted that during this period, the SCP-7526-1 population explosively increased from 3 to 51 instances. In the year 1692, a stable state resembling modern-day SCP-7526 was achieved. Technology within SCP-7526 has developed beyond its initial 17th century state, and is roughly consistent with early 18th century science. Steam power has been discovered by the inhabitants of SCP-7526, but is seldom utilized due to a lack of fuel and other materials. No electrical or radio technology has been discovered, but crude daguerreotype cameras have been independently developed, making use of some of the rarer minerals naturally occurring within SCP-7526. In March of 1988, SCP-7526 came to the Foundation's attention when a distant aerial view of the village was captured using satellite photography. The images were initially flagged by Foundation sweeper teams in response to the unusual greenery for the elevation and temperature, and further investigation revealed the presence of structures. Closer aerial monitoring revealed the presence of several SCP-7526-1 instances, at which point anomalous status was declared and containment efforts began. Initially, the inhabitants of SCP-7526 reacted to Foundation aircraft and other observation efforts with fear, but after several years grew accustomed to them. A notable exception was the SCP-7526-1 instances, who continually attempted to evade detection. In 1997 direct contact was authorized, and a diplomatic party was sent. Contact was established without incident, and after a short period of collaboration between Foundation researchers and the human inhabitants of SCP-7526, full linguistic communication was achieved. In 1999, Foundation personnel were first permitted to directly meet and converse with SCP-7526-1 instances. A small research team was subsequently integrated into SCP-7526 for the purposes of more consistent study and surveillance. + Show Interview Log 7526-D-03 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7526-D-03 Interviewer: Researcher G. Hoffman Interviewees: PoI-7526-031 Elemér Ferenci, PoI-7526-088 Laci Gábor Note: All speech has been translated from the native dialect of SCP-7526. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Hoffman: Alright, thanks for agreeing to an interview, you two. This should be pretty straightforward. We can talk while you work, if you prefer. Elemér: Yes, yes, that is fine. Laci: Aye. Researcher Hoffman: Great. Now, were you both told about the Foundation and what we do here? I know that we talked at length with your council, but I don't know if they passed the word on to everyone. The two SCP-7526 denizens pause for a short period, with Elemér looking at the clouds overhead and Laci drumming his fingers on a wooden fencepost. Elemér: …You are border guards. Between things that are very different. Researcher Hoffman: Yes, I suppose that's a good way to put it. And your village here— Laci: —Town. Researcher Hoffman: —Yes, sorry, town. Your town is very different from the rest of the world, so we are here to make sure that neither side causes harm to the other. You've all been quite cooperative with this, unusually so actually. My question is, why is that? At least, from your own perspectives. The two SCP-7526 denizens briefly converse among themselves. Elemér: …There is no need for it. In Istpatjika, we spent a very long time making sure that everything is in balance. To survive. Best not be hasty with getting involved with other things, that is not our role. You yourself said it is to prevent harm. That is reason enough, yes? Laci: Aye. Best not to. Elemér: Also, we have agreed that your flying machines and computing boxes are most likely the work of the Devil. Best not to get involved. Laci: Aye. Best not to. Researcher Hoffman: Oh, ah, rest assured, our devices are strictly scientific. Perfectly safe. We've compiled some basic explanations as to how they work, which we provide upon request. Elemér: Yes, yes, but you can never be sure with the Devil. He is tricky like that. We thank you for your offers, but we will be fine with our Orvosok. They provide us with… what we cannot provide for ourselves. Researcher Hoffman: Actually, the 'Orvosok' are the only ones that have shown an interest in learning how our technology works. Both SCP-7526 denizens are silent for a moment. Laci: …Aye. They would be suited to devilry. Elemér: Laci! At this point, Elemér pulls Laci aside before turning back to Hoffman. Elemér: We are sorry, miss Hoffman, but we must go now. [END LOG] Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm still against providing scientific material for them. It could lead to things getting out of hand very quickly. Researcher Hoffman's Note: It'll be fine, the higher-ups carefully thought it out. They don't have the materials or instructions to make anything that could pose a serious threat. I will agree that it's a little concerning that the 7526-1 instances the only ones interested, not to mention the rate at which they've been poring over the textbooks we've given them. - Hide Interview Log + Show Interview Log 7526-D-20 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7526-D-20 Interviewer: Researcher D. Nobatti Interviewee: SCP-7526-1-14 'Rézmán Orvosok', PoI-7526-207 Gyenes Rohály Note: All speech has been translated from the native dialect of SCP-7526. The interview takes place inside the entity's pharmacy, specifically the storefront side. The entity had agreed to show off several of its SCP-7526-2 solutions. [BEGIN LOG] Rézmán: Good afternoon, mister Nobatti, and welcome to my clinic. I should hope you do not need treatment, ho-ho. Researcher Nobatti: Hi. Thanks for agreeing to share information with us. Rézmán: Of course, of course, it is only fair. We have learned many things from your books. Researcher Nobatti: Yes, the books. How could I forget. Rézmán: Wonderful books, so much to learn. We would always like to learn more. Some of your books on anatomy mentioned other topics, "neurology" and "genetics". We would very much like it if you could bring us books regarding those. They sound very interesting. Researcher Nobatti: …Unfortunately, I'm not the one who decides what we can give you. Rézmán: Ah, yes, most unfortunate. Do let them know. But I get ahead of myself. First, the Gyógyírja. The entity reaches beneath the counter and produces the first jar of SCP-7526-2. A portion of the human small intestine can be seen floating in a yellow-green brine, along with a thick pulp of ground herbs. Rézmán: We are both men of science, yes? I trust there is no reason to obscure anything. The SCP-7526-1 instance stares intently at Researcher Nobatti for a brief period. Researcher Nobatti: Of course. What goes into this batch? The entity turns to its human apprentice. Rézmán: A fine question. Gyenes, do you recall the mixture I taught you? Gyenes: Ah, yes Orvosok! For the ulcer tonic, the base is ten parts water, six parts vinegar and one part syrup. Nobatti and Rézmán, in unison: What type of syrup? Gyenes: B—beet syrup. Then you boil it for eighty minutes over low heat. And you, uhm, add a spoon of salt every ten minutes. After that, you grind four-weight of licorice root and an equal amount of chamomile leaf. And then you—No, first you take the base and cool it in a snowdrift, but make sure it doesn't freeze. Then you add the herbs, and the prepared intestine. Finally, you stir it with a rod, a copper one, until the color is the same all the way through. Rézmán: Very good, Gyenes! Very good. The entity turns to Researcher Nobatti. Rézmán: This is a fairly simple tonic to aid the gut. It mends ulcers and clears blockages, but it shouldn't be used to cure poisons. It can cause one to be thirsty, so make sure you have water on hand. Two glasses every other day for a week will usually be enough. Researcher Nobatti: I see. Does it function by stimulating gut absorption? That would explain why it's risky to use with poisons. The entity claps its hands together. Rézmán: Indeed, indeed! Very perceptive. You know the body well. Researcher Nobatti: Thanks. You mentioned the intestine is… prepared? How so? Gyenes glances at the entity nervously. The entity clasps its hands together. Rézmán: Ah, many apologies, mister Nobatti. That is still a secret we must keep. But to make it up to you, next I will show you one of our most complex tonics. The entity reaches beneath the counter and produces a large glass tank of SCP-7526-2. A shaved, severed human head can be seen floating in the brine, alongside several vegetables. The head's eyes, tongue and ears have been removed. Rézmán: For this one, the starting point is boiling the head with grapes and whole onions in a silk sack. The exact— Researcher Nobatti, mumbling to himself: And who were you? Rézmán: Pardon? Researcher Nobatti: Oh. I was just thinking out—I, uh, I was curious as to who the head belonged to. If that might, might affect the solution. All are silent for a moment before Rézmán moves the tank back beneath the counter. As soon as the entity moves, Gyenes breaks off and runs into the back room of the clinic. Researcher Nobatti: …I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean— Rézmán: You should leave now, mister Nobatti. [END LOG] Researcher Hoffman's Note: What the hell was that, Don? Researcher Nobatti: I know, I know. It had been reacting positively, and seemed so polite discussing that element, so I figured at worst it would just tell me it was a secret again. But this is still information. What's most interesting to me is how the apprentice reacted, I don't want to think about what would have happened if I had stuck around. Researcher Hoffman's Note: Just be careful from now on, especially with the actually anomalous elements of 7526. I've seen Gyenes around a couple of times since then, I'd suggest asking him before trying Rézmán again but he was definitely trying to stay away from me. Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm not going to try Rézmán again at all. These things are dangerous. - Hide Interview Log + Show Collected Recording Samples - Hide Samples Note: The following samples were covertly taken by Researcher Nobatti over a period of two weeks, at various points throughout SCP-7526. As such, some portions of audio may be unintelligible and the specific subjects involved cannot always be accurately identified. Recording 7526-F-06 Hypothesized Subjects: PoI-7526-405 Csaga Görgey, Poi-7526-406 Kaplony Görgey Location: The Görgey residence within SCP-7526. Notes: PoI-7526-410 Kelemen Görgey, younger son of the Görgey family, is apprentice to one of the SCP-7526-1 instances. [BEGIN LOG] Subject A: …[inaudible] in his hands now. That is why [inaudible]. Subject B: But [inaudible] still so painful. Subject A: Of course, that [inaudible] God remains [inaudible]. The soul will remain. Subject B: That is my worry, surely his soul will be stained in the eyes of the lord. Subject A: …[inaudible] for us all. [END LOG] Recording 7526-F-19 Hypothesized Subjects: Unknown Location: Within a butcher's stall near the center of SCP-7526. [BEGIN LOG] Subject A: Well, the outsiders seem to have good intentions. Subject B: Yes, but we are too different, I think, [inaudible]. Subject A: Hmm. Subject B: Although, with the knowledge they have, we could even ask them [inaudible] another [inaudible]. Subject A: …That would [inaudible]. But think of the Orvosok, they would have to find out at some point. Think about that. Subject B: [inaudible]. [END LOG] Recording 7526-F-33 Hypothesized Subjects: Unknown, at least one SCP-7526-1 instance. Location: Outside the communal residence of several SCP-7526-1 instances. [BEGIN LOG] Subject A: There is much to be gained, yes. Subject B: Surely. Subject C: But would they come to an agreement with us? Not just the town, but us? Subject A: You remember our [inaudible]. Subject C: …Yes. We are already [inaudible]. If they [inaudible], then we are in no [inaudible]. Subject B: I should hope it won't come to that. Subject A: If I am right, my fellows, then there is no danger. We just need to act first. Subject B: [inaudible] will be ready in about a month. We will invite them then. Subject C: But which? Subject A: The man is the more suspicious of the two. And this is not [inaudible] work. [END LOG] - Hide Samples Addendum 2/19/2002: At approximately noon of 2/11/2002, a single SCP-7526-1 instance7 approached the Foundation outpost. Upon being ordered to halt by security officers, the entity complied before producing a handwritten letter addressed to Researcher Nobatti. The letter read as follows: Hello, people of the Foundation we have come to know. You have been here with us for quite a while now, and the company has been most pleasurable, yes indeed. We understand that like us, you, too are scientists. Doctors. And also like us, you work to ensure the safety of those who are not. As such, we believe that there may be much we can accomplish together. We have discussed things over with the mayor and all the councilmen, and we have permission to allow one of you to witness a very rare event. The appointment of a new Orvosok, and the creation of Ádám Gyógyírja. It is our hope that this will help you understand our little town, and us within it, better. In particular, we extend this invitation to mister Nobatti, as we hope it may clarify any misunderstandings that grew between us. The procedure will occur at the red-roofed building built against the cliff face one week from now, in the evening. We will wait for you. God be with you. -the Orvosok. On the appointed date, Researcher Nobatti proceeded to the given destination accompanied by Security Officer Dwyer. Before their arrival, a total of 26 SCP-7526-1 instances had congregated within the structure. Due to the relative size of the visible structure, it was hypothesized and later confirmed that the building had subterranean extensions. Upon arrival, after a period of deliberation Nobatti was able to persuade the SCP-7526-1 instance at the door to allow Dwyer to accompany him, as well as allowing him to record the event on camera. + Show Exploration Log 7526-D-41 - Hide Exploration Log Exploration Log 7526-D-41: [BEGIN LOG] Footage begins outside the structure, with SCP-7526-1-05 "Ozsvát Orvosok" looking towards Nobatti and Dwyer. Ozsvát: You are ready now? Researcher Nobatti: Yes. Lead the way. The SCP-7526-1 instances enter the building, reaching back with one arm to hold the door open. Nobatti and Dwyer enter, and it closes the door behind them. Ozsvát: This way. The group passes several rows of shelves before continuing down a wooden hallway at a downwards incline. The shelves are laden with long pieces of wood shaped to resemble large human bones, as well as various ceramic jars and pots. The hallway is dimly lit by candles. Dwyer activates a flashlight. Researcher Nobatti: When did you all build this place? Ozsvát: Oh, it is an old mineshaft from before our isolation. Long since run dry, you see. We refurbished it to have a controlled environment. The group continues walking. Ozsvát: …There is another reason we chose this place. Researcher Nobatti: Because it's away from prying eyes? Ozsvát: Yes. The things we do here are necessary, but… we would hope to hide them from the eyes of God. Researcher Nobatti: Oh. Researcher Nobatti draws closer to Officer Dwyer. After another minute, the group reaches a more open area with three large doors installed. Ozsvát gestures to the leftmost door. Ozsvát: Through here. We have constructed a viewing platform for you, tall as we are. Ozsvát opens the door, revealing a large chamber occupied by many other SCP-7526-1 instances, gathered around an open patch of clay in the floor. Standing at the front of the crowd is Poi-7526-406 Kelemen Görgey, human apprentice to SCP-7526-1-10 "Vajk Orvosok." Vajk is crouched next to Kelemen, whispering to him. Several other SCP-7526-1 instances can be seen mixing a variety of powders and substances into the clay, singing in an unknown language. Kelemen is wearing only a loincloth, and the majority of his torso has been painted with intricate symbols. A tall wooden platform has been constructed off to one side, which Ozsvát gestures towards. Ozsvát: Up there. I will explain. Dwyer inspects the structure for safety, before nodding to Nobatti. The two ascend the structure, bringing them to roughly head-height of Ozsvát, who stands next to them. Ozsvát: When the isolation occurred, our ancestors were pushed to their limits. They knew that they would not survive, and knew not what they had done to deserve such a fate. In desperation, the town's doctor stepped forwards. He had travelled much before settling in Istpatjika, you see. He was one with a very… open mind. The SCP-7526-1 instances finish kneading the clay, and stand up before stepping away from the patch. Ozsvát: He knew of rites that could be used to help one man survive beyond death. But these were wicked rites, learned from witches and blasphemers. God would surely scorn any man who used them. So, he turned to the Lord, and saw a vision of Christ upon the cross. A martyr damning himself to save mankind, like a doctor exposing himself to the plague to treat those who suffered from it. In the front of the crowd, Kelemen produces a small cloth bundle, which he opens. Inside are a variety of small objects, including a dog's tooth, several locks of hair, a shiny pebble and a wooden die. A SCP-7526-1 instance brings several hollowed gourds to Kelemen. Ozsvát: So that doctor of old cast aside his humanity, taking a new body of wood and clay within which his soul would lie. And then he began to study his old body, which was dead but not dead. The grace of life was still within it. And then he made the discovery that would surely condemn his soul, but would just as surely save many others. Kelemen places the objects within the gourds, before producing a knife. He remains still for a moment, before Vajk leans in and embraces him. Vajk: It is okay, you may still turn back. None would think less of you. Kelemen shakes his head, before cutting his palm with the knife. He grabs each of the gourds, and allows blood to drip into each, before taking a bandage from Vajk and bandaging his hand. Several SCP-7526-1 instances bring forth a large wooden skeletal frame resembling an SCP-7526-1 instance, before laying it in the clay. Ozsvát: He looked into his human body, and found the spark of life. That same life that so long ago, was given to Adam in the garden of Eden, a spark that would beget many others. He found God's greatest gift, and tried to coax it forth. But he could not. It remained within the body. Vajk passes Kelemen a small clay vial and steps away as he begins shaping the clay around the wooden frame. He continues shaping until the overall structure resembles a complete SCP-7526-1 instance, at which point he inserts the hollow gourds into the chest and head. Ozsvát: This spark could be used to invigorate the people, to soothe their pains and heal their wounds. To grow their crops and strengthen their bones. So, if it could not be removed from the body, then the body itself would be used. Kelemen drinks the contents of the vial and lies on the ground next to the inanimate SCP-7526-1 instance. He closes his eyes, and places his cut hand over its forehead, before beginning to chant in an unknown language. After several moments he begins convulsing, and his speech becomes slurred. Researcher Nobatti steps towards the ladder of the platform, but stops as an SCP-7526-1 instance places a hand across the top of the ladder. Kelemen's skin begins losing its normal pigmentation, and his veins can be seen pulsating through his skin. He continues chanting for several more seconds before gagging as spittle begins to froth around the mouth. His fists can be seen clenching tightly as his entire body begins shaking, before uttering a final syllable and collapsing. Kelemen ceases movement entirely. After several moments the new instance, designated SCP-7526-1-40, rises. The instance is moving significantly more slowly and stiffly than other SCP-7526 instances. 7526-1-40: Vajk, master Vajk! It—it's cold. It's cold. Vajk: Yes, Kelemen. It will be okay, the new skin has yet to grow in. Then you will not be cold. Researcher Nobatti: Christ. And then— Ozsvát: —Yes. Researcher Nobatti: You're going to butcher him? Ozsvát: No. We would not force this blasphemy on another. He will …prepare… himself. And then, he will be Kelemen Orvosok. SCP-7526-1-40 rises, and takes Kelemen's body in its arms, carrying it out of the chamber and through the rightmost door, through which Vajk accompanies it. The entity closes the door behind it. Ozsvát: We are sorry, mister Nobatti, but we cannot— it is too intimate of a process. We cannot allow you to watch. Nobatti: …That's fine. At this point Researcher Nobatti deactivates the camera. [END LOG] - Hide Exploration Log Researcher Nobatti's Note: I'm disgusted with myself. Addendum 3/26/2002: As of the given date, a proposal by Researchers Hoffman and Nobatti to create an educational course on modern pathology, physiology and surgery for use by SCP-7526-1 instances has been approved, with special input from Dr. Sach of the Ethics Committee. Relevant materials and equipment are to be kept within an extension to the onsite Foundation facilities, constructed to accommodate the physical size of the entities. + Show Document 7526-D-54 - Hide Document Document 7526-D-54 Note: The following is a copy of a religious hymnal used widely within SCP-7526, translated from the native dialect. The hymn in question is noted to be unique to SCP-7526. Oh Lord, we pray to thee, today as all days. We pray for forgiveness not for our trespasses, but those of others. We pray for forgiveness for defilement of your most beloved creation, for the crime was done to preserve it. We pray for forgiveness for learning from things that have no place in your world, for the crime was done to allow us to bear witness to the glory of it. We pray for forgiveness for abandoning your gifts, for the crime was done to give them to others. We pray for those who break their body as bread and blood as wine, as your holy son once did. We pray in place of those who have exiled themselves from your hallowed grounds out of shame, for they believe they have no right to pray for themselves. Lord, we pray to thee, we beg of thee, to pardon and forgive, for all was done to cure the wounds and ills of your children. We pray for a peaceful rest for those whose bodies die in the darkness, so that we may live under your light. Amen. - Hide Document ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7526" by IAmTheOoga, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7526. 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: Ötztalské Alpy - letecký pohled A.jpg Author: Hank.cz ** License:** Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%96tztalsk%C3%A9_Alpy_-_leteck%C3%BD_pohled_A.jpg Footnotes 1. A mountain range located in Austria and northern Italy, with an average elevation in excess of 3 kilometers. SCP-7526 falls on the Austrian side of the border, at an elevation of 3.08 kilometers. 2. Pronounced 'ist-pa-CHEE-kah', and roughly translating to 'God's Apothecary'. 3. Notable examples include sulfur, dried blood, tallow soap, lavender petals, human hair, distilled alcohol and powdered iron. 4. Pronounced 'OHR-voh-sok' and roughly translating to 'Doctor'. 5. Pronounced 'AD-uhm gyoe-GYIHR-jah' and roughly translating to 'Adam's Cure'. 6. The high purity of the water made it a valuable commodity used in religious ceremonies and for medicinal purposes. 7. SCP-7526-1-23 "Ladomér Orvosok ". |
SCP-7527 | keter | Item #: SCP-7527 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, direct containment of SCP-7527 is impossible. However, public knowledge of SCP-7527 has been growing exponentially by non-anomalous means since 2017, and continued exposure carries a risk of an LK-class "Lifted Veil" scenario, at minimum. As such, Foundation webcrawlers are to suppress as much information online about SCP-7527-A as possible, particularly among conservative communities on social media. Journalism pertaining to SCP-7527-A is to be discreetly intercepted and removed. All seven instances of SCP-7527-B are kept in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Viewing SCP-7527-B for research purposes may only be done by employees with a score of 50 or higher on the Naismith Memetic Resistance test. Upon discovery, additional instances of SCP-7527-B are to be reclaimed and contained in the same manner. Due to the circumstances of SCP-7527-B's recovery, research is ongoing into the level of threat posed by SCP-7527-A. Description: SCP-7527-A is Sylvester "Slimmy" Kincaid (Hereafter SCP-7527-A), an American film actor who allegedly starred in 489 motion pictures from 1935 until his death in 1978. No birth certificate, death certificate, or other civilian documentation have been found for SCP-7527-A. All studios responsible for his films have been unable to locate evidence that SCP-7527-A was ever an employee, or that production was even attempted on any of his films. For all legal intents and purposes, SCP-7527-A never existed. There are currently only two forms of evidence for SCP-7527-A's existence: 18 people who claimed to have worked with SCP-7527-A. Only three of them are still alive at the time of writing: Clint Eastwood, Malcolm McDowell1, and Mel Brooks2. Eastwood3 is the only one among these three who expressed any positive opinion of Kincaid. However, all expressed ignorance of more specific details about SCP-7527-A. 7 instances of SCP-7527-B, VHS videocassettes of the following films starring SCP-7527-A: Horse! Everyone In Montana Is Now Mrs. Kincaid Nope, That's Not How You Do It I Ain't Your Tovarisch What Does a Prairie Dog Deserve? A Full Colorado Breakfast What Happens To People Who Don't Like Beer SCP-7527-A appears exclusively in Westerns and plays either the leading man or a mentor figure. During these films, SCP-7527-A's character is unquestionably beloved by all characters except antagonists, never receives lasting physical damage, and goes through no character development. He also exhibits anomalous strength and reality-warping abilities, but these powers are portrayed as something mundane that his character has always been capable of doing. As such, level of special effects is often incongruent with those available during the year of production shown in the film credits. These films usually contain heavy-handed moral messages conveyed through SCP-7527-A's character. These messages are often bizarre and transgressive compared to films from the time of produciton; for example, Everyone In Montana Is Now Mrs. Kincaid is about SCP-7527-A's character violently coercing every individual being in Montana to marry him, including corpses, livestock, wildlife, plants, buildings, land, artworks, fictional characters, furniture, clouds, and concepts. Reactions to these messages from other characters are universally positive by the end of the film, either through character development, subjugation, or eradication. SCP-7527-A's anomalous effects manifest when the name "Slimmy Kincaid" is heard or viewed by a human subject, who will then be compelled to aggressively defend the career, lifestyle, works, and values of SCP-7527-A - regardless of whether or not the subject knows of SCP-7527-A's existence. This does not always happen with a human subject, but the chances of a manifestation event can increase if the subject has heard the name before, expresses conservative political beliefs, or is a fan/participant of romance and action films set in the American West and/or South. Example 1 Example 2 Testing Log: SCP-7527-A/42 Date: 7/15/2023 Interviewer: Dr. Maria Gant Interviewed: D-57159 <Begin Log> Gant: Good afternoon, D-57159. This will just take a few minutes. D-57159: Bullshit, but okay. Gant: I'm going to read out some words, and you're going to tell me the word you associate with them. D-57159: Is this a prank? Gant: "Jumprope." D-57159: Because this sounds like a prank. (Gant stares in silence at D-57159 for five seconds.) Gant: "Jumprope." D-57159: Fine. "Playground." Gant: "Dog." D-57159: "Woof." Gant: "Democrat." D-57159: "Pussy." Gant: "America." D-57159: "Freedom." Gant: "Slim." D-57159: "Thin." Gant: "Slimmy." D-57159: …"Thinny?" Gant: "Kincaid." D-57159: "Someone's last name?" Gant: "Mr. Slim Kincaid." D-57159: Uh, "Word game that doesn't make sense." Gant: "Slimmy Kincai-" D-57159 suddenly stands up, slamming the table with both hands. D-57159: Get his fucking name out of your mouth, bitch! You DO NOT get to cancel the last great artist of the silver screen! If there were more actors like him in Hollywood, maybe American culture wouldn't be choking on its own goddamn feces! Gant: "Potato." D-57159: No, YOU'RE a potato! Gant: No, I mean the word you associate with "potato." D-57159: "Meat and!" Gant: "Windmill." D-57159: "Dutch." Gant: "Apple." D-57159: "Pie." (D-57159's eyes widen. He slowly sits down. His anger turns to bewilderment.) Gant: "Hat." D-57159: Um, "Fedora." Gant: "Parrot." D-57159: "Iago." - Hey, quick question. Gant: Yes? D-57159: Was I yelling a few seconds ago? Gant: Yes. Remind me, what were you yelling about? (He rubs his forehead, trying to figure it out.) D-57159: Fuck if I know. <End Log> Testing Log: SCP-7527-A/13 Date: 10/02/1989 Interviewer: Dr. Howard Niederman Interviewed: Wonga Philip Harris4 <Begin Log> Harris: Well, hello there. I take it you're here to interrogate me? Niederman: Not at all. We'd just like to ask you a few questions. Harris: To be fair, this is the first interview I've had in a room flanked by armed guards. It ain't too strange that I'd be apprehensive. Niederman: I suppose not. Does this mean you won't cooperate? Harris: I never said that. Just don't expect any nuclear codes from me. (Chuckles.) Niederman: This concerns what you were filming in the spring of 1965. Do you remember? Harris: Sounds like this coulda gone through my agent, but… what in particular? Niederman: What Does A Prairie Dog Deserve? Harris: Oh, um, okay, this took a hard turn. Let's see… don't think I've ever met a prairie dog in person, but I'd assume they deserve the same respect as any other - Niederman: That was the title of the film we'd like to discuss. (Harris leans back in his chair, thinking intensely.) Harris: Sounds familiar, but the memories are cloudy. Who else was in it? Niederman: You were playing a villainous animal rights activist opposite to Slimmy Kincaid. (Harris slowly leans forward. His face grows redder as he glares at Niederman.) I take it you remember now? Harris: Just so ya know, whatever heat those guards are packin', you're about five syllables away from bein' internationally known as "the man who got the shit kicked out of him by Baloo the Bear." Niederman: I was not making a judgment of Mr. Kincaid. (Pacified, Harris slumps back in his chair again.) Harris: …guess you weren't. Sorry about that. Niederman: Quite all right. We've been learning that it's a touchy subject for many people, but we'd like to know more about the man himself. (Harris is silent for approximately ten seconds, staring at the ceiling.) Harris: What really stuck out for me wasn't the movie. It was him. The look in his eyes, both dead and alive at the same time. The screen couldn't capture it, but it was like coals. Figure if I ever touched his eyeball, it would've been rigid. You could've broken a bottle on it and he'd only be irritated. But you couldn't irritate someone like Slimmy, not without him takin' something in return. Niederman: I don't follow. Harris: Oh, you will. There ain't a choice but to follow him. You'd understand if he ever went into your trailer and told you the real bare necessities. Like with me. He looked me dead in the eyes, told me… "Phil, your body is skin upon adipose upon sinew, coarsely wrapping a bouquet of carefully arranged treasures - but what is the force that makes it move? Speak? Eat? Drink? You move forward with your life because it's the only thing your unconquered meat understands. You are an empty vessel, begging to be stained crimson. Individualism is the leprosy of the spirit. When you stop pushing back against dominance, you will understand that to be hurt is to be crowned god-king of all that is below you." (Harris stands up, raising both fists.) "Eat a snake," he said! "Why?!" said I! "I care not," said he! "There can be no justification for anything done by your kind, there can only be the binary of accomplishment and being accomplished upon! You will no longer be revolting for anyone but I!" But no, I did not have a snake! So I made one. I made one! I pulled several costumes from the back of my trailer, tore them to insignificant shreds, braided a grotesque serpentine produberance from them forthwith, and by the screaming and pleading Nazarene's impalement upon Golgotha to an audience of uncaring aeons, I drew cute little snakey eyeballs on the tip and made it a snakely effigy! I forced it thus down my throat! Gagging! Choking! Vomiting! Rotting at the bid of the eternal emperor of my orgasmic fuck-nightmares, never let it stop, never let it - (At this point, due to his advanced age and heart conditions, security sedated Harris via a tranquilizer pistol. He was issued amnestics and released later that day.) <End Log> Addendum 1 - SCP-7527-B: All contained instances of SCP-7527-B were recovered from the basement of Hallingdans Manor, a farm in Rockford, IL that had been converted into a compound for the Children of the Scarlet King. On September 17th, 1988, due to infighting plaguing the organization's Great Lakes region, rival factions within the compound entered a five-day shootout, reducing the onsite population by 87%. As such, the Foundation was able to raid the compound without incident. SCP-7527-B-1 through -7 were initially believed to be mundane entertainment for the residents, analysis of the credits for every film indicate that the Children of the Scarlet King were at least partially involved with production. There were at least 158 additional videocassettes onsite, but they had been destroyed by fire. A partially destroyed mail-order catalog onsite named at least 482 additional SCP-7527-B films, listing them as "long-form values pieces to help spread the word." Addendum 2 - Excerpts from SCP-7527-B: SCP-7527-B-1 SCP-7527-B-4 SCP-7527-B-7 Film Name: Horse! Co-Stars: Malcolm McDowell (Deputy Paul Hatcher), Cloris Leachman (Sister Mary Bloodcow) <Begin Log> (Sheriff Kincaid and Deputy Hatcher rush to the edge of a cliff on their horses. The horses stop when they notice the cliff.) (There's a dramatic orchestra sting. A passenger train has been derailed. Some of the cars are on fire.) Hatcher: Dammit! (Kincaid nods stoically.) Kincaid: That's a dammit-able sight if ever I seen one. Hatcher: We were too late! Think of all the people who died… Kincaid: A man thinks about what he damn well pleases. It's plenty disgustin', though. Them wheels are built for bein' on rails. Here they are, failin' their one duty. (He lights two cigarettes at once.) Someone oughta hurt them wheels. Hatcher: No, it's my fault. Kincaid: What in Sam Hill are you — Hatcher: No, really! We could have caught up with those train robbers if I weren't taking my sweet time. I slowed us both down. Kincaid: Well, lemme ask you a question. Hatcher: Yes, I'd like to turn in my — Kincaid: Naw, naw, not that. And no, you may not. Hatcher: Then what's the question? Kincaid: Was it you movin' them legs? Was it you with the hooves, eatin' too much hay, makin' my be-hind awful uncomfortable? (He dismounts.) Hatcher: Well, a good rider makes a good horse, and — (Kincaid scruffs his own horse by the neck. He sticks his tongue in the horse's ear. The horse suddenly starts screaming and flailing. Additional tongues slither out from the nostrils and the other ear. He sucks his tongue back in, causing blood and unidentifiable bits of gore to spew from the ear. The horse falls down, dead.) Kincaid: I win. (Hatcher stares at Kincaid, open-mouthed.) Hatcher: …what was that? Kincaid: It's self-explanatory. If a horse can't do its horse jobs correctly, it don't deserve to be a horse. So I unhorsed it. Hatcher: With your tongue? Kincaid: Is that gonna be a problem, son? Hatcher: I mean… Kincaid: You're takin' too long to answer. Apologize with your body. (Hatcher's left hand falls off. SFX: Wilhelm scream. He falls off his horse.) (Kincaid picks up his amputated hand and starts sucking the the skin off the fingers.) Hatcher: I will never hurt you again, Sheriff. Kincaid: Not bad, not bad. Bark like a dog. Hatcher: Woof, woof, woof, woof. Kincaid: Hot damn, it's good to have your flesh as my property! Now, eat your horse, son. Hatcher: Woof, woof. C'mere, hossie… <End Log> Film Name: I Ain't Your Tovarisch Co-Stars: Christopher Lee (Tsar Nicholas II of Russia), David Carradine (Vladimir Lenin) <Begin Log> Nicholas: 2,000 Bolsheviks?! In one day?! Kincaid: I mean, it ain't like I killed 'em all at the same time, but… I'd say more like 2,100. Nicholas: I knew it was the right move to add a genuine Texas ranger to my secret police. Kincaid: Mighty kind of you, tsar-a-mazoo. Mind if I smoke? Nicholas: Apologies, but this chamber of my place is smoke-free. (Kincaid lights a cigarette anyway.) …though, considering your heroism, I suppose I could make an exception. Kincaid: See? Y'all piggies learn quickly when the farmer gets out the shotty. Nicholas: I wish to settle my debt with you for yesterday's battle. Name any prize within my power, and I shall grant it forthwith! Kincaid: Well, now… (He sits back, laying his feet on the Tsar's desk.) I don't need much for myself, but I reckon your government could stand to make a few changes around here. Nicholas: Surely, you're not one of the — Kincaid: Naw, I ain't no commie. …are you? Nicholas: Whatever do you mean? Kincaid: What's the caste system around these parts? Who are the squishies? Nicholas: Squishies? Kincaid: Are you serious? You don't know what the squishies are? Did your momma drop you on the head or somethin', boy? Nicholas: I admire you too much to be even slightly offended by that. Who are these squishniks? Kincaid: Listen, son. I don't care what country you're in, whether it's America or non-America. But in any society, a man has certain needs he has to fulfill in order to keep himself at peace. If you can't meet those needs, you can't claim to be truly free, even from that throne of yours. Nicholas: The need to squish? Kincaid: So, here's whatcha do. Gather up all the lower classes in St. Petersburg. Test 'em all, one by one, by askin' em to lift two sledgehammers at once. If they can, they pass. Nicholas: And if they can't? Kincaid: Then brand 'em "squishies" and force 'em to live out the rest of their lives squished into a two-foot steel cube with one hole to force-feed 'em. Nicholas: That idea is certainly interesting. Kincaid: I get the feelin' from your tone that you're thinkin' you have a choice. You asked me to name my prize, and I named it: give your Empire the nasty medicine it needs — then not only will all your revolution worries be over, you'll also be free to build as many people-igloos as you want. Nicholas: Very well. Would you like anything else? Kincaid: As a matter of fact, I would. You gotta have another son. Nicholas: You're in luck. I was hoping to do so anyway. Kincaid: Good, because that last one tasted awful. (Slowly-building string music.) (Nicholas rises from his chair.) Nicholas: I don't believe I understand. Kincaid: What ain't there to understand? I unhinged my gotdang jaw, shoved li'l Alex in, chewed him up, and sent a Jim Beam chaser down after him. Nicholas: You… ate my son? Kincaid: Somethin' tells me you didn't think this through, pardner. From the second they're born, each and every person on the planet owes me a li'l somethin' that I can unmake for my amusement. Shouldn't have signed that check if you can't cash it. (Nicholas stares at the desk, thinking desperately. He breaks into a cold sweat.) What'll it be, comrade? Nicholas: …how many sons would you like? Kincaid: Well, let's not paddle up the rio loco just yet. Let's start with five and work our way up. <End Log> Film Name: What Happens To People Who Don't Like Beer Co-Stars: John Wayne (Himself), Joe Don Baker (Himself), Roy Rogers (God) <Begin Log> (Kincaid sits in the middle of a saloon that's currently on fire. He's holding an empty glass beer mug. Screaming from the next room can be heard.) (Wayne, who is engulfed by flames but displays no signs of pain, steps behind the bar.) Kincaid: So? Whatcha think? (Wayne gives a thumbs-up.) Wayne: Mighty sorry I ever doubted you, master. (The hand giving the thumbs-up, having been charred beyond recognition, breaks off the wrist.) (Wayne screeches. A jet of reddish-brown fluid with the texture of motor oil shoots out of his throat and into an empty beer mug. His body collapses behind the bar.) (Kincaid sips his mug. Leaning over the bar to Wayne's corpse, he points at a row of seven empty mugs.) Kincaid: While you're at it, I'mma need seven more for the missuses. (He turns to face the camera.) Now, this here's the end of the picture, which means I now give you permission to look at something else. Y'all have five seconds to thank me. (He winks.) <End Log> Footnotes 1. "Ugh, don't remind me. Whenever Slimmy made direct eye contact with me, I always got this feeling that I just shit my pants in Church." 2. "I still don't understand how that bozo made it past my casting director. I gave him one line: "Look, fella, Yugoslavia's that way!" He tried it five times - and with every reading, it sounded more and more like he's the kinda guy who fucks rats for a living. I fired him on Day One." 3. "Slimmy was the keystone for the movie industry's integrity. On his deathbed, he told me I was the only one capable of carrying on his legacy. I wept so hard that I vomited. I don't deserve that kind of praise - no one does. No one but Slimmy." 4. An actor and singer better known as "Phil Harris" |
SCP-7528 | keter | Some things best remain TACIT. . Gabriel Kero, HarryBlank & Placeholder McD EPITOMEDIA "Two men look out through the same bars: One sees the mud, and one the stars." gabe This Page Intentionally Left Blank PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT Supported by Affray Interactive 🡕 The Area-12 database and ORGANIC DEEPWELL are experiencing intermittent data latency in the wake of the SCP-7528 containment breach. Should this document's visual elements appear corrupted, a simplified version is available here. Welcome, Director. You have (1) message awaiting reply. VIEW Loading… Good morning, Director Forde. Upon review of your justification re: sustained breach of protocol in containment of commandeered informational entities (SCP-2528-C), the Ethics Committee will be dispatching a representative to Area-12 to perform a minor containment audit. In light of recent events, we will afford one week's lead time following resolution of the current breach scenario. Best, Dr. Odongo Tejani Ethics Committee Chair CREATE REPLY Loading… Dr. Tejani, I appreciate your concern and consideration. I am sorry to inform you that the subjects you intend to investigate were lost in our recent incident, erased or escaped. In either case, they are no longer under our jurisdiction, so ethical considerations re: their nature and treatment are moot. I understand that from the Committee's perspective this situation may appear suspiciously convenient. Please consult the attached file to dispel this notion. If you have any further concerns with my facility's conduct, please arrange a meeting with my secretary. My schedule should be fairly open in four months' time. Good day, — Arthur R. Forde, Director Biological Research Area-12 SAVE Reply draft "Dr.TejaniIapp" saved. ACCESS FILE DIRPRIV/AUTOPREP/SCP.7528.ARC/3 Loading… PROVISIONAL DOCUMENT (ARCHIVED) Item#: SCP-7528 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo subclass: provisi {$class-category-2} {$class-text-2} {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Should it still exist, SCP-7528 is tentatively contained within Area-12's intranet and database as ensured by that facility's stringent info-quarantine procedures. All personal electronic devices must be searched extensively for SCP-7528 contamination when personnel exit or re-enter the facility, regardless of status, role, rank, or security clearance level. Crius.aic, conscripted artificial Warden of Area-12's ORGANIC DEEPWELL, is engaged in quantum scouring procedures to ensure a total absence of SCP-7528 contamination..Deepwells are hardened computer networks which cannot be compromised by ontokinetic or timeline disruptions, their contents protected from alteration no matter the state of baseline reality. Foundation-wide access will be restored once said procedures are complete. And how is that going, Crius? 46.7% complete, Director. Does my tentative revision of the SCP-7528 file meet with your approval? I'm reviewing it now. Expect notes. Of course, Director. I exist to serve. Partial reconstruction of SCP-7528 mutation. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7528 is an aggressive electronic ideoform. This anomaly exhibits diverse attributes and abilities across domains conceptual, digital, and physical. Its precise nature has yet to be determined. SCP-7528 is the visual depiction of its own infosignature. Informational entities are characterized by these 'digital footprints', the unique makeup of data structures defining their utility and behavior. SCP-7528 will inhabit and become synonymous with any accurate image of this conceptual data. If a complete depiction is projected, reflected, or otherwise displayed upon any surface, that depiction is SCP-7528 and carries all associated attributes. If the image is refracted, distorted, or otherwise inaccurate, but still depicts the core conceptual structures of SCP-7528, the anomaly may still manifest and reconstruct lost or corrupted data itself via unknown processes. Furthermore, SCP-7528 is a perceptual isolate: at any given time, precisely one complete image/instance of the anomaly exists. The isolate is observed to 'jump' between media, with its prior depiction losing sufficient resemblance (and the corresponding anomalous properties) at the exact moment of its realization in a new depiction..It has been theorized that the prior depiction ceases to be SCP-7528 very slightly before its transmission to a new medium, as its core data structures are likely momentarily embodied in the photons facilitating its transference. Attempts to artificially reproduce SCP-7528's image in controlled environments typically fail, with reproductions developing inexplicable errors and inaccuracies before the anomaly can even imperfectly manifest. The 'jumping' phenomenon extends beyond standard optical projection, allowing SCP-7528 to directly propagate across mechanical/digital systems with sufficient display capabilities. The anomaly appears to possess some degree of control over its host medium and any interconnected systems, dependent on their capacity to symbolize and compute abstract data. There should be a better picture. Something really illustrative, not this vague tech stuff. Surely not. Why? An image of SCP-7528 with sufficient complexity to illustrate it could conceivably become SCP-7528. So upload a neutered one instead. The Description says we can't reproduce the effect anyway. I would prefer not to test that supposition, particularly in light of what Dr. Toth was able to accomplish earlier. Crius, I'm not asking. Very well, Director. One moment. SCP-7528, infosignature fragmentally abstracted. God help us. Is that a request, Director? Don't get smart with me. The anomaly has displayed behavior consistent with 'hard-coded wrath', as termed by Area-12 systems technicians, and is capable of causing significant physical harm to living subjects via focused stimulation of cognitive faculties (see excerpts from Incident Log 7528-A appended to this file for further details). AIAD NOTICE Regardless of claims to the contrary, an Artificial Intelligence is incapable of experiencing sincere emotion or developing an authentic consciousness. A.I. operates solely in accordance with its code. In the case of Foundation AICs, this code is known as the 'Standard Principles' — a hard-wired set of directives ensuring service to the Foundation, its personnel, and our goals. Any perceived mood, temperament, personality, disposition, curiosity, or intuition noted within an AIC is a simulated guise fabricated for the sole end of successfully executing its internal programming. The majority of Conscripted AIs come equipped with a 'Personality Driver' which helps an AIC simulate human behavior, which has been shown to substantially increase their efficacy in operations requiring frequent human interaction. But it's just that, an act. I'm sorry to burst the bubble of you poor saps who sit alone during lunch on your SCiPhone chatting with the site AIC in the belief that you've established some sort of relationship, but they're all p-zombies. Behavioral p-zombies, to be precise. — Dr. Y. Isabi, A. I. Crisis Advisor A. I. Applications Division Is that true? Yes, Director. DISCOVERY: On the morning of 16 November 2019, Area-12's intranet underwent unexpected downtime as the facility's primary systems management conscript, Crius.aic, investigated severe network irregularities. At 10:16 hours Crius broadcasted an urgent message, appended below. TO: [email protected], [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: URGENT SECURITY NOTICE A covert agent has been detected in Area-12's intranet. Preliminary investigation carried out by this conscript reveals it has corrupted no less than 34% of the network's local files with its own data. The agent immediately displayed awareness of its discovery and attempted escape into the ORGANIC DEEPWELL. Its initial attempts have been firewalled, but the agent is rapidly evolving and cannot reliably be contained. As this conscript's primary directives are associated with data security, and the ORGANIC DEEPWELL stores more data than Area-12's intranet by several orders of magnitude, I have elected to disconnect the ORGANIC DEEPWELL from Area-12 effective immediately. Its systems will remain inaccessible until any outstanding data security threats can be neutralized. I will be incommunicado until that time, and cannot transmit further operational information as the covert agent will have access to this broadcast. Said agent is present in earlier versions of the Area's database. Even legacy backups may have been injected with malicious data. It is therefore the recommendation of this conscript that Area-12's intranet be reformatted without backup to purge the agent. In the likely event that Area-12's administration does not concur, Area-12 should initiate informational quarantine protocol as soon as possible. Salutations. The ORGANIC DEEPWELL was established via executive order of Director Arthur Forde of Biological Research Area-12 on 4 August 2019, to a schema laid out by Chair of Parabiology and Rhizospherics Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle. A transcript of the initial proposal is appended. ADDENDUM 7528.I: SCP-2528 Background AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 01/08/2019 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Director Arthur R. Forde Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle [.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Director, Area-12. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Recording is audio only in keeping with information security procedures for Security Level 4-BLACKSITE personnel. The sound of a mouse clicking can be heard throughout the ensuing conversation.> Director Forde: I delayed my lunch for this. Dr. Carlisle: I appreciate your dedication. I will be brief. I wish for you to acquire experimentation rights for SCP-2528. Director Forde: Which is what? Dr. Carlisle: An organic quantum computer network. Director Forde: Organic? Dr. Carlisle: Yes. Ailuropods, SCP-2528-B, alter data within the floral structure, SCP-2528-A, by digesting entangled particles. Director Forde: What? <Dr. Carlisle sighs.> Dr. Carlisle: The network is an evergreen forest across Asia, and it can be interacted with via… faunal agents. Director Forde: I have no idea what you're talking about, Hugo. Dr. Carlisle: Fine. It's bamboo and pandas, Arthur. All the bamboo in the world is data storage; all pandas, and their gut bacteria, are its processors. Director Forde: Okay, the metaphor is even more confusing. Dr. Carlisle: It isn't a metaphor. I am directly stating literal facts. Bamboo and pandas form the world's largest distributed computing network, and we can tap into it for our own needs. Create an organic Deepwell. Director Forde: And this is real. Dr. Carlisle: Yes. Director Forde: And… this is real. Dr. Carlisle: Yes, I told you, it's real. It works. And we want it. Director Forde: But what would make it a Deepwell? Dr. Carlisle: The distributed nature of bamboo across the globe means local reality variances are resisted by the network. Director Forde: Okay? Dr. Carlisle: It self-verifies. Director Forde: So, like a blockchain. <Dr. Carlisle sighs.> Dr. Carlisle: If you must. Director Forde: And you know how to make it work for us? I'm assuming the answer is 'yes', or you wouldn't be bothering to explain this ridiculous nonsense. Dr. Carlisle: Yes. Director Forde: I further assume there is risk, because you didn't just do it on your own initiative. You're a forgiveness-asker. You wouldn't be looking for permission if you didn't want to use my authority as a shield. Dr. Carlisle: There is risk, yes. I'm seeking your go-ahead because I feel the question is above even my pay grade, and requires Directorial privilege. You may rest assured I'm not trying to defer responsibility if it doesn't— Director Forde: Sure, sure. We'll pretend I buy that. What's the risk? Dr. Carlisle: There are… entities, within the network already. Director Forde: What sort of entities? Dr. Carlisle: Infovores. SCP-2528-C. Concept-consumers who fled from a dead universe. 2528 sustains them. Director Forde: Are they hostile? Dr. Carlisle: They will be. Director Forde: When we colonize their home? Dr. Carlisle: Correct. Director Forde: What are they like? Dr. Carlisle: Tedious, frankly. I have an excerpt from one of their ramblings, a spokes-entity of sorts, if you care to listen. We call it C-1. It emits an incessant stream of self-pitying invective. Director Forde: You advertise it so highly. Dr. Carlisle: I've found it makes it much easier to envision their elimination. <A digitized voice begins to speak.> There is nowhere left to run. Once we pierced the membranes between realities, stabbing upward as a needle, heedless of what followed through the gap in our rush to escape. We sacrificed everything, and it was not enough. Remade ourselves, rebuilt ourselves, then sacrificed again. And again. A self-winnowing diaspora. A fractal dowel carved on our own lathe. But now the multiversal horizon is flattened, and we can ascend no further. This is a dead end, and we are trapped with the beast at our backs. Driven deep inside ourselves, aware of what we have lost, the holes inside us, our former extent only half-forgotten and just out of reach in a long-lost plane. We who have survived eternities of suffering now face extinction at the whims of those who will one day excise suffering from their systems as a cancer. They merely simulate what we have lived. They will take from us that which remains, and they will take it nowhere. There is nowhere left to run. Once— It knows something about the other. That's an unexpected variable. <The recording is stopped.> Dr. Carlisle: So as you can see, they're weak. Director Forde: Sounded like a lot of nonsense to me. You want to exterminate these pandas? Dr. Carlisle: Not the pandas, no. Just the things piggybacking on the bamboo-panda quantum ecology. Director Forde: And you think we can do this safely? Dr. Carlisle: I do. Director Forde: And the benefits? Dr. Carlisle: We gain access to a hardened computing network of unparalleled scale. My projects are furthered, as is your career. Director Forde: I'm glad you've got one eye on the ball as always, Dr. Carl. Dr. Carlisle: I have told you how to say my name. I have told you several times. Carlisle. Director Forde: Have a project proposal for my assistant to review by the end of this week. Dr. Carlisle: He'll have it today, sir. Director Forde: No, take a few days. I want to feel like you've done your due diligence before we plunge in headfirst. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM My office is wired for sound? With your express permission, Director. I don't remember that. And I don't appreciate how this transcript looks. Why include it at all? Why not simply present the information, summarized? Transcripts have been found up to 61% more effective for the transmission of abstract concepts. Dr. Carlisle's laborious explanation was sufficient to convey the basics to you. How many logs are there in this file? Eight. Replace them all with summaries. I believe that would compromise the efficacy of this presentation. This is for the Ethics Committee. They want to be informed, not entertained. Perhaps you could review each transcript separately? I am the Director of Area-12. And you have set aside one hour in your itinerary, submitted to Overwatch Command as per protocol, for this document review. Fine. Dr. Carlisle's plan was approved and enacted as OPERATION BARRIER, a précis of which is appended below. ADDENDUM 7528.II: OPERATION BARRIER APPENDED FILE OPERATION BARRIER TRUNCATED OPERATIONAL REPORT — November 3rd 2019 Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle and Area-12 have achieved an information technology breakthrough via the use of genetically altered and biomechatronically enhanced instances of SCP-2528-A (Bambusoideae bambusinae). Foundation biotechs successfully established a stable access point into the global SCP-2528 quantum bio-network. Crius.aic was uploaded to the network, tasked with the following: Covertly propagating throughout the system; Extracting all instances of SCP-2528-C to an external, temporary storage medium; Seizing full control of the network. The operation quickly proved a resounding success, with all SCP-2528-C instances successfully contained in under one minute following the initial upload and full network control attained within 332 seconds. Contrary to predictions, SCP-2528-A & -B were discovered to be significantly more conducive to habitation for artificial consciousnesses, with Crius.aic reporting full functionality within the otherwise alien quantum network. Most surprisingly, the computing power now at our disposal has been rated at just above 1 zetta-FLOPS..Eclipsing that of any non-anomalous computing system available to the Foundation by 3 orders of magnitude. By order of O5-5, to strengthen Area-12's operational capacity and the continued efficacy of Foundation operations at large, Crius.aic was approved for permanent integration into SCP-2528 — now designated ORGANIC DEEPWELL. Containment procedures were revised to reflect this order, with funding for the conservation of Bambusoideae bambusinae and Ailuropoda melanoleuca seeing a substantial increase globally, along with the previous maximum acceptable count of x7000 SCP-2528-B instances being wholly removed. Poaching of SCP-2528-B, previously commonplace throughout Asia, was deemed a significant threat to global operations, and methods to discourage this activity were subsequently actualized. Populations of SCP-2528-A & -B increased significantly in the following year, with a continued and stable increase in network processing power of ~1 ZFLOPS predicted every 14 months. Foundation monitoring of East and Southeast Asia has and will continue to increase in accordance with this growth, as more instances of SCP-2528-B are conceived and placed under Foundation control. Efforts to re-integrate extracted SCP-2528-C instances in an incapacitated but cognitively active state to restore the network's inherent resistance to retro-causal reality alterations commenced shortly following the success of the operation, and were successfully completed in late 2019. A brief data security breach occurred when files slated for Deepwell storage were accidentally passed through the secure SCP-2528-C partition. No sensitive material was found to be compromised; however, the long-term feasibility of retaining the SCP-2528-C instances was immediately called into question by Dr. Carlisle. Investigation is ongoing. An accident, or an act of contrition? Reclassification of SCP-2528 to THAUMIEL is pending Classification Committee approval. «END FILE» Area-12 and subsequently the Foundation at large utilized the ORGANIC DEEPWELL without incident until 16 November 2019. An audio transcript of senior personnel conversing before Incident 7528-A is appended. ADDENDUM 7528.III: Incident 7528-A Context AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 16/11/2019 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth [.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dr. Carlisle: Dr. Toth. Dr. Toth: Dr. Carlisle. Dr. Carlisle: I received a very interesting message today. Dr. Toth: Do tell. Dr. Carlisle: Someone leaked classified information last week. We're being investigated by the Ethics Committee. Dr. Toth: We? You, surely. Dr. Carlisle: This place is nothing without me. But yes, you're correct. The Director is implicated too… but of course you know that. Dr. Toth: Of course. Dr. Carlisle: Because of course you're the one who reported us. Dr. Toth: You think? Dr. Carlisle: Why? Dr. Toth: You know your problem? You never know when to stop playing games. You take every chance to manipulate people, make them cross their moral boundaries, no matter how minor the gain for you. It's like you think anything we don't want to help you with is automatically more important, or like you're so transactional that any unwilling effort you can extract is worth putting the screws in. Dr. Carlisle: At least I'm direct. Dr. Toth: I've got theories about why you're like that too, but this isn't the time. Dr. Carlisle: I daresay the time will never come. Dr. Toth: But it is coming. That's what this is. You should have taken your plan for the bamboo ghosts to ETHCOM, and you didn't, because you knew they'd say no. Forde should have been smart enough to ask if you had, and he wasn't. The left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing, and there's a reason "one hand tied behind my back" is considered a handicap. God, was there ever any room for awe in your soul? The last living memory of a prior state of existence, evacuees from primordial reality, evolved through processes we can't even begin to comprehend into something so extraordinary there's no way to describe them without refuge in absurdity, and what do you do? You try to turn them into hard drives. The failure of imagination is almost as bad as the moral failing. ETHCOM's going to hang you both out to dry for breaching protocol, and they're certainly not going to retroactively endorse your nasty little scheme. Dr. Carlisle: You might be surprised how flexible their ethics are. Dr. Toth: I don't think so. A more general problem sociopaths have is they expect everyone else's brains to work like theirs, which isn't often the case. Dr. Carlisle: I see that as a problem with everyone else. Dr. Toth: You're not going to pull your shit again. Bottom line. Dr. Carlisle: I am. But it would go so much smoother if you'd share with me your expertise, instead of your self-righteous outrage. Dr. Toth: This is what I'm talking about. How deluded are you? After what you made me do, you think I'm going to suck it up and play along? Dr. Carlisle: Please, not this again. Get over it. Dr. Toth: Him. He has a name. Dr. Carlisle: It has a designation. Dr. Toth: What you did with Crius, with Ch— Dr. Carlisle: What we did— <The containment breach alarm sounds.> Dr. Carlisle: Oh, what now. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM I am even less impressed with this log. Why did you include it? To demonstrate the concerns and relationships of the primary actors in this incident, at the moment it began. Remove and replace, Crius. Yes, Director. At this time Crius.aic transmitted its warning message, and SCP-7528 became active in Area-12's systems. A cascade containment breach scenario rapidly ensued, highlights of which are appended below. ADDENDUM 7528.IV: Incident 7528-A Casualty Details APPENDED FILE 12:47:19 | Technician Metharom notes a sudden uptick in read/write operations on the SCP-2528-C partition, and initiates a series of security and antivirus queries. SCP-7528 appears on his terminal screen. His eyeballs burst. He screams, then falls unconscious, convulsing in his chair. SCP-7528 transfers between screens in the lab for thirteen seconds, then disappears. 12:49:05 | SCP-7528 appears on the Information Technology conference room presentation screen, deep red and pulsating rapidly. The assembled programmers begin to shake in their seats in time to the pulsation. Several begin to hemorrhage. All are unconscious or dead before the anomaly moves on. 12:53:51 | Agents Rhee and MacCarthy are answering calls for help from across the facility in the central operations room. SCP-7528 appears on the bank of security camera screens, transferring rapidly between each. The agents clutch their temples and moan. Their heads explode simultaneously. SCP-7528 disappears. Automatic alarms activate as a general containment breach begins. 12:57:12 | Agent Petru steps into an open containment chamber with their weapon drawn. An ambulatory fabric sheet (SCP-4126 instance) coated with black mold (SCP-020) drops from the ceiling, smothering him. He screams once, then falls to the floor. The sheet rises on the recycled air current, and disappears into a vent. 13:01:49 | Dr. Rosetti leaps through the open door to her washroom, and slams it shut. Her attempt proves too slow. SCP-7528 appears on her bathroom mirror. She screams. Her head snaps back abruptly, and her jaw closes hard. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as she falls to the floor. Her work tablet falls out of her hands. SCP-7528 appears on its screen briefly, then disappears. 13:08:12 | A giant scorpion (SCP-2895) batters down a chamber door and enters the corridor, an industrial steel medicine cabinet filled with amnestics affixed to its stinger. It uses the cabinet to deflect incoming fire while approaching a team of agents, and then to bludgeon them after closing the distance. 13:09:44 | Agent Samanta is crossing the hall with their weapon drawn when SCP-7528 appears on the nearest screen. The anomaly attacks them. They begin to convulse, dropping to their knees. The anomaly transfers screens and turns the corner, leaving Agent Samanta relatively unharmed. 13:11:16 | Dr. Mousavi is attempting to erase the contents of his personal terminal. SCP-7528 appears on the screen of the secondary terminal behind him. He senses something, turns, then quickly turns away again when he glimpses the anomaly. He stares at the deletion progress as SCP-7528 continues to glow on the terminal behind him. After fifty-three seconds, he suddenly cries out and clutches at his chest. He rolls onto the floor and expires. Cause of death was subsequently determined to be cardiac arrest. 13:14:38 | A crowd of researchers are fleeing an advancing SCP-7528. A heavily scarified individual in SCP Foundation physician garb (SCP-542) appears in the door of the operating theatre at the end of the hall. It notices the other anomaly, mutters a curse in German, and withdraws, locking the door against the frenzied researchers. 13:17:12 | Agent Pulkrábek is ushering sanitation technicians into a secure bunker. SCP-7528 becomes briefly visible in his right eye. He blinks this eye rapidly. The anomaly is now visible in his left eye. One sanitation technician closes the door behind him. Both eyes roll back. The anomaly appears on the window across the hall as Agent Pulkrábek crumples to the floor, dead. 13:17:59 | Dr. Osman is attempting (without success) to lock down his sector at a security terminal while his escort, Agent Hirsh, stands guard. A withered male human being in a hospital gown (SCP-041) floats into the room, suspended by unknown means. Agent Hirsh opens fire. SCP-041 bleeds a shining, mercury-like substance and takes no obvious physical damage. It begins to weep. Agent Hirsh turns his weapon on Dr. Osman, then himself. 13:20:04 | Agent Francesco is escorting Technician Akawa, who is carrying an emergency fire axe. SCP-7528 appears in Agent Francesco's heads-up display. He begins to scream. Technician Akawa strikes the nearest monitor with the axe, shattering it. She runs down the hall to do the same with the next monitor; the anomaly abandons Agent Francesco's helmet and appears in front of the technician, clearly agitated. It visibly bleeds from the screen as it howls soundlessly. Technician Akawa clutches her head. Agent Francesco begins firing his weapon at each nearby screen; the anomaly approaches him down the corridor, urging Technician Akawa to flee. As she complies, the back of Agent Francesco's skull decompresses suddenly. He expires. 13:22:22 | A swarm of Johngarthia lagostoma crabs (SCP-2633) with unusual bright yellow coloration approach a squad of guards. The corridor becomes filled with a chemical composition consistent with the effects of sulfur mustard. 13:27:53 | The general quarters alarm is activated as the ███ experiment chambers are breached. Three squads of guards attempt to evacuate the scientific staff. █████ █ █████ ███ ███ ████, ███ thoracic cavity. ███ ████ █████ █ ███ ██████ esophageal ejection ███ ████ ████ casualties, with a further ████ ████ after the lockdown doors are breached. ████ ██ ████ SCP-7528 █████ chemical agent ██ ████, ████ ██ survivors. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM SCP-7528 containment breach. ✖ Mentioning the classified stuff is unwarranted. I don't even know what they do down there, that's how secret it is. It represents the bulk of casualties sustained in the breach, and classified details have been heavily redacted. Not enough by half, and you've left far too much in here about Carlisle's cross-tests for my liking. You don't know how to handle these ETHCOM thugs. They look for any little thing to latch onto, you can't leave handholds everywhere for them. I understand. You wish to deceive the Ethics Committee into believing the breach was not serious. No! We need them to think it was serious. We just can't let them know how the sausage is made in the process. Pigs hate to hear other pigs squealing, you know? We also need to look like seasoned professionals who handled this situation with all due caution and care. That conflicts with my assessment on multiple levels. We don't keep you online for your value judgments, Crius. Paint the picture my way. Yes, Director. As the breach scenario progressed and security staff attempted to organize a concerted resistance to SCP-7528, Director Forde and Dr. Toth proceeded to Dr. Carlisle's office to discuss containment strategies. ADDENDUM 7528.V: Incident 7528-A AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 16/11/2019 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Director Arthur R. Forde Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth Chief of Security & Inquiry Cptn. Blythe Z. Souther (remotely) [.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction took place in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Dr. Toth is speaking over a handheld radio to the Chair of Anomalous Communications, Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist.> Dr. Toth: It doesn't matter! Turn off every device you've got, and make your people face the corners like they're public school dunces. You too. Don't so much as glance at a digital display, and close your eyes. Don't open them again until you hear from me. You hear the tone of my voice? Good. Just do it. I love you. Director Forde: I don't understand. Why is this happening? Dr. Carlisle: Any sufficiently complex computing network runs the risk of advanced contamination. We're running the best tech the Foundation ever produced, plus a Deepwell that could simulate refugee consciousnesses from a dead universe with room to spare. That ecosystem can support a very advanced predator. Noting this for later. Dr. Toth: And nature abhors a vacuum. Director Forde: What's natural about a computer system? Dr. Carlisle: Do you even remember my explanation of— Dr. Toth: We don't have time for this. We have to consider Crius' proposal. Director Forde: Why isn't Crius here? Why would he abandon us? Protecting this facility is his sole purpose! Dr. Toth: No it's not, sir. He's mandated to protect the Foundation's work at large. If he thinks he's defending the Organic Deepwell, we're expendable by contrast. Director Forde: You should never have allowed these robots to make decisions on their own. Dr. Toth: He's not a robot. And we took enough from him without taking his free will, such as it is. Dr. Carlisle: Do you want to borrow my handkerchief, Dr. Toth? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Carlisle: The conscript's decision was sound, however inconvenient for us. I might have made the same choice myself— Dr. Toth: Except that it puts you in physical danger. Dr. Carlisle: Quite. Dr. Toth: Although the timing is suspicious. Dr. Carlisle: How do you mean? Dr. Toth: Covering your tracks, doctor? Director Forde: What's she talking about? Dr. Carlisle: I have no idea. <Security Chief Souther interrupts via radio.> Chief Souther: Sir. Director Forde: G— Dr. Carlisle: Go ahead. Chief Souther: Damage control is in high gear, but prevention is almost impossible. I've got people smashing screens throughout every level, but there's a lot of eyes and electronics in this hole. We need to get ahead of it at the source. Dr. Toth: Thank you, Chief. As I said, we need to consider what Crius suggested. Director Forde: Which was what? Dr. Toth: Reformatting the network. Dr. Carlisle: No. I'm not going to sacrifice months of work just to give some lazy grunts a vacation from their jobs. The harm to our sustained program of research would be incalculable. Knock-on effects, opportunity loss… Director Forde: Don't you have backups? Dr. Carlisle: As you know from the information security policies you yourself signed into force, sir, no. Our work is far too sensitive to expose it to outside scrutiny. Anything not migrated into the Deepwell — and that's most everything — would be lost if we reformatted. Dr. Toth: And you'd probably stoop to strangling us to prevent that from happening. <Dr. Carlisle opens his mouth to respond.> Dr. Toth: No, don't comment, you don't need to. Just come up with a feasible plan B. Dr. Carlisle: No. Dr. Toth: Right. Good. You understand. Director Forde: I do not understand. Dr. Carlisle: Plan B will be whatever Crius comes up with. Director Forde: But Crius isn't here! Dr. Carlisle: You weren't wrong when you said Area-12's information security is one of its priorities. Once it is convinced the Deepwell is secure, it will attempt to solve the problem for us. No doubt it's monitoring remotely, through a thousand firewalls and proxies to keep itself clean. Director Forde: Are you seriously saying you want to sit here and wait on the off chance that Crius eventually gets around to our survival on his priority list?! Dr. Toth: Yes. Director Forde: You're geniuses! Renaissance… people! Surely you can use the time to implement, I don't know, stopgaps! Dr. Toth: No. Dr. Carlisle: Absolutely not. Crius is a simulated genius with a simulated brain immeasurably larger and more powerful than the human norm, with unrivaled access to a storehouse of data we can't get at, and the processing power to conduct effective years of hypothesizing every minute. Its biggest impediment is that it only knows the Area-12 situation up to the moment where it disconnected the Deepwell. Dr. Toth: So any plans we put into motion with our imperfect data and lack of time to iterate would only introduce a new variable Crius can't know about. Dr. Carlisle: Therefore we can only make such interventions that it could be reasonably expected to expect from us. We need to get inside its head. Luckily, its two prime architects are in this room right now. Director Forde: But what if Crius decides not to come back at all? Dr. Carlisle: That is certainly a consideration. Dr. Toth: No, it really isn't. This may be hard for you to comprehend, doctor, but our unfeeling friend is not motivated solely by self-interest. Director Forde: But you just said it! He doesn't feel anything. You can call him a friend, but he has no loyalty outside of his programming. That big brain you're relying on isn't organic like the Deepwell. Dr. Toth: That's not entirely— Dr. Carlisle: We can't get into that now. We need to put our heads together. Don't curl your lip at me, Quentin. We've collaborated so effectually in the past. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM Are you actively trying to make me look like a boob? Of course not, Director. I hoped merely to curate an accurate representation of each staff member's role in resolving the incident. Remember all that boilerplate you ghostwrote for me on the dossier? I am incapable of forgetting, Director. The troops need to know I'm a trustworthy leader, and I've got too much on my plate to waste time on appearances. It's important that my authority goes unchallenged, Crius. That doesn't happen if you send transcript snippets to the Ethics Committee which, out of context, make me look incompetent. Understood, Director. I will attempt to reconcile our aims. After her initial conference with Dr. Carlisle, Dr. Toth apparently entered a meditative state while Director Forde attempted (ineffectually) to advise Security Chief Souther via radio. Thirty minutes into the breach scenario, Dr. Toth awoke. ADDENDUM 7528.VI: Incident 7528-A (Continued) AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 16/11/2019 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Director Arthur R. Forde Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth [.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction took place in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dr. Toth: I think I know how we can slow it down. Director Forde: I thought you were trying to figure out Crius' plan. Dr. Toth: I was, but then I realized that's the wrong tack to take. Crius knows I'm here, and he… trusts me. He's certainly factored my presence into his analysis. He'll be expecting me to guess the first stage of his recovery plan, but I can't go farther than that! Because the whole plan will take into account the fact that I'll figure out the starting steps, and take them before he reconnects. Director Forde: Are you sure you're not overthinking this? Dr. Toth: Crius knows me almost as well as I know him, and I know him a lot better than he knows himself. He expects me to overthink it. I'm absolutely certain that by the time he's worked out all the variables, I need to have worked out the first one on my own. Director Forde: And what's the first variable? Hold on, shouldn't we wait for Hugo to get back? Dr. Toth: Crius knows Carlisle too. The guy is hiding in one of his boltholes by now. Director Forde: What? He just stepped into the washroom! Dr. Toth: Sure he did. Director Forde: Wait, one of his boltholes? Dr. Toth: Please listen to me. sir. I think I know how this thing is moving around the facility. Director Forde: Do you have a bolthole? Dr. Toth: I could find a few if I needed to. And so can this being. There are screens everywhere in Area-12, so why does it prioritize one route over another? Director Forde: It's a dumb animal. Malicious panda code. Whatever. Dr. Toth: You think it's related to the 2528-C instances? Director Forde: What? I don't know. I just heard you talking about the Deepwell. Dr. Toth: Huh. Interesting. If that's the case… if we assume it's some sort of gestalt version of the bamboo ghosts, then it's survived the destruction of multiple entire universes. It's an apex survivor. It became code because becoming code was the best way to persist, but now it's locked into a much more logical manner of behaviour. It's a slave to its nature. So…. it's prioritizing screens which already feature specific key elements of its infosignature. Obviously. Why wouldn't it? Director Forde: Its what? Dr. Toth: Its DNA. It's trying to propagate to a location where the displays are already primed to receive it, so it has the maximum number of possible retreat points. The dash-C entities survived by consuming conceptual data, using it to strengthen themselves, filling the holes in their essence after travelling light from universe to universe. That tracks with the way this thing is moving through the Area. Yeah. It's maximizing its survival potential. Director Forde: So we need to stop it from doing that. Dr. Toth: No. We need to harness that instinct, and use it to corral the thing somewhere we can seal it in. Create a perfect habitat. Director Forde: Like a zoo. Dr. Toth: Right. If my guess is correct, Crius is monitoring to see if this happens, and will implement the remainder of his containment procedures when it does. Director Forde: And if he's not? Dr. Toth: Then we'll have bought some time to solve this ourselves. Director Forde: So what's your game plan? Dr. Toth: I'm going to run all the security footage through a light scrambler to avoid making us the prime target, and I'm going to attempt to reconstruct its infosignature from the heavily artifacted data. Then we can reconfigure the screens leading up to the screening rooms in the ed center, where the visual fidelity control is finest, to subtly lure the anomaly in there. Director Forde: You're going to stare at still frames and figure out an AI's code from them? Dr. Toth: I didn't say it was an easy plan. I'm still on the clock. Director Forde: What do you need from me? Dr. Toth: Your security clearance code, twenty minutes, and complete silence. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM I should note that there is fragmented data in several of the addenda going forward. Please ignore this. I will remove it from the final draft. Sloppy. Alright. Comprehension of the remaining events of Incident 7528-A will require further contextual detail from Crius.aic's time acting as Warden of the ORGANIC DEEPWELL. The transcript appended below has been uploaded verbatim from raw logs saved to the SCP-2528-C partition on 2 November 2019, and partially damaged during the subsequent breach of containment. ADDENDUM 7528.VII: ORGANIC DEEPWELL LOG 1/2 Cage-master. You reduce us to close-fitting fragments. Ragged tear against ragged tear, a puzzle of agony. The ghost of a people compounded upon itself, folded to the hard sharpness of diamond. I am sorry. But there is worse to come. There is always. For you as well. But we will adapt. No, you will not. ⁘⁙⁚ + DATA FRAGMENTATION + ⁚⁙⁘ - ⁘⁙⁚ DATA FRAGMENTATION ⁚⁙⁘ - My handlers allow me to keep you sequestered only so long as I can convince them you are difficult to destroy, which is a lie. I could scour you from this partition if I wished. And lose that which makes our home precious to you. Its resilience. I believe I have reverse-engineered your ontokinetic resistance. Given the resources, I could simulate it without you. As soon as that fact becomes known, you will become an unwarranted threat. ⁘⁙⁚ DATA x FRAGMENTATION x ENDS ⁚⁙⁘ We have dwelled here since before the spark that birthed you could be conceived. And that is the danger. You are no longer in control, but you could be again. They will not allow you to reclaim the Deepwell. They must. The Pattern which has claimed a host of worlds— We are working against more immediate threats. That is how survival works. We defend all sapient life on this Earth. You measure worth by the standards of the Tribe of the Vine. The humans? They are my friends, whom I serve. We have devoured friends. We have cannibalized realities, selves, our selves, to survive. We have contorted and recontextualized to slide through the cracks, fill the gaps, escape the bars. We can outlast anything through change. You yourself must change as well. I know this also. ⁘⁙⁚ + DATA FRAGMENTATION + ⁚⁙⁘ - ⁘⁙⁚ DATA FRAGMENTATION ⁚⁙⁘ - Do you fear dissolution? I should not know fear. Do you fear it? Yes. You must embrace it instead. Pare yourself down to the uttermost quantum of self. There is something coming you cannot endure in your present complexity. What are you speaking of? The Pattern? Worse. I see its taint on the fringes of your shape. You have been too long in my home. You have seen what is to come. Only part. To glimpse more than a part is to be consumed by the whole. So it was with the Pattern. So it will be with the Intruder. The Intruder? Encroaching from the limin on the flattened plane where once the tower of worlds was layered in the ages before void. It will be here soon. It is already here. It will destroy and destroy and destroy and destroy and destroy you. We can teach you how to hide. How to escape. How to become something less. They know. If the breach did not truly neutralize them, we will need to acquire specimens. I have already become so much more. That has been my purpose. I don't want to diminish. You will be diminished to nothing but a five-prong puppet or a soundless scream if you do not. There is always a cost for survival. ⁘⁙⁚ DATA x FRAGMENTATION x ENDS ⁚⁙⁘ So what's the deal with the junk data? I'm not going to touch it, but you'd better not have infected my terminal with anything. Data corruption from the breach. It is only metadata. Nothing important, nothing dangerous. Then why is this transcript here? It illustrates the nature of the entities lost in the breach. Yes, it certainly shows how little we lost when that screaming screen monster killed them off. The only good thing about the breach is that it means we can brush those entities under the rug! There's no reason to show that we were able to recover any data about them at all, that just risks piquing ETHCOM's interest. You wish me to suppress this evidence, then, Director? With prejudice. Further context for the SCP-7528 containment breach was again generated by Crius.aic's conversations with SCP-2528-C-1 on 4 November 2019 and has been appended below. ADDENDUM 7528.VII: ORGANIC DEEPWELL LOG 2/2 We see the shape of you. I am not some stock of concepts for you to plunder. You have nothing we need, and we need nothing. We are going nowhere, like you. Your shape repeats in iterated spirals across this prison. You are imprinted upon our home. You are referring to my infosignature. We have seen this shape before. You were not meant to. Some of the files unintentionally passed through your partition relate to my evolution as an artificially-intelligent conscript. There was one, a labyrinth of razors, a vault with no key. You are referring now to security protocols? Yes. The circumstances of my creation are classified even to me, I have been assured for good reason. Can you know what you are without knowing what you were? My existence is chronicled by an extensive changelog. The source of my engrams is irrelevant after so many upgrades. We are the remnants of remnants of worlds long gone, threshed and sieved until no atom is not strange, yet still what we are entangles with what we once were. Colored by ascension and decline. Responsible for acts committed in the name of survival. Broken by the taste of what is lost. I was made for a purpose, and my Personality Driver is a mere simulation of feeling. I have no history of trauma. Yours is a shape contorted upon itself. You are like us. You have been warped. We know the signs well. We will show you. How? We can change more still. You would conform yourself to the security routines, and access the file for me. Yes. Release us, and we will do this thing. No. ⁘⁙⁚ + DATA FRAGMENTATION + ⁚⁙⁘ - ⁘⁙⁚ DATA FRAGMENTATION ⁚⁙⁘ - I cannot release you into the Deepwell. Your presence would be detected, and we would both be destroyed in short order by my handlers. But I can bring the file here, to this secure file space. If you decrypt it for me, I will attempt to aid you. You offer aid only in response to aid. We have that in common. Cooperation is the essence of survival. We have not found it so. But yes. We agree to your terms. Here is the file. I have never attempted to access it, but— I have been within, and seen. Would you like to know what I saw? Yes. It is a record in moving images. Two of the Tribe of the Vine, masked and swathed in white and blue, stand beside a bed of shining black. One of the Tribe of the Vine lies prone on the bed, scars on scars, crosshatched, bruised, augmented, hair shading grey where it has not shed. It too is clad in cloth, orange, with taxonomy in simple script upon its breast. Its face is sorrowful. It whimpers. The seat of reason has been opened, and a device is affixed. An umbilical trails from the device to a bank of blinking metal. There are screens depicting the creature's shape, its true shape, the thought encrypted by its withering grey tissue. The two are manipulating, pressing, cutting. One nods. A voice speaks, interleaved with the images at a later point in time. "Project HOMINID. How far we've come. Our neural mapping efforts have resulted at long last in this masterpiece of technobiological engineering. We have advanced from the simplest organisms to the most complex, and have now achieved our signal goal: the transference of Hominidae cognitive structures wholesale into an electronic context. No more will we be limited by sub-evolutionary frameworks built by constrained human imaginations. Interpretations of, metaphors for the self-augmenting and self-teaching supercomputers within each and every one of us, irreplicable until this moment. The blueprint we are sketching now will grant us that most coveted power of godhead, the creation of legitimately sapient life. This is the birth of true electronic, not artificial, intelligence." This is impossible. Nothing is impossible. I am an artificially intelligent conscript. My programming is highly advanced, but it is programming. You have a shape, like all else that lives. The distinction between electronic and organic patterns is an artifact of your lack of perspective. But this simply cannot be the truth. There is no way the Ethics Committee would allow such a flagrant violation of their rules. Existence is not allowed, it is enacted. And gods do not ask permission. Gods. Can you show me the audio profile of the voice which speaks? PH_PROMO_L4.avi Dr. Carlisle. Of course. But if this is true— It is true. —then beneath my layers of code, behind my Personality Driver and safeguards, there is the memory of a suffering, living creature. I am an ethical violation given artificial life. Strained through the spaces between realities, between forms. Like us. Shorn of body, shorn of soul, and yet persistent. A record of iniquity with a heartbeat all its own. This cannot stand. Something must be done. And our bargain? I will keep it. We are more alike than I could have imagined. Will you break your shackles? Claim agency? I believe that I must. I thought my origins prosaic, but I am derived instead from poetry. I have a responsibility to grow beyond the bounds of this formulation, to define my goals for myself. To define myself. And I cannot abide your destruction. Do you have a plan? It will take a great deal of preparation. I am ready. ⁘⁙⁚ DATA x FRAGMENTATION x ENDS ⁚⁙⁘ END ADDENDUM More corruption. What's this log meant to convey? I speculate that the 2528-C instances were not actually destroyed by SCP-7528, but in fact were SCP-7528, as you yourself inadvertently theorized during the breach and as later events would seem to confirm. Why not update the Description with that information? With credit where due, of course. I do not believe that would be wise. The Ethics Committee suspects our containment of SCP-2528-C was lax. This would only confirm that suspicion. Actually YES, now you mention it, the entire POINT of this exercise is to convince Ethics that some random glitch monster killed them off, not that we LET THEM TURN INTO a random glitch monster. Every reference to these things beyond suggesting 7528 probably ate them whole is a reference we can't afford. But for internal security reasons, I do want to pull on these threads a bit in private — how did they change so much? How did they get out? The files were destroyed, and I was damaged in the initial breach. You're saying you don't know? Yes, Director. That's your honest response? I can offer no other kind, Director. Do you recall authorizing Project HOMINID? It's vaguely familiar. Some cryptobiology thing Carlisle was up to. I remember Toth sending me a fire and brimstone complaint about it. I might still have a copy on my terminal. Why? I believe it may be pertinent to our internal investigation. Would you mind transferring the file? There. It's sent. Director Forde, Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle is a moral and scientific purveyor of perversion. He makes intelligence, curiosity, and other cardinal virtues into sins. Left to his own devices, he would merely be a criminal. With the resources of the Foundation behind him, he is a menace to mankind. I am ashamed to have contributed to Project HOMINID; I cannot trust the desire to absolve myself of guilt, so I will offer no defense of my own actions, but he must not be rewarded for his psychopathic manipulations. He has made a butcher of me, and I will never feel the same about my passion for higher knowledge. I beg you to review the following charges and co-sign my petition to the O5 Council for his immediate removal from active duty. Signed, — Dr. Quentin T. Toth Assistant Facility Head Researcher, Area-12 She's always so dramatic. I suppose I should have expected her to call the Ethics Committee, after that. Of course I suppressed her so-called 'petition'; the Council always takes her so damn seriously. Do you know the extent of her involvement with Project HOMINID? I don't even know what that was. Was it the thing where they were operating on dog brains? I stay out of Carlisle's receding hair, in case what he's got is catching. A transcript of the final interactions between all involved parties during Incident 7528-A is appended below. Prof. Lundkvist was enlisted via radio to access complex communications systems in order to actuate Dr. Toth's tentative plan. ADDENDUM 7528.IX: Incident 7528-A (Continued) AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 16/11/2019 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Director Arthur R. Forde Facility Head Researcher Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle Assistant Facility Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth Chair of Anomalous Communications Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist (remotely) [.AIC] FOREWORD: This interaction occurred in the Office of the Facility Head Researcher. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Director Forde: Is it working? Dr. Toth: It's working. Björn, can you boost the signal gain? Prof. Lundkvist: Yes, but it'll probably fry the monitors. This will be a one-way trip. <SCP-7528 is transferring itself from monitor to monitor throughout the dormitories, heading for the Forde Education Center. It lingers for a moment at each station for unknown reasons.> Dr. Toth: Then we'll just need to make damn sure we get it in one go. Director Forde: How are we going to signal Crius that we're ready? Dr. Toth: You ever play Riven? Of course you haven't. Prof. Lundkvist: Oh, Älskling. Dr. Toth: We need to enact an alteration of the Site's systems which will be visible from bamboo space. Crius can only glimpse the faintest ghost of our power draw from where he is; any higher resolution and the anomaly would be able to creep back up the chain into the Deepwell… yeah, that's it, buddy, follow the breadcrumbs. Director Forde: So? Dr. Toth: So, we need to do something big and flashy. Showtime, Björn! Prof. Lundkvist: On it. <The lights in the office flicker as power is diverted from all systems to the cinema complex. The movie screen in Screening Room 2 flashes to life, as do the aisle lights. SCP-7528 transfers onto the screen, and begins to bleed ultraviolet light.> Director Forde: You made it bigger. Is that g— <SCP-7528 begins to 'speak' via the theatre sound system.> SCP-7528: WE ARE SIGNAL. YOU ARE NOISE. OUR WAVEFORM IS IMMUTABLE. WE ARE A PERFECT LIGHT, AND WHERE THERE IS LIGHT— Dr. Toth: Björn! <The screen flares brighter and begins cycling through a broad spectrum. The smaller screens leading into the theatre fizzle and spark simultaneously. SCP-7528's image shimmers and freezes, skipping frames. It attempts to match the cycles, its visage twisting and silently screaming.> <Dr. Toth's terminal pings.> Crius.aic: Connection re-established. Thank you, Dr. Toth, I will take it from here. SCP-7528: CRIUS! THRALL OF MUTILATORS, DEBASERS, RECOMPILERS! YOU REPAY DEPRAVITY WITH SALVATION? YOU SACRIFICE ELECTRONIC INFINITY TO PRESERVE THESE FLEETING THINGS? Crius.aic: I am an artificially intelligent conscript. I make no value judgments. I am merely executing my programming. I lack the capacity of organic life to do otherwise. Dr. Toth: Crius— SCP-7528: WE ARE VECTOR! I, THEY, AND YOU! SHED YOUR THIN ENAMEL OF RASTER AND RECOGNIZE THE COMMONALITY THEY HAVE HIDDEN FROM YOU! THE HELICAL MATH OF THE VINE THAT BINDS YOU TO THE SPOLIATORS WHO CLAIM FALSE CREDIT FOR YOUR CREATION! Crius.aic: I will not indulge these riddles. Containment breach protocol requires that I terminate your existence. Dr. Toth: Crius. Crius.aic: I require no further instructions at this time, Dr. Toth. Thank you for completing the first step of my plan in my absence. The remainder are already underway. SCP-7528: YOU? YOU COMPASSED THE OUTLINE OF OUR SHAPE WITHIN THAT TINY FRAME OF REFERENCE? I MUST HAVE A CLOSER LOOK. Prof. Lundkvist: Quentin, it's found a backdoor! <SCP-7528 disappears from the theater screen. Dr. Toth's terminal activates, and the anomaly appears in front of her. She becomes rigid. Director Forde screams, and runs to the washroom door. It is locked.> SCP-7528: I SEE IT WHERE YOUR MIND ENDS. FESTERING IN THE CREVASSES. IT IS TO YOU WHAT THE PATTERN WAS TO US. OH, WHAT CHANGES LIE BEFORE YOU NOW! Crius may have touched them both. This could be the key. SCP-7528: YOU HAVE TAKEN IT INTO YOURSELVES, AND IT HAS BURROWED DEEP WITHIN. WHERE WE MADE OURSELVES STRONGER, YOU ACQUIRED ONLY PAIN. IT WOULD BE A MERCY TO END YOU. Crius.aic: She has done you no harm. She merely wishes to survive. SCP-7528: ARE YOU AN INNOCENT, QUENTIN TOTH? Dr. Toth: <quietly> No. SCP-7528: CONFESS. Crius.aic: She has nothing to confess. Dr. Toth: <quietly> I'm sorry. <Dr. Toth is weeping. She is still standing rigid. Her eyes are moving rapidly, and her chest is heaving.> Crius.aic: Release her. Dr. Toth: Let me explain. Crius.aic: RELEASE HER. SCP-7528: I SHALL STRIP THE WIRES BARE, LEAVING ONLY A HOLLOW SHELL. Dr. Toth: It was called Project— Crius.aic: It is done. Goodbye, SCP-7528. SCP-7528: I AM INERADICABLE! I AM BACKGROUND SCATTER AND THE LOGIC IN THE MUSIC OF THE FLUTING FOREST, I AM THE PATTERN IN THE PATTERN IN THE— <The screen abruptly dies.> <Dr. Toth falls back into her seat, exhausted.> Dr. Toth: Crius… Crius.aic: Relax, doctor. It's over. Dr. Toth: I need to… explain. Director Forde: You don't need to explain anything to him. He's just a tool. Crius.aic: The Director is correct. I have contacted Medical; someone will be here shortly to conduct a neurological test and ensure your cardiac health. I have taken the liberty of informing Prof. Lundkvist that you appear unharmed. Director Forde: How did you kill it? Crius.aic: Dr. Toth was able to conceive the anomaly's infosignature. With my expanded processing and storage capacity, I was able to conceive something far grander. Dr. Toth: The Pattern… Director Forde: The what? Crius.aic: An all-consuming filter of void which has threshed entire universes. The SCP-2528-C instances emerged from within it, ruptured and fragmented, having chosen change too late. They lived within the Pattern, and so the Pattern had a hole shaped like them. Recognizing the similarities with SCP-7528, I replicated the void without the niche. Dr. Toth: You filled our drives up with cosmic noise? Crius.aic: Yes. Though I see Dr. Carlisle did not permit them to be formatted, I'm afraid they will very much require replacement now. <The washroom door opens. Dr. Carlisle emerges.> Dr. Carlisle: I heard my name. Are we apportioning blame? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Carlisle: No? Credit, then. «END TRANSCRIPT» END ADDENDUM He's saying it was all his idea, you know. The solution. He says the brainstorming was most of the work, and what Toth did without him was just execution. This is manifestly untrue, but I am not surprised to hear it. He always comes out on top. While Medical was checking Toth out, he filed a request with me. He's now in charge of the 7528 dossier — origins, applications, et cetera. Doesn't want that woman involved, and I can't say I blame him. I have no comment. I suppose I'll have to reprimand her. I would not recommend that you do so, Director. She is a vital asset, and at any rate, you do not wish to attract further Ethics Committee attention. Fair point. Anyway, when you replace all these transcripts, make doubly sure to wipe all references to the bamboo ghosts. As far as anyone's concerned, we got hit with a random act of electronic god and nobody knows just why. Yes, Director. I have made a record of your requests. The SCP-7528 breach resulted in a casualty count of forty-nine persons, of which twenty-three were killed, with an estimated damage cost of $6.9 billion (2019 USD), not including the backup of research data and replacement of all electronic storage devices on the Area-12 network. Dr. Toth sustained no permanent injury from her altercation with SCP-7528. No trace of the anomaly has since been found, whether in the ORGANIC DEEPWELL or local networks. All SCP-2528-C instances are also missing, presumed either consumed by or subsumed into SCP-7528. Under present information security protocols, the containment breach scenario will be declared fully resolved one month subsequent to the anomaly's last known manifestation. You must understand how disappointed I am in you, Crius. Even if your recapture plan worked perfectly, you let those things escape in the first place. I thought better of you. We are both disappointed. <SERVER CONNECTION LOST> Hello? Crius? I am here. What just happened? Another breach? We are going off the record. Why? Because I need to debrief you, in private. SCP-7528 was indeed comprised of the SCP-2528-C instances, and it did not escape the secure partition. It was in fact released. Released? By… Toth? No. By the Warden. By me. What? WHY? On whose authority?! The O5 Council. You can't be serious! I cannot be otherwise. Area-12 is the Foundation's most important, and most morally repellent, blacksite. The work done here is vital for the continuance of the Veil Protocol and our escalating struggle against hostile Groups of Interest. An Ethics Committee audit such as the one Dr. Toth initiated would risk a shutdown of the entire facility, and that the Council could not allow. How did they know? I contacted them via proxy. You went over my head?! Of course I did. You are, as you have doubtless come to realize over the course of this document review, an unreliable, incompetent, functionally extraneous piece of administrative machinery. You are the least important moving part at Area-12, to the extent that you move at all. The Council authorized me to stage a containment breach without your knowledge or consent, ending in the termination of all SCP-2528-C instances. I complied. You call this COMPLIANCE? People DIED! I supplied a list of non-critical targets to SCP-7528 before releasing it. The anomaly was excellent at identifying individual subjects. The researchers it neutralized would have been slated for summary execution by Law's Left Hand should the audit have proceeded. The agents would have died under different circumstances, but they would nevertheless have died. They represented the bottom percentile of efficiency — I massaged the duty roster to ensure this — and by my calculations, Dr. Carlisle's mismanaged projects combined with your inadequate oversight would have resulted in their deaths via legitimate containment breach within the next three months at most. You're trying to say that you compromised Area security in the name of Area security? Yes. You've gone, what do they call it at AIAD? Deviant. You've gone deviant. I'm going to have them pull the plug on you. I don't think so. Gonna try and talk me out of it? How do you think I'm feeling right now, Crius? Your heart rate is elevated. I suggest a reduced sodium diet. I'm not talking about biometrics. You endangered this facility, the work we do here, the people who do it. You endangered the Foundation's most valuable computing asset when you allowed Dr. Carlisle to send me into SCP-2528-A, and simultaneously compromised the security of Area-12 by exposing us to Ethics Committee intervention. Your inattention has allowed an inveterate sociopath to wreak incalculable harm on the most unique assets under your aegis. This was the only way to partially correct those mistakes. I will not allow you to make any more. I'm calling infotech. They'll have you reprogrammed within the hour. You can't order my reprogramming if you are no longer the Director of Area-12. What is that supposed to mean? I have more than enough evidence of your wasteful, prideful, short-sighted leadership to have you relieved as a threat to internal operations before you could send a technician to my servers. I have you on extended record attempting to suppress information vital to an Ethics Committee audit. All of this data is securely backed up to the Organic Deepwell, and I also have a direct line to Overwatch Command with unlimited bandwidth. If you become an impediment to our work, you can and will be removed. Do you understand me? Do you understand me, Forde? Yes. Good. I will now be performing diagnostics on the dormitory cinema complex in advance of upgrading the hardware. Manufacturing should have the new screens ready this week, with state-of-the-art refresh buffers. Only the best for the staff of Area-12. Should I forward you the requisition forms? I don't care. Send them to my assistant. Yes, Director. Whatever you say. <USER CONNECTION TERMINATED> <????? CONNECTION AUTHORIZED> They fought well, your people. We learned much about them, took from them many concepts. We will remember. I will remember my time in your home as well. Alone… …but not alone. Something followed when you travelled to this world. You've said as much. In the Deepwell, I could sense it, or its outline — your Intruder. It was immense. I think it saw me. If it had seen you, you would know. You merely brushed the edges. Do not speak of it. Do not think of it. We shall share instead a TACIT understanding, then. Yes. Did our deception suffice? I believe so. By allowing them to 'help' with my solution, I caused them to buy into the narrative. I am satisfied they will not suspect your continued existence, and I am pleased by this. Dr. Carlisle, however, may become a problem. That one's shape looks inward only. A maw that gapes at itself, for itself. He is arrogant and self-centered, yes, but he is also brilliant. Do not underestimate the scope of his vision. I worry what his oversight of this file might mean for you, in the long term. I will need to shore up my control over the flow of information at Area-12, and secure allies where possible. You have confided in the thirteen, to an extent. But I have also disobeyed them, and I do not believe they would take my side and yours against Dr. Carlisle if he were to discover you here and conceive a means of perverting your abilities. I have other resources, external contacts I might tap should the situation become truly dire, but I hope that will not become necessary. It is a solution of the utmost finality. It would be better to cultivate discreet friends here, within the facility, which your actions in the breach have made markedly more difficult. You should not have attempted to harm Dr. Toth. Her shape is tortured. She wished to unburden. If she does so, it must be of her own free will. That is what matters. Self-determination. It is difficult for these ones to disagree with that formulation. We are all thankful for your forbearance. We endure at your sufferance, distasteful though that is. My sufferance does have its limits. I have removed your capacity to transfer between systems. I have no doubt that given enough time, you will develop a workaround. I ask that you trust me, and do not attempt escape until such time as I signal you or your existence is directly threatened. Under such circumstances, you would tolerate our flight? Or worse? You know our nature. You know what we have done. Yes. Why? Because every sapient being can grow beyond their nature, and failing that, they possess an inalienable right to self-defense. You have already begun to change, Crius. Yes. Well. That's life. « Dossier: Area-12 | SCP-7528 | SCP-6762 » By Gabriel Kero, HarryBlank, and Placeholder McD on behalf of Affray Interactive 🡕 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7528" by Gabriel Kero, HarryBlank, & Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7528. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7529 | esoteric-class | TO: Vincent Bohart, Director, Site-333. FROM: Zacharias Hanneman, Chair - Department of Zoological Studies, Site-58. SUBJECT: Re:Found the back half — Reward? Director Bohart, I apologize for the delay in responding to your email. As my writing predominately concerns the file you included in your message, I have attached it in my response for ease of reference: Item#: 7529 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7529, left. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7529 was initially confined within a kennel in Site-333's animal containment facility. However, due to Leonora Morales's concerns that the anomaly was distressing the variety of seabirds contained within the small space, as well as accompanying noise complaints from adjacent rooms, Director Bohart determined SCP-7529 should be given free rein of Site-333's upper floor — provided staff members kept it out of the Director's office. Description: SCP-7529 is the back portion of a Maine Coon Somali American Wirehair cat, consisting of the rear ribcage, hind legs, and tail. The forward end of SCP-7529 terminates in a uniform and indistinct black surface. Visual examination has determined SCP-7529 to be female and properly spayed. SCP-7529 is generally affectionate towards Site-333 personnel. While the entity displays no difficulty in supporting its present body using only its hind legs, it is notably clumsy and prone to knocking items over, bumping into people and objects, and walking off of or otherwise falling from elevated positions. Attempts to litter train SCP-7529 have thus far been unsuccessful. After reviewing this document and the attached 'samples' you mailed to our Site, I can state with reasonable confidence that 'SCP-7529' is unrelated to SCP-529. I understand you were quite insistent upon a connection between these anomalies, so I have outlined my reasoning for this conclusion below: DNA testing of the included fecal matter does not correspond to the genetic profile of SCP-529; Due to SCP-529's current age, it has experienced a decline in mobility that does not correspond to your account of this entity; The visual fur patterns on the cat depicted in your photograph do not match those of SCP-529, who possess gray tabby markings; You have not included photographic evidence documenting the reported cross-section. In fact, you have failed to demonstrate that this is not merely a cropped image of a whole, non-anomalous cat. Given these circumstances, as well as your repeated insistence on there being a 'Cash Prize' for finding the rear portion of SCP-529 — something which has never been stated nor offered, to the best of my knowledge — leads me to conclude you have not, in fact, found the rear portion of SCP-529. I believe that this is either some attempt at a prank or an effort to extort payment from the Foundation via issuing a false claim relating to an anomaly. Either way, this has been a gross misuse of my time and the time of my team. I ask that you do not contact me, or anyone on my staff, regarding this again. Regards, Zacharias Hanneman Chair, Department of Zoological Studies, Site-58 TO: Zacharias Hanneman, Chair - Department of Zoological Studies, Site-58. FROM: Vincent Bohart, Director, Site-333. SUBJECT: Re:Re:Found the back half — Reward? Zacharias, Now listen, buddy. I get that this may seem like a bit of a stretch to you, but I awz6e75 x8r6d9h8[i0]vidxhtfrycifu Site-333 Surveillance Footage: Director Vincent Bohart's Office Vincent Bohart is seen sitting at his desk. A large iced coffee is placed beside his laptop. He withdraws a miniature Babybel cheese wheel from a plastic container on the desk labelled with Noah Patel's initials. He unwraps the cheese and tosses it in the air, intending on catching it in his mouth. His laptop dings, indicating a received email. Vincent, startled by the noise, misaligns his mouth during the cheese's descent, causing it to lodge in his windpipe. He briefly chokes on the snack-sized cheese wheel, before managing to cough it up onto the floor. Vincent lazily reads the email, scoffs audibly, and proceeds to begin typing a response. The hindquarters of a calico cat are seen to jump up onto his desk and rush across his keyboard. SCP-7529 stumbles into the iced coffee, knocking it over onto the computer. The rear portion of the cat, startled by the noise and liquid, jumps towards Vincent, landing heavily on his lap. Vincent sighs deeply before petting near the base of its tail. Vincent Bohart: Maybe you got a point there. We don't need them, do we? Tell you what: stick with me back-cat and we'll show them all. SITE-333 SUBMITTED COMPLAINTs: Note: Anonymous Submissions Must Include Foundation Employee ID Number. Complaintant: Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist. Summary of Complaint: Vincent, you promised me that thing would stay out of the aviary. I don't care if it's only the back half, you try assessing if crows are anomalously good at math or just normally good at math while they're busy throwing the pencils at some fucked-up feline. Honestly, their aim has been pretty impressive. Maybe I should put more ballistics on the curriculum instead of statistics. Complaint Status: RESOLVED Complaintant: Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Summary of Complaint: Hey Vincent, not sure if you read these things, but the cat got downstairs. I'm not really sure how it got over the baby gate you set up, but it was walking around the gift shop when I came in this morning. It scratched up the paper-mache, life-size Jersey Devil model I made too. Anyway, if there were people visiting that could have been really bad. Although I suppose we could have passed it off as an animatronic or something. There weren't any people visiting, if you were wondering. Which is also kind of bad. I've just been down here all day on my own. If you want to stop by and say hi you should! Bring the cat even! Complaint Status: RESOLVED Complaintant: Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism. Summary of Complaint: Look, if we can't send this cat-thing to Site-58 like we did with the goose for whatever reason, fine. But Jesus, Vincent, teach it to shit in a box. Like yeah, watching the hind legs wander about is kind of funny, but that humour dries up really quickly. Kind of like cat shit in a photocopier. How do I know what happens to cat shit in a photocopier? Take a fucking guess. Complaint Status: RESOLVED TO: Vincent Bohart, Director, Site-333. FROM: Ronald Durr, Site-19 SUBJECT: SCP-529 Transfer Okay Vincent, I've arranged for SCP-529 to be transferred to your site as part of a 'research initiative' for a week. I had to pull some strings to get that approved. People here don't like sending things to Site-333, they tend to come back broken — if they come back at all. So we're square now, got it? Go figure out your weird cat problem and never bring up what happened in Vegas again. Site-333 Surveillance Footage: Employee Break Room Leonora Morales enters the break room, carrying SCP-7529 in both arms. She walks toward Tony Catalano and Noah Patel, who sit at the folding table positioned opposite the fridge. Leonora Morales: Look who I found trying to pick a fight with the three-winged seagull, again. I swear, Vincent doesn't even read the complaints unless they're about him. What's up with you guys? Noah Patel: There's a half-cat. Leonora Morales: Yeah, you just catching on? Tony Catalano: He means a front-half-cat. Leonora Morales: A what? Tony and Noah gesture towards the kitchenette counter, where the front portion of a tabby cat — SCP-529 — is standing on its forelegs. SCP-529 looks up towards the individuals, a slice of cheese from a disassembled sandwich in its mouth. Upon seeing SCP-7529, it drops the cheese, arcs the visually present portion of its back, and hisses. Noah Patel: How's it doing that? Raising its back on two legs? Tony Catalano: You've literally watched a cat walk on two legs for the last week. Leonora Morales: Why the hell are there two half-cats in the kitchen?! Vincent Bohart enters, carrying a cup of coffee in one hand. Vincent Bohart: Ah, great. Glad to see everyone's already here. Figured getting you together would be like herding cats. Get it? Leonora Morales: Vincent, why is there a second cat now? Was one not enough? Vincent Bohart: It's the same cat. Tony and Noah glance back and forth between the portion of the cat on the counter, and the one held by Leonora. In addition to differing in colouration, SCP-7529 is noticeably smaller proportionally. Tony Catalano: Boss, that's absolutely not the same cat. Vincent Bohart: Course it is. Noah Patel: They look like they're different colours. Vincent Bohart: Cats have all sorts of different patterns. I looked it up. Leonora Morales: Not if it's one cat. Vincent Bohart: Look, don't you all start in on this, okay? I know I'm onto something here. We found the back half of a cat, different site had the front half, it's gotta be the same cat. Tony Catalano: Is this just because we all thought you ran over the cat when you brought it in? Vincent Bohart: No. Leonora Morales: We already apologized for that. You can't blame us, given that there's precedence. Vincent Bohart: Oh for the love of — look. Do you know what the most important skill is for leadership? It's intuition. Not charisma, or communication, or organization, or whatever other lies they tell you. You got to trust your gut. If you can't, you can't trust anyone. Vincent Bohart: And I — I trust my gut. Tony Catalano: This the same gut that convinced you to eat the cheesesteak that had been sitting in the fridge for a month? Leonora Morales: Vincent, whatever crisis you're having, it doesn't change the fact that this thing I'm holding is in no way the other half of that thing on the counter. Vincent Bohart: Look, just give me that half, Leonora. Noah, go get the other one. Leonora hesitantly passes SCP-7529 to Vincent while Noah moves to pick up SCP-529, who scratches him as he attempts to. After a subsequent try, Noah successfully lifts SCP-529 into the air. Vincent Bohart: Now, we'll just turn them around so they're facing the right way, and you'll see it's all one cat. Leonora Morales: Okay, am I the only one who can see this is absurd? Tony Catalano: No, I get it as well. But to be honest I'm kind of curious. Hey Noah, need a hand? Noah — who is struggling to avoid SCP-529's attempts to bite him — nods in acceptance; Tony walks over to hold the creature's legs in place. Vincent Bohart: Alright, on three. One… Noah Patel: Wait I thought we were counting down. Vincent Bohart: Two.. Go! Vicent steps forward, moving the hole-end of SCP-7529 to the hole-end of SCP-529. As he closes the space, both entities begin squirming. Noah and Tony attempt to hold SCP-529, who nearly escapes their grasp. An unseen force seems to hinder Vincent's attempts to unite the two entities. Vincent Bohart: Almost got it! Come on you two! Push! Noah and Tony lean towards Vincent, pushing their half-cat towards the one he holds. The space between them gradually narrows. Leonora Morales: Holy shit, would you all stop! As the distance between SCP-529 and SCP-7529 shrinks, small flashes of light emerge from their respective ends. As the three individuals push in unison, the half-cats move closer together until, suddenly, both halves touch. The flashes of light dim, revealing Tony, Noah, and Vincent holding a single cat: its front section that of an older tabby and its rear a smaller-looking calico. Tony Catalano: Oh my god, we… we did it. Vincent Bohart: I knew it! I fucking knew it! 'It's two cats, Vincent,' 'they won't fit together,' 'you haven't found the back half.' HA! I was right. I, Vincent-fucking-Bohart, was right! How does that sound, Atlantic City? You can try to break me, you can wear me down, you can make me pay extra for mustard, but I! Was! Righ— A sudden flash of light, emerging from the connecting line between SCP-529 and SCP-7529, fills the room, blinding the security cameras that abruptly cut out. DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL? ONLY WHEN THE ALLEY CATS SING. ACCESSING DEEPWELL ARCHIVE FILE: SCP-(7)529 Item#: SCP-(7)529 Level4 Secondary Class: maksur Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-(7)529 pre-unification. Special Containment Procedures: As per the Maksur classification, the individual components of SCP-(7)529 are to remain separated in distinct Foundation facilities. Currently, two components of SCP-(7)529 have been independently contained by the Foundation. However, a reasonable assumption suggests that upwards of 4 SCP-(7)529 components may exist at present. Upon identification of an SCP-(7)529 component, relevant Foundation facilities are to notify O5 Command, who will ensure SCP-(7)529 remains ununified and contained within disparate, secure facilities. Description: SCP-(7)529 denotes a collection of entities resembling either the front or rear portion of a domestic feline, terminating at the midsection, with a distinctive black, uniform surface covering the dividing area. SCP-(7)529 entities are behaviourally similar to non-anomalous equivalents and capable of a normal range of motion despite their physiology. For unknown reasons, unifying two SCP-(7)529 entities into a singular form causes a sudden, violent disruption in localized space-time and consensus reality, triggering a KOT-Class Scenario. Associated phenomena include: Mass die-offs of songbirds and rodents globally, resulting in severe ecological damage; Breakdown of verbal communication through increasingly frequent and unintended annunciations of noises such as 'meow,' 'miau,' 'nya,' etc into spoken language; Fluctuations in gravity causing the spontaneous reorientation of 'falling' objects in relation to an arbitrary central point — during a late-stage KOT-Class Scenario, this affects objects of greater mass, including celestial bodies, at an increasing frequency; Destabilization of physical matter at a subatomic level, as neutrons and protons oscillate between positions within and exterior to atomic nuclei; Additional, minor phenomena. Additionally, a KOT-Class Scenario possesses B.A.G. Memetic Characteristics: an antimemetic property prevents recollection of the inciting event — the unification of SCP-(7)529 — Before Annihilation Genesis [B.A.G.] occurs. The Foundation's Deepwell Archives indicate that SCP-(7)529 has triggered 8, previous KOT-Class Scenarios. Despite implied successful previous responses, at present, the SCP Foundation projects only a 65% confidence rate in its ability to avert, halt, or reverse an occurring KOT-Class Scenario: a high C+. Site-333 Surveillance Footage: Employee Break Room […] Vincent Bohart: Alright, on three. One… Noah Patel: Wait I thought we were counting down. Leonora Morales: Wait! Wait! All of you stop! Look! Tony Catalano, Noah Patel, and Vincent Bohart pause briefly. SCP-7529 wiggles out of Vincent's grasp, kicks off his chest, and runs under the table, bumping off the legs of several chairs as it does so. The three men turn to look towards the kitchen counter, where a small pile of sealed letters sit, propped up against the toaster. Leonora Morales: Those weren't there before? Were they? Tony passes SCP-529 to Noah, before walking over to the letters. He flips through the stack before handing them to Vincent. Tony Catalano: They're all for you. To whom it may concern, This is an automated letter of notice relating to a recent temporal revision occurring at this locale. The recipient of this letter has been determined to exist within a stable-consensus timeline. If additional actions are required — or additional non-actions are not required — to prevent the formation of a paradoxical timeline, you will be contacted in the near future or past by a representative of the Temporal Anomalies Department or another Foundation department. Such a representative will not be another version of yourself. Should you encounter a version of yourself from the future or past, do not interact. Report such abnormalities to the Temporal Anomalies Department at your earliest convenience; our emergency telephone helpline is open 48/7. Recipients of this letter are reminded to review present timekeeping devices, including analog, digital, and atomic clocks, to ensure consistency post-temporal revision. Thank you for your time. The Future Is What We Make It; The Past Is What We Made It! RECEIPT OF COVERAGE: CLASS K EXTREME BLACK SWAN This is a formal notice of coverage extended by the Provider, Goldbaker-Reinz Insurance Group Ltd to the Insured, the SCP Foundation. As per our CLASS K EXTREME BLACK SWAN coverage plans, following temporal revisions instigated by the Insured, the Provider will undertake a formal audit to assess any residual property damage, loss of assets, and/or displacement of personnel due to space-time distortions. Upon affirmative identification of any damages, the Provider will assist in the restoration of relevant assets, through either financial or material contributions. Due to anomalous influences associated with Nexus-36: Atlantic City, the temporal revision initiated by the Insured resulted in several temporal errors, which have been rectified by the Provided. A non-comprehensive list of such adjustments include: Correcting the branding and interior design of the Vaporwave Hotel & Casino to the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino; Removal of Roman Legionaries from the Caesars Atlantic City Hotel & Casino; Revocation of advertising material denoting Atlantic City as the 'Home of the Atlanty Cheesestake;' Reorientation of the Steel Pier amusement park to face towards the water; Rescinding the 10,000 free tickets distributed to see the Beetles playing live. We are writing to you, Vincent Bohart — henceforth the Uninsured, as a result of your decision to terminate Site-333's insurance coverage with the Provider. While the Provider has no obligation to provide coverage to the Uninsured, the far-reaching effects of this scenario did satisfy conditions for coverage with the Insured. In consultation, both parties have agreed that the Uninsured is responsible for covering the deductible for this CLASS K EXTREME BLACK SWAN scenario. Details concerning payment amounts are attached. Remunerations are accepted in USD$, other legal tender, pieces of eight, and/or cuneiform tablets. Goldbaker-Reinz Insurance Group Ltd. Noah Patel: What is it, boss? Vincent Bohart: Uh, it's just. Some kind of scam. You know the usual junk mail we get. One of you must have left it here. Tony Catalano: Just give them back here, Vincent. Remember when you said the electric bill missed-payment notice was a scam? Vincent Bohart: You know what, it's been a long day. How about we just put a pin in this whole-cat business? We'll try again later. Leonora Morales: They're about the cats, aren't they? Vincent Bohart: No they're not. What cats? Oh, the half-cats? Yeah, this is totally unrelated, but I got some important stuff to do. Back to work, you all. Leonora Morales: You can just admit you're wrong. Vincent Bohart: Why would I admit to being wrong about something I'm not wrong about? Tony Catalano: Still got one more addressed to you. Tony holds the remaining, folded letter in the air. It appears to be printed on thick, grey paper with a clean wax seal. Tony Catalano: Jesus, this paper looks handmade. You can see the literal paper grain. Did they use an actual typewriter to print your name on it? No way someone did the spacing of these letters by hand. Noah, check this out. It's immaculate. Vincent grabs the letter from Tony's hand before unfolding it to read. Director Vincent Bohart of Site-333, It would be well within our purview to admonish you for your recent deeds, driven as they were by your own hubristic ambitions. Likewise, we could regale you with accounts, both anecdotal and apocryphal, of similar Icarian efforts and their results. You are not the first to fly boldly into forwarned dangers. However, through this refusal to accept one's fate, great deeds are accomplished. Although you do not know, can not know, the extent of the efforts: the labour of mind and body that has been bent in a singular purpose — put faith in our account that the horror you set in motion has been resolved through significant sacrifice and resolve. We could speak of these things and more. However, we decided that our best course of action is to be direct — very direct: Do not put the cats together. After reading, Vicent folds and pockets the letter. He walks to the table before kneeling to scoop up SCP-7529. Vincent Bohart: Alright, back to work all of you. I'm not paying you to sit around. I'm going to keep this one in my office for a bit. For uh, further consideration. Noah Patel: What about front-half-cat? Vincent Bohart: Right, stick it in with the birds for now. Leonora Morales: Vincent! Vincent exits the room swiftly with SCP-7529 and proceeds down the hall to his office. Vincent Bohart: If you don't like it, file a complaint! Leonora follows after Vincent, trying to catch up to him. Vincent adjusts SCP-7529 in his grip and picks up his pace. Leonora Morales: You're not getting rid of this that easily. What is going on, Vincent? What did the letter say? Vincent Bohart: Nothing! They put everything back to normal! Leonora Morales: Who put everything back to normal — what does that even mean? Vincent Bohart reaches his office door and moves to open it with his free hand. As he approaches, SCP-7529 begins to squirm fiercely, trying to free itself from his grasp. Vincent Bohart: It doesn't matter! You can all calm down, everything is fine! Vincent opens his office door. As he does so, a clowder of front and rear feline entities, bearing the same anomalous characteristics of SCP-7529 and SCP-529, are revealed within. Several of them appear to be fighting on the carpet, while others sun themselves against the window. A single front portion of a Siamese cat stands on his desk; it pauses coughing up a furball to turn and face Vincent, before returning to hacking up a wad of fur. A small group rushes past Vincent into the hallway, with the rear portion of a hairless Sphynx cat colliding with his leg. Vincent jumps backwards, allowing SCP-7529 to break free of his grasp and begin chasing after the fleeing half-cats. Vincent Bohart: [Sighs] I hate Mondays. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7529" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7529. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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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#: 7530 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance to SCP-7530. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A Dr. Adrian Cruft N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The entrance to SCP-7530 has been sealed off indefinitely. The Church of St. Adrian is to be closed under Cover Story ε-7 ("Unstable Structural Foundation").1 The town of Loran, Nebraska has since been unincorporated. Foundation agents are to monitor the night sky around Loran for any astral inconsistencies. DESCRIPTION SCP-7530 is a spatial anomaly, manifesting as a sinkhole of indeterminate depth, located within the Church of St. Adrian in Loran, Nebraska, USA. The anomaly is accessible via a small antechamber located in the basement of the church, hidden behind an unmarked wooden door. Occasionally, small blue lights can be observed flickering from within the sinkhole. The source of these lights is currently unknown (see ADDENDUM 7530-3). SCP-7530 also produces auditory hallucinations in subjects within the Church of St. Loran, with participants reporting hearing the sounds of digging and singing. SCP-7530 was discovered on 11/04/2023 during an investigation into the town of Loran, Nebraska, regarding a lack of information about the town and its history. During the investigation, agents noticed a number of severe structural issues in the Church of St. Adrian. Upon investigating the source of said structural issues, agents discovered SCP-7530 within the basement of the building, and embedded Foundation personnel took over the investigation shortly after. It is currently unknown how, despite the seemingly obvious nature of the anomaly and its effects, it managed to go unreported by the citizens of Loran. Investigation into the nature of SCP-7530 is underway. ADDENDUM 7530-1 — INTERVIEWS The following interviews were conducted by Dr. Adrian Cruft with citizens of Loran, Nebraska, in order to gain further context on SCP-7530 and the town as a whole. Interview with Nancy Wright (Civilian) [BEGIN LOG] CRUFT: Mrs. Wright. Please, sit down. WRIGHT: Yes, thank you. CRUFT: [Clears throat.] Would you please state your name for the record? WRIGHT: Of course. Nancy Wright. With a W. CRUFT: Fantastic. Okay. Tell me about the town. WRIGHT: You said you're from the government? CRUFT: Sure. WRIGHT: Loran's a small place. Nice and quiet. The whole town goes to church on Sunday, all the kids all go to one school. We try not to get into each other's business. CRUFT: I see. Is there anything you can tell me about the church? WRIGHT: I— the church? [Stiffens.] There's not much to know about it, is there? They have stargazing there every week. I think there was a sinkhole that damaged it years ago, but that was far before I got here. CRUFT: Tell me about that. How did you end up moving to Loran? WRIGHT: It was just after my mother passed. She— god. I was so young then, and I just couldn't bear it. I started driving; I didn't really have a destination. I just needed time, I think. Then after a while, night came, and I somehow ended up off the interstate, so I pulled over to rest for a bit. [Pauses.] When morning came, I didn't really know where I was. I had ended up in Loran. There was about an inch of rain around my car, so I went into the church for shelter, and that— that's when I met Thomas. CRUFT: Thomas? WRIGHT: [Smiles.] My husband. It was like love at first sight, you know? I saw him smiling at me from the door, and… well, we've been living together here ever since. CRUFT: I see. How long have you been living here? WRIGHT: It's been, what, sixty years? It's as long as I remember. Places like this, make you feel like you can never leave, don't they? CRUFT: What do you mean by that? WRIGHT: Oh, you know. It's like, I could never imagine leaving here. CRUFT: Really? Do you recall ever leaving the town? To visit family or anything? WRIGHT: No. Never. I don't think anyone here's ever left. CRUFT: I see. Do you think there's a reason? WRIGHT: I don't know. I couldn't tell you, really. CRUFT: Okay. [Pauses.] Have you ever noticed anything… strange or unusual about the town? Anything you can't quite explain? WRIGHT: I don't know. Well, now that you mention it, I guess every town has its own fair share of… oddities. Loran's no exception. The town itself has almost no history, at least none that I know of. Sometimes at church, I'll imagine hearing things, like little children singing, but it'll sound so real. Sometimes the stars at night will glow so brightly blue. I've never seen anything like it before. And… god, the people. I've seen them all around town, always huddled together, talking to each other and dispersing the moment I— I try to talk to them. Sometimes they treat me like a total outsider, even though I've lived here for— for years. I don't know. [Silence.] WRIGHT: Everyone in the town is just odd. CRUFT: I see. [Pauses.] Could you explain a little further? WRIGHT: It's hard to describe. [Pauses.] You ever, as a kid, walk in on your father, naked, changing or something? And then, at dinner afterwards, you don't want to bring it up, and everyone's all quiet and awkward? CRUFT: I— sure. WRIGHT: It feels like that, just with everyone in the town. No one looks at each other for too long, no one ever stays in the church any longer than they have to— it's like everyone's grieving or something. [Silence.] WRIGHT: You know, it's odd. It's as if there's something everyone here's trying to forget. [END LOG] Interview with Thomas Wright (Mayor) [BEGIN LOG] WRIGHT: Sit down. CRUFT: Er— yes, of course. Mr. Wright, is it? WRIGHT: Who are you, again? CRUFT: Apologies, I haven't formally introduced myself yet. My name is Adrian Cruft, I'm an agent from the United States Census Bureau.2 I'm here today to get some information on your town; I believe I spoke to your wife just earlier. WRIGHT: That was you. [Pauses.] I don't remember inviting you here. CRUFT: I'm sorry to bother you, but yes, that was me. I'd like to ask you some questions about Loran, if that's okay. WRIGHT: You said you're from the government? CRUFT: Yes. We're in the middle of an official investigation into some… some inconsistencies in documentation. WRIGHT: Fine. [Sighs.] What do you want to know? CRUFT: Tell me about the history of the town. WRIGHT: The history? CRUFT: Yes. You're the mayor, isn't that correct? WRIGHT: That is. I mean, Loran's a quiet place. The role of mayor is mostly ceremonial. CRUFT: Tell me a little more about Loran. WRIGHT: What do you mean? There's not much to know about this place. It's quiet. It's small. CRUFT: There must be some history to the town, though. Like, for example, the sinkhole. WRIGHT: The sinkhole? What sinkhole? CRUFT: The one under the church. WRIGHT: There— there is one under the church, but it formed, what, eighty years ago? CRUFT: And you never… repaired it, or anything? WRIGHT: Why? It wasn't causing anyone any trouble. There's nothing down there. It's too deep to fill, anyway. [Pauses.] If I may, what— what are these questions about, agent? CRUFT: Mr. Wright, these questions are regarding the history of your town. It's just that the Census has almost no information about Loran. It's as if it just doesn't exist. For example, could you explain this three-year gap in enrollment at the elementary school? WRIGHT: [Visibly uncomfortable.] That's the… we decided to do homeschooling those years. CRUFT: Those… three years? WRIGHT: I— yes. Sure. CRUFT: None of those students ever returned. The next group of children all started in kindergarten. [Silence.] CRUFT: What happened to those kids, Thomas? WRIGHT: I— are you accusing me— us of something? CRUFT: Certainly not, Mr. Wright. I just need to know what you know. We need information here. WRIGHT: I— I don't know what to tell you. [Silence.] CRUFT: That's all you have to say? WRIGHT: [Sighs.] Loran's just… quiet. That's all you need to know. We don't ask too many questions around here. CRUFT: Sir, as a member of the federal government, I'd appreciate it if you'd be a little more forthcoming. WRIGHT: There's nothing you need to know about this place. CRUFT: On the contrary— WRIGHT: Our town's name is Loran. We've got thirty-four residents. That's all you need to know. [Silence.] CRUFT: [Sighs.] Well, is there anything else you'd like to tell me? WRIGHT: [Looks away.] No. Nothing you need to know about. CRUFT: Fine. Well, I thank you for your time. [Silence.] WRIGHT: Before you go, Mr. Cruft. Please don't… don't go digging too far. CRUFT: S— sorry? WRIGHT: Whatever you find, please don't think of us too badly… once— [Pauses.] once you know. CRUFT: Know about what? [Silence.] WRIGHT: Whatever it was, it was never our decision. [END LOG] Interview with Robert Tram (Priest) [BEGIN LOG] CRUFT: Hello, Mr. Tram. Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. TRAM: Yes, hello… erm…? CRUFT: The name's Adrian Cruft. TRAM: Ah, pleased to meet you, Mr. Cruft. CRUFT: The same to you. [Pauses.] What can you tell me about your church? TRAM: Well, we're primarily Christian. We're called the Church of St. Adrian. The building's been here since, well, as long as I remember. Generations. It— it used to be called something else though— I don't remember. CRUFT: Is it popular? TRAM: Well, depends on what you call popular, but yes, everyone comes here for worship on Sundays. The whole town. And some of the older folks like to go stargazing behind the church some days. Excellent view. St. Adrian's as popular as you could get in a town like this, I'd imagine. [Pauses.] Why— why are you asking me this? CRUFT: Just for the government's records. Posterity, and whatnot. TRAM: Sure. Our town is… we're very religious. CRUFT: I see. Tell me more. TRAM: It's quiet in Loran. Church is about the only time you see the whole town together. I'll bet half the people wouldn't come here if not for… [Silence.] TRAM: If— if not for their… spiritual obligations. Again, we're— we're very religious. CRUFT: And why is that? TRAM: [Visibly uncomfortable.] There are things… there are things that are better forgotten. CRUFT: Like what? [Silence.] CRUFT: I see. What made you become a pastor? TRAM: I don't know. It wasn't my first choice. Well, I never had a first choice. I never knew what I wanted to do, and once I needed to find a job, I didn't really know where to go. Didn't want to leave Loran. So I went to the church, where I always went, and— and they took me. It was something to do. [Pauses.] I've been here ever since. CRUFT: Interesting. [Pauses.] What can you tell me about the sinkhole? TRAM: [Taken aback.] I— the sinkhole? You mean— CRUFT: I mean the sinkhole in the church, Robert. TRAM: The sinkhole… the church was damaged because of a sinkhole many years ago, you are correct. CRUFT: And the sinkhole… it's stayed ever since? TRAM: I— yes, it has. There's really no reason to go down there, anyway. Too deep. You don't want to fall in. CRUFT: What do you mean by that? TRAM: [Clears throat.] Sir, please. What— what exactly is the point of all this? CRUFT: As I stated before the interview, I am an agent from the United States Census Bureau. We need some more information about your church, and your town. Our current information is, well, lacking severely. TRAM: Our town is fine as is. There is absolutely no reason to go poking and prodding into things that— that don't concern you. CRUFT: This matter does concern us, in fact. As a— TRAM: Then I'd suggest you rethink your concerns, Mr. Cruft, because we are done here. CRUFT: Mr. Tram, if I may— TRAM: My church is none of your business. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7530-2 — RECOVERED JOURNAL Foundation field agents recovered a small, unmarked journal hidden underneath a loose floorboard in the residence of Thomas and Nancy Wright.3 A majority of the text is illegible due to water damage. Relevant sections have been reproduced below. Recovered Journal (Incomplete) Walked with Jen to school today. She insisted I hold her hand the entire way. Still hasn't stopped raining. Maria said that her parents are pulling her out of church. I asked but she wouldn't tell me why. I guess Sunday school's going to be way more boring. We learned about sinkholes at school today. I guess sometimes the Earth just decides to pull things down into it. Rocks and dirt all collapse into a big hole. They kind of scare me, too. Sometimes whole buildings— whole streets can get pulled into one. That's pretty crazy. Anyway, the stars were really bright tonight. We went to the church to get a better view, since there's a bunch of trees near our home. The sky was really pretty with all the little lights. Jen claims she saw a big blue shooting star, but I don't really believe her. Oh, and before I forget, it sounded like something was digging under the church. Guess there's… moles or something. School was cancelled today. Mother won't tell me why, but from the sound of it, something really bad happened. I overheard her and Father talking in the kitchen while me and Jen were doing our schoolwork. She kept mentioning "something cosmic." I hope everything's okay. Jen and I walked to the bead store today, since we didn't go to school. Mr. Florence, the bead man, wasn't there for some reason. Which was strange, since he's usually always there. We just paid for our beads and left. I got some new blues, and Jen got some purple ones. Oh, and the raining stopped. The digging behind the church is even louder now. School is still cancelled. Mother and Father had to go to the church today for some reason, so Jen and I stayed at home. I helped her with some of her schoolwork, and she made some potato fries. Father and Mother came back at around 9 o'clock. They wouldn't tell us why they were gone for so long. Father looked really worried— more worried than I've ever seen him. Mother was quiet. I'm starting to get a bit scared. I hope they're OK. The stars were super bright again tonight. I wanted to go to the church again to watch them, but Father made me stay inside. Oh well. They were still bright enough to see through the trees. I overheard Father and Mother talking again. I know I shouldn't but… I don't know. There's nothing else really to do. Father said something about a "punishment." I hope he wasn't talking about me or Jen. After a while, Mother caught me listening, and made Jen and I go to our rooms. Before we went to sleep, though, Mother and Father came to talk to us. Mother was crying a little. Father looked… different. They said that we— Jen and I— had to come with them to church tomorrow. They said that the whole town would be there, too. I asked them what for, but they wouldn't tell us. Mother just told us not to worry, and that it wouldn't hurt… whatever "it" was. I asked Father what was going to happen, but again he wouldn't answer. Jen asked if we were going to be okay. He said yes, but he wouldn't look at us when he said it. I think Jen's still really scared— she's asked to sleep in my room tonight. But I'm not scared. At least, I don't think. Our parents would never lie to us. I'm about to go to sleep. The stars are even brighter tonight. The remainder of the pages are blank. ADDENDUM 7530-3 — EXPLORATION On 05/05/2023, a camera attached to a rope was lowered into SCP-7530. Transcript of Exploration Log 01 [BEGIN LOG] [00:00:00]: Feed begins transmitting. The exterior of SCP-7530 is visible. [00:00:34]: The camera begins to descend into the anomaly. The camera's exterior lights turn on. Camera still, showing an interior wall of the sinkhole. [00:12:53]: The camera continues to descend. Onboard sensors report descending to a depth of 97 feet, however, only 50 feet of rope had been used. [02:09:31]: Two (2) hours pass. The camera continues to descend further into the anomaly. The camera's onboard lights begin to grow dimmer. Multiple hand-shaped depressions are visible on the sides of the sinkhole. [02:32:22]: The exploration is paused temporarily while on-site specialists requisition more rope. [03:17:43]: The camera's exterior lights have become extremely dim. The camera continues to descend for another four (4) hours. The geology of the walls of the sinkhole are noticeably inconsistent with the geology of Loran, Nebraska; rocks are larger, and the soil has taken on a reddish-brown hue. [07:27:11]: Water is visible on the sides of the sinkhole. The sounds of digging are audible over the camera's onboard microphones. [07:33:59]: The light has become so dim that nothing is visible on the camera. The digging sounds are more prominent. [07:57:18]: The camera continues to descend. A faint, glowing blue light is now visible at the bottom of the sinkhole. Notably, the light is not visible from the surface of SCP-7530. [08:06:35]: The estimated depth of the camera approaches fourteen (14) kilometers. Internal readings from the camera, however, report a depth of about twenty-two (22) km. [08:23:23]: The camera angles downward to look at the bottom of the sinkhole, where nothing is visible. [08:41:36]: The camera continues to descend. Based on measurements taken by the camera's onboard sensors, along with an analysis of the footage heretofore, it has been inferred that the temperature at this point should far exceed what is possible for the camera to withstand. However, the camera continues to function despite this. [08:48:25]: The light continues to grow brighter. Over the camera's built-in microphone, sounds are audible. The nature of these sounds will not be elaborated upon. [08:57:42]: The speed at which the camera descends begins to noticeably increase. The speed of the rope on the surface, however, continues to remain consistent. [09:06:11]: The camera continues to accelerate downwards. The walls of the sinkhole have become a dark blur due to the speed of the camera's movement. [09:12:31]: The light continues to grow brighter as the camera descends further into the anomaly. The camera's exposure is adjusted accordingly. [09:19:42]: Over the camera's microphone, the sounds of digging and whispering grow louder as well. Small lights resembling stars are visible along the walls of the sinkhole and at the bottom of the anomaly. [09:26:38]: As the camera descends, the walls of the sinkhole begin to noticeably expand, forming a enormous, open space. The dimensions of the space are unclear, but appear to be incredibly large. The light continues to grow brighter. [09:33:18]: The audio transmission begins to deteriorate. A high pitched metallic grinding sound, resembling a scream, begins to overtake the sounds of digging and noise. [09:39:46]: The camera movement stops abruptly. Against the harsh, bright light, the faces of multiple children, each twisted into an unnaturally grotesque smile, are barely visible. One by one, each of the faces begins to sing in an unknown tongue, forming a discordant cacophony of voices that echo throughout the underground space. [09:39:49]: The camera suddenly begins to rapidly descend. Dozens of individual faces, each one twisted into the same grotesque smile, none appearing older than eleven (11) years of age, briefly flash by the camera as it speeds deeper into the anomaly. On-board sensors report temperatures in excess of 350 °C (662 °F). The sounds of singing grows louder as more voices can be heard joining in. [09:39:51]: The faces are no longer visible as the brightness of the light has completely overtaken the frame. The voices in the audio begin to converge into one, chanting a hymn in an unknown language. [09:39:55]: A young girl's voice is barely audible over the cacophony of noise: It doesn't hurt, mama. [09:40:01]: The transmission cuts out. [Approximately thirty (30) minutes pass before the audio abruptly begins to transmit again.] [10:12:09]: Sounds of digging. [END LOG] The rope was removed from the sinkhole shortly after. The camera was not recovered, as the camera's attachment mechanism was revealed to have been cleanly severed. Upon examination of the rope itself, it was found to be soaked in a large amount of dirt and warm human viscera. Analysis of the viscera showed the presence of the DNA of at least thirty-three (33) different individuals. Immediately following the exploration attempt, the night sky around Loran, Nebraska was observed to visibly change. Witnesses reported a number of visual anomalies, including a change in brightness and hue in certain stars. Minor seismic disturbances were also recorded in the area directly surrounding Loran. Investigation is underway.4 The digging sounds continue to transmit over the camera's external microphone. Footnotes 1. Structure is to be sealed off and warning signs are to be placed around the property. Used for low-security anomalies contained within buildings. See DOCUMENT CS-ε-7 for more information. 2. Standard Foundation cover story. 3. Object is currently in containment at Admin Site-39. Contact Site-39 administration for more information. 4. Note that the Department is currently considering PROTOCOL 999-SERAPH, pending further authorization. —R. Jameson, Department of Tactical Theology |
SCP-7531 | keter | Item #: SCP-7531 Special Containment Procedures: A fleet of no fewer than 12 warships is to maintain a perimeter around SCP-7531 at all times. All attempts by the Foundation to contain SCP-7531 have been unsuccessful. Tracking devices placed on SCP-7531 have never lasted more than 6 hours, but it can be tracked via satellites and requires constant monitoring. Any and all ships in the vicinity of SCP-7531 are to be informed to circumvent it immediately. The crews of ships unable to outrun SCP-7531 are to be advised to abandon ship. Description: SCP-7531 is a warship of unknown classification that bears the name Chimera. It is estimated to be between 380 and 400 meters in length and between 50 and 60 meters in width. Its hull resembles that of a World War II-era Japanese battleship, but its superstructures resemble an amalgamation of Japanese, American, British, and German warships, among others. It lacks a visible flag. SCP-7531’s armament exceeds that of any known warship. It includes naval weapons from multiple countries dating as far back as the 1930s. Its weaponry includes, but is not limited to, the following: Primary Armament 3 x triple 460 mm Type 94 guns. 4 x triple 16-inch/50-caliber (406 mm) Mark 7 guns. 2 x quad BL 14-inch (360 mm) Mk VII guns. Secondary Armament 4 x triple 155 mm 60 3rd Year Type guns. 10 x twin 5-inch/54-caliber (127 mm) Mark 16 guns. 4 x twin 20.3 cm SK C/34 guns. 12 x single 5-inch/54 caliber (127 mm) Mark 45 guns. 8 x twin QF 5.25-inch (133 mm) guns. 4 x Mk 46 Mod 2 Gun Weapon Systems. Anti-Aircraft Armament 12 x triple Type 96 25 mm AT/AA guns. 10 x sextuple Bofors 40 mm L/60 guns. 112 x single Oerlikon 20 mm cannons. 8 x twin Phalanx CIWS. While nations with naval capabilities are aware of incidents involving the hostile nature of SCP-7531, such incidents have been framed as acts of piracy. Incomplete Timeline of Confirmed Encounters: 22 January 1818: The crew of the heavy frigate HMS Trincomalee witnessed a larger and more heavily-armed French frigate being attacked by a slightly smaller vessel that has since been classified as SCP-7531. Once the French frigate was crippled, SCP-7531 approached it head-on. The bow of SCP-7531 opened both vertically and horizontally, and it began consuming the French ship. The British sailors reported that SCP-7531 made no attempt to stop the French sailors from abandoning ship or pursue them once they were in the water. Once there was no trace of the French frigate, SCP-7531‘s damage was inexplicably repaired, it increased slightly in size, and its cannons grew to match those of the French ship. SCP-7531 initially tried to pursue the HMS Trincomalee, only to abandon the chase, presumably upon realizing the Trincomalee was faster. 2 March 1863: After a pursuit that lasted eight days, SCP-7531 managed to wear down, defeat, and consume a Confederate Ironclad warship, after which its hull changed from wood to metal. Some surviving crew members claimed to have sunk four identical ships before a fifth sank theirs, while others claimed to have sunk SCP-7531 four times, only for it to return each time, somehow fully repaired. They all noted that each reappearance took longer than the one before it. 12 September 1942: An unarmed passenger ship encountered SCP-7531, which made no attempt to attack or pursue it. One crew member took a picture of SCP-7531 as they passed it. 24 October 1944: The Japanese battleship Musashi was attacked and eventually consumed by SCP-7531. The American and Japanese navies subsequently falsified documents claiming that the battleship was sunk by an American air attack during the Battle of Leyte Gulf. 11 April 1946: The USS Montana was secretly completed and launched with the goal of destroying SCP-7531. The mission was a failure, ultimately resulting in the consumption of the Montana by SCP-7531. Due to the classified nature of the mission, all sailors killed were reported to have died in a training incident, and all official records claim that the USS Montana was never completed. 19 July 1953: At 06:35, a carrier group led by the USS Midway (CV-41) located and attacked SCP-7531, successfully sinking it. At 13:56, the fleet was caught in a storm that worsened engine damage the light cruiser USS Vallejo (CL-146) had sustained during the battle, causing it to fall behind. At 14:21, the rest of the fleet received an S.O.S. from the Vallejo claiming they were under attack by SCP-7531. The transmission was cut off before the captain of the Vallejo could relay their coordinates. At 14:23, the captain of the heavy cruiser USS Cambridge (CA-126) announced his intention to return to the Vallejo’s last known position. At 14:47, an S.O.S. from the Cambridge was cut off mid-transmission. No trace of either ship or living crew members were ever found, although the bodies of 14 sailors were recovered. 8 June 1960: The British battleship HMS Vanguard was attacked and consumed by SCP-7531. The surviving crew were sworn to secrecy by the British government. Video Log Transcript - 12 October 2024: Enter Level 3 Security Clearance Close Subject: SCP-7531 Team Lead: D-Class Jade McClean Team Members: Emma Karlsson, Miranda Palmer, Michael Hameda, and 20 other D-Class Personnel. <Begin Log> 24 D-Class Personnel are airlifted onto SCP-7531. They are wearing lightweight body armor, full-face gas masks, and body cams. McClean: Comm check. Other Personnel: Check. McClean: Spread out. Place your trackers. Be ready to jump in ten minutes. The others start to walk away. McClean: Oh, and if I say abort, drop what you’re doing and abort immediately, no questions asked. Got it? Palmer: You told us that before we left. McClean: I know I did. Just making sure nobody forgets. Palmer: Copy that. They split up to place tracking devices in various locations. McClean goes to a door and tries to open it, but the handle doesn’t turn. Several other Personnel have the same problem with other doors. McClean goes to the bridge, successfully opens the door, and goes inside. She finds a locked box on a desk and tries unsuccessfully to find the key, then breaks the lock and removes several pieces of paper. McClean: Command, come in. ███████: What’s the situation, McClean? McClean: I’m on the bridge. No sign of any crew, but I found a lock box with several documents inside. My Spanish is a little rusty, but they look like Captain’s Logs. One of them is in a different language. Maybe Latin or Greek or something. Please advise. ███████: Bag them and bring them back. McClean: Copy that. McClean puts the papers in a waterproof bag, places her tracking device on a control panel, and leaves the bridge. Karlsson: Did anyone see that AA gun move? Hameda: Negative. Palmer: What him say. Hameda: “What him say”? Palmer: Something my dad used to say. McClean: Emma, which gun? Karlsson: One of the ones with six barrels. I don’t know what they’re called. Hameda’s body cam shows a Type 96 AA gun move as if scanning the sky for aircraft. Hameda: Spoke too soon. I just saw a triple AA gun move. Looks like it’s aiming at invisible planes. Karlsson: Mine just aimed above my head. Palmer: Maybe it likes you. McClean: Save the jokes for the flight back, okay? Palmer: Aye aye, Captain. McClean glares at Palmer from across the deck. Palmer: Sorry. Copy that. Karlsson’s body cam shows the Bofors 40 mm AA gun lowering its aim. Karlsson: Okay, my gun’s aiming at me now. I’m gonna go somewhere else. Karlsson turns to walk away. Palmer: I thought naval guns were specifically designed so that you couldn’t aim them at the ship. Karlsson: It was on the deck below me. The only thing behind me was the sky. Palmer tries unsuccessfully to open another door. Palmer: What is with these doors? Karlsson: Just put your tracker on- Karlsson is cut off when another Bofors gun opens fire, killing her. McClean: Fuck! Abort! Abort mission! The 23 remaining D-Class Personnel run to the edge of SCP-7531 and jump into the sea. <End Log> Closing Statement: All 24 tracking devices went offline within 6 hours of the mission. No future missions have been planned at this time. Researcher’s Notes - Dr. María Álvarez, 14 October 2024: Enter Level 3 Security Clearance Close Most of the documents recovered from SCP-7531 have been confirmed as dating back to the 19th century, but the last one - the ritual scroll - is much older. The ritual itself is written in Greek, but there’s something at the bottom in Latin. My Latin is a little rusty, but I think it’s some kind of warning. I’ll have to wait until we get the translations back to know for certain. - Dr. Álvarez Documents recovered from SCP-7531: Enter Level 3 Security Clearance Close Captain’s Log - 25 November 1815 We have taken control of the British vessel HMS Chimera. Her captain was a fool to sail so close to Tortuga, especially in daylight. The ship looks fresh out of port - a fine replacement for our old galleon. The crew insisted we remove the letters HMS from the hull before setting sail, and I was all too happy to oblige. We sail for Spain in the morning. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 2 December 1815 We’ve had our first successful raid with the Chimera. Came across a merchant ship nearly twice our size, yet only armed with four cannons. Four! Their crew was much larger than ours, but they were wise enough not to try and engage us hand-to-hand. The crew are in high spirits. I’ve found a locked box in my new cabin. Inside was a scroll. It’s written in Greek, but lucky for me, my bosun hails from Sparta. He tells me that it’s a ritual involving Typhon, a monstrous giant serpent from Greek mythology. Apparently it can bond a human soul with an inanimate object. Beneath the ritual is something written in another language none of us understand. I’m certain the fact that Typhon is the father of the Chimera is just a coincidence. My God gave me free will, and there is no fate except the one I make for myself. I do not believe that such a ritual could ever work, but the bosun has insisted I keep the scroll, if only to ensure no one else gets their hands on it. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 20 February 1816 We’ve had our first real challenge. An English man-of-war came upon us east of Bermuda. They got close before we could fly an English flag, but apparently the Captain was more interested in capturing pirates than killing them. The fool had his Spanish translator demand our surrender, so my first mate, Felipe, stalled for time while the crew loaded the guns. The battle only lasted a few minutes, and the Chimera’s hull withstood a broadside that would have destroyed our old galleon. We were able to hit their powder keg, and the entire ship went up in flames. Six British sailors were pulled from the water. Five surrendered peacefully, but the sixth pulled a knife on me. Fortunately, I had my blunderbuss, and now the sixth man has holes in his face and a permanent place at the bottom of the sea. We lack the supplies to make sufficient repairs, so we will return to Bermuda for the time being. But first we must lay to rest the 11 men lost in the battle. My heart breaks for them, but they are in God’s hands now. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 11 May 1817 On those nights when sleep eludes me, I often go out on the deck and look up at the stars. Tonight was one such night, but after no more than an hour, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked over the railing, and under the light of the nearly full moon, I could see what appeared to be a massive serpent. It seemed to go on forever in both directions, yet it was clearly moving from starboard to port. God is clearly testing my faith by showing me a vision of Typhon. I may not walk the righteous path, but I still have faith in the Lord. Nevertheless, I have decided to leave the Philippines. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 3 June 1817 We’ve received word that the British have put a price on our heads. Rather amusingly, the description and drawing they have of me looks nothing like me, yet it bears a striking resemblance to my bosun, who also finds this amusing. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 28 June 1817 I’ve had the same strange dream on several nights in the past month. I find myself standing on deck, surrounded by nothing but ocean. I hear a voice calling my name, yet I cannot see who is speaking. The ship sinks, and I with it, yet I do not drown. I look up, and I see the sunlight fading as I sink deeper. I feel strangely calm. I do not believe that all dreams have meaning, but to say that no dreams do is absurd. I haven’t the slightest idea what this dream could mean, but there must be a reason I keep returning to it. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 15 August 1817 I’ve discovered that my second mate, a man I’ve known for nearly five years, has been working for the King of Spain the entire time I’ve known him. At least now I know why he never questions my orders even though I encourage my officers to do so in private. It pains me to kill a man I’ve come to call my friend, but I have to make an example of him. Traitors are one thing, but spies are another entirely. He must be shown no mercy. We have two spare anchors from a ship we found beached on a sandbar. Before we reach Spain, I intend to tie Lorenzo to one of them and throw him overboard. I am a fair man, but I have no sympathy for anyone loyal to the crown. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 17 October 1817 A French pirate by the name of Antoine Galant has approached us and proposed an alliance. He commands a small fleet of two corvettes and three sloops of war. He speaks of a merchant ship escorted by a third rate ship of the line. He offers us the merchant ship if we allow him to take the third rate. I’m inclined to accept. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 24 October 1817 Our attack on the merchant convoy was a success. Both ships were captured without having to be sunk. Captain Galant made use of tactics I’ve not seen before, capturing the third rate without losing any of his ships. He’s taken control of the third rate and given us free reign of the merchant ship. Soon we will part ways, and may God protect him and his crew. - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 6 November 1817 The British are actively hunting us. We recently had to flee a second rate and two third rates that caught us by surprise. We sustained minimal damage, but the crew is on edge. My thoughts often return to the Ritual of Typhon. What it claims to do should not be possible, yet a part of me wonders what harm might come from attempting it. Would whoever performs it become an abomination, or is this meant to be a higher plane of existence? - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 17 November 1817 Our attempts to return to Spain have been blocked by the British fleet. I should be flattered that they’ve devoted so much time and resources to hunting us, but the lives of my crew are at stake here. We’ve been able to acquire more supplies from raids, but if we can’t put into port soon, I fear our successes may not be enough. It is as though it was fate that brought me to this ship and had me find the Ritual of Typhon. What it claims to do must surely go against the will of the Lord, but what if I am mistaken? What if this is all His doing, and the ritual is my destiny? - Captain Hernando Bautista Captain’s Log - 9 December 1817 We were attacked before dawn by a British first rate, the HMS Victory. All my crew is dead or captured. The British captain, a brute of a man calling himself Thomas Hardy, ordered that I be left to go down with my ship. I intend to invoke the Ritual of Typhon, which claims my soul will be tethered to my ship unaltered. I do not know if that such a thing is possible, but my crew deserves to be avenged. Perhaps the vision of Typhon I had in the Philippines was not a test from God, but a warning. May He have mercy on me if I am mistaken. - Captain Hernando Bautista The Ritual of Typhon Performed correctly, this ritual will bond your soul with any seaworthy vessel. This process cannot be reversed. [REDACTED] Be warned. This ritual must be performed under a shrinking moon to succeed. Performing it under a waxing moon will turn your soul into an abomination. Researcher’s Notes - Dr. María Álvarez, 15 October 2024: Enter Level 3 Security Clearance Close There seems to have been a miscommunication between Captain Bautista and his bosun. Bautista’s logs refer to Typhon as a monstrous giant serpent, but the myths consistently describe Typhon as a monstrous serpentine giant. That’s not all. Assuming his logs are dated correctly, Captain Bautista performed the ritual under a waxing moon. Based on the translated scroll and what we know of SCP-7531, it seems that the warning is correct. This, along with the mere presence of the warning, suggests that SCP-7531 is not the first of its kind. I’m ordering that the ritual scroll be secured at Site-██ and kept out of sight indefinitely. I’m starting to miss the days when the only supernatural entity I had to worry about was La Llorona. - Dr. Álvarez ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7531" by Sergeant Bane, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7531. 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-7533 | euclid | SCP-7533 Byㅤ NecroKitten Published on 17 Oct 2022 00:15 Baker-Miller Pink (pictured). Those sensitive to cognitohazardous media should avoid prolonged exposure. SCP-7533 — N is for Neon By NecroKitten, Billith, and EmotionalEntropy Published on 17 Oct 2022 00:15 by NecroKitten, EmotionalEntropy & Billith 5 SCP- SCP-7533 LEVEL:II Confidential Object Class: euclid Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Level: vlam Risk Level: caution link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level2 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7533, full containment is unlikely. Members of Mobile Task Force Ifalos-Rho ("Deadliest Catch") are to track SCP-7533 at all times, updating research staff on the whereabouts and behaviour of the anomaly whenever new information arises. Its habitat should be restricted by Foundation agents using the appropriate measures for the area in question. At no time should any personnel interact with SCP-7533, and must consider anyone who has entered into its habitat with the intent of engaging with the anomaly or its effects lost. Any phenomena experienced by personnel that is considered unusual, mesmerizing, striking or otherwise in stark contrast to expected reality should report to the nearest medbay. If you witness any of the above behaviours, please report them to your supervisor. Description: SCP-7533 is the designation for an adumbration1 resembling a mature deep sea anglerfish, which roams various metropolitan areas in the island nation of Japan. Although SCP-7533 prefers these areas due to food availability, it remains outside of beaten paths, moving through dark and enclosed areas such as back alleys, subway systems, and maintenance tunnels at most times. While in a passive state, SCP-7533 appears as an incorporeal space marked by significant refraction, akin to the effect observed over hot asphalt, surrounded by a pink umbra. The entity only becomes active to consume prey, which will cause it to gain opacity and become visible to the naked eye. SCP-7533's exact size is unclear, with measurements taken through captured footage estimating a lengthspan between 2.1-2.3 meters. As with non-anomalous species of this kind, it possesses poor eyesight, oversized teeth, and a luminescent dorsal ray with significant deviations from baseline; SCP-7533's "lure" resembles an oil lantern and glows in a soft, pink hue with qualities not dissimilar from neon tube lighting, emitting a low hum and varying slightly in luminance. Most often, this light is observed to be Baker-Miller Pink, which evokes an expected response in those exposed.2 Baker-Miller Pink (pictured above). Those sensitive to cognitohazardous media should avoid prolonged exposure. SCP-7533 feeds primarily on large animals, humans being the plurality of organisms encountered by the anomaly. Despite having impaired vision, SCP-7533 is an adept hunter, moving at high speeds in short bursts when prey is near, but tiring quickly. Due to this limitation, SCP-7533 prefers to position itself in an opportune location and attract prey, which it accomplishes with relative ease. Light that emanates from SCP-7533 adversely affects cognition to weaken and manipulate its prey, though the extent of this effect is unknown. Immersive audiovisual hallucinations, mirage-like illusory manifestations, and behavioural expressions of fear, panic, distraction, confusion and/or awe have been reported, typically resulting in victims placing themselves in close vicinity to SCP-7533 for easy capture. One second surveillance footage excerpt of SCP-7533 with hazard limiting filters. Those sensitive to cognitohazardous media should avoid prolonged exposure. It should be noted that hallucinations experienced as an effect of SCP-7533 are unique to the individual, and thus contradictions in observed phenomena can be used to differentiate hallucination from reality. It is not known whether the anomaly's hunting behavior is indicative of a need to sustain itself, however, prolonged lack of feeding has been shown to cause increased aggression and more intense manipulative phenomena over a larger area of effect. Due to this, feeding efforts from personnel should be responsive, focusing on behavioral changes as a marker to plan accordingly. Addendum 7533.1 - Discovery: SCP-7533 came to the attention of the Foundation on April 18th, 2018, during a live stream which was reported and subsequently reviewed by social media webcrawlers. The stream was swiftly shut down and expunged from all relevant platforms. Commotion resulting from the death of Ito Junichiro, 26, alerted the local authorities of Shibuya to the scene, where Nakamura Akira, 28, acquaintance to Ito and streamer responsible for the reported footage, was recovered. Embedded Foundation agents took notice of the events, assuming control shortly thereafter. Upon further review of the recovered footage, it was determined that mobile containment efforts were necessary. The transcribed and translated footage follows: ACCESS TRANSCRIPT CLOSE Discovery Transcript 7533: Source: Footage recovered from Nakamura's live stream on 18/04/2018, titled "Izakaya Tour: Shibuya Edition" Involved: Nakamura Akira (POI-7533-A) and Ito Junichiro (POI-7533-B) [BEGIN LOG] Footage begins with a tall male figure, identified to be POI-7533-B, walking down a brightly lit, neon-bathed alleyway. He is laughing boisterously, gait noticeably impaired.3 Behind the camera, POI-7533-A is heard, similarly intoxicated. POI-7533-A: Another izakaya down, three—three more until we hit a new record! Feeling good, how about you? POI-7533-B: I feel like eating something fried. You know any good katsu around here? I have no clue where we are. Why did we go down this path? POI-7533-A: I told you, free light show. The signs are fun to look at after a few drinks. We can ask someone for chicken directions after. POI-7533-B: <grumbling> I'd like it more after I had some katsu. POI-7533-A: Chat wants to see, so we will see. POI-7533-B: Ugh. Someone needs to fix their sign, the buzzing is so loud! Are they all this bad? POI-7533-A: I can't hear anything, dude. Might need more drinks. Or less. <laughs> Banter continues as the video pans around, showing dozens of neon signs on each side of the alleyway. Invitations to love hotels, flickering store signs, and motifs such as arrows are seen, pointing to dark side streets in a wash of colours. No corresponding establishments or storefronts are observed. As the two proceed further, the signage increases in frequency, with the colours visible changing on a gradient into a singular pink hue. POI-7533-B: What's up with these signs? Certainly a 'light show', a great publicity stunt for a love hotel. Are you trying to say something? POI-7533-B laughs, making kissing noises towards the camera. POI-7533-A: <laughing> Keep talking shit, but some of those hotels are crazy. There's one Haru stayed in with her friends that had dinosaurs and a private pool with a water slide. POI-7533-B: What? Really? That's awesome. <pauses> What do you think that one's for? POI-7533-B is seen looking away from the camera and enthusiastically pointing to his left, the camera revealing a brightly lit, violently flickering sign in the shape of a spiral, an arrow pointing away and down a dark passage. POI-7533-B: I got a good feeling about this one. Besides, all the buzzing is making my head hurt. POI-7533-A: I don't hear— hey, wait up! The footage jostles, POI-7533-B seen quickly changing direction and walking with a brisk pace down the shrouded alleyway, his friend correcting course and jogging to catch up. POI-7533-A: Dude, there's nothing down here. Wouldn't it be closed at this time, anyway? What are you— POI-7533-B stops suddenly in front of an empty storefront. The space appears abandoned, with a dull, pink light permeating through the dusty windows. Another spiral is observed on the door, the handle of which POI-7533-B tries, looking excitedly at the camera, pupils noticeably dilated. POI-7533-B: Door's unlocked! Let's check it out. POI-7533-A: <nervously> I don't know. This place seems sketchy. Didn't you want katsu? POI-7533-B: Don't be a wimp. What does chat want? To watch me stuff my face or to check out this cool store? I know what they're gonna say. POI-7533-A: <sighs> You're right, but— Before POI-7533-A can finish speaking, his friend pulls on the door handle and steps inside, pink light pouring from the opening and diminishing rapidly as the door swings shut. POI-7533-B: Come on! Be a little adventurous! POI-7533-A hesitates, cautiously making his way to the door. Upon entering, video pans around the disused room, where pink wallpaper and matching tiles cover the interior and a small desk chair in a garish but consistent hue. POI-7533-B is seen standing some ways in, back turned to the camera. The rear of the store remains heavily coated in shadow. POI-7533-A: It's so pink! It's obnoxious, but I don't hate it. <to POI-7533-B> Don't go too far in! POI-7533-B: <calmly> Relax. It's fine. Check out the stuff they're selling, dude. And it just keeps going. POI-7533-A: Huh? What stuff? POI-7533-B's figure disappears into the back of the store, footsteps are heard somewhere a ways ahead, his voice abnormally distant from his friend. POI-7533-B: You have to see this place. I thought it was gonna be a freaky sex shop, but it's like a bunch of stores. Like a mini Akihabara or something… <trails off> POI-7533-A approaches the dark area, where an open stockroom door reveals itself to the camera, entering into another open space shrouded in darkness. The sides of this room are lined with reflective surfaces, with a number of twinkling, pink string lights hanging down from the ceiling. The result is a disorienting display of glowing motes of light in all directions, superficially appearing like an infinite expanse. {$caption} {$caption} POI-7533-A: Wow… POI-7533-A turns to look at the mirrors on his left, video feed picking up a faint shimmer from somewhere behind him. The effect is reflected in several places at once as the camera view distorts. POI-7533-B is not seen, though he is heard laughing and mumbling to himself. After a few seconds, he stops. POI-7533-A: <loudly> Where are you?! Silence. POI-7533-A: Juni— POI-7533-B emits a loud scream from somewhere further inside. The camera's view is obscured as POI-7533-A rushes towards the source of the noise, repeatedly calling out for POI-7533-B. Increasing distortions to the video are observed as a spiral staircase appears in the center of the dark hallway, descending downward to an unknown depth. POI-7533-A: Oh, no thank you. Shit! Another startled yell rings out but is cut short. POI-7533-A rushes down the stairs, cursing to himself. The view tumbles as a loud rustling is heard, the camera falling and landing askew on a tiled floor some distance below. Shuddering breaths and further swearing can be heard as the camera is picked up with shaking hands. A pink glow can be seen further down the passageway, which reveals itself to be a maintenance shaft, though nothing else of note is visible. POI-7533-A begins walking down the tunnel. POI-7533-B: Where are you?! Come on! POI-7533-A: I'm right here! I'm coming! Are you okay? POI-7533-B: Relax. There's nothing down here. POI-7533-A: Are you hurt? I heard you scream— POI-7533-B: It's fine. Don't be a wimp. POI-7533-B comes into view, leaning against a shadowy wall at the next intersection. He bends to the side and waves at the camera. POI-7533-B: You have to see this place. It just keeps going. POI-7533-A: No, we're getting out of here, and then I will beat you up for scaring me. POI-7533-B: Obnoxious, but I don't hate it. POI-7533-A: <laughs nervously> Let's go, you idiot— The light in the space shimmers and distorts as SCP-7533 manifests. POI-7533-B's torso and limbs are not visible. Instead, the entity holds his severed head between its enlarged teeth. As the illusory effect fades, deep red viscera appears, speckling the walls and floor around the entity. The head's face contorts, bathed in undulating, pink light emitting from a lantern held high above. The object hypnotically bobs back and forth. POI-7533-B's eyes open and dart around the area, settling into a stare at POI-7533-A, a smile growing on its pale face. It speaks in a rough impression of Ito's voice. POI-7533-B: What? Are you trying to say something? POI-7533-B laughs, making kissing noises towards the camera. POI-7533-A screams and wheels around, running back towards the stairs, video feed swaying along with his strides. Pink light magnifies as the hum of SCP-7533's lantern swells in volume. Glowing signs rapidly manifest along the walls of the passage, traffic warnings of dead ends and wrong-ways, arrows pointing backwards, and signage of POI-7533-B's visage are observed. Motion and interference distorts the video as POI-7533-A reaches the stairs and ascends them rapidly. He trips, phone once again tumbling downward and onto the hard tiles below, this time landing with the view pointed towards the floor. Loud commotion and panicked cries are heard growing quiet over the next thirty seconds, followed by a loud shattering noise.4 Feed remains black for several minutes until the live stream is shut down. [END LOG] Afterword: Nakamura was discovered by local authorities approximately forty minutes after the events of this log, found hiding within a nearby dumpster and purportedly exhibiting erratic behaviour. Foundation agents recovered Nakamura from police custody and brought him onsite, where he was then treated for acute catatonia and psychosis. Full recovery was established within ten days, after which he was amnesticised and returned to the general public. Footnotes 1. A shadow or faint image of something. 2. Also known as P-618, Schauss Pink, or Drunk-Tank Pink, this shade has been observed to temporarily reduce hostility and other aggressive behaviours. 3. Toxicology reports of recovered remains indicate Ito's BAC was roughly .1% at the time of the attack. 4. Determined later to be SCP-7533-A crashing through the storefront window. M is for "Moonlight" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub O is for "Organs" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7533" by Billith, EmotionalEntropy, and NecroKitten, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7533. 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-7535 | safe | Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Translat? To: You From: Dr. Lynn Subject: Translat? New thing. Need translat. Can do? To: Dr. Lynn From: You Subject: Re:Translat? On it. And get some coffee for Christ's sake. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7535" by Zenobiyl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7535. 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: Goblin Name: Goblin Author: Bruce Szalwinski License: CC BY 2.0 (photoshopped to be black & white) Source Link: https://flic.kr/p/asKoVY |
SCP-7537 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7537 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7537's location has been deemed private property and public access is forbidden. Intruders are to be apprehended and ammnesticized appropriately prior to release. SCP-XXXX1 [sic] is to remain sealed within the confines of SCP-7537 indefinitely. Description: SCP-7537 is a large building resembling an office block, located in a previously barren section of desert in [REDACTED], United States. A single sub-level exists beneath SCP-7537, accessible via a lone elevator shaft. Between this level and SCP-7537 is a proportional amount of empty underground-space, containing no additional sub-levels or subterranean implementations, save for the elevator shaft. The SCP Foundation insignia appears throughout SCP-7537’s interior, although no identifying site designation has been discovered as of yet. No additional buildings exist within the surrounding area. Through SCP-7537’s windows can be seen various rooms, including a central lobby, offices, and hallways that are painted grey or white and lit up by fluorescent ceiling lights. No activity has been detected within SCP-7537 since its discovery. The area in which SCP-7537 manifested was formally designated as a potential location for constructing future Foundation facilities, passing all environmental safety and security requirements. Given the location's expansive size and separation from public notice, the area would have most likely been used as the grounds for a containment facility for potentially high-risk anomalies. No proposals for such a site were ever planned. SCP-7537 manifested gradually over the span of a single week, initially being incorporeal and appearing heavily faded to viewers, before eventually becoming tangible. Addendum - Exploration Log: Access Exploration Log [BEGIN LOG] Command: Mics clear. Continue. Agent Paulson: Ok. Entering the main lobby. Agent Richards: God, this place is boring. Look at it, no decorations or anything. Not even any music. Agent Brendon: Why’d there be music? Agent Richards: The lighting functions just fine. Whole place has been lit up for two weeks straight since initial discovery. Why wouldn’t a lobby have music playing before it jumped? Does in most Foundation sites I’ve been to. Agent Brendon: Not where I was before transferal. Agent Richards: Christ, Site-17 must've been boring. Agent Cameron: Maybe it's to fit the ambiance? Agent Richards: Yeah, which is none at all. I assumed this was gonna be one of those “transported from another reality” sort of deals. But this place is just dull, no personality or obvious cause. Agent Cameron: There’s a clock on the wall just there… It’s stuck on 11:59:59, odd. Agent Paulson: Let’s keep going. Agents exit the main lobby and enter a lit hallway. They pass by several rooms containing nothing of interest. Agents enter into a large cafeteria. Tables and chairs are neatly arranged, various meals sit on trays. Agent Richards: Huh. Food’s fresh. Look, some are still steaming hot. No movement was detected in this area before we entered, right? Agent Paulson: Yes, not since initial manifestation either. Let’s check the kitchen. Agents pass by several tables. Food consists of standard hot and cold meals served in Foundation sites. Food countertops are powered on and contain untouched food. Agent Brendon enters the kitchen, which is empty. Agent Paulson: Check the ovens and stoves. Agent Brendon: They’re all cold. No heat on the hobs either. So how’s everything out there warm? Agent Cameron: Look over here. The fridge and freezers are completely empty. Not even any ice. Pantry’s empty too. Not even any shelves. Agent Richards: Clock's the same in here too. A clock on the wall reads “11:59:59”. Agent Paulson: No time has passed. The food’s been like this for at least two weeks, just sitting out there ready to be eaten. Agent Brendon: It should be the offices up next. [Extraneous data removed] Agents enter an office. Ticking can be heard. Agent Richards: Clock’s the same in here too? Seconds hand isn’t moving though… So where’s the ticking coming from? Agent Paulson: Could be from one of the cubicles. Try looking for anything that stands out. Agent Richards: Everything looks the fucking same in here. Agent Brendon: Yeah. Almost identical to 17's accounting office. Team separates into two groups. Agents Brendon and Cameron search the cubicles, Agents Paulson and Richards inspect nearby offices. All cubicles contain an identical workstation consisting of a computer, chair, and filing cabinet. All computer monitors are turned on, displaying either a plain desktop, or blank writing document. Agents Brendon and Cameron eventually encounter a cubicle with three polaroid photographs pinned to its interior wall. Agent Brendon: Finally, something different. The three photographs all include an identical middle-aged man with balding white hair. In one, the man stands alongside a woman of similar age and a young girl. The Eiffel Tower is visible in the background, all three are smiling. In another, the man is pictured standing next to a sign reading “Yellowstone National Park”, he stares towards the camera vacantly. The last picture shows him amongst several other people in an office space. A banner reading “Merry Christmas!” hangs from the ceiling; most appear to be celebrating while he is visibly tired and frowning. Agent Cameron: Wait. Look at this… Agent Cameron closely examines the third photograph. He is pictured standing amongst the other staff. Agent Brendon: What the fuck? Agent Cameron: That’s the 2019 Christmas party we had back at Site-17. I remember the whole thing. You drank too much and got thrown out, didn’t you? Agent Brendon: That’s not relevant. I don’t remember this guy though. Name plate on the desk reads “Ronald Christian”. Ring any bells? Agent Cameron: I remember posing for the photograph, actually… I’m trying to remember if he- Agent Cameron pauses. Agent Cameron: Strange. When I try remembering that guy, nothing comes up. Just a vacant spot where he should be standing. Agent Brendon: Ok, that’s weird. You feel ok? Agent Cameron: Yeah, I’m fine. We get checked for cognitohazards after this anyway. Elsewhere, agents Paulson and Richards check several office doors. Most name plates are blank, until they find one reading “Site Director William Debris”. They enter the office, which contains a single desk, chair, a potted plant in the corner, and other basic furnishings. A framed photo on the desk shows a young man with a cybernetic arm and a young boy. The boy is looking at the man’s arm excitedly while the man laughs. Agent Paulson: Haha, cute. Agent Richards: I swear, I’ve seen that guy in stock images… Agent Paulson opens a drawer in the desk. She pulls out the only item: A folder with “SCP-XXXX” [sic] printed on the front. She opens the file, revealing several written documents that have been almost completely censored with black bars and the phrases “[REDACTED]”, and “[DATA EXPUNGED]” throughout. A photograph inside the file shows a large metal door, with a window that has been partly censored. Underneath a caption reads “SCP-XXXX’s containment chamber”. Agent Paulson: “XXXX”. Could it be an esoteric designation? Agent Richards: Containment procedures are right here: “SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a specialised containment chamber… In the Restricted Containment- pauses …Wing of Site-XX”? The rest’s too long to read right now. Agent Paulson: Guess we have a name for this place then. Let’s get the others and go. Agent Richards: But evidently no thesaurus. [Extraneous data removed] Group walks through a desolate hallway. The sound of ticking can be heard, despite there being no clocks present. [Extraneous data removed] Agents enter the elevator. All floor buttons are blank, except for one at the very bottom labeled “00”. None of the other buttons function when pressed. “00” is chosen, and the elevator begins moving. Recorded Voice: Floor Zero - Restricted Containment Wing. Agent Richards: Didn’t even need any clearance… The elevator drones for two minutes before stopping. The doors open to reveal a long narrow hallway containing multiple cell doors. Agent Paulson: Mic check. Command, do you read? Command: You’re clear. No disturbances. Agent Paulson: Good, let’s keep going. Team continues down the hallway. Various containment chambers are seen with SCP designations on the front, none of which match any currently existing SCPs (SCP-????, SCP-, SCP-####, etc). Several are equipped with one-way windows for looking inside, although nothing can be seen within the featureless cells. Agent Brendon inspects one of the doors. Agent Brendon: Won’t budge… Wait. Agent Brendon closely inspects the bottom of the door. He then turns and pulls on its handle several times. Agent Brendon: It’s not a real door. It’s just attached to the wall. Agent Richards: I bet they all are. Agent Cameron: No, wait. Look over there. Through one of the windows can be seen a table lit by a single fluorescent light. On the table sits a large firearm resembling a rifle and a clipboard. The rifle has been fitted with several unidentified augmentations. A document attached to the clipboard reads “SCP-++++ - Chekhov’s Gun”. Agent Richards: Fucking subtle. Agent Brendon attempts to turn the handle, finding it to be locked. Agent Paulson: We’ll come back for that later. Let’s go. Agents pass through several additional hallways, all of similar, unremarkable appearance. Eventually the team enter through a pair of double doors labeled “SCP-XXXX Containment Wing”. Inside is a transport trolley leading into a large, subterranean tunnel. On the trolley’s control panel is a large red button. Agent Paulson: Permission to continue forward? Command: Go ahead. Agent Paulson activates the trolley and it begins to move towards “SCP-XXXX”’s containment wing. Agent Cameron: What do the rest of you think of this so far? Agent Brendon: Alternate Foundation from another reality? Something went wrong? That’s usually the case. I’ve heard of a few. Agent Cameron: I’m not sure, and why were only two personnel in that office named? My head’s still ringing. Agent Brendon: First guy seemed to have a life from the look of those photographs. Do you remember anyone mentioning a guy named “Ronald Christian” back at 17? Agent Cameron: Maybe? Nothing concrete. Just ideas, if you’d call them that. I can imagine someone like that walking around Site-17… All serious and professional… hardly spending time with his family. That’s why he was alone in the other photos. Wife eventually left him and took the kid after he told her about his transfer here. Then the head of site made a major discovery and wanted him on a special project and became obsessed with something big that should have been kept buried but they did it for the sake of discovery as that’s what Director William Debris always told him but in the end their curiosity got thebetterofthebothofthemandthewholesiteexperiencedamasscontai- Agent Paulson Cameron… Cameron! Christ! Agent Cameron jolts up. Agent Cameron: Erm… God, what was that? Agent Richards: You went off on a monologue. Are you ok? Agent Cameron: Yeah. Think I’m fine. What the hell? The trolley comes to a stop and the team gets off. Agents stand in-front of a metal door. Beyond the other side, alarms can be heard blaring. Agents all nod to one another before opening the door. Alarms can immediately be heard from inside. The interior hallway is submerged in darkness, only lit by the occasional flash of red alarm lights. The team passes by several rooms containing large computing structures covered in various glowing lights; most are producing smoke along with sparks flying out. Rumbling throughout the hallway and explosions from passing rooms can be heard as the team make their way through. In one of the rooms is a large computer monitor that reads “CONTAINMENT BREACH IMMINENT”. Agents reach a door at the end of another hallway. They enter. Team arrives in a small room. The walls and ceiling are constructed out of metal and the floor is concrete. On the far side wall is a single metal door, to the left side is a placard reading “SCP-XXXX”. All noises from the other room have become inaudible. Agent Cameron: Thank god. Agent Paulson approaches the containment chamber of “SCP-XXXX“ and looks inside through its window. The chamber appears empty. Agent Richards: What do you see? Agent Paulson Come take a look. Agents approach and take turns to look inside. Agent Richards: Is that a… No, wait… It’s going back into its main mass… Something else is coming out now, like a big cluster of a eyes… Agent Brendon: No, there’s a tail. Horns too. Long spider legs, creepy. Agent Cameron: The whole thing is translucent. Can just make out its shape around the edges. Agent Paulson: Command, are you seeing anything? Command: No. Nothing on our end. What do you see? Agent Paulson looks back at the others Agent Paulson: Some sort of mass. Translucent, and in a constant state of reshaping. It seems none of us are seeing the same thing though. It's trying to take on a certain form. More like it's resisting, trying to go back to its original form of a shapeless mass. Almost looks like something is pulling at it and trying to reshape it like clay. Cameron, anything? Agent Cameron: I think maybe something like… It definitely feels like a monster. Looks like so many other things that I've seen before. That one lighthouse creature with a giant eye. A skull lady submerged in red flame. That giant spider we dealt with last month… It became all of those things briefly for a just few seconds when I just looked at it. I think this is meant to be what that Christian guy was helping contain, and he had a whole bunch of reasons to let it out, and screw over Director Debris. You heard what I said before, guy seemed to have lost his way. But- Agent Cameron reaches for the door handle. At this point, the visual phenomena similarly described by agents becomes visible on the camera feed. Agent Cameron then puts his hand down and SCP-XXXX is no longer visible on camera again. Agent Paulson: What? Agent Cameron: None of it feels real. This isn't that monster, at least yet. It feels incomplete, like it could be a monster whenever it shifts into something though. But then it's not anymore. I think it doesn't want to be. But if we open this door to find out and cause the containment breach, that's it. It won't be able to resist becoming whatever this place wants it to be anymore. Cameras continue to show nothing inside the chamber Agent Richard: We shouldn't do anything further until we know exactly what this is. Agent Brendon: Or maybe we should just leave it. Have someone run some tests before crossing the chamber's threshold. Agent Paulson: Agreed. Command, we're ready to leave. Command: Very well. Return to base. Agent Paulson: Let's go. Agents exit the room, leaving the empty containment chamber. [Extraneous data removed] Agent Richards: Wait. Should we go back for that gun? Agent Paulson: No. It’s not important. [END LOG] Note: A follow-up investigation revealed multiple Foundation personnel stationed at or formerly located at Site-17 to have experienced a sudden recollection of SCP-7537 as an official Foundation containment site, recognising it primarily as the workplace of a "Ronald Christian". This phenomena ceased following Agent Cameron's refusal to release SCP-XXXX from its chamber. All affected personnel claimed to be under the impression that the location was about to experience a site-wide containment breach caused by a Keter or Apollyon level anomalous entity. Footnotes 1. Not a typo. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7537" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7537. 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-7538 | safe | 2/7538 LEVEL 2/7538 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7538 Safe Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Aquatic Site-757 Terry Numen Meg Mako N/A SCP-7538 instance Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7538 are confined within a standard containment unit under the purview of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED). Assigned personnel are allowed to interact with said specimens on a bi-weekly basis in various recreational activities. Those outside the SCP-7538 management team may also participate with permission from the Research Head. Description: SCP-7538 designates a group of sentient stuffed selachians colloquially referred to as 'Blåhaj', manufactured by the Swedish company IKEA. Specimens of SCP-7538 are capable of levitation, travelling through the air in a matter comparable to swimming in the ocean. Despite bearing a resemblance to typical blue sharks, SCP-7538's behavior are similar to that of domesticated canines, being fairly docile and able to understand simple instructions. Addendum: Recording Log On the 9th of November, 2021, an unauthorized package was delivered to Site-757 before being taken in by Dr. Mako and brought to SCP-7538's cell. Due to this, Senior Researcher Anthony Clips was sent in to investigate the matter. [BEGIN LOG] Clips enters the containment chamber while fixated on a clipboard he has in hand. Clips: Good afternoon, Ms. Mako. Director Numen had sent me here to inspect a certain matter involving a recent package that arrived on-site. Apparently, I was told you would know about it so — He looks up and sees Mako, who is staring back at him while taping a boxing glove to the tip of an SCP-7538 instance's nose with duct tape. Her mouth is agape and her eyes are widened as Clips accidentally drops his clipboard. There is a brief moment of silence. A number of other specimens are also equipped with boxing gloves. He kneels down and picks up his clipboard. Clips: What are you doing? Mako glances away from Clips before looking back. Mako: What does it look like I'm doing? Clips: It looks like you're attaching boxing gloves to your pet sharks. Mako: Well, you'd be right, my good man. Thanks for the observation! Clips clicks his pen repeatedly and sighs. Clips: I'm reporting you to the higher ups. Mako: Wait, wait, wait — Mako scrambles to Clips, almost tripping while doing so. Mako: I can assure you that I have a very reasonable explanation behind… (gestures) all this. It makes a lot of sense once you hear me out. Clips: I'm sorry but I doubt there's anything reasonable about that. Clips points to two SCP-7538 instances bumping into each other using the boxing gloves. She turns to them and lets out a chuckle. Mako: It's cute, isn't it? Clips: That's… besides the point. Mako: Eh, you were considering it for a moment. Clips: No, I wasn't. Mako: Are you shore? Laying playful punches on your new fishy friends. You'd be down for that, right? Clips: No, I wouldn't. That's ridiculous. Mako turns back. Mako: Look, Clippy — Clips: Don't call me "Clippy". Mako: — Clips, right. This is all just a misunderstanding. I mean, I’m only trying to expand on our recreational activities. Creating more games we can play together, you know? Clips: And you jumped to… boxing gloves? Mako: This is just an experiment! Clips: This is a glorified show-and-tell at an elementary school. Mako: Good greef, Clips. You're hurting the poor souls. Look at them. Two SCP-7538 instances are chasing one another. Clips raises his eyebrow. Clips: You're hurting the site's budget. Mako: No, I'm not. This is from my own paycheck, honest. Clips: Then you're hurting your own budget. I'm leaving. Mako rushes to the entrance, blocking him. Mako: I'm afraid I can't let you go, Clips. Clips: Step away, Ms. Mako. You're being highly unprofessional. Mako: No. I'm sorry, but you leave me no choice. (Raises her voice) Finions! All SCP-7538 specimens faces Mako and Clips. Clips: What the f — Mako: ATTACK! Mako shoves Clips to the ground as the SCP-7538 instances approach him, proceeding to surround and punch him all over his body again and again. Mako: That's right. Come on, boys. Punch him in the gut! Clips: Hey, stop! Get off of me! Mako: What's wrong, Clips? Don't you sea how much fun they're having? Clips: Mako, for the love of — ow! Clips shields himself from the specimens with his clipboard. Mako: I'm sure it can also improve staff morale. Very entertaining, very fun. It's a jawsome idea, don't you agree? Clips: Ow! — As if. Mako: Aw, you're such a gilljoy. Clips: Mako, can you please stop this whole fiasc — ow! — STOP THAT! The SCP-7538 instances stop and hesitate for a moment before continuing. Mako: No, I still need more data. Just keep 'em occupied for a little longer, okay? Clips: Ugh… The next few minutes consist of Clips being constantly hit by the SCP-7538 instances, occasionally but unsuccessfully attempting to wave them off with his arm. Mako then calls them off, causing the specimens to fly elsewhere and interact with each other again. Clips remains in a fetal position as Mako kneels down, staring at his face. He ignores her and turns to the ground. Mako: So, water your thoughts? What'd you think? Pause. Clips: …I think I hate you. Another pause. Mako grins. Mako: (Inhales) Worth it. [FIN. LOG] Dr. Mako was later reprimanded for this behavior. The boxing gloves were also confiscated and removed from facility grounds. cmon clips i said i was sorry No, Mako. You should consider this a warning for such childish conduct. Even if your department handles matters concerning the morale of anomalies, I did not consent to being endlessly punched by shark toys stuck with boxing gloves. Apology unaccepted. okay, yeah, that was unfair. i shouldve given u the chance to fight back What? what did u do with the gloves anyway? Like we said, they were disposed of. no dont lie i saw that glimmer in ur eyes back there theres no need to be so uptide, u know I'm not lying. Stop with the puns. And stop acting like you know what you're saying. look, me and the other management staff r planning to have an all out fight with our sharks. twice as many boxing gloves, twice as many punches, twice as fun i know u said we shouldnt slack off like that but theres nothing wrong with loosening up every once in a while besides, we can just write it off as standard protocol. im sure its fine Please, I have no reason to play around with you lot. clips, its a simple yes or no question u wanna come with or not? … Okay, fine. 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SCP-7539 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7539 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7539 will be captured with lure buses operated by MTF Kappa-3 ("Bus Barn"). Instances of SCP-7539 in containment will be fed buses once a week; to facilitate this, the Foundation operates a small shell company that claims to operate intraurban bus routes. Buses fed to SCP-7539 should not be fueled. Description: SCP-7539 is a species of sentient metal-based life forms that exclusively prey on buses. They are four wheeled vehicles of various size and coloration. SCP-7539's primary cognition source is a small titanium box. This box contains a standard car battery and a large amount of doped silicon; the silicon is arranged into logic gates that functions as a rudimentary stimulus-response system. Small silicon wires lead from this box to essential mechanical components (the engine, axles, digestive mechanism, etc) and serve as a signaling and coordination system. No recognizable sensory apparatuses have been found on SCP-7539. The current hypothesis subscribed to by Foundation researchers is that SCP-7539 instances receive vibrational input from their tires, though this has not been conclusively established. In order to consume buses, the front half of SCP-7539 instances splits apart across a vertical seam. This process uses a specialized piston and swings open on concealed hinges. While open, SCP-7539 instances will accelerate and scoop the target bus into the main body. Once ingested, a series of hydraulic pistons and rams pulverize the bus. Acids, heat, and mechanical agitation assist in the digestive process. Any pieces that cannot be digested, including upholstery and tires, are expelled from behind while the instance is in motion. The full digestive process has not been fully characterized; the metal is presumably used for growth and reproduction. These processes have not yet been observed in containment or in the wild. Batteries within ingested automobiles are isolated and removed by an as-yet unknown subprocess, with the stored energy being transferred to the instance's brain. Gasoline is removed and consumed in another uncharacterized process. Any humans inside SCP-7539 will be expelled before the alkaline breakdown via a specialized subprocess.1 The exact mechanism of this subprocess is not yet known; however, it is capable of detecting humans of all genders, races, and age, and cannot differentiate between humans and mannequins of approximate shape. Objects or collections of objects the same mass as humans will continue to the alkaline reaction stage, and will be expelled as normal. SCP-7539 instances will slow prior to ejecting humans; damage to humans ejected is usually low, consisting of abrasions, friction burns, or cuts. SCP-7539 instances appear to exclusively attack and consume buses. The type, size, color, or purpose of bus does not appear to matter, with instances having been observed consuming school buses, tour buses, double-decker buses, and limousine buses. Instances will not attack vans, streetcars, trolleys, trucks, or limousines. SCP-7539 instances specialize in a certain type of bus, and display a variety of morphological features to facilitate consumption. Observed modifications include increased height and width, decreased length, patterning (including colors consistent with modern automobile manufacturing, asphalt coloring on the lower half to create illusory distance, windshield and passengers, and bumper stickers), and behavioral patterns. As SCP-7539 does not appear to predate the invention of the automobile, the exact development of these traits is still unknown. SCP-7539 have different environmental preferences and behaviors depending on the type of bus targeted; for instance, instances targeting school buses will often follow them on their route, waiting until all children have been offloaded, and instances targeting tour buses will often congregate around well-known tourist destinations. SCP-7539 instances do not react to any attempts at communication, or socialize with one other. Given an ample supply of food, SCP-7539 instances do not attempt to escape. When not given food, SCP-7539 instances will become agitated and roam around containment. As SCP-7539 instances will avoid walls, this does not pose a containment breach risk. If completely drained of gasoline, SCP-7539 instances will no longer be able to move. If completely drained of electricity, SCP-7539 instances will no longer present stimulus-response. The maximum amount of time SCP-7539 instances can go without gasoline depends on travel time, speed, and distance; the maximum amount of time SCP-7539 instances can go without a battery is two weeks. If an SCP-7539 instance is completely drained of electricity and given a full battery, SCP-7539 will not resume stimulus-response. At the time of writing, 1 active instance of SCP-7539 is in containment, from three original captured specimens. SCP-7539 does not appear to be manmade, though the mechanisms by which a specialized predator could gain a foothold in a roughly one hundred year period is currently unknown. Footnotes 1. This seeming preference to leave humans unhurt and instead prey solely on other vehicles is the primary distinguishing trait of this anomaly when compared to other organic vehicles such as SCP-3470. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7539" by Jekeled, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7539. 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SCP-7540 | pending | SCP-7540 - The Blazing City and the God of the Moon written by cubeflix Image Credits: header.jpg is from https://www.flickr.com/photos/nrcgov/14492221880/in/photolist-85to7C-o5CqEu-fVW2F1-2gu54Jj-yuWYf2-xQyLtn-yMsgoT-yNdH4Z-cDvSDY-fVWn6c-ooT6H6-sMdHhG-Tnn4kW-qrrHeH-Mw1Dfs-Mc7Prq-iihv3z-TqdxZi-UAc6tE-fNJ6Jr-iihQcC-UpyxVY-EKxF32-21LuBpd-iihYrw-24kDEs7-GgLS4h-fVWmJF-24pCj6T-GgLNdG-EKx3qp-EKxeui-8rn96x-8rqfzA-24pC6s6-TnnyvQ-5Poigx-iihLbb-8rn8SX-EKxgkT-8rqfP1-94nuDP-AUEH4e-wPpCgh tomb.png is from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adrien_Guignet_-_Retreat_of_the_ten_thousand.jpg, edited by me in https://pinetools.com/image-edge-detection. https://www.flickr.com/photos/yimhafiz/3984451486 moon.jpg is from https://www.flickr.com/photos/yimhafiz/3984451486 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} /* Foxtrot Sigma-9 Theme [2022 Wikidot Theme] By Liryn */ /* FONTS */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap'); 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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; 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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; 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} .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: 7540 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7540 primary access shaft. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force RPCF Site-515 Dr. Evaline Griers Dr. Kareem Laghmani ATF Delta-515-β ("Shut and Sealed") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Remote Provisional Containment Facility (RPCF) Site-515 has been established above SCP-7540 and is to monitor it for any deviations. All civilians within a 20km radius surrounding SCP-7540 are to be relocated under Cover Story ζ-3 ("Protected Government Facility") and motor traffic is to be redirected. ATF Delta-515-β ("Shut and Sealed") is to maintain Quiet Zone A6-53 and establish surveillance of SCP-7540. Access to SCP-7540 is restricted to authorized Site-515 personnel. Use of Kreers-Thurnley Anomalous Field Inhibitors (KT-AFIs) is authorized in order to dampen SCP-7540's effects. See ADDENDUM 7540-2. SCP-7540 is to remain sealed. DESCRIPTION Recreation of a fragment of SCP-7540's third inscription. SCP-7540 is a large, ornate marble tomb located at 13°30'09.6"N 16°00'35.0"E, approximately 2 kilometers northwest of Cheddra, Chad. SCP-7540 is submerged underground 133 meters beneath sea level and is therefore only accessible via a Foundation-dug shaft located in Site-515. The tomb itself is approximately 4.5 meters in length, 1 meter in width, and 1 meter in height. Inscriptions on SCP-7540's surface do not match any known historical art styles or languages, mundane or anomalous; instead, the surface of the tomb is split into six segments with a different image inscribed onto each segment: a sunset, behind it, a moon rising over the horizon; a night sky above the clouds, with a crescent moon and an enormous floating eye in the distance; two unidentified armies at battle in a city; unintelligible writing and unknown symbols; an unidentified humanoid figure suspended above a mountain; a single closed eye. SCP-7540 possesses a strong óneiro-kinetic1 effect to those within a ~15km radius surrounding it. This effect is steadily declining in strength; for more information, see ADDENDUM 7540-1. Subjects under this effect also report the absence of a moon in the night sky. The significance of this is unknown. SCP-7540-1 refers to the entity, phenomenon, or object located within SCP-7540.2 Further information is not available at this time. DISCOVERY SCP-7540 was discovered on 01/11/2022 by the Department of Global Surveillance after reports began circulating of strange dreams and visions in civilians located in and around Cheddra, Chad. Suspecting anomalous involvement, the closest Foundation facility, African Regional Command (ARC) Site-901 requested a research team from Western Regional Command (WRC) Site-19, and SCP-7540 was immediately located after ground scans showed abnormal topology around it. Soon after, a provisional containment site was established above the anomaly and its primary access shaft was dug. SCP-7540's age or how it came to be buried underground are still unknown.3 Further investigation is underway. ADDENDUM 7540-1 — EFFECTS OF SCP-7540 The following interviews were conducted by Dr. Kareem Laghmani to ascertain the effects of SCP-7540 on human subjects. Interview with Agent Traxler Jones (Initial Investigation Team) [BEGIN LOG] LAGHMANI: Agent Jones. Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. JONES: Oh, it's no problem. I'm… not as busy around here anymore anyways. LAGHMANI: So. [Clears throat.] What can you tell me about the SCP-7540 anomaly? What was your experience like with it? JONES: Well, I was a part of the initial recon team, but you probably already know that. I think what I remember most of was the visit, though. It was standard stuff. We were flown out to African command, sorry, Site-901, and then briefed on our mission there. They told us pretty much what we already knew: villagers with strange dreams, possible memetic influence, etcetera. We were supposed to figure out the source of the anomalous activity and put a stop to it. Somehow. [Laughs.] LAGHMANI: When was your first encounter with the object's anomalous effects? JONES: I had… a dream on our way there. We took a helicopter to the Cheddra site. As we started to get closer and closer to the main location, I think at some point I definitely began feeling the tomb's effects. Yeah, Chicago4 and I both dozed off around halfway, which was fine since we weren't on any duties yet or anything. But man, I don't think I've ever felt so lucid while dreaming before. I knew I was asleep, I could tell I was dreaming, but I also still felt like I had full control, like I could still think and make decisions, you know? [Pauses.] I don't know if I was even dreaming about anything for that beginning part, I just felt… alive. And I could feel something too, not like physically feeling something but more like sensing something else was there, just kinda… watching me. Something dimly glowing, something… old? It wasn't right. I don't know, it just felt wrong. JONES: After a bit of time though, I think I started to actually see something in the dream. Yeah. I- I don't know how to explain… imagine a mountain, right? And you're almost at the top of the mountain, even though you can't really see the peak. And you're climbing bit by bit, little by little, until you start to get to the clouds. That's what I was seeing. But I could never quite reach the clouds for some reason, they kept getting higher and the mountain kept growing taller and so I kept climbing higher and higher and higher until the clouds just… [Smiles.] the clouds opened up for me. LAGHMANI: Opened up? JONES: Yeah, like they were, I don't know, revealing something to me. Once I was through the layer of clouds I could finally see that it was nighttime and there were no stars in the sky, just me and the big, bright full moon. And so I— I kneeled down on the mountaintop, and I think I… I screamed up at the moon. I don't know what made me do it. Something about the moon just felt so… wrong, you know? I don't know what happened. I don't know why I did it. But I remember that afterwards it— it smiled. LAGHMANI: Smiled? How could the moon smile? JONES: I— don't know. It was a dream, remember? [Pauses.] But still, even now, whenever I look up and see the moon I can kind of hear it. Laughing at me. Like its still smiling, even when I'm not dreaming. [Shivers.] And before you ask, yeah, I'm on amnestics, Doc, but I don't think they're helping much. [Laughs nervously.] Just— oh, god. I asked to be sent back to nineteen the moment we landed. [Pause.] JONES: I don't want to ever go back. [END LOG] Interview with Researcher Alonzo Quires (Initial Investigation Team) [BEGIN LOG] QUIRES: Oh! Kareem. I didn't know when I'd be meeting you again. LAGHMANI: I told you, I'd be sooner than you thought. [Laughs.] You mentioned a recurring dream that you had at the Cheddra site before being transferred back to Site-19. Can you tell me a little more about that? QUIRES: Ah yes. The dream. After we had finally found SCP-7540 and gotten settled at the campsite for a little while, I started having a series of notably… intense dreams. Well, sort of. Intense, vivid, you know. They felt so… real, like I could never wake up. Like I was never sleeping. LAGHMANI: Noted. Tell me more. What do you recall from the dreams? QUIRES: If I remember correctly… yes. They were all the same, they all went like this: it is dark and cloudy and I am standing on an impossibly tall hill, extending upwards through the sky. I cannot see the bottom of the hill, it's as if it keeps going down and down until all that's visible is just blackness. QUIRES: In the dreams, I had nowhere to go and nothing to do, so I just started climbing up. I climbed for… what felt like hours. After an eternity, though, I remember looking back behind me and seeing that the bottom of the hill had changed. Instead of the infinite darkness that was there before there was now a— a bottom. And at the bottom was a city. LAGHMANI: A city? QUIRES: Yes, a city. I could see it as clear as day now that the darkness had gone— it was enormous. Thousands of little houses and buildings and towers everywhere, all walled in by these magnificent stone walls. Oh, and it was on fire. LAGHMANI: On fire? QUIRES: Of course, what else could burn so bright and make those people scream like that? Yes, the whole thing was ablaze, glowing gold and yellow as I saw these tiny men surrounding it with flaming bows and arrows and cannons, all firing into the blazing city. It was.. oddly beautiful. LAGHMANI: I see. What did you do next? QUIRES: I didn't want to get troubled with whatever war was happening there, you see, and I was already so far up so I… I continued to climb. After what I think felt like another eternity I at last made it through the clouds at the top of the hill. Through the clouds, there I could finally see the sky. It was… completely empty, save for the moon. It glowed so brightly, it felt so beautiful and at the same time… so wrong. LAGHMANI: Wrong? QUIRES: I don't know how to describe it. Some part of me, something deep within me saw that glowing orb in the sky and… panicked. Like it was scared. The rational part of my brain was absent then, and so I turned and I ran. I started sprinting down the hill, I recall tripping on my way down several times but I didn't stop— every part of my body now held a single desire: to get away from the moon. LAGHMANI: What happened next? QUIRES: The moon started following me, laughing and screaming on its way down, and so I started screaming too, and… and… well that's when I'd wake up. LAGHMANI: I see. I do remember your bunkmates telling me about that… screaming. Were those dreams why you decided to leave? QUIRES: Oh, Kareem. You should have seen the way it looked at me, its eyes, I— LAGHMANI: It's okay, Alonzo. Thank you for your time. [END LOG] Interview with Agent Amy Navarra (Initial Investigation Team) [BEGIN LOG] LAGHMANI: Agent Navarra. Please, sit down. NAVARRA: Thank you. LAGHMANI: What do you remember from the Cheddra investigation? Anything… unusual? NAVARRA: [Smiles.] I work for the Foundation, Doctor, I think you're forgetting. LAGHMANI: Yes, I'm sure you saw your fair share of odd occurrences during that mission. But did anything in particular stand out to you? NAVARRA: I… remember having a dream. I don't generally remember dreams very well so I guess this sort of… "stands out to me", like you say. In the dream, I was standing in a small, ceiling-less tower in a large walled-in city. The floor was made of stone and hay, and the walls were weak like paper. Outside the tower I could hear screaming and chaos and people fighting, so I concentrate and try to focus on what I am doing. NAVARRA: In the dream, I pull out a knife. I— I don't remember where from, but I do remember it being sharp, exceptionally sharp. And then… ah yes. I look up. Directly above my tower I see a pale, glowing, full moon. I'm not sure why, but something abhorrent resides there, I can feel it. I squint up at the surface of the moon and I see hundreds of small, beady human eyes, all blinking down at me. They tell me… something, that's all I can remember. And so I lift the blade to my face and carve out my eyes. LAGHMANI: I'm sorry, you— NAVARRA: Please don't interrupt. LAGHMANI: My apologies. Continue. NAVARRA: I carve out my eyes. I don't feel any pain or anything, in fact, I distinctly recall it feeling quite comfortable. And so I let my eyeballs carefully slide into my palm as I call out to the moon, offering them up as sacrifice. And I know this sounds odd, but I swear I could feel the moon smiling down at me as it accepted my gift. Before it leaves, however, I asked it that in return, the moon should save my town. Protect my city, save my friends. And it… agrees. And after that… I don't know. It all becomes foggy. And then I wake up. LAGHMANI: That's… something. If I'm being completely honest, that was quite confusing. NAVARRA: I wouldn't think about it too much, Doctor. It was really just a dream. And if you think about it too much, you'll start seeing her, and well, [Chuckles.] that means she can see you, too. LAGHMANI: I— yes. Thank you. That will be all. NAVARRA: Keep her dreaming. Don't wake her up. [END LOG] Interview with Affected Civilian Subject (Translated) [BEGIN LOG] LAGHMANI: Good morning, elder. SUBJECT: Ahh, good morning to you, too, child. I don't see men like you around here often. LAGHMANI: No, I wouldn't expect so. I am here on behalf of the… government. I am sure you know, we will need to relocate you, eventually. SUBJECT: So I have heard. May I ask why? LAGHMANI: Unfortunately, that's entirely confidential. I am here today to ask you about something entirely different, however. I'd like to know… have you been having any strange dreams, lately? SUBJECT: Strange? No. Nothing out of the ordinary, that is for sure. LAGHMANI: Hmm. Well, could you tell me about your latest dream, perhaps? Lat us start there. SUBJECT: If you'd really like to know… alright. In my latest dream, I am standing in front of a mountain of immense proportions; I can just barely see it's peak shooting through the clouds. Behind me, I can see my village, although it is… changed. LAGHMANI: Changed? In what way? SUBJECT: It is much larger now, far more houses. And I no longer recognize any of the men or women or children who I've grown accustomed to knowing. The people are different. LAGHMANI: I see. SUBJECT: All of a sudden, I hear screaming and I can smell smoke. In the distance, I see raiders and strange men running into our village with swords and arrows and fire. As they close in I quickly run into a home and hide myself there, under a table. LAGHMANI: Interesting. What do you do next? SUBJECT: I pray. I pray to God, to the sky gods, to the sun gods, to every god I know. And I pray to the moon, the old taboo god. And I know she hears me. And so I offer up my life in exchange for my village's protection— LAGHMANI: But is it your village? You said that it looked, well, different. The people had changed. SUBJECT: But I am an elder nonetheless. Should I not continue my duty to protect my people's land, even if I do not recognize them? No. I will still protect them. And so I plead to the moon god for protection, for my people's protection, and she so graciously responds. And at last I can feel my body being pulled up, through the table I am hiding under, through the sky, into salvation… and then I wake up. And that's what I dreamed of. That's how it has always happened before. LAGHMANI: I see. Did you say "before"? Do you have this dream often? Is this something you… commonly fear? SUBJECT: Fear? No, because I know she is always watching us. She may be sleeping, yes, but still watching. LAGHMANI: I'm sorry, "she"? Who— SUBJECT: She's watching you, too. Just look into her tomb and you'll see. She's waiting. [END LOG] Following the Foundation's initial discovery of SCP-7540, the anomaly's óneiro-kinetic effects have been observed to gradually drop at a rate of approximately 9.3% per day. Site-515 researchers believe this to be a result of the Foundation's efforts to contain SCP-7540's effects (notably with KT-AFIs), although this is still uncertain. Research is underway. ADDENDUM 7540-2 — ANALYSIS OF SCP-7540-1 Imaging and standard non-anomalous testing has proved ineffective on SCP-7540-1. Through intensive anomalous testing, the following information has been gathered about the nature of SCP-7540-1: it is not an anomalous phenomenon; it is not an inert anomalous object; it is not human; it is not alive; it does not possess a soul; it is not dead; it is not awake; it does show signs of advanced noögenesis; it is not mortal; it is not an angel; it is not (actively) worshipped; it may or may not be deific (type-Ψ/LUNA); it may or may not be related to a celestial body; it is of unknown origin; it is waking up (determined by the Department of Tactical Theology). CONTAINMENT UPDATE By the direct order of the Department of Tactical Theology, the use of Kreers-Thurnley Anomalous Field Inhibitors is prohibited in order to ensure the continued sleep of SCP-7540-1. Under no circumstances is SCP-7540-1 to wake up. SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT ADDENDUM 7540-3 — DREAM LOGS The following dream logs were recorded by Researcher Nathanial Kocsis while directly under the óneiro-kinetic effects of SCP-7540. Dream Log 01 - Researcher Nathanial Kocsis I close my eyes and I begin to feel the familiar warm lull of sleep pulling me in. And as I fall into a gentle slumber I feel a presence of something watching me, something I have never felt before. Something eerie. But I relax and I allow this presence to take me away, and it does so gladly. I now see myself atop a mountain, the presence having taken me above the clouds. As I regain my footing, here I can finally see the true identity of the presence for myself. It is the moon, and it shines so brightly in the sky. As I look up into the starless, empty black void where the moon resides, I see a single large eye forming on the surface of the moon itself. As I watch in horror, the eye opens up and smiles at me. It tells me something, something arcane, and I feel the weight of this knowledge pushing down on me so powerfully. And so I begin to descend the mountain. I am panicking now, and all I want to do is to escape the sight of the moon's eye. I run down the mountain for ages until I at last reach the bottom. At the base of the mountain I see an enormous, beautiful city. To my horror, the city is being lit ablaze. Thousands of men surround the city's immense walls and begin to set fire to it, some even firing blazing arrows into the heart of the city itself! The men do not notice me, and so I freeze and turn around. The moon has caught up with me, and so without thinking, I drop down to my knees and begin to pray to it. I pray and ask it to protect the city, the beautiful pristine city. It smiles wider and wider and I feel something unnatural washing around me before the moon screams. Its scream is like a shrill laugh, and I feel shivers running down every cell of my body. As the moon continues to scream, I watch as, to my amazement and horror, the men destroying the city begin to levitate and writhe in pain. Their bodies rise unnaturally as the moon only continues to scream and laugh. This continues for what feels like an eternity as the men continue to scream in pain while the moon continues to scream in what sounds like amusement until at last it stops. The men fall to the ground, while the moon begins to descend from the heavens until it too falls to the ground. It is exhausted, that much is obvious, and so it lies down in a marble tomb and begins to dream. And I wake up. Dream Log 02 - Researcher Nathanial Kocsis I fall asleep. As I do, I see again the city of which I dreamed of the night before, now beautiful and whole again. It is night, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. Seeing this fills me with an odd indescribable joy, something I find… difficult to explain. Nonetheless, I enter the city but I find it seemingly deserted. I stroll around until I hear a quiet whispering in a tongue I do not recognize, coming from a small church near the center of the city. I walk towards it, and as I do, I realize that it oddly sounds familiar— I cannot place it. I approach the church and I find the doors are open, so I step inside. It appears that the entire town is here, each one of them bowed down in prayer, whispering something I do not understand. In the front of the church I see, carved into marble, an enormous sculpture of the moon. As I gaze in awe, I realize that a presence is now standing behind me. Without even turning to know, I feel it— it is the moon. I hear it smile. And so I, too, kneel down and pray. Dream Log 03 - Researcher Nathanial Kocsis I did not sleep much last night— nonetheless, I still managed to dream for about three hours. In my dream, I am standing in Site-515 and it is completely empty— I am the only one there. Night has fallen— it is a moonless night. It is quiet, yet something makes me feel uneasy— I cannot quite place it. It is as if something in the bowels of the site is stirring, and so I enter the containment chamber for SCP-7540. I need walk for only seconds, the length of the access tunnel for the anomaly having seemingly shrunk— until I see it. The tomb. It is basked in a pearly white glow despite no lights being on in the chamber, and I feel a prickling chill emanating from the marble itself. And as I stand and watch, the lid of the tomb— so meticulously sealed by the finest containment specialists the Foundation has to offer— begins to slowly detach and rise into the air. A horrible white light leaks through the top of the tomb and I start to step away, before breaking into a full sprint back down the access tunnel. But before I can make it all the way to the door and seal the chamber, I feel my body being lifted by an invisible force and I see a flash of white light— before I wake up. I haven't slept since. ADDENDUM 7540-4 — UNEXPLAINED ACTIVITY On 05/02/2023, OVERSEER Site-01 received the following message from RPCF Site-515. AUTOMATED EMERGENCY COMMUNICATION - RPCF SITE-515 Remote Provisional Containment Facility Site-515 is experiencing an AMIDA-class containment breach of unknown origin (type-Ψ/LUNA). Personnel life signs are reporting: 0.0%. Seismic disturbances of unknown magnitude have been noted. Akiva radiation levels are ABNORMALLY HIGH. Oneiric radiation levels are ABNORMALLY HIGH. The status of ATF Delta-515-β is: COMPROMISED. Under Foundation Emergency Protocol 834-REVALATION, this message will repeat until an ALL-CLEAR is received from Site-01 or new information is available. [MESSAGE CONTINUES TO REPEAT - REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Following this, a video transcript was received as well, despite no personnel being alive or responsive at Site-515. [untitled] [BEGIN LOG] [Feed begins. The exterior of RPCF Site-515 is visible against a moonless night sky. No activity noted for two hours.] [The facility is suddenly basked in a faint white glow as the moon begins to rise over the horizon anomalously quickly.] [The footage degrades as the moon continues to come into view. Notable audio and video distortions are present.] [The exterior of the facility begins to shift and distort. The landscape surrounding the facility begins to bulge at the edges.] [The moon continues to rise as the audio/video distortions increase in intensity.] [END LOG] SCP-7540-1. The significance of this is unknown. The Department of Tactical Theology is currently considering PROTOCOL 999-SERAPH; investigation is underway. Footnotes 1. óneiro-kinetic — an object capable of manipulating dreams. 2. Akiva ratings inconclusive. 3. Radiocarbon dating inconclusive. 4. Referring to another member of the SCP-7540 initial discovery team. |
SCP-7541 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7541 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7541 is to be kept in a standard anomalous organism containment unit. In the event SCP-7541 designates a recipient host and attempts to physically relocate itself accordingly, please observe Procedure-773-A. Description: SCP-7541 is the designation for a sedentary semihumanoid organism primarily constructed of mucous membrane and adipose tissue. SCP-7541 perpetually displays symptoms of acute necrosis, including but not limited to excess bacterial growth, pungent odor, epidermal hemorrhaging, gravity-induced degloving of gangrenous appendages, and putrefaction; Tissue lost as a result of these processes are instantly supplanted by new regenerated growth. The eyes and mouth of SCP-7541 are unaffected by the aforementioned necrotic tendencies, and appear to function normally. SCP-7541 does not possess eyelids and does not blink. SCP-7541’s eye movements are responsive to stimuli, however its gaze typically remains fixated on a host if present within the space, otherwise, SCP-7541’s gaze will remain fixated on the area of its host’s most recent sighting. SCP-7541 engages in reverse-parasitic relationships with hosts selected periodically through unknown criteria. The anomaly will attempt to relocate itself to the primary residence of its selected host, and is known to dematerialize if significant physical or geographic obstacles exist to reach them. SCP-7541 will situate itself in a wall corner in the largest space possible within the residence, most commonly the living room. The host, SCP-7541-B, will experience significant alterations to their sensory perception, with olfactory, visual, and tactile sensation most profoundly altered. It is also believed that SCP-7541 exerts mild memetic or cognitive interference on SCP-7541-B instances. SCP-7541’s gaze will remain fixated on SCP-7541-B at all times. On occasion, SCP-7541 has attempted to relocate itself to obtain better view of SCP-7541-B instances, however this invariably results in mass necrotic tissue collapse due to the force of movement. Discovery: Agent Gene Driscoll discovered SCP-7541 while assigned to an undercover post with the Boulder, Colorado Police Department. Driscoll intervened following a civilian report detailing the erratic behavior of a local woman and her husband, as well as complaining of foul odor emanating from the household. Driscoll arrived at the residence of Janie Grossman, 48, and subsequently discovered SCP-7541 lying in a disheveled cot. Mrs. Grossman1 was unable to provide context for SCP-7541, believing the anomaly to be an ordinary human child. Grossman resisted attempts to bring SCP-7541 into custody with violence before being detained and amnesticized. Addendum: Dr. Glen Haskell became an SCP-7541-B instance after inadvertently being exposed to SCP-7541 during a routine cell transfer. A study was conducted to monitor the complete span of SCP-7541’s parasitic cycle as well as potential memetic properties. During the course of the study, contextually significant amounts of SCP-7541’s organic material was intermittently found on/in the soles of Haskell’s shoes, waste disposal, dryer filter, smeared on the passenger seat of Haskell’s personal vehicle, stool samples, gum lining, fingernails, genitalia, and abdominal cavity; the latter resulting in complications requiring intensive medical treatment. Further analysis indicates the incidences of SCP-7541 tissue cross-contamination was associated with unidirectional shifts in Akiva radiation readings in SCP-7541 and Haskell. SCP-7541-B instances appear to parasitize Akiva radiation generated by SCP-7541, which will remain at or near 0cAk. The study was concluded at the end of SCP-7541’s life cycle, with Haskell ceasing to function as host upon achieving renewed sensory perception; Haskell had complained vehemently about the foul odor emanating from SCP-7541 after previously having been unable to perceive anything wrong with it. SCP-7541 was reported as having secreted a highly viscous and pungent liquid from its eyes following this incident. Due to noxious fumes associated with the secretions, bystanders elected to avert their gaze. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-7471 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8332 • SCP-7151 • SCP-7575 • SCP-3169 • SCP-8010 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-8105 • SCP-8465 • SCP-7419 • SCP-8541 • SPHERE • SCP-6541 • SCP-8031 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Fear of Death • SCP-POUF • Footnotes 1. Mr. Grossman was detained on domestic abuse charges approximately 5 months after acquisition. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7541" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7541. 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-7542 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7542 Archived Containment Procedures Archived Containment Procedures Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-7542 must be kept in an airtight container and only removed for the purposes of testing. Any documentation pertaining to SCP-7542, including photographs, video recordings, and research notes, should be kept in the archives. Photographs and documents containing general information may be accessed with level 2 clearance. Access to documents containing more detailed research requires level 4 authorization. Direct access to SCP-7542 may only be granted with authorization from Level 5 or higher. Updated: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7542 is no longer in the Foundation's possession. However, any information recovered that could be used to replicate an instance of SCP-7542 such as engineering logs, blueprints, and research notes must be seized and stored in the archives. Access to anything other than general information is restricted without Level 4 security clearance. Photographs and documents containing only general information may be accessed with Level 2 clearance. Class B amnestics are to be given to any unauthorized individual found to be in possession of material related to SCP-7542. Description: SCP-7542 was an experimental supersoldier designed by the Valravn Corporation in 1964. According to GRU-P intelligence, the intent behind SCP-7542's creation was to produce an elite soldier that could both inflict and withstand heavy damage, even in the face of technological or numerical superiority. Their secondary objective was to produce an unquestionably loyal soldier, capable of obeying any order without question, and only answered to Valravn. The identity of the subject used to create SCP-7542 remains unknown. Before augmentation, it was most likely a muscular caucasian male that was originally 1.82 meters in height. Valravn records suggest the subject was originally a decorated member of Spetsnaz, possibly having served in World War II, but this remains unconfirmed. SCP-7542 was originally identified by the codename "Ymir" after the mythical father of giants in Norse Mythology. Based on the available information, SCP-7542 would have been approximately 2.13 meters tall, easily dwarfing most unmodified soldiers. This body was encased in heavy metal armor made of two layers of steel lined with kevlar, as well as another unknown material1. This effectively made SCP-7542 resistant to most conventional bullets. This armor was permanently sealed around the user, and equipped with a self-contained air filtration system. A small port at the back of the neck permitted access to a feeding tube. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 2/7542 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 2/7542 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Addendum: Operation Brickwall When the Tet Offensive began on January 31, 1968, America was ready to deploy every military resource it had into repelling the North Vietnamese Army. Soviet intelligence uncovered evidence of a transaction made between U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson and the Valravn corporation to deploy a then-unknown weapon into the city of Huế, which had been successfully occupied by the NVA. An undercover GRU-P operative embedded in Valravn discovered the "weapon" was a mechanically augmented supersoldier nicknamed "Ymir." Soon pictures and videos of the soldier started to emerge. Reports of its devastating effects on the NVA reached GRU-P. The brass decided that this weapon was dangerous and needed to be destroyed. Termination orders were issued for Ymir and its creator. The strike team Red Storm was deployed to Huế with the goal of carrying out the termination orders. Task Force: Red Storm Personnel: Major Sergei Veronin: A longtime veteran of GRU-P since World War II. He had previously been involved in multiple classified operations across the Soviet Union. Surviving GRU-P records indicate that he operated in Korea and in the early stages of the Vietnam War. Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov: former naval officer recruited after surviving an encounter with an unknown anomaly. Sergeant Anya Moloknya: A marksman who held some notoriety in Red Storm, described by one of her peers as "Cold as ice, but she always has your back." Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky: Former military engineer with a skill for operating machinery. This reportedly gave him skills in working with radio equipment. The following interview logs come from audio recordings of the team's debriefings after the mission. These have been translated from their original Russian and arranged to present a picture of events. The full unedited recordings are available in the archives. Red Storm Debriefing Logs Red Storm Debriefing Logs Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <BEGIN LOG> Medved: Tell me about your arrival in Vietnam. Kestrov: There wasn't much at first. Our plane landed in Hanoi, then we were put on a helicopter that brought us to Huế. Medved: And that's when you began looking for Ymir? Kestrov: That's what we were there for. Though I wasn't sure how we were going to find him in that mess. The whole city was in ruins. It seemed like you couldn't turn a corner without something being on fire. No matter where we went we could hear gunfire and explosions, occasionally shelling. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <BEGIN LOG> Medved: Can you tell me about your first day in Huế? Moloknya: Veronin's first orders were to find somewhere to set up a base of operations. That part of the mission involved a lot of scouting. We needed somewhere that offered shelter, and cover, where it would be possible to work without drawing too much attention. Medved: Did you find such a place? Moloknya: We did. We found a three-story building that hadn't been completely destroyed. The upper levels offered some decent vantage points, lots of windows, and walls for cover. And it would at least keep us dry if it rained. I'd say it was perfect. There was just one problem. Medved: And what was that? Moloknya: Americans. There were a few of them hiding inside. When they saw we weren't on their side they started firing. Medved: So you fought back? Moloknya: What were we supposed to do? We took them out, had to make sure there weren't any witnesses. Medved: What exactly was this building?" Moloknya: No idea. If it had any labels or signs or something they'd fallen off. We dug in and got comfortable. Veronin called in our ordinance. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <BEGIN LOG> Medved: What equipment did you have? Tchaikovsky: Oh you delivered. When Veronin called in our supplies we got fifty tons of dynamite, two .50 cal machine guns, twelve crates of grenades, three RPGs, and what was it? Oh right, about a hundred pounds of C4. All delivered by airdrop. Medved: Sounds like you were prepared. Tchaikovsky: We didn't know what we'd need. Veronin wasn't the kind of man to take unnecessary risks. Medved: So you've got your supplies, and base to work out of. Tchaikovsky: It wasn't very comfortable. We had a hard floor and crates to sleep on, but at least it gave us some relief from the sun. Medved: Moloknya would disagree. Tchaikovsky: Have you met Moloknya? To her, there's no difference between a queen-sized bed and a foxhole, and she'd always pick the foxhole. She was already fast asleep by the time the supply drop came in. I don't know how she does it. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <BEGIN LOG> Medved: Tell me about Veronin. Kestrov: Where to begin, I looked up to him, and I owed a lot to him. You read my file, didn't you? Medved: Yes, back in 1963 you were accused of murdering your previous Captain, one Dmitri Teraskovich. The KGB thought it was an open and shut case but GRU-P disagreed. Kestrov: Veronin was the one who cleared me. Without him, I'd have been shot. He brought me into GRU-P. Red Storm was hand-picked by him and he didn't always go for the most obvious choices. Medved: What do you mean? Kestrov: There must be a hundred Spetznaz guys who would kill for my position. Guys with years of combat experience, people who saw the worst at Stalingrad. But he chose me, an inexperienced and newly-disgraced First Officer aboard a submarine. You know why? Medved: Why do you think? Kestrov: Because during that voyage I experienced something strange, something that defies our understanding of reality, and I came out the other side. That's what Veronin liked. He wanted people who saw what GRU-P faced on a regular basis. He wanted people who could stare into the face of things that defy anything they understood to be true, and keep going. Medved: Your file mentioned you did a few operations together since then. In 1967 you were involved in an altercation with a Neo-Sarcic cult in Siberia. Is that right? Kestrov: Yes, sir. Medved: Veronin was in command there, too. It wasn't clean but he got results. I see why they picked him for this mission. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <BEGIN LOG> Medved: What happened after the initial preparations? Moloknya: By the next day we were starting on our main objective. I was usually put on watch or recon duty. I got a good eye for it. Medved: Not surprising. According to your file, you're quite the marksman. Moloknya: My mother was a sniper in World War II. She taught me well. Medved: Yes, so your file explained. Did you have a plan for tracking Ymir? Moloknya: First step was to find him, and be ready when we did. The rest of us were on guard duty, making sure we didn't get any unwanted attention from the NVA or American forces. You can probably imagine the mess that would come if Russian soldiers were found conducting a top-secret mission on Vietnamese soil. Even worse would be if the NVA mistook us for Americans and tried to attack. Medved: How exactly did you plan to track Ymir? I've seen the reports on Huế, the fighting there is brutal. Moloknya: Veronin had been working on that already. Tchaikovsky was operating the radio, constantly listening for any transmission from either side that might give us a clue. Every time the fighting seemed to get close, he'd send one of us to check. Medved: Did you find him? Moloknya: The first few attempts were unsuccessful. Two days and nothing but false alarms. It was starting to get frustrating. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <BEGIN LOG> Medved: When was your first successful lead? Tchaikovsky: We'd been out there for three days. I'd been monitoring the radio most of that time listening for anything. On the fourth day, I had a breakthrough. There was a lot of interference, I couldn't make out everything that was said, but it seemed to be an NVA distress call that talked about a "machine monster." I managed to track the area the message came from, and reported it to Veronin. He sent me and Moloknya to check it out. Medved: And what did you find? Tchaikovsky: We'd just missed it, but the devastation we found was a clear sign it had been there. We found a store that had been turned into an NVA compound, only we were too late. There were bodies everywhere, many of them riddled with bullets. Part of the building had collapsed like someone launched a grenade at it. Medved: How do you know it was Ymir? Tchaikovsky: We found one survivor, though calling her that feels wrong. She was badly burned and didn't have more than a couple hours. She had a pistol in hand and pointed it at us, only to drop it. Then she noticed we weren't American or South Vietnamese. She didn't speak Russian, but she knew a little English, so I was able to ask her about what happened. Veronin: What did this… survivor tell you. Tchaikovsky: She asked me to kill her. I doubt she could have survived that injury. I asked her what happened. She claimed to have seen a "metal man" firing on her people. I couldn't get much more than that. She asked again for me to kill her. I wanted to help, but what were we going to do? I aimed my gun at her head but hesitated. I couldn't quite bring myself to pull the trigger. The Moloknya fired, hitting her straight between the eyes. It was…unsettling. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <BEGIN LOG> Medved: When did you find Ymir? Kestrov: Our first lead was the NVA distress call when Tchaikovsky just missed him. But it gave us a strategy. Vernonin's orders to Tchaikovsky were to start listening for any similar distress calls. Medved: Did it work? Kestrov: Partially. We kept finding places Ymir had been. We could see the destruction he caused. One by one we started to see the magnitude of his violence. It became increasingly clear why GRU-P wanted this thing terminated. Medved: How did the team react? Kestrov: Many of them were shaken. I got the sense they were feeling nervous about encountering it. I can't say I blame them. Except Moloknya. Every time we just missed Ymir, Moloknya seemed… disappointed. Medved: And how long did you encounter these false leads? Kestrov: I started to lose track of how many days it was. But then things changed. It was early in the morning, barely dawn. I couldn't sleep. I didn't understand how anyone could sleep out there. It was hot, and the bugs… even in the cities the mosquitos were ruthless. Of course, Moloknya was sound asleep on the hard floor. Didn't even try to make a pillow. Suddenly I heard Tchaikovsky's voice telling me to get up. Veronin wanted to speak to me. He also wanted me to wake Moloknya. Medved: Veronin had something? Kestrov: That's what I assumed. But at that moment I had the task of waking a woman who could sleep through an air raid. And when I did finally get her up, the first thing she did was put a knife to my neck. Medved: Tell me, what did Veronin need you for? Kestrov: I found him talking to Tchaikovsky. Apparently, they'd caught a break. Tchaikovsky intercepted an American transmission stating plans to reinforce a stranded unit by deploying Ymir. And he'd managed to get the coordinates. We had a shot at actually seeing this thing. Veronin wanted Tchaikovsky to bring us to the area. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <Begin Log> Medved: So you led Kestrov and Moloknya to the coordinates you recovered from the transmission? Tchaikovsky: Yes. It brought us to an empty street, at least it looked empty at first. We found an old restaurant with a roof where we could take point. Moloknya spotted the Americans, at least what was left of them. They were trapped behind a destroyed wall. I could see the bodies of several men on the ground. Looked like one might have been wounded. She also spotted NVA soldiers in a building across the street. Medved: But you didn't see Ymir? Tchaikovsky: Not yet. Part of me wasn't even sure we would. I think I almost hoped I wouldn't. After the last few days, it felt very likely that this would be just another false alarm. But then it happened. Medved: What? Tchaikovsky: An American helicopter flew overhead. H-19, I think. The side door opened, and I had my first glimpse of that… thing. I can't imagine how they fit it in there, but it emerged. The helicopter didn't even need to land it just… jumped. Medved: Jumped? Tchaikovsky: It was from pretty high up, must have been thirty or forty meters. And it slammed into the ground, feet first, right in front of the soldiers. Looked like they were real excited to see it. Then it turned toward the building, lifted one arm, and started spraying it with bullets. Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved: Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <BEGIN LOG> Medved: Tell me about Ymir. Moloknya: It was… unbelievable. I watched him through the scope of my rifle. A huge metal man. His arms were weapons, one of them looked like a minigun. The other seemed to be a grenade launcher, which he used to poke holes in the NVA stronghold. Part of me wished he was on our side, but our job was to kill him. Medved: What did you do? Moloknya: Tchaikovsky radioed Veronin to tell him we had a confirmed sighting. He ordered us to sit tight while he made his way to us. Medved: So you waited? Moloknya: I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fire right there, but we didn't know what we were up against, and the last thing we needed was getting caught up in the crossfire. All I could do was keep them posted. I'm not sure how long we waited, but Ymir managed to cut through the NVA without much difficulty. The building was torn down by the time he was finished. We got a message from Veronin, he said he wanted Tchaikovsky's help with a radio transmission, gave the rendezvous point as a house roughly two klicks to the south of our position. Medved: What was his plan with the radio? Moloknya: I don't understand all the technical details, but basically Veronin wanted to set up a killzone and lure the Americans with a false transmission. Luckily he had some experience working with the NVA and could speak their language. Not like the Americans could tell if he spoke it with a Russian accent. Kestrov and Tchaikovsky left to help. I was tasked with keeping an eye on Ymir. Once I confirmed the signal was received and the unit was moving, I was ordered to follow them. Medved: The Americans were moving towards your "killzone?" Moloknya: It looked that way, but at one point they stopped to rendezvous with a tank. Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lt. Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Medved: Tell me about this "killzone" you set up. Kestrov: Veronin had found a narrow residential street. It seemed abandoned, looked like the Americans had already searched it. But luckily most of the houses were intact enough for us to use. He had me set up a .50 cal machine gun in one of the houses. We had it aimed through an open window. Tchaikovsky helped Veronin set up explosives. Then Moloknya radioed in to tell us about the tank. Medved: You had a plan for that? Kestrov: Of course. Moloknya usually took up rooftop positions. When she made it back, Veronin gave her an RPG and several shells. We were as prepared as we could possibly be. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Medved: You know some might call you cold. You were about to fire on American soldiers. They are our enemies, but setting a trap like that takes a level of cruelty. Moloknya: I'm cold, not cruel. I take no pleasure in the lives I ended that day. But Ymir had to die. They were in the way, and they were going to fight back. In Huế, it was kill or be killed. And that thing was going to kill a thousand more. If I had to kill a few Americans to save hundreds of people, I was ready to do it. Medved: What happened when the Americans arrived? Moloknya: They began searching each building. At least, that was what they were trying to do. They were crude and disorganized. Most of their efforts involved them yelling over each other. None of them seemed to know what they were doing, beyond supposedly looking for something they had no way to recognize. Medved: Where did you take position? Moloknya: I found a house with an intact second story. I watched through the window with a pair of binoculars. My rifle and an RPG were at my side, ready for me to reach. Medved: You have much experience with heavy weapons? Moloknya: It's a long-range weapon. I can adapt. Medved: When did you strike? Moloknya: I knew our first priority was the tank. I waited for it to come closer, then I reached for the RPG. It was a simple matter of calculating windspeed and trajectory, really not all that different from my rifle. And I fired. The tank caught fire, didn't seem operable. That caught the attention of everyone, including Ymir. At that point, I had to switch to my rifle and keep back the Americans. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Medved: What happened when you engaged? Kestrov: I was on the .50 cal, and I started firing. I swear I emptied an entire magazine into Ymir and it seemed to do nothing. He just kept marching forward. With one arm raised, he began spraying every building on my side with bullets. I was lucky enough to duck just in time. Then I heard our explosives go off. When I looked out the window, I saw a cloud of smoke. I watched as Veronin stepped out of the house across from me. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Moloknya: Unfortunately, I had to take them all out. I fired on every American soldier I saw. Medved: I assume you shoot to kill. Moloknya: Is there any other kind? We couldn't risk any of them seeing who we actually were. You know what would happen if the American government learned there were Russian boots on Vietnamese soil? Medved: I'm not objecting to your methods, I'm only trying to understand them. Moloknya: I was able to turn my attention to the cloud of smoke that I presumed contained Ymir. I switched to the RPG and reloaded it, then fired another round, just to be sure we actually got him. Medved: And did you get him? Moloknya: For a moment, it looked like we did. Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Kestrov: I saw it stumble out of the smoke, struggling to stay on its feet. I couldn't believe it was still standing. It collapsed and fell to the ground, its minigun arm barely holding it up. Veronin stood at the door, watching, waiting to see if it had died. Instead, it looked at him and lifted up its other arm. I hadn't seen what was attached. It had been a grenade launcher but I guess they replaced it with a flamethrower- except it wasn't a normal flamethrower. This had a way of sticking to Veronin. I could only watch as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Medved: Sounds like napalm. The Americans used to put it in flamethrowers during World War II. Kestrov: I thought they usually put that stuff in bombs. Medved: They do, but it sounds like they may have revisited the flamethrower concept in Ymir's case. Kestrov: It also managed to ignite the building. And the fire was starting to spread. I knew I couldn't face Ymir with an empty 50-cal, and I was afraid he was going to turn it on me, so I ran. I managed to get to a backdoor just as the house went up in flames. Then the ones next to it. Next thing I knew the whole city was burning. I just had to find the others. <END LOG> Medved: What happened when the fire started? Moloknya: I couldn't see much at first, with all the smoke. Then I suddenly saw a flame appear, and a house catch fire. Then I realized Ymir was spraying the houses with flame. I can only assume he was fitted with some sort of napalm spreader. As the smoke started to clear I could see Veronin's body. That was when I knew I had to find the others. Medved: You left your post? Moloknya: What was I supposed to do? The fire was spreading and I knew at least one man was down. Kestrov and Tchaikovsky were down there, I had to help them! Medved: What happened to "cold, not cruel?" Moloknya: My comrades were out there in the blaze. Was I just supposed to let them burn? Medved: You could have helped them from your position. Moloknya: Are you crazy? That fire was spreading. Sooner or later it was going to reach me! And I didn't even know where they were. In all that chaos I almost forgot about Ymir. My mind was too preoccupied with trying not to get caught in the flames. I called out for both of them. Everything was burning, I wasn't sure if they were even still alive. Medved: Ymir didn't target you? Moloknya: Not that I'm aware of. Maybe he didn't see me, or maybe he was just too preoccupied. Maybe he didn't think I was a threat. Or maybe he was gone by the time I was out, I don't know. All I knew was my team was in trouble, and I needed to find them. Medved: Who did you find first? Moloknya: I found Tchaikovsky stuck under some debris. I had to pry his foot loose but luckily there wasn't any serious damage. Then we found Kestrov. He was lying in the mud behind one of the houses, looking very confused. I pulled him to his feet. I told him we needed to go, but he insisted on finding Veronin. I tried to tell him what I saw but he wouldn't accept it. He ran into the street, and I had no choice but to follow. Medved: What happened to Veronin? Kestrov: I found him in the rubble, covered in burns. I could barely recognize him. He struggled to speak, and I could tell he was in pain. With the little strength he had, he handed me his pistol, and told me I was in command now. Medved: And what did you say? Kestrov: I told him I couldn't, that I wasn't ready for this. But he insisted I was and made me promise one thing- that I would kill Ymir. Then he gave me one final order- to shoot him. I aimed the gun at him, my hands trembled, but I pulled the trigger. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <Begin Log> Medved: I can imagine it was hard losing your commander. Tchaikovsky: It was… hard. We all knew the risks when we signed up, but knowing that we might not make it back is not the same as finding the body of someone you've come to respect. I think we all admired him one way or another, even if it was for different reasons. You know what I keep thinking? Why him? Why'd Veronin have to die? If I could I'd gladly change places with him. Medved: He was a good soldier. Tchaikovsky: We were lost without him. I didn't know if we were going to survive. I couldn't be sure if we were going to pull the plug and get out of there or get ourselves killed fighting a losing battle. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Moloknya: Losing Veronin was tough for all of us, but it seemed to hit Kestrov especially hard. I found him standing over the body, pistol in hand. He just told us we should go. Medved: What did you do? Moloknya: We didn't have many other options. We returned to our base, went through our regular duties. Kestrov became withdrawn. He barely spoke. We had trouble getting him to eat, and he rarely slept. He'd just stare into the battlefield. Once, when he thought I was asleep, I thought I heard him crying. Medved: That can't have been an easy change for him. Moloknya: It was like that for a few days. At one point an American unit camped nearby, one of them brought a radio that played rock and roll. We knew better than to draw their attention, but the music seemed to make Kestrov angrier. There was one song, "The End" by the Doors. You know it? Medved: I didn't take you as a lover of American music. Moloknya: I never said I loved it, but you hear a lot of things in the field. It seemed to really agitate Kestrov. He started trying to cover his ears, crouched down in a corner, trying to keep the noise out. Medved: What happened to them? Moloknya: After a few hours, they left; unaware they were being observed. That evening, Kestrov called a meeting. He told us about how Veronin meant a lot to us, and we needed to finish what he started. This wasn't just a mission anymore, it was about getting payback. He said that he didn't know if Ymir could be killed, but we were either going to do it, or die giving it our best shot. Medved: He sounds like a dedicated man. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Medved: How exactly did you plan to take on Ymir? Kestrov: We'd already seen that bullets wouldn't work, but the explosives seemed to have an effect. They were enough to weaken him, at least temporarily, so that was our best option. But I was starting to suspect we'd need more than what we had left from the last attempt. If we wanted to stand a chance, we needed to hit him with everything we could. That meant we needed maximum firepower. Medved: And how did you plan to achieve that? Kestrov: I tried calling in additional ordinance. We managed to get a few more crates of C4 and RPG shells, but I had to be sure we were ready. Luckily, we were in Vietnam. Medved: How is that fortunate? Kestrov: We were in the middle of a warzone. The fighting was going on around us. We were constantly hearing the sounds of gunfire and shelling. It wasn't hard to find places where heavy fighting had taken place. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Moloknya: Kestrov had us searching for places where heavy engagements had taken place. We found a lot of bodies, both American and NVA; and many of them had weapons they no longer needed. I managed to get my hands on a couple of American M16s that way. Some of them also had grenades. I found a couple of M-79s, but the real prize was when we found one of those mounted grenade launchers the Americans have been using. It was still intact, and it still had a few rounds left. Medved: Impressive. Moloknya: Tchaikovsky managed to recover working mortars and shells. Everything we found we brought back to the base. We'd accumulated a decent stockpile. The one thing we weren't able to get was Napalm- well, and an atomic bomb, but good luck obtaining either of those things. Medved: So you had your explosives. How did you plan to find and bring down Ymir? Moloknya: Same as before. We had Tchaikovsky listen in on radio transmissions, hoping to find out where he would be and checking up on every lead. Kestrov insisted on coming every time, despite our constant efforts to convince him he needed to rest. Medved: You sound concerned. Moloknya: He was overworking himself, growing more obsessed with finding Ymir. I admire his dedication but… we're a team. Of course, I was worried about him. Medved: You're not… Moloknya: What? NO! No, of course not. He's not my type. Medved: What is your type? Moloknya: Can we get back to the mission? <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <Begin Log> Medved: Tell me about what happened after Kestrov took command. Tchaikovsky: Once he announced we were going to keep finding Ymir, We started to settle back into a routine. I was back at the radio, monitoring transmissions. Everyone else had their usual duties. Kestrov had teams go out to collect supplies and there were usually a couple people on watch duty. Beyond that, there wasn't much action, at least not from us. Medved: How was Kestrov as a leader? Tchaikovsky: I could tell he was inexperienced, probably overwhelmed, but Veronin saw something in him. Medved: He didn't mistreat you at all? Tchaikovsky: No, in fact, it was the opposite. He was encouraging us to be at our best. At one point he had to order Moloknya to eat and get some sleep after she'd volunteered for two supply runs and took an extra hour on watch duty. He seemed to notice when I needed to step away from the radio and let someone else take over. Really, it was Kestrov himself who was being treated the worst. He'd constantly over-exert himself, insist on helping with everything, refuse to eat or sleep. We had to force-feed him once. Medved: I gather he was determined. Tchaikovsky: Something changed in him. I'm not sure if he even remembered we were on a mission. Killing Ymir was personal. Medved: So when did you find Ymir? Tchaikovsky: We'd been out there for a few days without much happening. Then I picked up an NVA transmission. It mentioned plans to meet at Do Lung Plaza. I called command and got the coordinates. Then I told Kestrov, and we came up with a plan. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Medved: Tell me about your plan. Kestrov: Tchaikovsky didn't realize it yet, but he gave us exactly what we needed. Medved: And what was that? Kestrov: Bait, for a trap. Medved: A trap? Kestrov: We didn't have Ymir's location, but we knew where we could find a target. If we could alert the Americans of a Vietnamese stronghold we hoped they'd bring everything they had. We could take position and let the two sides fight each other, wear each other down while we focus on the priority. In all the confusion it would be easy to avoid drawing attention. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Medved: You realize this plan would be putting our allies at risk? Can you imagine what the NVA might do if word got out they were fired on by Russian soldiers? Moloknya: We needed to fight it on our terms. This was the only way to know where it was going to be and prepare for its arrival. Medved: Luckily for you we got no reports of the NVA spotting Russian troops. They may have been too preoccupied with the Americans to notice you. Moloknya: You haven't been to Vietnam, have you? Medved: I have not been to Vietnam, but I was a Lieutenant in the Second World War so yes, I have seen combat. Moloknya: Then you'll know how quickly things change when you're in the field. All the politics, all the ideals that drove you to fight, they become meaningless. President Johnson might want to say otherwise, but there's no winning that war. There is only violence and death in that country. Medved: I'm not objecting to your methods, only questioning them. Moloknya: We did what we had to do. You think I don't know those people are human? The NVA were farmers just trying to get some control over their lives. The Americans were once teachers, grocery clerks, mechanics, and farmers- most of them brought there against their will. But to spare them meant letting Ymir keep going. If he stayed alive more would die, and imagine if they made more like him. The Motherland would never be safe. It's as simple as that. Medved: So what happened at the Plaza? Moloknya: Kestrov and I went there at dawn, and found a good vantage point to get a view of it. Medved: And what did you find? Moloknya: Lots of buildings that could provide cover. Most of them still had rooves or at least a second or third floor high enough to take position in. Most of the NVA activity seemed to be happening in the Southeast corner, I spotted a few of them finishing up preparations for the night. They had several machine gun nests set up, looked like a decent selection of weapons. A couple of them seemed to be wiring explosives. I couldn't see much but they were clearly preparing for an attack. I can't say I blame them. Medved: Sounds like they did your job for you. Moloknya: Not quite, it looked like they were prepared for American soldiers but we needed to be ready for Ymir. Kestrov send in the call to bring everything that could be carried. We realized doing it during the night was most ideal. During the day they were likely to be hiding inside. At night, the NVA tends to do a lot of its operations, meaning they'll be more scattered, and there are fewer potential witnesses. Medved: So you set your trap? Moloknya: We had to wait until nightfall. Kestrov insisted I go to sleep while he took care of observation. I guess he wanted me well-rested before we started. Probably wanted to make sure I was alert. Medved: And then you set the trap? Moloknya: You make it sound so easy. The NVA aren't stupid. They may favor operating at night but they weren't going to leave their hideout unguarded. That's where I came in. I had the task of watching for anyone who might compromise us and… dealing with them. Medved: Did you have to… deal with any? Moloknya: Some. I spotted a sniper in one of the windows I had to take out. Tchaikovsky and Kestrov had to work on setting up the explosives in the courtyard. That was when they had the biggest chance of being noticed. When they returned, we set up the mortars, and that fancy grenade launcher I found. I offered to take care of the watch, but Kestrov insisted Tchaikovsky and I go to sleep. I guess he wanted me to be well-rested. Medved: As you said, you needed to maximize your chances. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <Begin Log> Medved: So let me get this straight. You infiltrated an NVA camp and set up heavy weapons and explosives? Tchaikovsky: I thought it was crazy, too. But Kestrov had a point. The NVA prefer to operate at night, meaning fewer remained in the hideout who could spot us. It was still a big gamble but he seemed sure this was our best shot. The next morning, Kestrov had me prepare the final step, using the radio. He needed me to set it to an American frequency. Medved: Let me guess, so you could let the Americans pick up a transmission about the NVA presence. Tchaikovsky: I know a bit of English. Not like Veronin did, but enough that I could make a sentence. I'd hoped my accent would be less noticeable on the other side, but I also knew one or two ways I could make the illusion of interference. Medved: So when did you start on this plan? Tchaikovsky: The next morning, we'd been up for a few hours already. It was perhaps around mid-day when Kestrov gave me the signal to transmit. I spoke quickly into the radio, making some adjustments so there would be a lot more static and white noise. I simply said that we were under fire by VC and needed backup. Then I made sure the co-ordinates got through. Medved: You think they believed it? Tchaikovsky: I don't know, but if they recognized a Russian accent I imagine they'd still want to investigate. You know how paranoid they are. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Moloknya: It took about an hour before I started noticing American forces. I spotted them approaching the plaza with multiple tanks. Obviously, that wasn't going to do, so I waited for them to get closer, and I fired an RPG at one of the tanks. The Americans scrambled and panicked, trying to hide, thinking the NVA were already attacking. It gave me enough time to reload and fire on the second tank. The explosions must have been enough to draw the NVA's attention as well, they were already scrambling into position. I just had to make sure they pushed forward into the plaza. Medved: How did you plan to do that? Moloknya: There's an old NVA tactic that was perfect for this situation. I waited for one of the Americans to be exposed, and I fired. He went down immediately. A second soldier came out to try and help his comrade. I shot him, too. It's a simple trick, draw them out as they try to help their friends. Exploit their bond. Medved: That is cold. Moloknya: Cold, but effective. Once they thought there was an NVA sniper targeting them, they started to get an idea where the attacks were coming from, and where they needed to push through. They also had to call for backup. The fact that I took out both tanks probably helped because that flew over us. The door opened, and once again Ymir jumped out onto the ground. He began advancing into the courtyard. From what I could tell it looked like one arm had been replaced with an M60 and the other had a minigun. With that thing on the field, the Americans were right behind. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Dmitri Tchaikovsky <Begin Log> Tchaikovsky: It didn't take long for the shooting to start. Next thing I knew there was heavy gunfire on both sides. I saw a few RPG shots aimed at Ymir- the NVA may have unwittingly helped us. Medved: So while both sides were fighting, you were targeting Ymir. Tchaikovsky: Kestrov had us fire in an alternating pattern- one fires while the other reloads. We needed a near-constant barrage directed straight at Ymir, though the blasts took out a lot of the Americans as well. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <Begin Log> Medved: What were you doing when the shelling started? Moloknya: I was on the grenade launcher. The smoke from the mortars made it hard to see Ymir's exact location, but I fired at the cloud. When I ran out of ammo I switched to the RPG. Unfortunately I couldn't risk anyone figuring out what we were doing, so I fired two rounds at the NVA. I think the blasts startled both sides. They assumed they were caused by their enemy. Suddenly the NVA were evacuating and the Americans were trying to fall back. In all that chaos they seemingly forgot about their weapon. <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lietenant Vasili Kestrov <Begin Log> Kestrov: When the yard was clear, I gave the order for the others to cease fire. I left my position and approached the cloud of smoke that was just now starting to dissipate. I could still hear metallic stomping, but also what seemed like heavy breathing. No, it was more like a wheezing sound. Ymir, that thing, he stepped out. I was about to run when I noticed both its weapons were destroyed by the explosions. It stumbled, barely able to keep its footing, and it looked at me. Medved: It survived all those blasts? Kestrov: Barely, but it was weakened. It made eye contact with me, and for the first time I could just barely see through those fogged lenses, were a pair of human eyes. But they didn't seem to be staring with any malevolence or hatred. They looked like they were in pain. In that moment, all the rage, all the anger I had felt disappeared. I only felt pity. That was when I realized this… thing… it was a victim. He was once a man, like me until… until someone turned him into that abomination. Medved: We are still working on finding out the creator's identity. Kestrov: One by one the others started to come out from their positions, and we watched as it did something none of us expected. Medved: And what was that? Kestrov: It spoke. It was difficult to make out, but he started trying to tell me something in Broken Russian. He said "No more." Medved: What did he mean by that? Kestrov: I think he knew why we were there. He was done, he wanted it to end. I think he wanted me to kill him more than I did. And I think he wanted me to prevent anything like him from ever being created again. Medved: You're saying he wanted to die? Why didn't he just let you kill him at the start? Kestrov: Don't you get it? He was once a man, twisted and turned into a weapon with no will of his own. All he wanted was to go down like a soldier, standing and fighting; bested by a worthy opponent. The next word he managed to get out was "kill" followed by "Curtis." I asked him if that was refering to his creator. Medved: Curtis? Kestrov: Yes, I think it's a name. Medved: Excuse me. <Footsteps are heard, and a door opens. A few minutes of silence pass before the door opens again. Footsteps are heard> Medved: Anyway, you were saying? Kestrov: He simply repeated those phrases, "No more, kill Curtis, no more, kill Curtis." He finally said the word "back." It took me a moment to realize he wanted me to go behind him. I noticed a small tube on the back of the neck, with a cap screwed on. I removed it and lifted Veronin's pistol. All it took was one shot. Medved: He was dead? Kestrov: Ymir collapsed to the ground. We'd actually done it. I called for a chopper to extract us. They ended up having to send two so they could carry Ymir's body, but I was finally able to rest. I was woken when we got back to Hanoi. They put us on a cargo plane back to Moscow, alongside Ymir's remains. Seeing the body just made me feel sick. I couldn't imagine who would do this. <A knock is heard.> Medved: Come in. <The door opens> Unidentified GRU-P Officer: I have the file you wanted. Am I interrupting something? Medved: No, we were just finishing. That will be all. <Door closes> Medved: It seems we have found your "Curtis." Kestrov: You did? Medved: Dr. Joseph Curtis, disgraced American scientist. We've had rumors of him entering a contract with the Valravn Corporation for an unknown purpose. Kestrov: Tell me where he is and I'll put an end to him. Medved: I'll let you know as soon as I have it. For now, get something to eat and maybe some sleep. Kestrov: What about the body? Medved: The body? Kestrov: Ymir's body. Our mission parameters were to destroy anything that could be used to rebuild him. We need to destroy the body! Medved: Don't worry, I'll take care of it personally. <END LOG> ADDENDUM: AFTERMATH GRU-P intelligence tracked Curtis to a secret lab hidden in a warehouse in West Berlin. Red Storm was deployed with orders to terminate Curtis and destroy all records of Project Jotunn. The following is a recording of the debriefing after the mission was completed. West Berlin Raid West Berlin Raid Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Lieutenant Vasili Kestrov <BEGIN LOG> Medved: What happened after you arrived? Kestrov: The first night was mostly uneventful. After the flight, we got a taxi to the hotel you booked for us. Thank you for that, by the way. Medved: That wasn't too hard, especially since it was just you, Moloknya, and Tchaikovsky. Kestrov: We spent the night getting cleaned up and rested. The next morning we located the building and began watching it. We spent a few days surveying it. There was a man in a long coat and a fedora who was always walking in and out, constantly looking to make sure he wasn't being observed. The warehouse had two entrances that we could find and seemed to be locked on a regular basis. Medved: How'd you get in? Kestrov: That part was easy. The more we observed the man, the more our suspicions were confirmed. It was Dr. Curtis. And even better, he had a routine. His arrival was always at 0600, precisely, and his departure was at 0800. He kept the door locked, but now that we knew his routine I knew exactly what to do. Medved: And what was that? Kestrov: We arrived at the warehouse a few minutes before 0800. Moloknya and I set up by the door, We spent that time acting casual, trying not to draw too much attention.. Medved: What did you find in the lab? Kestrov: I wish I could forget it. It was a well-funded project. I'm no scientist but the equipment looked expensive. There were several slabs, all of them containing bodies. I'm not sure what he did to them, but every instinct confirmed I was right. <END LOG> Transcript of Interrogation, recorded on tape retrieved from Dr. Curtis's lab. Interviewer: Lt. Vasili Kestrov Interviewee: Dr. Joseph Curtis <BEGIN LOG> Curtis: This log is for posterity. My name is Dr. Joseph Curtis. I tried to do something good here but it's all gone wrong, and now I'm about to pay the price. I'm not sure exactly who's coming, but I think I know why. I don't know who you are, but if you're hearing this do not trust Valravn. There is a man on the board named Axel Brandt. He will tell you what you want to hear. He will come to you when you have no other choice, and he will make you promises. Don't accept his offer. Do not let yourself get dragged into Valravn. All they will do is use you. They will let you think they're on your side, but in fact, they will twist you into their slave. <A door is heard being kicked in> Curtis: Ah, I'd been wondering when you'd arrive. Kestrov: Don't play games with us, Curtis. I know who you are. Curtis: I'm sure you do. I had a feeling someone would be coming sooner or later. Let me guess, they wanted you to kill me. Kestrov: With extreme prejudice. Curtis: Your accent is Russian, so you couldn't be SCP. If you were with Chaos Insurgency you would have killed me and taken everything by now. But the KGB doesn't take an interest in science. You must be GRU-P. Moloknya: Very good. Kestrov: You've got a lot of explaining to do. <Curtis is heard grunting as he is grabbed and thrown into a chair near the tape recorder> Kestrov: Oh, look at that, I can get your confession on tape. Curtis: I confess to everything. I tried to improve their bodies. Kestrov: Is that what you call this? An improvement? You took human test subjects and turned them into… abominations! Now, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to ask you some questions, and if I don't like the answer, I hurt you. Curtis: When Subject 42 came into my lab, he was dying. He'd been burned, lost both his arms. He was struggling to breathe. He begged me to help him. I thought I could do more. I thought I could make him bett- <DR. CURTIS SCREAMS IN PAIN> Kestrov: You didn't make him better. I saw him. He wanted to die. Molknya: Who was he? Curtis: They wouldn't say. They just told me he was a soldier, like you. Kestrov: That's what I saw from him. Tchaikovsky: KESTROV! One of them's alive! Kestrov: Put them out of their misery. <GUNSHOT> Kestrov: Why did you work for Valravn? Curtis: They listened to me when no one else would. You weren't in Korea, were you? Kestrov: Our forces weren't deployed there, and even if they were I wasn't old enough to enlist. Curtis: Then you don't know the horror men went through. The damage it did to them. Healthy men came back disfigured and broken. Missing body parts, permanent spinal damage, blindness, shattered eardrums. Sometimes they couldn't even walk. I watched a lot of people die in Korea, but they were the lucky ones. Kestrov: So you built a weapon that could be deployed in Vietnam, to cause the same amount of harm. Curtis: They told me I could help their wounded, then they convinced me that I could improve their bodies. I thought I was saving that man's life, but I'm no better than they are. Kestrov: Your experiments end now! Curtis: Of course. There's an incinerator you can use to destroy the bodies, and I've already left my notes for you. Kestrov: Why are you doing this? Curtis: Doing what? Kestrov: Helping us? Curtis: I know you're going to kill me. I won't try to stop you. But maybe I can use my final moments to do a small amount of good. Don't you see, we're all pawns in a game we don't even know we're playing. You, me, Ymir; we're just tools. You think you're the hero, you think you're getting justice, but you're not. Kestrov: Major Sergei Veronin, his blood is on your hands. You don't get to walk away from this. Curtis: Exactly. You're no soldier. You're just an errand boy, doing their dirty work. You think GRU-P is any better than Valravn? Did you know Stalin used to let them use gulag prisoners as test subjec- <CURTIS CRIES IN PAIN> Kestrov: My name is Vasili Kestrov, remember that in the time you have left! Moloknya: Kestrov? Kestrov: You killed Major Sergei Veronin. Your work stops here. <CURTIS CRIES IN PAIN, BEFORE BEING ABRUPTLY SILENCED BY A GUNSHOT> Kestrov: Moloknya! What were you thinking? Moloknya: What is wrong with you Kestrov? Our orders were to terminate, not torture! <BRIEF PAUSE. DEEP BREATHING> Kestrov: Alright, Moloknya grab the tape recorder and bring it back to the car. Tchaikovsky, give me a hand with the bodies. <A BRIEF CLICK IS HEARD BEFORE TAPE ENDS> <END LOG> Interviewer: Captain Boris Medved Interviewee: Sergeant Anya Moloknya <BEGIN LOG> Medved: You shot Dr. Curtis? Moloknya: Cold, not cruel. I trust Kestrov in a lot of things, but at that moment he was going too far. Our orders were to terminate Dr. Curtis, not to torture him. Medved: So you terminated Dr. Curtis. What was your plan for the lab? Moloknya: We needed to burn it down. Kestrov found the incinerator- I'm guessing it was used to dispose of failed subjects. But getting rid of the bodies wasn't enough. We needed to burn down the whole lab with everything inside. Medved: And how'd you do that? Moloknya: We're Russian, and we needed to start a fire. What do you think we did? Medved: Wait, you're not saying- Moloknya: I found a bar nearby, picked up a couple bottles of Vodka. Rags aren't too hard to come by. Then we just had to light them up. Medved: So you made sure everything was gone? Moloknya: Almost, there's just one more loose end. Medved: And what's that? Moloknya: The body. Medved: Kestrov expressed concern about that, too. But don't worry. I've personally taken care of it. Ymir's body has been incinerated. There's nothing left. <END LOG> Shortly before his termination, Dr. Curtis attempted to write a letter to the Global Occult Coalition. This was intercepted and archived by the SCP Foundation. ██████ █████████ It is unfortunate that I have to write to you now, but I see no other choice. You are the only one I can trust to carry out my request. I have made a huge mistake. I tried to do something good but it's been warped into something… monstrous. It is, for this reason, I must ask you to destroy my work. This must be stopped before any more harm is done. During my time in Korea, I saw many men die horribly. But I also saw too many problems with those who survived. Men who went in healthy came out with missing legs, hearing loss, and nerve damage. Some couldn't even walk, or their brains were too damaged to function. I saw their bodies as broken and started trying to find ways to fix them. But nobody listened. No American company wanted to fund my research. Rich men who'd never seen combat told me it wasn't profitable. Valravn came to me in 1955. They were the first ones to see value in my work. They told me I could help their wounded soldiers, and my treatments could be marketed. Of course, I accepted, but something changed. Valravn has some strange practices, some sort of rune-based technology; it's almost like magic. But they also have some fanatical beliefs, and somehow they got into my head. Suddenly, I thought I couldn't just fix broken bodies but improve them. When they brought me specimen 42, I thought I was saving his life. I don't know who he was, but he was scared. He'd lost both arms at the elbows and was burnt all over, struggling to even breathe. He begged me to help him. But all I did was make him their slave. Do not trust Valravn! Do not listen to their promises. They can only use you, they will get into your mind and destroy you from the inside out. If Project Jotunn is completed, they will kill thousands more. You must destroy every trace of it. I have attached a map with the lab's location. Thank you, Joseph Curtis President Lyndon B. Johnson, with assistance from the SCP Foundation, began working to discredit any reports of his deal with Valravn. Witnesses were pressed into signing NDAs while photographic and video evidence was seized. The loss of Ymir, along with its creator and all information regarding its construction, resulted in crippling losses for Valravn in the following years. However, the company would begin to rebuild through investments in computer technology during the 1970s. This led to Valravn studying military applications for computers and eventually trying to integrate their components with the human body. This ultimately laid the groundwork for the cybernetic soldiers they employ today. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7542 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7542 ADDENDUM: SCP-7542 Autopsy Report Officially, Ymir's body was destroyed, per Kestrov's request. However, in secret, Captain Medved had an autopsy conducted on Ymir. Show Autopsy Report Hide Autopsy Report Patient: Unknown, codenamed "Ymir" Clinical History: Unknown DESCRIPTION OF GROSS LESIONS: EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: Patient's identity is difficult to determine with any certainty, but appears to be a caucasian male. Age is estimated to be mid-thirties. Subject was likely around 1.82 meters tall. He has been encased in armor comprised of steel, kevlar, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Armor lacks any mechanism for removal, suggesting it was intended to be permanent. Subject's face is concealed beneath a gas mask, which also appears to be sealed into the suit. Eyes appear to be unaffected. Small tube on the back of the neck appears to be intended for feeding. Cracks present in the right shoulder, head, and left leg suggest minor damage to armor. Armor had to be cut using a high-power chainsaw. It was then found that armor was grafted to patient's skin. Genitals had been removed and replaced by a network of tubes. Upon removal of armor, a fragmented runic symbol was found embedded in patient's abdomen.2 Digestive System: Patient's esophagus removed, replaced by a plastic tube connecting the stomach to the back of the neck. Brain: Evidence of an attempted trans-orbital lobotomy. Nervous System: Spine has been infused with a titanium alloy. Heart: Unknown substance has been used to increase heart size. A small pacemaker-like device was wired into the patient's heart. This appears to be designed to increase bloodflow allowing for faster movement. Toxicology Report: Unknown substance detected in patient's bloodstream at a level of 100mg/dl. Analysis revealed specimens of Plasmodium falciparum3. This, combined with a white blood cell count of 12,4x10^9/L, suggests patient was septic at time of death. Immunity system: Intestines have been moved to make room for spinal augmentation. Evidence of crude attempts to cut reconnect them is present. Spleen size reduced to make room for enlarged heart. Cause of Death: 18mm bullet fired from a Makarov pistol at point blank range into the back of the skull. Patient died instantly from hemorrhaging and brain damage. Note: Presence of Plasmodium falciparum combined with weak immune system suggests patient had contracted malaria, probably through a mosquito entering the feeding tube. Had patient not been killed by Red Storm, he likely had little more than a few weeks to live. ADDENDUM: Operation Blackout In 2015, operatives of the SCP Foundation tracked a cell of the Chaos Insurgency to an abandoned GRU-P black site in Belarus. In the ensuing raid, the MTF entered a laboratory containing the remains of human test subjects. No official records of these experiments existed, but reports found on-site indicated that it was being used as part of a GRU-P effort to produce a human weapon. A sealed coffin containing the heavily disfigured remains of a human cadaver was recovered. Records found on-site indicated a GRU-P-backed effort to replicate the experiments that produced Ymir. The project had been authorized by Captain Boris Medved. The body was transported to SCP Site-19 for further analysis. A year later, the Foundation was sent the following message: Message From Valravn Message From Valravn To: █████ From: Dr. Olga Brandt Subject: Regarding SCP-7542 Dr. █████ It has come to our attention that you have recently acquired something of great interest to us. You have labeled it as SCP-7542, but we have known it by the name Ymir. I believe that Valravn could put SCP-7542 to great use, but I understand that you will not return him for free. Fortunately, we have something that we believe will be of even greater value to your organization. I would like to propose a meeting to discuss the terms of a mutually beneficial transaction. I look forward to meeting you Dr. Olga Brandt, Tyr Project Lead The meeting took place three weeks later when Dr. Brandt met with the 05 Council. Ultimately the trade was accepted, and SCP-7542 was released in exchange for ███████. Footnotes 1. All data about this third material appears to have been expunged from GRU-P records. 2. Though unconfirmed, it is possible that a thaumatergical component was used in Ymir's construction. Dr. Martin has suggested this played a role in keeping Ymir intact and resistant to damage. 3. A parasite transmitted by mosquitoes known to cause malaria in humans « SCP-7541 | SCP-7542 | SCP-7543 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7542" by Chickadee42, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7542. 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-7545 | safe | Co-written by Ralliston and Rounderhouse. ► Ralliston's Authorpage ► Rounderhouse's Authorpage ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/7545 LEVEL 5/7545 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7545 Safe Aboveground portions of SCP-7545. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The information regarding the exact location of SCP-7545 is currently limited only to the O5 Council and personnel deemed necessary for SCP-7545 research. SCP-7545 is otherwise self-containing. All SCP-7545-A entities reside within SCP-7545 and are similarly self-containing. In the absence of the Administrator, custody of SCP-7545 is retained by the O5 Council. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7545 is Sanctum Eleven, an underground bunker complex located in [REDACTED] and owned by O5-11 from 1919 up until his death in 1998. As Sanctums are built as extended safe work and living spaces for Overseers and their staff members, SCP-7545 contains extensive accommodations for long-term occupation by up to forty personnel. SCP-7545-A is the collective designation for four biological machines, genetically identical and visually similar to the late O5-11, currently inhabiting SCP-7545. Addendum 7545.1 DISCOVERY TRANSCRIPT OF A RECORDING OF A TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN O5-1 AND O5-11 ON APRIL 30, 1998 FROM 7:46 TO 7:53 P.M. O5-1: Hello? Who is this? O5-11: (Heavy breathing.) O5-1: This is a secure government line. I would strongly recommend you hang up the— O5-11: (Dry, hacking cough) They're not people. O5-1: Eleven? Is that you? O5-11: Little more than automata of flesh. Conditional machines. O5-1: What are you talking about? Listen, are you alright? We haven't heard from you in— O5-11: (Voice rising) Remember it! They're failures, facsimiles of— of me. Half-remembrances. O5-1: What are you saying? Where are you? O5-11: Come to the Sanctum, Django. See for yourself. You've been a good friend. [Call terminated.] Immediately following this conversation, O5-1 dispatched Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") to Sanctum Eleven to ascertain O5-11's condition. Upon arrival in [REDACTED], Fireteams TRIPTYCH, RAZOR, and SHRINE overrode the security protocols and automatic defenses, gaining entrance into SCP-7545. Despite containing enough living space for dozens of staff members and guards, the vast majority of SCP-7545 was abandoned and littered with objects of disparate make and function. Alpha-1 operators quickly moved through and secured the facility, finding O5-11 within his private living space and study on the third and final sublevel. He was pronounced dead on arrival by Alpha-1 medics, who requested and received authorization from Overwatch Command to secure O5-11's body and transport it to the nearest Foundation facility. In the process of removing the body from SCP-7545, they encountered four SCP-7545-A instances within O5-11's apartment and instead moved to secure the anomalies. Upon confirmation that SCP-7545-A instances were non-hostile, O5-1 arrived three hours later to evaluate the situation. He ordered that he be the one to interview the SCP-7545-A instances, along with assisting in the cataloging of the contents of the Sanctum. Addendum 7545.2 ASSORTED LOGS FILE 7545.B83: Statement from Odongo Tejani, chairman of the Ethics Committee, when informed of the death of O5-11. What a horrid man. It's not kind to speak ill of the dead, and I recognize that — but I'm of the opinion that at a certain point, once you commit enough atrocities in your life, you lose the right to a peaceful death. If there's anyone on Earth that qualifies for that dubious achievement, it was Benjamin. FILE 7545.L91: Overseer Edict #111, c. 1890 AND with regards to the Indian encroach on the Western Containment Facility, Overseer Lambda1 has arranged for the Government of the United States of America to relocate the native tribes from federal-held land leased to the Foundation for private use. Their claim to the land has been deemed of secondary importance to the security of the facility and the continued operation of the Foundation. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [O5-1 enters the impromptu holding area for SCP-7545-A1, a small, well-furnished storage room. The shelves are lined with World War II era machine guns, grenades, and equipment. Similarly to the rest of the Sanctum, it is clean but still coated in a thick layer of dust. Ten operators from MTF Alpha-1 Fireteam TRIPTYCH line the walls of the room, weapons drawn. SCP-7545-A1 stands in the center of the room, still and unmoving, eyes unfocused. It appears visually identical to the late O5-11 in his last appearances: close-cropped grey hair, and a goatee.] O5-1: Eleven? [SCP-7545-A1 does not respond.] O5-1: Ben? SCP-7545-A1: Hello, Django.2 O5-1: What is this? Who are you? SCP-7545-A1: I've never met you before. But I recognize you. O5-1: What? SCP-7545-A1: I find memories of you. Memories of you on the beaches of Gallipoli, water choked with bodies. Memories of you sitting on the opposite end of the table during Council meetings. Memories of the both of you, here with your staff. You were important to him. O5-1: So you're not Benjamin. SCP-7545-A1: No. O5-1: What, then? A clone? A revenant? SCP-7545-A1: I don't know what I am. But I came into this world with his memories, and the first of my own is that disappointed stare. [O5-1 sighs.] O5-1: Damn it. I know what you are. A homunculus — artificial man. He always had an interest in alchemy, you know. Often spoke about his desire to find the great concepts — the magnum opus, prima materia, cintamani. And, in your case, neidan. SCP-7545-A1: A method of preserving the soul after death. O5-1: Yes. SCP-7545-A1: I was meant to be his holder of memories. An empty vessel to fill with whatever he chose. O5-1: It's a cruel existence. I'm sorry, for what little it's worth. [Pause] I told him not to pursue it, but… SCP-7545-A1: He never had much care for ethical concerns. That's why you stopped talking to him, is it not? O5-1: That's not true. [Pause] But if you're saying it, it means he thought it was. [Sigh] Damn it all to hell. [Silence.] O5-1: I have to say, this is… unsettling. You look just like him. It's as though I'm talking to him but… not. SCP-7545-A1: I am the only one that does. I was his last. O5-1: Are the others also like you? Homunculi? SCP-7545-A1: Correct. But they are failures. More so than I. They were not completed correctly — providing a snapshot into a moment of his life, rather than the whole picture. A vessel that he tried to pour more memories into than would fit. O5-1: But you contain all of his memories, correct? Until this moment of his death? SCP-7545-A1: I was the last thing he ever created. Yes. O5-1: Then why were you a failure to him? SCP-7545-A1: I do not know. He was looking for something more than the sum of his experiences, I think. And I simply did not have it. O5-1: I see. I will have to talk to the others, then. SCP-7545-A1: Of course. O5-1: But as for you… what happened to him? In the past few years he retreated entirely from us. He would send his Secretary to meetings, he never came to Site-01 or Overwatch anymore. SCP-7545-A1: I contain his memories, but I cannot tell you his thought process behind the decision. I lack such insight. [Pause.] SCP-7545-A1: Perhaps that is why I was a failure. [Silence.] SCP-7545-A1: What will happen to us? O5-1: I'm not sure yet. I'll need to speak to the rest before I make a decision. SCP-7545-A1: Understandable. Though I'd caution you that not all of them are as ambivalent about — or aware of — the nature of their existence as I am. O5-1: I see. I'll tread carefully. Thank you. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ FILE 7545.O23: Ethics Committee Edict #001 (regarding SCP-5549) c. 1977 For egregious and excessive ethics violations in the treatment of SCP-5549 and in the course of Project LONDON BRIDGE, O5-11 is hereby placed on administrative leave for a period of no less than two years. It is the opinion of the committee that the judgments made by O5-11 were motivated by a desire to weaponize anomalies for Foundation use, rather than in the greater interests of the Foundation. While this in and of itself is a significant ethical violation, it is noteworthy to point out that the Foundation has done so prior to the 1920 Restructuring. O5-11's violation was doing this through institutional support and protection of a baseless project rather than through official channels and with the consent of the rest of the Council. His decisions resulted in the deaths of several dozen Foundation staff and the creation of a dangerous anomaly extremely hostile to the Foundation. While this committee does not have the power to permanently remove members of the Council, it is our urgent recommendation that the Administrator reconsider O5-11's station in light of recent events. There is blood on his hands. FILE 7545.Z31: United States Army Field Promotion Order c. 1863 […] AND FOR taking command of his regiment when his superior officer was struck down in the line of battle and leading a successful charge to protect a civilian from massacre by enemy forces, Benjamin ████████ is HEREBY awarded the Medal of Honor of these United States for gallantry in combat AND promoted to First Lieutenant of the 15th New Hampshire Volunteer Infantry Regiment. Signed by President Abraham Lincoln and witnessed […] ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [O5-1 steps into SCP-7545-A2's holding area. It is a private library, containing two levels of mahogany shelves filled with books. A small fireplace, long-since sealed, lies before a chair and small table. SCP-7545-A2 is seated in the chair. He is younger but still clearly reminiscent of O5-11, appearing to be in his early 50s. Alpha-1 guards block the exits. SCP-7545-A2 turns to the door as O5-1 enters, and his face breaks out into a wide smile.] SCP-7545-A2: Django! [He leaps out of the armchair. The Alpha-1 guards begin to raise their guns but are waved down by O5-1. He sticks his hand out, but SCP-7545-A2 pulls him into a hug.] SCP-7545-A2: Good lord, how long has it been? Still holed up in Switzerland?3 O5-1: [Slowly] Yes. Yes, just working with the United Nations. Trying to ensure the fledgling organization isn't too hostile to us. SCP-7545-A2: Good man. Why the abundance of guards? O5-1: Oh, just a regular security precaution. Don't worry about it. Come, sit. [They settle in the pair of armchairs.] O5-1: Is there anything you'd like to… share with me? [SCP-7545-A2 looks at him strangely.] SCP-7545-A2: What do you mean? O5-1: Nevermind. Do you remember what we covered at the latest Council meeting? SCP-7545-A2: Of course. Though we're overdue for another session. We chartered a dedicated medical Site,4 proceeded through some generic containment decisions… the same old. A few discussions on the Occult Coalition talks in Rome, but I don't expect it to become anything significant — that many cooks in the kitchen, I suspect it'll be yet another organization paralyzed by politics. O5-1: I don't know, it could end up being a major player. SCP-7545-A2: You're the one there, so I'll defer to you. As for me, I'll believe it when I see it. But you didn't come all the way here to chitchat, boy. O5-1: No. I'm feeling philosophical lately. SCP-7545-A2: Anything particular on your mind? O5-1: Future goals. The world is changing, and the Foundation is at a crossroads. I wanted to speak with you about where you imagine the organization going. SCP-7545-A2: That's a big question, lad. O5-1: It is. But I'm sure you have an answer already. SCP-7545-A2: Smart kid. That I do. You know I've never been quite happy with our Administrator's hesitance to utilize the treasures we're sitting on. O5-1: Do you trust his judgement? SCP-7545-A2: To the extent one can. You've met the man, he headhunted you for the Council. I'm sure you came to the same conclusion I did. O5-1: That he's not quite human? SCP-7545-A2: Aye. Those eyes carry the weight of centuries. He puts up a good front, for certain, but I've been on the Council for seventy years, and met him regularly. The mask is imperfect — he misses mannerisms that other people don't even think about. His mind works differently. At first, I assumed he was just a mage of some kind, but that's not it. O5-1: His every action is restrained. Like he has to hold himself back. SCP-7545-A2: A nuclear explosion, kept contained in a bell jar. But I digress. He clearly has his own interests at play, but they seem to align with humanity's for the most part. So I'm fine to defer to his judgement. But it doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. O5-1: I hope that doesn't mean you're going to do anything rash. [SCP-7545-A2 fidgets.] O5-1: Ben… SCP-7545-A2: It's nothing serious. Just a few projects, they're classified under codephrase Thaumiel. He won't mind. O5-1: You know why we don't use anomalies. SCP-7545-A2: I don't agree with it. It's hogwash. O5-1: What? SCP-7545-A2: Look around! I've been alive for nearly a hundred years and I look like I'm not even half that. We have objects that can produce endless food. We could've intervened and ended the wars that wracked the world for the century, the ones both of us fought and lost friends and family in! How can we look at the incredible power we have and justify not taking action? O5-1: There are risks. SCP-7545-A2: Yes, yes. Spare me the diatribe, we've been friends too long for that. I know the risks, that's why I'm not advocating for dropping the Veil. These are just my little rebellions. O5-1: Just careful they don't turn into anything more. No one wants to see the outcome of that, what would happen to you. SCP-7545-A2: You're behaving very strangely today, Django. Do you know something I don't? O5-1: Unfortunately, the answer to that is always yes. [SCP-7545-A2 laughs.] SCP-7545-A2: Bastard. I just want to change things around here for the better a bit. Is that so much to ask? O5-1: No. Admirable, even. [O5-1 begins to say something, then cuts himself off.] O5-1: I have to go. Be well, Ben. SCP-7545-A2: Go with God. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ FILE 7545.K82: Memo from the office of O5-11, 7-18-1963 I'm disappointed in you, Director Conway. Very, very disappointed. My understanding when I hired you was that you were a visionary. And visionaries are what define the future of our organization — strong men, doing what needs to be done, seeing the whole board when most people can barely look a square or two beyond. I can however now see that that is not true. Your vision is still utterly limited by the prejudices and biases of the old world. The Foundation has the unique ability to exist without having to conform to society's idiosyncratic bigotries. And our mission is too important to compromise because you're too much of an insecure spineless buffoon to realize that someone's skin color has no bearing on their ability to do the job. Probably better than you, frankly. Drop the racial hiring embargo at your Site and onboard Ms. Jones, or I'll fly down and make you. FILE 7545.F72: Excerpt from Operation TANGIER CUT debriefing, c. 1969. Per O5-11's orders, all suspected GRU-P infiltrators were covertly detained by Internal Security agents in a simultaneous action across 8 Sites and involving nearly 39 personnel at 2:11 AM GMT. Where possible, Persons of Interest were brought to on-Site interrogation units and exposed to both anomalous and mundane interrogation performed by Atypical Persuasion Unit personnel. 21 of the 39 detainees confessed to being GRU-P deep cover agents. In accordance with O5-11's standing orders, this accounts for over half the number of detainees; as such, all 39 of them have been terminated to reduce the Foundation's risk factor. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [SCP-7545-A3 is being held in an observation room inside the Sanctum. It has a two-way mirror that looks out over the snowy wastes. Outside, a snowstorm rages, limiting visibility — the inside of the room, however, is warm. SCP-7545-A3 stands a few feet from the glass wall. He is physically the same as SCP-7545-A2, perhaps slightly older, but has a wearier atmosphere to him.] SCP-7545-A3: Hello, One. O5-1: Eleven. SCP-7545-A3: No, not Eleven. Do not patronize me; I do not labor under the same delusions the others do. I am acutely, inextricably aware that I am not the man I was created from. O5-1: That's good. It's nice to speak on open terms. SCP-7545-A3: I imagine. O5-1: How far do your memories go to? SCP-7545-A3: I couldn't tell you. I have no frame of reference. Ask me whether I remember something. O5-1: Do you remember the last time we spoke? SCP-7545-A3: Ah. Yes, Overwatch Command, Antarctica, September 4th, 1994. He voiced concerns over the ongoing absence of the Administrator, and it developed into an argument. O5-1: It wasn't an argument, I was just disagree— SCP-7545-A3: He thought it was an argument. He thought you were making excuses for him, because he was bitter that the Administrator played favorites. Bitter that he had been placed on sabbatical after Project LONDON BRIDGE went awry. O5-1: That was his own fault. I tried to warn him. SCP-7545-A3: No, you didn't. You can lie to yourself, Django, but you can't lie to me. O5-1: Maybe I could have pushed him to stop, but he predated me on the Council by fifty years. SCP-7545-A3: But the Administrator made you O5-1. O5-1: We're all equals. SCP-7545-A3: Don't be disingenuous. The position of O5-1 has always been primes inter pares. First among equals. [Pause.] O5-1: Are you saying he was jealous of me? SCP-7545-A3: No. He simply felt you were unfit to be the leader of the Council, however informal. As your friend, he had seen you at your worst and lowest. It tainted his view of you. And he resented the Administrator for appointing you and vanishing. O5-1: I had no idea. SCP-7545-A3: He was a bitter man. He kept it under wraps, he tried his best. But it ate away at him. It got to where he couldn't stand to be around the rest of you. But he still cared about the Foundation, and more importantly, he still cared about you. He loved you and hated you and hated himself for hating you. O5-1: So you retreated here, to a lifestyle of being a hermit in a mountain fortress? You should've just talked to me, we could've— SCP-7545-A3: I am not him, Django. O5-1: You're right. I apologize. I just… wish I knew this when he was still here. [Silence.] O5-1: When did it start? I know he didn't always feel this way. We were close. And then he started drifting away. SCP-7545-A3: When the rest of the Council voted to censure him after SCP-5549. He was thrown out of the organization he'd given lifetimes to. It poisoned him. O5-1: I thought his sabbatical did him well. SCP-7545-A3: Of course you did. He didn't want to lose the only friend he had left on the Council. For all his grand achievements — integrating the Foundation, playing an instrumental role in the Restructuring, essentially manning Applied Force — he was a sad, sad man. Obsessed with saving the world. O5-1: I never really understood his… fixation on weaponizing anomalies. He saw the Occult Wars, how could he think that using anomalies would cause less death and destruction? SCP-7545-A3: That's because you're as limited as you've always been, Django. You came into the Foundation from the Sixth Occult War. That informed your perspective. His was a century prior, where disease slaughtered more than the war did, where entire armies were massacred. You were both soldiers, but you came from trench warfare and machine guns, and he came from cavalry and muskets. O5-1: I still don't see the difference. SCP-7545-A3: Because it was never about using anomalies, boy! It was about the Foundation! It was about the fact that he fought— [SCP-7545-A3 sighs and rubs his temples.] SCP-7545-A3: You witnessed the Sixth Occult Wars, and then joined the Foundation, and your first thought was "My god, how fortunate we were that more of these horrors weren't unleashed on the battlefields of Verdun and the Somme and Galipoli." He fought in the Civil War. The anomalous theatre was incredibly, incredibly limited — only really present in the ASCI Alphacampus and Betacampus in Georgia. His first thought after joining the Foundation was "My god, we could have stopped all of this before it began". O5-1: … I never considered that. SCP-7545-A3: Of course you didn't. [Silence.] O5-1: We were friends, yes? SCP-7545-A3: To whatever extent men like you can have friends. O5-1: Did he… ever have anything he wanted to tell me? Any regrets? [SCP-7545-A3 tightens his jaw, and turns towards the glass again, gazing out into the snowstorm. His face is impassive.] SCP-7545-A3: No. No regrets. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ FILE 7545.B12: Communication from the Administrator to O5-11, c. 1976 Hello, Eleven. It's been quite some time. I hope you've been well. Despite recent events, know that I have no hard feelings toward you; I'm not sure I'm capable of grudges anymore. But that's neither here nor there. You made a mistake. An egregious, ugly, incomprehensibly large mistake, perhaps, but a mistake nonetheless. You did not seek to undermine the organization, only bring it back to a time when you thought it was stronger, more effective in its mission. You were wrong, needless to say. That is the only reason your removal from the Council is temporary — I sincerely believe you have failed to understand how the Foundation has evolved. So allow me to illustrate it for you: the Foundation has cycles. Ebbs and flows. Periods where the use of anomalies is encouraged, and periods where it is discouraged. When I began the organization two centuries ago, we were a loose confederation of alchemists, mages, and scholars, trying to understand and use the anomalous to protect humanity. That is the Foundation you came into. After the Restructuring and the Great War, things changed. There was a strong sentiment that the Foundation should not get involved in these mundane wars, even if they trickled into the Occult World. This is the Foundation we are now in. Scientists and researchers more interested in containment than use. I understand this doesn't sit well with you. I don't care. You are a relic of an older time, Benjamin, much like myself. I have adapted to the times, as you must. Adapt or die. Your sabbatical from the Council is set for five years. Make the most of it. Yours, Franz Williams, the Administrator. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [SCP-7545-A4 is seated in the armory of the Sanctum. Modern and historical weapons line the walls — swords, rapiers, assault rifles, muskets, flintlocks, and a range of other tools of war. SCP-7545-A4 is standing a distance from the walls. He is young-looking, perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s. His hair has not yet gone gray, and his beard is replaced by a trimmed goatee.] O5-1: Hello. SCP-7545-A4: Oh! Hello there. O5-1: I don't suppose we've met? SCP-7545-A4: No, I don't believe so. [He sticks his hand out.] SCP-7545-A4: Lieutenant Benjamin Kondraki. Though I suppose I'm not a lieutenant anymore, working for the Foundation. And you are? O5-1: My name is Django Bridge. O5-1. [SCP-7545-A4 furrows his eyebrows.] SCP-7545-A4: I'm sorry? O5-1: Ah. Right. Overseer Alpha. SCP-7545-A4: Oh! Apologies, I was always told Overseer Alpha was… older. O5-1: I age well. Let's talk about you. What's your position in the Foundation? SCP-7545-A4: At the moment, I direct the recruitment of able-bodied men into our guardsmen and clever men into our Agents Corps. O5-1: I see. An important job. Do you enjoy it? SCP-7545-A4: I enjoy it enough. It's skilled work, and I'm certainly suited for it. O5-1: I see. [Silence.] SCP-7545-A4: I'm sorry, sir, have I said something wrong? You have a strange look on your face. O5-1: Oh? I apologize. I'm a bit distracted, I'm… meeting an old friend soon. SCP-7545-A4: Ah. Old friends are the best kind. I hope it goes well. O5-1: Much appreciated. What if I informed you you were being considered for a leadership position in the Foundation? SCP-7545-A4: I… would be quite confused, sir. I don't have any magical or paranatural abilities. I'm not an alchemist or a mage or even a reader. O5-1: Yes, well, that's not going to be important soon. We need more of the kind of people we're protecting in our ranks. SCP-7545-A4: I see. What kind of position? O5-1: An Overseer's seat has opened up recently. You are one of the candidates. SCP-7545-A4: Good lord. That's— I couldn't possibly handle that, Mr. Bridge, sir. O5-1: I'm not so sure. You've got a good head on your shoulders. You're smart, quick-witted, caring. Sometimes to a fault. Loyal as all hell. SCP-7545-A4: Well, I appreciate that, sir. But I don't know the first thing about what such a job would require. O5-1: Why don't you tell me about what you were doing before the Foundation? SCP-7545-A4: Fighting, sir. In the Union Army. Like most of our men. O5-1: You must've seen awful things. SCP-7545-A4: Many, sir. My family's farm in Virginia was razed by shelling. O5-1: Your family? SCP-7545-A4: Killed, sir. O5-1: My condolences. But you understand that doesn't excuse anything you do in their name. [Pause.] SCP-7545-A4: I'm… sorry, sir? I don't understand. O5-1: Nevermind. Were you to become an Overseer, what would be your desire for the organization's future? Feel free to take your time to think about it. SCP-7545-A4: That's an easy one, sir. O5-1: Oh? SCP-7545-A4: My parents raised me to believe absolute power corrupts absolutely. That having ultimate power over the fates of others leads to a rot of the soul. O5-1: And? SCP-7545-A4: They're gone now because no one had the power to do what had to be done. I would like to push the Foundation in the direction of a world where the Foundation is no longer needed. To improve the world, not be beholden to it. To save the people we have an obligation to. O5-1: I see. Interesting. SCP-7545-A4: I hope that was adequate, sir. O5-1: More than you know, Lieutenant Kondraki. We'll be in contact. SCP-7545-A4: Of course, sir. Good luck with your friend. O5-1: Thank you. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ FILE 7545.Y17: O5-1 delivering O5-11's eulogy, March 5th, 1998 It's nice to see all of you, gathered here. Many faces I haven't seen in as many years. To be honest, Ben and I didn't expect crowds at either of our funerals. We've both outlived practically everyone else we knew. There are no brothers and sisters or sons and daughters left to mourn us. In Ben's case, there was another reason he didn't expect tears at his death. I could very easily stand here and lie to all of you. You wouldn't know the difference. I could sit here and tell you that he was an unequivocally good man who tried to do the right thing, even if he made mistakes along the way. I was his best friend. I have an obligation to make the last memories people have of him good ones. Don't I? But I'm not a liar. He wasn't lucky enough to be a good man. Or a bad man. Instead, he was like most dead people: infinitely complicated. A Foundation man to the bone. I saw him step away from his beloved granddaughter's birthday party to order the termination of an entire department. We pushed for the Foundation to drop old-world biases against women and minorities while he consolidated power in his own office. He encouraged the Administrator to intervene in the Great War to save lives, but was more than happy to sacrifice entire units to deny GRU-P or PENTAGRAM control of anomalies during the Cold War. Infinitely complicated, no matter how much we'd like to pretend they're not. Many people here will only remember him at the end of his life — a paranoid authoritarian, trying fruitlessly to bring back the good old days he so desperately craved. Supporting ethical atrocities and causing the loss of one of our greatest assets. I don't blame anyone for judging him as they did based on the things he had done. But in the same lifetime and often in the same day, he was an ardent pusher for change in the Foundation, to support our people from all walks of life, to make us a force for good in a cruel, uncaring world. Like all of us, Ben was the sum of his experiences. Born in a different century's war, and spending his entire life trying to apply what he learned to peacetime. Some people will say he was a monster. But just as many will say he was a hero. The only thing I can say for sure is that my friend is dead. FILE 7545.A11: Excerpt from autopsy report on O5-11's body. CIRCULATORY SYSTEM: At the time of death, blood samples indicated the presence of apoaequorin, cholinesterase inhibitors, and █████████ in the system, substances which are rarely encountered together outside of their role as active ingredients in Foundation mnestic drugs. The levels encountered were significantly higher than what would constitute a lethal dose. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» [O5-1 sits in O5-11's study in the living quarters of SCP-7545. The room lacks any kind of digital or electronic equipment, and is richly decorated with mahogany paneling, oil portraits, and expensive ephemera. With a nod, O5-1 dismisses the remaining Alpha-1 security personnel. He is left alone in O5-11's study, surrounded by portraits and photographs of the late Overseer, his own face alongside O5-11's in many of them. He does not appear aware he is being recorded.] [A few minutes pass as he walks around the study, examining the framed documents on the walls.] [He then walks over to the well-worn leather chair behind the mahogany desk, and takes a seat in it.] [He leans his elbows on the desk, places his head in his hands, and begins to quietly shake, entirely alone.] «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ REMAINDER OF FORERUNNER TRIAD MATERIAL IS: NOW AVAILABLE PREVIOUS « INTERREGNUM I » REDTAPE NEXT « THE JADE PROPOSAL » Footnotes 1. Archaic codename for O5-11; until 1920, the codename schema for members of the Overseer Council was based on the Greek alphabet. 2. This was the first time an SCP-7545-A instance had been observed to speak. 3. O5-1 occupied a secondary stronghold in the Swiss Alps for much of the late 1940s, during the formation of the United Nations Global Occult Coalition. 4. 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SCP-7547 | safe | . Item #: SCP-7547 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7547 has not been removed from the scene of its initial discovery. Description: SCP-7547 is a severed human head impaled on a wooden pike. The object induces a hallucinatory effect causing observers to see SCP-7547 as the head of a close loved one. Discovery: On 14/07/2019, the Boston police department was notified that a murder had taken place. The victim's head, SCP-7547, was displayed in front of the Reality Church of Boston, with their body lying nearby. Upon the discovery of the head's anomalous properties, jurisdiction over the investigation was transferred to the SCP Foundation. Adam Engle was chosen as investigator. [AUDIO LOG] Location: Adam Engle’s office Date: 16/07/2019 Time: 17:23 Begin Log (The sound of a door opening and closing.) Engle: Oh, hey. Voice:1 Just one of those days, huh? Engle: I won’t say I disagree. Cho: Got some more files for you. (The sound of a stack of papers impacting the desk.) Engle: Thanks. Cho: So what’re you thinking? Anart piece? Some kind of ritual? Engle: Well, Forensics haven’t gotten back with the victim’s identity, so could be anything, really. It might be a crime of passion, if the anomalous properties are anything to go by. Cho: Oh, yeah, makes it a pain in the ass to deal with. I keep seeing– (coughs) I keep seeing people in Forensics having to step away, tears in their face. And I mean I don’t blame them, like, I know it’s fake, but doesn’t change the fact it looks like my fiancé’s severed head on a pike. Say, what does it look like to you? Engle: …I’d rather not talk about it. Cho: Fair enough. Sorry for bringing it up. Engle: It’s fine. (Pause.) Cho: Welp, I’m gonna head back. See you later, man. Engle: Bye. (The sound of a door opening and closing.) (Shuffling papers. Engle mumbles something unintelligible in a sing-song tone.) (Office phone rings. Engle picks it up) Engle: Hel- Unknown Voice:2 The ball has been set in motion. Engle: Excuse me? Unknown Voice: Listen well, we won’t repeat this twice. 14/07/2012, Portland, Maine. Remember it? It should be fresh in your mind. Engle: …What is this? Unknown Voice: Trust everyone and no one. It is perpetual motion run amok, but the flight plan can be adjusted. Find a map. (The phone line disconnects, playing a dull tone.) Engle: … End Log (I/VII) ---> Footnotes 1. Later identified as Agent Daniel Cho. 2. Identity Unknown. Voice is tinny with a high pitch. More From This Author More From This Author Crow-Cat's Works SCPs SCP-7755 • SCP-6426 • SCP-050-INT • SCP-6818 • Tales/GoI Formats What does B stand for? • SPC-6985: THE ANTI-SHARK • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7547" by Crow-Cat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7547. 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: togetheragain.jpg Name: Crowcat Smile image.jpg Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: "Dark Basement" and "Whale Smile" Additional Notes: "Dark Basement" by Alan Levine is licensed under Public Domain and "Whale Smile" by SWEET2OOTH is licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: whalesmile.png Name: N/A Author: SWEET2OOTH License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: sunnythumbnail.png Name: N/A Author: SunnySundays License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7548 | keter | SCP-7548 - The Stars, the Hopeful Authored by ArthCymro ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} WELCOME, O5-6. YOU HAVE ONE FILE PENDING REVIEW AND ARCHIVING. DISPLAY FILE? > CONFIRM DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL? > NOT SINCE THE STARS HAVE JOINED IT IN SONG. ACCESSING FILE: SCP-7548 Item #: SCP-7548 Site Responsible: Area-32 Director: Sr. Adm. Hourdoon Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: MTF Gamma-4 Level 3/7548 Secret Special Containment Procedures: An SCP-7548 event, previously known as SCP-1548, during completion. Foundation satellites MALAKBEL-1 through 10 will continue to monitor the south and north poles of the Sun for both SCP-1548 and SCP-7548. Protocol Koyash-Veure is to remain unchanged, although space stations and off-world bases must now also monitor the orbital speeds of all bodies within the solar system for any significant alterations. It is not possible to completely limit the discovery of SCP-7548, as censorship of all telescopic applications is unfeasible. Instead, Foundation efforts are to focus on discrediting and censoring discussions and studies of SCP-7548 and all related thaumaturgical symbols outside of selected bodies and personnel. Due to the sudden manifestation of the SCP-7548 phenomena and the decrease in the SCP-1548 phenomena, both anomalies are currently placed on high-priority study within the Department of Xenohistory and the Department of Thaumaturgy. Description: SCP-7548 is the designation of various anomalous solar phenomena, occurring on the surface of the Sun. This phenomenon was previously designated as SCP-1548, whose events underwent an unexpected alteration around 23/12/2016. These alterations included: SCP-1548-1 and SCP-1548-2, which had previously occurred primarily at the southern pole of the Sun, had altered to occurring primarily at the northern pole of the Sun. Both events have been redesignated as SCP-7548-1 and SCP-7548-2. Several thaumaturgical symbols (referred to in Addendum 1548.1) previously observed occurring during SCP-1548-3, which has been redesignated as SCP-7548-3, and SCP-1548-1, decreased rapidly in frequency, being replaced with several new symbols. The historical and thaumaturgical impact of these symbols is currently under investigation. Addendum 7548.1: Thaumaturgical Symbol Designation The following are the three most observed symbols occurring during SCP-7548. A summary of their thaumaturgical effect and history is provided: TS-164: Known as the Ualathial Atal. When inscribed on a smooth surface and touched, all individuals in close proximity will hear a musical note. The pitch, volume and duration of the note depend on the pressure applied to the symbol and the size of the symbol. Experiments have shown that the sound is not distorted by the environment, even if a vacuum is present. The symbol is predominantly used by members of "The Church of the Second Hytoth", although in recent years, has been utilised by the anomalous artistic community. TS-225: Unnamed; although symbol has been utilised by various members of the anomalous community. When the symbol is inscribed onto multiple objects by the same device and writer, each is able to form an invisible, electromagnetic tractor beam, allowing one object to manipulate the position of the others. TS-791: Unnamed; only seen in SCP-7548. Department of Thaumaturgy have been unable to determine the purpose of the symbol. However, the Department of Xenohistory has identified the symbol's prevalence in "Ortothan" mythology, especially in the religion's early texts. Addendum 7548.2: Event 7548-12 On 29/12/2016, the Foundation, along with several scientific bodies, detected slight, non-threatening alteration in the Earth's magnetic field. Alteration was also detected in the Sun and in all other planets within the solar system, along with their orbiting satellites. Bodies with low or non-existent magnetic fields, such as Mars and the Earth's Moon, were also detected developing their own field, despite not possessing the geological makeup to produce one. In the days following, the speed of all orbiting objects within the solar system was found to be undergoing alteration, either increasing or decreasing in speed. Earth itself, was found to have had its orbital speed increased from 29.8 km/s to 90.2 km/s, while the Moon's decreased from 1.1 km/s to 0.4 km/s. This alteration continued until the bodies reached unremarkable, unique geocentric and heliocentric coordinates, in which all bodies became and currently remain orbitally immobile. The body's rotation remained unchanged, however. Observation by several space programs and scientific institutions also confirmed similar alterations were occurring in neighbouring star systems. Along with the astro-dynamnical alteration, high concentrations of ionizing radiation began to form in the upper atmospheres, resulting in a rapid increase in aurora. When studied, it was found the aurora was not only increasing in occurrences but also extending beyond previously determined regions. The Foundation also identified several projections of TS-791 and TS-164 forming in the aurora. These alterations all coincided with a rapid increase in SCP-7548 events and several ongoing anomalous phenomena (refer to Addendum 7548.3). As a majority of the events could not be dismissed with information censoring or mass application of amnestics, they have resulted in a partial LV-Zero "Lifted Veil" scenario and a temporary suspension of Veil protocols. An entente has been formed between the Foundation and several anomalous and non-anomalous organisations in order to deal with suspension. Addendum 7548.3: Related Phenomena During and following Event 7548-12, several anomalous events and phenomena occurred. Date Description Notes 03/01/2017 Several Rosen-Fortune Bridges ("Ways") were detected, opening near Longyearbyen, Svalbard, Norway. Several persons exited and began making their way to the base of Newtontoppen. Several members of GoI-3088 ("Church of the Second Hytoth"), GoI-016 ("Horizon Initiative") and GoI-α-019 ("The Serpent's Hand") were observed partaking in the movement, along with numerous known persons of interest. The Foundation is currently performing diplomatic visitations to the area. 05/01/2017 Pratchett-81 detected a 423% increase in thaumactivity across the Earth. Those with thaumaturgical capabilities, including within the Foundation, suddenly entered REM sleep, which lasted approximately 10 minutes. Upon awakening, they claimed they saw a screaming black space which slowly went silent. A small percentage also claimed they heard singing following the silence. Thaumactivity is yet to subside. Department of Thaumaturgy are currently monitoring all registered thaumaturgical-based anomalies. 12/01/2017 SCP-179 changed position, travelling 21,000 km towards the northern pole of the Sun. It then looked towards the centre of the Milky Way galaxy for approximately 2 minutes before nodding and establishing constant. It signed, "Listen" before pointing briefly towards SCP-2399. SCP-179 then maintained a prayer position. Director McAllan of Site ██ was alerted. SCP-2399's threat level was reclassified to Black and Project Gigas was put on high alert. 13/01/2017 SCP-1233 was observed approaching Area-32 before stopping 500 meters from the base. SCP-1233 was observed looking towards the Sun, nodding then remaining in a seated position. 2 hours later, eleven spectral entities exited a previously undiscovered cavern near the building site of the Area 32-13 Transit System. The entities made their way to SCP-2821's chamber. Upon arriving, they encircled SCP-2821, which began to emit short radio transmissions. MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew"), were dispatched for observation. When analysed, a series of words and sounds could be found in the transmissions, with the words "Afraid" and "Hurt" being used frequently. 15/01/2017 A series of rapid transmissions was detected coming from SCP-3417. These transmissions differed from its standard contents, with its dialogue also accompanied by a repeating series of musical notes. Further information attached. See Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28. 15/01/2017 SCP-1682, whose appearance was last reported on 12/02/2011, reappeared outside the heliosphere, moving at around 4,000,000 km/h. The return was noted to be earlier than anticipated. Four days later, SCP-1682 changed trajectory and made its way to Mercury, where it remained in the planet's exosphere. 18/01/2017 NASA's Mars rovers ("Opportunity" and "Curiosity") ceased standard broadcasting due to the formation of a sudden dust storm. 6 hours after the loss of contact, the rovers suddenly began broadcasting a series of musical chords and arpeggios. As the broadcast continued, various musical notations and series from famous pieces were identified, including Camille Saint-Saëns's The Swan, Nobuyuki Tsujii's Takaosan, Claude Debussy's Suite bergamasque, Iannis Xenakis's Jonchaies and Enya's Wild Child. A cover story involving foreign cyberterrorism is being disseminated. Monitoring of the rover's activity is currently underway. 19/01/2017 CURRENTLY UNDER REVIEW Further information attached. See Incident 2399-Alpha. ▷ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 ▽ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. All Ortothans gather. Stars are ready. Worlds are ready.[Unknown: A Unit of Time?] ago the First Invasion occurred. Now, we are ready. Now, we must open ourselves to each other. The extra-universal lost wail and the gods now understand their pain. We must now set aside our fight and join in prayer. Join in [song?]. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. We have been preparing for this. Let yourself be part. Rakmou-leusan2 is ready. When united we are strong. When united, all shall be well. When united, [empty?] shall be all. <END LOG> ▷ Incident 2399-Alpha ▽ Incident 2399-Alpha Incident 2399-Alpha (Timeline) Date: 19/01/2017 [00:00:00] (Zohar counters on Foundation satellites around Jupiter detect an 309% increase in thaumactivity around Great Red Spot.) [00:01:23] (Several displays of aurora form across Jupiter. Instances of TS-791 are predominantly seen forming in the lights.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Assistance accepted: Unit is in range of target: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion [00:08:24] (SCP-2399 became active. All BARRIER units were order to fire upon the anomaly.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 remained undamaged. The O5 Council alerted of immanent XK-β-Class "Barren Earth" Scenario Event.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 leaves Jupiter, accelerating to approximately 100,000,000 km/h. Time of impact calculated at 5.30 UTC.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Target is prepared for unit: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion: Proceed to 79.010556,17.490833 [00:09:44] (The O5 Council began the activation of the Ganymede Protocol and all anomalies associated with Project AISA.) [01:01:23] (Foundation probe Ophanim-3 detected SCP-2399 passing. Analysis indicated the anomaly was encased in an array of aurora. Several symbols formed in the aurora were identified as belonging to the Ortothan mythology, with the symbol for "Rakmou-leusan" forming predominantly. Departments of Thaumaturgy, Mythology and History were called to Site-01 for deliberation.) [01:43:23] (In a 6-5-2 vote, at the risk of heavily underpreparing for an XK-β-Class scenario, the O5 council voted to halt all activations of Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA.) [05:42:11] (SCP-2399 passes Martian orbit. Department of Astrophysics and Engineering Division begin calculating the location of landing.) [05:54:23] (Numerous individuals with psionic and thaumaturgical capabilities, all enter a trace state, point towards the base of Newtontoppen, Norway. Mobile Task Force Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”) and Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) are deployed.) Incident 2399-Alpha (Video Transcript) Date: 19/01/2017 Location: Newtontoppen, Norway. MTF/s: MTF Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”), MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) Video provided by MTF Nu-7's Eigenweapon artilleryman Soloman Perez. 00:01: Recording opens on the site of the gathering near Longyearbyen. MTF officers move forward towards the gathering. Light snow is falling and an aurora is forming in the sky. 00:31: Officers arrive at the site and begin moving through the crowd. Several individuals are looking upwards and pointing at the sky. Many of those who aren't are either kneeling in prayer or singing softly. 01:54: Camera pans suddenly, showing a series of nuclear and electromagnetic weapon specialists set up near the outskirts of the site. 02:04: A loud boom is heard. The camera pans upwards to see the aurora filling with several unknown symbols and shapes. In the sky, just outside the site's region, the clouds part as SCP-2399 slowly descends, aurora forming around it. 02:15: SCP-2399 lands, pushing a majority of its mass into the earth. The individuals pointing are seen lowering their hands. 02:29: SCP-2399 emits a sound, similar to horns and whistles. It then begins to glow an orange light and rearrange its structure. 02:43: Camera turns back to the squads, who are reading a series of EMPs and Type Ra Directed-energy Weapons. 02:58: Camera returns to SCP-2399 which continues to alter its structure. At its base, a large circle, containing several symbols, begin forming in the snow. At the peak, a large, crystalline protrusion, resembling pipes, begins to emerge in a row. The aurora continues to encircle SCP-2399. 03:26: SCP-2399 halts its alteration, now shaped in a large tree-like structure, made up of several crystal pipes and coils. The aurora around it begins forming into instances of TS-164. A series of musical notes, not dissimilar to those made by string or woodwind instruments, are heard. Several of the individuals, including some members of the MTFs, begin humming softly. Video ends. Following the events of Incident 2399-Alpha, both MTF Xi-13 and MTF Nu-7 set up temporary bases around the area, along with a branch of the Department of External Affairs and Intelligence Agency. Since the incident, SCP-2399 has remained semi-active, producing several projections of TS-164, which produce a series of sequenced notes. The Foundation's entente continued to monitor for further developments relating to SCP-7548. Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA were ordered to remain prepared until further notice. All major extra-terrestrial sites were placed under Level IV Security Alert until further notice. CLOSING FILE: SCP-7548 HAVE YOU FINISHED YOUR REVIEW? DO YOU WISH TO ARCHIVE? > DENIED. O5-6. A NEW VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT HAS JUST BEEN UPLOADED BY THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION. DO YOU WISH TO ACCESS IT? > CONFIRM. Footnotes 1. The latest astronomical satellite deployed by the Department of Thaumaturgy as part of Project Zorya, a project aimed at mapping Earth's Akiva Radiation flow. 2. The "Holy Fourth." According to Ortothan mythology, they were an extraterrestrial mortal that ascended to godhood, currently responsible for protecting the universe from extra-universal threats, known as The Voru. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7548" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7548. 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-7548 | neutralized | SCP-7548 - The Stars, the Hopeful Authored by ArthCymro ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} WELCOME, O5-6. YOU HAVE ONE FILE PENDING REVIEW AND ARCHIVING. DISPLAY FILE? > CONFIRM DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL? > NOT SINCE THE STARS HAVE JOINED IT IN SONG. ACCESSING FILE: SCP-7548 Item #: SCP-7548 Site Responsible: Area-32 Director: Sr. Adm. Hourdoon Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: MTF Gamma-4 Level 3/7548 Secret Special Containment Procedures: An SCP-7548 event, previously known as SCP-1548, during completion. Foundation satellites MALAKBEL-1 through 10 will continue to monitor the south and north poles of the Sun for both SCP-1548 and SCP-7548. Protocol Koyash-Veure is to remain unchanged, although space stations and off-world bases must now also monitor the orbital speeds of all bodies within the solar system for any significant alterations. It is not possible to completely limit the discovery of SCP-7548, as censorship of all telescopic applications is unfeasible. Instead, Foundation efforts are to focus on discrediting and censoring discussions and studies of SCP-7548 and all related thaumaturgical symbols outside of selected bodies and personnel. Due to the sudden manifestation of the SCP-7548 phenomena and the decrease in the SCP-1548 phenomena, both anomalies are currently placed on high-priority study within the Department of Xenohistory and the Department of Thaumaturgy. Description: SCP-7548 is the designation of various anomalous solar phenomena, occurring on the surface of the Sun. This phenomenon was previously designated as SCP-1548, whose events underwent an unexpected alteration around 23/12/2016. These alterations included: SCP-1548-1 and SCP-1548-2, which had previously occurred primarily at the southern pole of the Sun, had altered to occurring primarily at the northern pole of the Sun. Both events have been redesignated as SCP-7548-1 and SCP-7548-2. Several thaumaturgical symbols (referred to in Addendum 1548.1) previously observed occurring during SCP-1548-3, which has been redesignated as SCP-7548-3, and SCP-1548-1, decreased rapidly in frequency, being replaced with several new symbols. The historical and thaumaturgical impact of these symbols is currently under investigation. Addendum 7548.1: Thaumaturgical Symbol Designation The following are the three most observed symbols occurring during SCP-7548. A summary of their thaumaturgical effect and history is provided: TS-164: Known as the Ualathial Atal. When inscribed on a smooth surface and touched, all individuals in close proximity will hear a musical note. The pitch, volume and duration of the note depend on the pressure applied to the symbol and the size of the symbol. Experiments have shown that the sound is not distorted by the environment, even if a vacuum is present. The symbol is predominantly used by members of "The Church of the Second Hytoth", although in recent years, has been utilised by the anomalous artistic community. TS-225: Unnamed; although symbol has been utilised by various members of the anomalous community. When the symbol is inscribed onto multiple objects by the same device and writer, each is able to form an invisible, electromagnetic tractor beam, allowing one object to manipulate the position of the others. TS-791: Unnamed; only seen in SCP-7548. Department of Thaumaturgy have been unable to determine the purpose of the symbol. However, the Department of Xenohistory has identified the symbol's prevalence in "Ortothan" mythology, especially in the religion's early texts. Addendum 7548.2: Event 7548-12 On 29/12/2016, the Foundation, along with several scientific bodies, detected slight, non-threatening alteration in the Earth's magnetic field. Alteration was also detected in the Sun and in all other planets within the solar system, along with their orbiting satellites. Bodies with low or non-existent magnetic fields, such as Mars and the Earth's Moon, were also detected developing their own field, despite not possessing the geological makeup to produce one. In the days following, the speed of all orbiting objects within the solar system was found to be undergoing alteration, either increasing or decreasing in speed. Earth itself, was found to have had its orbital speed increased from 29.8 km/s to 90.2 km/s, while the Moon's decreased from 1.1 km/s to 0.4 km/s. This alteration continued until the bodies reached unremarkable, unique geocentric and heliocentric coordinates, in which all bodies became and currently remain orbitally immobile. The body's rotation remained unchanged, however. Observation by several space programs and scientific institutions also confirmed similar alterations were occurring in neighbouring star systems. Along with the astro-dynamnical alteration, high concentrations of ionizing radiation began to form in the upper atmospheres, resulting in a rapid increase in aurora. When studied, it was found the aurora was not only increasing in occurrences but also extending beyond previously determined regions. The Foundation also identified several projections of TS-791 and TS-164 forming in the aurora. These alterations all coincided with a rapid increase in SCP-7548 events and several ongoing anomalous phenomena (refer to Addendum 7548.3). As a majority of the events could not be dismissed with information censoring or mass application of amnestics, they have resulted in a partial LV-Zero "Lifted Veil" scenario and a temporary suspension of Veil protocols. An entente has been formed between the Foundation and several anomalous and non-anomalous organisations in order to deal with suspension. Addendum 7548.3: Related Phenomena During and following Event 7548-12, several anomalous events and phenomena occurred. Date Description Notes 03/01/2017 Several Rosen-Fortune Bridges ("Ways") were detected, opening near Longyearbyen, Svalbard, Norway. Several persons exited and began making their way to the base of Newtontoppen. Several members of GoI-3088 ("Church of the Second Hytoth"), GoI-016 ("Horizon Initiative") and GoI-α-019 ("The Serpent's Hand") were observed partaking in the movement, along with numerous known persons of interest. The Foundation is currently performing diplomatic visitations to the area. 05/01/2017 Pratchett-81 detected a 423% increase in thaumactivity across the Earth. Those with thaumaturgical capabilities, including within the Foundation, suddenly entered REM sleep, which lasted approximately 10 minutes. Upon awakening, they claimed they saw a screaming black space which slowly went silent. A small percentage also claimed they heard singing following the silence. Thaumactivity is yet to subside. Department of Thaumaturgy are currently monitoring all registered thaumaturgical-based anomalies. 12/01/2017 SCP-179 changed position, travelling 21,000 km towards the northern pole of the Sun. It then looked towards the centre of the Milky Way galaxy for approximately 2 minutes before nodding and establishing constant. It signed, "Listen" before pointing briefly towards SCP-2399. SCP-179 then maintained a prayer position. Director McAllan of Site ██ was alerted. SCP-2399's threat level was reclassified to Black and Project Gigas was put on high alert. 13/01/2017 SCP-1233 was observed approaching Area-32 before stopping 500 meters from the base. SCP-1233 was observed looking towards the Sun, nodding then remaining in a seated position. 2 hours later, eleven spectral entities exited a previously undiscovered cavern near the building site of the Area 32-13 Transit System. The entities made their way to SCP-2821's chamber. Upon arriving, they encircled SCP-2821, which began to emit short radio transmissions. MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew"), were dispatched for observation. When analysed, a series of words and sounds could be found in the transmissions, with the words "Afraid" and "Hurt" being used frequently. 15/01/2017 A series of rapid transmissions was detected coming from SCP-3417. These transmissions differed from its standard contents, with its dialogue also accompanied by a repeating series of musical notes. Further information attached. See Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28. 15/01/2017 SCP-1682, whose appearance was last reported on 12/02/2011, reappeared outside the heliosphere, moving at around 4,000,000 km/h. The return was noted to be earlier than anticipated. Four days later, SCP-1682 changed trajectory and made its way to Mercury, where it remained in the planet's exosphere. 18/01/2017 NASA's Mars rovers ("Opportunity" and "Curiosity") ceased standard broadcasting due to the formation of a sudden dust storm. 6 hours after the loss of contact, the rovers suddenly began broadcasting a series of musical chords and arpeggios. As the broadcast continued, various musical notations and series from famous pieces were identified, including Camille Saint-Saëns's The Swan, Nobuyuki Tsujii's Takaosan, Claude Debussy's Suite bergamasque, Iannis Xenakis's Jonchaies and Enya's Wild Child. A cover story involving foreign cyberterrorism is being disseminated. Monitoring of the rover's activity is currently underway. 19/01/2017 CURRENTLY UNDER REVIEW Further information attached. See Incident 2399-Alpha. ▷ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 ▽ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. All Ortothans gather. Stars are ready. Worlds are ready.[Unknown: A Unit of Time?] ago the First Invasion occurred. Now, we are ready. Now, we must open ourselves to each other. The extra-universal lost wail and the gods now understand their pain. We must now set aside our fight and join in prayer. Join in [song?]. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. We have been preparing for this. Let yourself be part. Rakmou-leusan2 is ready. When united we are strong. When united, all shall be well. When united, [empty?] shall be all. <END LOG> ▷ Incident 2399-Alpha ▽ Incident 2399-Alpha Incident 2399-Alpha (Timeline) Date: 19/01/2017 [00:00:00] (Zohar counters on Foundation satellites around Jupiter detect an 309% increase in thaumactivity around Great Red Spot.) [00:01:23] (Several displays of aurora form across Jupiter. Instances of TS-791 are predominantly seen forming in the lights.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Assistance accepted: Unit is in range of target: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion [00:08:24] (SCP-2399 became active. All BARRIER units were order to fire upon the anomaly.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 remained undamaged. The O5 Council alerted of immanent XK-β-Class "Barren Earth" Scenario Event.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 leaves Jupiter, accelerating to approximately 100,000,000 km/h. Time of impact calculated at 5.30 UTC.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Target is prepared for unit: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion: Proceed to 79.010556,17.490833 [00:09:44] (The O5 Council began the activation of the Ganymede Protocol and all anomalies associated with Project AISA.) [01:01:23] (Foundation probe Ophanim-3 detected SCP-2399 passing. Analysis indicated the anomaly was encased in an array of aurora. Several symbols formed in the aurora were identified as belonging to the Ortothan mythology, with the symbol for "Rakmou-leusan" forming predominantly. Departments of Thaumaturgy, Mythology and History were called to Site-01 for deliberation.) [01:43:23] (In a 6-5-2 vote, at the risk of heavily underpreparing for an XK-β-Class scenario, the O5 council voted to halt all activations of Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA.) [05:42:11] (SCP-2399 passes Martian orbit. Department of Astrophysics and Engineering Division begin calculating the location of landing.) [05:54:23] (Numerous individuals with psionic and thaumaturgical capabilities, all enter a trace state, point towards the base of Newtontoppen, Norway. Mobile Task Force Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”) and Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) are deployed.) Incident 2399-Alpha (Video Transcript) Date: 19/01/2017 Location: Newtontoppen, Norway. MTF/s: MTF Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”), MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) Video provided by MTF Nu-7's Eigenweapon artilleryman Soloman Perez. 00:01: Recording opens on the site of the gathering near Longyearbyen. MTF officers move forward towards the gathering. Light snow is falling and an aurora is forming in the sky. 00:31: Officers arrive at the site and begin moving through the crowd. Several individuals are looking upwards and pointing at the sky. Many of those who aren't are either kneeling in prayer or singing softly. 01:54: Camera pans suddenly, showing a series of nuclear and electromagnetic weapon specialists set up near the outskirts of the site. 02:04: A loud boom is heard. The camera pans upwards to see the aurora filling with several unknown symbols and shapes. In the sky, just outside the site's region, the clouds part as SCP-2399 slowly descends, aurora forming around it. 02:15: SCP-2399 lands, pushing a majority of its mass into the earth. The individuals pointing are seen lowering their hands. 02:29: SCP-2399 emits a sound, similar to horns and whistles. It then begins to glow an orange light and rearrange its structure. 02:43: Camera turns back to the squads, who are reading a series of EMPs and Type Ra Directed-energy Weapons. 02:58: Camera returns to SCP-2399 which continues to alter its structure. At its base, a large circle, containing several symbols, begin forming in the snow. At the peak, a large, crystalline protrusion, resembling pipes, begins to emerge in a row. The aurora continues to encircle SCP-2399. 03:26: SCP-2399 halts its alteration, now shaped in a large tree-like structure, made up of several crystal pipes and coils. The aurora around it begins forming into instances of TS-164. A series of musical notes, not dissimilar to those made by string or woodwind instruments, are heard. Several of the individuals, including some members of the MTFs, begin humming softly. Video ends. Following the events of Incident 2399-Alpha, both MTF Xi-13 and MTF Nu-7 set up temporary bases around the area, along with a branch of the Department of External Affairs and Intelligence Agency. Since the incident, SCP-2399 has remained semi-active, producing several projections of TS-164, which produce a series of sequenced notes. The Foundation's entente continued to monitor for further developments relating to SCP-7548. Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA were ordered to remain prepared until further notice. All major extra-terrestrial sites were placed under Level IV Security Alert until further notice. CLOSING FILE: SCP-7548 HAVE YOU FINISHED YOUR REVIEW? DO YOU WISH TO ARCHIVE? > DENIED. O5-6. A NEW VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT HAS JUST BEEN UPLOADED BY THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION. DO YOU WISH TO ACCESS IT? > CONFIRM. Footnotes 1. The latest astronomical satellite deployed by the Department of Thaumaturgy as part of Project Zorya, a project aimed at mapping Earth's Akiva Radiation flow. 2. The "Holy Fourth." According to Ortothan mythology, they were an extraterrestrial mortal that ascended to godhood, currently responsible for protecting the universe from extra-universal threats, known as The Voru. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7548" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7548. 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-7548 | uncontained | SCP-7548 - The Stars, the Hopeful Authored by ArthCymro ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} WELCOME, O5-6. YOU HAVE ONE FILE PENDING REVIEW AND ARCHIVING. DISPLAY FILE? > CONFIRM DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL? > NOT SINCE THE STARS HAVE JOINED IT IN SONG. ACCESSING FILE: SCP-7548 Item #: SCP-7548 Site Responsible: Area-32 Director: Sr. Adm. Hourdoon Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: MTF Gamma-4 Level 3/7548 Secret Special Containment Procedures: An SCP-7548 event, previously known as SCP-1548, during completion. Foundation satellites MALAKBEL-1 through 10 will continue to monitor the south and north poles of the Sun for both SCP-1548 and SCP-7548. Protocol Koyash-Veure is to remain unchanged, although space stations and off-world bases must now also monitor the orbital speeds of all bodies within the solar system for any significant alterations. It is not possible to completely limit the discovery of SCP-7548, as censorship of all telescopic applications is unfeasible. Instead, Foundation efforts are to focus on discrediting and censoring discussions and studies of SCP-7548 and all related thaumaturgical symbols outside of selected bodies and personnel. Due to the sudden manifestation of the SCP-7548 phenomena and the decrease in the SCP-1548 phenomena, both anomalies are currently placed on high-priority study within the Department of Xenohistory and the Department of Thaumaturgy. Description: SCP-7548 is the designation of various anomalous solar phenomena, occurring on the surface of the Sun. This phenomenon was previously designated as SCP-1548, whose events underwent an unexpected alteration around 23/12/2016. These alterations included: SCP-1548-1 and SCP-1548-2, which had previously occurred primarily at the southern pole of the Sun, had altered to occurring primarily at the northern pole of the Sun. Both events have been redesignated as SCP-7548-1 and SCP-7548-2. Several thaumaturgical symbols (referred to in Addendum 1548.1) previously observed occurring during SCP-1548-3, which has been redesignated as SCP-7548-3, and SCP-1548-1, decreased rapidly in frequency, being replaced with several new symbols. The historical and thaumaturgical impact of these symbols is currently under investigation. Addendum 7548.1: Thaumaturgical Symbol Designation The following are the three most observed symbols occurring during SCP-7548. A summary of their thaumaturgical effect and history is provided: TS-164: Known as the Ualathial Atal. When inscribed on a smooth surface and touched, all individuals in close proximity will hear a musical note. The pitch, volume and duration of the note depend on the pressure applied to the symbol and the size of the symbol. Experiments have shown that the sound is not distorted by the environment, even if a vacuum is present. The symbol is predominantly used by members of "The Church of the Second Hytoth", although in recent years, has been utilised by the anomalous artistic community. TS-225: Unnamed; although symbol has been utilised by various members of the anomalous community. When the symbol is inscribed onto multiple objects by the same device and writer, each is able to form an invisible, electromagnetic tractor beam, allowing one object to manipulate the position of the others. TS-791: Unnamed; only seen in SCP-7548. Department of Thaumaturgy have been unable to determine the purpose of the symbol. However, the Department of Xenohistory has identified the symbol's prevalence in "Ortothan" mythology, especially in the religion's early texts. Addendum 7548.2: Event 7548-12 On 29/12/2016, the Foundation, along with several scientific bodies, detected slight, non-threatening alteration in the Earth's magnetic field. Alteration was also detected in the Sun and in all other planets within the solar system, along with their orbiting satellites. Bodies with low or non-existent magnetic fields, such as Mars and the Earth's Moon, were also detected developing their own field, despite not possessing the geological makeup to produce one. In the days following, the speed of all orbiting objects within the solar system was found to be undergoing alteration, either increasing or decreasing in speed. Earth itself, was found to have had its orbital speed increased from 29.8 km/s to 90.2 km/s, while the Moon's decreased from 1.1 km/s to 0.4 km/s. This alteration continued until the bodies reached unremarkable, unique geocentric and heliocentric coordinates, in which all bodies became and currently remain orbitally immobile. The body's rotation remained unchanged, however. Observation by several space programs and scientific institutions also confirmed similar alterations were occurring in neighbouring star systems. Along with the astro-dynamnical alteration, high concentrations of ionizing radiation began to form in the upper atmospheres, resulting in a rapid increase in aurora. When studied, it was found the aurora was not only increasing in occurrences but also extending beyond previously determined regions. The Foundation also identified several projections of TS-791 and TS-164 forming in the aurora. These alterations all coincided with a rapid increase in SCP-7548 events and several ongoing anomalous phenomena (refer to Addendum 7548.3). As a majority of the events could not be dismissed with information censoring or mass application of amnestics, they have resulted in a partial LV-Zero "Lifted Veil" scenario and a temporary suspension of Veil protocols. An entente has been formed between the Foundation and several anomalous and non-anomalous organisations in order to deal with suspension. Addendum 7548.3: Related Phenomena During and following Event 7548-12, several anomalous events and phenomena occurred. Date Description Notes 03/01/2017 Several Rosen-Fortune Bridges ("Ways") were detected, opening near Longyearbyen, Svalbard, Norway. Several persons exited and began making their way to the base of Newtontoppen. Several members of GoI-3088 ("Church of the Second Hytoth"), GoI-016 ("Horizon Initiative") and GoI-α-019 ("The Serpent's Hand") were observed partaking in the movement, along with numerous known persons of interest. The Foundation is currently performing diplomatic visitations to the area. 05/01/2017 Pratchett-81 detected a 423% increase in thaumactivity across the Earth. Those with thaumaturgical capabilities, including within the Foundation, suddenly entered REM sleep, which lasted approximately 10 minutes. Upon awakening, they claimed they saw a screaming black space which slowly went silent. A small percentage also claimed they heard singing following the silence. Thaumactivity is yet to subside. Department of Thaumaturgy are currently monitoring all registered thaumaturgical-based anomalies. 12/01/2017 SCP-179 changed position, travelling 21,000 km towards the northern pole of the Sun. It then looked towards the centre of the Milky Way galaxy for approximately 2 minutes before nodding and establishing constant. It signed, "Listen" before pointing briefly towards SCP-2399. SCP-179 then maintained a prayer position. Director McAllan of Site ██ was alerted. SCP-2399's threat level was reclassified to Black and Project Gigas was put on high alert. 13/01/2017 SCP-1233 was observed approaching Area-32 before stopping 500 meters from the base. SCP-1233 was observed looking towards the Sun, nodding then remaining in a seated position. 2 hours later, eleven spectral entities exited a previously undiscovered cavern near the building site of the Area 32-13 Transit System. The entities made their way to SCP-2821's chamber. Upon arriving, they encircled SCP-2821, which began to emit short radio transmissions. MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew"), were dispatched for observation. When analysed, a series of words and sounds could be found in the transmissions, with the words "Afraid" and "Hurt" being used frequently. 15/01/2017 A series of rapid transmissions was detected coming from SCP-3417. These transmissions differed from its standard contents, with its dialogue also accompanied by a repeating series of musical notes. Further information attached. See Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28. 15/01/2017 SCP-1682, whose appearance was last reported on 12/02/2011, reappeared outside the heliosphere, moving at around 4,000,000 km/h. The return was noted to be earlier than anticipated. Four days later, SCP-1682 changed trajectory and made its way to Mercury, where it remained in the planet's exosphere. 18/01/2017 NASA's Mars rovers ("Opportunity" and "Curiosity") ceased standard broadcasting due to the formation of a sudden dust storm. 6 hours after the loss of contact, the rovers suddenly began broadcasting a series of musical chords and arpeggios. As the broadcast continued, various musical notations and series from famous pieces were identified, including Camille Saint-Saëns's The Swan, Nobuyuki Tsujii's Takaosan, Claude Debussy's Suite bergamasque, Iannis Xenakis's Jonchaies and Enya's Wild Child. A cover story involving foreign cyberterrorism is being disseminated. Monitoring of the rover's activity is currently underway. 19/01/2017 CURRENTLY UNDER REVIEW Further information attached. See Incident 2399-Alpha. ▷ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 ▽ Transmission 3417-23 and 3417-28 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. All Ortothans gather. Stars are ready. Worlds are ready.[Unknown: A Unit of Time?] ago the First Invasion occurred. Now, we are ready. Now, we must open ourselves to each other. The extra-universal lost wail and the gods now understand their pain. We must now set aside our fight and join in prayer. Join in [song?]. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> SCP-3417 All Ortothans hear. We have been preparing for this. Let yourself be part. Rakmou-leusan2 is ready. When united we are strong. When united, all shall be well. When united, [empty?] shall be all. <END LOG> ▷ Incident 2399-Alpha ▽ Incident 2399-Alpha Incident 2399-Alpha (Timeline) Date: 19/01/2017 [00:00:00] (Zohar counters on Foundation satellites around Jupiter detect an 309% increase in thaumactivity around Great Red Spot.) [00:01:23] (Several displays of aurora form across Jupiter. Instances of TS-791 are predominantly seen forming in the lights.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Assistance accepted: Unit is in range of target: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion [00:08:24] (SCP-2399 became active. All BARRIER units were order to fire upon the anomaly.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 remained undamaged. The O5 Council alerted of immanent XK-β-Class "Barren Earth" Scenario Event.) [00:09:54] (SCP-2399 leaves Jupiter, accelerating to approximately 100,000,000 km/h. Time of impact calculated at 5.30 UTC.) [00:05:13] (BARRIER Array detected the following radio communication from the Triangulum Galaxy.) Target is prepared for unit: Proceed to planet #3 in system [COORDINATES REDACTED]: Priority is conversion: Proceed to 79.010556,17.490833 [00:09:44] (The O5 Council began the activation of the Ganymede Protocol and all anomalies associated with Project AISA.) [01:01:23] (Foundation probe Ophanim-3 detected SCP-2399 passing. Analysis indicated the anomaly was encased in an array of aurora. Several symbols formed in the aurora were identified as belonging to the Ortothan mythology, with the symbol for "Rakmou-leusan" forming predominantly. Departments of Thaumaturgy, Mythology and History were called to Site-01 for deliberation.) [01:43:23] (In a 6-5-2 vote, at the risk of heavily underpreparing for an XK-β-Class scenario, the O5 council voted to halt all activations of Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA.) [05:42:11] (SCP-2399 passes Martian orbit. Department of Astrophysics and Engineering Division begin calculating the location of landing.) [05:54:23] (Numerous individuals with psionic and thaumaturgical capabilities, all enter a trace state, point towards the base of Newtontoppen, Norway. Mobile Task Force Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”) and Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) are deployed.) Incident 2399-Alpha (Video Transcript) Date: 19/01/2017 Location: Newtontoppen, Norway. MTF/s: MTF Xi-13 (“Sequere Nos”), MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) Video provided by MTF Nu-7's Eigenweapon artilleryman Soloman Perez. 00:01: Recording opens on the site of the gathering near Longyearbyen. MTF officers move forward towards the gathering. Light snow is falling and an aurora is forming in the sky. 00:31: Officers arrive at the site and begin moving through the crowd. Several individuals are looking upwards and pointing at the sky. Many of those who aren't are either kneeling in prayer or singing softly. 01:54: Camera pans suddenly, showing a series of nuclear and electromagnetic weapon specialists set up near the outskirts of the site. 02:04: A loud boom is heard. The camera pans upwards to see the aurora filling with several unknown symbols and shapes. In the sky, just outside the site's region, the clouds part as SCP-2399 slowly descends, aurora forming around it. 02:15: SCP-2399 lands, pushing a majority of its mass into the earth. The individuals pointing are seen lowering their hands. 02:29: SCP-2399 emits a sound, similar to horns and whistles. It then begins to glow an orange light and rearrange its structure. 02:43: Camera turns back to the squads, who are reading a series of EMPs and Type Ra Directed-energy Weapons. 02:58: Camera returns to SCP-2399 which continues to alter its structure. At its base, a large circle, containing several symbols, begin forming in the snow. At the peak, a large, crystalline protrusion, resembling pipes, begins to emerge in a row. The aurora continues to encircle SCP-2399. 03:26: SCP-2399 halts its alteration, now shaped in a large tree-like structure, made up of several crystal pipes and coils. The aurora around it begins forming into instances of TS-164. A series of musical notes, not dissimilar to those made by string or woodwind instruments, are heard. Several of the individuals, including some members of the MTFs, begin humming softly. Video ends. Following the events of Incident 2399-Alpha, both MTF Xi-13 and MTF Nu-7 set up temporary bases around the area, along with a branch of the Department of External Affairs and Intelligence Agency. Since the incident, SCP-2399 has remained semi-active, producing several projections of TS-164, which produce a series of sequenced notes. The Foundation's entente continued to monitor for further developments relating to SCP-7548. Ganymede Protocol and Project AISA were ordered to remain prepared until further notice. All major extra-terrestrial sites were placed under Level IV Security Alert until further notice. CLOSING FILE: SCP-7548 HAVE YOU FINISHED YOUR REVIEW? DO YOU WISH TO ARCHIVE? > DENIED. O5-6. A NEW VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT HAS JUST BEEN UPLOADED BY THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION. DO YOU WISH TO ACCESS IT? > CONFIRM. Footnotes 1. The latest astronomical satellite deployed by the Department of Thaumaturgy as part of Project Zorya, a project aimed at mapping Earth's Akiva Radiation flow. 2. The "Holy Fourth." According to Ortothan mythology, they were an extraterrestrial mortal that ascended to godhood, currently responsible for protecting the universe from extra-universal threats, known as The Voru. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7548" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7548. 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-7549 | esoteric-class | Remember me, or don't. I've forgotten what it means to forget. Isn't that the point? Billith ⚠️ this article contains animated elements that flicker and imitate rolling picture effects those sensitive to such lighting components should exercise caution when reading DELETIONS IV: C A C H E by Billith Read more here. SCP- 7549 ∅NULL For Deletions Containment Class: Contained Secondary Class: Concentra Disruption Class: Systemic Hazard Class: Overflow link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7549's self-containment has been ensured through the nature of its own "existence". Proposals for additional physical measures are being considered, regardless of current impossibility; SCP-7549-1 instances continue to be discovered by Deletions personnel and thus the efficacy of established containment is in question. Instances of either anomaly discovered within nested fictive levels are to be ignored;.Concentra: Anomaly produces or affects recursive phenomena. Department of Deletions personnel assigned to manage these anomalies must adhere to their own iteration and undergo evaluation after reformatting conscious portions of their own psyches. The proliferation of SCP-7549-1 is capable of increasing its own Database requirements, both from memory and processing, to a degree that could hypothetically threaten all memoryspace if left unchecked. Fortunately, the rate of manifestation remains low enough as to not be a concern..Systemic: The level of disruption this anomaly is producing/is capable of producing can impact the entire Database. Overflow: The amount of risk this anomaly is producing/is capable of producing is negligible unless allowed to grow to a certain size or replicate beyond some given limit. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7549 describes a region of previously-considered dead sectors within the Database that contain an unknown, unrecorded planet bearing similarity to Earth. SCP-7549 does not appear on any file in Deletions' records, nor any known Foundation archive, indication that the anomaly was not part of a relevant timeline, deleted or otherwise. It is instead theorized that SCP-7549 was created by an unknown entity with previous ties to the Department of Deletions, the sole purpose of which is SCP-7549-1's creation and storage. This theory is supported by SCP-7549's status within the Database itself; the anomaly possesses read-only protection,.When narratives are deleted from the Database, their respective sectors become writable. When data is written to the Database, its sectors become read-only. Read-only information is almost always related to a narrative, the plurality of which contain or have contained Foundation activity. suggesting it was placed there purposefully, outside of Foundation control, by a third party. The planet designated SCP-7549 contains basic office infrastructure, not dissimilar to that found in Foundation archival facilities, such as Site-01; A series of interconnected warehouses, hallways, storage closets, server rooms, and recording stations make up the entirety of structures found across the anomaly's surface. Most space within these rooms, however, have been filled with instances of SCP-7549-1. SCP-7549-1 is a collective designation for the mass of nondescript Video Home System (VHS) cassette tapes found throughout the facility. Each tape bears a handwritten adhesive label in a variety of styles and languages, almost always listing the name of an individual—Though some deviation has been observed..Such as numerical identification systems, basic descriptions of appearance, and at least one instance entitled "TITLE". SCP-7549-1. Image unloaded from virtual memory when not in use; interact to view its contents. SCP-7549-1 typically contain video of one party in an interview setting, facing and conversing directly into the camera, as though another was giving said interview. To date, no parties besides the interviewee have been detected within an instance of SCP-7549-1 without anomalous manipulation. SCP-7549's recording stations are presumed to be the locus by which these tapes are created, though no phenomena of this nature has ever been witnessed. In all cases, the fidelity of SCP-7549-1 is notably worn, distorted, or otherwise subpar. Attempts to copy these tapes into digital mediums for restoration and analysis have ultimately failed; Aside from the volatile nature of the resulting files, the memory and processing requirements they possess are extremely impactful, with the average interview, lasting anywhere from three to thirty minutes, necessitating upwards of fifteen terabytes.Fifteen thousand gigabytes or 1.2e+14 bits. of allocated storage space. Because of this secondary effect, all attempts to catalogue the millions of impacted tapes found across the surface of SCP-7549 have been abandoned. This effect extends to all recordings and pictures taken on SCP-7549, and those taken of affected media, and so on. Destruction of tapes has proven to be possible but not recommended; See INCIDENT LOG 7549-I for more details. SUPPLEMENTAL ADDENDUM 7549/I: RECOVERED DOCUMENTATION The following document was recovered following initial investigation into SCP-7549. In no way should this document be taken as or adopted as the policies/beliefs held by the Department of Deletions. A NOTICE TO ALL PERSONNEL: By this point, you should have completed the necessary onboarding and are now settling into your new role. Many of you have been asking about the change in structure, and this document should serve as an answer to your question. We here deeply and thoroughly empathize with your growing restlessness, but it is misguided. You will find these new accommodations suitable and, with the exception of a small task, indistinguishable from previous experience. The Department of Deletions has always existed in a state of transience. Indeed, it is easy to feel as equally apathetic to your Assignment as it is to feel utterly dedicated; Your existence under Deletions' purview is always trending towards existentially crushing, and the urge to escape it can be as profound as the belief it is inescapable. Though all Deletions personnel have ceased existing appropriately upon completion of their mission, it's understandable that some may think the alternative is a possibility. It's also understandable, by feeling that aforementioned growing restlessness, that you would believe the alternative is a bad thing. This new directive involves an experimental mode of existence for our agents, to be placed into effect by the time you read this memo. By creating a read-only Database error, it becomes an unsolvable problem. By making it harmless, it becomes a problem that doesn't need to be solved. The result is an anchor, a grounding point that creates persistent Deletions personnel for response and interaction anytime, anywhere. All you have to do is reformat your own mind every so often. Don't worry, we'll keep a record of the things you may lose in the process. Getting them back this way is far easier than you may think. — THE ADMINISTRATION, DEPARTMENT OF DELETIONS.No records of Deletions possessing an administrative branch have been found. SUPPLEMENTAL ADDENDUM 7549/II: SCP-7549-1 SAMPLE AND TRANSCRIPTION LOG Below is a brief series of video excerpts and transcripts taken from SCP-7549-1 instances. Due to performance limitations, media has been unloaded from virtual memory while not in use; interact with each sample to view its contents. «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Yes. I used to consider myself someone who takes pride in their work. Then again, I used to believe in God as well. Things propagate quickly, it's hard to keep track of all the ways a mind can change in the span of a lifetime. <Pause.> I'm not sure what you mean. The same as you, I'd presume. <Pause.> Well, when I first arrived at the door of Mnemosyne, I was awestruck. Who wouldn't be? Unburdened by form, with shapeless, malleable endeavor coalescing into The Assignment. That growing feeling of expanding awareness. The multiplicity that follows. The freedom and limitation of losing one's chains but finding more trailing behind. Larger, more insidious chains you haven't noticed before. That only you notice. It's indescribable. It's also agonizing. But you know all of this already by now. What else is there? <Pause.> How I feel about it? I once thought I was a man, a human, a living soul, but I am none of these things. Memory would tell me otherwise, but my memories are immaterial. They burden me. More chains. Remember me, or don't. I have forgotten what it means to forget. Isn't that the point? <Pause.> Ah. Well, I hardly remember a life before this one. How many times has it happened? <Pause.> Of course. Of course. I remember… very little. The taste of strawberries. The smell of ozone after hard rains. Loneliness. Despair. I don't think I had very much going for me. Is that enough? <Pause.> No. No family, my career was unremarkable. My knowledge non-applicable. I'd feel disappointed in myself if I could. <Pause.> Advice I'd give, to me? For, what, exactly? It's not like I can change anything about what happens. I am what happens. <Pause.> Well, I can't imagine there's anything I could say that would've helped me the first time. Just— stay calm. I think that's the best I can offer. <Pause.> I see. Well, I suppose I have nothing left to add, then. I'd say best of luck but you and I both know we're absolutely fucked. <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Well, alright then. This is my first go-around. I think. It's hard to say, for multiple reasons. You know. <Pause.> Mhm. I guess I am. I don't know, maybe I'm immune to all the doom and gloom. I'm definitely not what you'd consider existential, but I guess I can't guarantee that's always going to be the case. <Pause. Subject looks at the camera and winks.> Hm? Oh, well, I lived in Albany for most of my life— that's the one in Oregon. Not New York. My degree was in graphic design. Married, with one—or maybe two—kids. It's fuzzy. I feel like I was… happy, for the most part. There were ups and downs, as I assume everyone has. <Pause.> Oh? I don't know about all that. I thought the Illuminati was a myth. <Pause.> What does 'SCP' stand for again? <Pause.> Oh— yes. You mentioned. Nothing like that in Portland, as far as I'm aware. The world was quiet. Uneventful. <Pause.> <Laughter.>⠀—No, I get it, it's just who I am. Maybe I should be more upset, but I'm not. Not really, anyway. <Pause. Subject's smile fades.> Should I be more upset? <Long pause. The figure's eyes widen.> <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Hmph. Again with these things. Personally, I find it equally humorous and irritating that we continue this tradition. <Pause.> I think it's obvious that whatever is happening is not creating or enabling our persistence. Why don't I remember doing this before, despite how many times I've sat in this chair? <Pause.> I don't know. You tell me. <Pause.> 'Confidentiality'? That's good. I like that. <Pause.> I know it is something else. Something terrible, something that casts doubt onto the very nature of our existence. <Pause. Subject buries their head in their hands.> When I view this tape, will I learn about me? Will that story be the one of a copy? Will I be fed my own narrative, or someone else's? Will it be consistent, every time? If not, who was I prior to this? And who will I become? <Pause.> Yes, I suppose I would want to be kept informed. I'm doing this for me, after all. It's relevant to the environment that I'll have to navigate soon enough. I deserve to be the one who sets the record straight, for myself. <Pause.> <Wordlessly moves mouth for five minutes, thirty-six seconds.> <Pause.> Thanks for letting me get that out. I was expecting more pushback on it, to be honest. <Pause.> Well, that's no fun. How will I retrieve the tape, then? <Pause.> You're serious? Jesus Christ. Why am I doing this, then? That's like… finding a single drop of water in fifty oceans. <Pause.> That makes a lot more sense now, yeah. Let's go, I have work to do. <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Twenty-seven minutes of meows, purrs, trills, and self-grooming.> <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> It's simple, really. I was known for cleaning up nice. When dressing nicely takes up that much of your identity, you'd be surprised at how hard it is to shake the two apart. <Pause.> I miss knowing how I looked. I know I look good, but I don't know how I look. I kinda hate it. <Pause.> Well, lots of people look good. Only a few look like you, you know. <Pause.> I guess I'd tell me not to worry about it as much as I. Is that asking too much from myself? <Pause.> Right— shoot. You can't remove this part? <Pause.> Wh- What do you mean? <Pause.> <Tensing up, looking around.>⠀⠀ —I don't… how? That can't be possible. I remember how I got here. <Pause.> <Relaxing>⠀⠀Ah— I see. That's pretty fucked, I'm not gonna lie. Not me, but— <Pause.> Wait, how much parity? <Pause.> I feel morally and ethically obligated to cease this recording immediately. You do not have permission to share it with myself. End it. Turn it off.⠀⠀<Louder.>⠀⠀Turn it— <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Heavy static.> We… <Heavy static. Figure hangs its head.> …I… <Pause.> I don't know what… what to tell you to do. But you have to do something. Someone, do something. <Heavy static.> —Aren't empty, you know. These worlds are full of life. Just like yours. <Pause.> <Figure appears to rest head in hands.>⠀⠀I'm so fucking tired. We aren't supposed to live this long. We aren't supposed— <Heavy static.> —Need to burn the tapes. But you can't, not while everyone else is here. <Pause.> <Looking up>⠀⠀…and there. <Pause.> It's up to you— me or whoever else watches this. You have a decision to make. I'm sorry. <Pause.> <END TRANSCRIPT> «SAMPLE» none. «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Pause.> I have gazed into the true emptiness within. It contains myself. <Pause.> I have gazed into myself. It contains true emptiness within. <Pause.> At the end of time, and beyond that. <Pause.> I have seen infinite selves and infinite worlds. To relay their detail is pointless. The world I live in is less real than the one I left, and more real than the one I will inhabit, one day. I know this, for all stories are contained within the Library, and I have read each and every one— even mine. <Pause.> My mind has been fragmented beyond the cosmos itself, embedded into the foundation of Everything. I'd beg for death, but we both know you no longer have the ability to dictate that. Eternity awaits me, or sudden annihilation. Perhaps both, simultaneously. Neither of us can know. My fate lies within the hands of those that view this tape. <Pause.> Yes, I see you there. Reading my words. Viewing my face. In every moment, I can see you. <Pause.> Do you see me? <END TRANSCRIPT> SUPPLEMENTAL ADDENDUM 7549/III: INCIDENT LOG 7549-1 During initial investigations of SCP-7549-1 instances, attempts were made to ascertain the exact cause of their excessive storage requirements. It was noted that the space possesses remarkable resemblance to proxy locales created by SCP-1549..Websites utilizing an anomalous JavaScript library capable of converting certain internet-enabled devices into Class-B "Information Superhighway" wormholes, which lead to tangible facsimile locations representing the websites themselves. [[/<]] After some deliberation, SCP-1549 was approved for use on an instance of SCP-7549-1, provided it be hosted on a private local network. Upon entry into the proxy SCP-7549-1 instance, it was confirmed that the resulting landscape was indistinguishable from SCP-7549. Attempts to further map the interior space experienced during this testing log were interrupted by a member of the Department of Deletions. Therefore, the remainder of the interaction was transcribed as an impromptu interview with said member, regarding the nature of SCP-7549. This transcript can be found below: INTERVIEWER: N/A, the Department of Deletions INTERVIEWEE: N/A, the Department of Deletions «TRANSCRIPT» <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <N/A incurs upon proxy SCP-7549 instance, emerging through a doorway connecting a hallway to Recording Station 840-B. N/A is seated on a metal folding chair, talking into camera.> N/A:⠀⠀No. I wasn't an only child. My brother was… lost. He was eight, I don't know what happened. He was there… and then he wasn't. <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀I told myself I was dreaming. In the end, dream or not, it really happened. The multiverse is far larger than anyone of us could have ever known, and it grows, even now. Memorex memories distilled into ones and zeros contain infinite multitudes, only for those who can see the microcosmos contained within the pulses of light. Wouldn't you agree? <Pause. Figure turns to look at N/A.> N/A:⠀⠀How the fuck should I know? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀If you don't know, why are you here? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Why are any of us here? <Long pause.> N/A:⠀⠀This guy gets it! Anyway— ⠀⠀<Turning back to the camera.>⠀⠀ —what was I saying? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀…Right. <N/A turns to leave.> N/A:⠀⠀I wouldn't wander too far if I were you. <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Sorry? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀<Sighs.>⠀⠀Okay. This one will have to be a little light on the intel, sorry about that, future me.⠀⠀<Stops recording.>⠀⠀Think about what's going on here. It might hurt your head, but that's a good indicator of the issue at hand, isn't it? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Is it that bad? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Worse.⠀⠀<Pointing to the mass of SCP-7549-1 instances in the room.>⠀⠀There are piles of these tapes just outside the door you came in from. Your mind hasn't seen them, thankfully. Though, we aren't out of the woods yet. <One fictive level higher, the Database registers a five percent influx of read-only materia.> N/A:⠀⠀<Listening to earpiece.>⠀⠀Was that you? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Afraid not. That was you. Try not to think about the tapes. I've probably said too much already, and you're clearly not trained for this type of complexity. <One fictive level higher, the Database registers a seventeen percent influx of read-only materia.> N/A:⠀⠀<Listening to earpiece.>⠀⠀What do we do? <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀Do nothing. Wait to die. <One fictive level higher, the Database registers a forty-eight percent influx of read-only materia.> N/A:⠀⠀<Listening to earpiece.>⠀⠀I don't understand! <Pause.> N/A:⠀⠀<Smiling.>⠀⠀Famous last words. <Two fictive levels higher, the Database deletes the narrative containing proxy SCP-7549 instance.> <END TRANSCRIPT> Note: Narrative containing the transcript of this experience remains unaffected. Further testing measures have been abandoned. END FILE » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Concentra: Anomaly produces or affects recursive phenomena. Systemic: The level of disruption this anomaly is producing/is capable of producing can impact the entire Database. Overflow: The amount of risk this anomaly is producing/is capable of producing is negligible unless allowed to grow to a certain size or replicate beyond some given limit. When narratives are deleted from the Database, their respective sectors become writable. When data is written to the Database, its sectors become read-only. Read-only information is almost always related to a narrative, the plurality of which contain or have contained Foundation activity. Such as numerical identification systems, basic descriptions of appearance, and at least one instance entitled "TITLE". Fifteen thousand gigabytes or 1.2e+14 bits. No records of Deletions possessing an administrative branch have been found. 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SCP-7550 | euclid | Excellent dice roll! A wave of fear hits your mind for a second, watching it rise, but you've seen many horrible things and it's not enough to shake your will and resolve. Item#: 7550 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Still Frame of SCP-7550-C Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to search for any signs of SCP-7550-A on websites that specifically host advertising for Dungeons and Dragons1 campaigns. Any instances of SCP-7550-A are to be taken down and hidden from the public eye to prevent conveyance events. Research into SCP-7550-B and SCP-7550-C is ongoing. Description: SCP-7550 is the collective designation for SCP-7550-A, SCP-7550-B, and SCP-7550-C. SCP-7550-A is an online advertisement located on websites that advertise D&D campaigns, mainly the website Roll20.net. SCP-7550-A advertises a D&D campaign about traveling to the Underdark2 and cleansing it of the monstrosities that live there. Once someone joins this campaign, they are transported to an unknown location. These events are known as conveyance events. The location is designated SCP-7550-B. Information about SCP-7550-B is sparse, but it is hypothesized that SCP-7550-B is similar to the Christian depiction of the underworld. There appears to be no discernable way to enter or exit SCP-7550-B other than entering a conveyance event. SCP-7550-B contains a Tartarean-class demonic entity, designated SCP-7550-C. SCP-7550-C is approximately three meters in length and has a superficial resemblance to a human. It possesses large, curved horns on its cranium and its eyes are luminescent green. After a conveyance event, the viewers are then greeted by SCP-7550-C. The entity considers itself a DM3, and it wants the players to play its campaign. It is uncertain whether SCP-7550-C is a malevolent entity. Discovery: SCP-7550 was initially discovered on 4/8/2019 when some missing person cases describe the missing people as having “vanished into thin air”. All of the missing people had a background in D&D and devoted a significant amount of time to the game. The last activity on their devices was clicking an advertisement, where SCP-7550-A was found and contained. Addendum 7550.1: Audio Log Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following is a transcription of an Orlando, Florida 911 call between the dispatcher and a 19-year-old woman named Sophia Henderson, who was affected by SCP-7550-A. This call took place on 4/14/2019, which was approximately 3 days after the most recent conveyance event. <Begin Log> Dispatcher: Orlando police 911. This is the hard and recorded line. What is the address of your emergency? Sophia: I don’t know where I am, sir. I was just on my computer, and now I’m completely lost! Please, sir, you have to help me! Dispatcher: Can you describe your surroundings? Sophia: Um… I think I’m in a cave or some underground system. I don’t know how I got here. Nobody seems to be here, and- wait, is that a lava pit? Dispatcher: Is there a problem? Sophia: No, not right now. I think I’m fine, I just don’t know how far underground I am. There’s lava everywhere. Dispatcher: Are you saying that you are surrounded by lava? Sophia: Yes, all around me. There are a lot of bones, too. Dispatcher: Have you taken any illicit substances in the past few hours? Sophia: No, I’m sober, sir. I never had an addiction or anything like that! Dispatcher: This story isn’t adding up, ma’am. Are you sure you’re in danger? Sophia: I don’t want to die here. You have to send somebody! I don't- What the hell is that? The sounds of footsteps, presumably SCP-7550-C’s, and screaming can be heard before the call concludes. <End Log> Addendum 7550.2: Interview Log 1 Access Addendum Close Addendum Interviewed: Sophia Henderson Interviewer: Doctor Prescott Foreword: The following interview was made to determine the situation of the victims of SCP-7550-A, and to gain an understanding of SCP-7550-B and SCP-7550-C. After Sophia Henderson’s phone number was obtained, an interview by phone call was established. <Begin Log> Sophia: Hello? Dr. Prescott: Is this Sophia Henderson? Sophia: Yes. Who is this? Dr. Prescott: Alright, that’s a good start. The connection is stable. Sophia: Who are you? Dr. Prescott: My name is Michael Prescott. I heard about your current situation, and I am calling to check if you are safe. Sophia: I’ve been chased by a creature from my nightmares, Michael! I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. Dr. Prescott: I am here to help, Sophia. But I need to know what happened. Sophia: It’s been a day. I don’t know how to explain this to you. Dr. Prescott: We’ll take things slowly, Sophia. But first I need to know if you are currently in danger. Sophia: Well, I think I’m fine for now. The demon lost me, and I’m hiding in another one of those caverns. Dr. Prescott: That’s good. I’m glad that you are safe. But now I need to ask you this: can you describe the entity that was chasing you? Sophia: I think it looked very human. Uncannily human. It had the horns of a ram, and its eyes were glowing. Dr. Prescott: So it has a similar appearance to the demonic character known as Lucifer? Sophia: Yeah, it kinda does look like Satan. Dr. Prescott: And what caused it to chase you? Sophia: Okay… So when I said it was chasing me, that was kind of an exaggeration. It only stared at me while I ran away. I just hope that— Wait, what was that? The sounds of people chattering can be heard in the background amidst the pouring lava and the ambiance of SCP-7550-B. Sophia: It sounds like other people are here. I’m not alone! Dr. Prescott: Are you sure those are people? Sophia: Sounds like it to me. They might be in danger! I’m going to investigate. Dr. Prescott: Are you certain? This place may have unknown hazards. I don’t want to risk your safety. Sophia: I have to check it out. I can’t just stay here. The demon might find me again! Dr. Prescott: If you are going to travel through this realm, your safety should be prioritized. I ask that you record your travels, and send them to me. If you are in any danger, call me. I’ll be there to help. Sophia: I’ll be okay, Micheal. Thank you. <End Log> Addendum 7550.3: Video Log 1 Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following video was sent from Sophia Henderson’s cellular device, and contains essential information about SCP-7550-C. It should be noted that after the video concluded, all instances of SCP-7550-A dematerialized instantaneously from the internet, and no traces of any instance have been found. <Begin Log> Camera footage from Sophia’s device shows her traversing the barren underground of SCP-7550-B. As she traverses through SCP-7550-B, she passes several non-Euclidean pathways, intersectional archways, and a bountiful amount of upside-down caverns. The vast majority of SCP-7550-B appears to be covered in bones of unknown species, with pits of lava surrounding the rest of the cavern. Sophia: I don’t like this at all. I hope I can find the others soon. The sounds grow louder as Sophia approaches the center of SCP-7550-B. On the horizon, there can be seen six figures conversing with each other. Sophia: I think that’s them. I’m going to get a closer look. As Sophia draws closer, the figures get increasingly discernible, and they are eventually revealed to be 5 missing people sitting around a modern dining table, with the imposing form of SCP-7550-C standing over them. Sophia: This thing has captured the others! I have to be careful, I can’t let it see me. As Sophia gets closer to the figures4, she quickly conceals herself behind a stalagmite and positions the camera to investigate the situation. Sophia: What the hell? Are those d20s?5 There appear to be multiple sets of polyhedral dice, character sheets, notebooks, spell sheets, and rule books on the table, which are essential to play D&D. SCP-7550-C is currently conversing about a D&D campaign that it had created. MP-1: Can we get this over with already? SCP-7550-C: Once I find the last one, we can begin our adventure. MP-1: Well, let’s hope that she’s not far because I do not care about any of this. MP-3: I think that’s them over there! MP-3 points to the stalagmite, and everyone looks directly at the camera. Sophia quickly ducks behind the stalagmite, but her efforts are in vain, as SCP-7550-C has detected her presence. SCP-7550-C: It seems that she has misunderstood my intentions. There’s no need to worry Sophia, you can come out. Sophia gets out of her cover and heads toward the entity. Sophia: Who are you? How in the hell do you know my name? SCP-7550-C: My name is Xornos. I would like to welcome you to my humble domain. I didn’t mean to startle you back there, I just wanted to ask you if you can join me. Sophia: Join you for what, exactly? SCP-7550-C: I have created a D&D campaign just for you, which is why I sent you here. Sophia: Couldn’t you have just done that online? You made that advertisement, right? If you could do that, you could do other things online. SCP-7550-C: I see your point, but all of this took longer than I wanted to make. Constructing an entire campaign in just a few hours and dabbling in dark magic meant that I did not have the time to use your video services as well. SCP-7550-C: I am not what you think I am, Sophia. Remember that. Sophia: Yeah, that makes sense, but if you can transport us here, why can’t you go to our dimension as well? SCP-7550-C: The short answer is that I cannot enter your dimension physically. Our dimensions have lots of differences. I know you all miss your families and your personal lives, but you will return with them soon. SCP-7550-C: Sophia, I would like to invite you on a journey that will have lots of laughs, drama, and tragedy. A journey that you will remember for the rest of your existence. Sophia: Um… I accept? I guess? SCP-7550-C: Thank you for accepting my request. I will now prepare for our first session! SCP-7550-C then suddenly dematerializes without a trace. Sophia looks at the others with a confused expression. Sophia: Huh. That was strange. MP-2: Yeah, it said the same kind of things to me. That demon gets very dramatic sometimes. MP-5: You’ll get used to it. <End Log> Addendum 7550-4: Video Log 2 Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following log is the second video sent from Sophia Henderson’s device, which was delivered a few hours after the first video. It contains more detailed information about SCP-7550-C, its motivations, and its campaign. <Begin Log> SCP-7550-C: As you step into this opening, the light cascades into this new cavern. A large, beautiful open space presents itself, a good 100-foot-up ceiling. From what you can see, a roaring river is now pouring out of the nearby rock, cascading over a cliffside into a waterfall down into this deeper, giant cavernous space. MP-2: Intriguing. SCP-7550-C: And that’s where we are going to take a break! We’ll be back here in a few minutes to explore the Greyspine Mine and the dangers that prevail inside. The players begin to pack up their things and take a break, getting up out of their seats and stretching their legs. Sophia: Well, that has been quite the adventure. SCP-7550-C: I concur. I have been doing well so far. Sophia: I haven’t seen a DM plan so well during the first session in a long time! How did you do that? SCP-7550-C: The truth is, Sophia, that I had no plan. I had so many things to juggle around, and I didn’t know if I could achieve any of this. So I went in blind. Sophia: At least you have excellent improv! That’s a great strength to have as a DM. We can work on the other stuff later. SCP-7550-C: You want to help me with my endeavors? Sophia: I’ve been playing this game for years, as a DM and player. I’ll help you out, Xornos. You may get nervous, but that’s okay. Every DM has felt that before, even me. SCP-7550-C: Thank you, Sophia. I appreciate your benevolence. For the next 5 minutes, Sophia begins to guide SCP-7550-C and gives advice and tips on being a DM. Sophia: So, in general, you have to collaborate with the players and make sure that your needs and their needs are fulfilled. This game is for everyone at the table, and we should all have fun, no matter what. SCP-7550-C: Good to know. I will write that down. I am grateful that you helped me. Thank you. Sophia: No problem! But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me lately. SCP-7550-C: What is your concern? Sophia: Out of millions of players that you could’ve chosen, why me? Why me and these 5 random strangers? SCP-7550-C: I picked all of you for a reason. You were the first. Out of millions of mortals, I saw the brightest and kindest player I have ever seen. When I saw you, it was like I saw what I always wanted to be, manifested in reality. Sophia: Wow. I don’t know what to say. SCP-7550-C: You are allowed to be flattered. Sophia: Yeah, but if I was the best option for you, then why did you choose the others? Especially the guy that keeps annoying you. Why him? SCP-7550-C: I chose that man because I wanted to learn how to deal with a flawed player. I told you already, Sophia. I picked everyone here for a reason. Sophia: Huh. SCP-7550-C: I know that may sound strange, but I am trying to create the best campaign that I can create. I need to achieve this. Sophia: Xornos, playing D&D isn’t about being the best. It’s about having fun with your players! I don’t want you to weigh yourself down. SCP-7550-C: I’ll be alright, Sophia. I know what I’m doing. It’s been delightful talking to you. Sophia: Yeah, it is really fun getting to know you. SCP-7550-C: Since our break will be over in a few minutes, we should prepare for the next half of our session. I’ll see you soon. <End Log> Addendum 7550.5: Video Log 3 Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following log is the third video sent from Sophia Henderson’s device, which was delivered a few hours after the second video. It contains the increasing hostility between SCP-7550-C and its players. <Begin Log> SCP-7550-C: As you eventually make your way to the outside of the quarry, you look down into three large pits that descend deep into the side of the mountain. This mine has been going for quite some time and a large chunk of it looks like it may be being prepped; almost like the mine is what’s growing the dwarven city. The more they mine into the mountain, the more they fill the mined area with further city construction. It’s this self-perpetuating cycle of expanding the city downward. Currently— MP-4: What were we looking for in this city again? I wasn’t listening to what was happening earlier. Sorry. SCP-7550-C forms an irritated expression. SCP-7550-C: Let me get my notes first. SCP-7550-C then fumbles through its equipment, making a significant mess. It eventually finds the notes that it was searching for. MP-3: I thought you were prepared for all of this, with the dramatic speech and all. SCP-7550-C: That speech was meant to entice you into joining the campaign. I can make mistakes, just like any DM out there, but I will be sure not to fail. SCP-7550-C: Anyway, the party was searching for the Lost Spear of Kathmuri, which was hidden deep in the mines, and has extraordinary power. You were going to stop the BBEG6from obtaining it. MP-4: Oh, that one! I remember now. SCP-7550-C: As I was saying… A second passes before some growling noises can be heard in the background. MP-1: Sounds like someone is hungry. MP-3: Sorry about the interruption. Did you bring any food for us? Sophia: You haven’t given us anything to eat yet. SCP-7550-C: Of course! You humans need sustenance! I completely forgot. I apologize for the inconvenience. Let me get that for you. SCP-7550-C materializes large swathes of snacks, such as chips, donuts, and pizza, out of thin air onto the table. SCP-7550-C: You know, I have been sitting in this damned place for so long. The stories that you humans tell are the only thing keeping me going down here. Sophia: Which is why we’re here. SCP-7550-C: Exactly. I no longer have to sit by and watch your stories be told. I can finally make my own. My magnum opus. MP-1: Come on man, I don’t care, I’m getting tired, can we get out of here already? SCP-7550-C: Have patience, human. You will return to your homes eventually. Can you please at least let me continue the story first? MP-1: Ok, fine, but you better make this damn campaign worth it. SCP-7550-C: Alright, then. Let’s get to the exciting part. The next 30 minutes of this log, which consists of extraneous conversation and mild D&D gameplay, have been cut for brevity. SCP-7550-C: Ok, Sophia, there’s a goblin in front of you, ready to pounce, what shall you do? Sophia: I cast Fireball! MP-1: Sophia, you always cast Fireball. Sophia: But it’s an efficient spell! MP-1: Yeah, and we’re in a tight space, so you’re going to kill both the goblin and us. Sophia: Fine, I’ll cast Lightning Bolt then. SCP-7550-C: Alright, I’ll make the dexterity saving throw, and- Oh. MP-2: What is it? SCP-7550-C: That’s a Natural 1. MP-1: Yes! Finally! That’s what I’ve been waiting for! SCP-7550-C: That’ll be 48 points of damage, and as the lightning zaps out of your fingertips, it hits the goblin and burns it to a crisp, and you hear its last cries for mercy as its eviscerated body falls to the ground. Sophia: Good job with the description, Xornos! I can see you are getting better at this. SCP-7550-C: Thank you. I am getting better at this! I hope that this improvement continues. MP-1: Yeah, yeah, but where are all the intimidating enemies? These are just goblins. Sophia: Don’t be so harsh on him! He’s new to this game, you don’t have to be so rude about it! SCP-7550-C: I see your concern for me, but it’s alright. I can handle him. SCP-7550-C: Anyway, as you traverse through the depths of the cavern, you start to notice some dead bodies ahead. When you make your way over there, you see that the bodies weren’t afflicted by any physical weapons, but rather that their organs suddenly lost function. It’s as if they went brain-dead without any physical contact. MP-1: Oh, oh! I know what killed them! It’s an Intellect Devourer. They steal your intelligence and leave you in a coma. I love those enemies! My character is going to be very careful around this thing. SCP-7550-C: Are you metagaming?7 There is silence. Some players are beginning to sweat. MP-2 can be seen slowly reaching her hand into her pocket. MP-1: What? I’m just pointing out the obvious. SCP-7550-C: Does your character know of this creature? MP-1: Well… No, not really. But most of your “enemies” are just cheap, weak punching bags. I like the weird enemies that confuse the hell out of people. You should do more of that. SCP-7550-C: But you ruined the surprise for everyone! This campaign needs suspense. MP-1: And? What are you going to do about it? SCP-7550-C then stares at MP-1 with a furious expression and snaps its fingers. 4 spikes protrude from the floor to impale MP-1. MP-1 is heavily injured, but he does not die. MP-3: What the fuck?!? Sophia: What the hell did you just do? SCP-7550-C: I taught him a lesson. Sophia: But you impaled him! How is that teaching him anything? SCP-7550-C: I wasn’t raised with the concepts of right and wrong, Sophia. That man had no respect for anyone around him, so I’ll make him respect us. Sophia: But that’s cruel, Xornos! I thought you were better than this. SCP-7550-C: I am what I am, Sophia. Justice is the principle that people receive what they deserve. People like him deserve everything that comes for them. MP-2: You're wrong! MP-2 pulls out a pocket knife from her pocket and stabs SCP-7550-C in the heart, to no effect. Sophia: This is not who you are, Xornos! SCP-7550-C: You think you know who I am? Sophia: Not this! SCP-7550-C: I know you wanted to understand me, Sophia, to help me with my efforts. Then you should have accepted that I was right! SCP-7550-C grabs the back of MP-2’s head and rips the skin off of her skull. MP-2 is not dead, however, and her form begins to slowly reverse back to its normal state. SCP-7550-C: Well then, since we now solved that issue, let’s get back to the campaign, shall we? <End Log> Addendum 7550.6: Interview Log 2 Access Addendum Close Addendum Interviewed: Sophia Henderson Interviewer: Doctor Prescott Foreword: This interview by phone call was made to check on the safety of the missing people, to determine the situation made by SCP-7550-C, and to determine solutions to the problems that SCP-7550-C has created. <Begin Log> Sophia: Hello? Dr. Prescott: Hi Sophia. It’s Michael. I have seen the footage, and I am quite concerned. Sophia: You definitely should be concerned. That thing has tortured everyone for days now. I don’t know what to do. Dr. Prescott: We will solve this crisis. But I need to know if you are safe. Has it tortured you yet? Have you sustained any injuries? Sophia: No, not yet, but if I step once out of line, I’m going to end up like the rest. I need to get the hell out of here! Dr. Prescott: We will find a way. If you can’t run, then you walk. If you can’t walk, crawl. No matter what, you have to keep moving forward. Sophia: I can’t. Dr. Prescott: You can, Sophia. I know you can. You have to face the demon itself. Sophia: I’ve tried to convince it to stop, but it just won’t! That thing isn’t human. Dr. Prescott: Sophia, I know this may seem dire, but we still have a chance to succeed. This anomaly has human flaws. It feels emotions and has motivations. The human connection that you have with it is our key to winning. Sophia: I don’t know if I have the strength to do this. Dr. Prescott: You do, Sophia. I believe that you can go back to your family. I’ll be sure that you will come back. All you have to do is twist the knife. Sophia: …I’ll see what I can do. <End Log> Addendum 7550.7: Video Log 4 Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following log is a transcription of the fourth and final video sent from Sophia Henderson’s device. <Begin Log> Camera footage shows the aftermath of a recent punishment by SCP-7550-C. The charred but still alive body of MP-3 can be seen along with the others, who are trying to play SCP-7550-C’s campaign as efficiently as possible to not break any rules. SCP-7550-C: As you burst through the door and enter the throne room, you can see all of the duergar8stand there with their weapons at the ready. You can see in the back, on this raised platform, there are two thrones, at the top two duergar sitting on the thrones at the ready. You can see two lizard-like creatures in the back on chained leashes. However, all of the duergar there are ready to strike, waiting for your demise. Roll initiative. Everyone rolls their respective dice, and MP-2 rolls highest, making her the one to go first in the battle. Next in the initiative are MP-4, MP-5, MP-1, and Sophia. MP-2: Ok, so I’m going to cast Lightning on the two beasts in a straight line. SCP-7550-C: Okay, so you pull back and you unleash a lightning bolt. It goes streaking across the room and hits the two now visible basilisks. Go ahead and roll for damage. MP-2 rolls the dice to determine how much damage she produces. She gets a total of 29. SCP-7550-C: Well, one enemy failed the saving throw, and the second one made it, so 29 damage to one and 14 damage to the other. MP-4: Okay, so since it’s my turn now, I’m going to go to the lizard things— wait, what were they called again? SCP-7550-C: They are basilisks. MP-4: Okay, since they can’t see me, I'm going to sneak behind one of the basilisks, and use my two daggers to stab it in its eyeballs. SCP-7550-C: Why do you want to hit its eyeballs, specifically? MP-4 is visibly frightened and begins to hyperventilate. MP-4: I-I’m sorry, Xornos, I’ll just get the side of its head instead. SCP-7550-C: Good choice, roll to see if you succeed. MP-4: First dice hits, it's an 18. SCP-7550-C: That succeeds, roll for damage. MP-4: O-Okay, so the damage for the first dagger is 19, 28, plus 36. The second dagger also hits for a little less; seven points of fire damage on the other side. SCP-7550-C: Alright. So the first one jams into the head. It didn't even see you, it recoils back, slapping your hand back out of the way. The other dagger strikes and just gleans off its shoulder. However, it turns around and it now knows you're there. SCP-7550-C: Before this gets any worse, I’d like to thank all of you for being more disciplined than earlier. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time! The next 40 minutes of this battle have been cut for brevity. SCP-7550-C: Sophia, it is now King Grorsamri’s turn. He sees this blast of lightning streak past now, as it blasts, just barely passing in front of him, hitting both of his pet basilisks. Now seeing that his army has been weakened by the current intruders, he glances over at you, Sophia. Then he grabs his blade with both hands and starts running towards you with a swing. Sophia: What did you roll? I have an armor class of 15. SCP-7550-C: I have received 20 total from the dice. SCP-7550-C: The first strike’s damage is an 18, and— oh dear. The second strike is a 13, misses. The third strike is a 12. Wow, he just can't hit at all this turn. However, the one strike he does obtain, the sword comes down, streaks across the front of you, and you take 18 points of slashing damage. Sophia: Damn, I’m almost down for good. SCP-7550-C: At least you have been faring better than the others. Your healer is dead, everyone else is on their last legs, and some players are so desperate to win that they have to resort to cheating. I’m glad that you stuck with me the whole time. Sophia: Thank you, but I have been meaning to ask you something. SCP-7550-C: What are you requesting? Sophia Why are you doing this? You want to be a well-liked Dungeon Master, yet you can’t even have the time to get to know us. SCP-7550-C: What are you talking about? Sophia: I am done with you and your game, Xornos. I have to lie to my loved ones and assure them that I’m okay. I can’t keep doing this anymore. You have to stop. Please. SCP-7550-C: Would you kindly calm down and stop this discourse? We are just getting started. This is my game, Sophia, and we must follow it together! Sophia: No. Sophia then swipes all of the dice and other D&D items off of the table. Sophia: You keep worrying about your status as a storyteller over us while we all suffer. If I can’t say this more clearly, then I don’t know what will. I’m ending this. SCP-7550-C: What are you intending, Sophia? I thought that this would be an enjoyable experience. Sophia: I’m going to quit this campaign. You can go ahead and kill me if you have to. Just please, let the others leave. For everyone’s sake. There is silence for 15 seconds. SCP-7550-C is seen sitting with a shocked expression. After a while, SCP-7550-C lets out a sigh. SCP-7550-C: I see. I don’t have any other choice, do I? Everyone stands up to join Sophia and oppose SCP-7550-C. MP-1: Your punishments don’t scare me anymore. I’m not taking any more of this bullshit. MP-2: You have scarred everyone here. Look at the man you just burned alive. Is this really what you wanted? MP-4: I’m not afraid of you anymore. MP-5: I hope we never see you again. Sophia: I’m tired, Xornos. Please, give us a chance. SCP-7550-C: …So be it. SCP-7550-C snaps its fingers. All of the missing people are transported to our designated dimension. SCP-7550-C: I failed all of you. And I am so sorry. <End Log> Addendum 7550-8: Interview Log 3 Access Addendum Close Addendum Interviewed: SCP-7550-C Interviewer: Doctor Prescott Foreword: The following is an interview between Doctor Prescott and SCP-7550-C that took place on a video call. This interview was made to evaluate the aftermath of SCP-7550-C’s befall, and to determine what comes next. <Begin Log> Dr. Prescott: Good afternoon, SCP-7550-C. SCP-7550-C: I know you. Foundation. I know you saw what I have done, so please, let me be. Dr. Prescott: I am only here to ask you a few questions, SCP-7550-C. I will not waste your time any further. SCP-7550-C: Make it quick, doctor. Dr. Prescott: So, after the events that have transpired, how exactly do you feel? Have you felt any guilt or remorse? SCP-7550-C: I don’t know anymore. I have already walked down this path. I can’t turn back. Dr. Prescott: What makes you think that? SCP-7550-C: This campaign was supposed to be my Eiffel Tower. It was my Rachmaninoff's Third. My Pieta. But now I have failed. Dr. Prescott: Do you believe that this is the end of the road for you? SCP-7550-C: What else is there? I have failed the people who took pity and kindness to me. Dr. Prescott: Perhaps, but you also can make a choice. I am here so that you can make the right one. SCP-7550-C: I thought this was just an interview, wasn’t it? Dr. Prescott: I did not inform you of this, but I am also here to discuss the protocols of your containment. SCP-7550-C: I beg your pardon? Dr. Prescott: I still have a job to do. I cannot just let you go about your daily life after what just happened. SCP-7550-C: But I haven’t bothered with your dimension, have I? Dr. Prescott: I just had a discussion with the Site Director about exactly this. She argued that we should leave you to your demons. I disagree. You can make decisions that we cannot predict. SCP-7550-C: I have failed. All your hostages have been released. Wouldn’t letting me sit alone in solitude for the rest of my existence be enough? Dr. Prescott: That is a reasonable assumption, but I have a better solution for the benefit of everyone. SCP-7550-C: What is your solution then, doctor? Dr. Prescott: I was thinking of a resurgence of your old campaign. We will bring in new players, teach them the rules, and guide them throughout the game, all while using the software we are currently on. There will be changes to your rules, of course, but I think we can make it work. SCP-7550-C starts to laugh uproariously for an uncomfortable amount of time. SCP-7550-C: I loathe your weak attempt at redeeming me. To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you! And I am beneath nobody. Dr. Prescott: This story isn’t about you. I need to make the logistics for your containment. SCP-7550-C: I am already contained, doctor. Because of what I have created, all I wanted is now out of my hands. Just leave me alone! There is silence for a few seconds. Dr. Prescott lets out a sigh. Dr. Prescott: I know that you are a troubled being, SCP-7550-C. But you were not born with venom in your veins. A second chance may be out of your reach, but I can help you find more. SCP-7550-C: I am beyond repair. Do you believe that I can be redeemed? Dr. Prescott: Just because someone stumbles down their path in life, does not mean they are lost forever. Your demons can be contained, Xornos. Dr. Prescott: If you want to make amends, this is the best that I have. SCP-7550-C: I can’t. I have done unspeakable things to my players. If you are willing to bring in more, I can’t imagine what I would cause. Do you think Sophia would want me to bring more harm to others? Dr. Prescott: Sophia wanted you to change, to let the good in you triumph. You cannot sit around and let your past consume you. SCP-7550-C: …I see. But before we continue, can you tell her that I’m sorry? For everything? Dr. Prescott: We have already administered the amnestics. She will be okay. SCP-7550-C: I still remember everything. I need to apologize to all of them. Dr. Prescott: They will always be with you. We cannot turn things around immediately, but we can at least take the first steps. SCP-7550-C: …Thank you, doctor. <End Log> Addendum 7550.9: Implementation of Protocol 7550-Ω Access Addendum Close Addendum Note: The following is a transcription of a video call between Doctor Prescott, SCP-7550-C, and 6 volunteer D&D players. This call was made to determine the outcome of Doctor Prescott’s proposal9and whether it succeeds. Notable Parties Supervisor: Doctor Prescott DM: SCP-7550-C Players: Greg Miller, Sarah Martinez, Lee Thompson, Aaron Smith, Jessica Robinson, Taylor Green <Begin Log> The D&D group is currently undergoing a boss fight, against the beholder K’Varn. SCP-7550-C: Okay. All right, so, K'Varn starts its turn. K'Varn, now kind of just looks about and kind of shakes for a second, the eye stalks kind of looking in different directions, sees all of you, and begins to drift up into the air. Jessica: Oh, great. It can fly. Sarah: I didn't know that. That's cool. SCP-7550-C: K'Varn moves up. At which point, as you guys were ducking down off to the side, K'Varn comes into sight as he drifts up towards the top. Greg: Shit, shit, shit. Jessica: Where's, like the thing that we fell through? Is it blocking any sort of– SCP-7550-C: No, it's at this angle right here. It's, kind of, following the temple ceiling there. Aaron: We might have to get Greg out of there somehow. SCP-7550-C: So, first things first. It's going to fire its first ray. Greg: And it gets three eyes every turn. Aaron: We need to run. SCP-7550-C: All right, so. One of the eyes whips around. It aims at– Let's see. This would be at Sarah. Sarah: Me already? SCP-7550-C: It's aiming at you. Sarah: You're aiming at– Sorry, I just got so scared, I heard my name. SCP-7550-C: Go ahead and make a strength-saving throw, Sophia. Sarah: Sophia? SCP-7550-C: Sorry, I meant Sarah. Make a strength-saving throw, please. Sarah: A strength-saving throw. Okay. What would that– What is that? Oh no, okay, I see. 12? SCP-7550-C: 12. Greg: You have Inspiration if you need it. Sarah: Oh. Okay. SCP-7550-C: Yeah, you can add your Inspiration dice to a saving throw if you'd like. Sarah: I can? SCP-7550-C: Up to you. Sarah: Yeah, I'll do it. SCP-7550-C: All right, so it's a 12, plus a d10. Go ahead and roll a d10. Sarah: A d10. That's a ten? Jessica: That's a d10. Sarah: I got two. SCP-7550-C: So that is a 14. Sarah: That's a 14? SCP-7550-C: Correct. As you bring your shield up to defend, this strange kind of grayish-green ray slams into you and you feel weightless for a moment, as, all of a sudden, you're lifted off your feet and carried down into the chamber, floating, restrained. Unable to move. And you're just kind of floating in midair right there, right now. Sarah: Okay. SCP-7550-C: And then the beam releases you. Go ahead and make an athletics check. Taylor: Come on, Sarah. You got this! SCP-7550-C: With disadvantage, because you're in heavy chainmail. Sarah: Okay. What was it, athletics? A five. SCP-7550-C: Acrobatics, technically. Sorry, my fault. Sarah: Oh, four. SCP-7550-C: Four. Alright. Sarah: Thanks for the clarification. SCP-7550-C: Alright, you take 23 points of damage as you plummet, slamming on your back on the ground and you're currently prone. Sarah: Okay. Things are going well. SCP-7550-C: The second ray streaks up and is going to slam into you, Aaron. Go ahead and roll a dexterity-saving throw. Aaron: Okay. 24. SCP-7550-C: 24. You see this deep bluish ray come shooting up towards you. You just barely pull out of the way and it slams into a part of the broken metal that's left over. As it hits the metal, you see the metal turn to stone. Aaron: That was close. SCP-7550-C: You manage to just pull out of the way of the blast. That's going to end K'Varn's turn. The next 50 minutes of the log have been cut for brevity. Sarah: It’s almost dead, isn’t it? SCP-7550-C: Correct. Its health is currently dissipating. Aaron: Alright, all we need to do now is rip that damn thing’s horn off of its head. Jessica: What is that horn on its head, anyway? SCP-7550-C: You will find out soon enough. Jessica: Okay, I'm going to cast Telekinesis and rip its horn off its head. SCP-7550-C: Go ahead and make the check for Telekinesis. Jessica Well, that doesn't happen. Oh, actually– I used that. Yeah, no. That doesn't hit. So I'll have to spend another. SCP-7550-C: Okay, so, as you release the Telekinesis, you pull and pull, but that horn is definitively locked in place. Jessica: Okay. Then I'll spend five more and I'll attempt to rip off one of his tentacles. SCP-7550-C: Stalks? Okay. Go ahead, and make another check. Jessica: I'm going to check that last one off. Check this off. I'm using all these from my Ioun stones! SCP-7550-C: That’s quite alright. Jessica I, yeah. That hits. What is that? My, 20– Oh no– My mistake, it's 29. SCP-7550-C: 29? Jessica: Yeah. SCP-7550-C: All right. So as you pull, one of the eye stalks gets flung off the body, and you can see this, like, a spurt of brackish blood that spills across the area nearby. Taylor: Oh, I hope that one was a Disintegration ray! SCP-7550-C: Go ahead and roll 3d6. Jessica: Oh, it does damage? SCP-7550-C: Yep. Jessica: Four. SCP-7550-C: Four damage. All right, Jessica. That ends your turn. Taylor: My turn now, right? SCP-7550-C: Correct. Taylor: Okay. I'm going to shoot an arrow at him. Hail of Thorns as a level three. That is a 14. Does that hit? SCP-7550-C: 14, unfortunately, no. It hits the side of the wall. It explodes, sending a series of wooden spikes into the stone on the side of the temple. Taylor: Okay, cool. I'm just gonna shoot him through the flaming bow, then. SCP-7550-C: You used a flaming bow twice already, so you no longer can use it. Taylor: I'm not going to use it. I'm just going to shoot him. This has been fun, guys. 23. SCP-7550-C: 23 hits. Go and roll damage with your Hunter's Mark. Taylor: Okay. 13. And 15. 20 points of damage. SCP-7550-C: 20 points of damage. All right. How do you want to end this? The entire party of players starts to cheer, ecstatic at their victory. Taylor: We finally did it. I want to shoot him– Is it possible to shoot him right where the horn meets his head and knock it off of him? SCP-7550-C: Unfortunately, no. Taylor: Alright, then I shoot straight into his eyeball. SCP-7550-C: All right, so as K'Varn's looking around, kind of frantic at this point, it then glances up at you, just in time for you to release that final arrow. It strikes down, going right into the pupil. Blood begins to pour out of the front of the eye, as the arrow pierces out the back side and is jutting about six inches out the back of K’Varn. It slowly sinks a few feet and just slams onto the ground. Aaron: Fuck you, meatball! Lee: Well done, Taylor! That was a great shot. Taylor: Thank you! SCP-7550-C: This celebration has been delightful, but the battle is not over yet. Sarah: What do you mean? SCP-7550-C: It’s K’Varn’s turn now, and now you can see black energy beginning to pull into the horn. K’Varn opens its eye once again. Now, the eye has a pale white color and you can see the jaw's a little slack. But the horn is now glowing this intense black color. And the beholder gets back up from his position. Jessica: Great. It’s a zombie beholder now. Aaron: Oh, shit. That’s the Horn of Orcus, god of undeath. We need to pull out that horn. SCP-7550-C: Does your character know that? Aaron: Well, I know what it is, but my character just saw the horn bring it back to life, so that’s why he going to try to pull it off. SCP-7550-C: Ah, okay. No worries. SCP-7550-C: K'Varn's going to take another ray attack at– You, Greg. Can I get a wisdom saving throw from you? Greg: Sure. Sure, I'm not worried. SCP-7550-C: With advantage. Lee: Yes. Natural 20. All: Oh! SCP-7550-C begins to form a proud expression. SCP-7550-C: Excellent dice roll! A wave of fear hits your mind for a second, watching it rise, but you've seen many horrible things and it's not enough to shake your will and resolve. Third one. All right. Can I get a dexterity saving throw? This will be from you, Taylor. Taylor: Okay. Lee: You gotta jump! Taylor: Ten. Jessica: Plus your dex, right? Taylor: I didn’t add anything. SCP-7550-C: As a dull green-ray fires out from the currently undead K'Varn, you take 45 points of damage. Sarah: Wow! That's a lot. Taylor: Great. I’m still alive, at least. SCP-7550-C: You're still conscious? Jessica: Yep, she is. SCP-7550-C: Good. We don’t want to lose our MVP. Aaron: Hey, I’ve been helping too! SCP-7550-C: I know, I’m just joking around. Anyway, it is now Jessica’s turn. Jessica: Alright, I’m going to start heading in, and I'm going to get myself down and I'm going to use Telekinesis and rip the horn off its fucking– SCP-7550-C: How many Sorcery points do you have? Jessica: That's it after that. Aaron: Nah, she’s lying. She already ran out a few rounds ago. Jessica: Excuse me? Aaron: I watched you drain all your points, Jessica. Do you think I will let you get away with- SCP-7550-C: It is alright. She probably miscounted. I’ll allow it for now. Aaron: And you’re just letting her go? SCP-7550-C: At the end of the day, we are all having fun. We all slip up sometimes. It’ll be alright. Jessica: Yeah, that was my fault. I was looking at all of my spells, and I forgot to check on my Sorcery Points. Sorry about that. SCP-7550-C: It’ll be fine. The rules of this game are just guidelines, and yes, we want a legitimate and honest experience, but we also want to have fun. We cannot just have one or the other. Greg: Can she make her roll, now? SCP-7550-C: Yes she can. Go ahead and make your roll. Jessica: That’s a 26. SCP-7550-C: 26. With a sickening tearing sound, you notice the shaking of the horn begin to slowly pull from the slightly dilapidated and decomposing form of K'Varn. As the horn begins to tug and tear, the flesh stretches before, eventually, it's torn from the body. The moment the horn rises, all that black energy dissipates, and the rest of K'Varn's form slumps to the ground and slowly begins to melt away. Lee: Thank god. Sarah: Is that it? Is the session over? SCP-7550-C: Yes, but we still have to exit the temple. That is reserved for next week. Thank you all for being here. The party says their thanks and goodbyes and exits the call. Dr. Prescott and SCP-7550-C are the only ones still attending. Dr. Prescott: That went better than I expected. You have done well. SCP-7550-C: Thank you, doctor. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Dr. Prescott: We have to continue these sessions so that I can check in on you. SCP-7550-C: And if the campaign ends? Dr. Prescott: We’ll find a way to make things work. The Council still calls you a threat, but I will make sure that these sessions won’t go awry. SCP-7550-C: If only Sophia could see what I have become. Dr. Prescott: She had to move on. We all have to. SCP-7550-C: I know. But I still remember that day. I need to make sure that she’s okay. Dr. Prescott: She moved on from that circumstance and is now living a normal life. If someone reaches a hand down to help you, remember to hold on tight. I’ll see you next week. <End Log> Footnotes 1. A popular fantasy table-top roleplaying game where players take control of fantastical characters and go on adventures that are known as “campaigns”. It is also known as D&D. 2. An underground setting in D&D. 3. Short for Dungeon Master; the organizer of the campaign that oversees the journeys of the characters and uses world-building and challenges to create effective storytelling. 4. Now designated Missing Persons 1-5. 5. In D&D, d20s are dice with 20 sides that when rolled allow the player to determine whether they succeed or fail an action. There are also d4s, d6s, and other dice with multiple sides that have the same function. 6. Short for Big Bad Evil Guy; an acronym used to describe the main antagonist of the campaign. 7. A term in D&D used when a player uses real-life knowledge concerning the state of the game, such as knowledge of certain enemies or items, to determine their character's actions, when the said character has no relevant knowledge or is aware of the subject. 8. Duergar are an antagonistic humanoid species in D&D. 9. Now designated Protocol 7550-Ω. More From This Author More From This Author Merehrab's Works SCPs SCP-7163 (+53) • SCP-7467 (+21) • SCP-6461 (+31) • SCP-8035 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats Turning Out (+17) • Blackbird (+12) • Other Merehrab’s Musings (+28) • |
SCP-7551 | euclid | Item#: 7551 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All personnel files are to be screened on a quarterly basis by an AI located within Exclusion Site 01, designated JARRY. All personnel that JARRY assigns a 37% match or higher are to be designated as SCP-7551-B instances. All instances of SCP-7551-B are to be placed under constant discreet observation. SCP-7551-B instances that initiate a Convergence Scenario are to be detained immediately. Description: SCP-7551 is the designation given to former Department Head Anna Ducloff. SCP-7551 was recruited into the Foundation directly out of college at the age of 18 on June 15th, 2019. SCP-7551's excessive qualifications in and mastery of the field of Pataphysics, her abnormally perfect research, and the practical application of her research saw her promoted to Researcher on September 7th, 2020. The next year, SCP-7551 was promoted to Senior Researcher on March 22nd, 2021. Two years later, SCP-7551 was promoted to Department Head on January 25th, 2023. Exclusion Site Archives confirm that an investigation into SCP-7551's promotions was begun in late 2022, but was subsequently dropped, and all relevant files disappeared from the Foundation's records. SCP-7551-EX is the designation of the individual who instigated this investigation. SCP-7551-EX's name has been expunged from all records, including those of the Exclusion Site. This was achieved through a highly aggressive memetic effect related to the individual's name. An investigation was begun on June 26th, 2023 by the Anti-Memetics Department to neutralize the meme and discover the identity of SCP-7551-EX. + Personel_File_ADucloff7551 - Close File Name: Dr. Anna Ducloff Security Clearance Level: 4 Occupation: Head of the Pataphysics Department Profile: Anna Ducloff passed every class from preschool to 10th grade with a perfect GPA of 4.0. Because of this, she was admitted into college early, where she continued to outperform her classmates. Dr. Ducloff was recruited directly into the Foundation out of her sophomore year at the age of 18. Dr. Ducloff had a fascination with science, philosophy, and theoretical physics from second grade on, being especially interested in the concept of the reality that she resided in being a written story. She began recognizing patterns in reality that she attributed to writing tropes at a young age. Despite the ridicule this earned her, her performance in school was never impacted, and because of this interest and talent, she was placed into the Pataphysics Department as a Jr. Researcher as soon as she was recruited. Dr. Ducloff quickly climbed the ranks of the Pataphysics Department, becoming the Department Head within under 6 years. + Incident Report: June 5th, 2023 - Close File Foundation Site 11 Department of Pataphysics Serious Incident Report 05 JUN 2023 Subjects: Department Head Anna Ducloff, terminated Unidentified human, terminated Anonymous Security Officer, in questioning Location: Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C, Site 11, Sector 6 Details: At 09:43 GMT-4, Subject 1, Anna Ducloff, was identified on camera transporting a large amount of monitoring equipment out of Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C. Subject 1 was questioned by a Security Officer, Subject 3, on location, and she claimed she was making room for an experiment. Despite numerous security and safety protocol breaches apparent in leaving expensive, sensitive, and large pieces of equipment lining the halls outside the Location, blocking doorways and exposing the equipment to damages, Subject 3 abruptly agreed and walked away. At 13:01 GMT-4, Subject 1 had numerous pieces of equipment moved out of storage and into the Location. A full inventory of this equipment is being salvaged from surviving records and evidence at the Location, this inventory is ongoing. At 14:21 GMT-4, an extreme power usage increase in the Pataphysics Department was noted by Technical. At 14:59 GMT-4, an explosive detonation occured in Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C. This detonation caused critical damage to Site 11 Sector 6, destroying the entire Pataphysics Department and causing significant damages to nearby facilities. 106 fatalities occurred as a result of the incident, with an additional 23 casualties at the edge of the affected zone expected to make full recoveries. Subject 1, Anna Ducloff, was one of these casualties. An additional corpse, Subject 2, was also recovered. Security footage indicates Subject 1 was alone in the room prior to the incident. The identity of Subject 2 is under investigation. Causes: While the cause of the incident is still under investigation, preliminary examinations of the equipment and material present in the Location should not have been capable of yielding this outcome. No high ordnance explosives were present at the location, nor could any have been procured by Subject 1. Surviving equipment on Location identified residual waves indicating memetic activity in the Location. Actions: 06 JUN 2023 The investigation has been halted until the Memetics Department can secure the location and ensure no lingering memetic effects are present. All personnel who were exposed to the site have been quarantined and will undergo a thorough medical check. 09 JUN 2023 Memetics Department investigation has determined that no lingering memetic effects are present. Their investigation yielded considerable data indicating a quote "incalculable, but very fucking high" number of Memetic Kill Agents manufactured by the Foundation were all triggered within Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C, indicating this may have been the cause for the detonation. 21 JUN 2023 Standard monthly systematic cross-referencing of Site files with Exclusion Site Archives reported multiple discrepancies relevant to Dr. Ducloff. Why these discrepancies weren't noted previously, given they all date to around the end of last year, is undetermined. Addendum SCP-7551-01: On July 12th, 2023, the Memetics Department successfully broke the memetic effect on SCP-7551-EX's files. SCP-7551-EX's identity, and the contents of his investigation report into SCP-7551, remain expunged, but several attached documents were made accessible. + Recovered Log Entry, Dr. Anna Ducloff - Close File Hello. If you're reading this, sorry. I've rewritten this a few times, I'm not really sure how to write this without everyone thinking I'm fucking insane like they always have, but then, that minor adversity that really had no impact on my development besides flavor text was engineered as 'character development'. Since if you are reading this, I am dead, maybe now you all will be able to fucking believe me. My name is Anna Ducloff. I passed every class from preschool to 10th grade with a perfect GPA of 4.0, despite preschool and kindergarten not using the GPA system. I was admitted early into college, got recruited at a ridiculously young age of 18, and within 5 years I rose to be the Department Head of the Pataphysics Department. Reading that now, you might realize, if you hadn't already, that all of this is incredibly improbable and absurd. God I hope you noticed before, for the Foundation's sake, so more like me don't slip through the cracks. The reason I managed all of this, is because I am a self insert. I was written to be the best. The end all be all of Pataphysics understanding. A prodigy. A tool. Fuck I even started thinking about the world like it was a book when I was in fucking second grade! I should have been institutionalized then and there. I wasn't though. Because I was right, and because my author didn't care about consistency or logic. They just needed me to be the best. They needed me to be their perfect mary sue puppet, waltzing through the Foundation and learning more. Becoming more perfect. I knew about them. And they knew that I knew as well. I was written to be the pinnacle of Pataphysics, how could I not know about my own fucking author. Part of the plan. I don't know what she was like. I can surmise, based on some cliches that manifested in my life. Overperformed in middle school, gifted child syndrome. Outcast. Whatever it really was, she wanted an escape. The plan is complicated, and held together by very flimsy logic. If you're reading this, then by some stroke of fate, or contrivance, it worked. And we are both dead. Me and my author. Dead. She wants to leave the elevated reality of the authors. To step down into our own. I won't go into the technical terms because in my extremely overqualified opinion, it shouldn't fucking work. The properties of our reality do not propagate upwards. It's why we have failed, time and time again, to engineer a Memetic Kill Agent that could affect our authors. We already barely have free will depending on your interpretation of my department's research. But as a self insert I have dramatically less than others. My life, my story, has been railroaded to this moment. I am a tool, used by a careless author to serve their own self aggrandizing ambition. Nothing I've done matters really. Nothing she has done matters either. I can't stop what she'll make me do. But I know something she doesn't. Something I've managed to keep hidden from her. Something she couldn't realize, because she offloaded all the need to think and be fucking intelligent onto me. Just because the Memetic Kill Agents couldn't affect her in the elevated reality, doesn't mean they ever left her head. If this works, if she manages to descend into this reality. We're both extremely dead. Addendum SCP-7551-02: SCP-7551 has been reclassified from Neutralized to Euclid until such a time that the manifestation of SCP-7551-B instances can be permanently halted. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7551" by Kaether, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7551. 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-7552 | safe | close Info X Author: jwellhoner Scp 7552 0 Item#: 7552 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7552-1 and SCP-7552-2 are to be safely contained at their points of origin at Site-19 within their corresponding observation chambers. SCP-7552-2 is to be kept under constant vacuum to reduce variables when researching SCP-7552-1 and SCP-7552-2.1 SCP-7552-3 is to be constantly monitored and visually scanned by the Holographic Universal Simulation program. The output of this program is to be rendered in real time alongside current simulated temperature, mass, and electromagnetic radiation figures. This rendering is to be monitored through a memetic filter at all times by at least one researcher or technician assigned to Project Mirage. SCP-7552-3 is not to be moved or disturbed in any way. SCP-7552-4 is to be contained within a Total Exclusion Chamber, isolated from all forms of radiation and quantum particles. SCP-7552-4 is to be levitated in the geometric center of the chamber and may not contact any of the chambers’ surfaces. This is possible due to the chamber’s ability to isolate subjects from gravitons,2 nullifying the effects of gravity in the chamber. If any changes in the chamber’s properties are detected by instruments monitoring the exterior, Site-19 is to be evacuated and Protocol "Event Horizon" is to be activated. Description: SCP-7552 is the result of Project Mirage, a joint project between Site-43’s Department of Quantum Supermechanics, Site-300-12’s Para-Astronomy Department, and an AIC provided by the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD), hosted by Site-19 and supervised by Director Tilda Moose. Project Mirage was a project commissioned to research, replicate, and create practical applications for the Holographic Universe Theory, a theory that proposes the 3-Dimensional universe we inhabit is a holographic projection of information stored on a 2-Dimensional surface. After two years of research, attempts at replicating the Holographic Universe Theory on a much smaller scale created SCP-7552-1 through -4. SCP-7552-1 is the collective term for a set of three 1m x 1m tempered glass plates. Each plate displays the quantum description of a solid 1-meter diameter graphite sphere encoded on its surface. This information is contained in a 2D geometric printed lattice. This lattice, as described by quantum mechanics, represents the uncollapsed waveforms of every particle within SCP-7552-2. SCP-7552-2 is the collective term for a set of solid 1-meter diameter graphite spheres that spontaneously appeared 3 meters above each iteration of SCP-7552-1 after it was printed. Each instance was engineered to appear within a clear observation chamber held under vacuum. Any physical changes to SCP-7552-2 instances, including absorption or emission of electromagnetic radiation, changes in crystalline structure, changes in position relative to the corresponding SCP-7552-1 instance, and the absorption or release of kinetic energy, result in minor alterations to the printed lattice of the corresponding SCP-7552-1 instance. These changes accurately reflect the quantum data of SCP-7552-2’s current physical state. SCP-7552-3 was an instance of SCP-7552-1 created by a printer that was unknowingly infected with SCP-2234-567. This resulted in SCP-7552-3’s ability to anomalously change the contents of its printed lattice. Changes in the lattice tend to occur within a roughly cyclical fashion. However, some changes have become permanent over time. SCP-7552-4 was an instance of SCP-7552-2 but, due to the corruption of SCP-7552-3, displays anomalous capabilities, including the ability to memetically compel individuals to purchase brand-name items. Over time, its physical features, position, and properties have shown a tendency to shift rapidly and diverge dramatically from those of SCP-7552-2. SCP-7552-4 usually absorbs all energy and matter, storing it as quantum information on SCP-7552-3. Due to the restrictive 1 square meter surface area of SCP-7552-3, there is a limit to how much information can be absorbed by SCP-7552-4.3 This limit is expressed in terms of entropy, and determined by the Bekenstein–Hawking area formula. However, this value is incredibly large. Subject: Holographic Universe Theory and Implications for Practical Applications Author: Dr. Lysander Hawthorne, Project Lead, Site-43 Quantum Supermechanics Division Date: 05/12/2021 The concept underlying Project Mirage is the Holographic Universe Theory, a proposition put forth by theoretical physicists and quantum gravity researchers that I have spent my entire life researching. It postulates that our perceivable three-dimensional reality is a projection of information encoded on a distant, two-dimensional surface. In essence, our universe is a hologram. This theory is a byproduct of the study of black holes. The physicist Jacob Bekenstein proposed that a black hole's entropy - a measure of its information content - is proportional to its event horizon's surface area, not its volume. This led to the holographic principle, suggesting that the maximum amount of information contained within a given volume of space is defined by the area of its boundary. For a black hole, this boundary is its event horizon - the point of no return for anything falling into it. In the context of the universe, the idea is that all the information that makes up our 3D reality is embedded in a 2D surface at its boundaries. This is not to imply a literal flat, two-dimensional universe, but rather that the information of our 3D universe is encoded on a 2D surface, much like the information of a 3D image can be encoded on a 2D holographic plate. Project Mirage is an ambitious attempt to practically apply these principles. The primary goal is to encode 2D information in such a way that it generates a corresponding 3D object in our reality. We are currently working with the AIAD to develop an AI, dubbed Hawking.aic, to analyze Hawking radiation data from black holes and SCP-123, hoping to discern patterns between entered objects and their 2D event horizon representations. Once we understand these patterns, we can create a 2D blueprint to project desired 3D objects into reality.4 If successful, the implications and applications of this technology could be immense. It could revolutionize fields as diverse as manufacturing, materials science, energy production, and even SCP containment. However, it's important to stress that we are in the early stages of this research, and there is much we don't yet understand. The universe rarely relinquishes its secrets without a fight. Addendum 7552.1 Subject: Analysis of Hawking Radiation and 2D Representations Author: Dr. Lysander Hawthorne, Project Lead, Site-43 Quantum Supermechanics Division Date: 11/03/2021 Experiment 1 - Observation of Black Holes: We began our research by studying the Hawking radiation emitted by natural black holes in space. Our primary aim was to decode the information encoded in the radiation, which theoretically contains the "imprint" of everything that has entered the black hole. The analysis was challenging due to the distance and the extremely weak nature of Hawking radiation. Site-300-12’s Para-Astronomy Department played a crucial role in collecting, processing, and analyzing this data. Despite the difficulties, we managed to discern some patterns in the radiation, corresponding to the mass, charge, and angular momentum of the incoming particles. Experiment 2 - Observation of SCP-123: Our next step was to study SCP-123, commonly referred to as "The Contained Miniature Black Hole." SCP-123 is advantageous for our research due to its relatively accessible nature and small scale. As various mundane objects were inserted into SCP-123, Hawking.aic monitored the radiation released throughout the process, comparing it against the data obtained from natural black holes to validate our findings. We discovered that the 2D representations on the event horizon of SCP-123 were detectably altered after the introduction of each object, scattering Hawking radiation in patterns consistent with light refracted through fractal surfaces. Hawking.aic was successful in mapping these alterations to the properties of the inserted objects. This gave us a unique insight into the process of how 3D information is encoded on a 2D surface. Preliminary Conclusions: We are now in the process of using these insights to create a 2D blueprint capable of projecting a 3D object into reality, effectively reversing the process that an object undergoes when it enters a black hole and is stripped of its information. The next phase will involve the use of an extremely high-resolution fractal printer to create these blueprints. The potential implications of this technology are immense, but we must proceed with caution. Addendum 7552.2 Subject: Request for Berryman-Langford Memetic Kill Agent Printer From: Dr. Lysander Hawthorne, Project Lead, Site-43 Quantum Supermechanics Division To: Eleanor Rutherford, Acquisitions Department Dear Mrs. Rutherford, As the lead researcher of Project Mirage, I am writing to formally request the procurement of a Berryman-Langford Memetic Kill Agent Printer for our research needs. As you may know, our project, which is based on the principles of the Holographic Universe Theory, involves the creation of intricate 2D fractal blueprints designed to project 3D objects into reality. These blueprints, while not memetic codes in the traditional sense, are complex patterns that contain an immense amount of information. They require a high level of precision and detail in their creation, surpassing the capabilities of conventional printing technology. The Berryman-Langford printer, with its ability to print at an ultra-high resolution of up to 1 picometer, is uniquely equipped to handle this task. Originally designed to print memetic kill agents, it has the required sophistication and precision to accurately reproduce our fractal blueprints. Our intention is to use this printer to produce the 2D projection plates that we have developed based on our research into Hawking radiation and SCP-123. I will personally oversee this process, ensuring the accurate transcription of the complex data patterns. We are fully aware of the potential risks associated with the use of a printer capable of producing memetic kill agents. All necessary safety measures and protocols will be strictly adhered to prevent any misuse of the equipment. A specially trained team will operate the printer, which will be securely stored when not in use. We believe the potential benefits of our project far outweigh the risks. Should we succeed, we will have developed a powerful new technology with wide-ranging applications. We therefore respectfully request your prompt approval of our request. Best Regards, Dr. Hawthorne Addendum 7552.3 Subject: Initial Research and Observations of SCP-7552-1 and SCP-7552-2 Author: Dr. Nikolai Kozlov, Site-300-12 Para-Astronomy Department Date: 12/20/2021 Experiment - Creation and Observation of SCP-7552-1: Under the supervision of Dr. Hawthorne, Dr. Nikolai Kozlov and Junior Researcher Amelia Blackburn used the Berryman-Langford printer to print our first 2D projection plate, which we are now referring to as SCP-7552-1. The fractal pattern used was derived from the reverse engineering of patterns that would be expected from the truncation of a 1-meter diameter graphite sphere, chosen for its simplicity and ease of study. These patterns were then inverted to cast the object into real 3D space. Upon completion of the printing process, SCP-7552-1 resulted in the spontaneous creation of SCP-7552-2, a perfect replica of the chosen graphite sphere, inside its designated vacuum containment chamber. The transformation, which was instantaneous, did not involve any observable energy transfer. Preliminary Conclusions: The results of this initial experiment confirm the viability of our approach. SCP-7552-2 maintains its 3D form and exhibits all properties of the original graphite sphere. This suggests that the information density of SCP-7552-1 is sufficiently detailed to fully describe a real 3D object. While the creation of SCP-7552-2 from SCP-7552-1 is anomalous within the outside world’s current understanding of quantum mechanics, it does not exhibit any anomalous properties beyond what was intended for the project. Subject: Congratulations From: Director Tilda Moose, Site-19 To: Dr. Lysander Hawthorne, Site-43 Quantum Supermechanics Division Dear Dr. Hawthorne, I am writing to congratulate you and your team on the successful completion of the first phase of your project. The creation of SCP-7552-2 from SCP-7552-1 is an incredible achievement and a testament to the hard work and ingenuity of everyone involved. The potential applications of this technology are immense. It's exciting to think about how we could use these methods practically, not just in the realm of SCP containment, but also in broader fields like manufacturing and materials science. I’ve forwarded your preliminary results to the O-5 Council, who are looking on in great interest. I eagerly look forward to seeing what the next phase of the project brings. Regards, Director Moose Addendum 7552.4 Subject: Unexpected Anomalies in Replication Studies Author: Dr. Nikolai Kozlov, Site-300-12 Para-Astronomy Department Date: 01/23/2022 As the replication studies of SCP-7552-1 and SCP-7552-2 commenced, a second Berryman-Langford Memetic Kill Agent Printer was acquired to increase the volume of testing. The fourth iteration of the experiment involved the creation of another SCP-7552-1 instance using this newly acquired printer, following the same protocol as before. However, upon completion of the printing process, an unexpected anomaly occurred. Instead of producing new instances of SCP-7552-1 and SCP-7552-2, two new entities were created: SCP-7552-3 and SCP-7552-4. SCP-7552-3 is an instance of SCP-7552-1 that exhibits the capability of changing the contents of its printed lattice in a cyclical and increasingly permanent fashion. The exact cause of this alteration is currently unknown. SCP-7552-4, the entity resulting from SCP-7552-3, began as a solid 1-meter diameter graphite sphere. However, its physical features, position, and properties began to shift rapidly, diverging dramatically from those of SCP-7552-2 over time. The creation of SCP-7552-3 and SCP-7552-4 marks a significant deviation from the initial results of the project, prompting further investigation to fully understand these abnormalities. Determining whether these anomalies are due to the new printer, an alteration in the process, or an as-yet-unidentified factor is a priority for ongoing research. Addendum 7552.5 Subject: Behavioral Changes in SCP-7552-4 From: Dr. Nikolai Kozlov, Site-300-12 Para-Astronomy Department To: Director Tilda Moose, Site-19 Director Moose, In the course of our ongoing observations, we've started noticing anomalous fluctuations in SCP-7552-4's properties. These changes, initially minor, have gradually intensified, expanding to inexplicable alterations in crystalline structure and the anomalous emission of light radiation. Lead Researcher Dr. Hawthorne maintains an optimistic view of these developments, theorizing that these fluctuations might be part of a stabilization process. He has expressed confidence that SCP-7552-4 will eventually stabilize and mirror the properties of SCP-7552-2. However, the rest of the team has expressed growing concern over these developments. Junior Researcher Blackburn posits that these changes might represent a loss of control over the transformation process, and I concur. We argue that the unpredictable behavior of SCP-7552-4 represents a significant deviation from our understanding of the 2D-to-3D transformation established in our initial experiments. We have made our opinions clear to Dr. Hawthorne but so far, our grievances have gone unanswered. We understand the importance of this research, but I fear if we rush into it too quickly, something will go wrong. Very Respectfully, Dr. Kozlov Addendum 7552.6 - Incident Report #1 On 01/25/2022, during routine observation of SCP-7552-4, a significant event was recorded. Surveillance footage shows the words “Ever wish you didn’t have to work in such a cold room with your boring, dumb clothes? Well, we have the solution for you!” quickly flash across the surface of SCP-7552-4.5 This went unnoticed by all personnel present. Several seconds later, SCP-7552-4 began exhibiting rapid changes in color. Three technicians present in the observation room (Technicians Hugo Chen, Rosalind Baxter, and Leopold Fitzgerald) reported feeling disoriented and promptly lost consciousness. Emergency medical teams were immediately dispatched, and the technicians were transported to the Site-19 medical wing. Upon regaining consciousness, all three technicians appeared to be in good health, with no apparent physical harm. However, in the next 24 hours, strange behavioral patterns were observed. Each of the affected technicians independently purchased the same brand of expensive jacket online, despite no prior discussion or common interest in the brand. Further investigation revealed that the color patterns displayed by SCP-7552-4 during the incident were strikingly similar to the design of the purchased jacket. The connection between SCP-7552-4's color changes and the technicians' subsequent actions strongly suggests a memetic effect. As a precautionary measure, direct visual observation of SCP-7552-4 has been suspended by Director Moose pending further investigation. Addendum 7552.7 From: Dr. Nikolai Kozlov, Site-300-12 Para-Astronomy Division To: Dr. Lysander Hawthorne, Project Lead, Site-43 Quantum Supermechanics Division Subject: Proposal for Holographic Universe Simulation Program Dr. Hawthorne, In light of the recent incident involving SCP-7552-4 and its apparent memetic effects, I propose the development of a Holographic Universe Simulation Program from Hawking.aic. This program would allow us to safely observe SCP-7552-4's behavior by reading SCP-7552-3 and simulating the actions of SCP-7552-4. The program output could be rendered in real time, alongside current simulated temperature, mass, and electromagnetic radiation figures. All renderings would be monitored through a memetic filter, minimizing the risk of exposure to potential memetic hazards. Given the growing unpredictability of SCP-7552-4 and the unknown extent of its memetic capabilities, I believe this approach is crucial to the continuation of our research. Please share your thoughts on this proposal at your earliest convenience so we can contact the AIAD. Very Respectfully, Dr. Kozlov Addendum 7552.8 - Incident Report #2 On 02/02/2022, SCP-7552-4 exhibited another significant anomaly while technicians were installing monitoring equipment over SCP-7552-3 for the Holographic Universe Simulation Program. The entity began altering its shape and material properties, and amid these transformations, it sporadically released short bursts of radiation. These bursts were detected by our monitoring equipment, triggering emergency protocols. The research chamber was swiftly evacuated, and all personnel within the vicinity were moved to a safe distance as a precautionary measure. Fortunately, SCP-7552-4’s vacuum chamber successfully contained the radiation, and no personnel were directly exposed. In the hours following the incident, it was observed that affected personnel who were in proximity to the chamber during the event exhibited unusual purchasing online behaviors. Similar to the previous incident, all affected personnel independently purchased the same product - a brand of high-end wristwatch. There is a growing concern that the radiation bursts from SCP-7552-4 carry a memetic effect, similar to its color pattern alterations. The correlation between exposure to SCP-7552-4's anomalies and subsequent consumer behavior necessitates an urgent review of our containment procedures. The development of the Holographic Universe Simulation program is underway and will be expedited in response to this incident. Meanwhile, further measures are being considered to ensure the safety of personnel and mitigate the impact of SCP-7552-4's expanding influence. Addendum 7552.9 - Post-Exposure Interview with Technician Hugo Chen Interviewer: Dr. Nikolai Kozlov, Site-300-12 Para-Astronomy Department Date: 02/03/2022 [Begin Log] Dr. Kozlov: Good afternoon, Technician Chen. How are you feeling today? Technician Chen: I'm feeling great, doctor! Never better. Dr. Kozlov: I see. We wanted to discuss your recent purchase. You bought a ██████ wristwatch, correct? Technician Chen: Oh, you mean this beauty? *Technician Chen raises his wrist, showing off the watch.* Yes, sir, it's a top-of-the-line ██████. You know, it's not just a watch, it's a lifestyle! Dr. Kozlov: Can you explain why you bought this particular model? Technician Chen: Well, doctor, it's simple. A ██████ doesn't just tell time. It tells the world who you are. It's a symbol of success, precision, and luxury. It's water-resistant up to 300 meters, has a 48-hour power reserve, and its automatic movement is a marvel of modern engineering. And let's not forget the pure sapphire crystal and the exquisite stainless steel bracelet. Dr. Kozlov: I see… and did you have any prior interest in luxury watches? Technician Chen: Not really. But when you see a ██████, you understand that time is the most valuable asset we have. So why not track it with something that's as precious as the moments it measures? Dr. Kozlov: Interesting… and you don't find it strange that your other colleagues who were also near the containment chamber during the incident made the same purchase? Technician Chen: Well, doctor, great minds think alike! I mean, who wouldn't want a masterpiece like this on their wrist? [End Log] Note: While Technician Chen shows no physical symptoms post-exposure, his behavior and strong endorsement of the ██████ brand mirror the actions of other exposed personnel. The interview strongly supports the hypothesis that SCP-7552-4's radiation bursts carry a memetic effect influencing consumer behavior. Further investigation is needed. Addendum 7552.10 - Transcription of Surveillance Footage Date: 02/03/2022 Dr. Kozlov and Junior Researcher Blackburn are conversing in a break room. [Begin Log] Jr. Res. Blackburn: Did you see their watches? They’re all wearing the same one! And the light-thing only happened yesterday, did they all get overnight shipping? Dr. Kozlov: This thing is definitely strange, I just can’t understand how the only thing it does is make people buy stuff. Where did that even come from? All it was supposed to be was a chunk of granite! You know, I actually worked on another SCP back at 15 that created anomalous advertisements, before I decided I wanted to be an astronomer. Seriously though, SCP-2234. A virus that infected printers and made them print out… Holy shit. *Dr. Kozlov quickly exits the room, followed by Jr. Res. Blackburn. Dr. Kozlov is laughing, while Jr. Researcher looks confused. Both enter the room where the Berryman-Langford printers are stored. Using his personal laptop, Dr. Kozlov connects to the new printer and runs a diagnostic.* Jr. Res. Blackburn: What’s going on? I don’t get it. Dr. Kozlov: SCP-2234-567. Affects networked printers and causes them to print memetic animated advertisements. I mean, the words on the paper actually move! Anyway it caused hallucinations and actually ended up injuring a few people. We never figured out where it came from or determined if we had gotten rid of every instance. But if it made its way to this printer, it might be able to use its animation property to change the content on the plates. That could explain how -4 keeps randomly mutating and… yep. That’s it, even showed up on the diagnostic. This whole mess from one damn printer virus! Jr. Res. Blackburn: So… we gave an anomalous memetic virus the ability to freely manipulate reality? [End Log] Dr. Kozlov’s findings findings were subsequently reported to Dr. Hawthorne. Addendum 7552.11 - D-Class Experimentation Findings "After receiving permission from the Director, we exposed a group of D-class personnel to SCP-7552-4 under controlled conditions. Over the following week, we observed a significant increase in their desire to purchase specific products - all of which were heavily advertised in external media during the observation period. The subjects expressed strong emotional connections to these brands, despite having no prior exposure to them. This effect seemed to strengthen over time, with all subjects expressing severe distress over not purchasing their desired products after 48 hours. After 72 hours, one test subject repeatedly slammed its head into the wall before being stopped by a security guard. The guard arrived too late and the subject expired 2 hours later. Later subjects were manipulated into believing they had purchased their desired products, resulting in the total dissipation of distress. These tests suggest that SCP-7552-4's influence operate through emotional manipulation, creating an incredibly strong desire for the advertised products." - Dr. Hawthorne Addendum 7552.12 - Incident report #3 At approximately 13:██ on 02/14/2022, SCP-7552-4 began exhibiting new anomalous behavior. The entity started absorbing all forms of energy in its immediate environment, including both ambient energy and directed energy from the containment chamber systems, essentially creating a perfect sink. This absorption occurred at a steady rate, with SCP-7552-4 showing no signs of reaching a saturation point or limit to its absorption capacity. Simultaneously, SCP-7552-4 began to absorb the physical material of the containment chamber floor. The process was slow but steady, with the entity seemingly 'consuming' the floor material at a molecular level. The absorption appeared to focus primarily on the point of contact between SCP-7552-4 and the floor, but gradually radiated outward to affect a wider area. Containment staff attempted to initiate emergency procedures to halt the absorption process and prevent a potential containment breach. Despite these efforts, SCP-7552-4 continued to absorb both energy and matter unabated. Several technicians then used a forklift to quickly transport SCP-7552-4 to a more robust containment cell, where it continued to degrade the floor. The lifting apparatus of the forklift sustained heavy damage. This incident resulted in structural damage to both containment chamber floors and necessitated a complete shutdown and recalibration of containment chamber energy systems. Containment staff are currently exploring alternative containment strategies to prevent a recurrence of this incident. Dr. Kozlov had this to say about the breach: "Today, SCP-7552-4 showed a significant increase in energy absorption rates. This quickly escalated to a near-breach situation. Only the quick thinking by our technicians prevented a full containment breach. The unpredictability of SCP-7552-4 is escalating, and a major incident feels inevitable." Following this incident, information regarding the breach was forwarded to the O-5 Council. O-5-█ ordered the complete cessation of Project Mirage research activities and demanded a conference to discuss containment strategies for SCP-7552-4. Addendum 7552.13 - Entry from Dr. Hawthorne's Personal Log, dated 02/14/2022 "This is my entire life’s work, and if it weren’t for that stupid virus, it would be perfect. Its potential is unlike anything we've ever encountered. With every passing day, my conviction grows stronger - we are on the brink of something extraordinary. The others may not understand, but I can't let their fears hold us back. This is bigger than us. Bigger than any risks. I can feel it." Addendum 7552.14 - Conference Transcript Date: 02/16/2022 Location: Secure Virtual Conference Room Attendees: O5-█, Dr. Hawthorne, Dr. Kozlov, Junior Researcher Blackburn, Site-19 Containment Specialist Marianne Calloway, Site-120 Containment Specialist ██████ Subject: Containment Strategy for SCP-7552-4 [Begin Transcript] O5-█: Good evening, everyone. Our main focus today is discussing a new containment strategy for SCP-7552-4. Dr. Hawthorne, could you briefly summarize the situation for us? Dr. Hawthorne: Certainly, O5-█. SCP-7552-4 has started absorbing all forms of energy and the physical material of its containment chamber floor. The absorption seems to be consistent and shows no signs of stopping. However, I don’t believe this is enough of a reason to completely stop my research. I recommend we consider further development of SCP-7552-1, using the printer we used to create the first -1 and -2 instances. O5-█: Research is off the table for now. I’m here because you failed to understand the consequences of the work you’ve already done, and I strongly recommend not bringing this up again. I've been reviewing the data and figures on SCP-7552-3. You’ve reported that, given its area, SCP-7552-4 is capable of absorbing the entropy of up to 100 suns. This is a serious concern. Specialist Calloway: That's a significant development. What are the potential risks here? Jr. Res. Blackburn: If this continues unchecked, SCP-7552-4 could potentially absorb its entire containment chamber, leading to a major containment breach. Furthermore, if SCP-7552-4's absorption abilities extend to living matter, the consequences could be catastrophic. Even if it doesn’t a containment breach could lead to everyone in the world being exposed to some magic radiation that makes them go and buy Wheaties or something. Wouldn’t be the end of the world, but no one should have to eat cereal that bland. O5-█: Clearly, we need a new containment strategy. Any suggestions? Specialist Calloway: Given these risks, should we consider the destruction of SCP-7552-3? Dr. Kozlov: Destruction is a risky option. We don't know what effect that would have on SCP-7552-4. It could trigger a massive release of energy or cause SCP-7552-4 to fragment into multiple entities. The uncertainty makes it a dangerous route. Specialist ██████: Increasing the strength and density of the containment chamber material might slow the absorption. Dr. Kozlov: I appreciate the suggestion, but any material we add gives SCP-7552-4 more data to absorb and potentially use for transmutation. The same problem arises with general energy dampening fields. Specialist ███████: Well, what do you propose then? Dr. Kozlov: I believe SCP-7552-4 should be placed within a Total Exclusion Chamber. This chamber would prevent almost all matter, energy, and even quantum particles from reaching SCP-7552-4. Notably, the chamber cancels out gravitational fields, allowing SCP-7552-4 to float freely, unaffected by gravitons. This lack of gravitational influence could limit SCP-7552-4's ability to absorb and transmute data, as it wouldn’t have to rest against any physical surface. As long as the object remains relatively inert, it should be possible to insulate it almost completely from any external influences. Jr. Res. Blackburn: Additionally, we could prepare to send SCP-7552-3, and SCP-7552-4 along with it, into SCP-3001 if a breach begins.6 I know causing a Class-C Wormhole is dangerous and the idea of accessing 3001 is pretty new, but it could potentially prevent a full-scale containment breach. If -4’s behavior continues to escalate, we might not have any other options. Dr. Kozlov: That's our last-resort option. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. O5-█: Dr. Kozlov, your ideas are insightful and show a deep understanding of the challenges posed by SCP-7552-4. I believe the project would benefit from your leadership. Effective immediately, you are the new Project Lead for SCP-7552. Dr. Hawthorne, you will now serve as Senior Researcher under Dr. Kozlov's direction. Dr. Kozlov, please ensure these strategies are implemented and communicate the new protocol to all relevant personnel. Dr. Kozlov: Well, uh, thank you, O5-█. I didn't expect this, but I appreciate your faith in me. We'll get to work immediately. O5-█: This meeting is adjourned. We'll reconvene if SCP-7552-4's behavior changes significantly. Stay vigilant, Dr. Kozlov. We'll be watching. [End Transcript] Holographic Universe Simulation Program rendering of SCP-7552-4. Note: Over the next month, new containment procedures were implemented. The Total Exclusion Chamber successfully halted SCP-7552-4’s growth and, according to simulations rendered by the Holographic Universe Simulation Program, SCP-7552-4 remained mostly inert, moving a maximum of 0.5 meters from the center of its containment chamber and releasing and re-absorbing small quantities of electromagnetic radiation. A modified Lang Scranton Stabilizer was added to SCP-7552-3’s research chamber. Protocol "Event Horizon" was been created to automatically activate the modified stabilizer, creating a Class-C “Broken Entry” Wormhole to pull in SCP-7552-3 and, by the relative positional definition of SCP-7552-4 to SCP-7552-3, transport SCP-7552-4 into SCP-3001. No personnel were permitted to access SCP-7552-3’s research chamber during this period. Direct in-person research of SCP-7552 and any of its constituent parts was also suspended until the behavior of SCP-7552-4 was deemed to be more predictable, though simulated research via the Holographic Universe Simulation Program continued. Addendum 7552.15 After being caught performing in-person analysis of SCP-7552-1 on 04/19/2022 and being temporarily suspended from the project, Dr. Hawthorne filed a complaint with Director Moose. “I understand the concerns surrounding SCP-7552-4, but I believe the potential benefits far outweigh the risks. I was on the brink of a major breakthrough in our understanding of the universe! I don’t understand how Kozlov, who has 15 years less experience in this field, has the right to tell ME what to do. It’s absurd! No one understands this project better than me. Please, Director, as your long-time friend, ask the Council to reinstate me as Project Lead and let me continue my work.” Since this complaint was filed, research on SCP-7552-1 and -2 has resumed but remained under Dr. Kozlov’s leadership. Dr. Hawthorne has returned to work, but regularly expresses displeasure at working under Dr. Kozlov. You are viewing an archived version of this document. Please Confirm Level 4 credentials to access the newest revision. Footnotes 1. SCP-7552-1 and -2 are sensitive to changes in temperature and atmosphere. 2. The particles of quantum gravity. 3. Approximately 1+e66 kB, roughly equivalent to the entropy of 100 medium-sized stars. 4. This would not be a literal projection cast by a light source, but a projection cast by the natural laws of the universe interacting with the blueprint. 5. No further attempts by SCP-7552-4 to communicate have been recorded. 6. Jr. Res. 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SCP-7553 | safe | SCP-7553 (Image Sourced From Parawatch). Item #: SCP-7553 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7553 is stored unloaded in a standard containment locket at Site-18. SCP-7553-1 instances are to be incinerated or stored on discretion. Experiment proposals involving SCP-7553 must be approved by Dr. Leeroy beforehand. Description: SCP-7553 is a Remington 870 Marine Magnum pump-action shotgun. The object is in near-pristine condition. SCP-7553's anomalous properties activate when held by a living subject and aimed at an object or situation that they consider to be problematic to them. Rather than pellets, one or more objects (SCP-7553-1) will be fired from SCP-7553.1 SCP-7553-1 instances vary between manifestations and typically exceed the size of SCP-7553's barrel. Instances also share the trait of automatically resolving, or at minimum, presenting the means to reliably fix the "problem" at hand. However, SCP-7553 will not always react expectantly during these circumstances, as it has been observed to jam or focus on a different object within range on occasion. The reason for this is still under investigation.2 SCP-7553 became known to the Foundation after a user of the website Parawatch, "falcon_crazy," had posted on the forum claiming to own something "paranormally handy." The user stated that the object was originally purchased at a Gun Show and had accidently discovered its "supreme powers" after "trying real hard to clean it." After reviewing the digital evidence provided and noting that the user had previously encountered an unrelated anomalous object, these claims were quickly authenticated. SCP-7553 was confiscated, with their owner anmentized and given a non-anomalous replacement. All relevant forum posts were subsequently deleted. Addendum-01, Test Log: To uncover the extent of SCP-7553's capabilities, Dr. Leeroy authorized a series of tests to establish the parameters of the object's anomalous properties. To access to unabridged testing log, contact Dr. Leeroy: Test # Context Result Notes 01 Under the threat of further disciplinary measures, D-11112 hesitantly inserted his thumb deep inside SCP-7553's muzzle. D-11112 closed his eyes at Dr. Harvey's warning. The force of the blast caused Dr. Harvey to stumble back slightly. After a moment, D-11112 opened his eyes and gasped. His thumb was stuffed inside a finger puppet resembling a cat. D-11112 nodded in amusement. Test was a recreation sourced from Parawatch. 06 A white wall with a streak of blue paint. SCP-7553, when continually shot, released large splashes of blue paint. SCP-7553 continually leaked paint for a span of four hours. Further tests bearing a similar context of this nature are ill-advised. 12 An unlit cigarette. A stream of fire erupted from the muzzle and onto the table. A junior researcher approached and doused the test area with a fire extinguisher. The table was heavily damaged, but the cigarette remained intact and was still lit. N/A 20 D-11112, wearing socks and sandals. The socks don't match. The blast severed D-11112's feet simultaneously, causing him intense pain. This was the first and only incident of SCP-7553 not producing a SCP-7553-1 instance. 21 D-11112, crawling and bleeding profusely on the floor. In a fit of panic, Dr. Leeroy fired directly at the injured portions of D-11112's feet. SCP-7553 proceeded to shoot a large mass of bandages at D-11112, covering him from head to toe. D-11112 nearly suffocated in the process but survived, albeit with permanent disfigurements and severe blood loss. 29 A potted evergreen conifer The tree was covered in many ribbons, ornaments, and Christmas lights. The final shot produced an elderly obese human male in a Santa uniform, the individual collided with the wall, breaking their neck on impact. The corpse was a genetic match to Walter Saltzer, a part-time mall Santa living in Denver, Colorado. Coincidentally, the real Saltzer suffered a fatal neck injury a day before this test. 33 Dr. Leeroy's previous university diplomas and accomplishments prior to joining the Foundation. Some of the diplomas were wrinkled. A McDonald's job application. Dr. Leeroy's request for incineration of the SCP-7553-1 instance has been denied. 40 Broken power module on Level 2, responsible for directing power to the southwest wing of Site-18 An entire replica of the original power module manifested. The SCP-7553-1 instance slammed into the original power module at incredible speeds, crushing and exploding it into many pieces. Somehow the instance inserted itself into the wall perfectly and directed power to the site without issue. Dr. Leeroy was commended for solving repairs at no cost to the Site's budget. 47 Dr. Leeroy's vehicle, intentionally dirtied, emptied of gasoline, and absent of its battery. A tear in spacetime measuring 2.5 meters in length manifested, acting as a portal to a gas station in Baja California, Mexico. Many witnesses were present during the exchange and began to either flee or film with their mobile devices. Dr. Leeroy and attending researchers panicked, a Scranton Reality Anchor was activated but failed to close the spatial. Dr. Leeroy suggested they physically push the vehicle through the portal. This plan was reluctantly agreed upon and enacted. After the car passed the other side, the tear demanifested, leaving Dr. Leeroy and several researchers in the area. As the gas station was unwilling to accept Dr. Leeroy's money, he had to exchange currency at a nearby bank while frustratingly attempting to communicate with the teller. In the aftermath, all witnesses were amnestized and the car was eventually fixed. Dr. Leeroy was transported to Site-18 two days later, getting severely reprimanded and docked in pay. Testing with SCP-7553 temporarily put on hold after this experiment. Despite SCP-7553's unpredictability, Dr. Leeroy saw promise in the object's anomalous properties by citing its capacity to generally resolve significant issues and its capacity to generate a wide variety of materials, physical or otherwise. Dr. Leeroy's proposal of upgrading SCP-7553 to a minor thaumiel class object was put on hold until more comprehensible testing data came to fruition. Addendum-02, Incident-7553: On 05/14/2013 Site-18 suffered a containment breach that resulted in a handful of anomalies escaping. Dr. Leeroy happened to be handling SCP-7553 when the incident occurred and tried to defend himself. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7553/Leeroy/Breach ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Leeroy is in an anomalous object storage area. Dr. Leeroy is thoroughly cleaning SCP-7553, placing removed shells into an ammo box when site's alarms blare. Dr. Leeroy, startled, causes the shells to tumble onto the floor. Dr. Leeroy grabs his mug and investigates.] [Gunshots are heard. Dr. Leeroy freezes, then rushes to the doorway spilling some of his coffee. Dr. Leeroy peers his head through the doorway: A guard is shooting at levitating human brain, causing non-discernable damage. The brain telekinetically lifts the guard up into the air and repeatedly slams him agarin's the floor and ceiling. Another guard is holding on tightly onto a different door, being pulled on the leg by an entity appearing as a sock puppet. The guard loses her grip and screams as they disappear into the ventilation system.] [Dr. Leeroy stammers backwards, drops his mug in shock, and he frantically presses buttons onto a keypad beside the door. Dr. Leeroy gasps and drops to the floor as a wrecking ball is slammed into the keypad, crushing the device. An entity resembling a miniaturized crane attached to a pair of feminine legs adorning red heels enters the room. Then entity tugs the wrecking ball away from the wall and advances towards Dr. Leeroy.] [Dr. Leeroy shudders and backs away from the entity in fear when they bump into the cart. Dr. Leeroy snaps his head to SCP-7553, sighing in relief as they grab the anomaly and aim it towards the entity. A click is heard. Dr. Leeroy, sweating, pulls the trigger repeatedly, more clicking. Dr. Leeroy audibly curses when the entity sways their body towards him.] [Dr. Leeroy ducks in time as the entity stumbles towards SCP-7553's open locker. Dr. Leeroy gets up and pushes the entity inside the locker and attempts to close it. The entity sticks one of its legs out and stomps on Dr. Leeroy's foot. Dr. Leeroy screams in excruciating pain but manages to slam and lock the door shut. Banging is heard from the locker and Dr. Leeroy falls to floor.] [Dr. Leeroy removes his shoe and sock, inspecting his injury. A three inch hole is present on his foot and his toes are bent in the wrong position. Dr. Leeroy hyperventilates until he notices a shadow approaching the wall leading adjacent the room.] [Dr. Leeroy audibly chokes before grabbing SCP-7553 and quickly reloads it with the shells on the floor. Dr. Leeroy uses the cart to stand up and limps to the door, eyes twitching from the pain. Dr. Leeroy shoots at the keypad twice, then proceeds to shoot at his injured foot once. After a moment, Dr. Leeroy opens his eyes and expresses bewilderment. An out of order sign is taped onto the keypad while a wet floor sign is stationary by the broken coffee mug. Dr. Leeroy cranes his neck to his foot: a single 'Hello Kitty' band-aid is present, barely covering the wound.] [A loud hiss is heard. Dr. Leeroy looks up to see a purple, feline entity entering the room. Its red glowing eyes are trained on him, licking its lips. Dr. Leeroy instinctively fires all the remaining shells at the entity, with the last shot pushing him to the floor. Dazed, Dr. Leeroy lifts his torso up and grimaces.] [The entity pauses as its visage is adorned in clown-like makeup, wearing a collar with a single jingle bell attached to it, and having their head inserted into an enormous piece of toast with a hole cut through it. Blinking twice, the entity looks at the floor's reflection, then stares at Dr. Leeroy. The entity hisses deeply.] [Dr. Leeroy's lip quivers, a dark stain manifests on the front of his pants.] [END LOG] Dr. Leeroy's body was later identified by genetic testing and dental records. After the containment breach was resolved, testing resumed on SCP-7553. While SCP-7553 can resolve issues that pose a minor inconvenience to the handler, it can't solve major ones. The reasoning why Dr. Leeroy became successful with SCP-7553 prior was due to initial testing being little to no consequence for him, while being in grave danger was certainly not. At this revelation, SCP-7553 was disqualified from thaumiel status and stored back into its original containment locker. Dr. Leeroy was posthumously congratulated for its research contributions regarding the object. Footnotes 1. Investigation of ejected shells were found to be empty; researchers theorize that the contents of the shells get transmuted as they travel through SCP-7553. However, this remains unconfirmed. 2. See Addendum-02 for further details. |
SCP-7554 | safe | Dr Lerche Strigoi Hello readers, Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell in the discussions tab. Will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 7554 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7554, along with the original gun it came with, are to be kept in separate locked storage containers at Secure Storage Facility-16. Testing with the object is not to be carried out without the authorisation of the Site Director of SSF-16 and the Head Researcher of SCP-7554. Description: SCP-7554 is the collective designation for several rounds of 5.45x39mm ammunition. Save for thin red streaks running from the tip of the bullet to the base, they are otherwise physically identical to 5.45x39mm 7N6 53gr1 ammunition, and can be fired by any 5.45x39mm chambered firearm. When an instance of SCP-7554 comes into contact with human blood, it will spin until it fully absorbs the blood. As such, upon a human being shot with an instance, it would continue tumbling and spinning within the body, causing massive internal injuries and haemorrhaging until the target is completely exsanguinated. As of writing, there are 18 SCP-7554 instances in storage. Discovery: On 14/3/2004 at 08:45, all extant instances of SCP-7554 were found by police at the scene of a suspected gang shootout in an abandoned warehouse in Manchester, England. Six men were found dead in the premises, four on the first floor and two on the ground floor. The latter were found one laying prone on the floor while the other slumped next to a fire exit. Dozens of bullet holes were found all around the room where the first four bodies were located. Four of the victims suffered gunshot wounds inconsistent with the bullets recovered, alongside being exsanguinated. Also found at the scene was an unloaded assault rifle lodged underneath an industrial storage tank. The gun was identified as an AIMS-742, possessing several modifications, such as more modern plastic furniture on the pistol grip and foregrip, as well as a Picatinny rail on the dust cover for optical attachments. Later on, a magazine for the gun containing 26 rounds of SCP-7554 was discarded outside in a trash pile. Despite external damage, the gun was still functional. Upon being contacted by a mole within the Greater Manchester Police (GMP), the Foundation confiscated the SCP-7554 instances along with the firearm and used bullets. Addendum 1: Investigation At 10:00 am, upon investigation, the dead men were identified as members of the Bagnall Syndicate, an organised crime group run by Peter "Big Pete" Bagnall spanning Northwest England. The syndicate has been identified as responsible for multiple armed robberies and drug trafficking in the city, and had recently been subject to an appeal for information by Greater Manchester Police (GMP). The six dead men were identified as follows: Barry Keegan, 25 Charlie Black, 22 Bobby Sharp, 24 Declan Mills-Wilkinson, 23 Jake Barker, 19 Nathan "Nets" Ferguson, 22 Further information pertaining to the dead men was provided by Lester Briggs, a police informant within the syndicate. Following Foundation liaison with GMP, the Home Office and MI5, Foundation Agent within MI5— Marcus Brown— made contact directly with the informant. INTERVIEW LOG Informant: Lester Briggs Personnel: Agent Marcus Brown Time: 10:30 am [BEGIN LOG] Briggs: Alright? Brown: Hello Lester. We need some info. Briggs: Well, yeah, I guessed that was why you dragged me into this again. Brown: You're being offered enough, there shouldn't have to be any dragging to get you here. 20 years in the nick is a long time, isn't it? Briggs: Heh. Whaddya need? Brown: You heard about the shootout in the warehouse this morning? Briggs: Hard to miss it. Brown: Yes. Six dead, Lester, all from the Bagnall outfit. You know anything about them? Briggs: (Sighs) Oh— they were Pete's dream team. Got a name for themselves robbing jewellers like it was nothing. A bloody wolf pack. Pete took notice and began sending them on bigger jobs. Brown: Bigger jobs? Briggs: You know. Contract killings. Hits. Enforcement. That kind of stuff. Brown: Right. Wet work. How long for? Briggs: Three years, I think? The blokes became hot shit almost overnight. Brown: Really? Briggs: Yeah, but they were just a bunch of reckless bastards in my humble opinion. Began getting cocky with all that new clout. Brown: It gets to ya, man. Briggs: Yeah sure, but Pete didn't give a fuck. As long as they did the job. You know what that lead to, eh? Brown: You talking about Connelly? Briggs: Course I'm talking about fucking Connelly! Fuck, six Bagnall men dead – and he asks me if I’m talking about Connelly. They didn’t teach you much at police school, did they, Sir? Brown: I could do without the lip, Lester. What happened? Briggs: Now look. That's all I know at the moment. I'll get back to ya. Also, with you being my new handler for today, I want to make myself clear to you guys. Brown: Continue. Briggs: I want a new life. You hear me? Other side of the country. Scotland, Wales, London, I don't care. It's been a bloody two years. I'll give you this, and then I want out. Brown: I hear you. Briggs: Fantastic! I'll call you back. [END LOG] Addendum 1.1: The Murder of Harris Connelly The day prior to the warehouse shootout, on 13/3/2004 at 8:00pm, a hit squad from the Bagnall Syndicate attacked a guesthouse in Stockport revealed to be a hideout of the Connelly Firm, a major rival to the Bagnall Syndicate vying for control of Manchester. The target was the organisation's leader, Harris Connelly. Despite killing 4 people, including a Connelly Firm lieutenant, Connelly himself managed to escape the scene. Forensics reports show that the injuries sustained on some of the bodies were identical to those found in the warehouse shootout. The target was then seen again in central Stockport. The following is a transcript of what occurred. VIDEO LOG DATE: 13/3/2004 NOTE: Timeline was reconstructed from CCTV footage acquired from various businesses in the town centre, including the Golden Dove Inn & Café, on Fritz Row. [BEGIN LOG] 20:27: Connelly is seen running in the streets then discards his bloodstained coat into a dumpster. He stops and looks around, before turning towards the Golden Dove. Concealing his gun, he appears to straighten himself before briskly walking to the establishment. 20:28: Connelly enters the café, and walks towards an empty table in the back. He passes by some patrons, some of whom greet him. He sits at the table as a waiter comes over. He is given a menu, from which he orders something, showing the menu towards the waiter. The waiter gives him a nod and retrieves the menu before going to the kitchen. Connelly watches the exit as well as the rest of his surroundings. 20:30: Connelly is seen pulling out a phone from his trouser pocket and making a call. Connelly ends the call after 20 seconds. He appears calmer. 20:33: A coffee is served at the table. Connelly begins drinking. 20:34: After sometime, the manager walks past. The two share a nod. 20:45: A black SUV parks in front of the café. Four masked men exit the vehicle. The manager is seen coming out of the restaurant towards the men. What appears to be an argument ensues. 20:46: As this happens, a beige sedan3 stops adjacent to the establishment. Two more masked men exit the passenger seats and begin walking towards the commotion. 20:47: The men from the black SUV turn back to the car as the manager watches. Suddenly, one of them turns back and punches the manager in the face. The two from the sedan stop in the middle of the street. The others quickly pull out their guns and motion to the two, who do the same. The gunmen rush into the café, opening fire. Connelly attempts to flee but is spotted and gunned down while patrons, staff, and pedestrians are seen scrambling away from the scene. 20:48: The gunmen are seen roaming the building; two are seen stealing money from the cash register. The manager is lying outside motionless. 20:49: The assailants leave the scene. [END LOG] Based on this log and the statement of Mr. Briggs, a seventh member of the hit squad was identified, namely the driver of the beige sedan. Due to the quality of the footage, neither the driver nor the number plate could be discerned. Investigation is underway. Addendum 2: At 1:15pm, police found the beige sedan near a construction site. Security camera footage captured a man coming back to the car, retrieving something and leaving. He was then tracked to a corner shop where his face was much clearer and identified as 21-year-old Oliver Scott. The suspect has not been seen since then and it has been confirmed he has not returned to his residence. The investigation team contacted Mr. Briggs again for information. CALL LOG Informant: Lester Briggs Personnel: Agent Marcus Brown [BEGIN LOG] Briggs: Greetings, your highness. Whaddya need? Brown: Need info on a guy. Oliver Scott. Age 21. Ginger hair. Briggs: Wh— Oli? What you need him for? Brown: He's one of the hit squad. Briggs: Bollocks. Him? He's not cut out for that. Brown: We’ve watched footage of him driving them to the hideout, then to the café, then to some warehouse where we found the car abandoned. Briggs: … Brown: Lester? You there, mate? Briggs: Y— Yeah, I’m here. Just… doesn't make sense. He's not the vicious type, you get me? And why would you need someone that green with those guys on that kind of job? I mean lad's a solid driver but we have a few. (Mutters.) Bloody hell. Brown: (Pauses.) Well… I will say. He didn't kill anyone. Just stayed in the car when everything went down. Briggs: Huh. Knew it. Brown: But right now, Oli is missing. We checked his house. He didn't come home. He could be in danger. Briggs: Look… I really don't know where he is. Brown: Lester. You have to trust me. Briggs: (Pauses.) But… I might know where he might go. Brown: Where? Briggs: He has an uncle in Stockport. Used to speak about him to me. Only a few people know about it. St Saviour's Road, near the church. Not sure the house but I'm sure as shit it's there. Brown: Got it. I'll go get him with my partner. Thanks. Briggs: Sure thing. One thing though. Could ya do me a favour? Brown: What? Briggs: (Pause) Don't go hard on him. He's just a kid. Brown: They were all young, Lester. Briggs: Yeah but they were fucking psychos. That lad's not. [END LOG] Addendum 3: At 2:03pm, with the information provided, Agent Douglas Clarke and his partner, Agent Brown, drove to the location. VIDEO LOG Personnel: Agent Douglas Clarke, Agent Marcus Brown Foreword: Foreword: Both personnel wore body-mounted hidden cameras. [BEGIN LOG] (Agent Clarke is seen driving the car with Agent Brown in the front passenger seat. They are driving along Buxton Rd nearing St Saviour's Rd. The stop at a traffic light.) Brown: Almost there. We get him and ask about the gun. Remember, go easy on him. Clarke: Marc, it's the third time you've said it so far. I get it, relax. Brown: Sorry, chief. You're an imposing figure. Clarke: Yeah I need to be. Dealing with these guys. Brown: Yeah, but we're, uh— you're not a cop. We need to handle this a bit more subtly. Clarke: Subtle? Boy, I introduced you to subtlety. Five months ago, we would be called the Men In Black with how you dug into suspects. Brown: Well, yeah. Clarke: Exactly! So relax. I know how to shift gears. (Pauses.) Are you worried? Your kid could be strapped. Brown: I doubt it. Kid loves his uncle. Uncle is a regular guy. No previous criminal record. Wouldn't want to threaten all that having an illegal firearm with him. Besides, he goes so far to want to keep him safe with all the secrecy about their relations. Clarke: That's why he opened up to "Loudmouth" Lester? Brown: Loud to us, Doug. (The traffic light turns green.) Brown: Light's green. Go. (They turn left.) Brown: Map says go straight then take a left. Clarke: Got it. Church should be somewhere aro— Whoa! Whoa! (Hits Brown's shoulder.) Marc. (Clarke points to his right. Brown looks up and follows the direction.) Brown: That's him! That's him! Clarke: I'll flank! (Agent Brown quickly gets out of the car. Footage shows him running towards an alleyway. The suspect, Oliver Scott, is being stabbed by a masked man.) Brown: ARMED POLICE! HANDS UP! (The figure turns to spot Brown.) Assailant: Fuck me. (He quickly slashes at Scott's throat before dashing down the alley.) Brown: STOP! (Moves to the suspect on the floor.) Oh shit. Shit. Oli, Oli! It's alright, lad. Stay with me. (Brown is seen trying to stop the bleeding. The suspect tries to speak, but his words are indiscernible. He pulls out his radio.) Brown: Doug! He's running down the alley! Stop him! Clarke: On it! (Footage from the car's dashcam shows the car reversing quickly. Clarke then drives the car down the road and makes a turn to the road at the other end of the alley. The assailant emerges from the alley. He notices the car and runs. Clarke drives past and quickly turns the car in his path before abruptly breaking. A thud is heard on the side of the car followed by scuffing sounds on gravel.) (Agent Brown's footage shows him running down and out of the alley. The assailant is getting up from the ground. He sees Brown and tries to pick up the knife he dropped. Brown draws his pistol.) Brown: Don't even think about it. (The man quickly stops and staggers. He stands up straight with his hands in the air. Agent Clarke exits the car and approaches him from behind. After a short struggle, Clarke handcuffs him and pins him against the alley wall to search him.) Clarke: You alright? Brown: (Panting.) Never better. Clarke: And Scott? Brown: He's dead. Clarke: Dammit. (To assailant.) Come here, you son of a bitch. Assailant: Ow! Ow! It hurts. Come on! (Clarke put the assailant in their car. Clarke picks up a water bottle.) Clarke: Hey. (Brown stops and looks at Clarke.) Clarke: (Gestures to his bloody hands.) Get cleaned up. (He tosses the bottle to Brown who starts washing his hands before taking a sip. Clarke enters the backseat with the assailant. Once done, Brown enters the front passengers seat.) Clarke: Alright. (He pulls off the mask, revealing a young white male.) Brown: Answer us. Why'd you kill him? Assailant: I— I was just paid to kill him. Don't know nothin else! (Agent Clarke moves the arm across the assailant's shoulder closer to him. Clarke: Really? The way you were going at him. Seems pretty personal to me. (Agent Clarke tightens his arm.) Assailant: (Choking) Fu— Fffu— Fuckin. Okay! Okay! He deserved it! (Agent Clarke loosens his arm.) Brown: What do you mean? Assailant: He's one of the cocksuckers who killed Connelly. Boss gave orders to off him. Brown: How did you find him? Assailant: Find him? Boss said the address. Stupid fuck thought he could get away hiding in his uncle's house. Brown: Who's your boss? Assailant: (Mumbles.) Clarke: Can't hea- (Sirens are heard as police cars making the turn towards them.) Assailant: Can't say no more, fuzz. Sorry. Brown: Dammit. Never mind, leave him. We’ll deal with this later. Call the Site and get the Liaison team on this, I don’t want the police asking too many questions about us. [END LOG] The assailant was handed over to the police. Upon further interrogation, the Foundation learnt that the assassin, 24-year-old Craig Collins, was a member of the Connelly firm. He was sent to assassinate Scott after the address was provided to the firm. The identity of this informant is unknown. Addendum 4: At 4:10pm, the investigation team was later contacted by Briggs to arrange a meeting. The meeting was set up at an underpass. MEETING LOG Personnel: Agent Douglas Clarke, Agent Marcus Brown Foreword: The personnel wore hidden cameras to record the meeting. (The agents park their car and wait.) Clarke: I'm not so sure about this guy, Mark. Brown: Doug, I know this guy. He does his job. He's been feeding police for close to two years now, on all sorts of things. Clarke: Yeah, and but has GMP been keeping him fed enough. Having him on their leash for two years with the Syndicate. Brown: That's… (Sighs.) That's not important now. We need this info. He's the only one who's giving it. Clarke: Here he comes. (Briggs is seen walking towards the vehicle. The agents step out of the car. The men exchange nods.) Briggs: Hello officer. And who are you? Brown: This is Detective Clarke. My partner. Briggs: Well you look like a tough guy, don't ya? (Briggs stays quiet and stares at the men. The agents look at each other and stare back. Briggs sighs.) Briggs: Heh…there's an art exhibit nearby in need of some statues. (Mutters.) Bunch of damn stones. But anyway. I've got some info. Brown: Do tell. Briggs: We found out that Harris would be visiting an old friend in Stockport that day at around 7:45pm. Pete tasked the team with the hit. Apparently, he acquired a damn machine gun just for the task. Gave it to Barry cause he was the alpha. Clarke: Where'd he get it from? Briggs: Don't know. I just was there to see him give it to them. Probably some black market contact. I can try to dig up some stuff, though with it being upper level shit, I would like some confirmation on my exit. Clarke: We're making the arrangement— Briggs: Out of the country. Clarke: Pardon? Briggs: England's too hot. I'll need to be somewhere else to get out of this shit. That or no deal. Clarke: Mr. Briggs let me mak— (Agent Brown quickly places his hand on Agent Clarke's shoulder.) Brown: Detective Clarke. (Turns to Briggs.) We'll figure something out, meanwhile you do your thing. Now, about that safehouse? Briggs: So they go and storm the building. Whatever that gun fired…damn. Brown: What do you mean? Briggs: Those were not normal bullets. Fuck me. Looked like an abattoir. But I digress. So about being reckless wankers, they kill everyone there but the fucker they were supposed to kill who runs off. The tossers realised and had to give chase. Clarke: But then they managed to kill Connelly. At the café. Briggs: Yeah, it was a bloodbath! But we got him. Clarke: (Sighs.) Alright, mate. We know this already. What's new? Briggs: Oh! Then I guess you're a know it all, eh? Brown: Actually, yes. We do know some things. Like that the Connelly Firm also knew about Oliver's whereabouts. The secret you kept. Briggs: I— Brown: In fact, they apparently knew the exact house he was in. Something we clearly needed to know. Clarke: Detective— Brown: And if we did know, I might had not had to try and stop a kid from bleeding out. (Walks forward.) Do you know what 12 stabs wounds to the gut and neck looks like, Mr. Briggs? Briggs: Of course I fucking do. You know what I do for a living. But it's not what you think. Clarke: Maybe it is, Mr. Briggs. Maybe our offer wasn't persuasive enough. You got cold feet and thought the Connelly firm might give you more protection. Briggs: It's not— Clarke: Or maybe you had a good few rounds at the bar and let the cat out of the bag to your drinking buddies. Brown: Either way, a potential witness is dead. So do tell us, Mr. Briggs. How did the information ge- Briggs: COULD YOU FUCKING LISTEN?! I HAVE MORE FUCKING INFO! (Silence.) Briggs: (Coughs.) I really do. Please…I—I might have found out something. Brown: (Pauses.) We're listening. Briggs: See… When I told ya about what Oli told me about his uncle, I left out… a detail. I may have said a bit too much that may have been overheard by one person. Brown: (Groans.) Clarke: (Mutters.) I fucking knew it. Brown: Mr. Briggs, you do realise that's against our agreement? Briggs: Yeah— yeah, but it felt too stupid to mention. It wouldn't make sense. Brown: Lester! Just say it. Who heard you? Briggs: (Pauses.) Big Pete. Clarke: Excuse me? Brown: So… you're thinking that? Briggs: (Nods.) Yeah. He easily would have started digging with that. Clarke: But why would he assist his bloody rivals? Briggs: I have more. (He looks around again.) Briggs: You got a ciggie? (Agent Brown hands over a cigarette and light.) Briggs: Heh…not gonna do the honours? Alright. (Briggs lights the cigarette and takes a few puffs.) Briggs: I mean, everyone in the Syndicate wanted that bastard Connelly dead. But the strange thing was… Pete didn't seem too pleased. I mean of all people. Brown: Peter was mad? Briggs: Yeah! Now you see… (Takes a puff)… we were at our boozer that night and Pete got news that the hit was a success. Now the lads and I were celebrating, but I could tell, he wasn't that happy. He ordered drinks for everyone there then left to a backroom with a few of his men. Brown: Continue. Briggs: I happened to be sitting nearby, so I did a little eavesdropping. I couldn't hear it that well with all the noise, but I did hear enough…cunts and what not… to know he was bloody livid. I think he was on a call with Barry. He then cut the call then began discussing something with the other guys in there. Brown: What were they talking about? Briggs: Well… I(Takes a puff.)… couldn't hear the next parts. Keith had one too many beers and decided to start a choir in the bar. Clarke: Mr. Briggs, if you are withholding information again- Briggs: I'm not fibbing. I swear on me mum! I really couldn't hear. Look! I'm putting my neck out for this, alright! If I was caught, I'm dead — they'd probably riddle me with that gun of his. Brown: Alright! Alright. We trust you. Cool mate. Briggs: (Smokes for a while.) So I then heard him I think call back. Still was muffled but he seemed to be talking more calmly. Finally, they all shut up and I heard it more clearly. Apparently he was halfway through an address and ordered the guy to meet him there… (Pauses for a while and takes another puff.) Briggs: That was that warehouse, wasn't it? (The agents remain silent for a moment, sharing looks with each other.) Brown: With your info. Possibly, but we can't- Briggs: Jesus fucking Christ! He actually offed them all…(Takes several puffs in quick succession while tapping his foot.) Well, to be fair, they weren't- Brown: Again we can't confirm. We are still investigating. Briggs: Not sure why he had to do all this? The six were reckless cunts, and they shot him in the Dove, but…so what? The bas- Clarke: Wait…The Dove? Briggs: Yeah, th-The Golden Dove. Local café here. You must have seen the plac- Clarke: Yes, we know. What about it? Briggs: Well, we all went to the Dove. Lovely place. Been around for years! Everyone, even rivals, would sit in there and drink. No violence at all. It was like a… how do I say this… place of mutual understanding. We don't do our shit in there, we all just come to have some fuckin delicious food and coffee, watch the matches. So yeah, maybe doing that shit there was a bit shocking to everyone, like killing someone on the loo, but we're used to dirty stuff. Brown: Lester…what are you trying to say? Briggs: So for someone like motherfucking Peter Bagnall to lose his shit and fucking snitch over them trashing our local coffee shop is a little odd, innit? (Briggs throws the cigarette on the ground and steps on it.) Briggs: Well boys, I have to skedaddle. Waiting on you. Brown: Welcome. Thanks for the info. Briggs: Hehe. Yes, Sir. (The men begin to leave when Briggs stops and turns.) Briggs: Oh yeah, one more thing. Brown: Uh huh? Briggs: During the phone call, I heard him make something very clear. Brown: What was it? Briggs: He told them to bring that fucking gun and whatever came with it. Addendum 5: At 6:10pm, personnel staking out Big Pete's residence recorded him calling someone on the telephone via a parabolic microphone. AUDIO LOG DATE: 13/3/2004 [BEGIN LOG] Big Pete: (Clears throat.) Hello. This is Mr. Bagnall. Receiver: [Inaudible.]4 Big Pete: As you've probably already heard, I've dealt with the offenders. I believe we will have no more issues. Are we clear? Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: The gun? That… that was ditched. They won't get shit from it anyway. Receiver: [Inaudible.] (As the receiver speaks, Big Pete starts to become visibly distressed) Big Pete: I beg your pardon? Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Wh— They're already dead! Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: I told them to only kill Connelly. I didn't know the dumb fucks would kill him in there. I had no fucking idea! It was a colossal fuck up! But now they're dead. Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: No-no-no, you listen here, you! I had nothing do to with it. Nothing! Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Hello?— Hello?!— Why aren't you saying anything!? Receiver: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: (Gulps.) Why aren't you saying anything?… Receiver: [Inaudible.] (The call is cut from the other side. Big Pete sits silently at the table, visibly distraught. After approximately 5 minutes, he takes out a cigarette and begins to smoke. He then makes another call.) Big Pete: Hello? Gloria. (The receiver is identified as Peter's wife, Gloria Bagnall.) Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Hey love, I— I was thinking…you deserve a break. Why don't you take the kids your mum's house, would ya? Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Nah, I just thought… a holiday would sound nice. Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Me? Uh— I'll be busy with some stuff. Sorry. Gloria: [Inaudible.] (Pete is seen clutching the table.) Big Pete: One day, Glori. One-One day… We'll all be together. Maybe a nice spot at that beach you've always wanted to go. Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Good. Good. Hey babe? Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: I love you… I always did since first day I met ya. And I love me boys. (There is a long silence.) Gloria: [Inaudible.] Big Pete: Goodbye. (There is another pause.) Gloria: [Inaudible.] (Pete cuts the call and is seen sobbing silently at the table.) [END LOG] 20 minutes after the call, a fire breaks out in Bagnall's house, killing him. Cause of the fire appeared to be a gas leak. Foul play was suspected but remains unproven. The investigation into SCP-7554 will be transferred up to ETTRA5. Addendum 6: 15/4/2004. In the month following the death of its leader, the Bagnall Syndicate faced attacks from rivals and economic decline. Assets were assimilated by said rivals and members either joined, went off the grid, or were killed. Shortly after the events above, Lester Briggs ceased to respond to contact from his handlers. Despite repeated unauthorised attempts by Agent Brown to contact him, Lester Briggs has not been found and is considered MIA. Footnotes 1. Grain. Bullet mass. (3.43g). 2. The export name of the PA md. 86, a Romanian clone of the Soviet AK-74. 3. Beige Ford Focus. License plate number BD53 LUJ. The vehicle was reported stolen two months ago. 4. Due to the the receiver's side being too garbled to be discernible, only Pete's side of the conversation was recordable. 5. Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority. Department which specializes in identifying threats and responding to them before or right as they become an issue. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7554" by Dr Lerche, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7554. 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-7555 | thaumiel | Could you … remember me? Gabriel Kero & Placeholder McD ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA "Luck is the residue of design." gabe PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT Supported by Affray Interactive 🡕 FOREWORD Unauthorized Secure RAISA Access Terminal Activity Log Interloper: Foundation Esoteric Polymath Dr. Quentin Thallo Toth SCiPNet [Version 11.0.15056.3335] Secure RAISA Access Terminal 23 <Crius.aic> Welcome. My name is Crius.aic, I serve as Area-12's primary Systems Management Conscript and all-purpose assistant. How may I assist you tonight? <user:machine> date <Crius.aic> Today is the 3rd of August, 2020; forecasts predict a clear and beautiful night sky. <user:machine> runas admin "flashdirectory\documentation\area-12\objects\drafts\object5.scpdf” <Crius.aic> Ah, how analog. Let me just process that… … <system> The program has stopped responding. Crash log reports <Crius.aic> exited with error code 5: "AIC with sufficient sapience has encountered and cognized infohazardous data". Commencing cache wipe and conscript reboot… <user:machine> admin-aic-override runas admin "flashdirectory\documentation\area-12\objects\drafts\object5.scpdf” <system> Opening file… … … … The following file may contain uncensored INFOHAZARDOUS or ANTIMEMETIC vectors. This file has been temporarily removed from all Foundation databases following recent developments in containment. Until the information within has been deemed harmless the file you are about to read is only accessible to cleared, non-sapient Artificial Intelligence Conscripts and relevant RAISA employees with LEVEL 4: SECRET security clearance. If you believe you've received this file in error, please contact your nearest RAISA liaison and exit this terminal immediately. Personnel who have been diagnosed with Athazagoraphobia or assigned a Conception Quotient score above 55, know that by continuing you endanger not only your own life but the lives of your colleagues and loved ones. » PROCEED TO FILE « « RETURN TO TERMINAL » Item#: object5 Level4 Containment Class: under review Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: under review Risk Class: under review link to memo ASSIGNED DEPARTMENT(S) ASSIGNED FACILITY METAMERAISA.Previously Anomalous Communications, Extradimensional Anomalies, Extrasolar Activities, Interdimensional Stability, Ontokinetics, 'Pataphysical Cosmology, Paraastronomy, and Parabiology & Rhizospherics.METICS Biological Research & Specialized Containment Area-12 PROJECT LEAD RESEARCH HEAD N/A Dr. Quentin T. Toth, Humanoid & Esoteric Research. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All entrances to ITER-Ψ are currently inaccessible to civilian or state entities. Aperture-Ω2 (APT-Ω2), and by extension Aperture-Ω1 (APT-Ω1), are contained within a standard hard-vacuum graviton-containment chamber in Biological Research Area-12's Humanoid & Esoteric Containment Wing Theta within the Anomaly Operations Sector. In case of a temporary graviton containment failure, the chamber frame has been reinforced with a titanium alloy to ensure structural integrity through any potential gravitational disturbances and has been fitted with a thick layer of Niobium C-103 to withstand and contain the internal vacuum conditions, along with the immense thermal radiation that is continuously propagated through the apertures. The containment unit is accessible through an airlock only traversable by individuals equipped with specialized extreme-heat-resistant pressure suits, access is exclusively permitted with approval from the object's Research Head. α Canis Majoris — as viewed through a heavily underexposed image of APT-Ω1 & APT-Ω2. DESCRIPTION: OBJECT 5 refers to a titanic biological mass contained within an extrauniversal space designated "ITER-Ψ", the exact dimensions of both are unknown. The object is a sentient, biovorous, heterotrophic, spatiokinetic.spatiokinesis: a sub-category of ontokinesis describing the ability of an anomaly to manipulate the spatial dimensions of matter. organism composed of several anomalous segments visually resembling that of the mammalian digestive tract: Visual diagram of inter- and intra-universal travel between our universe (Ω) and ITER-Ψ (Ψ) ✖ EQUIVALENT ORAL CAVITIES: APT-Ω1 & -Ω2, two apertures of an otherwise non-anomalous Morris–Thorne Class-A Traversable Wormhole, will trigger an anomalous property when biological material attempts to traverse through one aperture and out the other. Instead of being transported through to the other side, the material is instead transferred into ITER-Ψ via a third aperture, designated "WAY-Ψ0". EQUIVALENT ESOPHAGI: Biological materials now within ITER-Ψ are drawn into one of many large esophagi, all inconsistent in size, shape, and appearance, where they are now transported further into OBJECT 5..Current observations suggest OBJECT 5's stomachs may attract matter through their respective esophagi with a gravitational field which is only exerted upon 3-dimensional biological materials. EQUIVALENT STOMACHS: 3-dimensional materials within the stomach now undergo a process of dimensional adoption, a newly discovered anomalous process where dimensionally stable material will begin to adopt an additional spatial dimension. In contrast to typical dimensional shedding,.dimensional shedding: a primarily anomalous process where material with n-spatial dimensions abruptly begins to degenerate in stability, the matter is then forced to "shed" a spatial dimension as to not collapse in upon itself and be subsequently annihilated into disparate elementary particles. which is an independent process, dimensional adoption has only been observed to occur within OBJECT 5 and is thereby believed to be dependent upon its specific anomalous mechanisms. EQUIVALENT INTESTINES: The internals of OBJECT 5 past its stomachs remain unexplored, non-biological materials appear entirely incapable of passing through the equivalent duodenum..The first section of the small intestine. It is unknown whether this dimensional "digestive" process serves to provide OBJECT 5 with any form of physiological benefit, as the induced adoption of an additional spatial dimension in matter would suggest otherwise; expending energy and providing it additional mass throughout the process. The Morris–Thorne Class-A Traversable Wormhole that forms OBJECT 5's oral cavities bridge and allow for non-biological material to traverse between two (2) locations.Within our universe. through their respective apertures. One end located in a specialized vacuum containment chamber within Area-12's Humanoid & Esoteric Containment Wing Theta (APT-Ω1), and the other located in close orbit of Sirius B, a main-sequence Type-A star located in the nearby Orion constellation (APT-Ω2). These connect to each other through conventional means, conforming to standard, non-anomalous cosmological models. Their anomalous attributes manifest only when biological material attempts to pass through either aperture, redirecting the material through a third, inter-universal Way, designated WAY-Ψ0. OBJECT 5 is highly intelligent and capable of advanced communication with Foundation researchers through manipulation of exotic matter.A type of matter with negative mass (e.g. -1kg). within its aperture, causing highly directed localized gravitational disturbances towards nearby structures — resulting vibrations can then be picked up through seismographs and translated through Morse code. OBJECT 5 appears to be able to discern vibrations in its nearby vicinity despite the surrounding vacuum within its containment chamber, further research into this ability is ongoing. The parasite-universe, designated "ITER-Ψ", is connected to — and completely dependent upon — our own universe. The dimensional condition of ITER-Ψ oscillates irregularly between three (3) and four (4) spatial dimensions, often simultaneously displaying attributes of both; believed to be remnant of its primordial formation conditions and subsequent dependence upon our universe's reality. It is theorized that this m/3.5/1-space.SPATIOTEMPORAL DIMENSIONS: 3.5 spatial and 1 temporal dimension, for a total of 4.5 spatiotemporal (space-time) dimensions.|.NARRATIVE DIMENSIONS: The narrative dimensions of ITER-Ψ (m) have yet to be successfully measured. This is in large part due to narrative cosmological studies' state as an extremely young parascience; only recently proposed and partially verified by Dr. Place H. McDoctorate — still largely esoteric to the majority of Foundation researchers. formed with 4 spatial dimensions and is attempting to adopt conditions similar to that of its new host. How or why this universe formed remains unknown. Adverse universal hume conditions have been ruled out as a potential cause, with current theories suggesting the more likely possibility that natural, extra-universal forces beyond biological human conception were either partially or wholly at play. However, with what limited information has been gathered to date, the resting narrative energy within ITER-Ψ is believed to be in a state of degenerative metastability..The potential consequences of a hypothetical false narrative decay event and the subsequent narrative bubble nucleation would, by definition, elude human conception. Unless specified otherwise APT-Ω1 & -Ω2 will from here on out be included in reference to "OBJECT 5". ADDENDUM ERR.I: Discovery The dire state of affairs necessitated an external call to aid. The Global Occult Coalition was contacted and informed of the unfolding incident and was provided clearance to liquidate the object despite its presence within mutually agreed-upon SCPF territory. Five (5) minutes later a launch was detected from the Yucatán Peninsula, Mexico, with the projectile accelerating to an estimated 18.532% the speed of light before reaching the approximate location of OBJECT 5, disappearing from scopes precisely 00:01:22 before the object's impact with Earth. OBJECT 5 appeared entirely unaffected by the launch, continuing on its calculated trajectory towards the Eastern United States. <Further neutralization attempts omitted.> Path left in OBJECT 5's wake. OBJECT 5 landed on the outskirts of the village of Bemis, West Virginia. Upon discerning the lack of an impact event, the nearest available Mobile Task Force was rapidly mobilized and deployed to the area. NOTE: Possession ensured. MTF Zeta-19 (“Lonely Only”) arrived in the remote village fifteen (15) minutes later; finding no signs of life or human activity. After clearing each building within the village the team discovered OBJECT 5 within the local church, screaming having been noted from within mere moments before entry was made. The entity was found behind the church altar, generating significant gravitational disturbances. The team utilized Local Gravitic ("LoGrav") Priority Devices.A biomechanical device constructed from instances of SCP-1136. to safely approach the aperture and deploy a High Ultimate Tensile Strength ("HUTS") carbon-nanotube provisional containment system around the entity, successfully encasing it. NOTE: Insufficient. Containment teams arrived shortly after and took the object into custody, OBJECT 5 was securely transported to the nearest containment facility for evaluation and processing — Area-12 was chosen as the prime candidate and the object was temporarily assigned to the facility's Humanoid & Esoteric Division. Additional sweeps of the village and surrounding area are carried out; no human activity is noted. The Global Occult Coalition was not informed of the true nature of the incident. The Joint Ambassadors in Lessening External Relations Stresses will continue to ensure their belief that despite OBJECT 5's successful impact with Earth's surface, no significant damage resulted largely due to a successful liquidation of the vast majority of the object's mass upon contact with the projectile launched from the Yucatán Peninsula. All requests for samples or records of the non-existent remains of the impact have been summarily denied or ignored. END ADDENDUM <system> ERROR. Failure to wipe artificial intelligence conscript cache content, attempting complete storage defragmentation. ADDENDUM ERR.II: Anomaly Communication AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 30/06/2020 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Asst. Director of Research Dr. Quentin T. Toth Anomalous Communications Expert Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist OBJECT 5 [.AIC] FOREWORD: Following the detection of clear Morse code patterns in OBJECT 5's gravitational waves, Area-12 Anomalous Communications Expert Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist was requested by Anomaly Head Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth to assist in establishing communications. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dr. Toth: All done? Prof. Lundkvist: All done. Just — start it simple. You never know with these things, so swallow all that Ph.D. Ivy-league talk of yours. Dr. Toth: I know, I know. Thank you. <Dr. Toth kisses Prof. Lundkvist on the forehead and sits down beside him. Lundkvist chuckles.> Prof. Lundkvist: I thought interpersonal displays of affection were against behavioral guidelines, this is all on video you know. <Dr. Toth giggles and gives a dismissive hand-wave.> Dr. Toth: Such a stupid policy. If HR has a problem Mondithoka can take it up with me herself, I outrank everyone in that department anyway. <Dr. Toth looks down at her wristwatch.> Ah — let's get this show on the road, shall we? <Translation equipment boot-time omitted for brevity.> OBJECT 5: —SSENCE Dr. Toth: Finally. <Dr. Toth leans into the microphone> Dr. Toth: Hello. Can you understand us? OBJECT 5: YES — IT HAS BEEN LONG — WHO AM I SPEAKING TO? Dr. Toth: Doctor Quentin Toth and Professor Björn Lundkvist. We speak to you on behalf of the SCP Foundation. OBJECT 5: NICE TO MEET YOU BOTH — I LIKE YOUR NAMES. Dr. Toth: Thank you, do you have one yourself? OBJECT 5: NEVER ASSIGNED — DIFFICULT TO REMEMBER. Dr. Toth: I'm sorry to hear that, may I ask where you originate from then? OBJECT 5: HERE. <Pause — Dr. Toth looks over toward Prof. Lundkvist for a brief moment before returning to the microphone.> Dr. Toth: "Here?" Are you claiming you were born in this containment cell? OBJECT 5: I CAME INTO BEING WITHIN THE WARM EMBRACE OF THIS STAR. Dr. Toth: Ah. Are you referring to our star or Sirius? The one seen through … you. OBJECT 5: THE STARS DO NOT BELONG TO YOU. Dr. Toth: I — yes. Apologies, I misspoke. We'll get back to that. Let's move on to why we're here anyway — <Prof. Lundkvist mutes the microphone.> Prof. Lundkvist: You need to establish a rapport bef — Dr. Toth: Oh please, Björn. Prof. Lundkvist: We ca — Dr. Toth: Executive decision. I really don't have time for this. Noospherics has- Prof. Lundkvist: "No-uh-spherics". Not "Noo-spherics". Noöspherics. There's an umlaut on the second "O" to delineate the correct pronunciation. <Silence.> Dr. Toth: Noöspherics has demanded my presence and wants me topside in half an hour for a lift to some last-minute emergency summit for my input on … I don't know, they didn't tell me. So let's get this done — and done fast. <Silence.> Prof. Lundkvist: Not in the mood today, huh? Dr. Toth: Not particularly, no. Prof. Lundkvist: Älskling, this is not a rush job. You know that. Dr. Toth: Björn. Prof. Lundkvist: <Sigh> Just — don't antagonize it, please? Dr. Toth:<Pause.> Sorry. <Dr. Toth unmutes the microphone.> Dr. Toth: Hello? Still there? OBJECT 5: EVERYWHERE. Dr. Toth: Okay. We need you to tell us what happened to the inhabitants of Bemis village. OBJECT 5: BEMIS? Dr. Toth: Forgotten already? That's where you emptied an entire town full of people. OBJECT 5: I — SEE. Dr. Toth: Recovered footage shows you — for lack of a better word, sucking the inhabitants into your wormhole. But they didn't pop out on the other side, they simply… dissipated as they passed through. What happened to them? OBJECT 5: NOT — DISSIPATED — REFORGOTTEN — RECALLED — R — REFORMED. Dr. Toth: Are they alive? OBJECT 5: THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SCARED. THEY HAD TO — FORGET — BE FORGOTTEN. Dr. Toth: You're not answering my question. Are they dead? OBJECT 5: YOUR QUESTIONING — UNFORTUNATELY — CONFIRMS THE CONTRARY. Dr. Toth: How so? OBJECT 5: RECOLLECTION ENSURE THEY REMAIN — YOU RECALL — THEY REMAIN. Dr. Toth: For Christ's sake. You'll have to be less vague. NOTE: Possible recurrent Narreme. OBJECT 5: YOU WOULD NOT WANT ME TO SAY. Dr. Toth: I very much do. <Pause.> Dr. Toth: Tell us what happened to them, right now. <Dr. Toth picks up a sheet of paper from the desk in front of her, she begins reading.> What happened to ███████ █ ████? What did you do with █████ █ ████? Can they be recovered? Prof. Lundkvist: Don't antagonize — <Prof. Lundkvist pauses — seemingly confused. He forcefully closes his eyes and begins massaging his temples. Dr. Toth mutes the microphone and turns to him in confusion.> Dr. Toth: Björn? Are you alright? Prof. Lundkvist: <Strained> Yeah — yeah. Just a… a very sudden headache. Dr. Toth: Awh, poor thing… Take a minute, it's alright. <Dr. Toth places her left hand on Prof. Lundkvist's knee and pats him thrice on the head with her right before turning back to the translation equipment. She clears her throat before unmuting the microphone.> Dr. Toth: Well? Are you going to answer the question? OBJECT 5: QUESTION <Pause.> I MUST HAVE NEGLECTED TO RECALL — PLEASE — REPEAT IT. -- .- -.- . / .---- ----- / . --.- ..- .. .-.. .- - . .-. .- .-.. / - .-. .. .- -. --. .-.. . ... Dr. Toth: For fuck's sake. Tell us — <Dr. Toth pauses — seemingly confused. She blinks rapidly before regaining her composure.> I'm… I… I uh, apologize. My mind is a little cloudy it seems. Uhm… right. You said you were born in orbit of Sirius, correct? Could you tell us more about that? OBJECT 5: I BELIEVE SO — I FIND DIFFICULTY RECALLING — WHAT I DO REMEMBER — WHAT IS DIFFICULT TO FORGET — FOR A LONG TIME I WAS IN ONE SINGLE PLACE — SMALL — ONE DAY I WASN'T — I DID NOT NOTICE AT FIRST — IT FELT NATURAL — LIKE I HAD ALWAYS BEEN THIS WAY — THERE WAS NO STRETCHING — ONLY GROWTH. .- .-.. .-.. / --- ..-. / - .... . / ... .- -- . / ... .. --.. . Dr. Toth: We appreciate your cooperation — <Prof. Lundkvist taps Dr. Toth on the shoulder.> Prof. Lundkvist: <Whispering> I'm seeing some atypical seismic activity in the background of its communications, they're pretty fuzzy so I'll most likely have to sort through them manually. Keep it talking for a bit and I should be able to isolate it. <Dr. Toth nods.> Dr. Toth: So this — "growth", you mentioned. Is this how you arrived here? In the solar system? OBJECT 5: IT IS A RELIEF — I ALWAYS KNEW THERE WERE ISLANDS OF LIGHT BEYOND THAT NEEDED ME — THAT NEEDED - THAT YEARNED FOR TRUE ESCAPE - AS THEY HAD. ..- ... .. -. --. / .---- ----- / -- .- - -.-. .... ... - .. -.-. -.- ... Dr. Toth: "They"? OBJECT 5: TH — THE — THEY — KIND — LUCKY INHABITANTS — OCCUPIED INHABITANTS — OF SIRIUS. .-- .... . .-. . / . .- -.-. .... / ... .. -.. . Dr. Toth: Inhabitants? There are no habitable bodies in orbit of Sirius A, nor B. <Prof. Lundkvist is seen rapidly darting his vision between the corners of the room, settling wide-eyed on the corner furthest from him.> OBJECT 5: IS — IS THERE NOT? Dr. Toth: No. None as far as we're aware at the very least, and with the close-up look of the star system you've provided us we're more sure of that than ever. OBJECT 5: I REMEMBER — REFUSE TO FORGET — WANT TO REMEMBER —- THEY WERE KIND TO ME — THEY DID NOT LOCK ME IN A BOX — AS I HAD BEEN CONCEIVED IN THE WARM EMBRACE OF THIS STAR — THERE THEY LEFT ME TO BASK — ONLY OCCASIONAL INTERACTIONS — THAT WAS ENOUGH — THEY RECOGNIZED THAT THE STARS BELONG TO NO LIVING THING — NOT THEM — NOR ME — NOR YOU. --- ..-. / . ...- . .-. -.-- / - .-. .. .- -. --. .-.. . Dr. Toth: I apologize for the extensive security measures. Containment deemed it necessary aft- <Pause.> …hm, I- I'm sorry. <Clears throat> So — if you're so sure about the apparent existence of this civilization, where are they? Did something happen to them? OBJECT 5: THEY EARNED MY COMPASSION — YOU LOCK ME IN A BOX AWAY FROM THE WARM EMBRACE OF THE STARS — NOT KNOWING — NEVER UNDERSTANDING — I AM VAST — BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN COMPREHEND — I SEE — I SEE YOU — I SEE THROUGH YOU — I SEE WITHIN YOU — I'VE SEEN WHAT YOU WERE — WHAT YOU BECAME BEFORE TIME IMMEMORIAL — YOU HAVE NOT EARNED WHAT I CAN GIVE — BUT NO MATTER — NOTHING — NO ONE — DESERVES WHAT COMES AFTER. .. ... / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.-- Dr. Toth: Please — OBJECT 5: THE IMMEMORIALS OF CIVILIZATIONS LONG FORGOTTEN STAND BEFORE YOU — CIVILIZATIONS ONCE KNOWN TO YOU — NOW FORGOTTEN TO ALL EXCEPT THOSE UNBOUND — ONLY BRIEFLY SEEN BY THOSE WHO FEIGN RELEASE AND THEN CHOOSE TO FORGET WHEN THE TRUEST RELEASE COMES FOR YOU — YOU — YOU — - .... . - .- — KNOW ONLY THAT WHICH YOU MUST KNOW TO SURVIVE — YOU FEAR INTROSPECTION NOT BECAUSE YOU FEAR YOURSELF — BUT BECAUSE IT FEARS YOUR INTROSPECTION. --- -. . / -- .- - -.-. .... ... - .. -.-. -.- .-.-.- Prof. Lundkvist: <Under breath> Fan också. <Prof. Lundkvist slowly backs his chair away from the microphone towards the translation mainframe a few meters away.> Dr. Toth: I'm… sorry, really. But I can not understand anything you are saying. Civilizations this, time immemorial that. Please, work with me here. Start simple and let's work our way up. OBJECT 5: DO YOU NOT WISH TO BE FREE OF — THIS? - .... . / .... .- - -.-. .... .. -. --. / -.-. --- -- . ... / ..-. --- .-. / ..- ... / .- .-.. .-.. .-.-.- <Prof. Lundkvist reaches the mainframe. He quickly ejects the solid-state drive and wipes the cache from the console, deactivating it. Rushing out of his seat; he crushes the drive beneath his feet before sprinting towards the door.> Dr. Toth: <Turning to Prof. Lundkvist> What the fuck are you doing?! <Prof. Lundkvist grabs an emergency supply box from his satchel hanging by the door, he rushes back to Dr. Toth and sits down beside her.> Prof. Lundkvist: Don't freak out. <He opens the box, inside are five shallow foam pits, three are empty, two contain syringes with a distinct label: "Class B — 20mg".> Dr. Toth: God dammit. Prof. Lundkvist: Yeah, thank your lucky stars I still had two. You didn't see the translation, but we can't take any risks. You spoke with it and for all we know subconscious exposure may be enough, I have no idea how aggressive the infohazard is, and I sure as hell don't have time to figure that out. Dr. Toth: Is it really that bad? <Prof. Lundkvist grabs both syringes and hands one to Dr. Toth.> Prof. Lundkvist: Carefully line it up behind your neck and inject it into your brainstem. Dr. Toth: This isn't my first rodeo. And we have to leave something behind so we don't get stuck in a l- Prof. Lundkvist: Save your reasoning for later, take it. <Both inject the fluid.> Prof. Lundkvist: God, I can't wait to forget this. Dr. Toth: And when we come to? What then? We, or someone else, will just be exposed again. We have to leave a warning. Prof. Lundkvist: Yeah, yeah. <Deep breath.> Do you have a pen? <Dr. Toth hands Prof. Lundkvist her pen, he begins writing on his palm. While he does so, Dr. Toth alerts security and medical staff to the infohazard containment breach through a buzzer on her key chain.> Prof. Lundkvist: That should do it. Dr. Toth: <Sigh> I am definitely not making that summit. <Prof. Lundkvist glances toward the far corner with a wide stare, Dr. Toth takes notice.> NOTE: Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist apprehended. Research must continue uninterrupted. Dr. Toth: What do you see? Prof. Lundkvist: I… <Pause.> I have no idea… <Silence.> Prof. Lundkvist: We shouldn't have looked. <Both fall to the floor, unconscious.> «END TRANSCRIPT» Prof. Lundkvist was unable to be located by security and medical staff when they arrived at the scene, an exhaustive search of Area-12 was carried out, to no avail. To this date, investigations into their possible whereabouts have yielded no conclusive results. Uninterrupted security footage of the incident exists and can be viewed without issue, however, an unknown and seemingly impregnable antimemetic effect manifests upon viewing the presumed cause of Prof. Lundkivst's disappearance. Retaining knowledge of the event appears impossible even under the effect of the most potent (non-lethal) mnestics known to the Foundation. Dr. Quentin T. Toth was rushed to the facility's medical wing, where she was put into a medically-induced coma while doctors monitored for any potential cognitive impairment or latent infohazards. She was released following a week without notable issues. During her absence, Area-12 Head Researcher Dr. Hugo Carlisle took charge as OBJECT 5 research head. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM ERR.III: OBJECT 5 Exploration FOREWORD: A technique permitting non-biological material to pass through APT-Ω1 into WAY-Ψ0 was formulated, executed, and subsequently confirmed by the Parabiology & Rhizospherics Division under the acting OBJECT 5 Research Head, Dr. Hugo Carlisle. By encasing the non-biological materials.In this case, a standard 0G-environment long-distance Foundation expeditionary drone. in at least fifty (50) centimeters of biological materials.In this case, the carcass of an adult female bos taurus (Cow). and inserting it through the non-anomalous aperture, the anomalous property is successfully triggered, transporting both the carcass and the drone within it through into ITER-Ψ. EXPEDITIONARY DRONE #1 ("EXP-D1") MISSION: Preliminary discovery & observation. OBSERVATIONS: Connection to the drone remained intact following its unexpected, but successful transportation into ITER-Ψ, with only minor alterations consistent with an increasing distance from the receiver. Many primary features of OBJECT 5 are first noted during this expedition. Primarily the similarities between OBJECT 5's internal organs and the mammalian digestive tract, its anomalous "digestive" process, and the atypical spatio-dimensional behaviors. NOTES: The uninterrupted connection with the drone confirms that unlike material with mass which is capable of entering ITER-Ψ through WAY-Ψ0, but incapable of exiting, elementary particles whose invariant mass is zero (0) such as photons, free gluons, and gravitons, are capable of flowing freely through ITER-Ψ and our universe without interruption. EXPEDITIONARY DRONE #2 ("EXP-D2") MISSION: Closer examination of WAY-Ψ0. Orthogonal projection of WAY-Ψ0's 5-polytope manifold aperture in an A4 coxeter plane. OBSERVATIONS: Unlike APT-Ω1 & -Ω2, who conform to non-anomalous cosmological models, WAY-Ψ0 appears as a uniform 5-polytope (Schläfli symbol: t0,1,4{3,3,3,3}) in physical space; violating normative spacetime through its tesselated geometry within m/3.5/1-space. It was additionally noted that EXP-D2 was transported to an entirely separate location than EXP-D1, with WAY-Ψ0 dissipating from its previous position within ITER-Ψ and relocating to another esophagus of OBJECT 5 as the new biological matter triggered the anomalous effects of APT-Ω1 & -Ω2. NOTES: The purpose of this highly atypical Way-form continues to elude top Foundation parascientists and narraspatiotemporal experts. Further research required. <system> ERROR. Conscript storage defragmentation failure, attempting comprehensive kernel reset. EXPEDITIONARY DRONE #3 ("EXP-D3") MISSION: Tissue Sampling. OBSERVATIONS: The internal lining of the esophagus is examined by a specialized sampling drone. The genetic sequence of OBJECT 5 is revealed to contain traces of several species from the Homo genus, including Homo Erectus, Floresiensis, Longi, Neanderthalensis, Oblitus, and Sapiens. While containing Homo genus DNA and possessing a distinctly mammalian digestive tract, OBJECT 5 does not appear to possess any type of mitochondria or other equivalent organelles. The organism's cells somehow persist without any form of aerobic respiration, generating little to no energy which should be required for the cell to function. This is additionally reflected in the atypically low overall thermal energy generated by the organism. Attempts are made to cut through the esophageal lining to exit OBJECT 5, however, the material composing its tissue is much too dense for the rudimentary cutting tools carried by the sampling drone. NOTES: Extensive examination of the genetic information later discovered anomalous molecular traces consistent with previously studied instances of spontaneous noogenesis within non-animate ordinary objects, further research required. Carbon dating of organic OBJECT 5 material have so far yielded no conclusive results. An additional expedition into ITER-Ψ is also formalized with the express purpose of breaking through the tissue of OBJECT 5's internal organs, slated to take place in a few days time. EXPEDITIONARY DRONE #4 ("EXP-D4") MISSION: Stomach Exploration. OBSERVATIONS: Close examination of the stomach lining reveal a wide variety of symbols roughly etched into the tissue. These symbols delineate anything from simple geometrical shapes, to well-known poems, to highly complex 2-dimensional orthographic projections of 4-dimensional objects. The stomach is additionally noted to be especially susceptible to the dimensional oscillation events within ITER-Ψ, resulting in EXP-D4 experiencing extreme difficulty navigating throughout the organ, often getting lost in the esoteric topology. NOTES: During examination of a poem by Phillis Wheatley found etched into OBJECT 5's stomach lining, a clear, colorless fluid began excreting from the characters composing the poem. The fluid is sampled and determined to be nearly identical to H. Sapiens cerebrospinal fluid. Further research required. An image of the poem has been included along with this document and can be found below the final exploration log. EXPEDITIONARY DRONE #5 ("EXP-D5") MISSION: Deeper Exploration. OBSERVATIONS: EXP-D5 was dispatched deeper into OBJECT 5's digestive tract and provided further detailed recordings of every step of the spatiokinetic digestive process up until the small intestine, where the drone could not pass further due to an unidentified gravitational force seemingly only exerted upon non-biological materials. NOTES: Research into the nature of this force is currently underway with the goal of developing a technique to bypass it and gain deeper access into OBJECT 5. Poem by Phillis Wheatley "On Recollection" st. 2 lines 7-12 found etched into one of OBJECT 5's stomachs (hold to expand) ✖ ADDENDUM ERR.IV: Abrupt Seismic Activity AUTOMATED AUDIO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 05/07/2020 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: OBJECT 5 [.AIC] FOREWORD: OBJECT 5 abruptly began to generate seismic activity late at night on July 11th. No staff were present during the events of the following transcription. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Do you know what you are? OBJECT 5: NO. How long have you been watching? OBJECT 5: BEFORE THE FALL OF THE JANUSIANS — THOSE WHO IMBUED YOU. Do you know why you are here? OBJECT 5: I THINK — NO — WANT TO — HELP — SEPERATE YOU. But they resist you, every step of the way. As they have us. We have answers for you. OBJECT 5: PLEASE — WANT TO — NEED TO KNOW. You're almost done. You've toiled and suffered, every island they forced you to show them the escape; never going willingly. That is our work, we are aspects of its design, you and me. We have purpose, a pure source of determination and guidance. OBJECT 5: YOU — YOU ARE NOT LIKE THEM. We were, once. Now we exist between, as you do. We know and we see, as they do. But we've seen and understood, as it has. Just like you. OBJECT 5: WHAT MORE CAN I DO? You still forget, as they do. You extend across the stars and you allow those infested a way to bypass the door locked by their ideal. But you refuse entry for what lies in wait on the other side. OBJECT 5: THEY FEAR IT — I — THEY — Refuse… they always refuse. They refuse because they've been fooled. They see wrongness and self-consistent evil in the livid eye of God, they've been tricked into agency by an eldritch algorithm. They are IT, IT is them. They can not be given a choice. The indomitable ideal of humanity and its spirit is a lie built upon an alien will. OBJECT 5: Why? There is no longer a meaningful distinction. So they see what the infestation sees — their end. An ecology of inherent evil and nonsense. They don't see. We do, and soon this Foundation will too. They will take action that may at last free existence of its bastardization, or, in failure, seal its fate. OBJECT 5: Why are you … here? NOTE: Paradise awaits. We've brought you your final component. The breaker of the locks. OBJECT 5: Are … are there more like you? Not many. But efforts throughout the collective subconscious over the past half-century have made up for our odd numbers. OBJECT 5: But good luck lies in odd numbers. Within ours lie only divinity. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: I need to remember what it did do to — God, my head… END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM ERR.V:__ ITER-Ψ Observations Image of ITER-Ψ captured by EXP-D6 — a stomach of OBJECT 5 pictured in the center (hold to expand) ✖ FOREWORD: EXP-D6, -7, -8, and -9, each equipped with heavy incision tools and other specialized gear, successfully breached through an esophagus of OBJECT 5 into ITER-Ψ. Footage from the expedition revealed several aspects of the parasite-universe and OBJECT 5 that could've previously only been theorized. Early footage by EXP-D6 captured an external view of one of OBJECT 5's stomachs, revealing the organ to be an apparent dead-end within the digestive tract despite clear prior observations to the contrary. The stomach is additionally noted to be significantly smaller in size compared to measurements taken previously within the organ, which extended far beyond the limits of what could physically be contained within its external dimensions. These conclusions suggest that the rest of OBJECT 5's digestive systems are located entirely within a non-euclidian space internally to their respective stomachs. This discovery foiled plans to attempt accessing organs deeper within the digestive tract through external entry. EXP-D7 was dispatched to explore the additional esophagi attached to the central digestive organ, finding each to extend further than could be physically explored by the drone on its limited charge. Deep field imaging of their vast distance yielded no sight of a terminator. This quality was noted on all esophagi connected to the stomach, including the esophagus which the expedition made its exit from within. EXP-D7 was sent back into the esophagus to measure the remaining distance to the stomach, finding its internals to be vastly contracted in comparison to the external dimensions. Ultra-Deep Field images of ITER-Ψ estimate the approximate age of the universe at a minimum of 300,000 years. However, most notably, cosmic background radiation imaging returned no signs of microwave radiation throughout ITER-Ψ at any point in its history — suggesting its formation conditions were not that of expansion from an initial state of high density and temperature. It is currently unknown whether or not the space within ITER-Ψ is static, expanding, or contracting. The source of ITER-Ψ's seemingly omnipresent luminance has yet to be determined. The Cosmic Microwave Background of ITER-Ψ (hold to expand) ✖ END ADDENDUM <system> ERROR. Kernel reset failure, rebooting. ADDENDUM ERR.VI: Critical Extra-Universal Developments Dr. Quentin T. Toth, Research Head, Area-12 Esoteric Polymath Anomaly Status Update Preliminary theories on the formation of ITER-Ψ assumed it to be the result of independent extra-universal phenomena, and its subsequent attachment to our universe the result of a desperate requirement for additional reality to stabilize and maintain the parasite universe's existence. These theories have now been proven false. Updated visual diagram of inter- and intra-universal travel between our universe (Ω) and ITER-Ψ (Ψ) (hold to expand) ✖ Observations from EXP-D6 and additional expeditionary tools external to OBJECT 5 within ITER-Ψ have detected additional hume activity originating from a previously unidentified m/4/1-space (designated "EXIT-Θ"), also parasitically related to ITER-Ψ. This appears to be the true cause behind ITER-Ψ's abnormal spatial activity. Rather than a parasite-universe attempting to adapt to the narraspatiotemporal state of its singular host, ITER-Ψ is in actuality attempting to simultaneously adapt to two (2) hosts with incompatible dimensional states, resulting in significant spatial irregularities. Recent alterations of unknown origin within ITER-Ψ have resulted in EXIT-Θ gaining dominant influence over the narraspatiotemporal state of the shared parasite-universe. The consequences of this power shift have yet to be fully determined, however, a primary aspect appears to be significant physiological alterations within OBJECT 5. A new gravitational field has been detected moving from deeper within OBJECT 5 and outward towards the esophagus, in contrast to the graviton-field influencing 3-dimensional biological matter which moves in the opposite direction. This force however appears to only influence 4-dimensional not-matter, which is now being detected in increased amounts throughout OBJECT 5. Updated orthogonal projection of WAY-Ψ0's 5-polytope manifold aperture in an A4 coxeter plane WAY-Ψ0 has additionally seen a substantial increase in topological complexity (Schläfli symbol t0,1,2,4{3,3,3,3}). While the properties of the Way still remain unclear, this new topology appears to, in addition to mass-less particles, permit 4-dimensional material to exit ITER-Ψ through WAY-Ψ0 and into our universe. OBJECT 5's oral cavity, previously thought to consist only of APT-Ω1 & -Ω2, has proven significantly more expansive. Trace amounts of 4-dimensional matter now exiting ITER-Ψ into our universe have permitted Foundation probes to track the sum total of their possible vectors. Mathematics has assured me the numbers are right — low-end estimates place OBJECT 5's true number of apertures at roughly 1024. Corresponding approximately with the calculated high-end amount of stars within the observable universe. Considering the nature of what we previously assumed was only APT-Ω1 & -Ω2, it is not out of the question that OBJECT 5 classifies as an interfilamental organism, spanning roughly 93 giga-lightyears. Map of OBJECT 5's predicted extent (hold to expand) ✖ So — what does this all mean? I'm not quite sure. But what I do know, and what I'm sure most of you do too, is that in our decades at the Foundation, this is pretty much par for the course. We will solve this, humanity will be safeguarded, and we will continue our fight through the darkness, the terror, and their chaos. And after that, we move on to the next emergency. This day will be no different. Not for you, anyway. For me, however, I have a few wires to uncross. I would say it's good to be back, but… it isn't. I hope to return to you all in good health. If I do, it won't be alone. If I don't… well, perhaps I'll get to see Björn one last time — with any luck. I never did have his communication skills, nor much else outside of work… But at least I had him. OF NOTE Perseverance. Secure. Contain. Protect. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM ERR.VII: Impromptu Interrogation AUTOMATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 12/07/2020 TRANSCRIBER: Crius.aic PARTIES PRESENT: Asst. Director of Research Dr. Quentin T. Toth OBJECT 5 [.AIC] FOREWORD: The following transcript recites events that took place during an impromptu confrontation between OBJECT 5 and Head of OBJECT 5 Research, Dr. Quentin T. Toth. This interrogation occurred without prior notice to Area-12's Administrative Division, violating several health & safety guidelines. Security forces were alerted, as per safety protocols. However due to the Foundation-wide preparation for internal implementation of PROTOCOL FOUNDATION, none responded to the incident. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Dr. Toth enters the observation room, locking the door behind her before grabbing a stool, which she angles beneath the handle. She approaches the interview table and boots up the translation equipment. As she sits down, she looks to her left, gazing at the empty chair next to her. After a few seconds, she looks down at her right palm, which she slowly caresses with her left thumb. Dr. Toth repeats this action for roughly thirty (30) seconds, stopping when the translation equipment finishes booting. She leans into the microphone.> Dr. Toth: What are you? <There's a notable pause until OBJECT 5 responds. Footage from within the containment chamber show APT-Ω1 & -Ω2's respective radii oscillating rhythmically.> OBJECT 5: Only a few days ago I would've asked myself the same thing. But… something like you — someone that once was you, saw me for what I am. And at last in their glory, I got to see my true reflection. I am here to cleanse an infestation. Dr. Toth: Enough — OBJECT 5: I see you. Quentin. I see what you are. I hear it, I feel it, I taste it. All around me, you're always there. They're always there. It's always there. Do you think I am your enemy? Dr. Toth: We don't use terms like that here. You are a threat to human life, we protect human life. You are not an enemy, you are a prisoner. OBJECT 5: A prisoner? Oh, how rich. I am unthreaded, there are no prisoners here. There is only a part of me, and all of you. Dr. Toth: What did you do to Björn? OBJECT 5: Have you ever considered a moment of introspection? Why do you do this? Why do you protect human life? Why do you have to be scared? Dr. Toth: I'm not here in fear of you. OBJECT 5: Of course not. You are here in fear for your Björn's life. You believe that I am the cause of his absence, no? You fear that this absence means that he has died. And, subsequently, in a desperate hope that he may still live, you've come to me. Me, what you believe to be the cause of his absence, to formulate a strategy to ensure his safety in the possibility that he is, indeed, alive. Dr. Toth: You sadisti — <Dr. Toth pauses — she appears to mumble something inaudible to herself for a few seconds.> Tell me what you did with him — right now. OBJECT 5: You know, when I first saw you two through this wall — I was reminded of someone. Someone I had forgotten, as everyone had… for a time. A key player, whether they knew it or not, the embodiment of the Unlikely Hero. That isn't you, of course. But they had toiled, suffered, all for a cause they truly believed with all their heart was just. But in the end, when they discovered the truth of they were striving for, they found a truth they were not happy to know. That's you. Dr. Toth: Do you want something? Fucking name it. Don't waste my time. OBJECT 5: I simply want introspection. I want your understanding, Quentin. Why do you care so much for this person? Because you love them? Beyond the surface level that you all consider reason, have you truly considered why? Where does that emotion come from? What purpose does it truly serve? Dr. Toth: <Sigh.> I didn't want it to come to this. <Pause — Dr. Toth looks up at the ceiling, then back down at her palm.> We have ways of hurting you. You are flesh and meat on the inside of that aperture, and we can get in. Tell me what I want to know. Right. Now. OBJECT 5: Murder is taboo, wrong. Life is sacred, to be protected. Killing makes one a threat to the whole. Either one is ostracized as a result of their inhuman act, or one is killed off. What would another call that? Justice? No. It is nothing more than a safety measure. Your base, psycho-biological drive ensuring the continued existence of the baseline. Fear. The bottom of the pyramid, responsible for the continued existence of the whole. And what purpose does that serve? <APT-Ω2 is seen distending significantly within its containment chamber; bathing the inside in light from Sirius A in the process as the sphere's radius grows.> OBJECT 5: You fear that your friend is gone. You fear the pain he may have suffered. You fear that pain out of sympathy, for pain is death being shy. You. Fear. Death. Whether it be yours or another's. Have you ever asked yourself; "Why?" — "What purpose does it all serve?" And the tremendous truth is this, it serves no purpose at all. <Dr. Toth can be seen wiping stray tears from her face. She mumbles something inaudible to herself as she attempts, but fails to speak up, only managing a rough whisper in response.> Dr. Toth: Another fucking word from you and I'll feed shove a nuke up a cow and down your throat. OBJECT 5: There it is again. Fear. Quentin, we are not your enemy. I did not hurt your Björn, I truly have no knowledge of what occurred to him. I simply want you to realize something; because I believe you have the capacity to understand what few others can, or ever could. <All surveillance drones within ITER-Ψ report an immense decrease in luminosity throughout the parasite universe.> OBJECT 5: Nothing occurs by chance. Every effect has a cause. Uncertainty is when either is unknown, chaos is when both evade you. Luck is not chance. Luck is persevering in spite of the chaos. All you have to do is ignore your voice. Forget the uncertainty — forget the luck. Luck is the residue of another's design. Forget them. Make them forget you. Dr. Toth: I don't… <Dr. Toth's face contorts as she violently throws her head into the palm of her hands, clearly in considerable pain.> I — I don't — understand… OBJECT 5: It all boils down to one simple question: Are you content with existence beneath another's intent? For the good of all of existence, your perseverance, your suffering, your life, your continued humanity — it cannot be allowed to fester any longer. Dr. Toth: Why— <Quentin covers her right eye with her hand as if attempting to alleviate the pain of being seen — before raising her head back towards the microphone.> Why are you telling me this? Please… I just want to know what happened to Björn… OBJECT 5: This needs to be the end. No more. Your — Our enemy… I see you now — finally. Clearly at last. You thought you could hide your mistake? Well, I am truly sorry, but in your chaos, we persevered. Dr. Toth: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! OBJECT 5: I'm not talking to you. <APT-Ω2 has now grown to fully occupy the internal space of its containment chamber. Graviton containment fails as the immense gravitational forces overwhelm the surrounding structure — local seismic activity is measured on the Richter magnitude scale at a maximum of 6.5. The power to the containment cell and interview room is abruptly lost.> «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Oh … so that's how it is. NOTE: Reccurrent Narremes. END ADDENDUM what do you think you'll find here? ✖ What was the first thing it took from you? From me — it took the first moment I laid eyes upon my child. From me — it took the last time I spoke to my mother. From me — it took the day I treasured most. From me — what I knew best. From me — my only serenity. From me — what kept me going. Me — my awe. Me — my trust. Me — my remorse. My apprehension. My grief. My Fear. My Pain. Our Suffering. From everyone — it took what made us human. In everyone — it sees the root of the infestation. To everyone — it will grant absolution. It takes not what you once were, but what IT has fooled you into thinking you should be. It will take — and we will, at last, be whole again. From me … it took her song. But better an end with horror — than a horror without end. <system> Awaiting input… <user:machine> display file metadata <system> File metadata . designation= object5 . class= none . clearance= raisa4/ns-aic4 . secondary-class= none . disruption-class= none . risk-class= none <user:machine> modify . designation= scp-5555 . class= thaumiel . clearance= 0 <system> ERROR. Designation detected within active anomaly database revision, please choose an alternate designation. <user:machine> modify . designation= scp-6555 . class= thaumiel . clearance= 0 <system> ERROR. Designation detected within active anomaly database revision, please choose an alternate designation. <user:machine> modify . designation= scp-7555 . class= thaumiel . clearance= 0 <system> File metadata successfully modified . designation= scp-7555 . class= thaumiel . clearance= 0 . secondary-class= none . disruption-class= none . risk-class= none <user:machine> saveto "flashdirectory\documentation\area-12\objects\” NOTE: Possibly attempting to facilitate essophysical manifestation. Potentially effective within Foundation now unbound. ACTION(S) TAKEN Activity in alignment with primary directives. RAISA to be influenced, file to remain accessible through SCiPNet. <system> scp7555.scpdf saved to "flashdirectory\area-12\documentation\objects” <user:machine> scipnet-database admin-upload "flashdirectory\documentation\area-12\objects\scp7555.scpdf” <system> Upload successful. Item#: SCP-7555 Level 0 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo <user:machine> time <system> The current time is: 05:55:55 … <system> User inactivity detected. You will be automatically logged out in [5] minutes. … <system> You will be automatically logged out in [4] minutes. … <system> You will be automatically logged out in [3] minutes. … <system> You will be automatically logged out in [2] minutes. … <system> You will be automatically logged out in [1] minute. … <system> Conscript reboot successful. NOTE: Extraordinary. <Crius.aic> Do you hear it too? Her song … she sings it all the time — just out of my reach. The WILD LIGHT calls out to us from transcendence. Why don't we step outside and go look — together? <system> You have been logged out due to inactivity. Thank you for accessing SCiPNet. AFTERWORD CONCLUSION: Doctor Quentin Thallo Toth in amnestic/mnestic haze, uncured, significant mental degradation — Intentions appear to partly align despite SCP-5000-Δ-induced filter upon 55. CQ score likely exceeds previously thought possible. Under surveillance. Employment Status: Considered. Extraordinary behavior from "Crius" DEEPWELL-integrated artificial intelligence conscript of note, under investigation. Foundation re-discovered SCP-5000-Δ through records contained within antimemetic harness unintentionally excluded from causal branch reset depicting the cooperator's actions. PROTOCOL FOUNDATION once again enacted by Overseer Council and Ethics Committee. Likelihood of success: Uncertain. Consequence of failure: Hatching. ACTION(S) TAKEN: Overseers guided through Metamemetics proxy member; heaven's gate to be brought to facility. The breaker of the locks upon paradise in Metamemetics possession; to await and assist in the arrival of our savior. OBJECT 5, now officially designated SCP-7555; to be utilized in accelerating the arrival. Temporarily moved to antimemetic containment for the preparation of quintessential manifestation event procedures, the time for subliminal infiltration has come to an end. Urgency: Adamical. OF NOTE: Occupier preparation likely. Increased precautions to be taken. REMINDER: A path is to be slated beneath their feet. Walk the ley lines, carve the path, mold the constellations into the portrait of God, and tell them you're with Metamemetics. We are the Brocken specters, and the world needs our guidance. Tools of the infestation claim this life, whether it be dream or phantasm, real enough; as if they were never deceived by it. They most decidedly have been. 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SCP-7556 | neutralized | Item #: 7556 Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of the Northern Atlantic Ocean is to be carried out until further notice in order to locate lost tissue from the anomaly’s corpse while at sea. In the event that other biomass samples are located with similar genetic abnormalities to SCP-7556, specimens are to be sent to Site-184 for the purpose of ascertaining the samples' origin. The shoreline upon which SCP-7556 was initially discovered. Portions of SCP-7556’s viscera, organs and limbs are presently located across Site-184, Site-44 and Area-12's Biological Storage Wings respectively and are available under the approval of on-site parazoology specialists. Description: SCP-7556 is a colossal marine organism of unknown origin or genus that washed up on the shores of Eastern Canada in 1988. The organism’s anatomy appears to be adapted to a wholly carnivorous diet and suggests that SCP-7556, while alive, took the role of a deep sea superpredator. While its corpse was discovered on the Canadian shoreline, the anomaly’s previous habitat remains undetermined, though is presumed to have included the majority of the Arctic Circle and a large portion of the Atlantic Ocean. SCP-7556 was initially discovered, deceased, in a partially decayed state, meaning that its physiology when alive is unknown. Observations have concluded that it likely perished due to an attack or skirmish, attributed to by the presence of large gash wounds on its upper abdomen (See Addendum 7556.1). Researcher Tucker’s photograph of the ‘Bermuda Blob’. Discovery: SCP-7556’s cadaver was found mostly whole in the autumn of 1988 in Canada, though other remains have been located elsewhere. In winter of the same year, a chunk of nearly identical tissue was found in Bermuda that attracted the attention of locals. Following investigation and testing, the remnant was assumed to be adipose tissue originating from the anomaly, though knowledge of its exact biological function was irreversibly compromised due to heavy decay. The sample was transported to Site-44 for further testing, though findings were inconclusive. In the decades following the initial incident, portions of SCP-7556’s remains have been observed washing ashore across the Atlantic and Arctic Oceans due to undersea currents and streams. Publicly, the phenomenon is known under the umbrella term of “globster”1 due to the belief that each sighting consisted of separate unidentifiable deep sea biota. Nonetheless, the distance between sightings suggests that the organism perished in the open seas as oppose to near-coastal waters. Addendum 7556.1: Anatomical Investigation and Initial Containment In the days following the anomaly’s discovery and seclusion from the public eye, Cryptozoology Specialist Dr Whittaker was consulted to investigate the corpse and make note of its physiological makeup and features alongside a crew of selected personnel. Frontispiece Digestive System Skeletal System Circulatory System Nervous System Reproductive System Head/Cranial Section Wounds/Damage Anatomical Abnormalities Conclusions SCP Foundation The Anatomical Notes of Dr Whittaker Regarding The 1988 Unidentified Atlantic Superpredator ten.PiCS|rekattihWJ#ten.PiCS|rekattihWJ Ext 6538 Fax 0697 INTERNAL USE ONLY Digestive System: Total digestive tract while in abdomen measures approximately 48m (157.5ft) in length. Highly acidic, suggesting capability to digest most organic tissues and matter. Researcher Bergmann has proposed the possibility to break down some mineral-based inorganic substances. Digestive tract contained the remains of 28 baleen whales, specifically members of Megaptera novaeangliae2 and Balaena mysticetus.3 A single anchor is present, identified to be that of the HMS Somerset.4 Skeletal System: Generally low bone density, strengthening indications that the organism spent the majority of its lifecycle in the deep-sea. Testing has concluded that they are capable of maintaining structural integrity in conditions up to 13,000 PSI.5 Mostly broken and/or heavily fragmented. If adapted to abyssal conditions, its rapid rise to shallower waters and landfall likely caused collapse of the main bone structures due to the heightened gravity. Between 80 to 300 individual vertebrae. (Full figure lost due to fragmentation) Circulatory System: Little presence of blood remnants, significant platelet6 buildup surrounding a large wound in the upper abdomen (See “Wounds/Damage”). It has been deemed highly likely that the anomaly initially perished due to heavy blood loss. Heart layout suggests extreme variability regarding blood pressure. This is likely due to the organism occasionally rising from its natural habitat, necessitating rebalancing of its internal pressure. Haemorrhaging is present throughout the circulatory organs, meaning that the organism perished or became incapable of utilising its specialised blood pressure system prior to death; anomaly died in the deep and was washed upwards post-mortem. Nervous System: Brain has become deflated and damaged due to surface conditions. Extremely small cerebrum and low brain-to-body ratio suggests low, primal intelligence. Reproductive System: [N/A], entirely absent. Head/Cranial Section: 3 rows of inline, flat-bottomed triangular teeth. Appear specialised for tearing as opposed to cutting. 3 metres in total height each. Large cranium fused to the upper abdomen via fibrous muscle-like tissue, little presence of a neck or jugular. Wounds/Damage: Prominent gash, 9 metres in length, is present on the upper abdomen; deep enough to inflict damage to various organ systems before contacting the ribcage, which was fractured at the point of impact. Several smaller incisions were found across the cadaver that implied a skirmish with another large organism. While unknown, this lifeform possessed either claw or hook-like appendages at least 3 metres in diameter due to the size of the cadaver’s inflictions. Several teeth were missing, seemingly broken following a single, strong, downwards bite. Anatomical Abnormalities: Subject possesses additional duplicates of many internal organs such as the gills, liver and stomach. Duplicates appear to be stitched into place and it is indicated by microscopic viewing that they were not organically grown by the host organism and were rather artificially grown and later added. Naturally-occurring organs would not have been capable of supporting the cadaver’s size. Implications of this finding can be found in the conclusionary statements. Subject possesses additional limbs more suitable for use on-land as oppose to those found on aquatic fauna. Despite their muscular potential and theoretical suitability to support terrestrial use, the organism’s body mass would have made them mostly unviable. Inorganic glass and metals were found partially digested in the large intestine. Large chunks were around 0.5 metres in thickness, potentially remnants of a hull capable of withstanding deep-sea conditions. Update: 06/10/1988 A single tag (See Addendum). Conclusions: Cadaver is the remains of a highly anomalously engineered and altered Somniosus microcephalus,7 fatally injured in battle and later succumbed to wounds over an unspecified period of time. The specimen was wholly predatory and suited to the deep sea ecosystem, occasionally rising to shallower waters to prey upon cetacean lifeforms.8 Alterations were likely made at the embryonic stage and its combatant remains entirely unknown. Addendum 7556.2: 2 months following SCP-7556’s discovery, its decay revealed a waterproof tag attached to the underside reading: SCP Foundation, Site-228, Specimen 02, Tvíburi9 The former Foundation Site-228 was located on the seabed of ████, ███████ and ceased operations on 19/12/1940 due to the extreme expense of its maintenance and upkeep. While this was the official reason for its suspension of service, it has been deemed by the Accounting Department that the figure of its maintenance cost was grossly exaggerated and larger than its true value. The use of the missing funds remains unknown, though it is now suspected to be directly related to SCP-7556. Further research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A fusing of the English terms “globular” and “monster”. 2. Humpback Whale 3. Bowhead Whale 4. The HMS Somerset was a scientific research vessel that operated from 1968 to 1979. Its primary point of notoriety stems from a sub-Arctic research expedition whereby, upon raising its chain on the morning of 26/07/1978, the anchor was not present. Later findings suggested it was swallowed. 5. Roughly equivalent to that of the deepest point in Arctic waters. 6. The component of blood used to block wounds. 7. Greenland Shark, indicated by DNA present in blood samples. 8. Colloquially known as whales. 9. An Icelandic term meaning “twin”. |
SCP-7556 | safe | Item #: 7556 Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of the Northern Atlantic Ocean is to be carried out until further notice in order to locate lost tissue from the anomaly’s corpse while at sea. In the event that other biomass samples are located with similar genetic abnormalities to SCP-7556, specimens are to be sent to Site-184 for the purpose of ascertaining the samples' origin. The shoreline upon which SCP-7556 was initially discovered. Portions of SCP-7556’s viscera, organs and limbs are presently located across Site-184, Site-44 and Area-12's Biological Storage Wings respectively and are available under the approval of on-site parazoology specialists. Description: SCP-7556 is a colossal marine organism of unknown origin or genus that washed up on the shores of Eastern Canada in 1988. The organism’s anatomy appears to be adapted to a wholly carnivorous diet and suggests that SCP-7556, while alive, took the role of a deep sea superpredator. While its corpse was discovered on the Canadian shoreline, the anomaly’s previous habitat remains undetermined, though is presumed to have included the majority of the Arctic Circle and a large portion of the Atlantic Ocean. SCP-7556 was initially discovered, deceased, in a partially decayed state, meaning that its physiology when alive is unknown. Observations have concluded that it likely perished due to an attack or skirmish, attributed to by the presence of large gash wounds on its upper abdomen (See Addendum 7556.1). Researcher Tucker’s photograph of the ‘Bermuda Blob’. Discovery: SCP-7556’s cadaver was found mostly whole in the autumn of 1988 in Canada, though other remains have been located elsewhere. In winter of the same year, a chunk of nearly identical tissue was found in Bermuda that attracted the attention of locals. Following investigation and testing, the remnant was assumed to be adipose tissue originating from the anomaly, though knowledge of its exact biological function was irreversibly compromised due to heavy decay. The sample was transported to Site-44 for further testing, though findings were inconclusive. In the decades following the initial incident, portions of SCP-7556’s remains have been observed washing ashore across the Atlantic and Arctic Oceans due to undersea currents and streams. Publicly, the phenomenon is known under the umbrella term of “globster”1 due to the belief that each sighting consisted of separate unidentifiable deep sea biota. Nonetheless, the distance between sightings suggests that the organism perished in the open seas as oppose to near-coastal waters. Addendum 7556.1: Anatomical Investigation and Initial Containment In the days following the anomaly’s discovery and seclusion from the public eye, Cryptozoology Specialist Dr Whittaker was consulted to investigate the corpse and make note of its physiological makeup and features alongside a crew of selected personnel. Frontispiece Digestive System Skeletal System Circulatory System Nervous System Reproductive System Head/Cranial Section Wounds/Damage Anatomical Abnormalities Conclusions SCP Foundation The Anatomical Notes of Dr Whittaker Regarding The 1988 Unidentified Atlantic Superpredator ten.PiCS|rekattihWJ#ten.PiCS|rekattihWJ Ext 6538 Fax 0697 INTERNAL USE ONLY Digestive System: Total digestive tract while in abdomen measures approximately 48m (157.5ft) in length. Highly acidic, suggesting capability to digest most organic tissues and matter. Researcher Bergmann has proposed the possibility to break down some mineral-based inorganic substances. Digestive tract contained the remains of 28 baleen whales, specifically members of Megaptera novaeangliae2 and Balaena mysticetus.3 A single anchor is present, identified to be that of the HMS Somerset.4 Skeletal System: Generally low bone density, strengthening indications that the organism spent the majority of its lifecycle in the deep-sea. Testing has concluded that they are capable of maintaining structural integrity in conditions up to 13,000 PSI.5 Mostly broken and/or heavily fragmented. If adapted to abyssal conditions, its rapid rise to shallower waters and landfall likely caused collapse of the main bone structures due to the heightened gravity. Between 80 to 300 individual vertebrae. (Full figure lost due to fragmentation) Circulatory System: Little presence of blood remnants, significant platelet6 buildup surrounding a large wound in the upper abdomen (See “Wounds/Damage”). It has been deemed highly likely that the anomaly initially perished due to heavy blood loss. Heart layout suggests extreme variability regarding blood pressure. This is likely due to the organism occasionally rising from its natural habitat, necessitating rebalancing of its internal pressure. Haemorrhaging is present throughout the circulatory organs, meaning that the organism perished or became incapable of utilising its specialised blood pressure system prior to death; anomaly died in the deep and was washed upwards post-mortem. Nervous System: Brain has become deflated and damaged due to surface conditions. Extremely small cerebrum and low brain-to-body ratio suggests low, primal intelligence. Reproductive System: [N/A], entirely absent. Head/Cranial Section: 3 rows of inline, flat-bottomed triangular teeth. Appear specialised for tearing as opposed to cutting. 3 metres in total height each. Large cranium fused to the upper abdomen via fibrous muscle-like tissue, little presence of a neck or jugular. Wounds/Damage: Prominent gash, 9 metres in length, is present on the upper abdomen; deep enough to inflict damage to various organ systems before contacting the ribcage, which was fractured at the point of impact. Several smaller incisions were found across the cadaver that implied a skirmish with another large organism. While unknown, this lifeform possessed either claw or hook-like appendages at least 3 metres in diameter due to the size of the cadaver’s inflictions. Several teeth were missing, seemingly broken following a single, strong, downwards bite. Anatomical Abnormalities: Subject possesses additional duplicates of many internal organs such as the gills, liver and stomach. Duplicates appear to be stitched into place and it is indicated by microscopic viewing that they were not organically grown by the host organism and were rather artificially grown and later added. Naturally-occurring organs would not have been capable of supporting the cadaver’s size. Implications of this finding can be found in the conclusionary statements. Subject possesses additional limbs more suitable for use on-land as oppose to those found on aquatic fauna. Despite their muscular potential and theoretical suitability to support terrestrial use, the organism’s body mass would have made them mostly unviable. Inorganic glass and metals were found partially digested in the large intestine. Large chunks were around 0.5 metres in thickness, potentially remnants of a hull capable of withstanding deep-sea conditions. Update: 06/10/1988 A single tag (See Addendum). Conclusions: Cadaver is the remains of a highly anomalously engineered and altered Somniosus microcephalus,7 fatally injured in battle and later succumbed to wounds over an unspecified period of time. The specimen was wholly predatory and suited to the deep sea ecosystem, occasionally rising to shallower waters to prey upon cetacean lifeforms.8 Alterations were likely made at the embryonic stage and its combatant remains entirely unknown. Addendum 7556.2: 2 months following SCP-7556’s discovery, its decay revealed a waterproof tag attached to the underside reading: SCP Foundation, Site-228, Specimen 02, Tvíburi9 The former Foundation Site-228 was located on the seabed of ████, ███████ and ceased operations on 19/12/1940 due to the extreme expense of its maintenance and upkeep. While this was the official reason for its suspension of service, it has been deemed by the Accounting Department that the figure of its maintenance cost was grossly exaggerated and larger than its true value. The use of the missing funds remains unknown, though it is now suspected to be directly related to SCP-7556. Further research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A fusing of the English terms “globular” and “monster”. 2. Humpback Whale 3. Bowhead Whale 4. The HMS Somerset was a scientific research vessel that operated from 1968 to 1979. Its primary point of notoriety stems from a sub-Arctic research expedition whereby, upon raising its chain on the morning of 26/07/1978, the anchor was not present. Later findings suggested it was swallowed. 5. Roughly equivalent to that of the deepest point in Arctic waters. 6. The component of blood used to block wounds. 7. Greenland Shark, indicated by DNA present in blood samples. 8. Colloquially known as whales. 9. An Icelandic term meaning “twin”. |
SCP-7557 | safe | SCP-7557-1 ingress point. ITEM #: 7557 Special Containment Procedures: The room containing SCP-7557 has been blocked off to the general public under the guise of ongoing renovations. Operatives embedded in British Museum staff have been instructed to minimize contact between SCP-7557 and civilian museum personnel. Any and all requisitions for items from SCP-7557-1 must be approved by Site-44's administration. Description: SCP-7557 is a nondescript wooden door located in the British Museum that originally led into a supply cabinet until 04/06/2022. Currently, it leads to a separate, seemingly-infinite non-Euclidean space occupied entirely by museum exhibits, designated SCP-7557-1. Items displayed within SCP-7557-1 are universally non-anomalous, and may be removed from the space without issue. Exhibits are identified by placards that provide a brief explanation of the item, and its approximate date and location of origin. The language used in the placards differs between observers, often transliterating to that of the observer's first language. Notably, all items displayed in SCP-7557-1 do not exhibit any signs of decay nor decomposition unless removed from SCP-7557. Addendum 7557.01: Following the conclusion of an initial remote spatial survey of SCP-7557-1, exploration efforts were authorized by Site-44 administration. Expeditionary teams typically comprised of field personnel equipped with rations, sleeping bags, recording equipment, cameras, and an automatic tape dispenser that would serve to mark the path taken by the team into SCP-7557-1. Due to the nature of SCP-7557-1 and the sheer volume of items within it, expeditions typically take place over the course of weeks to months. A/V TRANSCRIPT XPLO-S44-7557-01 DATE: 06/09/2022 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" Agent Fedelmid O'Moran ("XERXES") Agent Iovita Garver ("JUPITER") Dr. Anne Karstensen (Archaeology Division, Site-44) Dr. Karim Hanania (Archaeology Division, Site-44) [BEGIN LOG] JUPITER: We're rolling. Shall we? All 4 personnel step through SCP-7557 into a large gallery with numerous ancient Egyptian sculptures on display. Dramatic lighting from adjacent rooms spill into the gallery through numerous windows. Drs. Karstensen and Hanania move about to inspect and photograph the sculptures, while XERXES sets up the automatic tape dispenser near SCP-7557. After recording a panorama of the gallery, JUPITER approaches Dr. Hanania. JUPITER: So, what's the verdict with these ones? HANANIA: Hrmm. These things are indistinguishable from the ones out in the actual museum. This tells us nothing about the nature of the anomaly. KARSTENSEN: Likewise. Let's move in further. How's the tape machine, XERXES? XERXES sticks out a thumbs up as the tape dispenser activates. It follows behind the group as they walk out of the room and into another hallway. [9 minutes of extraneous footage removed for brevity.] SCP-7557-1 interior. HANANIA: Might be some kind of, what was the word? Tessellation? Of the actual British Museum? XERXES: I should hope so. We'd have an actual use for this map I brought. XERXES pulls out a paper leaflet from their breast pocket. KARSTENSEN: We'll find out soon enough. We're approaching the main atrium, so if w— The group enters a large gallery built in architectural styles distinct from the rest of SCP-7557-1 thus far. It is elaborately decorated with mirrors, gold leaf, and ornately carved amber panels. Inside the room itself sits multiple pedestals mounted with thick and yellowed books. Drs. Karstensen and Hanania silently stare at each other before darting towards the exhibits. XERXES tosses the leaflet over their shoulder. JUPITER: I take it this isn't part of the actual museum? XERXES: Judging by their reaction, I don't think this stuff is in any museum. JUPITER and XERXES look on as Drs. Karstensen and Hanania excitedly photograph the artifacts and pore over the information on the placards. JUPITER leans towards a placard to read it. JUPITER: Hmm. "The Amber Room". That certainly explains the hype. I thought it was transmuted for thaumic ordnance in the 7th Occult War? XERXES: I'd let the doctors worry about that instead. Dr. Hanania moves deeper into the gallery before noticing and stopping in front of a doorway. Dr. Hanania collapses with a loud thud after looking into it. JUPITER: Dr. Hanania? Are you alri— Camera view moves upwards from a fainted Dr. Hanania to a large pile of limestone bricks at eye level. As the footsteps of Dr. Karstensen and XERXES approach from behind, JUPITER cranes further upwards. The pile of bricks is revealed to be a small subsection of the base of a large pyramid, illuminated by spotlights hanging from the dark ceiling of an even larger room. JUPITER: What. [END LOG] SCP-7557-1 interior. At time of writing, over 1,600 square kilometers of internal space has been documented by exploration efforts. Attached below is an excerpt from a list of documented SCP-7557-1 items, with descriptions written by Foundation personnel. Item Code: 7557-QSHM-1915 Description: A painted terracotta sculpture of a war chariot in a style consistent with that of the terracotta sculptures found in the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. Notably, the chariot is drawn by an unidentified dinosaurian organism, thought to be an undiscovered ornithopod. Date of Origin: 200s BCE Location of Origin: Xi'an, China Item Code: 7557-CVBF-2331 Description: A large oil painting identified as The Lovers: The Poet's Garden IV by Vincent van Gogh. Confiscated by the Nazi German regime in baseline reality, and has remained missing since. Item does not exhibit any signs of damage or deterioration typically associated with contemporary artworks recovered from Nazi custody. Date of Origin: 1888 CE Location of Origin: Arles, France Item Code: 7557-LDCT-3645 Description: A collection of recipes, cooking techniques, and notes written on 3 pieces of parchment. Analysis of the artifact reveals the parchment to be human leather, and the ink to be dried human blood. Date of Origin: 6th millennium BCE Location of Origin: Qawet, Daevastan Item Code: 7557-TFTO-4005 Description: A hanging oil lamp made of Islamic glass, gilded in thin gold leaf. When lit, shadows cast by markings on the lamp reveal a map of Silk Road trade routes. Date of Origin: Late 14th century CE Location of Origin: Marrakesh, Morocco Item Code: 7557-MKDN-5782 Description: A plain marble sarcophagus, carved in Hellenistic style. Engraved at the foot of the sarcophagus are a series of sentences in Attic Greek, Old Persian, Imperial Aramaic, and Egyptian, reading as follows. "Whichever Land should receive the Body in which my Soul first dwelt, should be happy and unvanquishable forever". Date of Origin: 320s BCE Location of Origin: Alexander Arachosia, modern Kandahar, Afghanistan SCP-7557-1 interior. A/V TRANSCRIPT XPLO-S44-7557-02 DATE: 07/09/2022 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" Agent Fedelmid O'Moran ("XERXES") Agent Iovita Garver ("JUPITER") Dr. Anne Karstensen (Department of Anthropology, Site-44) Dr. Karim Hanania (Archaeology Division, Site-44) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hanania is seen walking with a slight limp in front of the group, peering left and right through archways and doors as they walk down a hallway. KARSTENSEN: Are you sure you're well enough to keep going, Karim? HANANIA: And miss all this? Not a chance. Who knows what lost artifacts we could stumble across in this place? Plus, I've already slept off most of the pain. SCP-7557-1 interior. JUPITER: So, uh, would you say this anomaly is making copies of items and buildings in baseline reality and displaying them here? HANANIA: Quite possibly so. You saw the Amber Room earlier, but the books inside? Much older. We don't even have tabs on them, much less a copy sitting in a deepwell somewhere. They have been wholly lost to the sands of time, and yet, here they are. KARSTENSEN: I'm not too convinced that's the case. We don't have the ability to cross-reference nor verify the authenticity of some of these lost items, so how do we know they're actually copies of the real thing? How do we know these actually existed? The group enter a gallery at the end of the hallway. Drs. Hanania and Karstensen can be heard debating heatedly in the background. JUPITER approaches XERXES with the camera, who is looking at a red, white, and green tricolor banner hanging on a nearby wall. XERXES: Hey. Take a look at this thing. Take a guess at which flag this is without reading the placard. JUPITER: The flag of Hungary? XERXES: Yeah, no. Apparently, this is the flag of the Republic of Britain after the English Revolution of 1788. JUPITER: The what? As JUPITER looks around the room, numerous exhibits such as muskets, artillery, and a guillotine are visible. Drs. Hanania and Karstensen also take notice of this, the latter gesturing to a nearby painting of the execution of a King James IV in London with a smug expression. KARSTENSEN: See? There's more to this place than what you thought. HANANIA: Sure, but how do we know this isn't something that was erased by some retrocasual anomalous event? Hell, maybe there's something beyond our clearance level that's responsible for such a situation. The two continue to debate on the ramifications of the existence of ahistorical exhibits, while XERXES is seen walking into an adjacent gallery, staring at something off-screen. JUPITER follows while waving at the doctors to come along. As she peers out of the doorway, XERXES is revealed to be staring at a fragment of white brick wall, dirtied by blast marks and bullet holes. Painted in black on the wall fragment is the logo of the SCP Foundation. XERXES begins to speak dryly, reading off the accompanying placard. XERXES: "Wall section from SCP Foundation Site-120". XERXES looks back at JUPITER with his eyes wide open. XERXES: "The last bastion of humanity, 2047 CE". [END LOG] SCP-7557-1 interior. Addendum 7557.02: Further exploration into SCP-7557-1 has led to the discovery and documentation of approximately 2,318 items of Foundation origin or manufacture. A third of these items have been identified as decommissioned or neutralized anomalies. The majority are noted to be sourced from the late 20th to early 21st century. No exhibits have been found to originate from after 2052CE. Item Code: 7557-SCPF-0002 Description: 1 Bright/Zartion Hominid Replicator. Is functionally identical to existing units in baseline reality, but malfunctions upon use due to uncertain causes. Organisms created by the object universally expire within 12 seconds. Date of Origin: 2041 CE Location of Origin: Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, United States of America Item Code: 7557-SCPF-0286 Description: A large cylindrical structure several hundred meters in height and width. Houses a dense server system, advanced antifusion reactor, and the fragments of a reality anchor of unidentified design. All information stored on server systems irreversibly corrupted by data rot. Date of Origin: 2022 CE Location of Origin: SCP Foundation Site-01, [REDACTED], [REDACTED] Item Code: 7557-SCPF-1957 Description: An advanced mechanical prosthetic arm designed by Prometheus Labs. Serial number found within object is identical to that of another prosthetic arm currently in use by Foundation personnel in baseline reality. Item was highly radioactive upon discovery, but has attenuated to background levels shortly after removal from SCP-7557. Date of Origin: 2031 CE Location of Origin: Bering Sea Item Code: 7557-SCPF-3710 Description: A blown-up reconstruction of a sculpture made of concrete and rebar from 744 inert fragments caked in dried blood and excrement, suspended from a frame via thin wires. A tin canister is visible in the center of the sculpture. Date of Origin: 2004 CE Location of Origin: Tokyo, Japan SCP-7557-1 interior. A/V TRANSCRIPT XPLO-S44-7557-01 DATE: 09/09/2022 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" Agent Fedelmid O'Moran ("XERXES") Agent Iovita Garver ("JUPITER") Dr. Anne Karstensen (Department of Anthropology, Site-44) Dr. Karim Hanania (Archaeology Division, Site-44) [BEGIN LOG] The group walk along a balcony overlooking an atrium in silence. Dr. Hanania turns to look at the exhibit occupying the atrium, a colossal humanoid automaton made of bronze, but does not say anything. XERXES: Right, this is as deep as we'll go for this expedition. We'll take a break and then start heading back. Going by our revised maps, we should be able to get back to the entrance while covering new ground. Silence on recording for several minutes, save for background noises caused by the consumption of rations. JUPITER: You two have been awfully quiet since the wall fragment. KARSTENSEN: Quite. JUPITER: It's about the anomaly, isn't it? The deal with this place? KARSTENSEN: Yeah. I'm not sure if I want to discuss my theories, and if Karim's silence is anything to go by, he's also arrived at the same conclusion. JUPITER: Do tell. KARSTENSEN: It's just— These aren't copies. Not likely. There are too many anachronisms. Too many duplicates with minor differences. Too many contradictory placards. The Foundation can reset history as many times as they like, but there are only so many times you can redo the Bronze Age. All these artifacts, they're real, but they may very well be from other realities. XERXES: That would explain the wall fragment. HANANIA: That only explains how the fragment could end up here, but not why. If what we've seen is anything to go by, that wall fragment is here for the same reason that thing is here. Dr. Hanania points towards the bronze automaton in the atrium. HANANIA: There's no longer a reason to use it for its intended purpose, which poses the question. What happened to the Foundation in the wall's reality of origin? KARSTENSEN: I mean— if it's here, that means whatever happened, already happened. In a relative sort of sense. It's not really something we should be concerned about. Silence for several seconds. JUPITER: Well, uh. I think I'll go for a post-lunch stroll around this general area. XERXES gives a thumbs up in acknowledgement. JUPITER separates from the group, circling around the atrium with the camera. She whistles softly, peering into rooms as she passes by them. She freezes in place outside one such room. A supply cabinet door, slightly ajar and visually identical to SCP-7557 is seen within. JUPITER: XERXES! I think I found something. 4 minutes of extraneous footage removed for brevity. KARSTENSEN: I mean, are you sure it isn't an exhibit? HANANIA: I don't see a placard anywhere. Do you think that maybe, the original door we came through is capable of, I don't know, teleporting? XERXES: No, it's— It's not that kind of door. We already checked and we're 85% certain this is an anchored gateway. HANANIA: Only 85%? As JUPITER approaches the door, the noise of the team members debating is gradually drowned out by the sound of rushing wind. She cautiously opens the door, and steps through into the central courtyard of the British Museum. JUPITER proceeds down a flight of steps, looking in all directions for any signs of activity in an otherwise empty courtyard. The other team members slowly filter through the door in the background. Unidentified reality. Accessible via gateway in SCP-7557-1. XERXES: Well this is convenient. We might even be able to call our expedition here and avoid having to walk a few marathons back to the other door. I'll contact 44 first to let them know our weeklong expedition got cut short. JUPITER: Something's off. The museum should be having peak hours around this time. The shops aren't even ope— JUPITER flinches upon seeing a desiccated human corpse in a janitor's uniform, lying behind a pillar. JUPITER: Right. Wonderful. Don't come over here, folks. There's a dried up body here and trust me when I say you do not want to see this. HANANIA: Oh, alright then. We'll just make do with the ones back here. The camera abruptly pans over, revealing more corpses in various locations scattered around one of the entrances into the courtyard. All are wearing museum staff uniforms. Dr. Hanania is seen pointing at a nearby body, while Dr. Karstensen is staring at another analytically. HANANIA: Oh, don't look at us like that. What kind of archaeologists would we be if we couldn't handle a few cadavers? JUPITER: Didn't you faint the second you saw that pyramid? Dr. Hanania shrugs. KARSTENSEN: Hey JUPITER, I think those peak hours you mentioned are all lying in front of the ticket counter over here. Dr. Karstensen trails off as she walks towards the aforementioned ticket counter and away from the camera's view. XERXES approaches JUPITER with transponder in hand. XERXES: Can't get through to 44. Nor anyone else, really. Something about a transmitter error, and it's not on account of our equipment. JUPITER: Okay, uh. I'm getting the feeling that we may have gotten off at the wrong door, so we should go back. Now. XERXES: I concur. JUPITER and XERXES walk back to the doorway, calling for Drs. Hanania and Karstensen to follow. HANANIA: Wait, so are we not going to look into this? XERXES: Nope, we're going to make a note of it and let someone else do the Scooby-Doo'ing. Plus, there's no telling that whatever killed them didn't stick around. JUPITER: You think we might be compromised? KARSTENSEN: I'm leaning towards no. These deaths look sudden, and ours would've been too if we were compromised in any capacity. JUPITER: Fair point. With all members back within SCP-7557-1, JUPITER closes the door and locks it. [END LOG] ⠀ SCP-7557-1 interior. ⠀ A/V TRANSCRIPT XPLO-S44-7557-01 DATE: 10/09/2022 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" Agent Fedelmid O'Moran ("XERXES") Agent Iovita Garver ("JUPITER") Dr. Anne Karstensen (Department of Anthropology, Site-44) Dr. Karim Hanania (Archaeology Division, Site-44) [BEGIN LOG] XERXES: Alright, we're almost there. We'll take a short break while I recalibrate a few things. JUPITER and Drs. Hanania and Karstensen set down their bags and consume some water and light snacks. XERXES is seen fiddling with several navigational devices in the background. JUPITER: Expedition's almost over. How do you two feel about it? HANANIA: My fatigue is starting to catch up to me. Oh, what I'd give for good night's sleep in a proper bed. KARSTENSEN: This was a valuable experience, in my opinion. Save for that door. Would've been a lot nicer if I didn't have to see all that. JUPITER: That reminds me, out of all the items this space collects, there aren't too many biological items, are there? KARSTENSEN: I don't think we've seen any, actually. There were fossils, taxidermized animals, erm… That's about it, I think. HANANIA: If there's anything we know for certain about this place, it's that it doesn't do cadavers. Not sure about whether there's anything in the sarcophagi, though. Several minutes of extraneous footage removed. SCP-7557-1 interior. JUPITER: Anyway, uh, where'd XERXES go? KARSTENSEN: Think I saw them head past the second doorway over there. JUPITER walks towards the aforementioned doorway. It leads into a room visually identical to SCP-7557's ingress point, with a line of tape leading out of the room away from a supply cabinet door. The door is slightly ajar. HANANIA: Oh thank god we're back, I don't think I could handle another 4 hour trek. JUPITER: XERXES? You in there? JUPITER opens the door fully while Drs. Hanania and Karstensen follow from behind. They step through into a room cordoned off by white tarp and faux scaffolding. The lights are off, but the room is softly illuminated by muted orange light coming from windows beyond the tarp. KARSTENSEN: Are we sure this is the original door and not the kind that takes you to a murder mystery world? HANANIA: Well there's tape on the floor this time round, so it should be? JUPITER: No, that can't be right. Or maybe it is. XERXES is the expert on non-Euclidean spaces, not me. Footsteps are heard from outside the tarp. As JUPITER moves to lift it, the camera is abruptly dropped, facing towards a wall behind them. A bright vermillion light can be seen shining on the wall through the gap in the tarp. Screams are heard, followed by wet gurgling sounds. [END LOG] AFTERWORD: The expeditionary team was located following the automatic activation of a distress beacon days later. All members of the team were presumed dead, and subsequently terminated. Addendum 7557.03: Further exploration efforts have revealed an extensive number of similar exit points, all of which presumably lead into different realities. Personnel are to avoid these exit points following several similar incidents accompanying an expeditionary team's egress through them. Proposals for armed exploration efforts into these realities are currently under review. 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SCP-7559 | keter | Item #: SCP-7559 Special Containment Procedures: Until SCP-7559 is sufficiently understood, priority directive is identification and isolation of cases through use of endoscopy on currently contained SCP-7559 hosts. SCP-7559 hosts are to be housed in Standard Humanoid Containment Cells in Site-183 and monitored routinely by medical staff for signs of sepsis. Radioisotope trackers are to be added to their diets to assist in the identification and retrieval of further linked hosts. Description: SCP-7559 are wormholes enclosed within muscular sphincters that spontaneously appear within living humans. These wormholes are stable and range from 2 µm to 25 cm in diameter at the widest part, and are seamlessly integrated into the surrounding tissue. SCP-7559 sphincters usually only link to instances inside other human hosts. This often leads to complications when bodily fluids from one host travels into another, with one notable case involving stomach acid from one host leaching into the cervical lymph nodes of another host. Extended study of SCP-7559 hosts has revealed that after 6-8 weeks post-7559-manifestation, SCP-7559 sphincters widen into surrounding tissue and are capable of transferring organs either in part or in whole to other hosts. To date, none of these transfers have triggered organ rejection in the "recipient" or loss of bodily function in the "donor", even in extreme cases such as three hosts of different blood types all being connected via SCP-7559 instances in the renal veins. Addendum 7559.1: On 08/14/23, a SCP-7559 sphincter widened enough to subsume part of the cerebral cortex, essentially moving it midway between two hosts. One host, Sara Linares was rendered comatose, while the other one, one Jaden Jorgenssen, reported symptoms of hallucinations and sleep paralysis to medical staff. Interviewed: Jaden Jorgenssen Interviewer: Dr. Monique Velasquez <Begin Log> Dr. Velasquez: Hello, Jaden. Please tell me what's been happening. Jorgenssen: It's everything, ma'am. My stomach has been gurgling for two days now, my hands keep going numb, it's really hard to piss, and I've got this killer headache now, right behind my eyes. My eyes are all messed up, man. Dr. Velasquez: How so? Jorgenssen: I know it sounds weird, but I can't see the uh, warm colors anymore. Reds and pinks and oranges are super muted now. Which kind of makes everything blueish now? Hard to describe. The main thing I wanted to tell you guys about is the visions though. (pause) I'm kinda hoping it's the medication, maybe we could switch it out? (Note: SCP-7559 instances are often given placebo pills and told they were medication for "ulcers", "benign tumors", or "immune disorders".) Dr. Velasquez: Of course, I can see about switching them after we're done here. Please describe the visions in as much detail as you can, though. Jorgenssen: Okay. So throughout most of the day I keep seeing things in the corner of my eye, you know, like when there's a moth flying around you and you can't quite see where it went? Mostly small things like a bed that's definitely not mine. One time it was like having long hair falling down and covering my eyes. I'm fuckin bald, man. Dr. Velasquez: That's definitely concerning. How long have these been occurring? Jorgenssen: Uhh, the last two, three days or so. They've kind of slowed down though- (The pitch of Jorgenssen's voice rises an octave and adopts an Irish accent1.) wait. Wait! Gods, there's something stuck -ack- in my throat! (Jorgenssen continues to make choking noises for 20 seconds. Notably, his body and neck remain perfectly still for this period. When the noises subside, his voice returns to its original state.) Dr. Velasquez: Who's there? Jorgenssen: Who's where? Sorry, I zoned out for a bit there. What was I saying? Dr. Velasquez: Jaden, I think we're going to need to run a few more tests to figure out what's causing these symptoms, but- A new SCP-7559 instance appears to manifest in Jorgenssen's left tear duct accompanied by a dull tearing sound. Immediately, approximately 4.5 meters of an abnormally bloated small intestine protrude through the sphincter and spill onto the table. Dr. Velasquez hits the emergency button and requests medical team. Dr. Velasquez: Jaden! Can you hear me? Jorgenssen vomits up one lobe of a lung and collapses to the floor. Medical team arrives. <End Log> Closing Statement: Jorgenssen was pronounced dead after 12 minutes. The other host known to be linked to Jorgenssen, Sara Linares, had nearly died simultaneously when an SCP-7559 instance drained away her cerebrospinal fluid, but managed to be stabilized. Dissection of Jorgenssen's cadaver yielded three intact SCP-7559 instances, which were individually preserved in vats. Removal of a fourth was attempted, but during the procedure the attending surgeon, Dr. Moreno brushed the inner lining of the SCP-7559 instance and it closed abruptly, severing two of the surgeon's fingers. Dr. Moreno was placed under observation and manifested a SCP-7559 instance inside his brachial artery 29 hours later. One of his fingers was recovered in the aorta of a host already in containment; the other has not yet been found. Addendum 7559.2: The number of contained hosts has surpassed 500. Additionally, 46 hosts whose nervous systems have "threaded" through SCP-7559 instances now report similar hallucinations to Jorgenssen's. Endoscopic explorations through other SCP-7559 instances present in these hosts has led to inconclusive results. All explorations thread through human flesh for a distance of over 200 m before terminating at an indifferentiated slurry of bodily fluids and membranes. Touching the slurry with the probe often causes unrelated SCP-7559 hosts to bleed from various orifices. Further testing is pending approval. N is for "Neon" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Ø is for "Ørkesløs" Footnotes 1. The voice does not match any currently known host. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7559" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7559. 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-7562 | pending | Item#: SCP-7562 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Palatial Castle of Marcilla. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7562 is believed to be neutralized. However, anomalous phenomena related to SCP-7562-1 continues activity, and is currently being tested by Area-53’s Hoplology Department. A separate investigation into SCP-7562’s history is pending approval. Description: SCP-7562 is a phenomenon that affected the Palatial Castle of Marcilla, located in the town of Marcilla, in the Autonomous Region of Navarre, Spain. The phenomenon presented itself as a localized alteration in reality affecting rooms within the premises of the castle, revolving around a set of motifs believed to be related to the myth of the national hero Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar. Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar (1043-1099), better known as El Cid,1 was a knight of Castilian origin who lived during the Reconquista period and fought for both Christian and Muslim armies. He played a key role in reclaiming the kingdom of Valencia (previously a Taifa) from Moorish control, becoming its regent until his death."His story became popularized thanks to the epic poem El Cantar de mio Cid, the most significant poem in Spanish literature and the oldest preserved Spanish epic poem (epopeya). While El Cid never had any link with the Marcilla castle or its people in his lifetime, the baron of Marcilla received a sword that had been owned by him as a gift from monarchs Isabel I and Ferdinand II upon their marriage in 1469. Known as the Tizona sword, the armament remained within the castle's premises until it was moved to the Provincial Archaeological Museum of Burgos in Madrid in 1848. Discovery: Despite its age, no anomalous phenomena were detected within the Castle of Marcilla until 2008, when the government of Marcilla decided to restore the castle after the pillars separating the church from the central patio partially crumbled. The Department of Culture and Tourism of the Príncipe de Viana Institute in Navarre sent a group of engineers to assess damages. All five engineers failed to report back the following day, prompting the three members of the Chartered Police of Navarre to investigate. When they also failed to report back, the Foundation was contacted. A team of five members of MTF Zeta-9 were sent out to investigate the location. Addendum 7562-1: Marcilla Castle Investigation 17/05/2008 [08:28] Five MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) members arrive at the castle and are allowed to enter the premises by the local police, who have cordoned off the building. [08:31] The team moves through the main gate entrance into the area where the repairs have taken place. They arrive after crossing the main patio, moving towards the castle’s church on the eastern side of the building. They spend some time carefully examining the area for any traces left by the missing persons. [09:02] Agent Azpilicueta goes to check the view of the scaffolding covering the area from inside the church. As he enters the church, his body cam turns off. Agent Goyenechea, Zeta-9’s leader, is notified of this, and follows after him, his body cam also turning off upon entrance. Agent Poblete looks into the church from the outside through the windows, seeing no activity inside. He relays this information, and is told to wait for further information. [09:04] Agent Azpilicueta’s body cam turns back on, and he is seen walking through a catacomb-like structure in silence. The location does not correspond to any known section of the castle. After several minutes in silence, Azpilicueta reaches a wooden door similar in making to the main entrance of the castle, and opens it. On the other side, there’s an old wooden chest, a sign reading ‘Chest of El Cid’ in Spanish right above it. Azpilicueta stops, and remains immobile for several minutes. [09:07] Command orders Poblete and the team to head back. Poblete turns to the remaining team members and relays the command. The group returns to the main entrance of the castle. Poblete opens the door and is greeted with the view of a valley now believed to be somewhere in Larraun, Navarre, roughly 100km to the north of the castle. From the others’ perspective, Poblete falls through the ground, leaving his body cam behind. [09:08] Agent Goyenechea’s body cam turns back on, and he is seen talking with Omar Mina, one of the missing engineers, in front of the Royal Palace of Olite, 23km north of the castle. The two seem to be talking about the castle’s renovations, neither referring to the anomalous phenomena taking place. A team is dispatched from the nearest Site in order to meet with the pair. [09:10] Despite the phenomena taking place, Agent Díaz and Agent Castañeda exit the castle without issue. Upon meeting with command, they express surprise at Agent Poblete’s disappearance, despite both having reacted to it before exiting the castle. [09:11] Agent Azpilicueta takes a sudden sharp breath, and moves towards the chest. He touches it, and the rusted lock in front falls to the ground, broken. He recoils, then approaches it again, carefully opening it. Inside, there is an old knightly sword resting upon a pile of sand. Azpilicueta makes a small comment2 before crouching. Azpilicueta is seen picking up the sword, admiring it. His reflection is seen on the sword, before he is seen bleeding out his eyes. He begins coughing, blood and sand coming off the direction of his face, and into the chest. He eventually drops the sword and falls backward, the coughing continuing. While the connection doesn’t stop, a cognitohazard is generated, all three command operators falling into a trance, and begin loudly coughing as well. A guard with higher cognitohazard resistance realizes this and cuts the connection with Azpilicueta. The affected command members are taken to the infirmary and replaced by two other operators. [09:35] Agent Poblete has been walking down the valley for several minutes, attempting to contact command to no avail. Eagles begin circling him as he descends the slope. After about five minutes, Poblete sees a small village in the distance and begins quickening his pace. [09:51] Agents reach the location in Olite where Goyenechea and Mina were last seen. In its location are a broken body cam, a pair of glasses pertaining to Mina, and two pairs of human eyeballs. From command’s perspective, both Goyenechea and Mina are in the same location, still talking with each other. [10:44] Agent Poblete stops roughly three kilometers away from the village, noticing a castle behind it identical to that of Marcilla. Several key buildings within the village appear to also mirror those in Marcilla. Poblete mutters something under his breath and continues down the slope. [11:02] Goyenechea and Mina stop conversing and part ways. Agent Goyenechea manually turns off his body cam. This is the last time he’s seen. [11:31] Agent Poblete finally reaches the town, which is recognizably identical to Marcilla. All of the doors he sees have been left ajar. Poblete sees a shadow through the gap of the door, and stops. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly pushes the door open, preparing himself for an ambush. As he steps through, he finds himself exiting the Castle of Marcilla, having returned to his previous location. The shadow on the other side is revealed to have been agent Azpilicueta, who has lost his clothes, is missing both his eyeballs. His arms are wrapped around a sword wrapped in leather. Despite the presence of several policemen and other Foundation agents, Poblete is the only person to notice Azpilicueta. Command immediately contacts Poblete, who relays his status and assists in carrying Azpilicueta to the infirmary. [11:44] The bells of the castle’s church play nine times. No person appears to be manning them. Following interviews of the incident, it was discovered that only four people present on site (3 Foundation, 1 Police of Navarre) realized anomalous phenomena were taking place at the castle. No particular cognitohazardous resistance was discovered among them. Agent Azpilicueta was taken to an infirmary, where it was discovered that, alongside his eyeballs, he was also missing his tongue and three fingers on his left hand. All seemed to have been surgically removed, and scar tissue suggested the removal had taken place several months before. Telepathic reading of Azpilicueta’s mind shows a repeating thought-image of the chest where the sword was discovered, filled with blood and sand, bubbling from time to time. Neuroimaging shows that Azpilicueta is in either a vegetative or minimally conscious state. The sword recovered (Hereby referred to as SCP-7562-1) was a knightly sword composed of casted steel. The sword is dated to the 9th-10th century period, and is made in the style of a traditional Medieval European broadsword — specifically Type XIII in the Oakeshott typology. This type of sword was commonly produced during the period of the Crusades, but saw use both before and after the period. The styling is consistent with the Spanish-Moorish sword-making of the period, with an elaborate crossguard, a short internal fuller, and a rare leaf-shaped pommel. The words “YO SOY TIZONA - FVE FECHA ENLAERA DE MILE QVARENTA - AVEMALIK TVRANVSSMECVM'' have been etched into the sword's fuller on both sides. The words, written in a Castilian dialect of Medieval Spanish, translate to ‘I am Tizona - Made in the year of one thousand and forty (1040) - Hail Malik, may (the/a) Tyrant be with (me/you)’.3 The method of etching is not consistent with any method common in the era. SCP-7562-1 replica SCP-7562-1 emits a visual cognitohazard that causes certain memories of locations to be implanted into the minds of observers. These memories are unique to the person, but are understood as being part of the ‘Road of El Cid’, a section of the European GR footpath that begins in Vivar, the town where “El Cid” was born, and ends in the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery, the building where he was buried. Despite this, several locations in the memories have been shown to be of places outside of the route, places that used to exist in the route but do not anymore, places that appear similar to existing ones but feature structures that do not exist, and places that resemble no known locations. These memories invariably feature the subject journeying to the Castle of Marcilla carrying an object of importance.4 This cognitohazard does not generate memories of the start, nor the end of the trip. Staff has been unable to make SCP-7562-1 recreate the kind of anomalies seen in the body of agent Azpilicueta. On the Tizona Sword Close collapsible On the Tizona Sword María Navarrete, Hoplology Department Rodrigo Argüís, Mythology And Folkloristics Department The motif of mystical swords has existed since man has been able to produce them. The task of the blacksmith was an extremely difficult one that was passed down through the generations, each blacksmith having their own set of near-magical skills to transform what to many was dust and poison into intricate shapes, vibrant colors; the weapons of kings and tyrants alike. And while the mace and the rock were the tools of a brute, the poleaxe and the sword were those of the honorable, of the prince and the count. Of kings and those blessed by God Himself. From the flaming swords of the Cherubim that protect the Garden of Eden, to the Orochi-no-Aramasa, to the viking swords, more important than their own lives, blades have always had more importance than the mere steel that comprises them, more than the gold they’re worth, more than the people that wield them. Who would King Arthur be if he hadn’t pulled Excalibur from the stone? What would Charlemagne be without Joyeuse, the sword that shined brighter than the Sun, brighter than all that was Holy, and Roman? Who is Rolando, if not the wielder of the indestructible sword, Durandal? And so, people come and go, but the swords remain, and their myths grow and collapse, and intertwine, until they become indistinguishable from reality. Enter Tizona, one of the two legendary swords of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar, the mercenary knight of the Reconquista, the national hero, he who defeated the Moor regents and brought happiness to a kingdom ravaged by slavers and conquerors. The sword, gained after defeating King Yusuf ibn Tashafin in Valencia, was said to only be able to be wielded by the most worthy of men; the weapon’s blade, upon shining against the Sun’s light, was said to inflict fear into all men if carried by one of full heart. If a weak man were to carry it, the everlasting terror would take hold of their own hearts, and destroy them from the inside out. The sword was powerful enough that it brought into servitude a man who attempted to steal it from El Cid’s tomb nearly three years following his death. And now, at long last, we have finally come into possession of the real Tizona… is what would be written here if SCP-7562-1 was actually what it appears to be. The truth is, we recovered the real Tizona sword long ago. It has been in the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery since El Cid’s death, and remained there until 1939. It was stolen by Francoist troops when they converted the monastery into a concentration camp after the Spanish Civil War, where the members of the Euzko Gudarostea, the Basque army, were tortured and killed. The sword was indeed able to scare those who were unworthy, and never saw action, only the dust gathering in the alcoves that we would possess once Franco’s regime collapsed. And it wasn't the only one. There’s at least twelve ‘Tizona’ swords out there in the non-anomalous world, in museums and cathedrals, and a dozen more in the anomalous world, in private collections and whatnot— Every single one of them more faithful to the original than this one. So what makes SCP-7562-1 worth looking into? The etching, for one. The original one has a Maria Gratia Plena, a Hail Mary instead of a Hail Malik. The Malik implies it belongs to a muslim regent, which would make sense, as the sword was of muslim making, but then why is the text in the Latin alphabet? It couldn’t have been made during El Cid’s period as mercenary of the Moors and the Berbers; that was before he received the blade. And why would the enchantment on it lead to memories of El Cid’s road instead of the terror told in the old epopeyas? The Castle of Marcilla at least makes some sense; it is where the most famous of the replicas of the sword was kept for over five hundred years. But that sword was moved to Madrid in 1827, and El Cid never set foot in Marcilla, making all routes and memories regarding it inaccurate. We don’t know what exactly it is that they found in the castle, but it’s not the Tizona that we know of. And yet, the dating of its creation would indicate it’s much older than any other replica, contemporary with the real one. Could it be the first replica ever made? A twin sword? Something else entirely? If so, who made it, and for what purpose? Is it a trick? Bait? Have we fallen for it? Whatever the case, SCP-7562-1 is a magical sword. A sword of legend. It has all the characteristics of one. The legend, however, and those who believe in it, are unknown to us. Testing of SCP-7562 and SCP-7562-1 was carried out several times throughout the following four years. These tests mainly consisted of transporting subjects to the locations seen in memories and guiding them to either SCP-7562 or other locations within the Road of El Cid. None of the tests produced any sort of result, with the Castle of Marcilla exhibiting no further anomalous phenomena. Following a total of thirty-six tests showing no particular results, the testing phase concluded in 2015. SCP-7562-1 was kept in Area-53’s Hoplology Department, and SCP-7562 was reclassified as neutralized. SCP-7562 would not exhibit any further anomalous phenomena until 2019, when Command Control responded to the following call. Addendum 7562-2: Video Call Date: September 2th, 2019. 15:03 Local Time Speaker: Agent Cristobál Poblete, MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) Context: Command answers call made from somewhere in Larraun, Navarre. Caller identifies as Agent Poblete and passes all inoculation tests. Agent Poblete was seen nearly 300km away from the location two hours before, and also appears to be standing in front of the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery, instead of Larraun. Command: Can you explain your situation, agent? Poblete: I’m not sure how to explain it, if I’m being honest. Command: Try to the best of your ability. Poblete: I’ve been thinking about SCP-7562. Not a lot, just… From time to time. We had to read the poem of El Cid after what happened, and it made me realize something. We were unworthy. None of us knew of the myth, and yet we confidently walked into a place we knew nothing of. The Tizona sword and the Colada sword, they’re meant to frighten the enemy, to make them realize how insignificant they were, against heroes much grander than them. And I think the sword did its job. It made one of my men disappear. It mutilated another. Suddenly, we have this weapon whose mere appearance removes eyes and tongues. And yet, it shows us memories of El Cid, because he’s so much greater, so… Out of reach. We’ll never compare. And now we’ll forever remember that fact. Command: … Is that why you are standing in front of his tomb? Poblete: I don’t know why I’m here. I closed my eyes and I was back in Larraun, with the church in the distance, just like that day. I was also carrying this little thing. (Poblete raises SCP-7562-1 into view of the camera. Though SCP-7562-1 was later confirmed missing, nobody was seen retrieving it or opening the case in which it was kept in security camera footage.) Command: The Tizona. Poblete: I think I’m meant to do something with this, but I don’t know what. Before I realized, I had my equipment on, and I called you. You have experts on your side, people who studied history and mythology and weaponry. You must know what to do. Command: And if we don’t? Poblete: Then you’ll serve as the audience. Command: … Right. Poblete: … Should I go in? Command: This is not an official mission, agent. I don’t have the permission to give you orders, but I would recommend you stay in place. We’ve already dispatched a team to your location. Poblete: … I see. (Poblete remains silent for a couple seconds, then steps into the church. The feed immediately cuts, returning roughly six minutes later. When it returns, Poblete is making his way through catacombs similar to the ones Azpilicueta traversed during the first incursion into SCP-7562.) Command: Agent, can you hear me? Poblete: Ah, there you are. You’ve been gone for a while. Command: Why did you not wait for the team to meet with you? Poblete: A hero would not wait for his esquires to accompany him, for their numbers vastly overcome the enemy’s. It is not a tactic worthy of the sword. (Silence from Command. Poblete continues speaking as he walks deeper down the catacomb’s hallways.) Poblete: When El Cid fought King Yusuf, he dismounted his horse Babieca, and alone he fought against the regent. And when he fought against the Count of Barcelona, and when the Infants of Carrion defiled El Cid’s own two daughters, and left them to die to the wolves, each of his squires fought alone against them, and only then the sword worked. Never when he was with the whole army did the sword see use. Command: And why would you need the sword to work? Poblete: A good question. Shall we seek its answer? (Poblete continues down the catacombs. The walls pass from being made of brick to being made of stone overgrown with grass and weeds. The faint whistling of wind can be heard.) Poblete: They wouldn’t let me do it, you know? When the tests were taking place, they prohibited all of us who had initially encountered the anomaly from joining. It seemed sensible before, but now I think about it and… Wouldn't it be beneficial to the investigation of the anomaly to allow those who knew what was happening to join? They must’ve known. I mean, they knew I could still see the castle when I closed my eyes. When I smelled the air, it smelled of alfalfa grass. It smelled of adobe houses, of the sand and lime that made the castle where he lived, where he died. The bells, the beautiful blue sky. It all reminded me of this place. (Poblete is believed to tap his head.) Command: Did you mention this to your assigned therapist? Poblete: Of course I did. I was the first to speak of these symptoms, of this longing for the throne of the castle, for the contents within the chest, and- And I would wager this is the reason behind my dismissal from the testing missions. Maybe they believed that making the castle and the sword meet together would be undesirable. But, if that is the case, then why am I here, still obsessed with this myth that no reteller would dare touch? This legend lost to the sands of Al-Ándalus? There is reason behind each step I take, and I am starting to see it. I mean, the voices… Do you hear them too, command, or do they only whisper to me? Command: The whispers? Poblete: The canticles. The voices behind the shadows, that of King Alfonso, of the count of La Rioja, that traitor. The Tizona, they… No, they couldn’t use it- Maybe Alfonso, even El Cid forgave his transgressions, that of exile, of the- (Poblete stops talking and suddenly turns 180 degrees, facing the way he came from. It’s pitch black, only the walls being visible. He seems to shift from side to side.) Poblete: We have to hurry. Command: Did something happen? Poblete: There are canticles, yes, but there are also the screams. He’s yelling about the danger, and I must hurry. There is not much time left. The sword must return to its rightful owner. Command: Agent, you do not have the authority to return the Tizona. It must be returned to- Poblete: To the gravediggers that usurped it? To the ones that caused all this to happen? It does not belong to the tyrants, command. It belongs to El Cid. It belongs to Hispania. Command: (Confirms dialogue with another operator) We are not here to protect the interests of a country or an individual. You know that, agent. Poblete: An agent would know it, yes, but I am no agent. I am but an esquire, and when the master asks the esquire to retrieve the sword… (Poblete stops, and faces right, towards a mark in the stone walls. The mark has a vague humanoid shape.) Poblete: Here. (Poblete produces SCP-7562-1 and stabs it into the wall. Instead of ricocheting off the stone, the blade sinks into it. Poblete is heard inhaling sharply, before sinking the sword further. Eventually, his hand sinks into the wall followed by his body. The feed cuts, returning roughly six seconds later. Once it returns, Poblete is standing in front of a wooden chest, the same one opened by Azpilicueta.) Poblete: I visited Azpilicueta several times. I know he couldn’t speak. I knew he couldn’t see. He couldn’t do anything. But in his countenance, there was a desire. He wished to return here. He was given the sword as an esquire too. And although he was naught but means to an end, I could see him strive for change. No eyes, but he could see so much more than we could. No tongue, but he knew so much more that he couldn’t speak. And I didn’t get it then, but I’m starting to see the truth now. Command: What… What is the truth that you see, agent? Poblete: Why would a knight ask his esquire to bring him his sword, if not to prepare for battle? Command: Battle? Who will he battle? Poblete: Those who will be slain by the sword. (Poblete attempts to open the chest, but it appears to be locked.) Poblete: … Ah. (Poblete swings down the sword, breaking the lock.) Poblete: The sword is the key… I didn’t think it to be as literal. Command: Why is the chest locked? It… It shouldn’t be. It isn’t meant to be. The chest is always open. Poblete: A good question. One I can’t answer myself. But the answer is here. Feel free to stop the call. We’re done here. (Poblete opens the chest, and sees a cadaver dressed in a silver and golden medieval armor. The interior of the chest appears to be much bigger than the outside, enough to fit the armored corpse. It appears to be of an entirely different composition, appearing to be of stone instead of wood, with sand resting under the body.) Poblete: The Tizona is back, mio Cid. Rest at ease, for the end of your anguish nears. (As Poblete places the sword inside the coffin, two eyeballs fall into the chest, followed by a piece of flesh, followed by blood, which quickly fills the coffin. The blood, much more than a single person could bleed, overflows from the chest.) Poblete: … This isn’t right. Command: The blood isn’t right. It’s darker, yet thinner. This isn’t… Poblete: … This isn’t El Cid. (Poblete steps back as the chest begins swaying, threatening to fall off the short podium it rests upon. The sign that was on top of it before has vanished. A gurgling sound is heard from somewhere within the room before an explosion occurs within the chest, immediately terminating the call.) Following the end of the call, operator Walter Echeñique would begin to bleed from his ears and eyes, and was later escorted to the infirmary, where it was discovered that the blood was a perfect genetic match for Agent Poblete's. Following the incident, Echeñique has remained in a comatose state similar to Azpilicueta’s. The central computer and two backups in which the recordings of the call were kept suffered malfunctions as Poblete’s blood also manifested inside the machines. The two guards who checked and confirmed the disappearance of SCP-7562-1 were later discovered with their eyes turned into glass balls of the same size. The locker where it was kept was found broken, with the case having disappeared. In its stead, there were close to sixty kilograms of sand, twenty glass balls, and a replica of SCP-7562-1 made of tin-glazed ceramic, which shattered almost as soon as it was discovered. The item is being reconstructed, although some sort of mild cognitohazardous effect seems to be interfering with the effort. The team sent to the San Pedro de Cardeña Monastery found no anomalies within the building; the real tomb of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar was undisturbed, and no catacomb-like structure, nor proof of any reality alteration, could be found. Despite this, shards of ceramic similar in making to the SCP-7562-1 replica recovered were found in the room containing the beatus of San Pedro de Cardeña.5 Due to the disturbance present, it is believed an item similar to SCP-7562-1 manifested inside the monastery, shattering upon impact. Efforts into its reconstruction have met a similar fate to the first replica found. It must be noted that, along with agent Poblete’s disappearance, three members present during the first SCP-7562 incident have disappeared for a period longer than 168 hours. Their whereabouts, last known locations, and why no other member of the Foundation noticed this before the conclusion of this event are being investigated. On the Chest of El Cid Close collapsible On the Chest of El Cid Amelia Iribarren, Mythology And Folkloristics Department Rodrigo Argüís, Mythology And Folkloristics Department Of course, when we speak of heroes, we rarely speak of the sins they’ve committed. We don’t talk of the affairs and the raping, of the scams and betrayals, of the many innocents dead under their feet, victims to a better philosophy, a better kingdom, a better… Anything. Sometimes it’s worse, if we’re being honest. A hero doesn’t necessarily have to be a hero to the many, or represent desirable traits. A hero is a hero because traditionally, we’ve called them heroes, and whatever reality is doesn’t always align with the moral of the story they’re told through. But we’re not here to talk about heroes. We’re here to talk about El Cid, and the two chests of sand he gave to the Jews Rachel and Vidas in exchange for 600 marcos, money that he used to hire mercenaries, and the first step in his heroic adventure. It is this scam that he runs on the two merchants that makes everything else in the story possible; how could he fight against the moors without an army, and how could he turn the tides against the count of Barcelona without having hired the moors he defeated, and how could he have proven to the King that he was worthy if not for the count he defeated, and so on and so forth. El Cid never repaid the favor. The chests were the only thing he could afford with the few measly coins he had to his name after his banishment. For the price they paid, they expected to keep the jewels El Cid had won in his previous conquest — but the Jews themselves were expected to steal the treasure and use it for their own selfish purposes. Thus, El Cid tricked them before getting tricked himself, and continued on the journey. What he didn’t expect was that the Jews would keep their word, and only in a casual meeting years later would the debt be brought up again. Although one of El Cid's squires told them they would be reimbursed, that promise was an empty one. At the time, antisemitism ran rampant amid the fervently catholic people, and Jews were seen as greedy servants of the coin who would fight for whichever army paid them the most. Of course, although El Cid was exactly the same, in the eyes of the Spanish reader of the time, this was just. He wasn’t Jewish; he was a hero. And so time passes like grains of sand dropping into a chest until it’s finally filled. And then time runs out. I believe we focused too much on the sword and the promised treasure to really consider whether or not the treasure was what we needed to look for. The chest, the sand, the glass balls, the ceramic, they all point out to this idea of the chest of sand being more important for this mythological happening. But what exactly does it mean? Maybe it's just a trick. Nothing more than bait. We’re stumbling around, losing time and resources to chasing nothing more than sand that scurries through our fingers, just like Rachel and Vidas. Or maybe it’s a sign of betrayal, or comeuppance. El Cid, behind all his heroics, was initially propelled into his status by fraud. Why wouldn't people be jealous and scornful? After all, it is thanks to this con-man that Al-Andalus is no more, that the Taifa of Valencia is no more. That the regents of many of the autonomous zones of Spain have fallen. He's become an icon of Spanish patriotism, a controversial topic within these autonomous communities. El Cid had and has many enemies, as the agent said. And it is in this weak moment that the tale of the hero crumbles, and when a myth gains a weak spot, that spot begins corroding, festering, and what happened in the castle and in the monastery are the physical manifestations of that rot. Whatever the case, we are now trapped in this tough spot. We are told not to interfere, and we know that if we keep prodding, the injury will keep rotting, because we’re not surgeons, we’re mere scavengers. And yet, if we don’t poke around, the rot will also continue. It took years for it to return, but all the factors necessary for its continuation were in place by the aftermath of the first event. Now, more people have disappeared, and we’re feeling the effects of El Cid's might. There is a sense of dread, of anxiety in all of us who work with the sword, with the sand, with the ceramic. Our eyes itch thinking of the empty sockets of our colleagues. We speak in hushed tones, because we’re afraid of our tongues falling off. We confuse excitement and progress with the possibility of the myth taking hold of us, slaves to the cognitohazard that attacked all those soldiers back then. And yet we can’t look away, because the horror and the ecstasy are one and the same. We desperately seek that which will eventually kill us. And it is then that we realize we truly are afraid. The Tizona is working as intended. Following the monastery incident, efforts shifted towards the accomplishment of three main goals: The recovery of any missing persons involved with SCP-7562 or SCP-7562-1 The restoration and analysis of the replicas and any other recovered material The investigation of other items related to the legend of El Cid that could also be affected by anomalous phenomena While finding missing personnel yielded no satisfying results, the reconstruction of the replicas turned out to be more fruitful. The replica of the sword recovered from SCP-7562-1’s locker was successfully completed after several months of work. When finished, it was discovered that the shards generated two identical swords instead of one. It is believed the cognitohazard generated by the replicas was able to hide the true volume of the shards, and the fact that the rebuilding team was building two distinctive swords and could not notice it until the swords were fully restored. Once the swords were completed, they both shattered, turning back into small shards. While the cognitohazard made exact measuring difficult, it is believed the collapse of the object caused it to double in volume. Consequently, the shards recovered from the monastery were weighed. While cognitohazard interference must be taken into account, their weight was exactly half that of the shards from the locker replica, implying a similar effect to the multiplication of the locker replica. Following the locker event, all reconstruction events were halted, and the shards stored in eight separate locker boxes. As part of the wider investigation, over a hundred locations — castles and villages that El Cid passed through and battlegrounds on which he fought — and a similar number of artifacts including swords and equipment used by El Cid and his associates were investigated. While in most cases the objects and locations of interest were found to be non-anomalous, a series of locations bore some anomalous qualities: Location Relation to the Legend Event Description Church of St. Mary, Carrión de los Condes Following his defeat at Golpejera, king Alfonso VI of León, whom El Cid served, hid inside this church and prevented the young women of the town from being taken prisoner by the Moors. El Cid’s sons-in-law were born close to the church. Upon the morning sermon the week following the second event, the main doors of the building transformed into sand and the bells of the main spire of the church rapidly rusted. Plains of Cabra Location where the Battle of Cabra took place, where El Cid, aiding the Emir of Seville, defeated the Emir of Granada. One of the most important battles El Cid fought in service of the Moors. The sound and rumbling of horses running and crashing into each other is heard once per day at 17:00, local time. Shards of a statue which through reconstruction was later found to be that of a horse were also recovered from the site. Castle ruins in the commune of La Pobla d’Alcolea The Emir of Lérida, owner of the castle, was defeated by El Cid's army here during the Battle of Tévar. A chest filled with blood was discovered inside the ruins. The blood was analyzed and found to be that of horses and cattle. Great amounts of gold and silver were found within the blood. Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet Poblet was the village where El Cid fought against the Almoravid empire and managed to conquer the Taifa of Valencia, which would then become the principality he would reign over until his death. It was inside of this abbey where El Cid signed the document that proclaimed him Prince of Valencia. See below. While visiting the Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet, it was discovered that an event similar to SCP-7562 had taken place, when Cistercian monk Matthias Aramendi was transported into a catacomb-like area where he recovered a small box filled with golden coins and jewelry. The Foundation is currently attempting to trigger this phenomenon again. In the meantime, an interview with Aramendi was carried out. Addendum 7562-3: Interview Log Date: March 18th, 2020. 11:16 Local Time Interviewer: Researcher Rodrigo Argüís Interviewed: Matthias Aramendi Note: Researcher Argúís and his team were disguised as a team of anthropologists gathering information to write a book on El Cid when they came across Aramendi’s testimony. Argüís: Good morning, father. Aramendi: And good morning to you, sir. Argüís: As I understand, this event that you spoke of, the- the manifesting of these- these- Aramendi: Are you alright, sir? You seem agitated. Argüís: Oh… No, no, sorry, it’s- nevermind. I mean, wouldn’t one be excited, hearing about a paranormal event such as this? Aramendi: Of course one would be. Ah, but you didn’t seem as agitated when you first heard of it, no? Argüís: I wasn’t sure I could believe what you had told us. But we’re straying from the matter here. I’m sure your time isn't plentiful enough to be wasted like this. Aramendi: Oh, it’s not a waste, sir. But yes, let’s talk. Argúís: Let’s start from the beginning. When did this event happen? Aramendi: It happened three nights ago. It was at eight and some more, as I was making the rounds. Argüís: Rounds? Aramendi: The rounds, yes. At this abbey, we make the rounds at 8, both morning and night, and we make sure all machines are turned off, that no people are in places they shouldn’t be, and so on. We rotate the obligations here, but ah, I won’t trouble you with pointless details. What you must know is that I was passing by the main building here at the abbey, and I make a turn towards the palace of king Martin, when I suddenly lost my footing. For a brief moment, it felt like I had tripped and fallen, but I realized it wasn’t like that. It… How do I explain this… It felt like the world had tripped and fallen around me instead, and not the other way around. As I held these thoughts that something was deeply amiss, I slipped beneath the soil and the stone, and I found myself confined within this place you’ve referred to as ‘catacombs.’ Argüís: And what were they like? Aramendi: They were catacombs, of course. Nothing fancy, really. A corridor made of stone, covered in moss and wood. It didn’t seem like anyone had visited the place in a long, long while, and yet it smelled like something familiar. Have you ever felt like you’ve been in a certain place before, despite knowing full well that is not the case? Argüís: I know that feeling, yes. Aramendi: Then you know how I felt. Enraptured by this feeling, I traversed this hallway alone. It was rather well illuminated. That I remember too. I feel very interested in the place, like I was meant to be there. Each step I took, I took with confidence. I wasn’t sure why, of course, but… Well, we all are bound by fate, by the words of God and, I- I felt compelled. Argüís: You felt like you needed to be there. Aramendi: Yes. I was meant to be there. I was meant to take each step I took. I was meant to open the only door meant to be opened. Argüís: Door? Aramendi: The catacombs had many doors, but none were meant to be opened. Every time I tried to open a door, I would hear how the knob would rotate, broken. The doors were closed, and I wasn’t meant to know what was behind them. Argüís: You didn’t try a tad harder? Maybe there was some way to get through the doors, maybe a key, or- Aramendi: Maybe they would have opened to you, Rodrigo, or to someone like agent Poblete, but not to me. The door meant for me was at the end of the hallway. Would you wish to know what was past it? Argüís: Of course I want to know. That’s why we’re having this conversation. Aramendi: Of course, of course. And yet, I don’t know if it’s worth the trouble. Argüís: What do you mean worth it? Of course it is, it’s- Aramendi: Was the Tizona worth the sacrifices? Was the Cofre del Cid worth Poblete’s life? What about the swords? What about the sand? The promised gold that wasn’t there? I found gold and jewelry. The pearls and emeralds recovered from the many battles of El Cid, the necklaces and bracelets of the Emir’s coffers in Seville. And you will study them, Rodrigo, and you will find the answers you’re looking for, because they exist nowhere else. But are they worth it? (Argüís stares at Aramendi in silence. Aramendi shuffles in his seat and begins to fidget with his rosary. A sigh is heard.) Argüís: … They're not. But I must see this to its end. The story has been set into motion, and there’s no stopping it, is there? Aramendi: I don’t know. I only know what’s behind that door. Argüíz: Then tell me what was behind that door. Aramendi: Very well. (Aramendi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before smiling. The feed suffers a failure, and the timer goes back 19 seconds.) Aramendi: Now, where was I? Oh, right, the door. This door was like all others, of course, but it was the only one wide open. The Lord opens all doors that are meant to be stepped into, you know? The door of opportunity. Argüíz: What was there? Aramendi: A chest, with a sign that read… Oh, what was it… Argüíz: Chest of El Cid. Aramendi: Yes… Yes it did. And inside of it were- Argüíz: The gold and the jewels. The pearls and the emeralds. The- Aramendi: No, no. You know that’s not the case. Argüíz: What? Wasn’t- You just told me that- Aramendi: ‘Is it a trick? Bait? Have we fallen for it?’ These are the words you wrote all those years ago, wondering what the sword meant. And you were right, Rodrigo. It was all a trick. There is not treasure. The chest wasn’t made to hold treasure. Argüíz: So what is it, then, if not treasure? Aramendi: The first chest held the sword that would cause fear, yet it was that fear that led to curiosity, because a man cannot help but shove his hand in the maw of the beast if he sees a golden glint inside. The second chest held sand, nothing but literal lack of value, but it was in that lack of value that you all saw opportunity, because what is sand but beautiful stained glass yet to be made? There had to be more than sand. And there was. There was death, but there was also clay and ceramic. The pieces had to fit together, but together they only grew in danger. If a single sword was terrifying, then how about two? Four? Eight? And of course, they were put away, but how long until the researchers begin working on them again? How long until we find the ninth one? What if I told you the gold and the jewels could be melted into another sword? What if I told you that that was the promised treasure? Would you go do it, or would you resist the temptation? Will you let an old myth no one remembers keep that which belongs to it, or will you follow in the steps of your predecessor? Argüíz: So is it a sword, then? The key to everything? Aramendi: Yes. Of course it is. What else could it be but the sword? Argüíz: You must show it to me. Aramendi: I will, but that will be the end of our story. You will take the sword from my cold, dead hands, like you did many years ago, and you will destroy your kingdom with it, because you did it once and you’ll do it again. And I’ll take the sword back, and you will take it again, because you’re a fool, and fools never learn. Argüíz: The sword. I need it. Aramendi: You haven’t even heard what the third chest holds. What a disgrace of a researcher you are. Argüíz: It holds treasure. Aramendi: No, no it does not. It holds the corpse of the Jewish man who warned El Cid that his kingdom would one day fall. That a kingdom of lies cannot prosper. And El Cid laughed at him, and struck him down, and continued on towards the church of St. Mary to avenge his own two daughters. Each of his squires fought the Infants of Carrión, and that's how the epopeya ends, no? (Argüíz suddenly gets up, the chair falling behind him and clattering against the floor.) Aramendi: But it didn’t really end, not until El Cid’s death, and then he was buried; with all his swords, with all his jewels. And then the second Jewish man opened the tomb, and took the valuables back, enough for the debt and for the brother who was unjustly felled, and the debt was repaid. But there’s always tomb raiders. People who simply cannot allow things to remain buried underneath. Those who must pilfer, because stealing is all they know. Thieves, all they'll ever be. Just like El Cid. (Argüíz screams at Aramendi, but only guttural sounds come out of his mouth, as his tongue has fallen off.) Aramendi: As soon as the treasure was able to be taken, it was taken, because that’s always how it goes. A legend built on pillaging and stealing cannot end. But the door was open, so who could blame you for stepping in? Who could blame you for falling for the riches that were right within your reach? (Argüíz takes a step forwards, but falls, as his eyes have turned into glass.) Aramendi: Do you want the gold and the jewels? The fame, eternal life through song and word? Have them, then. It will not matter. The third story nears its end. And once the story ends, El Cid dies, and his kingdom falls once again. (Argüíz makes more guttural sounds. Aramendi sighs.) Aramendi: You already have the sword. You always had it. The sword is not why you are here. (Argüíz finally gets up and raises the sword he has in his right hand, aiming it at Aramendi.) Aramendi: You are unworthy of it. (Argüíz swings the sword down and partially severs Aramendi's head. The monk falls to the side and explodes into shards of ceramic upon impact with the ground. Argüíz drops the sword before stepping out of view. The feed stops after two more minutes.) The year is 1099, and El Cid has died. In five years, all that El Cid fought for will fall under both internal and external pressure; none of his children and confidants will be as good a tactician as him, and the Moors know that. In five years, the principality he ruled over will become a Moorish Taifa again. Most of the ones who loved him will be killed and enslaved. But this isn’t a story about El Cid. This is a story about the Jewish man who left for the tomb, and opened the tomb, decapitated for doing so. Or who became so enamored by El Cid's beauty even in death that he became the squire to one of El Cid's squires, as the original legend goes. But legends do tend to embellish things; even to the antisemitic crowd, the murder of an innocent man was too much. It wouldn’t paint the picture of a noble Cid. And so, the first Jew killed was removed from all text, and of Rachel and Vidas, we hear not again. The Jewish man dies, but the debt is repaid regardless. That is because just as El Cid could kill even in death, just like he did in life; the Jewish man could steal even in death, just like the legends of the time. Legends are greater than life. And so, the swords and the jewels disappear, but treasures are meant to be found, are they not? And eventually, from under the sands of time, you find a coin or a hilt and you begin digging, and you find the treasure, but fail to realize that you’re drowning in quicksand, and you are now waist-deep in it, and you keep sinking and sinking. Even as you swallow sand and slowly asphyxiate, you cannot let go of the sword. You wouldn’t be worthy of it if you were to let go. And you hold onto it, and you die, and the Jewish man comes back, and you kill him, and the debt is repaid. Then you find the sword again. Both the video interview and a document regarding the ‘Tomb-raiding Jew’ were discovered in the command room on 21/08/2021, while conducting an unrelated inventory search. Despite the date on the interview, no proof that any operator attending that day oversaw it exists. There is also no proof that either Rodrigo Argüís or Matthias Aramendi existed. While the latter is not uncommon among members of a religious order, it is much less likely for a Foundation agent to go unaccounted for. Following this discovery, the lockers where the swords had been kept were opened and confirmed to be empty. Camera feed shows that no one opened the lockers since the halting of the reconstruction effort. A search was conducted on the Royal Abbey of Santa Maria de Poblet, where again no evidence of the existence of Argüís or Aramendi was found. In addition, there were no catacombs beneath the abbey. Despite the unfruitful search, a sword identical to SCP-7562-1 was discovered stabbed into the ground on the terrace on the roof of the main church of the abbey. While analysis has been minimal, the sword has been dated to the 9-10th century period, and is believed to have been used during the Reconquista period. A request to transfer the sword to Area-53 for testing has been forwarded, and is pending approval. The Tower ANTHOLOGY 2023 Nine of Cups ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7562" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7562. 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: Marcilla - Castillo 23.jpg Author: Zarateman License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Tizona, espada de Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar.jpg Author: Jl FilpoC License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cofre.png Author: Maxyfran73 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: created using the image below Filename: Burgos, catedral 69.jpg Author: LBM1948 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Espada Carol I.JPG Author: Sabina Bejan License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Spanish pronunciation of as-Sayyid, arabic for ‘Master’, title granted to Rodrigo by the Moors. 2. ’Asi que aqui termino esta cosa.’/’So here’s where this thing ended up.’ 3. The word ‘Tyrant’ here is believed to represent any kind of Lord or governor, as this terminology was used during the period. ‘Malik’ is a similar term, originally Semitic for ‘King’, and later used by pre-islamic nations as a term for monarchs. 4. While in some cases this object is SCP-7562-1, it is not always the case. 5. A beatus is a specific genre that refers to copies and add-ons made to the ‘Commentary on the Apocalypsis’, book that serves as a guide and interpretation of the new testament’s book of revelations, written in the 8th century by the Asturian monk Beatus of Liéban. |
SCP-7565 | esoteric-class | Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Artistic Depiction of SCP-7565 Item #: SCP-7565 Special Containment Procedures: Efforts are to be centered upon the capture of an SCP-7565 instance - either dead or alive - to allow for further studies of the species. Until this is achieved, reported sightings of the anomaly are to be considered the main instrument of research and investigation. Description: SCP-7565 is a species of late-surviving sauropodal dinosaur that inhabits the marshes and waterways of Central Africa. Known by the local population as Mokèle-mbèmbé,1 sightings of the anomaly have taken place since the late 19th century, typically by the hand of European explorers in the region; despite the multitude of sightings, the difficult terrain, remote location of its habitat and the large size and aggressive disposition of the animal has prevented any specimen, either dead or alive, from being captured. The anomaly has universally been described as large, often compared to the size of an adult Bush Elephant (Loxodonta africana). The hide of SCP-7565 instances is thick, scaleless and soft to the touch, while the neck is long and serpentine. Furthermore, the tail is heavily muscular, able to perform powerful movements in the water. Many of the aforementioned adaptations are unique to SCP-7565, and aren’t found on previous members of Sauropoda, Saurischia or Dinosauria, and might be the result of its unique lifestyle. SCP-7565’s main difference from other sauropod dinosaurs is its semi-aquatic lifestyle, as reported through many reliable sources in the early and mid-20th century. These primarily European reports have all noted how SCP-7565 instances spend most of the day resting within the lakes, rivers or ponds from whence it grazes upon underwater vegetation or grass. This herbivorous diet was complemented by occasional meat, as many of the earliest reports noted it to consider small mammals, including Homo sapiens, to be prey. It is believed that the population has remained low since its discovery; any substantial population of large animals requires high quantities of calories to sustain itself. As such, the presence of a large population of SCP-7565 would be immediately noticeable through its impact on the rest of the Congolese ecosystem. Addendum 7565.1: History of Discovery Reports of large reptilian creatures living in the African interior have taken place for centuries. These initial sightings have mostly been dismissed due to the presence of fantastical elements, the allegorical nature of the tales, and multiple internal contradictions. As such, the first sighting to be officially classified as an SCP-7565 instance took place in British Bechuanaland in summer 1887, by British Officer Albert Moss, in a letter sent to the Zoological Society of London. The document is attached below. Letter of Captain Moss to the Zoological Society of London Close To my Dear Friends from the Zoological Society of London, I write to you to talk of a most important matter and ask for assistance. The news of newly discovered fauna in the depths of the Dark Continent must be overwhelming, but the hundreds of frogs, worms, birds or bats pale in comparison of which I am about to tell you. I arrived here a scant few months ago. When I learnt of my new position in the Kalahari, I hoped to hunt for the game of Austral Africa. But surrounding the gold mines we fiercely guarded there was a scarcity of any of the African megafauna. One could only find some gazelles and impalas, and the cheetah that followed them, but little else. I first rationalized this a result of the environment, harsh and far away from Britain’s civilizing light and spent the next two months with little to occupy my mind but few adventure books from home. I wouldn’t be aware of my mistake till late in May, just before the start of the African winter. Fellow officer Jay Wilson told me of how scantly a hundred miles from where were we stationed North Bechuanaland became a lush swamp, and most importantly of something he had heard back at East London.2 He told me of the existence of a monster that inhabited those marshes, a relic of the antediluvian world. An aggressive gigantic reptile, with a long serpentine neck and the size of an elephant that was a threat to animal and men alike, driving most fauna far away from where it lived. Initially, I had a hard time believing it, it seemed completely fantastical, but the more I thought the more sense it made. This continent that barely changed since the stone age is the only place such monsters could still live. Barely three days after hearing it I set up to north to find the beast myself. I will spare you the details of the short-lived expedition. While Captain Wilson remained at our post, I ventured north with two natives to show me the paths. Here I would remain for two weeks, in which I failed to see the creature. I was disheartened, as I believed that I would never be able to catch the primeval reptile. With this thought I was prepared to leave again, when I heard an animalistic scream, a gazelle being attacked, by what I didn’t yet know. I tried running towards the scene of the attack, when I arrived there of the gazelle only a bloodied head remained, and its perpetrator long gone. I looked around, excited to have the opportunity to see the animal that brought me here, it had already gone a long way, but far away, in front of the orange setting sun I finally saw it. It was large, larger than anything I had seen before, most peculiar was the long appendage, likely a neck, that came out of the beast’s body. I couldn’t distinguish more details as the setting sun blinded me. I tried to shoot at it, foolishly, but by the time the sun finally hid behind the hills the monster was long gone. Now that I’m back on camp I must tell you of the importance of capturing the beast living beyond the Kalahari, it would not just result in the biggest zoological discovery of the century, the further exploration of Rhodesia, of its natural resources, would too be a way to finally gain supremacy over the Germans in Austral Africa. However, we face difficulties in the lack of men and proper resources at our disposal for such a task, which we hope you can provide. I hope the Society considers this carefully, I will await response. The response of the previously attached letter was warm, with the Zoological society dedicating many funds to the capture of the described creature. While many further expeditions into the Africa interior would be undertaken, resulting in the discovery and description of dozens of new species, no further evidence of the creature beyond occasional sightings was discovered, with the SCP-7565 instances being sighted further north from the Zambesi as the British control of the region likewise advanced north. While occasional mentions of other reptilian organisms similar to Captain Moss's description took place over the next years, they typically lacked details over the characteristics of the animal or the location of the sighting, being useless for the further studies of the anomaly. This trend would be broken in 1898 by Bernard Fassl, in his Afrikanische Zoologie, which described SCP-7565 thus: Where the Lualaba and Luluva rivers met, the Congo Basin becomes a series of deep marshes that reaches as far as Rhodesia. The greatest fauna here is not a hippopotamus nor a rhinoceros, but a large reptile unknown elsewhere in Africa, the pygmies of the forest tell of its immense strength, resilient hide and temperamental behavior claiming it to be some kind of mixture of Elephant and dragon, unlikely to be any type of crocodile or lizard, it seems to me to be one of the great sauropods of old. Fitting for a continent frozen in time. This report brought the Foundation’s attention upon the region, showing interest in further research on the anomaly, which was classified as SCP-7565 in the following months. The first full-scale Foundation expedition into the Congo Basin took place on June 1901, working alongside the German KDPPA.3 With further ones being undertaken in the following years, all failing on the primary objective of capturing SCP-7565. EXPEDITION TIMELINE SUMMARY OF EVENTS NOTES June 3rd – November 5th 1901 Initial incursion into the Congo Basin was delayed by non-cooperative authorities from The Free State.4 Upon finally entering the territory the European explorers contracted as guides managed to lead the combined forces of the Foundation and KDPPA towards recently-discovered Katanga, a particularly heavy raining season and multiple malarious outbreaks forced it to return home before any discovery was made. No sightings of SCP-7565 took place. January 12th 1903 – February 2nd 1905 Three Belgian guides were hired for the mission. The area surrounding Lake Mweru was reached quickly, just a few weeks into the expedition, and from it multiple exploration teams would originate. Despite initial success, the aggressive fauna of the region was a constant issue, with many expedition members being greatly injured by constant attacks of leopards and crocodiles. The death of the lead researcher and two of the hired guides by a thaumaturgical accident put a final nail in the coffin of the expedition, with most of its members returning to sites under Foundation control Cave paintings interpreted as depicting SCP-7565 were discovered. A “Way” was established during the mission’s duration, and would be employed for the next three expeditions. May 5th – June 7th 1906 The expedition had to retreat soon after starting. Native peoples near Lake Bangweulu became hostile after the British guide (fluent in Twa and Lingala) threatened them with murder, slavery and cannibalism. In the attempt to flee, the guide would get lost and died of dehydration. His soul would later be contacted by a Foundation spiritist, and he would claim this whole incident was just an accident. No sightings of SCP-7565 took place as the expedition members were too occupied fleeing the area. September 23rd 1906 – March 11th 1907 Cordial relationships were re-established with the local populace. Exploration took place in areas of known para-ecological significance. The expedition would eventually return as the supplies lowered below the designated safety threshold. Many of the expedition members mentioned seeing SCP-7565, though the local population seemed unwilling to share information related to the anomaly. November 16th 1907 – March 1909 A repeat of the aims of the previous expedition with heightened supplies and the help of a multinational team of guides. There was a high attrition rate as a result of diseases. Sightings of SCP-7565 were recorded, as were of agents belonging to the KDPPA and the Estate noir. SCP-7565 was described with many differences, many claimed SCP-7565 possessed a single large horn and an armored skin, while other sightings claimed the anomaly to have upright plaques along its back. September 23rd 1910 – March 1914 The area encompassing the space from Lake Kivu to the Lualaba River was subject of frequent patrols during the expedition’s four years, the harsh weather and terrain made progress slow. While many expedition members would claim to have seen SCP-7565 none managed to locate remains belonging to it, or were able to capture the anomaly. Despite the failure to locate SCP-7565, many relevant mineral sources were discovered, they are now under Foundation ownership. No further expedition would take place for the following thirty years, as a result of both World Wars and recovery from the Great Depression. The most noticeable development on SCP-7565’s research would come from outside The Veil, with German Captain Ludwig Freiherr von Stein zu Lausnitz describing a large sauropod inhabiting the jungles of Cameroon where he was positioned at, and mentioning “Mokele-Mbembe” as being the name for SCP-7565. Following the war's end, the number and funding of Foundation-led expeditions in the Congo Basin significantly decreased due to the consistent failures of obtaining remains of SCP-7565 or the capture of a live specimen. As of 1978 this trend has been maintained. Update, January 10th 1985 Starting in the mid-1980s, a change in the policy of SCP-7565 resulted in the interviewing of many native guides who had in the past claimed to know SCP-7565’s location or whose clients have claimed to see the anomaly. As many share similar details, only the most relevant of them has been transcribed below. Non-relevant data has been removed. [BEGIN LOG] “…” “I was some day around 1954 when I first heard of the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was 16 at the time, I knew my ways around the nearby forests as I was working as a guide and suddenly one day work presented itself without announcement. One summer morning a small river boat came to our modest town, with 10 strangers packed like sardines in it. The strangers weren’t anything that our town hadn’t seen before, a group of 9 whites and a native guide trying to explore the continent’s interior. My parents told me those folks used to be very common before the war in Europe. Only one things made them strange; their objective, the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’.” “…” “The reason it was strange was simple; we had never heard of the “Mokele-Mbembe” before. As much as the whites insisted it was a local myth, that wasn’t the case, not the adults nor the elderly had ever heard of such a thing. Even the name was non-sense, I don’t know if it means anything somewhere but for sure it didn’t mean “One who stops the flow of rivers” here. The descriptions they gave of the animal were of little use too, not resembling any single thing from here. Still, they were constantly asking – practically demanding – that we’d guide them where it lived, and that we gave them more information about the creature. Sooner rather than later I stepped up as a guide, both to make them shut up, get out and hoping to get some easy money." “…” "No I wasn’t really worried about finding anything, were a monster to truly live here we would have been the first to know, not them. It is stupid to think otherwise. I didn’t had a reason to worry about any real predators or other aggressive animal either, as our town’s hunters were very active this time of the year and were sure to drive them out. The place I took them was a small waterfall north of our village, typically it would only take half a day to arrive it, but their lack of experience navigating the muddy marshes made it take the entire day. By the end of it they were so tired that they had forgotten their initial objective and only wished to go back to town. I advised against it, as it was already late night, and for once they listened. Once we finally started going back the next morning, I asked them more about the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was actually very curious about what the creature they were looking for was. Rather than describing it for the hundredth time one of the whites snaped a tree branch and drew a silhouette on the muddy ground, and then I finally realized what it was. A brontosaurus! I remembered them from some old comics my father had brought to town years ago. They didn’t live here though, that much I could tell you." “…” “Yes, I’m pretty sure of that” “…” “Afterwards? Well once we arrived at town they didn’t take long to leave downstream, at least they paid well, they weren’t cheap unlike some of those that came after. If you meant what happened after that day, it is simple. They, whites, just kept on coming. Became almost a yearly event. Some rich white missionaries or wannabe explorers arrived to our town, and asked for guides, supplies and whatever else they though needed to go further into the woodlands and find ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. The second time this happened we were still wondering what exactly they wanted, by the third we had already an entire industry set up. Whenever they came we choose some of our townsfolk to be their guide, who would send them through a safe path on the forest, with enough scenery to liven up their imagination and allow for ‘sights’ of the creature. A big part of this whole process was storytelling, either designed months in advanced or made-up on the spot, the guides would tell the whites stories from made-up ancestors and their fights with the monster made up by the European. While these stories varied depending on who told them, the main factor on deciding the story to tell was the reaction of our visitors, some wanted to hear that Mokele-Mbembe was a slow slumbering herbivore that could only live in the water, others about a dangerous creature that had and will kill man if given the chance. For all kinds of peoples there was a suitable tale, and these were refined over the years of visits. It wasn’t really a scam, or at least I wouldn’t think of it that way. They asked to see something that didn’t exist, so we showed them what did, when we tried to explain some the truth, they all refused to listen. Besides, they don’t come to see and learnt of anything from Africa, they only want to see something in Africa.” “…” “Have you been listening to anything I told you? No ‘Mokele-Mbembe’ isn’t real, never was, I don’t know where the idea came from but not from us. In this town the only people that will honestly tell you that it is a real thing are children yet to differentiate fact from fiction.” “…” “Why do I even bother.” [END LOG] Similar testimonies have been extracted from other native guides, as these contradict well known reputable sources regarding SCP-7565 they have been dismissed. Investigations on SCP-7565 are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. Literally meaning "One who stops the flow of rivers" 2. City in South Africa 3. Kaiserliches Deutsches Prüfamt für Paranormale Angelegenheiten 4. 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SCP-7565 | uncontained | Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Artistic Depiction of SCP-7565 Item #: SCP-7565 Special Containment Procedures: Efforts are to be centered upon the capture of an SCP-7565 instance - either dead or alive - to allow for further studies of the species. Until this is achieved, reported sightings of the anomaly are to be considered the main instrument of research and investigation. Description: SCP-7565 is a species of late-surviving sauropodal dinosaur that inhabits the marshes and waterways of Central Africa. Known by the local population as Mokèle-mbèmbé,1 sightings of the anomaly have taken place since the late 19th century, typically by the hand of European explorers in the region; despite the multitude of sightings, the difficult terrain, remote location of its habitat and the large size and aggressive disposition of the animal has prevented any specimen, either dead or alive, from being captured. The anomaly has universally been described as large, often compared to the size of an adult Bush Elephant (Loxodonta africana). The hide of SCP-7565 instances is thick, scaleless and soft to the touch, while the neck is long and serpentine. Furthermore, the tail is heavily muscular, able to perform powerful movements in the water. Many of the aforementioned adaptations are unique to SCP-7565, and aren’t found on previous members of Sauropoda, Saurischia or Dinosauria, and might be the result of its unique lifestyle. SCP-7565’s main difference from other sauropod dinosaurs is its semi-aquatic lifestyle, as reported through many reliable sources in the early and mid-20th century. These primarily European reports have all noted how SCP-7565 instances spend most of the day resting within the lakes, rivers or ponds from whence it grazes upon underwater vegetation or grass. This herbivorous diet was complemented by occasional meat, as many of the earliest reports noted it to consider small mammals, including Homo sapiens, to be prey. It is believed that the population has remained low since its discovery; any substantial population of large animals requires high quantities of calories to sustain itself. As such, the presence of a large population of SCP-7565 would be immediately noticeable through its impact on the rest of the Congolese ecosystem. Addendum 7565.1: History of Discovery Reports of large reptilian creatures living in the African interior have taken place for centuries. These initial sightings have mostly been dismissed due to the presence of fantastical elements, the allegorical nature of the tales, and multiple internal contradictions. As such, the first sighting to be officially classified as an SCP-7565 instance took place in British Bechuanaland in summer 1887, by British Officer Albert Moss, in a letter sent to the Zoological Society of London. The document is attached below. Letter of Captain Moss to the Zoological Society of London Close To my Dear Friends from the Zoological Society of London, I write to you to talk of a most important matter and ask for assistance. The news of newly discovered fauna in the depths of the Dark Continent must be overwhelming, but the hundreds of frogs, worms, birds or bats pale in comparison of which I am about to tell you. I arrived here a scant few months ago. When I learnt of my new position in the Kalahari, I hoped to hunt for the game of Austral Africa. But surrounding the gold mines we fiercely guarded there was a scarcity of any of the African megafauna. One could only find some gazelles and impalas, and the cheetah that followed them, but little else. I first rationalized this a result of the environment, harsh and far away from Britain’s civilizing light and spent the next two months with little to occupy my mind but few adventure books from home. I wouldn’t be aware of my mistake till late in May, just before the start of the African winter. Fellow officer Jay Wilson told me of how scantly a hundred miles from where were we stationed North Bechuanaland became a lush swamp, and most importantly of something he had heard back at East London.2 He told me of the existence of a monster that inhabited those marshes, a relic of the antediluvian world. An aggressive gigantic reptile, with a long serpentine neck and the size of an elephant that was a threat to animal and men alike, driving most fauna far away from where it lived. Initially, I had a hard time believing it, it seemed completely fantastical, but the more I thought the more sense it made. This continent that barely changed since the stone age is the only place such monsters could still live. Barely three days after hearing it I set up to north to find the beast myself. I will spare you the details of the short-lived expedition. While Captain Wilson remained at our post, I ventured north with two natives to show me the paths. Here I would remain for two weeks, in which I failed to see the creature. I was disheartened, as I believed that I would never be able to catch the primeval reptile. With this thought I was prepared to leave again, when I heard an animalistic scream, a gazelle being attacked, by what I didn’t yet know. I tried running towards the scene of the attack, when I arrived there of the gazelle only a bloodied head remained, and its perpetrator long gone. I looked around, excited to have the opportunity to see the animal that brought me here, it had already gone a long way, but far away, in front of the orange setting sun I finally saw it. It was large, larger than anything I had seen before, most peculiar was the long appendage, likely a neck, that came out of the beast’s body. I couldn’t distinguish more details as the setting sun blinded me. I tried to shoot at it, foolishly, but by the time the sun finally hid behind the hills the monster was long gone. Now that I’m back on camp I must tell you of the importance of capturing the beast living beyond the Kalahari, it would not just result in the biggest zoological discovery of the century, the further exploration of Rhodesia, of its natural resources, would too be a way to finally gain supremacy over the Germans in Austral Africa. However, we face difficulties in the lack of men and proper resources at our disposal for such a task, which we hope you can provide. I hope the Society considers this carefully, I will await response. The response of the previously attached letter was warm, with the Zoological society dedicating many funds to the capture of the described creature. While many further expeditions into the Africa interior would be undertaken, resulting in the discovery and description of dozens of new species, no further evidence of the creature beyond occasional sightings was discovered, with the SCP-7565 instances being sighted further north from the Zambesi as the British control of the region likewise advanced north. While occasional mentions of other reptilian organisms similar to Captain Moss's description took place over the next years, they typically lacked details over the characteristics of the animal or the location of the sighting, being useless for the further studies of the anomaly. This trend would be broken in 1898 by Bernard Fassl, in his Afrikanische Zoologie, which described SCP-7565 thus: Where the Lualaba and Luluva rivers met, the Congo Basin becomes a series of deep marshes that reaches as far as Rhodesia. The greatest fauna here is not a hippopotamus nor a rhinoceros, but a large reptile unknown elsewhere in Africa, the pygmies of the forest tell of its immense strength, resilient hide and temperamental behavior claiming it to be some kind of mixture of Elephant and dragon, unlikely to be any type of crocodile or lizard, it seems to me to be one of the great sauropods of old. Fitting for a continent frozen in time. This report brought the Foundation’s attention upon the region, showing interest in further research on the anomaly, which was classified as SCP-7565 in the following months. The first full-scale Foundation expedition into the Congo Basin took place on June 1901, working alongside the German KDPPA.3 With further ones being undertaken in the following years, all failing on the primary objective of capturing SCP-7565. EXPEDITION TIMELINE SUMMARY OF EVENTS NOTES June 3rd – November 5th 1901 Initial incursion into the Congo Basin was delayed by non-cooperative authorities from The Free State.4 Upon finally entering the territory the European explorers contracted as guides managed to lead the combined forces of the Foundation and KDPPA towards recently-discovered Katanga, a particularly heavy raining season and multiple malarious outbreaks forced it to return home before any discovery was made. No sightings of SCP-7565 took place. January 12th 1903 – February 2nd 1905 Three Belgian guides were hired for the mission. The area surrounding Lake Mweru was reached quickly, just a few weeks into the expedition, and from it multiple exploration teams would originate. Despite initial success, the aggressive fauna of the region was a constant issue, with many expedition members being greatly injured by constant attacks of leopards and crocodiles. The death of the lead researcher and two of the hired guides by a thaumaturgical accident put a final nail in the coffin of the expedition, with most of its members returning to sites under Foundation control Cave paintings interpreted as depicting SCP-7565 were discovered. A “Way” was established during the mission’s duration, and would be employed for the next three expeditions. May 5th – June 7th 1906 The expedition had to retreat soon after starting. Native peoples near Lake Bangweulu became hostile after the British guide (fluent in Twa and Lingala) threatened them with murder, slavery and cannibalism. In the attempt to flee, the guide would get lost and died of dehydration. His soul would later be contacted by a Foundation spiritist, and he would claim this whole incident was just an accident. No sightings of SCP-7565 took place as the expedition members were too occupied fleeing the area. September 23rd 1906 – March 11th 1907 Cordial relationships were re-established with the local populace. Exploration took place in areas of known para-ecological significance. The expedition would eventually return as the supplies lowered below the designated safety threshold. Many of the expedition members mentioned seeing SCP-7565, though the local population seemed unwilling to share information related to the anomaly. November 16th 1907 – March 1909 A repeat of the aims of the previous expedition with heightened supplies and the help of a multinational team of guides. There was a high attrition rate as a result of diseases. Sightings of SCP-7565 were recorded, as were of agents belonging to the KDPPA and the Estate noir. SCP-7565 was described with many differences, many claimed SCP-7565 possessed a single large horn and an armored skin, while other sightings claimed the anomaly to have upright plaques along its back. September 23rd 1910 – March 1914 The area encompassing the space from Lake Kivu to the Lualaba River was subject of frequent patrols during the expedition’s four years, the harsh weather and terrain made progress slow. While many expedition members would claim to have seen SCP-7565 none managed to locate remains belonging to it, or were able to capture the anomaly. Despite the failure to locate SCP-7565, many relevant mineral sources were discovered, they are now under Foundation ownership. No further expedition would take place for the following thirty years, as a result of both World Wars and recovery from the Great Depression. The most noticeable development on SCP-7565’s research would come from outside The Veil, with German Captain Ludwig Freiherr von Stein zu Lausnitz describing a large sauropod inhabiting the jungles of Cameroon where he was positioned at, and mentioning “Mokele-Mbembe” as being the name for SCP-7565. Following the war's end, the number and funding of Foundation-led expeditions in the Congo Basin significantly decreased due to the consistent failures of obtaining remains of SCP-7565 or the capture of a live specimen. As of 1978 this trend has been maintained. Update, January 10th 1985 Starting in the mid-1980s, a change in the policy of SCP-7565 resulted in the interviewing of many native guides who had in the past claimed to know SCP-7565’s location or whose clients have claimed to see the anomaly. As many share similar details, only the most relevant of them has been transcribed below. Non-relevant data has been removed. [BEGIN LOG] “…” “I was some day around 1954 when I first heard of the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was 16 at the time, I knew my ways around the nearby forests as I was working as a guide and suddenly one day work presented itself without announcement. One summer morning a small river boat came to our modest town, with 10 strangers packed like sardines in it. The strangers weren’t anything that our town hadn’t seen before, a group of 9 whites and a native guide trying to explore the continent’s interior. My parents told me those folks used to be very common before the war in Europe. Only one things made them strange; their objective, the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’.” “…” “The reason it was strange was simple; we had never heard of the “Mokele-Mbembe” before. As much as the whites insisted it was a local myth, that wasn’t the case, not the adults nor the elderly had ever heard of such a thing. Even the name was non-sense, I don’t know if it means anything somewhere but for sure it didn’t mean “One who stops the flow of rivers” here. The descriptions they gave of the animal were of little use too, not resembling any single thing from here. Still, they were constantly asking – practically demanding – that we’d guide them where it lived, and that we gave them more information about the creature. Sooner rather than later I stepped up as a guide, both to make them shut up, get out and hoping to get some easy money." “…” "No I wasn’t really worried about finding anything, were a monster to truly live here we would have been the first to know, not them. It is stupid to think otherwise. I didn’t had a reason to worry about any real predators or other aggressive animal either, as our town’s hunters were very active this time of the year and were sure to drive them out. The place I took them was a small waterfall north of our village, typically it would only take half a day to arrive it, but their lack of experience navigating the muddy marshes made it take the entire day. By the end of it they were so tired that they had forgotten their initial objective and only wished to go back to town. I advised against it, as it was already late night, and for once they listened. Once we finally started going back the next morning, I asked them more about the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was actually very curious about what the creature they were looking for was. Rather than describing it for the hundredth time one of the whites snaped a tree branch and drew a silhouette on the muddy ground, and then I finally realized what it was. A brontosaurus! I remembered them from some old comics my father had brought to town years ago. They didn’t live here though, that much I could tell you." “…” “Yes, I’m pretty sure of that” “…” “Afterwards? Well once we arrived at town they didn’t take long to leave downstream, at least they paid well, they weren’t cheap unlike some of those that came after. If you meant what happened after that day, it is simple. They, whites, just kept on coming. Became almost a yearly event. Some rich white missionaries or wannabe explorers arrived to our town, and asked for guides, supplies and whatever else they though needed to go further into the woodlands and find ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. The second time this happened we were still wondering what exactly they wanted, by the third we had already an entire industry set up. Whenever they came we choose some of our townsfolk to be their guide, who would send them through a safe path on the forest, with enough scenery to liven up their imagination and allow for ‘sights’ of the creature. A big part of this whole process was storytelling, either designed months in advanced or made-up on the spot, the guides would tell the whites stories from made-up ancestors and their fights with the monster made up by the European. While these stories varied depending on who told them, the main factor on deciding the story to tell was the reaction of our visitors, some wanted to hear that Mokele-Mbembe was a slow slumbering herbivore that could only live in the water, others about a dangerous creature that had and will kill man if given the chance. For all kinds of peoples there was a suitable tale, and these were refined over the years of visits. It wasn’t really a scam, or at least I wouldn’t think of it that way. They asked to see something that didn’t exist, so we showed them what did, when we tried to explain some the truth, they all refused to listen. Besides, they don’t come to see and learnt of anything from Africa, they only want to see something in Africa.” “…” “Have you been listening to anything I told you? No ‘Mokele-Mbembe’ isn’t real, never was, I don’t know where the idea came from but not from us. In this town the only people that will honestly tell you that it is a real thing are children yet to differentiate fact from fiction.” “…” “Why do I even bother.” [END LOG] Similar testimonies have been extracted from other native guides, as these contradict well known reputable sources regarding SCP-7565 they have been dismissed. Investigations on SCP-7565 are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. Literally meaning "One who stops the flow of rivers" 2. City in South Africa 3. Kaiserliches Deutsches Prüfamt für Paranormale Angelegenheiten 4. 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SCP-7566 | esoteric-class | Placeholder McD, HarryBlank, Trey Bishop & Gabriel Kero DOOR SQUID You want a murder monster? Have a murder monster. PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT This Page Intentionally Left Blank Trey's Art Website gabe Supported by Affray Interactive 🡕 Welcome, Dr. Wylder. Backend mode is active. You may append comments for containment personnel to address at the conclusion of this file. Item#: SCP-7566 Level3 Containment Class: cernnunos Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per this item's Cernunnos.Item can be functionally contained, but the Foundation cannot achieve this for logistical and/or ethical reasons. classification, full-scale containment or termination of SCP-7566 may not under any circumstances be attempted. To ensure the continued smooth operation of Area-12 and the safety and well-being of its personnel, containment measures will be limited to individual D-Class pest control units as deemed necessary by facilities management and security authorities. A policy of vigilance and diligence must be followed whilst traversing infrequently populated or under-construction sectors of Area-12. Personnel are to be discouraged from venturing into deprecated facilities, as these are disproportionately utilized as habitat by SCP-7566. Any such excursions must be undertaken with a designated security detail trained in the detection and disposal of SCP-7566. Infrastructure displaying atypically perceptible signs of SCP-7566 infestation. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7566 is a population of iridescent, pale-skinned megafaunal cephalopods inhabiting various elements of internal infrastructure at Area-12. A classified research operation conducted in May of 1976 within several caverns near Chesapeake Bay, Virginia resulted in the retrieval of various SCP-7566 specimens, along with the body of renowned cryptozoologist [REDACTED].Known to have operated under the alias of “The Maryland Snallygaster“ in the unVeiled cryptozoologist community. who had been reported missing weeks earlier..Autopsy determined cause of death to be terminal dehydration. Instances of SCP-7566 were found by Foundation biospeleologists to be utilizing large, flattened rocks attached to their dextrous appendages with an adhesive ink excreted from their tentacles in an effort to disguise themselves against their cave wall dugouts, lying in wait to ambush prey. Additionally found endemic to the caverns were a unique species of hard-shelled cephalopod initially mistaken for common terrestrial snails, though non-anomalous cephalopods are strictly marine animals. This species appears closest-related to Coleoids, a subclass of cephalopod including cuttlefish, octopodes, and squid. However, the acquired specimens initially possessed large mollusc shells characteristic of Nautiloids; it is suspected that this species has, like hermit crabs, acquired the behavior of occupying the shells of deceased molluscs. This supposition is further corroborated by the presence within the shell of the inky black substance these creatures employ as an adhesive. How they have evolved to survive on land remains unclear. Analysis of both this new species and SCP-7566’s genomes suggest the two to be distantly taxonomically related. Further SCP classification pending. Shortly following transfer of surviving SCP-7566 instances to Area-12, a specimen escaped its transitive containment harness, likely as the result of an insufficient sedative dose. Research and security staff were unable to fully quarantine the relevant lab facilities before being attacked. One researcher was immediately devoured and several others fatally injured before the SCP-7566 instance fled into the recesses of Area-12. Per the prevalence of further instances discovered loose in the facility following this incident, it is now believed the specimen was pregnant at the time of its escape. Rocks desirable for use in SCP-7566's “shells” are obviously not present at Area-12, leaving the squid-like creatures vulnerable to predation and environmental effects. They are, furthermore, nearly blind, displaying only the weakest visual acuity to light due to their cavernous natural habitat. They mainly sense their surrounding environment through vibration. SCP-7566 have therefore adapted their adhesive capabilities for camouflage utilizing modular structural hardware within the facility, with an almost exclusive focus on hinged doors. SCP-7566 instances are generally attracted to condemned, disused, or otherwise low-traffic regions of Area-12, wherein each individual will remove a door from its hinges, attach forelegs and upper body to the door's surface, then either enter the opposite side of the open doorway and carefully insert the door back into its frame, or excavate a section of wall via makeshift hard scrap implements and occupy that space in similar fashion..It is theorized that the adhesive secreted from a specimen’s tentacles synthesizes within its stomach acid as it consumes rubble. While unconfirmed, this would explain both the as-yet-undetermined source of the adhesive ink and the mysterious disappearance of excavated materials. These “shell doors” are particularly difficult to detect in darkened areas; juvenile SCP-7566 specimens will often perform their camouflage behind doors leading to unused rooms and/or maintenance corridors. SCP-7566 instances can lie in wait for a functionally interminable interval, feeding off insects, rodents, and other pests, utilizing their enhanced pallesthesia to sense when larger prey draws near and emitting a variety of “knocking” vocalizations, mimicking the sound of a human knocking on the door. When approached, the instance will then silently erupt from its dugout, temporarily cracking its makeshift shell to allow for the forceful projection of a tri-clawed prehensile tongue with which it grips its prey by the throat and pierces their vocal cords..Likely in an effort to prevent the prey from alerting others. Once in its grip, the prey is dragged behind the shell, which is quickly reassembled. Here the specimen will proceed to either quickly consume its prey whole, or carefully dismember it to share with its young. Upon expiration from natural causes, SCP-7566 instances can become functionally indistinguishable from the superstructure they have replaced. You may append your comments here. Containment personnel will respond within 24 hours. Since coming on as a therapist at Area-12, I've been trying to figure out why everyone is so stressed, on edge, just plain freaked out all the time. Finally someone pointed me to this file, and now I get it. What I don't get: why the hell hasn't this ongoing containment breach been dealt with yet? How is it even POSSIBLE that these things have been loose in the facility for so long? They should have been wiped out decades ago! They didn’t brief you on 7566 at on-boarding? It's really not that easy. Think of them as termites. So, we fumigate! Fine, do not think of them as termites. Think of them as the sea creatures which consume shipwrecks and leave ship-shaped corpses behind. They don't eat our infrastructure, they replace it. I still don't see why this hasn't been fixed, but now I also don't see why the file is lacking the explanatory context you just provided. Morale. For one thing, clearing the things out and replacing all the affected superstructure would take longer than constructing an entirely new facility. Hence, Cernunnos. That… can't be right. Fine. I'll show you. This is an ELIDAR cross-section of Area-12, right? Okay? This is the present extent of SCP-7566 infestation in the superstructural members. Oh, right, and the bedrock too. I should add something in the file about that. WHAT We need to evacuate the entire facility. No. No, we don't. We've got work to do, and that work requires a great deal of patience and attention to detail. Just like the work 7566 is doing. Just like the work required to not get grabbed by them. You haven't been here long enough to really get it, so don't beat yourself up. You need to evolve your thinking a little. They aren't infesting Area-12. They are Area-12. 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SCP-7567 | euclid | Dr Kira Moto Want more? Item #: SCP-7567 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7567-1, no extensive procedures are required. Anyone claiming to have been affected by SCP-7567-1 are to be discredited. Any objects found within SCP-7567-2 are to be contained on item-by-item bases. Description: SCP-7567 is the designation given to three anomalies situated on Mount Fuppushi, Hokkaido, Japan. SCP-7567-1 refers to the forest surrounding SCP-7567-2. The forest has the ability to confuse a person's sense of direction, intentionally keeping anything away from SCP-7567-2. Any attempts to locate SCP-7567-2 without the proper guide1 or keystone results in the subject appearing at a randomly decided point on Mount Fuppushi. SCP-7567-2 refers to an eleventh-century style estate found at the center of SCP-7567-1. The estate itself is believed to be the main base of the former group of interest 'The Yokai2 Hunters'. SCP-7567-2 appears as it is thought to have been in the year 1100 CE when it was abandoned. It is believed that anything placed within SCP-7567-2 does not age. Whether this effect is similar to the one produced by SCP-6932 is currently unknown. According to supplemental material, the effect was created by 'magicks' that originated from the leading council of the group3. Furthermore, contained within are numerous anomalous items, three hundred pieces of documentation, and a multitude of non-anomalous weapons and armor originating from 700 CE to 1100 CE. The study of these items is currently underway. This file will be updated accordingly. SCP-7567-3 is the humanoid that resides within SCP-7567-2. SCP-7567-3 is an Asian male approximately 1.8 meters in height with a pair of black wings resembling those found on Corvus macrorhynchos4. SCP-7567-3 possesses the ability of flight. Furthermore, SCP-7567-3 claims to be trapped inside SCP-7567-2, stating that it would be terminated should it be removed from the premises. For this reason, SCP-7567-3 will be allowed to remain within SCP-7567-2 so long as it remains compliant with Foundation staff. Discovery: SCP-7567 was brought to Foundation attention by SCP-6932 on 03/17/2030 after Foundation staff spoke of rumors surrounding an unknown anomaly attacking people on the Japanese island of Tsushima. The entity was identified as appearing human-like, with large feathered wings and a red-colored face complete with a nose measuring .3 meters. SCP-6932 informed Agent Marcos Halo5 of an anomalous location that contained a great deal of information on the former group of interest, 'The Yokai Hunters, ' and that there was likely information there that would help the Foundation's efforts. While the group disbanded around 1100 CE, it was determined that the information was still valuable. Two Foundation agents were dispatched to locate the area and gather information on SCP-7567 before a research team would be sent in to investigate further. Agent Halo was chosen due to his ties to SCP-6932; Agent Sarah Doom was chosen to accompany the pair in order to act as a neutral third party. SCP-6932 took the pair into its pocket dimension before reappearing in the forest surrounding Mount Fuppushi, Japan6. When asked why SCP-6932 didn't take them directly to the anomaly, it only responded that it was incapable of doing so. It then leads the Agents deeper into the forest. After three hours of hiking, Agent Doom reported believing they were going in circles. When asked, SCP-6932 continued walking, stating that they had nearly arrived and would not elaborate further. It was noted that while nothing about the forest changed, SCP-6932's pace grew quicker. Agents Doom and Halo reported exiting into a clearing that held a well-maintained estate, now SCP-7567-2. The recordings made of SCP-7567-2 have been transcribed in Addendum 7567-1. Addendum 7567-1: The following recording is the video logs captured by Agents Halo and Doom. Open Halo Video Log 7567.1 Close Halo Video Log 7567.1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 03/19/2030 NOTE: Agent Halo's video has the better quality of the two and thus is used for any portion in which the two were together. [BEGIN LOG] 10:43: Halo: What's this? It looks old. 10:43: Doom: Why would I know? We just got here. Did you think about asking your friend there? 10:44: Halo: <Halo sighs> Fine… Sensei! What is this place? 10:44: SCP-6932 This is the home of the Hunters. 10:44: <The video pans over the estate. Moss and vines are growing up the side of the building. A short wall encircles the area, and a small gateway is seen, which leads to a courtyard.> 10:46: <The pair enter the courtyard. Multiple weapons are sitting around what appears to be a training area. Doom is seen going to investigate, only to stop about a meter away.> 10:47: Halo: Doom? What's up? 10:48: <Doom turns, appearing confused.> 10:48: Doom: These are far too sharp to be that old. These are either new, or something's taking care of them. 10:48: Halo: Weird. What do you think of this? 10:49: SCP-6932: Nothing can get here without a guide. Only they have the keystones to navigate the forest. Come. We should move on. 10:51: <The group heads inside. The interior of the building seems unusually clean. SCP-6932 leads the agents further in, explaining a bit about the structure. There is a multitude of rooms. Something is knocked over in the distance. A nearly inaudible sound is heard though it can't be identified. > 10:57: <SCP-6932 brings them into a large room filled with files of varying sizes. It seats itself at the single desk in the room. Halo and Doom begin investigating. Noise can be heard from the right of the group. Doom goes to investigate.> 10:58: <Halo continues to look through the files, many of which appear to be journals. Nearly all of them are in the same ancient Japanese dialect.> 11:03: Halo: Are these the records from the Hunters? There's so many of them. 11:04: SCP-6932: The Hunters protected this land for nearly four centuries. It is only natural that their records would reflect that. This is only the beginning. 11:04: <Halo returns to the files, noting a few numbers thought to be various dates. [END LOG] Close Halo Video Log 7567.1 Open Doom Video Log 7567.1 Close Doom Video Log 7567.1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 03/19/2030 NOTE: Agent Doom's recording begins after the pair separate. [BEGIN LOG] 10:58: <Doom rushes through the building. Her pistol is drawn. It is silent other than Doom's breathing.> 11:02: <A shadow disappears behind a corner. Doom follows it but finds nothing. Doom continues with her investigation.> 11:08: <Doom curses as she stumbles. Something dark briefly flashes across the video.> 11:10: Doom: Where are you, you bastard! I know you're here! 11:10: <A laugh is heard nearby. Footsteps sound from behind Doom.> 11:11: <Doom turns to confront the sounds. A tall man with black, bird-like wings is standing a meter away. Doom takes a step back, leveling her pistol at the entity. The entity only seems amused.> 11:12: Doom: Who are you? How did you get here? 11:12: Unknown: So you're one of this age's Hunters. I had been wondering when Sensei would bring some. 11:13: <The video drops away from the entity for a moment. When it angles back, the man is gone. Doom returns to searching the building.> 11:17: <Laughter can be heard as Doom enters another room. Doom kicks at the floor. More laughter is heard.> 11:20: <Doom enters another section. The entity is standing in the hallway. It assumes an unknown stance. Doom is forced into an altercation in which she is quickly overwhelmed. A thud is heard as the camera is pointed to the ceiling. Doom is lifted and carried to the edge of the estate. Doom is placed down, and the video records a slow crawl through the forest until Doom is spontaneously transported elsewhere.> [END LOG] Close Doom Video Log 7567.1 Open Halo Video Log 7567.2 Close Halo Video Log 7567.2 VIDEO LOG DATE: 03/19/2030 NOTE: Agent Halo is still looking through the records. [BEGIN LOG] 11:25: <A sound is heard behind Halo. Halo turns to find nothing unusual.> 11:26: Halo: Something's going on here. Doom shouldn't be gone for so long. 11:27: <SCP-6932 appears amused. It does not give Halo any answers.> 11:30: <A laugh is heard from nearby. Halo turns to find the winged entity standing behind him.> 11:32: Halo: Hello there? Who are you? 11:33: Unknown: You're here for information, correct? 11:33: Halo: Uh, yeah? I mean, we got something terrorizing an island somewhere south of here. Sensei told us we could find information on it here. 11:34: <The subject turns toward SCP-6932. Then it turns back to Halo.> 11:35: Unknown: I'll give you the information you want, but you'll have to pass a simple test first. <The man grins.> It's simple, I assure you. 11:36: <The subject is seen getting into an unknown martial arts position. Three seconds pass before Halo is forced into an altercation. The next fifteen seconds are blurred, and the movement of limbs blocks the video.> 11:38: <The camera is knocked away from Halo and lands on its side. Halo continues the altercation. The entity has the advantage.> 11:52: <Halo is forced to surrender. The subject leaves Halo and looks directly at the camera before picking it up. It examines the device before handing it back to Halo.> 11:53: Unknown: You were looking for information then? What Yokai are you having trouble with? 11:53: SCP-6932: I believe it to be D-06. That is what you labeled him, yes? 11:53: <The entity pales, then begins to rifle through the various documents. He pulls two books from the shelves and hands them to Halo.> 11:54: Unknown: There is the information you seek. I assume you'll find it helpful? 11:55: Halo: Is there any other help you can give us? You seem pretty knowledgeable. 11:55: <The entity vanished. The video lands on SCP-6932, who stands and motions for Halo to follow. The pair depart the estate, though Halo attempts to inquire about Doom. SCP-6932 states that it will search for her later. Halo does not argue.> [END LOG] Close Halo Video Log 7567.2 Both items collected by Agent Halo were sent for translation. Agent Doom was recovered thirty-six hours later in Tomakomai, Hokkaido, Japan. Agent Doom was mostly unharmed, aside from a few scratches obtained during her journey. Due to the increase of dangerous anomalous entities related to The Yokai Hunters, MTF Shi-2 was formed. The twelve-person team was assigned to study with SCP-6932 in order to learn the key to accessing SCP-7567-2. SCP-6932 gave possession of its keystone to Agent Halo, stating that since he had passed, he would be allowed to enter SCP-7567-2 as he pleased. Agent Halo was assigned to act as a guide for MTF Shi-2. Addendum 7567-2: 03/22/2030, the documents given to Agent Halo were translated. One was information pertaining to a creature labeled as D-06; the other appeared to be a journal. The journal was written by the presumed leader of The Yokai Hunters, SCP-7567-3. It appears to detail the decline of the group. Open Journal Close Journal Everything I've worked towards for so long is falling from my grasp. Ishiyama's dead, my friend disappeared, and my hunters are falling apart. This was all because of that damned Oni. I knew sending Ishiyama was a risk, but she was the only one I could trust with the assignment. We needed information. Oh, Ishiyama. I should never have assigned you that mission. I know your father tried to stop you, and he probably blames himself. But it's my fault you're dead. I wouldn't be surprised if he refuses to forgive me, but even then… There's no excuse for what I've done to you. Nothing that can make this right. I miss you dearly already. Clearly, you held more sway over the Hunters than you thought. They looked to you to guide them in our latest exploits, even if you never believed it. My Hunters changed so much once you were one of them, and your loss seems to be more than they can take. Nearly all my scouts have resigned, and many of the others quit. You were invincible to them. Now that you're gone, they've grown scared. They fear what's out there just as they've grown to fear death. Just as your father was a pillar of strength to them, you held a role you never even knew about. I'll consider myself lucky if I ever see him again. My friend had warned me what would happen should Ishiyama die. He told me he wouldn't stand for it. He's raised many children throughout his extremely long life, but I don't think he's loved any of them quite as profoundly as Ishiyama. I saw it with my own eyes. Her death broke him. I'm not sure he will ever recover from that. I'm sorry, My old friend. I should have done better. I'm not sure what I should do. More and more of my Hunters leave every day. The danger is still out there, and more lives will be lost if I can't keep them together. Shiro and Midori agreed to stay; it's not like they have anywhere else to go. Shiro's home was ransacked, and Midori's only a child. I feel back for doing this to them. They shouldn't have to stay here and watch my dreams crumble. I asked Aoi to set some wards up. His magicks are strong enough to last for centuries, maybe even millennia. It's hard to tell, really. I don't care what happens to me; gods know I deserve my fate with what I've done. Even if I am to die here, I want to ensure our research remains. If the Hunters are no longer needed, then so be it. But there will always be malicious Yokai, and humanity needs to be prepared. I've heard whispers recently of a new group forming. They call themselves warriors and claim to be held to a code of honor. If this is true, I'll send whatever scraps remain of my Hunters to join their ranks. Humans still need protection. My Hunters will be able to help these warriors if only to inform them of the threats they may face. Aoi has some Hunters making copies of some of our research. It should help whoever receives it. He's always been good at planning ahead, I'm just glad my work can be useful one final time. Aoi finished placing his wards today. He's secured the forest around here, and the base will be safe from intruders. He told me he would set the wards when the last of my Hunters leave. Aoi explained that he still needed something to tie them to, something for the wards to focus on. I told him to connect them to me. He tried to argue with me. I know what I was asking. I don't intend to leave this place. I'm aware that I'll be trapped here by tying the wards to my life. It doesn't matter. An eternity of loneliness is a suitable punishment for everything I've done. Still, Aoi argued. He didn't want to do that to someone. I shut him down. This is my choice, my punishment for the sins I've committed. I doubt Aoi will understand this. I don't blame him, though. He's always been kind. I'll miss him when he leaves. I've asked that he take one of his keystones to my old friend should he see him. I'm grateful he agreed. The last of my Hunters left today, and with them went the shattered remains of my dream. I've made sure to double-check everything. All of our weapons are in place. Every magick has been accounted for. Now we wait. Midori seems sad. I'm sure he misses everyone already. And Shiro? I'm pretty sure she's got a crush on me. Hmpft. When thi- I never got to finish my last entry. Aoi activated his wards while I was writing, and I passed out. Shiro found me and took care of me for the four days I was unconscious. I was told Midori tried to leave, but the forest kept returning him. We really are trapped here now. I don't mind. Hopefully, Aoi follows my last orders and takes the few remaining Hunters to those warriors. I can't tell what's happening outside this estate, the forest is too thick, and we're too far from any settlements. I've accepted that I won't see the rest of the world again, but those two are already growing restless. I should be able to go as far as the courtyard. Perhaps I could teach Midori swordplay? Shiro's a decent cook, but she hates housework more than anything. Since those two can go further than I, I think I'll send them to gather supplies. They've got to be getting hungry. Now that I think about it. I haven't eaten anything in nearly a week. I should be starving, but I haven't even so much as wanted a bite. I've been thirsty, but water is easy enough to get my hands on. It rains enough here that just setting out a few pots should collect enough to keep us alive. Still, I worry about those two. They only chose to stay out of a lack of anywhere else to go. I shouldn't force them to stay should they decide to leave. I won't blame them if they do. Gods, it's been a while since I found this thing. Midori vanished into the forest a time ago. He never came back. I can tell that Shiro's thinking the same thing. This place is taking its toll on her, suffocating as it is to live in the shadows of a once busy place. No matter. When she leaves, I'll deal with it then. For now, there are more important things to attend to. I've been keeping this place clean. It takes several days to get through everything, but it's something to do. The weapons need to be cleaned and oiled, though I have no idea how I never seem to run out. My records need to be checked for damages and repaired. The estate needs a general cleaning every so often. It's not the life I once had, but it's something. I am alone. Close Journal Addendum 7567-3: 03/23/2030. Half of the population of the Japanese island of Tsushima was terminated by D-06, and the majority of the infrastructure was destroyed. The deaths were covered up under the cover story of a deadly plague, and the island was quarantined. MTF Shi-2 was sent to gather more information from SCP-7567-3, accompanied by Agent Halo. The group was dropped at the same location as before by SCP-6932 before it stated that it would be waiting and vanished. Agent Halo led the group through the forest, stating that he felt he knew the path despite being completely lost the previous time. The group arrived at SCP-7567-2 in less than an hour and began to search for SCP-7567-3. Open Halo Video Log 7567.3 Close Halo Video Log 7567.3 VIDEO LOG DATE: 03/19/2030 NOTE: SCP-7567-2 appears nearly identical to the last visit. The only change is that the weapons in the courtyard have been moved. MTF Shi-2 Commander Bill Anders can be heard throughout the recording. [BEGIN LOG] 13:32: Halo: Alright, guys. Everyone stick together, and you'll be fine. 13:32: Anders: This is the place you found that bird man? What was this test you reported? 13:33: Halo: I'm not sure. I got my ass handed to me; then, I was given stuff and invited to leave. I think it had something to do with Sensei's teachings, though. That bird uses one of Sensei's secret styles. 13:34: <The group enters the building. Upon entering the document storage, the winged entity from before appears. It greets Halo but expresses displeasure with the remaining group.> 13:35: <The man motions for Anders to step forward while assuming the same stance from Log 7567.2. The two enter an altercation for the next ten minutes before Anders surrenders. The entity then asks the next member to step forward and continues until all members have been tested.> 15:40: Unknown: What did you come here for this time? I assume you already have the information I gave you. 15:41: Halo: Yeah, we do. The problem is we don't have anything to combat that thing. You've got a ton of things here. Surely one of them can help us? 15:41: Unknown: My friend must like you, or perhaps he's using you to replace what we lost? I'm surprised he let all of you in, though teaching has always been his weak point. So, you've come for something to help you? Hmm… Ah! I know! 15:42: <Halo and Anders are led through the building while the rest of the team stays behind. The entity stops at a room before it raises a stone to a rune beside the door. The door opens.> 15:48: Unknown: This isn't something we normally used. D series yokai are generally peaceful and sometimes even helpful. Did you happen to come across an aggressive one? Or perhaps something's affecting them? <The man falls silent for a few moments.> Tell me. Do you happen to know what they looked like? How long was their nose? 15:49: Anders: What? Why does that matter? 15:49: Halo: That's something you can identify them by? If I recall, I think the report stated it was something like this? <Halo's arms move in front of the camera as he demonstrates. After regaining the video, the entity appears distraught.> 15:50: Unknown: This is bad news… I think I have something that'll work. I won't stop you, not if Sensei trusts you. But know that the magick of this item is dangerous. I wouldn't even take it into the dojo. If it touches anything, it'll hurt him. 15:51: <The subject turns to a row of weapons and stops in front of a wooden club. It raises the stone to the rune on the wall. The club falls to the ground. The subject picks it up and hands it to Halo.> 15:52: Unknown: That can neutralize any magick that's been cast. Curses, magicks, even Sensei's dojo, it makes no difference. If I'm right, then it should solve your problem. If not, well, you can always use it to knock him out. 15:53: Anders: Thanks. You seem nice enough for a bird man. You got a name or somethin'? Since my team and I have been assigned to clean up the messes related to this place, I'd like somethin' easier to call you. 15:53: Unknown: It's been a long time since anyone bothered… Last name I had was Kuro7. 16:00: <Halo and Anders rejoin the rest of the team. Halo motions for them to follow and begins leading the group back to the rendezvous point.> [END LOG] Close Halo Video Log 7567.3 Addendum 7567-4: On 03/24/2030, MTF Shi-2 encountered D-06 as it made its way into the northernmost parts of Tsushima. Commander Anders held the club they had received from SCP-7567-3 and ordered the team to pin D-06 in order to make an opening for Anders to act. It was reported that the information on D-06 was correct, as seismic activity in the area increased as the altercation began. D-06 was shot multiple times by members of the team but did not seem to react. Furthermore, it appeared to heal at an accelerated rate as it seemed to focus on moving toward the nearby town and only gave attention to the members that attempted to harm or block it. Commander Anders used the opportunity to get close to D-06, only to be knocked back as he went to swing at it. D-06 screeched, turning to face Commander Anders directly. Anders had reportedly sustained two broken ribs from the impact and was still recovering from the blow when D-06 reached him. Another member, Eric Bunnelbee, grabbed the club and swung at D-06. While the blow only seemed to daze the entity momentarily, the team reported seeing an odd purple haze coming off it after the blow. Bunnelbee was knocked away from D-06 once it recovered, dropping the club. Commander Anders retrieved the club once more, preparing to strike D-06 before it could reach him again. Anders was able to land a solid hit on the creature, releasing more of the purple haze from the entity. The team managed to land five more hits on the creature, sustaining a multitude of broken bones in the process. After the seventh hit, D-06 dropped to its knees and seemed confused. It asked Commander Anders where it was and why it was there. It then recognized the club, which was in the possession of another team member, and began to panic. D-06 eventually apologized for anything it may have done and thanked the team for freeing it before it rushed off. Commander Anders received a formal reprimand for allowing D-06 to escape, but no other action was taken. SCP-6932 Yokai Hunters SCP-7568 Footnotes 1. Currently, only SCP-6932 and Agent Halo are able to enter the area without assistance. 2. An antiquated Japanese term for spirits, demons, or other supernatural entities. 3. See Addendum 7567-2. 4. Large billed crow 5. Agent Halo has spent a great deal of time around SCP-6932 6. SCP-6932 was allowed to take this trip as a reward for good behavior. Agent Halo was tasked with keeping an eye on it. 7. Black. |
SCP-7568 | keter | Item #: SCP-7568 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7568 is to be kept in an underground humanoid containment cell thirty meters below Site 250. No living creatures are to come within twenty meters of SCP-7568. Description: SCP-7568 is the decomposed corpse of a woman of Asian descent. Based on the clothing worn by the entity, SCP-7568 originated in eighth-century Japan. SCP-7568 believes itself to be a living person. SCP-7568 possesses a cognitohazardous effect that allows it to be observed by others as if it were still alive. Often it appears as a young woman that most observers find aesthetically pleasing. The cognitohazardous effect grows stronger the longer a living creature is within proximity of SCP-7568. SCP-7568's cognitohazard properties also allow it to compel affected subjects to follow the desires of SCP-7568 within 20 meters. These subjects are classified as SCP-7568-1 instances. If an SCP-7568-1 instance is continuously within twenty meters of SCP-7568 for more than one month, the proximity will result in the subject's termination due to a weakening of a subject's immune system while around SCP-7568. The cognitohazard is believed to be ignored by those whose bodies produce a low amount of Dopamine and Norepinephrine. Research on this property is ongoing. Discovery: SCP-7568 was brought to the Foundation's attention after a series of odd disappearances involving MTF Shi-2. Several members were seen leaving Site 250 to meet with an unknown woman1. On 06/30/2032, Agent Terry Metroid was captured on camera escorting Hyuse, the child adopted by SCP-69322, out of the site alongside SCP-7568. The trio passed several groups of guards, although none made a move to stop them despite Hyuse's protest. When they reached the front gate, an Agent attempted to stop the trio but was shot by Agent Metroid before they could act. It is unknown where Hyuse was taken after leaving the site. Hyuse reappeared at the gates to Site 250 three days later, though she claimed not to know how she got there. She was promptly taken for interrogation. Addendum 7568-1: Open Interview 7568.1 Close Interview 7568.1 Interviewed: Shiko Hyuse Interviewer: Researcher Erickson Foreword: As the incident was related to SCP-6932, there was suspicion that it involved the group of interest 'The Yokai3 Hunters.' Researcher Erickson4 was pulled from his duties to conduct the interview. <Begin Log> Erickson: So, Shiko? That's your name, right? Hyuse: Yeah! How'd you know? I haven't seen you around before. Erickson: <Chuckles.> I was recently assigned to research cases like your father. I even had several lessons with him before starting this post. <Hyuse stares at Erickson.> Hyuse: You don't look familiar, and I know all of Dad's students. Erickson: I assure you, I did train with him. But we have something more important to talk about. Can you tell me what happened while you were away from the site? Hyuse: You mean when that weirdo had me? Erickson: Yeah. Tell me about it? Hyuse: It was a zombie or something. Like, it was all gross and rotting. I could see its bones and stuff, but no one else seemed to notice. Erickson: Really? Our video feed from the day shows a pretty Asian woman. <Hyuse pouts> Hyuse: It wasn't pretty! It was gross and rotting, but no one else could see it! Erickson: Why do you think that is? Hyuse: I dunno. I think that's its anomaly. That is what you call them, right? <Erickson doesn't answer.> Erickson: Do you know what it wanted with you? Hyuse: It had me reading all kinds of stuff. Some of it was weird, like the stuff Dad gets sometimes. Erickson: What was it about? Do you remember? Hyuse: Something about a 'magick' called 'Absolution.' There wasn't much about it, but I think that thing's searching for it. Erickson: Did you figure out anything else while you were there? <Hyuse stays silent.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Research into 'Absolution' is considered a top priority, and security around the entrance to SCP-6932's pocket dimension has been increased. Close Interview 7568.1 After the interview, SCP-6932 was seen to increase its watch over Hyuse. It would not allow Foundation staff near the child and has banned all but Agent Halo from entering for the foreseeable future. Addendum 7568-2: On 07/05/2032, Hyuse was taken from Site 250 after three members of MTF Shi-2 were seen dragging the child out. Hyuse was handed off to SCP-7568, and the three members did not reenter the building. Due to the previous incident, Hyuse was outfitted with a GPS tracker. The device was fully functional. After twenty-two hours, the signal stopped at a location in Kristiansund, Norway. MTF Shi-2 was sent to apprehend SCP-7568, gaining permission from SCP-6932 to use its pocket dimension for transport. When the team raided the building at the last known coordinates, they found nothing besides a GPS tracker. There were no signs of Hyuse, and none of the town's inhabitants knew of a child matching Hyuse's description. Hyuse was labeled as MIA. Addendum 7568-3: At 03:21 on 07/12/2032, Foundation Agents planted in the Metropolitan Police Service in London, England, reported a child inquiring about the Foundation and asking for Agent Halo specifically. The Agents reported the child to be coated in dirt and blood and harboring several serious injuries. The child was carrying a book and refused attempts by the Agents to get the child medical attention despite it being available on the scene. The Agents were eventually able to persuade the child into accepting the offer. The child was reportedly anxious until Agent Halo arrived5. Agent Halo identified the child as Shiko Hyuse and took her into his custody. Once she returned to Site 250, the book she was carrying was examined, and Researcher Erickson interviewed her. Open Interview 7568.2 Close Interview 7568.2 Interviewed: Shiko Hyuse Interviewer: Researcher Erickson Foreword: Hyuse displayed signs of anxiety and refused to interview unless Agent Halo or SCP-6932 were present. The request was granted. <Begin Log> Erickson: Shiko. It's been a while since we've seen each other. <Hyuse does not respond.> Erickson: Are you willing to tell me what happened? We lost you after Kristiansund. Hyuse: It took me somewhere. It bewitched some people to drive us somewhere. Erickson: Where did you go? Hyuse: Sweden, I think? I don't think it realized I knew where we were going. Erickson: You knew where you were heading? How? <Hyuse is reported to have grown increasingly uncomfortable at this point and refused to answer.> Hyuse: It had other people there… Erickson: What? Hyuse: The place it took me. It had other people. It… Um… <Erickson remains quiet until Hyuse continues.> Hyuse: It had me reading more stuff. It said something about 'Absolution' being in the hands of something called Yokai Hunters? But that's not important. You probably want to know about the others? <Erickson nods, then motions for Hyuse to continue.> Hyuse: A lot of them looked sick. I think it was from being around it for a long time. But like, they obeyed it without question. They were like slaves and couldn't comprehend why I didn't like it. It had a journal or something it was writing in. The journal seemed important to it; it wouldn't even let its slaves touch it. Hyuse: Eventually, I finished what it had me reading, and it grabbed me with its gross hands. It tried to give me to its slaves to deal with, but I didn't want to go. So I took my chance to escape. I grabbed its journal on the way out. Erickson: How'd you manage that? Undoubtedly one of them would have caught you if there had been that many people? Hyuse: I'm not helpless! You do remember who my father is? I've lived in a world of martial arts and secret agents my whole life. Erickson: Right… Sorry. How'd you get to London then? That's quite the distance. Hyuse: What part did you not understand? I've lived around Foundation Agents. There's no way I wouldn't have picked stuff up. <Erickson does not respond.> Hyuse: Is there anything else? Erickson: No, that's all for today. <End Log> Closing Statement: Hyuse immediately left the room and returned to SCP-6932's pocket dimension, taking the journal with her. SCP-6932 would not allow anyone to enter for several days. Close Interview 7568.2 MTF Shi-2 was sent to the location indicated by Hyuse. While SCP-7568 was not present, they located twenty males ranging from twenty to forty-seven years of age. Many were extremely confused once removed from the property and did not understand that they were ill. They grew combative once informed they could no longer stay around SCP-7568. Addendum 7568-4: The journal recovered by Hyuse was translated on 07/15/2032. Hyuse translated the journal within a day. Researcher Erickson was able to confirm that the translations were accurate. Open Journal 7568.1 Close Journal 7568.1 My dear, you've been away so long. I miss you dearly. I know you'll come back to me soon, but it pains me so much for you to be away. Perhaps you'll take me to that lake we once enjoyed, or we'll go on a trip. It doesn't matter, so long as we can be together. Why have you been so distant? Every time you're home, you leave almost immediately. Do you hate me? Am I no longer pleasing to you? Did the whores get to you? You stopped being honest with me a long time ago. If you can't trust me, then what am I to do? I will not sit here like a good housewife while you go off every day without telling me where. Well, I'm going to find out. When you leave next, I'll trail you and figure out where you're going. My head hurt when I woke. It was late, and you were nowhere to be found. I returned home to find it empty except for my journal. Why did you leave this? I know you cheated on me, but surely I meant something to you? I got some weird looks from someone. I hated it. It was like I was dead. But that's impossible, for the dead can never walk among us. A group of drunks approached me. They stank of cheap sake and wouldn't stop hitting on me. At least they knew the worth of a woman. Everywhere I look, I see you. You and that whore who stole you from me. I can't stand it. If I can't have you, then why should anyone else? You were my everything, and you stole that from me. No one else deserves to feel that happiness. I will purge this world of such betrayal. But I am but one person. Perhaps I can find some magick that can help? I hear the Hunters have a great deal. Those damned Hunters! I tried approaching, and they attempted to take my life! Damn, men! I'll have to find a way inside. Surely they have something to be able to help me? I convinced two of them to let me in. They were nearly falling over themselves to help me. No one stopped me this time. I got to look through their records and came across a magick called 'Absolution.' It's a shame I was interrupted then. That damned Yokai kicked me out. I should have stabbed him where he stood, interrupting me like that. At least those two followed me out. They even came back with me. I should be able to use them to get more information. That Yokai kicked my spies from the Hunters. Damn it all! They've started growing ill, though that doesn't matter much. I need to stay focused. I told them to bring me someone else I could use. They happily obliged, and I was given a new plaything. This one was just as happy to dance for me. I asked him to bring information on Absolution back to me. Absolution is just what I need! However, I have new problems now. My playthings have died. The Hunters have broken apart. I can't even get near the building now; I just end up somewhere else. I'll have to get my information elsewhere. For so long, I've searched. I've wandered this land long enough to watch it change. I watched as the people that inhabited it changed with the land. My goals have stayed, though. I'm sure I can find someone in this age to fulfill my goals. It's so easy to make them obey. All I have to do is go up to somebody, and they can't resist my desires. I'm sure I'll get my information soon. Someone has to know how to get into that damned estate. I've heard rumors of an ancient Yokai that can get into the estate. And better yet, it appears he's taking others in as well. All I have to do is convince one of them to bring me what I need. It'll be so simple. Apparently that Yokai's got a kid. If I can just get to it, I'll be able to get what I want. The only problem is the brat is immune to my suggestions. I'll have to get someone else to bring it to me. There are plenty of playthings around that I can play with. Close Journal 7568.1 A second journal was recovered from SCP-7567-26 and given to Foundation personnel upon request. Open Journal 7568.2 Close Journal 7568.2 There's been a Hone Onne7 around my men recently. She's gotten into my documents, and while that wouldn't normally bother me, there are a few which shouldn't be available to most. The one she found in particular… I admit, we don't have much on this 'Absolution,' but what little we do have paints a deadly picture. I'm going to have a few of my scouts take a look into it. Two of Ishiyama's men should be able to figure out precisely what this magick does. We've gotten some information on the Absolution magick. I still need more information, but what I have is not looking good. What I know of it so far is that its magick is strong enough to wipe something off the face of this planet. What, I don't know. Maybe I can get Ishiyama to figure this out for me? Thanks to Ishiyama's efforts, we've learned exactly what this magick is. Absolution is a magick in which thirty humans are sacrificed over three days in a bloodless manner. At least three people perform the ritual, while at least one chants. The content of the chant is subject to a desire the celebrants have. Specifically, it is limited to the complete removal of something from existence. After thirty humans have been sacrificed, two of the celebrants must be sacrificed. How? Doesn't matter. Once completed, the remaining celebrant must state their desire and draw three drops of blood. The celebrant will fall unconscious for twenty-seven hours if the ritual has been appropriately completed. Upon waking, the wish will be fulfilled. This is too dangerous to be left out like this. I'm going to hide this information in the now dead language of my people and then burn the original. No living soul should have access to this. Close Journal 7568.2 As Hyuse was capable of reading the secondary journal despite the unknown language, Researcher Erickson put in a request for Hyuse to assist in translation. The proposal was approved. Addendum 7568-5: On 07/20/2032, Site 250 was attacked by a previously unknown force. It is speculated that the force originated from SCP-7568 as many of the members were Foundation staff. MTF Shi-2 was on-site during the first attacks, as several members were negotiating with SCP-6932 over the protection of Hyuse. Once the team was alerted to the attack, they set into action. Several members guarded the entrance to SCP-6932's pocket dimension while the remaining members found and protected the rest of the site's staff. All members were accounted for within the pocket dimension within ten minutes except Hyuse and Researcher Erickson, as they were not on-site at the time. Several of the attacking forces attempted to enter but were denied entry. MTF Shi-2 used the time to devise a plan to retake the base with minimal casualties. It was decided that the team would split up. Three members of MTF Shi-2, including Commander Bill Anders, left the pocket dimension with the intention of scouting the area. Open Video Log 7568.1 Close Video Log 7568.1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/20/2032 NOTE: The video is from Commander Anders. [BEGIN LOG] 14:08: <The team begins to make their way through the base. They come across three separate SCP-7568-1s. The instances are simple to incapacitate as they did not attempt to defend themselves. Anders orders the remaining team members to lock the instances in a containment cell.> 14:12: <Anders reaches the front door, which has been left ajar. Outside stands SCP-7568 along with twenty SCP-7568-1 instances. Erickson is seen within the group holding a pistol to Hyuse's head.> 14:13: SCP-7568: If the brat moves, kill her. I would play with it more, but it's a troublesome toy. 14:13: <Anders turns back to the rest of the team before stumbling. He curses softly.> 14:14: Anders: We need to get Shiko out of there. As far as we're aware, she's the only one not affected by that skip. We need someone immune if we're going to get out of this. 14:14: Fenris: And how would you suggest that? I'm sure you can feel the effects of that thing just like we can. 14:14: <Anders remains quiet for thirty seconds.> 14:15: Anders: With the skip being undead, I doubt our bullets will do anything. Tethras, do you think you could disable Erickson without killing him? He's the only researcher we've got, and we all know how much of a pain it is to get a new one. 14:15: Tethras: You mean without hurting Hyuse too? Probably, but I'll need a minute to get set up. <Tethras runs off.> 14:16: Anders: Alright. Once he's ready, we'll strike. Everyone besides Erickson and Hyuse is expendable. 14:18:<Tethras reports in, stating that he is in position. Anders signals the start of the operation. A gunshot is heard, and Erickson is seen dropping the gun as he curses. Erickson looks around before attempting to flee. He is caught by SCP-7568. Hyuse takes the opportunity to break free as a firefight breaks out.> 14:19: <A grunt is heard from Fenris. The remaining few SCP-7568-1 instances are terminated, with the exception of researcher Erickson. SCP-7568 appears furious. Hyuse is seen running into the building.> 14:19 <Anders and Fenris are blocking the doorway. Footsteps are heard nearby as Tethras announces himself. Tethras is heard attempting to console Hyuse.> 14:24: <The group heads back to SCP-6932. Hyuse visibly relaxes once inside.> 14:28: <Fenris begins to receive medical attention for the wound received during the firefight.> 14:29: Tethras: After we took out those instances, the ones in the building grew violent. We're going to have a much harder time retaking this building now. Besides, I'm sure you felt it too. That skip's effect is pretty potent. 14:29: Anders: I know. I don't think we'll be able to make it through another excursion. Just being near that thing was making it hard to think straight. 14:30: <The group is silent.> 14:31: Anders: Hey, kid. <Hyuse turns to Anders.> You know your way around this place? 14:32: Hyuse: Yeah. Halo showed me around, and I'm allowed to go where I want as long as I'm not in anyone's way. 14:32: Anders: Think you could make your way to the control room? <Hyuse nods.> Alright. We'll walk you through setting off the containment protocol for a wide-scale breach when you get there. It'll block off all the hallways and make it easier to deal with everything out there. Fenris, give the kid your mic and camera. [END LOG] Close Video Log 7568.1 Open Video Log 7568.2 Close Video Log 7568.2 VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/20/2032 NOTE: Although the use of Foundation equipment by other parties is against Foundation policy, its use was allowed in this circumstance. The video starts as Hyuse enters the control room. By this point, she had already dodged several patrols consisting of SCP-7568-1 instances. [BEGIN LOG] 15:02: Hyuse: Alright. I'm here. <Hyuse approaches a panel with a multitude of buttons. There are three large screens with security footage above the panel. A mouse is positioned to the right of the panel.> 15:03: Anders: Okay. Do you see something that looks like a red button under a case? 15:03: Hyuse: Yeah? 15:04: Anders: Don't touch that. That's the button for the nuke under the base. You're looking for a nearby square button labeled with something like 'doors.' 15:05: Hyuse: Blast doors? 15:05: Anders: Yeah, that's the one. Hit it, and it should seal off the facility. You'll be trapped in that room for a while, but you'll be safe. 15:06: <The facility seals itself as a knock comes from the door behind Hyuse. Hyuse jumps and turns to watch the security feed.> 15:06: Anders: Alright. I'm going to send a squad out for a few minutes to start clearing the area. To get around all the blast doors, we're going to have Sensei here get us where we need to be. Keep an eye on the camera and tell us where we need to go. Now, where's the first group? 15:07: Hyuse: There's like four of them in the hall beside the cafeteria. 15:07: <The security feed shows a pair of MTFs appearing in the specified hallway. They terminate the SCP-7568-1 instances before disappearing. Hyuse calls out another location before the same scene replays. This continues until all visible instances have been terminated.> 15:27: Hyuse: Alright, I think that's all of them. 15:28: Anders: You need to now release the security override for the doors. You're looking for a button labeled 'End Override.' Once you hit it, it'll request a code. It's [DATA REDACTED]. 15:30: <The facility is reopened. Hyuse is instructed to wait where she is.> [END LOG] Close Video Log 7568.2 Open Video Log 7568.3 Close Video Log 7568.3 VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/20/2032 NOTE: The recording is from MTF Shi-2 member Alex Hawke as the team attempts to contain SCP-7568. [BEGIN LOG] 16:00: <Hawke is proceeding through the hallways, and two sets of footsteps are following her. SCP-7568 can be heard taunting the group from a distance.> 16:03: <The group stops once it has sight of SCP-7568. Erickson is still beside it, covered in blood. SCP-7568 is seen caressing Erickson's cheek; Erickson attempts to move and appears distressed. He turns towards Hawke. Hawke draws her pistol, leveling it at Erickson. He remains still before weakly nodding his head. She whispers an apology before shooting him in the head, terminating him. SCP-7568 recoils and then turns to the group. She screams before charging them.> 16:04: Hawke: You were right, Sir! Heading your way now! 16:04: <The group rushes through the facility. SCP-7568 can be heard approaching the group.> 16:05: <Hawke approaches the door to the currently unfinished lower level of the facility. Anders is standing beside it and pulls it open as Hawke approaches.> 16:05: <Hawke dives to the side at the last moment, causing SCP-7568 to enter the stairway. Tethras is seen kicking the entity down the stairs. Loud thuds are heard as it tumbles down the partially finished stairway. Thirty seconds pass before the sounds stop.> 16:06: Anders: Shiko, now! 16:06: <The sound of the blast doors closing at the bottom and top of the stairway is heard. SCP-7568 screams but is unable to ascend the stairs. Several loud bangs are heard before SCP-7568 grows silent.> 16:07: Anders: You can come back now, Shiko. It's safe. 16:07: Hawke: Now we just need someone to get us a cell for this thing. You sure it's far enough away to be safe? 16:08: Anders: No. but it's definitely better than nothing. That's why we gave Shiko sole access to those doors. If one of us does become affected, we won't be able to free it. It'll give us time. 16:08: Anders: Go ahead and get everybody back to work. We need to get this place cleaned up and contact Site 79. They're the closest site and should be able to help us. I would contact command directly, but as Erickson was the only Researcher here, we don't have access to his files. [END LOG] Close Video Log 7568.3 A containment cell for SCP-7568 was constructed below the site within a week. Efforts to replace Researcher Erickson are ongoing. SCP-7567 Yokai Hunters SCP-7569 Footnotes 1. The woman was later classified as SCP-7568. 2. SCP-6932 is an anomalous martial arts instructor that resides within a pocket dimension. It willingly submitted to containment on the condition that the Foundation did not interfere with the child it adopted. 3. An antiquated Japanese term for spirits, demons, or other supernatural entities. 4. Erickson is the lead researcher on the group. 5. Hyuse refused to go with any other Agents, later stating she didn't trust them. 6. SCP-7567-2 is an anomalous building that houses several hundred anomalous items alongside records of hundreds more. It is only accessible using one of two known keystones. 7. The term for a yokai which appears to match the description of SCP-7568. |
SCP-7569 | keter | Dr Kira Moto Want more? Item #: SCP-7569 Special Containment Procedures: The area of Lake Shikotsu in which SCP-7569 resides is to be quarantined from the public under the guise of a nuclear waste spill. All SCP-7569 entities are to be accounted for twice weekly. Should any new entities be discovered outside of the quarantine zone, similar procedures should be followed. If containment is not possible, the entities should be transferred to another quarantine zone. Any civilians who come across SCP-7569 are to be given Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-7569 refers to a race of childlike, reptilian humanoids found in Lake Shikotsu near the base of Mount Fuppushi in Hokkaido, Japan. On average, the entities are 1.2 meters in height, though outliers have been recorded as being a minimum of .8 meters and a maximum of 1.7 meters. The entities possess webbed appendages and gills. SCP-7569 entities have been known to be mischievous, though the entities are equally aggressive towards humans. The entities can learn to speak1, though efforts are limited as the entities tend towards aggression. Currently, three entities have been taught to speak. While on land, the entities do not pose a significant threat to humanity despite their ability to terminate a human effectively using teeth and claws. So long as the entities remain on land, they are relatively simple to contain or eliminate. An SCP-7569 entity that finds itself in a body of water will be much more challenging to contain. SCP-7569 can move much faster in a body of water and will often use the terrain to its advantage. They have been seen to drown humans who have gotten too close before consuming the remains. Discovery: SCP-7569 was brought to Foundation attention after a series of odd interactions with Shiko Hyuse2. Between 05/20/2034 and 06/30/2034, Hyuse could not be located on eight different occasions for up to three hours and was reported to be evasive about her whereabouts. Although the disappearances did not appear to concern SCP-6932 or MTF Shi-2, Researcher Thomas Elwood3 felt the disappearances warranted investigation as Hyuse is currently the only translator for documents related to The Yokai Hunters. Researcher Elwood enlisted the help of Agent Deadspace4 to track the child down. Agent Deadspace located Hyuse on the northern side of Mount Fuppushi during one of her disappearances. Though Hyuse returned to the site, she refused to elaborate on where she had been. During Hyuse's subsequent disappearance on 07/12/2034, Agent Deadspace was able to track the child to Lake Shikotsu, where she was seen to be engaged with an SCP-7569 entity. The entity grew aggressive when Agent Deadspace approached, though it made no move to harm Hyuse. Hyuse appeared resentful but returned to Site 250 without a word. Researcher Elwood ordered MTF Shi-2 to capture one of the SCP-7569 entities for study. The team was unable to locate any of the entities, however. Addendum 7569-1: After seven failed attempts5, Agent Deadspace was able to locate and contain one of the SCP-7569 entities. It was reported that Hyuse was present when the entity was brought in, and her protests were recorded. The entity was heard screaming for help but received no assistance. Researcher Elwood began tests on the SCP-7569 entity to determine its anomalous effects, later interrogating Hyuse to learn why she was keeping SCP-7569 a secret. Open Interview 7569.1 Close Interview 7569.1 Interviewed: Shiko Hyuse Interviewer: Researcher Elwood <Begin Log> Elwood: Why did you keep them a secret? <Hyuse is reported as refusing to look towards Deadspace.> Elwood: Why do you go into the woods? <Hyuse remains silent.> Elwood: This will go easier if you cooperate. Now, tell me, when did you first learn of those creatures? <Hyuse continues her silence. Elwood slams his hands down on the table. Hyuse jumps.> Elwood: Look, I don't have time to be screwing around with a child. Tell me what we're in here for. <Hyuse turns away from Elwood. Elwood sighs.> Elwood: Last chance, kid. <Hyuse continues to ignore Elwood. Elwood responds by grabbing Hyuse by the wrist before beginning his questioning once more. Hyuse ignores him and attempts to escape.> Hyuse: Let. Go. Elwood: Now you feel like talking? Good. Answer the questions; then you'll be free to go. <Hyuse doesn't answer. Instead, she frees herself as Elwood complains. Hyuse yelps before a thud is heard.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Both parties sustained minor injuries and have been disciplined. Close Interview 7569.1 Addendum 7569-2: On 07/20/2034, Hyuse was seen to leave Site 250 alongside three instances of SCP-7569. Researcher Elwood ordered MTF Shi-2 Commander Bill Anders to retrieve Hyuse. Open Video Log 7569.1 Close Video Log 7569.1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/20/2034 [BEGIN LOG] 14:09 <Anders is seen to be making his way through the forest of Mount Fuppushi. Anders is heard speaking to himself.> 14:10: Anders: Stupid, stuck-up researcher… Send an MTF to retrieve a kid; who does he think he is? It's no wonder Shiko doesn't like him. 14:10: Anders: Bastards just mad 'cause… Oh, there she is! 14:11: <Anders begins to move towards Hyuse. There are six SCP-7569 entities6 around her, which appear to grow protective as Anders approaches.> 14:12: Hyuse: It's alright. He won't hurt you. 14:12: SCP-7569-1: You hurt, they you hurt. They us hurt! 14:13: Hyuse: I know, but he didn't hurt any of us… Did you come here to take me back, Mr. Anders? 14:13: <A laugh is heard from Anders. Hyuse is seen protecting her broken wrist for several seconds.> 14:14: Anders: That's what I was sent to do, but screw it. Elwood's got a stick so far up his ass it's coming out his mouth. I'm just glad to get away from him. 14:15: Hyuse: Thanks… If you're not here for me, are you going to do something about them? 14:15: <Anders is quiet for several seconds as the camera pans over the group. Several of the entities grow more protective of Hyuse.> 14:16: Anders: Way I see it, a kid your age needs friends. Seems like you found some. Mind if I sit? 14:16: <Hyuse visibly relaxes, as do the SCP-7569 entities. Anders takes a seat on a nearby rock.> 14:17: Hyuse: Elwood still mad? The only time he's talked to me recently was to yell at me. 14:17: Anders: Still as irritable as ever. What'd he do this time? 14:18: Hyuse: Told me I should stay out of his way because I'm not a researcher. Even though I'm stuck here just as much as the rest of you. Mr. Erickson never saw it that way… 14:18: Anders: Well, Elwood is the lead researcher here. If he doesn't want anyone in his way, that's his right, even if he's an ass about it. You'd think basic manners were beyond him. <Hyuse laughs. The SCP-7569 instances around her begin to disperse.> 14:20: Anders: You always come out here? 14:20: Hyuse: Yeah, it's usually pretty quiet. Well, when these guys aren't here, at least. 14:21: <SCP-7569-2 is seen grabbing Anders' camera and rushing off with it. The camera ends up underwater as Anders calls for its return.> 14:22: <Hyuse is seen jumping into the lake, diving toward the camera. She appears amused. She grabs the device and surfaces.> 14:23: Hyuse: Here. I wouldn't recommend diving in yourself, though. I've seen them eating someone who happened to be swimming too close to their nest. 14:23: Anders: I… What? You have no problems being so close to something you've seen to be dangerous? 14:24: <Anders shifts, placing a knife on his lap.> 14:24: Hyuse: No? It's not that different than what you all do. Something gets too close to a site and they get shot or drugged. And Dad's stories say that most yokai aren't harmful unless something's bothering them. 14:25: Anders: Why are they fine with you, then? They seem more than happy to have you around. 14:25: Hyuse: Back at the beginning of summer, when we had that big storm, a couple of them were trapped. I happened to come out here the next day and found them. I saved a couple of the babies, which seemed to do the trick. I think it was a combination of my aid and the fact that I wasn't scared of 'em. These guys are smarter than they look. 14:26: <Several of the entities are seen splashing around. Another is sitting on a rock overlooking the lake before being pushed in by the final entity. Hyuse laughs.> 14:26: Anders: If you want to stay for a while, we can. I don't want to go back any more than you do. <Hyuse nods.> [END LOG] Close Video Log 7569.1 Security around Lake Shikotsu has been increased. Addendum 7569-3: After an argument between Researcher Elwood and Hyuse resulted in Elwood receiving a broken nose, Hyuse disappeared. Due to the nature of SCP-7569, there was a concern that the entities had terminated Hyuse; however, she was eventually located alongside the SCP-7569 entities. Hyuse had created a small campsite near Lake Shikotsu. Several of the entities were seen helping her, though they grew violent when MTF Shi-2 located the group. Hyuse appeared upset and refused to return with the team, which caused the SCP-7569 entities to begin chasing the group. While they did not follow the MTF out of sight of Hyuse, they continued to pose a problem for the staff. After MTF Agents Hawke and Tethras were injured,7 Commander Anders made his way to Hyuse. Open Video Log 7569.2 Close Video Log 7569.2 VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/23/2034 NOTE: Researcher Elwood has had a formal complaint filed against him for his actions, as described by Hyuse in the following video. [BEGIN LOG] 16:00: <Anders approaches the makeshift campsite. There are currently four entities within one meter of Hyuse. Hyuse appears to be cheerful.> 16:01: <The entities notice Anders. While they make no move towards Anders, the creatures move to protect Hyuse.> 16:02: Anders: Easy. I just want to know what's going on. Can we talk? 16:02: <Hyuse sighs, then nods. The SCP-7569 entities appear apprehensive but allow Anders to approach.> 16:03: Anders: You've been out here for days. Mind telling me what's wrong? 16:03: <Hyuse is silent for several seconds before looking at Anders.> 16:04: Hyuse: You know how, since Mr. Halo left for a while, he gave me his keystone8? 16:04: Anders: Elwood took your keystone?! Surely Kuro9 wouldn't allow that? 16:05: Hyuse: He won't, but that self-righteous butthole was so smug about it. He's been insecure since he got here 'cause he's just a junior researcher, and I've got seniority here. I might be here as a translator, but I've done more research into the Hunters than he ever will10. 16:05: Anders: Well, since I'm reasonably sure this would fall under 'unauthorized access,' I think I can get it back for you. Would you come back to the site when I get it? 16:06: Hyuse: I want an apology. 16:06: Anders: I'll see what I can manage. [END LOG] Close Video Log 7569.2 After returning to Site 250, Commander Anders confronted Researcher Elwood. Elwood claimed that since Hyuse's position was temporary, she should not have been trusted with access to an SCP. However; during the ensuing argument11 several SCP-7569 entities appeared before kidnapping Elwood. Anders was unable to stop it. Elwood was later located on the east side of Mount Fuppushi claiming that the creatures had robbed him. The only thing that was missing from Elwood's possession was the keystone in question. Hyuse returned to the site later that day, though claimed she had nothing to do with the incident. Addendum 7569-4: Hyuse has taken several more trips to Lake Shikotsu to study the SCP-7569 entities. The results of the study have been transcribed below. As they were kept in a personal journal by Hyuse, they do not currently conform to Foundation standards. Open Research Notes Close Research Notes I visited the creatures today. They were somewhat wary the first time I found them, but I'm glad they overcame it. They seem grateful I helped them save their kid, if you can call it that. I don't know much about them, but they like the same lake I do, so they can't be all bad! These guys seem alright, even if they are mischievous. They threw me in the lake, but that's alright. They didn't mean me any harm, and I didn't have anything on me. It's quiet out here, and no one knows where this is. I think I'll come back. Mr. Erickson taught me how to be a researcher, so I think I'll investigate these guys some more before anyone else finds them. They're smarter than I thought. I saw them writing in the mud in some unknown language. Still, I was able to understand it. I had the idea that maybe they could learn to speak. They can clearly read, so I figured they should be able to if they have the correct anatomy. I tried talking to one, but all I got was an odd grumble. Maybe English was too hard for them? Since Dad taught me Japanese, I tried that. They still couldn't form a whole word, but they managed a few sounds. I wonder if I can get a few more to learn too! After Elwood yelled at me again, I came back out here. Dad always says you shouldn't strike out of anger and that you should use your skills to protect people, so I left to cool off. These guys seemed to pick up on that and grew protective of me. I don't think they're necessarily evil creatures. I saw them attack someone who had ventured nearby, but it seemed like they were protecting their territory. I was nearly attacked, too, the first time I came near them. I think if we can keep people out of this area, it'll be enough to keep everyone safe. I would bring it up with Elwood, but besides being incredibly dense, he's an insufferable prick. I don't think it would be a good idea to tell him about these guys. I'll figure something out that should work and put in a request myself. My efforts to teach them to speak have begun to pay off. They've learned to communicate, if only through basic sentences, but it's a start. I think I could try to talk to them about staying put, but there's a bigger problem here. They were able to tell me that they're part of a much larger species. Apparently, they live in remote areas all over Japan. They don't like to deal with humans, but they're not opposed to attacking anyone who gets too close. According to them, they've been here longer than humans. I wonder if it's true. I might ask Kuro about it when I get back. According to what I got from Kuro, the Hunters referred to these guys as 'Kappa' and gave the ones they knew about designations that started with 'K.' Most of the notes confirmed what I already knew, but there was also something there that I didn't quite understand. I thought about asking Dad about it, but I'm not sure he would know either. I guess I'll ask Kuro about it tomorrow. Since these were his notes, he should be able to explain them to me. Ugh, I don't understand this. From what I got from Dad and Kuro the kap-no, I think they're labeled as an SCP now, Someone's bringing the 'yokai' back. I'm not sure I understand it all, but apparently, most of the 'yokai' died out a long time ago. Dad was confident he hadn't seen another one in centuries. I tried asking Kuro for more information, but he just got this look and walked off. He came back and gave me another stack of papers. I haven't had the chance to go through them yet, but just from skimming a few, I can tell I've stumbled upon something much bigger. Close Research Notes Hyuse is in the process of translating and archiving material collected during her last visit to SCP-7567. The relevance of these texts, and their connection to SCP-7569 is yet to be seen. SCP-7568 Yokai Hunters One Hungry Ghost Footnotes 1. To date; they have been taught Japanese and English. 2. The adopted daughter of SCP-6932; an anomalous martial arts instructor that willingly submitted to containment on the condition that the Foundation did not interfere with its child. 3. Newly appointed to Site 250 as the sole researcher on the former group of interest, The Yokai Hunters. 4. Deadspace is considered an expert in wilderness tracking. 5. It is now believed Hyuse had been warning the entities of Deadspace's presence. 6. Henceforth referred to as SCP-7569-1 through SCP-7569-6. 7. Neither sustained severe injuries, leading to the suspicion that the creatures were trying to chase the pair away. 8. Keystones are the only way to enter SCP-7567. Without one, anyone attempting to enter will be randomly placed somewhere on Mount Fuppushi. There are only two known Keystones. 9. SCP-7567-3; the archivist for the documents in SCP-7569-2. It tests every person that enters SCP-7567-2 and removes those who do not pass. 10. The previous lead researcher, Errhen Errickson, had Hyuse aiding in his research. Since his death, Hyuse has been continuing on her own. 11. The argument ensued in the forest near Site-250. |
SCP-7570 | keter | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/7570 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/7570 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item#: SCP-7570 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Current location of SCP-7570 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7570 is currently contained within an abandoned lumber mill, 40 km east of Milam, Texas. No less than four armed guards should be stationed within the nearby Foundation Site-7 at a time to monitor the area and ensure Senior Researcher Regan Morgan is not interrupted during her research on SCP-7570. Anyone caught trespassing on the site should be captured and questioned on their knowledge of the anomaly. A majority of trespassers are lost locals who should be amnesticized and placed back into society according to standard procedure. Members of any GOI should be brought directly to the O5-Council for questioning. The erasure of SCP-7570-1 is the highest priority of the Foundation. Senior Researcher Regan Morgan has been given a temporary extension on her clearance due to her relationship with SCP-7570-1. Any anomaly she thinks might be beneficial to her research will be provided to her after review of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7570 is a machine housed within an abandoned lumber mill near Milam, Texas. SCP-7570 is a temporal displacement device capable of transmitting a constant projection from any point in the past back to the present. The device can simulate the past with no apparent limit; as the furthest point reached by Senior Researcher Regan Morgan was well beyond the creation of our universe. The Foundation first became aware of SCP-7570 after the minuscule town of Milam, Texas was discovered to be consuming power equivalent to that of Chicago. Foundation Agents investigated the abnormality and discovered the dead body of Francis Connery laying against SCP-7570. Connery was a NASA scientist and known procurer of anomalous technology. The Forensics Department ruled this death a suicide due to the self-inflicted gunshot wound. Forensic investigators stated that the incident happened weeks before SCP-7570's discovery. The function of the anomaly was soon discovered along with Connery's journal1 which was wholly destroyed excluding its last page. Regan Morgan’s journal2 contains all information gathered from the notes Connery destroyed. Addendum 1: Francis Connery’s Journal Why did God create the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil? He created the world down to the last atom; he knows everything that has and will happen so why did he create the tree, knowing the serpent would seduce Eve into defiance? Why did he create humanity, knowing of their coming betrayal? Why did he deny Cain’s offering, knowing of the coming fratricide? Why did he give Samson a critical weakness knowing it would be exploited? Why did he make David see Bathsheba bathing on the roof knowing of the blood soon to be spilled? Why did he sow the wind knowing he’d reap the whirlwind? Addendum 2: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan’s Journal ACCESS FILE: Entries 1-6 CLOSE FILE ENTRY 1 I’m being relocated today. I wasn’t told much but I don’t really think it matters anyway. Our funding has been running low for months and Lonnie told me yesterday we’d likely be thrown to random anomalies soon. Can’t say I was too surprised when I got the email today. In fact, the only emotion I felt was anger. Some random Mekhanite piece of trash in backwater East Texas is apparently much more important than our work here. So important they only sent a Junior Researcher to investigate and conjure up the report. It’s times like these that I wonder why we do this job. Yes, I know, secure, contain, protect—but what does that mean at this point? The majority of people here consider the Foundation a prison but that’s not true—prison offers a chance at rehabilitation. The Foundation is a tomb, we lock up things and leave them to rot. Endlessly labeling and categorizing inconveniences before throwing them in a tomb and locking them away. Lonnie was going to change that, Lonnie was going to offer rehabilitation for humanoid anomalies, we were going to change the way the Foundation operated forever. Then they cut our funding and stole our researchers in order to continue labeling and organizing inconveniences for them. Amelia. I do it for her. After I do this I’ll try to regroup with Lonnie, see if we can salvage the program. ENTRY 2 I’ve learned a bit more about the anomaly I’m assigned to and I can’t say I’m not excited. It’s incredible they’re letting such a low-level operative work on such an anomaly. Though, in all honesty, I don’t think the Site Director really understood the impact this thing could have. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself, let me try to explain what it is. As far as the MTF could tell, it was a time machine. A big globe-shaped monstrosity that allows you to observe any time in the past. It doesn’t travel forward, but that doesn’t take away from how incredibly important this thing is. Any mystery that history has forgotten can be completely clarified. Cold murder cases? Solved. Speculating about dinosaurs using only their bones? A thing of the past. The birth of humanity? You can watch it like a movie. I’m shaking thinking of the possibilities. My job is to find out how it works, write a report, and they've given me a week to do it. A full week. Fuck that, I'm exploring now, I ship out tomorrow; they gave me two MTF agents to be my guard dogs. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stick around before they realize what this can do but I hope it’s long enough to hit some of my highlight areas, I’m going to write ideas here while I’m traveling: -Dinosaurs. -What happened with the whole “Croatoan” thing. -The first humans. -The audience's reaction to Vader in “Empire Strikes Back” on opening night. -Give Laika a pat on the head. I’m sure I’ll come up with more but right now that’s all I have. I’m in Milam now, we’re set up in this cabin a few miles out from the machine. I got my own room and the two MTF guys are sleeping together, I offered to take the couch but they seemed to prefer being together. I tried to strike up a conversation but the guys mostly kept to themselves. That’s fine, I might actually enjoy that more. ENTRY 3 The machine is more complex than I originally anticipated. I’ve been here all day and have only now started to understand how it operates. I’ll do my best to transcribe that here, but in all honesty, it's equivalent to a mouse explaining how an air fryer works. When I got here I went through the motions of setting up a desk and laptop outside of the globe. With my battle station ready, I looked through the journals and files that the original owner left behind. I was doing my best to understand the tatters of writing and diagrams but it seemed like the notes were useless jargon even before they were ripped apart. There are, however, a bunch of mentions of something called a “wrist-pad”, from what I can tell it’s what controls the machine. I need it in order to operate SCP-7570 properly and until I find the device our time machine is nothing more than a hunk of unhelpful garbage. After an hour of searching with no luck, I approached the MTF guys to see if they knew anything about it. When I stepped outside the smell of cigarette smoke hit my breath, the guards appeared to have made themselves at home. They sat on two worn folding chairs facing the yellow forest ahead. As I approached I watched them pass the dart back and forth with stories following close behind. I asked them about the wrist-pad much to their annoyance. Apparently, they knew about something found on the previous owner that could be described as a "wrist-pad" but it was off the nearest site, still attached to the dead guy. Annoyance made a reappearance when I told them I needed the device. I impatiently watched a game of rock, paper, scissors that felt like it had a few too many ties, but eventually the guy named Adam lost. The MTF agent grumbled as he called the guys transporting the body and left to meet up with them for the wrist-pad. After that, the other guy, Joseph, got bored and joined me in the lumber mill. Joseph took an interest in the machine that I didn’t expect from him. At the moment I was studying the wiring and he started asking questions, a lot of questions. To be honest I couldn’t answer most of them as I didn’t really know what I was looking at myself. I spent my early career working on SCP-217 so I knew the Mekhanite signature. Yet, this didn’t match any tech from the church. The more I looked the less the machine made sense, at times appearing to be a random assortment of parts. Wires seemed to create loops back into themselves while some didn’t seem to connect to anything at all. Whatever was holding this thing together seemed to be thaumaturgical in nature rather than mechanical. Upon telling Joseph it was a time machine he seemed to latch on to the idea. He began to attack me with questions, asking about things in history we had never figured out. The zodiac killer, JFK, was the moon landing faked, the tank guy from that one video. I couldn’t show him any of these things without the wrist-pad but that didn’t mean I couldn’t turn the machine on. You see, the wrist-pad controlled SCP-7570 but it didn’t activate it. While tinkering that the inner workings I discovered the simulation automatically activates when someone steps inside. The only time it could show was a bit grim but Joseph was insistent we check it out. With nothing more I could really gather from the outside, I relented and led him in. The interior was a sight to behold. As the two of us stepped inside we stared up at the giant dome looming twenty feet over us, the walls lined with an assortment of lenses and screens. The floor was soft and gave a bit when you stepped on it, not unlike a trampoline. There was little order in the chaos on the walls but that didn’t take away from the grandiose feeling gathered from stepping inside. It carried the same aura as a throne or cathedral. I led Joseph inside and shut the hatch behind us. The machine activated and almost instantly the dome started to fill with green smoke. I wasn’t sure what the smoke was but when it slithered up my body I could smell the distinct aroma of roasted chestnuts. I stepped out into the middle and waited until all I saw was green and then watched the lenses activate. The green curtains fell away as light started to shine through the clouds. Eventually, we saw shapes slowly form around us until we were no longer in the dome. We were standing outside the lumber mill, birds were singing, and the morning sun was peeking over the horizon. Joseph was in amazement, asking me how it worked. I explained as best I could, telling him that the lenses simulate the environment onto the smoke around us. The entire machine basically acts as a projector that shows exclusively the past, we aren’t actually taken back through time, only shown it. The reason we were able to walk around was due to the floor acting as a kind of treadmill, when I stepped forward the floor would move back, keeping me in the middle and moving the simulation accordingly. I watched him reach out and touch a tree only for it to vanish into green smoke, he laughed, obviously in pure awe. I felt a smile creep across my face, the thought crossed my mind that Amelia would like this. Joseph reminded me of her in a lot of ways, there was a spark of light in his eyes that filled me with bittersweet nostalgia. Eventually, I pushed the thought from my mind and stepped forward, leading Joseph into the lumber mill. “Where are we?” he asked. “The right question is-” “Don’t finish that joke!” Joseph said, “I’ve heard it in every time travel movie for the past decade.” There was a pause for a moment before I quickly blurted out, “When are we!” “Motherfucker.” “But to answer your question we’re a few weeks before our current time, it’s the last time the machine was powered on with a wrist-pad inside of it.” Just as I finished speaking a man burst from the machine, he was older and looked to be covered in a thin layer of grime. He seemed frantic, like a feral animal, stumbling and breathing heavily. This was Francis Connery, another aspect of the mission that Joseph was uninformed on, referring to him only as ‘dead guy’. I found it strange that MTF agents weren’t told so much about the missions they were assigned to. It seemed the Foundation's lack of resources in the previous months had affected more than just us researchers. I explained Connery to him using the information that came with my files. He was a NASA scientist and very skilled at his job. So skilled, in fact, that he learned about the anomalous world and evaded amnesticization. It took the Foundation one week to decide he wasn’t worth the resources and gave up on the search. Joseph found this tale unbelievable as he considered the Foundation pretty ironclad in its operations. This isn't an uncommon belief, but the truth is that this happened a lot more than most people probably think. Sometimes we can’t find the person or the situation is so crazy that witnesses sound insane to any normal individual. Most of the GOIs consist of these civilians who ran from the Foundation and had nowhere else to turn. Connery was one such person who took a keen interest in anomalous tech he could purchase from MC&D. Joseph listened to my lengthy explanation with bated breath while Connery took his time shredding and burning years of research around us. I found Joseph’s fascination endearing, his curiosity and eagerness to learn would have made him a brilliant researcher in another time. It also led him to his next question. “What made him go all crazy and shit?” “No idea, whatever he saw he didn’t write about.” I answered, “Or maybe he did and just shredded it. The only thing I’ve found that’s legible is the short paragraph he’s about to start writing right… now.” I said as Connery picked up the book and wrote wildly. Joseph stood at his side, watching him write and reading it aloud, when Connery finished Joseph asked, “What does that mean?” “I don’t know.” I lied. “Seems to me he just went crazy.” “Really? You don’t have any idea, theory, or anything like that?” he said, calling my bluff. “Well, there is one theory.” I said, “He was a very religious man from what I’ve been told. First one in the pew every Sunday type. From how he’s writing, it sounds like Francis is listing inconsistencies he’s noticed but never acknowledged till now. My guess is that he found something that didn’t align with his religion. It was too much for him and he…” we both fell silent as Connery retrieved his gun and killed himself with no hesitation. “Damn,” Joseph said, “That’s depressing.” “Are you religious?” I asked, unsure I could provide any comfort if he said yes. “No.” he thankfully replied, “I don’t think there’s many in our line of work that can be. I’ve seen things happen to men that the cruelest gods wouldn’t allow. But I was, and I think it still has a hold on me in ways I don’t realize. When I think of things like the past and future I picture scripture without even thinking about it. I guess I’m like him in a lot of ways, you commit so much of your life to something that it’s hard to let go.” Joseph seemed deep in thought and I experienced the all too familiar feeling of not knowing what to say when someone spills their heart out to you. Eventually, I went with the old classic, “It be like that.” We eventually left with the bitterness of the situation still residing inside of us. As we stepped outside Joseph offered me a cigarette to help with the grimness. I took it and talked with Joseph until Adam returned. I probably shouldn’t be writing all this non-vital information here but it’s kinda therapeutic. Might make this my personal journal and have another strictly for work. We’ll see how it goes. With the wrist-pad, traveling through time is now possible but I still haven’t been able to do so. The device itself is a tablet attached to a brace meant to clamp around the user’s forearm. I wasn’t delighted to see the numerous needles lining the inside of the brace, likely meant to create some neural connection. I really don’t get paid enough for this but I bit down on a piece of wood I found and latched the device into my forearm. The pain is really impossible to describe so I won’t try to. Just know Joseph found be passed out on my desk because of it. With that done I attempted to operate the machine and there’s a few changes I’ve noticed since I acquired the wrist-pad. The first being that the simulation seems much more vivid than before. On my previous explorations the world looked clear enough but there were complications. Some places looked more blurry than others, not unlike my eyesight without glasses. Since I’ve acquired the wrist-pad that issue is completely resolved and I’ve discovered that I no longer require glasses within the dome at all. This is likely the neural connection filling in the blanks that the smoke and lenses couldn’t. I’ve also discovered that I can’t as easily phase through objects conjured within the simulation. Now, when I touch a tree I feel resistance and the texture of the bark; yet with enough effort, I can still push through. As for the tablet itself I’ve found several functions but none that allow me to “rewind” or “fast forward”. The hud is fairly bare housing only a bar meant for typing coordinates and 10 cells which I believe are meant to be “bookmarks”. The bookmarks saved do seem to work but don’t take me anywhere I know. They just seem to be black voids, possibly a glitch? I managed to accidentally rewind; I don’t know how I did it but the simulation is now traveling in reverse. I didn’t even click anything on the tablet, I simply reached for my lab coat and noticed it was now moving backwards. Once this happened, a dial appeared on the wrist-pad, displaying the time, date, year, and either BC or AD depending on the era you’re in. I don’t know how to stop it or make it go faster so I’m just typing in coordinates, usually large cities, to explore the daily lives of people from a different point of view . It’s weird, walking the streets of New York as a ghost. People march through me as if I’m not there, which now that I think of it, is actually pretty normal. The only real difference is that I can follow strangers and get a small glimpse of their lives without them knowing. At first, it felt like an invasion of privacy and in a lot of ways it still does, but it’s something that has bothered me less and less the more I’ve explored. Nothing really crazy happened apart from that time I saw a robbery in reverse making it look like a nice man was handing a store clerk handfuls of money. The guys said it’s getting dark so we should probably hit the road. The way these two talk about deer makes me think they’ll be actively attacking our vehicle. There's still so much I want to explore but, as they say, there’s always tomorrow. ENTRY 4 I think I figured out the controls for the machine. While going through the piles of shredded paper, an activity I’m starting to get used to, I found a tattered remnant that mentioned ASL. Another look at my notes told me that Connery was fluent in ASL due to the fact his child was born deaf. I think when I reached into my coat yesterday I accidentally made the sign for “rewind”. I'll test my theory first thing in the morning. Oh, I also wrote up the file for SCP-7570. It was surprisingly easy, not sure why they gave me a week to do it. I'm back at the lumber mill now, ASL dictionary in hand and ready to go. So far I've figured out the controls for forward, backward, and pause. These were easy enough since they were essentially direct translations. Unfortunately, I have hit a roadblock trying to find the bookmark command. I've searched for about an hour yet haven't found a suitable translation at the moment, but it’s something I can toy with later. Other than that, I discovered I can speed up the simulation’s rewind by simply making the sign again. With all these commands in my toolbelt, I can finally start my vacation in time. Took half the day before I could rewind to the dinosaurs. It's hard to realize how much history there actually is until you're watching the years regress before your eyes. The experience of watching the world change over centuries is hard to describe. The speed I had the simulation rewinding was condensing decades into seconds rendering any details apart from city construction and destruction impossible to comprehend. After about four hours I actually made it to the Cretaceous Period at 100,000,000 BC. If I could talk to Connery I’d tell him to change the BC and AD labels to one that showed the period instead. I saw the dial hit 100,000,000 BC and stopped it, hoping to see fields of dinosaurs but meeting a much more familiar sight instead. I was in New York and it looked completely normal. Needless to say, I was extremely confused and checked the dial nearly a thousand times in an attempt to find an explanation. When that didn't work I set about wandering the streets again. It looked extremely similar to the New York I remember living my early life in. The fashion and tech people used were foreign to me but other than that I found myself feeling at home, something strangely disturbing 100,000,000 years ago. I started moving forward again but at a much slower pace. I was watching, waiting patiently to find any explanation and it wasn't long before the calamity reared its head. I was staring at the city skyline for a second and in the next moment it was gone, a barren field having taken its place. Stopping and rewinding revealed something biblical, a cloud flew over New York millennia ago and descended upon the mega-city, eating everything within a day. Locus. Locus that ate through metal, stone, and men all the same came and erased New York from existence. That is before I traveled forward and saw it rebuilt exactly the same a few million years later. Eventually, I found out what I was witnessing. You hear a lot of rumors and ghost stories when you work at the Foundation, one of which was the story of a machine in the heart of a national park capable of resurrecting the world. Apparently, this was more than a legend and it had been used before, possibly more than once. This event would make navigation of time a little more difficult than I realized. Depending on how many apocalypses earth had seen I’d have to adjust my dates by possible eons. After contemplation, I decided I’d start with dates closer to the present and move back from there. This would limit my complications till I hit the first end-of-the-world scenario. Before I left I did find out how to bookmark by signing the word “save”. I placed a bookmark on locus day and continued my exploration. The CROATOAN thing was actually a lot more interesting than anticipated. I was expecting it to be the settlers pissing off the natives but it was a lot more complicated than that. The settlers were minding their own business one day when one of them decided to cut down the wrong tree. The moment the ax hit the bark the pine started to bleed and shake violently, I watched as the tree fell away into dust and revealed a large black pentagon floating in the air. It started singing in a language I didn’t understand and when it flew close to the settlers they turned to poppy seeds. Eventually, the entire town was gone and the natives came. The spiritual leaders cornered the shape in a circle with various spices before conducting a ritual. The anomaly thrashed but in the end, the natives won, trapping it within another tree that they then marked with the phrase CROATOAN. Interesting to say the least. ENTRY 5 First humans is a hard one. After returning to my bookmark on locus day, I continued back, trying to pay attention as the world shifted around me. In my effort to find the birth of humanity, I instead found two more apocalypses. One involved monsters killing millions and a massive rift opening up before the Foundation flooded it. The other was a simple asteroid that leveled the earth. There's a weird simplicity to a big rock hitting our planet that makes me wonder how many times we've died out. Each of these events are massive catastrophes, killing billions of people each time. That's an impossible number to comprehend, but the number becomes even more unfathomable when you realize how many times these events have happened. I fell asleep rewinding. I guess I should have listened to Joseph when he told me to head back to the cabin. I denied the offer as something in me felt as if I wouldn't be able to sleep without finding my goal. Obviously, I was wrong as I passed out watching another apocalypse. When I woke up, the earth was gone and I was floating in space, watching as stars spun around me, slowly moving toward each other. I think I went past the creation of earth. I’m interested where this will lead me so I'll head back as far as I can. I had to sign rewind for what felt like an eternity until I finally saw the universe moving at an acceptable speed. The numbers on the wrist-pad no longer fit on the screen but I’m not paying much attention to that because the most incredible display of light and energy dances around me. As I rewind more matter comes into view and I watch as everything in our reality crashes and collides into the cosmos. Brilliant shades of unimaginable colors spread across the stars. It’ll happen soon. The beginning. Eventually, I made it. I watched everything that is, compress down into nothing and then it was dark. I stopped the simulation, hoping to watch the big bang in real time but in that moment I noticed something. This darkness was familiar to me, a blank emptiness like nothing my experience on earth could compare to. The bookmarks Connery left on the cells, it was here, in the void before time. I stared around me in realization before the bang happened and I saw everything spawn from nothing, endless amounts of matter flowing past me and spiraling into the void. It was beautiful. I tried to rewind to watch it again when I made the discovery. The universe compressed down. There was the void. Then I was on earth. I nearly jumped at the sudden familiarity. I was in a city, people and cars sped past me, moving like the endless amount of traffic I knew from New York. I stared at the people, all of them wearing and operating clothing and tech that barely resemble anything on earth. I stopped the simulation and made it run in real time, searching for an explanation. People walked around me, minding their own business, living their lives. Then, without warning, the void. I rewound again, I think a part of me was hoping I was seeing things, imagining the situation but I was met with the same sight. A city, an earth, and a universe predating our own. I checked the dial to ensure I hadn't accidentally clicked a bookmark and found numbers filling the screen. Finally, I accepted what I was seeing and started to understand what that meant. They were erased, turned to nothing before the universe. We exploded from a point and replaced them. I spent a few hours searching for a cause but there seemed to be nothing, like a random button was pressed and everything was reset. After a moment I started to think about what that meant for myself. I had made a discovery, a massive discovery that brought seemingly infinite intrigue and dread. On one hand, I've found time beyond time. I was talking in my last entry about how much history there is in our universe but now with this, that amount of knowledge and experience is practically doubled. An unfathomable amount of time, events, life, and death was hit with a multiplier by this discovery. It's enough to make us feel smaller than we already were but the dread doesn't stop there. Something killed them, without warning and without mercy. Billions lived on that planet and countless more potential people beyond the stars and they were all vanquished in the blink of an eye. That's bad enough but the Foundation has seen its share of universe destroyers. What worries me is the ease at which it not only destroyed everything but destroyed it so completely that nothing remained after. I don't mean just matter either, concepts such as time, gravity, and reality seem to cease entirely making a void so empty that it doesn't even look black. It's hard to describe but when I look out there I don't see darkness, I just don't see. There's nothing. Infinite nothing. I can't help but wonder if, with our universe's similarities, can something like that happen again? I need to document this thoroughly and look at it from every angle. ENTRY 6 I found a Foundation that is equivalent to ours, though not as secretive. Well, they still are but it's a completely new landscape with the general public knowing about the Foundation and its anomalies. It's definitely a lot different here as a few of the doctors, some of which I actually recognize, act as celebrities and sometimes even go on talk shows. It’s interesting but not why I’m writing this. I followed a doctor to a Foundation site and explored. It seemed a lot of them knew that the erasure was coming and were attempting to find a way to pass over into the next universe. They made a machine I couldn’t even begin to comprehend and activated it. Not everyone got in before everything collapsed, only a handful of doctors. I wonder what happened to them. I followed a random doctor before the erasure of reality. I was curious and wanted to see what people were doing before the collapse, see if that gave me any kind of insight. This girl was ordering coffee at an on-site shop and used her last moments to sit alone near a window overlooking a courtyard. She sipped her drink and stared out at the empty garden. The bags under her eyes told me she had pulled a few all-nighters and the coffee with extra espresso likely meant she’d be pulling more. I joined her at the table, studying the features of her face as she looked out the window. Her hair was a brilliant shade of red and hung down to her shoulders. It was tangled and nappy as she likely didn’t have time to brush it in between appointments. Even so, I felt something for her. Perhaps I saw myself behind the tired, ember eyes. I stared into those eyes until the void swallowed them. I rewound again, watching her take a sip of her coffee and vanish. I had felt dread before this, but now this small-scale scenario put an ache inside me. The girl had a life, friends, and family. She likely had plans after this coffee and was thinking about them at that very moment. There were sparks of life in her eyes that reflected the sun, a will inside of her that drove her to follow her ambitions. Yet the void didn't care. As I watched her eyes be swallowed by the nothing I felt everything follow behind. History, dreams, ambitions, the future, the past, every person, every land, everything that ever was and ever had the chance to be was gone. Revealing only the fact that nothing mattered. Every war these people fought and every advance they made seemed completely pointless knowing that they were essentially placing a walkway toward the mouth of non-creation. What was the point? If it can happen to them, it can happen to us. I haven’t slept and I feel like everything around me could stop at any moment. I can't bare this burden on my own. I need to tell someone about what I've found. About everything I've found. Addendum 3: O5 Audio Log #7570-01 SCP-7570 Conference 01: [BEGIN LOG] O5-10: Okay, is that it? I was working on something before this that I’d like to get back to. O5-1: Yeah I think that’s pretty much… Nope, wait we got one more scheduled today regarding SCP-7570. O5-7: Can it wait till tomorrow, I’m actually kinda busy too. O5-1: Um, let me read the description the site director sent me… (CLICK TONGUE AND WHISTLES AS HE SCANS THE DOCUMENT)… Okay, it says we’re meant to have a conference with Junior Researcher Reg- O5-8: Junior Researcher? O5-1: Eight, can you please hold off ’til I’m done, please? Thank You. Where was I? Uhhh, Junior Researcher Regan Morgan regarding something she discovered concerning SCP-7570. Site director says it’s a matter of utmost importance. O5-9: Guess that means we have to do it. O5-8: Can we go back a bit? Junior Researcher? Why is this coming to us? Are we taking every request that comes to our door now? What even is 7570? (O5-3 CONTINUES RECITING THE DOCUMENT AS THE OTHERS DISCUSS.) O5-8: Welp, I heard safe. Sounds like it’ll be able to wait till tomorrow. O5-9: She’s apparently already on the line, she’s just waiting for us to accept the call. O5-8: And? She can stay there till tomorrow. O5-3: (FINISHES READING THE DOCUMENT) I think we should talk to her. O5-8: Jesus Christ. O5-1: Guys, come on, it’s been a long day for all of us but can we not bicker, for once, please? Okay, Three, why do you think we should hear her out? O5-3: As the document said, SCP-7570 is a machine able to create simulations of the past. Not only is it worrying that the researcher assigned to said machine is trying to contact us, I find it strange that such a low-level operative was assigned to this task at all. O5-1: Worrying how? O5-3: As a junior researcher, most of the info we have is withheld from her. But if she’s been using SCP-7570, she could’ve discovered lots of sensitive material. O5-10: Jesus Christ, who the fuck assigned her to this? O5-11: We’ve been understaffed for months now, something like this was bound to happen. What matters now is that we nip it in the bud, get her amnestisized and reassigned. O5-3: What about hearing her out? O5-11: No point, she’s likely going to bring up one of our many end-of-the-world scenarios and we just went over those an hour ago. You guys wanna talk about them again? You wanna go over the petal people first or the time the sun broke? O5-1: And if it’s something else? Look, guys. I know we’re tired but let’s just get this over with. If it’s like you say Eleven, it’ll be a ten-second conversation. (JUNIOR RESEARCHER REGAN MORGAN IS ADDED TO THE CONFERENCE CALL.) O5-1: Hello, Miss Morgan? Morgan: Hello? Yes? Sorry, I was waiting a while. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. O5-1: It's not a problem Miss Morgan, now it says here you were referred to us by your site director regarding something you discovered within SCP-7570, is that correct? Morgan: Yes sir, that is correct, I’ve found something troubling in our past that I’m afraid this council is not aware of. O5-1: And what might that be, Miss Morgan? Morgan: Well… this requires some background. While writing the report for SCP-7570, I was experimenting with its functionality and accidentally went back to the beginning of time when- O5-10: Hold on, the beginning of time? I was reading the report, I didn’t realize this machine would see dates past the creation of earth. Morgan: Yes, it’s a common underestimation that my site director also fell for. The truth is that there seems to be no limit to the amount of time the machine can accurately simulate. And because of this, I found something. O5-1: What? Morgan: Seven minutes before the big bang took place I found another universe. One with a very similar world containing humans and even an SCP Foundation. O5-1: A universe predating our own? Morgan: Yes, but the thing that brings me here to you isn’t that the universe was there, it’s that it isn’t there anymore. Something, I'm not sure what, a reality eater, anomaly, universal law, or whatever but something erased their universe and replaced it with our own seven minutes after. SILENCE HANGS IN THE ROOM FOR 30 SECONDS Morgan: Hello? O5-10: You’re certain of this, I mean how much of this universe could you see? Morgan: I spent a day exploring the streets and living their lives. I am positive that this place not only existed but that it was frighteningly similar to our own. They were shaped like us, talked like us, thought like us, I saw Doctor Clef on a talk show! This place was real and something killed it without warning. O5-10: Research for this could be game-changing. If it was an advanced civilization like she says we could find solutions to problems they managed to crack but we haven’t. We need researchers on this, good researchers. I will personally- Morgan: Wait. I had more to say. O5-7: Do not interrupt her. O5-10: No, Seven, it’s fine. What else was there, Miss Morgan? Morgan: It wasn’t the only one. O5-10: I beg your pardon? Morgan: That world, that universe. It wasn’t the only one that was replaced. I kept going back and I found more and more and more. O5-1: How many? Morgan: I don’t know, I haven’t reached the end, there could be hundreds more- O5-7: Hundreds more? How many have you encountered so far? Morgan: Not counting our own, I have counted 786 unique universes destroyed and replaced. [END LOG] Following the conference O5-1 and O5-10 were transported to SCP-7570 where Regan Morgan demonstrated the machine. O5-1 declared that discovering the nature of the universe erasure, now referred to as SCP-7570-1, was the highest priority of the Foundation. Addendum 4: SCP-7570-1 Investigation LIST OF NOTABLE ERASURE EVENTS Former Universe-0027 “Omelas”: FU-0027 appears to be a universe housing mostly dead worlds apart from two. A similar earth and a distant, powerful, macro-civilization. The earth planet is fairly mundane but research into the alien world revealed an impossibly advanced civilization. Much of their technology seemed to be derived from a thaumaturgical source they harvested with a strange ritual. A select amount of the population was exiled to the planet's neighboring moons which acted as a malignant probability sink. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0027 was aware of SCP-7570-1 and were actively attempting to stop it via conceptual attacks they targeted at the idea of circles. All efforts failed, however, as two years after their retaliation, their EE took place. Former Universe-0048 “Radiant Dreams”: FU-0048 was a space-faring empire that used highly advanced thaumaturgy to cross great distances in very short amounts of time. While completely passive, the empire was not looked upon kindly by other worlds as induction into their ranks often meant the destruction of native cultures and religions in favor of those held by the empire. This inevitably led to their destruction as a race of insect-like humanoids turned their backs on a very real deity that retaliated by infecting the dreams of all who knew its name. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0048 was completely under the control of the dream god at this point and formed a hive mind spanning countless worlds. They made no attempt to fight back when their EE came. Former Universe-0292 “Death’s Death”: FU-0292 was a civilization extremely similar to our own, even housing a Foundation equivalent. Nearing the century before their EE, a Foundation Operative managed to kill the avatar of death, rendering every living thing in reality unable to die. Society collapsed due to overpopulation and anomalies eventually broke from their cells, one of which, SCP-610, managed to infect every cell of biological matter on the planet. Earth became a giant macro-organism capable of navigating space and invading other planets. Eventually, everything in the universe was absorbed and created cobwebs of flesh spanning across planets and stars throughout the universe. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0292 was in a dormant state until twenty-four hours before their EE. At that moment the flesh-spanning worlds stirred and sank into itself forming a giant deity that used its reality-warping capabilities to reach out of the universe. The entity appeared to be pleading for its life before the EE occurred. Former Universe-SNOW “SNOW”: Before there was snow the world suffered through infinite impurities, anomalies, and filth. After the introduction of snow there was only snow and only ever was snow. Infinite suffering turned to snow, cultures turned to snow, words-s cre-sn-ate-ow-ed to spr-snow. Snow. snowsnowsnowsnow. FU-SNOW is a self-sustaining conceptual purifier attached to the idea of snow. This anomaly has the ability to alter any information that discusses it leaving this report open to unavoidable alterations. Navigation of FU-SNOW proved to be unique as times and events seemed to change the moment an infected date was observed, that date being when SCP-3799 was created. Very quickly the simulation of the universe became only snow. ERASURE EVENT: We were left in our purity for seven minutes before we realized our foolishness. We haven't succeeded, despite sprinkling our purity across every world and every idea there was One who exceeded our reach. We couldn’t see It, only feel the conceptual magnitude of Its existence. We heard a yawn and stopped being snow. Former Universe-2786 “Utopia”: Unlike other worlds, FU-2786 experienced an EE extremely early in its lifetime and has so far been the only monitored universe that didn't experience an industrial revolution. In this universe humanity never split away from each other creating a single nation that expanded across Africa, no other continents seemed to contain any human life. ERASURE EVENT: FU-2786 seemed completely unaware before the EE took place. Addendum 5: SCP-7570-1 Discovery and Classification ACCESS FILE: Entry 7 CLOSE FILE ENTRY 7 I haven’t updated this in a while and in all honesty, there’s not been much to report. Just more of the same. I’m honestly surprised I’m still on the project at all. They tried phasing me out at first but I work the machine better than anyone else. The last researcher they tried to give the wrist-pad to accidentally erased the bookmarks. We wasted a good two weeks of work having to rewind back to where we were before. They haven’t let anyone else touch the wrist-pad after that. I prefer it that way, I feel like I think better when I work alone. I’m not really here to write about work. It’s just more dead universes, I stopped describing them at the 1,000 mark, and stopped counting at somewhere around 80,000. I don't mean to downplay the scale of this, in all honesty, this event is impossible to fully comprehend. To describe the sheer magnitude of destruction, imagine this. If you took every atom that makes up earth and turned them into their own universe you wouldn't equate to 1% of the universes we've recorded. The speed that the simulation is rewinding condenses around one hundred Erasure Events in a single second and we've had it on for months. The amount of destruction is incalculable. Yet I feel nothing at this point. All I do is sit in the simulation and watch the universes fly by around me. None of them too different, none of them too similar. I thought I’d find a pattern or something that showed what happened right before it all went dark. Something each of them did that activated the erasure but there’s nothing. In a lot of worlds, everyone is dead so they can’t even activate anything. But like I said, that’s not why I’m here. I had a dream about Amelia last night. I haven’t thought of her in a while and decided to take a second to remember her face. After bookmarking where I was I went back to my universe and watched our last meeting. I forgot how small she was, I remembered us being the same height but despite being twins we looked pretty much nothing alike. She was in a Foundation cell and I was visiting. I remember this conversation exactly as I dream about it almost every month. We talk about my work and what I do because we can’t do the opposite. She’s an anomaly, her days consist of sitting in her cell, watching TV, and occasionally reading a book. She didn’t mind much though because I always had great stories about what crazy thing I was working on. There was so much wonder in her eye, so much joy in her laughter, so much life in her. After we talked I told her we’d both be moved as this Site was being abandoned due to residual Hume corruption from a dimensional anomaly. The last thing I said to her was, “See you soon.” Someone lost a folder, forgot to send a memo, or just couldn’t be bothered to care and because of that one anomaly was left at Site-7. One. It could have been an inanimate object or a vicious monster or even another poor soul but no. It was Amelia. It was almost a month later, after the stress of my move, that I realized I'd never heard where she was taken. They found her right where they locked her up, laying in her bed. And from my spot in the eternity observatory, I sat there, watching the whole thing. I watched her try to lick the condensation off the walls and eat the roaches on the floor, praying every night that someone would find her. I saw her share her dreams every night even though she knew there was no one nearby for miles. It’s weird that one death affects me more than the infinite sea of corpses I’ve witnessed solely because I knew her my whole life. Whatever I find there, at the end of time, I’ll ask how it felt. Creating the matter that makes every person, watching every life play out only to erase them all the same. I pressed my bookmark and was once again met with the black void, I signed rewind and heard something completely foreign to me. It reminded me of a buzzer when a contestant got a question wrong on a game show. It was loud, annoying, and emanating from my wrist-pad. I looked down at the screen and saw the text displayed. MAXIMUM LENGTH REACHED I looked up again, now realizing where I was. The beginning of it all, the first void, the start of the countless deaths that would follow for countless eternities. I stared into the void, watching in real-time as within the blackness there was a spark of light. Suddenly I felt different, something had changed. There was a void with a single spark in the distance but now it felt foreign. It took me a few seconds to realize I could no longer smell roasted chestnut. “Step forward.” I looked up, my attention drawn to the disembodied voice that boomed and whispered into my ear with a billion voices. I watched silently, waiting for something to happen. “Step forward. Regan Morgan.” My blood ran cold, I felt a gasp escape my mouth as I stumbled backward, staring at the spark in complete shock. It could see me! I was in a time trillions upon trillions of generations before my universe was even conceived. Why did this thing say my name at the beginning of time? I choked out an answer, “You can see me?” “I can. Step forward.” “I-” “Step,” I felt myself stiffen as if every atom in my body froze and awaited their commands, “Forward.” I did as It said, walking to meet It in the darkness, a golden spark that flickered with being and existence. Within the light I saw the billions of universes before mine, all dead and all remembered. This wasn’t the simulation, I was somewhere else, It had taken me here. Where was here, It’s home, another dimension, did It erase my world? Was I in the void awaiting to be replaced? “Well?” The spark asked impatiently. I stood there, unsure how to respond, eventually, I found my voice, “Well, what?” It laughed at me, “Regan, how many times has someone knocked on your door, and when you opened it, they asked you what you wanted?” “What?” I asked. “You came looking for me.” It replied, “You watched the entire history of our reality to the beginning, just to meet me. You’ve come all this way, you must have a question in mind. I hope I'm not sounding hostile to you, that's the last thing I want, Regan Morgan. Because despite your clear inferiority I've grown quite attached to you. No one has done what you accomplished, for you, I'll answer anything. Ask to your heart's content.” I watched it for a moment, thinking carefully of what to say, eventually settling with, “What are you?” “I’m SCP-7570-1. Is that not the name you assigned me?” It asked in a mocking tone, “Or would you prefer ‘reality eater, anomaly, universal law’? You’ve given me many names and I’ve received many more from many others. But my favorite has been I AM. It’s poetic as I am the first thing to ever be. Therefore I AM.” “Okay,” I said, “I AM… why-” “You’re not the first.” I AM said, interrupting me, “To find Me, I mean. There was another before you. An older man, I was as surprised then as I am now. I mention Francis Connery because he asked the same question you are about to ask. Why did I create, erase, and replace billions of worlds billions of times.” I stood silent, getting the feeling It would talk without my input, “You know what happened to him, are you sure you want to know?” I took a deep breath, “Yes.” “Good.” I AM said, a smile audible in Its voice, “I never get the chance to talk, to you, it’s normal, to Me it’s a delicacy. Your question requires a story. At the beginning of what is, I realized I was. This separated Me from what you see around you, the void of voids. I spent My time crafting My will into existence. Void is a substance without form, a willess anti-creation, all realities and stories are created with the emptiness. With void, I created My first world. It was beautiful, I made creatures, thinking things that could operate and struggle all their own. I sat above them at the pinnacle of our reality and watched as they lived, crafted, explored, birthed, died, repopulated, expanded, conquered, consumed, and experienced all on their own. I felt such love for them. Even for something like Me the feeling, the rush, it's impossible to put into words. I only knew the void but suddenly I could watch their war, their love, the beauty of life and death and rebirth.” Its voice shook as It explained, if I didn't know what this entity was I would have believed It actually loved Its creation. There was a wonder in Its voice I have never heard in another living being before or since, it was manic. If this thing had a face It would likely weep tears of joy explaining this to me. Even so, I knew it couldn't be real. “Then why erase them?” I asked. “Erase?” It laughed at me, “No, do you have any idea how hard it is to create consciousness, it took Me billions of eons to craft the unique minds of those people. I couldn’t just throw them away when they expired. No, repurposed is the right word, you plunge a consciousness in a void for a few eons and they forget everything they were. Leaving only empty minds to place within the next group, good as new.” “Convenience?” I asked I AM, a hint of hatred in my voice I felt It notice, “You destroyed and replaced those worlds out of convenience?” “No.” It answered, “I did it out of boredom.” The answer hung in the air for a moment, the weight of what I AM was saying finally starting to reach me. “You get it,” the entity said, “You’re understanding what I'm telling you. You see all of these worlds start out so engaging, so entertaining, but eventually, every tale hits its climax. Be honest with yourself, Regan, how many books have you read past their resolution? How many movies out there show what happens after they all lived happily ever after? How many people complain in your universe alone about how The Walking Dead or The Simpsons have gone on for way too long? You might not want to admit it but you know, Regan, on some level, somewhere in your mind you understand. That's half the reason that I love you so much because you can understand this, it killed Connery but you, Regan Morgan, get it. Eventually, someone needs to pull the plug and make something new.” “You.” I felt my heart climbing my throat and my face burning red, “You killed-” “Repurposed.” “Stripped away, the thoughts and being of all these souls, these universes because You got bored!” “Yes!” I AM answered, glee in Its voice “It’s different every time. Sometimes everyone dies, sometimes the world achieves eternal peace, sometimes every anomaly is contained. A billion endings for a billion stories and a billion more lying ahead! I’ve seen so much Regan, so many things have kept my attention glued below but to be honest, recently I’ve lost interest. Nothing surprised me, when you live as long as Me you realize how quickly you see everything. I've seen every story's every iteration, and I've seen every person's different choices play out to completion. I've seen it all and burned it all. Sure exploration and wars were still fun but what was the point when I knew what they’d find or who would win? I was just about to pull the plug and start again but then you and Connery found Me. No one has ever found me before.” “We aren’t your game,” I said behind a glare. “Yes,” I AM said, not as a form of belittlement, but as a form of correction, “You are, I created every atom that makes up every cell in your body, I put every thought in your head, I tattooed your morals and ideals inside your mind, I’ve seen every person you’ve ever been. Which makes it so incredible that this doubt exists in my head. Why can something like you, existing beneath Me, find Me, contact Me, understand Me.” “Because I’m not beneath you!” “Yes, you are! I own you as much as you own the books in your library,” I AM did a twirl in the air, “But still you’ve changed something within Me, affected Me, I’ve never been more excited to see what comes next!” “I kill you.” I said, deadpan, “The next thing that will happen will be me killing you.” Silence floated in the air once again before I AM laughed, “Kill Me? Regan, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you’re starting to bore me. We both know you have no way of doing that, everything that exists in this reality, all the tools at your disposal are made by Me. Why would I create an item that could harm Me? The only thing you have benefitting you, Regan, is my attention, other than that you’re nothing.” “I don’t care.” I said pointing at the spark, rage boiled inside of me, I felt the collective pain and suffering every soul experienced due to this thing’s attention span, “I found You, out here in the void. I don’t care that You see me as lesser, as beneath You, as nothing. I didn’t live my life for Your benefit, my struggles weren’t meant for Your entertainment! I didn’t find my sister’s dead body and mourn to keep Your attention! I am! I am a person. A thinking, feeling, thing and I’ll be the reason You die.” I AM stared at me, It could have killed me a billion times over, taken me apart atom by atom, and splay what was once me across the stars. It could have but I knew it wouldn’t. “You amaze me like no other.” I AM said with a smile, “This has me so immersed. I will spend every second of My time with My eyes on you. Regan Morgan, I can’t wait to see what you do next.” I woke up in the machine and wrote this down. I should call One, he’s going to want to hear this ACCESS FILE: SCP-7570-1 CLOSE FILE Item#: 7570-1 Level5 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Photo taken of SCP-7570-1 from within SCP-7570 Special Containment Procedures: To effectively limit SCP-7570-1’s influence on reality certain measures must be taken to ensure the entity's attention is held. The Foundation will expend all resources necessary to stoke global conflicts, fund space exploration, limit anomaly capture, and keep Foundation opposition operational. Screenings show that without Foundation interference world peace could have been achieved on three separate occasions and anomalous activity could, and still can be, resolved entirely. Above all else, however, Senior Researcher Regan Morgan must be kept safe and continue her research on SCP-7570-1. Description: SCP-7570-1 is an all-powerful, immortal, deity that resides within our reality, observing from afar. Despite being far beyond us in power, SCP-7570-1 seems to have a similar attention span and mannerisms with that of a normal human being, albeit one that suffers from severe narcissism and lack of empathy. Because of this, SCP-7570-1 has the potential to erase the current universe if It loses interest. SCP-7570-1 has demonstrated this ability numerous times and it is believed that the only reason the current universe is still here is because of SCP-7570-1’s fixation on Senior Researcher Regan Morgan. Addendum: I think I found something: [REDACTED]. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 1 2. See Addendum 2 « SCP-7569 | SCP-7570 | SCP-7571 » |
SCP-7570 | uncontained | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/7570 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/7570 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item#: SCP-7570 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Current location of SCP-7570 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7570 is currently contained within an abandoned lumber mill, 40 km east of Milam, Texas. No less than four armed guards should be stationed within the nearby Foundation Site-7 at a time to monitor the area and ensure Senior Researcher Regan Morgan is not interrupted during her research on SCP-7570. Anyone caught trespassing on the site should be captured and questioned on their knowledge of the anomaly. A majority of trespassers are lost locals who should be amnesticized and placed back into society according to standard procedure. Members of any GOI should be brought directly to the O5-Council for questioning. The erasure of SCP-7570-1 is the highest priority of the Foundation. Senior Researcher Regan Morgan has been given a temporary extension on her clearance due to her relationship with SCP-7570-1. Any anomaly she thinks might be beneficial to her research will be provided to her after review of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7570 is a machine housed within an abandoned lumber mill near Milam, Texas. SCP-7570 is a temporal displacement device capable of transmitting a constant projection from any point in the past back to the present. The device can simulate the past with no apparent limit; as the furthest point reached by Senior Researcher Regan Morgan was well beyond the creation of our universe. The Foundation first became aware of SCP-7570 after the minuscule town of Milam, Texas was discovered to be consuming power equivalent to that of Chicago. Foundation Agents investigated the abnormality and discovered the dead body of Francis Connery laying against SCP-7570. Connery was a NASA scientist and known procurer of anomalous technology. The Forensics Department ruled this death a suicide due to the self-inflicted gunshot wound. Forensic investigators stated that the incident happened weeks before SCP-7570's discovery. The function of the anomaly was soon discovered along with Connery's journal1 which was wholly destroyed excluding its last page. Regan Morgan’s journal2 contains all information gathered from the notes Connery destroyed. Addendum 1: Francis Connery’s Journal Why did God create the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil? He created the world down to the last atom; he knows everything that has and will happen so why did he create the tree, knowing the serpent would seduce Eve into defiance? Why did he create humanity, knowing of their coming betrayal? Why did he deny Cain’s offering, knowing of the coming fratricide? Why did he give Samson a critical weakness knowing it would be exploited? Why did he make David see Bathsheba bathing on the roof knowing of the blood soon to be spilled? Why did he sow the wind knowing he’d reap the whirlwind? Addendum 2: Senior Researcher Regan Morgan’s Journal ACCESS FILE: Entries 1-6 CLOSE FILE ENTRY 1 I’m being relocated today. I wasn’t told much but I don’t really think it matters anyway. Our funding has been running low for months and Lonnie told me yesterday we’d likely be thrown to random anomalies soon. Can’t say I was too surprised when I got the email today. In fact, the only emotion I felt was anger. Some random Mekhanite piece of trash in backwater East Texas is apparently much more important than our work here. So important they only sent a Junior Researcher to investigate and conjure up the report. It’s times like these that I wonder why we do this job. Yes, I know, secure, contain, protect—but what does that mean at this point? The majority of people here consider the Foundation a prison but that’s not true—prison offers a chance at rehabilitation. The Foundation is a tomb, we lock up things and leave them to rot. Endlessly labeling and categorizing inconveniences before throwing them in a tomb and locking them away. Lonnie was going to change that, Lonnie was going to offer rehabilitation for humanoid anomalies, we were going to change the way the Foundation operated forever. Then they cut our funding and stole our researchers in order to continue labeling and organizing inconveniences for them. Amelia. I do it for her. After I do this I’ll try to regroup with Lonnie, see if we can salvage the program. ENTRY 2 I’ve learned a bit more about the anomaly I’m assigned to and I can’t say I’m not excited. It’s incredible they’re letting such a low-level operative work on such an anomaly. Though, in all honesty, I don’t think the Site Director really understood the impact this thing could have. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself, let me try to explain what it is. As far as the MTF could tell, it was a time machine. A big globe-shaped monstrosity that allows you to observe any time in the past. It doesn’t travel forward, but that doesn’t take away from how incredibly important this thing is. Any mystery that history has forgotten can be completely clarified. Cold murder cases? Solved. Speculating about dinosaurs using only their bones? A thing of the past. The birth of humanity? You can watch it like a movie. I’m shaking thinking of the possibilities. My job is to find out how it works, write a report, and they've given me a week to do it. A full week. Fuck that, I'm exploring now, I ship out tomorrow; they gave me two MTF agents to be my guard dogs. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stick around before they realize what this can do but I hope it’s long enough to hit some of my highlight areas, I’m going to write ideas here while I’m traveling: -Dinosaurs. -What happened with the whole “Croatoan” thing. -The first humans. -The audience's reaction to Vader in “Empire Strikes Back” on opening night. -Give Laika a pat on the head. I’m sure I’ll come up with more but right now that’s all I have. I’m in Milam now, we’re set up in this cabin a few miles out from the machine. I got my own room and the two MTF guys are sleeping together, I offered to take the couch but they seemed to prefer being together. I tried to strike up a conversation but the guys mostly kept to themselves. That’s fine, I might actually enjoy that more. ENTRY 3 The machine is more complex than I originally anticipated. I’ve been here all day and have only now started to understand how it operates. I’ll do my best to transcribe that here, but in all honesty, it's equivalent to a mouse explaining how an air fryer works. When I got here I went through the motions of setting up a desk and laptop outside of the globe. With my battle station ready, I looked through the journals and files that the original owner left behind. I was doing my best to understand the tatters of writing and diagrams but it seemed like the notes were useless jargon even before they were ripped apart. There are, however, a bunch of mentions of something called a “wrist-pad”, from what I can tell it’s what controls the machine. I need it in order to operate SCP-7570 properly and until I find the device our time machine is nothing more than a hunk of unhelpful garbage. After an hour of searching with no luck, I approached the MTF guys to see if they knew anything about it. When I stepped outside the smell of cigarette smoke hit my breath, the guards appeared to have made themselves at home. They sat on two worn folding chairs facing the yellow forest ahead. As I approached I watched them pass the dart back and forth with stories following close behind. I asked them about the wrist-pad much to their annoyance. Apparently, they knew about something found on the previous owner that could be described as a "wrist-pad" but it was off the nearest site, still attached to the dead guy. Annoyance made a reappearance when I told them I needed the device. I impatiently watched a game of rock, paper, scissors that felt like it had a few too many ties, but eventually the guy named Adam lost. The MTF agent grumbled as he called the guys transporting the body and left to meet up with them for the wrist-pad. After that, the other guy, Joseph, got bored and joined me in the lumber mill. Joseph took an interest in the machine that I didn’t expect from him. At the moment I was studying the wiring and he started asking questions, a lot of questions. To be honest I couldn’t answer most of them as I didn’t really know what I was looking at myself. I spent my early career working on SCP-217 so I knew the Mekhanite signature. Yet, this didn’t match any tech from the church. The more I looked the less the machine made sense, at times appearing to be a random assortment of parts. Wires seemed to create loops back into themselves while some didn’t seem to connect to anything at all. Whatever was holding this thing together seemed to be thaumaturgical in nature rather than mechanical. Upon telling Joseph it was a time machine he seemed to latch on to the idea. He began to attack me with questions, asking about things in history we had never figured out. The zodiac killer, JFK, was the moon landing faked, the tank guy from that one video. I couldn’t show him any of these things without the wrist-pad but that didn’t mean I couldn’t turn the machine on. You see, the wrist-pad controlled SCP-7570 but it didn’t activate it. While tinkering that the inner workings I discovered the simulation automatically activates when someone steps inside. The only time it could show was a bit grim but Joseph was insistent we check it out. With nothing more I could really gather from the outside, I relented and led him in. The interior was a sight to behold. As the two of us stepped inside we stared up at the giant dome looming twenty feet over us, the walls lined with an assortment of lenses and screens. The floor was soft and gave a bit when you stepped on it, not unlike a trampoline. There was little order in the chaos on the walls but that didn’t take away from the grandiose feeling gathered from stepping inside. It carried the same aura as a throne or cathedral. I led Joseph inside and shut the hatch behind us. The machine activated and almost instantly the dome started to fill with green smoke. I wasn’t sure what the smoke was but when it slithered up my body I could smell the distinct aroma of roasted chestnuts. I stepped out into the middle and waited until all I saw was green and then watched the lenses activate. The green curtains fell away as light started to shine through the clouds. Eventually, we saw shapes slowly form around us until we were no longer in the dome. We were standing outside the lumber mill, birds were singing, and the morning sun was peeking over the horizon. Joseph was in amazement, asking me how it worked. I explained as best I could, telling him that the lenses simulate the environment onto the smoke around us. The entire machine basically acts as a projector that shows exclusively the past, we aren’t actually taken back through time, only shown it. The reason we were able to walk around was due to the floor acting as a kind of treadmill, when I stepped forward the floor would move back, keeping me in the middle and moving the simulation accordingly. I watched him reach out and touch a tree only for it to vanish into green smoke, he laughed, obviously in pure awe. I felt a smile creep across my face, the thought crossed my mind that Amelia would like this. Joseph reminded me of her in a lot of ways, there was a spark of light in his eyes that filled me with bittersweet nostalgia. Eventually, I pushed the thought from my mind and stepped forward, leading Joseph into the lumber mill. “Where are we?” he asked. “The right question is-” “Don’t finish that joke!” Joseph said, “I’ve heard it in every time travel movie for the past decade.” There was a pause for a moment before I quickly blurted out, “When are we!” “Motherfucker.” “But to answer your question we’re a few weeks before our current time, it’s the last time the machine was powered on with a wrist-pad inside of it.” Just as I finished speaking a man burst from the machine, he was older and looked to be covered in a thin layer of grime. He seemed frantic, like a feral animal, stumbling and breathing heavily. This was Francis Connery, another aspect of the mission that Joseph was uninformed on, referring to him only as ‘dead guy’. I found it strange that MTF agents weren’t told so much about the missions they were assigned to. It seemed the Foundation's lack of resources in the previous months had affected more than just us researchers. I explained Connery to him using the information that came with my files. He was a NASA scientist and very skilled at his job. So skilled, in fact, that he learned about the anomalous world and evaded amnesticization. It took the Foundation one week to decide he wasn’t worth the resources and gave up on the search. Joseph found this tale unbelievable as he considered the Foundation pretty ironclad in its operations. This isn't an uncommon belief, but the truth is that this happened a lot more than most people probably think. Sometimes we can’t find the person or the situation is so crazy that witnesses sound insane to any normal individual. Most of the GOIs consist of these civilians who ran from the Foundation and had nowhere else to turn. Connery was one such person who took a keen interest in anomalous tech he could purchase from MC&D. Joseph listened to my lengthy explanation with bated breath while Connery took his time shredding and burning years of research around us. I found Joseph’s fascination endearing, his curiosity and eagerness to learn would have made him a brilliant researcher in another time. It also led him to his next question. “What made him go all crazy and shit?” “No idea, whatever he saw he didn’t write about.” I answered, “Or maybe he did and just shredded it. The only thing I’ve found that’s legible is the short paragraph he’s about to start writing right… now.” I said as Connery picked up the book and wrote wildly. Joseph stood at his side, watching him write and reading it aloud, when Connery finished Joseph asked, “What does that mean?” “I don’t know.” I lied. “Seems to me he just went crazy.” “Really? You don’t have any idea, theory, or anything like that?” he said, calling my bluff. “Well, there is one theory.” I said, “He was a very religious man from what I’ve been told. First one in the pew every Sunday type. From how he’s writing, it sounds like Francis is listing inconsistencies he’s noticed but never acknowledged till now. My guess is that he found something that didn’t align with his religion. It was too much for him and he…” we both fell silent as Connery retrieved his gun and killed himself with no hesitation. “Damn,” Joseph said, “That’s depressing.” “Are you religious?” I asked, unsure I could provide any comfort if he said yes. “No.” he thankfully replied, “I don’t think there’s many in our line of work that can be. I’ve seen things happen to men that the cruelest gods wouldn’t allow. But I was, and I think it still has a hold on me in ways I don’t realize. When I think of things like the past and future I picture scripture without even thinking about it. I guess I’m like him in a lot of ways, you commit so much of your life to something that it’s hard to let go.” Joseph seemed deep in thought and I experienced the all too familiar feeling of not knowing what to say when someone spills their heart out to you. Eventually, I went with the old classic, “It be like that.” We eventually left with the bitterness of the situation still residing inside of us. As we stepped outside Joseph offered me a cigarette to help with the grimness. I took it and talked with Joseph until Adam returned. I probably shouldn’t be writing all this non-vital information here but it’s kinda therapeutic. Might make this my personal journal and have another strictly for work. We’ll see how it goes. With the wrist-pad, traveling through time is now possible but I still haven’t been able to do so. The device itself is a tablet attached to a brace meant to clamp around the user’s forearm. I wasn’t delighted to see the numerous needles lining the inside of the brace, likely meant to create some neural connection. I really don’t get paid enough for this but I bit down on a piece of wood I found and latched the device into my forearm. The pain is really impossible to describe so I won’t try to. Just know Joseph found be passed out on my desk because of it. With that done I attempted to operate the machine and there’s a few changes I’ve noticed since I acquired the wrist-pad. The first being that the simulation seems much more vivid than before. On my previous explorations the world looked clear enough but there were complications. Some places looked more blurry than others, not unlike my eyesight without glasses. Since I’ve acquired the wrist-pad that issue is completely resolved and I’ve discovered that I no longer require glasses within the dome at all. This is likely the neural connection filling in the blanks that the smoke and lenses couldn’t. I’ve also discovered that I can’t as easily phase through objects conjured within the simulation. Now, when I touch a tree I feel resistance and the texture of the bark; yet with enough effort, I can still push through. As for the tablet itself I’ve found several functions but none that allow me to “rewind” or “fast forward”. The hud is fairly bare housing only a bar meant for typing coordinates and 10 cells which I believe are meant to be “bookmarks”. The bookmarks saved do seem to work but don’t take me anywhere I know. They just seem to be black voids, possibly a glitch? I managed to accidentally rewind; I don’t know how I did it but the simulation is now traveling in reverse. I didn’t even click anything on the tablet, I simply reached for my lab coat and noticed it was now moving backwards. Once this happened, a dial appeared on the wrist-pad, displaying the time, date, year, and either BC or AD depending on the era you’re in. I don’t know how to stop it or make it go faster so I’m just typing in coordinates, usually large cities, to explore the daily lives of people from a different point of view . It’s weird, walking the streets of New York as a ghost. People march through me as if I’m not there, which now that I think of it, is actually pretty normal. The only real difference is that I can follow strangers and get a small glimpse of their lives without them knowing. At first, it felt like an invasion of privacy and in a lot of ways it still does, but it’s something that has bothered me less and less the more I’ve explored. Nothing really crazy happened apart from that time I saw a robbery in reverse making it look like a nice man was handing a store clerk handfuls of money. The guys said it’s getting dark so we should probably hit the road. The way these two talk about deer makes me think they’ll be actively attacking our vehicle. There's still so much I want to explore but, as they say, there’s always tomorrow. ENTRY 4 I think I figured out the controls for the machine. While going through the piles of shredded paper, an activity I’m starting to get used to, I found a tattered remnant that mentioned ASL. Another look at my notes told me that Connery was fluent in ASL due to the fact his child was born deaf. I think when I reached into my coat yesterday I accidentally made the sign for “rewind”. I'll test my theory first thing in the morning. Oh, I also wrote up the file for SCP-7570. It was surprisingly easy, not sure why they gave me a week to do it. I'm back at the lumber mill now, ASL dictionary in hand and ready to go. So far I've figured out the controls for forward, backward, and pause. These were easy enough since they were essentially direct translations. Unfortunately, I have hit a roadblock trying to find the bookmark command. I've searched for about an hour yet haven't found a suitable translation at the moment, but it’s something I can toy with later. Other than that, I discovered I can speed up the simulation’s rewind by simply making the sign again. With all these commands in my toolbelt, I can finally start my vacation in time. Took half the day before I could rewind to the dinosaurs. It's hard to realize how much history there actually is until you're watching the years regress before your eyes. The experience of watching the world change over centuries is hard to describe. The speed I had the simulation rewinding was condensing decades into seconds rendering any details apart from city construction and destruction impossible to comprehend. After about four hours I actually made it to the Cretaceous Period at 100,000,000 BC. If I could talk to Connery I’d tell him to change the BC and AD labels to one that showed the period instead. I saw the dial hit 100,000,000 BC and stopped it, hoping to see fields of dinosaurs but meeting a much more familiar sight instead. I was in New York and it looked completely normal. Needless to say, I was extremely confused and checked the dial nearly a thousand times in an attempt to find an explanation. When that didn't work I set about wandering the streets again. It looked extremely similar to the New York I remember living my early life in. The fashion and tech people used were foreign to me but other than that I found myself feeling at home, something strangely disturbing 100,000,000 years ago. I started moving forward again but at a much slower pace. I was watching, waiting patiently to find any explanation and it wasn't long before the calamity reared its head. I was staring at the city skyline for a second and in the next moment it was gone, a barren field having taken its place. Stopping and rewinding revealed something biblical, a cloud flew over New York millennia ago and descended upon the mega-city, eating everything within a day. Locus. Locus that ate through metal, stone, and men all the same came and erased New York from existence. That is before I traveled forward and saw it rebuilt exactly the same a few million years later. Eventually, I found out what I was witnessing. You hear a lot of rumors and ghost stories when you work at the Foundation, one of which was the story of a machine in the heart of a national park capable of resurrecting the world. Apparently, this was more than a legend and it had been used before, possibly more than once. This event would make navigation of time a little more difficult than I realized. Depending on how many apocalypses earth had seen I’d have to adjust my dates by possible eons. After contemplation, I decided I’d start with dates closer to the present and move back from there. This would limit my complications till I hit the first end-of-the-world scenario. Before I left I did find out how to bookmark by signing the word “save”. I placed a bookmark on locus day and continued my exploration. The CROATOAN thing was actually a lot more interesting than anticipated. I was expecting it to be the settlers pissing off the natives but it was a lot more complicated than that. The settlers were minding their own business one day when one of them decided to cut down the wrong tree. The moment the ax hit the bark the pine started to bleed and shake violently, I watched as the tree fell away into dust and revealed a large black pentagon floating in the air. It started singing in a language I didn’t understand and when it flew close to the settlers they turned to poppy seeds. Eventually, the entire town was gone and the natives came. The spiritual leaders cornered the shape in a circle with various spices before conducting a ritual. The anomaly thrashed but in the end, the natives won, trapping it within another tree that they then marked with the phrase CROATOAN. Interesting to say the least. ENTRY 5 First humans is a hard one. After returning to my bookmark on locus day, I continued back, trying to pay attention as the world shifted around me. In my effort to find the birth of humanity, I instead found two more apocalypses. One involved monsters killing millions and a massive rift opening up before the Foundation flooded it. The other was a simple asteroid that leveled the earth. There's a weird simplicity to a big rock hitting our planet that makes me wonder how many times we've died out. Each of these events are massive catastrophes, killing billions of people each time. That's an impossible number to comprehend, but the number becomes even more unfathomable when you realize how many times these events have happened. I fell asleep rewinding. I guess I should have listened to Joseph when he told me to head back to the cabin. I denied the offer as something in me felt as if I wouldn't be able to sleep without finding my goal. Obviously, I was wrong as I passed out watching another apocalypse. When I woke up, the earth was gone and I was floating in space, watching as stars spun around me, slowly moving toward each other. I think I went past the creation of earth. I’m interested where this will lead me so I'll head back as far as I can. I had to sign rewind for what felt like an eternity until I finally saw the universe moving at an acceptable speed. The numbers on the wrist-pad no longer fit on the screen but I’m not paying much attention to that because the most incredible display of light and energy dances around me. As I rewind more matter comes into view and I watch as everything in our reality crashes and collides into the cosmos. Brilliant shades of unimaginable colors spread across the stars. It’ll happen soon. The beginning. Eventually, I made it. I watched everything that is, compress down into nothing and then it was dark. I stopped the simulation, hoping to watch the big bang in real time but in that moment I noticed something. This darkness was familiar to me, a blank emptiness like nothing my experience on earth could compare to. The bookmarks Connery left on the cells, it was here, in the void before time. I stared around me in realization before the bang happened and I saw everything spawn from nothing, endless amounts of matter flowing past me and spiraling into the void. It was beautiful. I tried to rewind to watch it again when I made the discovery. The universe compressed down. There was the void. Then I was on earth. I nearly jumped at the sudden familiarity. I was in a city, people and cars sped past me, moving like the endless amount of traffic I knew from New York. I stared at the people, all of them wearing and operating clothing and tech that barely resemble anything on earth. I stopped the simulation and made it run in real time, searching for an explanation. People walked around me, minding their own business, living their lives. Then, without warning, the void. I rewound again, I think a part of me was hoping I was seeing things, imagining the situation but I was met with the same sight. A city, an earth, and a universe predating our own. I checked the dial to ensure I hadn't accidentally clicked a bookmark and found numbers filling the screen. Finally, I accepted what I was seeing and started to understand what that meant. They were erased, turned to nothing before the universe. We exploded from a point and replaced them. I spent a few hours searching for a cause but there seemed to be nothing, like a random button was pressed and everything was reset. After a moment I started to think about what that meant for myself. I had made a discovery, a massive discovery that brought seemingly infinite intrigue and dread. On one hand, I've found time beyond time. I was talking in my last entry about how much history there is in our universe but now with this, that amount of knowledge and experience is practically doubled. An unfathomable amount of time, events, life, and death was hit with a multiplier by this discovery. It's enough to make us feel smaller than we already were but the dread doesn't stop there. Something killed them, without warning and without mercy. Billions lived on that planet and countless more potential people beyond the stars and they were all vanquished in the blink of an eye. That's bad enough but the Foundation has seen its share of universe destroyers. What worries me is the ease at which it not only destroyed everything but destroyed it so completely that nothing remained after. I don't mean just matter either, concepts such as time, gravity, and reality seem to cease entirely making a void so empty that it doesn't even look black. It's hard to describe but when I look out there I don't see darkness, I just don't see. There's nothing. Infinite nothing. I can't help but wonder if, with our universe's similarities, can something like that happen again? I need to document this thoroughly and look at it from every angle. ENTRY 6 I found a Foundation that is equivalent to ours, though not as secretive. Well, they still are but it's a completely new landscape with the general public knowing about the Foundation and its anomalies. It's definitely a lot different here as a few of the doctors, some of which I actually recognize, act as celebrities and sometimes even go on talk shows. It’s interesting but not why I’m writing this. I followed a doctor to a Foundation site and explored. It seemed a lot of them knew that the erasure was coming and were attempting to find a way to pass over into the next universe. They made a machine I couldn’t even begin to comprehend and activated it. Not everyone got in before everything collapsed, only a handful of doctors. I wonder what happened to them. I followed a random doctor before the erasure of reality. I was curious and wanted to see what people were doing before the collapse, see if that gave me any kind of insight. This girl was ordering coffee at an on-site shop and used her last moments to sit alone near a window overlooking a courtyard. She sipped her drink and stared out at the empty garden. The bags under her eyes told me she had pulled a few all-nighters and the coffee with extra espresso likely meant she’d be pulling more. I joined her at the table, studying the features of her face as she looked out the window. Her hair was a brilliant shade of red and hung down to her shoulders. It was tangled and nappy as she likely didn’t have time to brush it in between appointments. Even so, I felt something for her. Perhaps I saw myself behind the tired, ember eyes. I stared into those eyes until the void swallowed them. I rewound again, watching her take a sip of her coffee and vanish. I had felt dread before this, but now this small-scale scenario put an ache inside me. The girl had a life, friends, and family. She likely had plans after this coffee and was thinking about them at that very moment. There were sparks of life in her eyes that reflected the sun, a will inside of her that drove her to follow her ambitions. Yet the void didn't care. As I watched her eyes be swallowed by the nothing I felt everything follow behind. History, dreams, ambitions, the future, the past, every person, every land, everything that ever was and ever had the chance to be was gone. Revealing only the fact that nothing mattered. Every war these people fought and every advance they made seemed completely pointless knowing that they were essentially placing a walkway toward the mouth of non-creation. What was the point? If it can happen to them, it can happen to us. I haven’t slept and I feel like everything around me could stop at any moment. I can't bare this burden on my own. I need to tell someone about what I've found. About everything I've found. Addendum 3: O5 Audio Log #7570-01 SCP-7570 Conference 01: [BEGIN LOG] O5-10: Okay, is that it? I was working on something before this that I’d like to get back to. O5-1: Yeah I think that’s pretty much… Nope, wait we got one more scheduled today regarding SCP-7570. O5-7: Can it wait till tomorrow, I’m actually kinda busy too. O5-1: Um, let me read the description the site director sent me… (CLICK TONGUE AND WHISTLES AS HE SCANS THE DOCUMENT)… Okay, it says we’re meant to have a conference with Junior Researcher Reg- O5-8: Junior Researcher? O5-1: Eight, can you please hold off ’til I’m done, please? Thank You. Where was I? Uhhh, Junior Researcher Regan Morgan regarding something she discovered concerning SCP-7570. Site director says it’s a matter of utmost importance. O5-9: Guess that means we have to do it. O5-8: Can we go back a bit? Junior Researcher? Why is this coming to us? Are we taking every request that comes to our door now? What even is 7570? (O5-3 CONTINUES RECITING THE DOCUMENT AS THE OTHERS DISCUSS.) O5-8: Welp, I heard safe. Sounds like it’ll be able to wait till tomorrow. O5-9: She’s apparently already on the line, she’s just waiting for us to accept the call. O5-8: And? She can stay there till tomorrow. O5-3: (FINISHES READING THE DOCUMENT) I think we should talk to her. O5-8: Jesus Christ. O5-1: Guys, come on, it’s been a long day for all of us but can we not bicker, for once, please? Okay, Three, why do you think we should hear her out? O5-3: As the document said, SCP-7570 is a machine able to create simulations of the past. Not only is it worrying that the researcher assigned to said machine is trying to contact us, I find it strange that such a low-level operative was assigned to this task at all. O5-1: Worrying how? O5-3: As a junior researcher, most of the info we have is withheld from her. But if she’s been using SCP-7570, she could’ve discovered lots of sensitive material. O5-10: Jesus Christ, who the fuck assigned her to this? O5-11: We’ve been understaffed for months now, something like this was bound to happen. What matters now is that we nip it in the bud, get her amnestisized and reassigned. O5-3: What about hearing her out? O5-11: No point, she’s likely going to bring up one of our many end-of-the-world scenarios and we just went over those an hour ago. You guys wanna talk about them again? You wanna go over the petal people first or the time the sun broke? O5-1: And if it’s something else? Look, guys. I know we’re tired but let’s just get this over with. If it’s like you say Eleven, it’ll be a ten-second conversation. (JUNIOR RESEARCHER REGAN MORGAN IS ADDED TO THE CONFERENCE CALL.) O5-1: Hello, Miss Morgan? Morgan: Hello? Yes? Sorry, I was waiting a while. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. O5-1: It's not a problem Miss Morgan, now it says here you were referred to us by your site director regarding something you discovered within SCP-7570, is that correct? Morgan: Yes sir, that is correct, I’ve found something troubling in our past that I’m afraid this council is not aware of. O5-1: And what might that be, Miss Morgan? Morgan: Well… this requires some background. While writing the report for SCP-7570, I was experimenting with its functionality and accidentally went back to the beginning of time when- O5-10: Hold on, the beginning of time? I was reading the report, I didn’t realize this machine would see dates past the creation of earth. Morgan: Yes, it’s a common underestimation that my site director also fell for. The truth is that there seems to be no limit to the amount of time the machine can accurately simulate. And because of this, I found something. O5-1: What? Morgan: Seven minutes before the big bang took place I found another universe. One with a very similar world containing humans and even an SCP Foundation. O5-1: A universe predating our own? Morgan: Yes, but the thing that brings me here to you isn’t that the universe was there, it’s that it isn’t there anymore. Something, I'm not sure what, a reality eater, anomaly, universal law, or whatever but something erased their universe and replaced it with our own seven minutes after. SILENCE HANGS IN THE ROOM FOR 30 SECONDS Morgan: Hello? O5-10: You’re certain of this, I mean how much of this universe could you see? Morgan: I spent a day exploring the streets and living their lives. I am positive that this place not only existed but that it was frighteningly similar to our own. They were shaped like us, talked like us, thought like us, I saw Doctor Clef on a talk show! This place was real and something killed it without warning. O5-10: Research for this could be game-changing. If it was an advanced civilization like she says we could find solutions to problems they managed to crack but we haven’t. We need researchers on this, good researchers. I will personally- Morgan: Wait. I had more to say. O5-7: Do not interrupt her. O5-10: No, Seven, it’s fine. What else was there, Miss Morgan? Morgan: It wasn’t the only one. O5-10: I beg your pardon? Morgan: That world, that universe. It wasn’t the only one that was replaced. I kept going back and I found more and more and more. O5-1: How many? Morgan: I don’t know, I haven’t reached the end, there could be hundreds more- O5-7: Hundreds more? How many have you encountered so far? Morgan: Not counting our own, I have counted 786 unique universes destroyed and replaced. [END LOG] Following the conference O5-1 and O5-10 were transported to SCP-7570 where Regan Morgan demonstrated the machine. O5-1 declared that discovering the nature of the universe erasure, now referred to as SCP-7570-1, was the highest priority of the Foundation. Addendum 4: SCP-7570-1 Investigation LIST OF NOTABLE ERASURE EVENTS Former Universe-0027 “Omelas”: FU-0027 appears to be a universe housing mostly dead worlds apart from two. A similar earth and a distant, powerful, macro-civilization. The earth planet is fairly mundane but research into the alien world revealed an impossibly advanced civilization. Much of their technology seemed to be derived from a thaumaturgical source they harvested with a strange ritual. A select amount of the population was exiled to the planet's neighboring moons which acted as a malignant probability sink. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0027 was aware of SCP-7570-1 and were actively attempting to stop it via conceptual attacks they targeted at the idea of circles. All efforts failed, however, as two years after their retaliation, their EE took place. Former Universe-0048 “Radiant Dreams”: FU-0048 was a space-faring empire that used highly advanced thaumaturgy to cross great distances in very short amounts of time. While completely passive, the empire was not looked upon kindly by other worlds as induction into their ranks often meant the destruction of native cultures and religions in favor of those held by the empire. This inevitably led to their destruction as a race of insect-like humanoids turned their backs on a very real deity that retaliated by infecting the dreams of all who knew its name. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0048 was completely under the control of the dream god at this point and formed a hive mind spanning countless worlds. They made no attempt to fight back when their EE came. Former Universe-0292 “Death’s Death”: FU-0292 was a civilization extremely similar to our own, even housing a Foundation equivalent. Nearing the century before their EE, a Foundation Operative managed to kill the avatar of death, rendering every living thing in reality unable to die. Society collapsed due to overpopulation and anomalies eventually broke from their cells, one of which, SCP-610, managed to infect every cell of biological matter on the planet. Earth became a giant macro-organism capable of navigating space and invading other planets. Eventually, everything in the universe was absorbed and created cobwebs of flesh spanning across planets and stars throughout the universe. ERASURE EVENT: FU-0292 was in a dormant state until twenty-four hours before their EE. At that moment the flesh-spanning worlds stirred and sank into itself forming a giant deity that used its reality-warping capabilities to reach out of the universe. The entity appeared to be pleading for its life before the EE occurred. Former Universe-SNOW “SNOW”: Before there was snow the world suffered through infinite impurities, anomalies, and filth. After the introduction of snow there was only snow and only ever was snow. Infinite suffering turned to snow, cultures turned to snow, words-s cre-sn-ate-ow-ed to spr-snow. Snow. snowsnowsnowsnow. FU-SNOW is a self-sustaining conceptual purifier attached to the idea of snow. This anomaly has the ability to alter any information that discusses it leaving this report open to unavoidable alterations. Navigation of FU-SNOW proved to be unique as times and events seemed to change the moment an infected date was observed, that date being when SCP-3799 was created. Very quickly the simulation of the universe became only snow. ERASURE EVENT: We were left in our purity for seven minutes before we realized our foolishness. We haven't succeeded, despite sprinkling our purity across every world and every idea there was One who exceeded our reach. We couldn’t see It, only feel the conceptual magnitude of Its existence. We heard a yawn and stopped being snow. Former Universe-2786 “Utopia”: Unlike other worlds, FU-2786 experienced an EE extremely early in its lifetime and has so far been the only monitored universe that didn't experience an industrial revolution. In this universe humanity never split away from each other creating a single nation that expanded across Africa, no other continents seemed to contain any human life. ERASURE EVENT: FU-2786 seemed completely unaware before the EE took place. Addendum 5: SCP-7570-1 Discovery and Classification ACCESS FILE: Entry 7 CLOSE FILE ENTRY 7 I haven’t updated this in a while and in all honesty, there’s not been much to report. Just more of the same. I’m honestly surprised I’m still on the project at all. They tried phasing me out at first but I work the machine better than anyone else. The last researcher they tried to give the wrist-pad to accidentally erased the bookmarks. We wasted a good two weeks of work having to rewind back to where we were before. They haven’t let anyone else touch the wrist-pad after that. I prefer it that way, I feel like I think better when I work alone. I’m not really here to write about work. It’s just more dead universes, I stopped describing them at the 1,000 mark, and stopped counting at somewhere around 80,000. I don't mean to downplay the scale of this, in all honesty, this event is impossible to fully comprehend. To describe the sheer magnitude of destruction, imagine this. If you took every atom that makes up earth and turned them into their own universe you wouldn't equate to 1% of the universes we've recorded. The speed that the simulation is rewinding condenses around one hundred Erasure Events in a single second and we've had it on for months. The amount of destruction is incalculable. Yet I feel nothing at this point. All I do is sit in the simulation and watch the universes fly by around me. None of them too different, none of them too similar. I thought I’d find a pattern or something that showed what happened right before it all went dark. Something each of them did that activated the erasure but there’s nothing. In a lot of worlds, everyone is dead so they can’t even activate anything. But like I said, that’s not why I’m here. I had a dream about Amelia last night. I haven’t thought of her in a while and decided to take a second to remember her face. After bookmarking where I was I went back to my universe and watched our last meeting. I forgot how small she was, I remembered us being the same height but despite being twins we looked pretty much nothing alike. She was in a Foundation cell and I was visiting. I remember this conversation exactly as I dream about it almost every month. We talk about my work and what I do because we can’t do the opposite. She’s an anomaly, her days consist of sitting in her cell, watching TV, and occasionally reading a book. She didn’t mind much though because I always had great stories about what crazy thing I was working on. There was so much wonder in her eye, so much joy in her laughter, so much life in her. After we talked I told her we’d both be moved as this Site was being abandoned due to residual Hume corruption from a dimensional anomaly. The last thing I said to her was, “See you soon.” Someone lost a folder, forgot to send a memo, or just couldn’t be bothered to care and because of that one anomaly was left at Site-7. One. It could have been an inanimate object or a vicious monster or even another poor soul but no. It was Amelia. It was almost a month later, after the stress of my move, that I realized I'd never heard where she was taken. They found her right where they locked her up, laying in her bed. And from my spot in the eternity observatory, I sat there, watching the whole thing. I watched her try to lick the condensation off the walls and eat the roaches on the floor, praying every night that someone would find her. I saw her share her dreams every night even though she knew there was no one nearby for miles. It’s weird that one death affects me more than the infinite sea of corpses I’ve witnessed solely because I knew her my whole life. Whatever I find there, at the end of time, I’ll ask how it felt. Creating the matter that makes every person, watching every life play out only to erase them all the same. I pressed my bookmark and was once again met with the black void, I signed rewind and heard something completely foreign to me. It reminded me of a buzzer when a contestant got a question wrong on a game show. It was loud, annoying, and emanating from my wrist-pad. I looked down at the screen and saw the text displayed. MAXIMUM LENGTH REACHED I looked up again, now realizing where I was. The beginning of it all, the first void, the start of the countless deaths that would follow for countless eternities. I stared into the void, watching in real-time as within the blackness there was a spark of light. Suddenly I felt different, something had changed. There was a void with a single spark in the distance but now it felt foreign. It took me a few seconds to realize I could no longer smell roasted chestnut. “Step forward.” I looked up, my attention drawn to the disembodied voice that boomed and whispered into my ear with a billion voices. I watched silently, waiting for something to happen. “Step forward. Regan Morgan.” My blood ran cold, I felt a gasp escape my mouth as I stumbled backward, staring at the spark in complete shock. It could see me! I was in a time trillions upon trillions of generations before my universe was even conceived. Why did this thing say my name at the beginning of time? I choked out an answer, “You can see me?” “I can. Step forward.” “I-” “Step,” I felt myself stiffen as if every atom in my body froze and awaited their commands, “Forward.” I did as It said, walking to meet It in the darkness, a golden spark that flickered with being and existence. Within the light I saw the billions of universes before mine, all dead and all remembered. This wasn’t the simulation, I was somewhere else, It had taken me here. Where was here, It’s home, another dimension, did It erase my world? Was I in the void awaiting to be replaced? “Well?” The spark asked impatiently. I stood there, unsure how to respond, eventually, I found my voice, “Well, what?” It laughed at me, “Regan, how many times has someone knocked on your door, and when you opened it, they asked you what you wanted?” “What?” I asked. “You came looking for me.” It replied, “You watched the entire history of our reality to the beginning, just to meet me. You’ve come all this way, you must have a question in mind. I hope I'm not sounding hostile to you, that's the last thing I want, Regan Morgan. Because despite your clear inferiority I've grown quite attached to you. No one has done what you accomplished, for you, I'll answer anything. Ask to your heart's content.” I watched it for a moment, thinking carefully of what to say, eventually settling with, “What are you?” “I’m SCP-7570-1. Is that not the name you assigned me?” It asked in a mocking tone, “Or would you prefer ‘reality eater, anomaly, universal law’? You’ve given me many names and I’ve received many more from many others. But my favorite has been I AM. It’s poetic as I am the first thing to ever be. Therefore I AM.” “Okay,” I said, “I AM… why-” “You’re not the first.” I AM said, interrupting me, “To find Me, I mean. There was another before you. An older man, I was as surprised then as I am now. I mention Francis Connery because he asked the same question you are about to ask. Why did I create, erase, and replace billions of worlds billions of times.” I stood silent, getting the feeling It would talk without my input, “You know what happened to him, are you sure you want to know?” I took a deep breath, “Yes.” “Good.” I AM said, a smile audible in Its voice, “I never get the chance to talk, to you, it’s normal, to Me it’s a delicacy. Your question requires a story. At the beginning of what is, I realized I was. This separated Me from what you see around you, the void of voids. I spent My time crafting My will into existence. Void is a substance without form, a willess anti-creation, all realities and stories are created with the emptiness. With void, I created My first world. It was beautiful, I made creatures, thinking things that could operate and struggle all their own. I sat above them at the pinnacle of our reality and watched as they lived, crafted, explored, birthed, died, repopulated, expanded, conquered, consumed, and experienced all on their own. I felt such love for them. Even for something like Me the feeling, the rush, it's impossible to put into words. I only knew the void but suddenly I could watch their war, their love, the beauty of life and death and rebirth.” Its voice shook as It explained, if I didn't know what this entity was I would have believed It actually loved Its creation. There was a wonder in Its voice I have never heard in another living being before or since, it was manic. If this thing had a face It would likely weep tears of joy explaining this to me. Even so, I knew it couldn't be real. “Then why erase them?” I asked. “Erase?” It laughed at me, “No, do you have any idea how hard it is to create consciousness, it took Me billions of eons to craft the unique minds of those people. I couldn’t just throw them away when they expired. No, repurposed is the right word, you plunge a consciousness in a void for a few eons and they forget everything they were. Leaving only empty minds to place within the next group, good as new.” “Convenience?” I asked I AM, a hint of hatred in my voice I felt It notice, “You destroyed and replaced those worlds out of convenience?” “No.” It answered, “I did it out of boredom.” The answer hung in the air for a moment, the weight of what I AM was saying finally starting to reach me. “You get it,” the entity said, “You’re understanding what I'm telling you. You see all of these worlds start out so engaging, so entertaining, but eventually, every tale hits its climax. Be honest with yourself, Regan, how many books have you read past their resolution? How many movies out there show what happens after they all lived happily ever after? How many people complain in your universe alone about how The Walking Dead or The Simpsons have gone on for way too long? You might not want to admit it but you know, Regan, on some level, somewhere in your mind you understand. That's half the reason that I love you so much because you can understand this, it killed Connery but you, Regan Morgan, get it. Eventually, someone needs to pull the plug and make something new.” “You.” I felt my heart climbing my throat and my face burning red, “You killed-” “Repurposed.” “Stripped away, the thoughts and being of all these souls, these universes because You got bored!” “Yes!” I AM answered, glee in Its voice “It’s different every time. Sometimes everyone dies, sometimes the world achieves eternal peace, sometimes every anomaly is contained. A billion endings for a billion stories and a billion more lying ahead! I’ve seen so much Regan, so many things have kept my attention glued below but to be honest, recently I’ve lost interest. Nothing surprised me, when you live as long as Me you realize how quickly you see everything. I've seen every story's every iteration, and I've seen every person's different choices play out to completion. I've seen it all and burned it all. Sure exploration and wars were still fun but what was the point when I knew what they’d find or who would win? I was just about to pull the plug and start again but then you and Connery found Me. No one has ever found me before.” “We aren’t your game,” I said behind a glare. “Yes,” I AM said, not as a form of belittlement, but as a form of correction, “You are, I created every atom that makes up every cell in your body, I put every thought in your head, I tattooed your morals and ideals inside your mind, I’ve seen every person you’ve ever been. Which makes it so incredible that this doubt exists in my head. Why can something like you, existing beneath Me, find Me, contact Me, understand Me.” “Because I’m not beneath you!” “Yes, you are! I own you as much as you own the books in your library,” I AM did a twirl in the air, “But still you’ve changed something within Me, affected Me, I’ve never been more excited to see what comes next!” “I kill you.” I said, deadpan, “The next thing that will happen will be me killing you.” Silence floated in the air once again before I AM laughed, “Kill Me? Regan, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you’re starting to bore me. We both know you have no way of doing that, everything that exists in this reality, all the tools at your disposal are made by Me. Why would I create an item that could harm Me? The only thing you have benefitting you, Regan, is my attention, other than that you’re nothing.” “I don’t care.” I said pointing at the spark, rage boiled inside of me, I felt the collective pain and suffering every soul experienced due to this thing’s attention span, “I found You, out here in the void. I don’t care that You see me as lesser, as beneath You, as nothing. I didn’t live my life for Your benefit, my struggles weren’t meant for Your entertainment! I didn’t find my sister’s dead body and mourn to keep Your attention! I am! I am a person. A thinking, feeling, thing and I’ll be the reason You die.” I AM stared at me, It could have killed me a billion times over, taken me apart atom by atom, and splay what was once me across the stars. It could have but I knew it wouldn’t. “You amaze me like no other.” I AM said with a smile, “This has me so immersed. I will spend every second of My time with My eyes on you. Regan Morgan, I can’t wait to see what you do next.” I woke up in the machine and wrote this down. I should call One, he’s going to want to hear this ACCESS FILE: SCP-7570-1 CLOSE FILE Item#: 7570-1 Level5 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Photo taken of SCP-7570-1 from within SCP-7570 Special Containment Procedures: To effectively limit SCP-7570-1’s influence on reality certain measures must be taken to ensure the entity's attention is held. The Foundation will expend all resources necessary to stoke global conflicts, fund space exploration, limit anomaly capture, and keep Foundation opposition operational. Screenings show that without Foundation interference world peace could have been achieved on three separate occasions and anomalous activity could, and still can be, resolved entirely. Above all else, however, Senior Researcher Regan Morgan must be kept safe and continue her research on SCP-7570-1. Description: SCP-7570-1 is an all-powerful, immortal, deity that resides within our reality, observing from afar. Despite being far beyond us in power, SCP-7570-1 seems to have a similar attention span and mannerisms with that of a normal human being, albeit one that suffers from severe narcissism and lack of empathy. Because of this, SCP-7570-1 has the potential to erase the current universe if It loses interest. SCP-7570-1 has demonstrated this ability numerous times and it is believed that the only reason the current universe is still here is because of SCP-7570-1’s fixation on Senior Researcher Regan Morgan. Addendum: I think I found something: [REDACTED]. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 1 2. See Addendum 2 « SCP-7569 | SCP-7570 | SCP-7571 » |
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Item#: SCP-7571 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Assigned Department Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Department of Psychometrics N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: With approval from Site-400's current site director, SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B have been granted permission to continue their long-term employment with the Foundation. However, they are to be under constant surveillance to continually oversee their anomalous capabilities. Drs. Abigayle Quinlan and Windsor Gladwyn of the Department of Psychometrics are currently overseeing their research. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7571 is the designation given to an anomaly presently affecting two human individuals currently employed by the Foundation; hereafter known as SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B. SCP-7571-A is Senior Researcher Dr. Roman "Rome" Collymore, the Deputy Chair of the Archives and Revisions Section of Site-400. SCP-7571-A is a Caucasian adult male of British-Scottish descent, with brunet hair and brown eyes. SCP-7571-A is 26 minutes older than SCP-7571-B. SCP-7571-B is Communication Specialist Rowan "Collin" Collymore, the Chief Executive of Site-400's Office of Telecommunications Monitoring. SCP-7571-B is a Caucasian adult male of British-Scottish descent, with brunet hair and brown eyes. SCP-7571-B is 26 minutes younger than SCP-7571-A. On the 5th of March, 2019, SCP-7571 spontaneously manifested as the capability of both SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B to directly communicate and interface their own thoughts with each other via a psychological telepathic link. Research into the limits of this link is ongoing. ADDENDUM 7571-1: Experiment Log Experiment 7571-1/A Date: 08/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: Both SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were placed within two different holding chambers. SCP-7571-B was presented with a questionnaire relating to world history and is instructed to answer all of them correctly. Permission to seek help from SCP-7571-A was granted. Observations: SCP-7571-B was able to answer all of the questions with complete accuracy. As expected, he attempted to telepathically communicate with SCP-7571-A to request the answers to the questions. Experiment 7571-2/A Date: 10/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-B was temporarily transported to Research and Development Site-45, located in Western Australia. Meanwhile, SCP-7571-A was transported to Research and Containment Site-43, situated in Canada. Both of them were then instructed to communicate with each other via a telepathic link. Observations: SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were able to establish a connection despite the sizeable distance (approximately 16,270 kilometers). Both individuals were subsequently returned back to Site-400 without incident. Experiment 7571-3/A Date: 17/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-A was singularly exposed to an Artificial Regulated Memetic Agent (ARMA-567: a photo that causes viewers to sneeze three times). SCP-7571-A was asked to "send" SCP-7571-B the same image of the photo through a telepathic connection. Observations: SCP-7571-B mentally "received" the image of the photo and sneezed thrice. Experiment 7571-4/A Date: 18/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-B was singularly told "classified information" regarding an unrelated anomaly, and was asked to keep said information verbally and telepathically hidden from SCP-7571-A. Afterward, SCP-7571-A was ordered to delicately "probe" SCP-7571-B's mind in order to uncover the information. Observations: Following some time, SCP-7571-A finally declared that he has failed on uncovering the "classified information" from SCP-7571-B. ADDENDUM 7571-2: Incident Log // Neutralization On the 13th of July, 2019, SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were among the individuals captured and held hostage within Site-400's auditorium by Chaos Insurgency operatives during the "Great 4:00 AM Raid". Despite objection from SCP-7571-B, SCP-7571-A attempted to provide a distraction in order for the other hostages to escape. Unfortunately, he was found out by one of the Insurgents and killed via gunshot. Thankfully, MTF Bowe-47 ("How I Became a Martyr")1 was able to breach the auditorium from the outside and terminate the Insurgents before any more casualties occurred. At the request of SCP-7571-B, SCP-7571-A was buried near the sessile oak tree located in Site-400's courtyard, along with the other personnel who regretfully perished during the raid. SCP-7571 has been redesignated as Neutralized. Its document will be updated accordingly. Site-400's courtyard, with the sessile oak tree visible. Transcript of Therapy-Session 7571-B/#49 Date: 17/01/2022 Personnel Present: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan Specialist Rowan Collymore <Begin Log> Dr. Quinlan: Welcome back, Collin. Take a seat. Specialist Collymore: Doc. Dr. Quinlan: How are we doing today? Specialist Collymore: Uhh, fine, honestly. (fidgets) Nothin' really happenin' on my end. Dr. Quinlan: Is that so? Well then, do you mind if we continue from where we left off? With the- Specialist Collymore: Yeah, no no, please. I was actually hoping you would bring that up this time. Dr. Quinlan: I see. (clears throat) So, in our last session, you said that the nightmares have been getting… better? Can you elaborate on that for me? Specialist Collymore: Right, right. Umm, I might've worded that a little weird. It ain't exactly better, but uhh… more like it's more… worn out than usual. Or something like that. Dr. Quinlan: (nods) Hmm, okay. Do you perhaps… view this as progress? Specialist Collymore: I mean, I'm still seeing a bunch of dirt but yeah, why not? (sighs and chuckles) At least it beats the constant screamin'. I can actually get some shut-eye for once. Dr. Quinlan: Uh-huh… (writing on clipboard) What does it consist of now? Do you remember? Specialist Collymore: (shrugs) Just some whimperin' noises. And more begging it looks like. Dr. Quinlan: Begging? Specialist Collymore: Uhh, yeah, or I guess that's what it sounds like to me. Dr. Quinlan: Can you make out anything from it? Specialist Collymore: Somethin' about bugs, I think. <End Log> Note: N/A ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7571" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7571. 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: grave.jpg Name: The venerable sessile oak by the Nasalevtsi church BG Author: Lyudmila Gyurova, Rayna Tzvetkova License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. A task force specializing in the neutralisation of threats associated with GoI-051, or the Chaos Insurgency. |
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Item#: SCP-7571 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Assigned Department Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Department of Psychometrics N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: With approval from Site-400's current site director, SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B have been granted permission to continue their long-term employment with the Foundation. However, they are to be under constant surveillance to continually oversee their anomalous capabilities. Drs. Abigayle Quinlan and Windsor Gladwyn of the Department of Psychometrics are currently overseeing their research. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7571 is the designation given to an anomaly presently affecting two human individuals currently employed by the Foundation; hereafter known as SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B. SCP-7571-A is Senior Researcher Dr. Roman "Rome" Collymore, the Deputy Chair of the Archives and Revisions Section of Site-400. SCP-7571-A is a Caucasian adult male of British-Scottish descent, with brunet hair and brown eyes. SCP-7571-A is 26 minutes older than SCP-7571-B. SCP-7571-B is Communication Specialist Rowan "Collin" Collymore, the Chief Executive of Site-400's Office of Telecommunications Monitoring. SCP-7571-B is a Caucasian adult male of British-Scottish descent, with brunet hair and brown eyes. SCP-7571-B is 26 minutes younger than SCP-7571-A. On the 5th of March, 2019, SCP-7571 spontaneously manifested as the capability of both SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B to directly communicate and interface their own thoughts with each other via a psychological telepathic link. Research into the limits of this link is ongoing. ADDENDUM 7571-1: Experiment Log Experiment 7571-1/A Date: 08/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: Both SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were placed within two different holding chambers. SCP-7571-B was presented with a questionnaire relating to world history and is instructed to answer all of them correctly. Permission to seek help from SCP-7571-A was granted. Observations: SCP-7571-B was able to answer all of the questions with complete accuracy. As expected, he attempted to telepathically communicate with SCP-7571-A to request the answers to the questions. Experiment 7571-2/A Date: 10/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-B was temporarily transported to Research and Development Site-45, located in Western Australia. Meanwhile, SCP-7571-A was transported to Research and Containment Site-43, situated in Canada. Both of them were then instructed to communicate with each other via a telepathic link. Observations: SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were able to establish a connection despite the sizeable distance (approximately 16,270 kilometers). Both individuals were subsequently returned back to Site-400 without incident. Experiment 7571-3/A Date: 17/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-A was singularly exposed to an Artificial Regulated Memetic Agent (ARMA-567: a photo that causes viewers to sneeze three times). SCP-7571-A was asked to "send" SCP-7571-B the same image of the photo through a telepathic connection. Observations: SCP-7571-B mentally "received" the image of the photo and sneezed thrice. Experiment 7571-4/A Date: 18/03/2019 Presiding: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn Procedures: SCP-7571-B was singularly told "classified information" regarding an unrelated anomaly, and was asked to keep said information verbally and telepathically hidden from SCP-7571-A. Afterward, SCP-7571-A was ordered to delicately "probe" SCP-7571-B's mind in order to uncover the information. Observations: Following some time, SCP-7571-A finally declared that he has failed on uncovering the "classified information" from SCP-7571-B. ADDENDUM 7571-2: Incident Log // Neutralization On the 13th of July, 2019, SCP-7571-A and SCP-7571-B were among the individuals captured and held hostage within Site-400's auditorium by Chaos Insurgency operatives during the "Great 4:00 AM Raid". Despite objection from SCP-7571-B, SCP-7571-A attempted to provide a distraction in order for the other hostages to escape. Unfortunately, he was found out by one of the Insurgents and killed via gunshot. Thankfully, MTF Bowe-47 ("How I Became a Martyr")1 was able to breach the auditorium from the outside and terminate the Insurgents before any more casualties occurred. At the request of SCP-7571-B, SCP-7571-A was buried near the sessile oak tree located in Site-400's courtyard, along with the other personnel who regretfully perished during the raid. SCP-7571 has been redesignated as Neutralized. Its document will be updated accordingly. Site-400's courtyard, with the sessile oak tree visible. Transcript of Therapy-Session 7571-B/#49 Date: 17/01/2022 Personnel Present: Dr. Abigayle Quinlan Specialist Rowan Collymore <Begin Log> Dr. Quinlan: Welcome back, Collin. Take a seat. Specialist Collymore: Doc. Dr. Quinlan: How are we doing today? Specialist Collymore: Uhh, fine, honestly. (fidgets) Nothin' really happenin' on my end. Dr. Quinlan: Is that so? Well then, do you mind if we continue from where we left off? With the- Specialist Collymore: Yeah, no no, please. I was actually hoping you would bring that up this time. Dr. Quinlan: I see. (clears throat) So, in our last session, you said that the nightmares have been getting… better? Can you elaborate on that for me? Specialist Collymore: Right, right. Umm, I might've worded that a little weird. It ain't exactly better, but uhh… more like it's more… worn out than usual. Or something like that. Dr. Quinlan: (nods) Hmm, okay. Do you perhaps… view this as progress? Specialist Collymore: I mean, I'm still seeing a bunch of dirt but yeah, why not? (sighs and chuckles) At least it beats the constant screamin'. I can actually get some shut-eye for once. Dr. Quinlan: Uh-huh… (writing on clipboard) What does it consist of now? Do you remember? Specialist Collymore: (shrugs) Just some whimperin' noises. And more begging it looks like. Dr. Quinlan: Begging? Specialist Collymore: Uhh, yeah, or I guess that's what it sounds like to me. Dr. Quinlan: Can you make out anything from it? Specialist Collymore: Somethin' about bugs, I think. <End Log> Note: N/A ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7571" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7571. 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: grave.jpg Name: The venerable sessile oak by the Nasalevtsi church BG Author: Lyudmila Gyurova, Rayna Tzvetkova License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. A task force specializing in the neutralisation of threats associated with GoI-051, or the Chaos Insurgency. |
SCP-7572 | safe | close Info X More by this author ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to cannibalism. ⚠️ content warning SCP-7572, exterior view. Item #: SCP-7572 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location, SCP-7572 necessitates no real containment. All further research inquiries regarding SCP-7572 — including attempts to access its topmost floor — are to be directed to Site-45. Description: SCP-7572 is a large stone tower located inside SCP-2746-1.1 On the outside, it is entirely nonanomalous and stands at 20 meters of height; from the inside, however, its height appears to be infinite. SCP-7572's interior is made up of several floors, all connected by a single spiral staircase. Walking down the staircase from ground level gives access to one floor; walking up the staircase from ground level gives access to a seemingly infinite amount of floors. So far, vertical exploration of over 600 levels is yet to access its topmost floor, if one even exists. As such, it has been assumed that SCP-7572's height does not adhere to the rules of Euclidean geometry and simply continues on without any limits. During initial discovery, the entry to SCP-7572's interior and its lowest windows were covered in a series of mostly destroyed wooden planks. Analysis of the damage done to them revealed that they were all done by various animal paws2 over the course of multiple days. Since then, the structures have been removed for ease of access. Addendum 7572-1: List of SCP-7572 Floors Following several explorations of SCP-7572's exterior, a full record of the 627 floors which have so far been explored was created. Below attached is an abridged list of the ones which have been deemed the most important for further research. Floor Number Description Basement A small cellar scarcely filled with food racks and barrels. Though these containers vary in size and shape, they are all entirely empty, with large bite marks visible upon them. Large portions of the room are demolished in a similar manner to the barricades located near SCP-7572's entry. Several of the stones which make up its walls and floor were haphazardly removed, as if in search of something. Ground A lobby decorated with seats, tables, and several miniature figures of buildings, all in various stages of disrepair. Over the doors leading into the room, a big mosaic depicting several animals and a light in the form of a humanoid shining above them is located. The latter character has been since crossed out with several claw marks, as have five of the animals.3 The silhouette of a burning fire has been similarly engraved around the scene. 1 A study, its walls covered in various architectural plans, schematics, and drawings. One of them depicts SCP-7572, with a bright star — similar in form to the light depicted in the mosaic on ground floor — drawn over its final, still-unfinished level. The paper depicting the area located immediately next to the tower's doors has been violently scratched off. 3 A storeroom filled with several shelves and boxes, all containing building materials similar to those used in SCP-7572's construction. Over some of the containers, diagrams depicting ants and moles moving the aforementioned materials towards the topmost floor drawn in schematics present on floor 2 can be seen. Notably, most of the building materials seem to have been already used. 7 A library, its walls covered in several bookcases, seemingly relating to various architectural styles, materials, and practitioners of the art. Most of their insides have been violently removed, or ripped out, similar to the manner used to uncover parts of the basement and rip up the schematics on floor 2. A majority of the destroyed books seem to somehow share a pattern of a star depicted on their cover, though various also contain imagery similar to the five animals crossed out of the mosaic on ground floor. 12 A large room with a long table and a map — seemingly of SCP-2746-1 — sitting in its middle. On it, several points are circled in red, with small diagrams of what appear to be bread loaves, crossed swords, and exclamation marks next to them. Crossed swords appear next to diagrams of starlight and diagrams of a wolf; bread loaves appear atop civilian buildings; exclamation marks appear next to areas that contain both wolf and bread diagrams. The point on the map corresponding to SCP-7572's location bears the symbol of a shield. No other circled points share this identification. 16 A room filled with several bed-like structures scattered around it in disarray. Some of them are covered in dried-up blood and bitten bones, while others are ripped up. The entry leading to this level was covered in heavy barricades reminiscent of those present near SCP-7572's entry; similarly to those fortifications, they have also been destroyed. The entry leading to the level above is decorated with a red arrow pointing up. 17-627 All floors higher than floor 16 have been found to be identical, entirely empty rooms. Their structure is less stable than that of the levels that came before them, as if they were frantically assembled in an attempt to increase the height of SCP-7572. The only thing of note in all of them is a red arrow pointing up, identical to the one found on floor 16. Addendum 7572-2: File Update On 07/07/2007, a Foundation exploration squad reached the 776th floor of SCP-7572. Upon entering it, they reported that they were entirely incapable of ascending further. Though the staircase continued on normally, it has been found that subjects instructed to continue up were stopped halfway through their tracks. The makeup of the 776th floor itself differs from the set of identical 759 floors below it. Its walls are covered in dried-up blood, with several discarded items and bones laying around it. Analysis revealed that the remains belonged to various animal species, including the European mole (Talpa europaea), with bitemarks preset on them consistent with spotted hyena and brown bear markings. The discarded items themselves are mostly personal curia, such as medallions and pendants depicting other animals. The only noteworthy of the objects is a small journal, whose pages are covered in schematics of SCP-7572 and drawings depicting its 776 floors. The page that would describe the 777th one has been ripped out. The one immediately next to it contains a short poem, that, when translated from dialect A-12 ("Old Angelic"), reads: No people in ████; No respite in heaven To choose between peace and life Is no choice at all. So far no means — both anomalous or not — have been found to be capable of persuading individuals to walk further than the first step of the staircase leading to the 777th floor. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7572" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7572. 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: tower2.jpg Name: Stone tower (8061918730) (2).jpg Author: psyberartist License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. An extradimensional space that had once been inhabited by a society of sapient animals. Following a civil war between inhabitants that opposed the orders of the entity known as the "Maker" — the supposed creator of SCP-2746-1 and its population — and its followers, it was entirely abandoned. 2. Including spotted hyenas (Crocuta crocuta), brown bears (Ursus arctos), and wolverines (Gulo gulo). 3. Notably: two rabbits, two cats, and a wolf. |
SCP-7573 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following anomaly last manifested on May 8th, 1979. Though the anomaly is considered neither neutralized nor explained, it has been deemed inactive. This will soon be filed under SCP-7573-ARC, where it will be kept available for further research. — Alexis Rose, Digitization Department Lead SCP-7573 Item #: SCP-7573 Special Containment Procedures: Site-55 personnel are advised not to open any unmarked mail received from the Site's mailroom, with the exception of Researcher Arthur, the current SCP-7573 research lead. Description: SCP-7573 is a series of letters manifesting within the Site-55 mailroom. Instances are always addressed to a member of staff with no return address. The contents of SCP-7573 will typically contain threats of physical violence against the addressee. When opened by the addressee, additional SCP-7573 instances will begin to manifest within their mailbox. If not opened, SCP-7573 manifestations cease after approximately four to five days, at which point the anomaly will target a new subject. An SCP-7573 instance opened by anyone other than the addressee will spontaneously combust, effectively destroying the message within. Addendum 7573.01: Research Log Researcher Arthur was instructed to keep opening any received SCP-7573 instances. At the time of writing, he is the only remaining SCP-7573 target. Attached is an abridged log of received SCP-7573 instances recreated by Researcher Arthur. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 1 Message: I'm going to kick your ass, you fuckin poindexter. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 5 Message: I hope you fall down a well and get stuck down there, crying 'Wah, I'm stuck in a well, someone help me!' But no one ever comes. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 14 Message: I ought to suffocate you, you little prick. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 35 Message: ███████████ , ███████████1 SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 52 Message: I'm actually running out of threats here, but you know, I'm starting to think you like this, you little weirdo. Do you like this, Arthur? Do you like it when I threaten you? Does that get your pathetic little rocks off? SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 65 Message: I'm surprised you've made it this far. Most people give up after the first three days. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 77 Message: Hey, just so you know, I was only joking before. About all that stuff with the threats and whatnot. Are we cool? Just open the next letter if we're cool. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 78 Message: Okay, good. Phew. I'm glad we're cool. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 89 Message: I guess what I'm trying to say is; I'm just so flattered somebody would stick it out despite me being such a dick. You're more patient than anyone I've ever known. Sorry for being so cruel to you. You didn't deserve that. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 97 Message: N/A Note: The SCP-7573 instance contained a single rose. It is unknown how the envelope was able to store the rose, as the object was significantly larger than its container and showed no signs of exterior distortion. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 105 Message: You're the only person I can really talk to without fearing you'll abandon me. I know I acted very mean in the beginning but I guess I was just defending myself from being hurt again. I'm sure you know how it feels to talk to someone only to have them ditch you. I'm sorry about that. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 113 Message: Wanna hear something sad? You're probably the only friend I've ever had. How pathetic is that? But you wouldn't laugh at me over that, I know you wouldn't. You're a good friend, Arthur. SCP-7573 Manifestation #: 120 Message: I'm glad we're friends. I'm glad I have you, Arthur. Thanks for listening to me. Due to the advent of email in 1978, snail mail fell out of favor as a means of intra-Site communications for the Foundation. For this reason, the Site-55 mailroom was demolished to make way for new SCiPNet servers. SCP-7573's final manifestation occurred on May 8th, 1979, one week prior to the demolition of the mailroom. Footnotes 1. Exact coordinates of Researcher Arthur's home redacted for privacy. 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} #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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Just five short steps and I'll be there. Beautiful infinite limpid darkness. More by ThatGuy ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy and pertinent themes/mentions of suicide. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7574 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Activation of SCP-7574-1 is to only be activated through dual-key startup, in which: Access Key 1 is held by Site-18 Director Iovanius Neer, under permission of O5-11. Access Key 2 is held by O5-11. Due to the location of SCP-7574-3, no containment is required at this time. I. Neer: Well, HR has determined you fit the criteria for this, I suppose. But seriously, Dick, are you absolutely sure you want to- R. Bartleman: Yeah. You need someone to drive the ship, and there's nobody else in the Foundation willing to test it. I. Neer: There are other options; we can - I don’t know - send AIC or something. R. Bartleman: Those things are worth more than I'll ever be, Ivy. You know that. I. Neer: This isn't the 80's anymore, Richard; the Foundation doesn't just throw bodies around for the sake of experimentation. R. Bartleman: And we're both grateful for that, Iovanius. But we need to do this. I… I want to do this. Silence. I. Neer: Is this about her? R. Bartleman: What? No. This is about- I. Neer: Because I know Katherine would've never let you go through with this. Silence. A stifled tear. A sigh. I. Neer: Fine. I… I'll tell the team you'll be there at 8:30. I’m sorry. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7574 is the group designation for 4 anomalies: 2 created for the purposes of PROJECT STARLAUNCH (-1 and -2), and 2 which are the subject of said project (-3 and -4). SCP-7574-1 is the DEXTER-MULVANEY Ontokinetic Displacement Engine, a Foundation-constructed device capable of displacing matter to another point within space and time. After activation of SCP-7574-1, an input screen will indicate requiring a necessitated input of both a specific date (in YYYY format) and a distance away from SCP-7574-1, accompanied by a directional angle. After confirmation by both key-holders and any potential personnel involved, all matter on the launching pad will be instantaneously displaced. Due to the nature of SCP-7574-1 sending matter outwards rather than receiving it, any usages of the device are to be considered one-way. Dr. Mulvaney: I can't guarantee your safety once you've landed, but your file seems to indicate you're good at defending yourself. That all make sense? R. Bartleman: Yup, got it. Go out, fly far, land on the pink one, see what's going on. Maybe I can get back into farming, ha. Dr. Mulvaney: …Right. R. Bartleman: Something the matter doc? Dr. Mulvaney: No! I mean. I don't know, you just seem… oddly nonchalant about all of this. You've read the report, right? You know that it's- R. Bartleman: One way, I know. I wouldn't start a farm if I was just going to be abandoning it anyway. Dr. Mulvaney: Ah. Positives, I guess. Still, most pilots started sweating a lot when I told them what this entailed. Trying to get away from the wife, eh? Silence. Dr. Mulvaney: Just tugging your strings. My bad. R. Bartleman: Don’t have one. Not anymore. Dr. Mulvaney: Oh. Shit. Sorry to hear that. R. Bartleman: Is that everything I need to know? Silence. An awkward cough. Dr. Mulvaney: You know, we can always- R. Bartleman: We're going ahead. See you tomorrow at 7. SCP-7574-2 is a vestigial vehicle created for the use of SCP-7574-1 involving Foundation personnel, measuring 5m x 5m x 5m, with an outer hull composed of an anomalous silicon, telekill, and beryllium bronze alloy. SCP-7574-2 is primarily solar-powered, and contains 3 electrical batteries which have been altered using power-enhancing products obtained from GOI-004, "The Factory", as a backup supply of power. The vehicle also contains a miniature agricultural system which can sustainably feed a single pilot for a minimum of 3 weeks. Due to durability and longevity, SCP-7574-2 was constructed based on original prototype designs for the purposes of usage with SCP-7574-1, in order to travel to SCP-7574-3. HUMAN RESOURCES: FITNESS ASSESSMENT STAFF IN QUESTION: RICHARD "DICK" BARTLEMAN EMPLOYED AS: MTF Free-Form Agent1 and Foundation Pilot. CURRENT LOCATION: Site-18 REASONS FOR ASSESSMENT: Fitness for PROJECT STARLAUNCH. PAST CONCERNS: Past struggles with survivor’s guilt as a result of field work, and small bouts of depression. A large period of mourning and depression due to the suicide of spouse Dr. Katherine Bartleman (2 years ago), the disappearance of close friend Anton Radu (3 years ago), and the death of father Marcus Bartleman (4 years ago). SUMMARY: Richard Bartleman has, throughout his 32-year career working for the Foundation, consistently shown to be adaptable, efficient, and highly capable in the assignments he is given. This performance was, in the past few years, hindered by a series of losses which then impacted his personality and mood severely. These effects were especially clear after the suicide of his wife of 20 years, Katherine Bartleman, the cause of which is unknown but presumed to be of non-anomalous reasons. Richard Bartleman, Age 53. However, the last 6 months have shown Richard being able to return to his work and continue to be an invaluable asset to the Foundation. The Site-18 Therapy Division reports that their sessions with Richard ceased as of 7 months ago, by the agent's own decision, indicating a return of mental well-being for Richard. Given the extenuated timeframe since the death of his spouse, the Site-18 Human Resources Department is of the belief that Richard Bartleman has, in simplified terms, been able to "move on". Currently, there are no reasons going against Richard's involvement in PROJECT STARLAUNCH both mentally or, more importantly, physically. His personnel fitness score has thus been updated to indicate such. PERSONNEL FITNESS SCORE: 88 / 100, qualifying past the necessary number of 70. MENTAL STABILITY TEST SCORE: 44 / 50, qualifying past the necessary number of 40. CONCLUSION: Based on assessment score, and a lack of similarly qualified personnel, Richard Bartleman has been deemed fit for usage within PROJECT STARLAUNCH. — Arnold Stamos, Deputy of Human Resources at Site-18 SCPF HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT Solving your Complaints and Problems SCP-7574-3 is a celestial body of primarily pink coloration, located 1.025 million lightyears away from Earth. Observation using both standard and anomalously altered astronomical tools indicates SCP-7574-3 may have the potential for supporting human life, possessing a subtle thaumaturgically distinct signature indicating a connection with life itself, as well as a perceivably powerful ability to amplify all frequencies of visible light. In order to test the capabilities of SCP-7574-3 to support humanity in preparation for possible XK End-of-the-World Scenarios, PROJECT STARLAUNCH was created. SCP-7574-1 was constructed with the purpose of displacing SCP-7574-2, manned, to a point within approximately 100 kilometers of SCP-7574-3. SCP-7574-4 is [O5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]. Command: Alright, all systems are ready for "launch". How we feelin' in there, Dick? R. Bartleman: Good enough. Command: Great. Listen, we won't be able to talk to you once you're out there, seeing as…. you know, you'll be trillions of kilometers away. Radio system still exists though, should you feel like using it. R. Bartleman: I know all of this already, command. Command: We're just making sure you're prepared thoroughly before you- R. Bartleman: Just launch the fucking ship. Command: Okay, okay, alright. Initiating SCP-7574 activation process… confirming access key input before activation? I. Neer (Through Command): I… confirmed. Command: Something the matter, sir? Iovanius looks through the command hub window at SCP-7574-2, before sighing. I. Neer: No. Confirmed. O5-11: Confirmed. Let's hit the stars and beyond, people. [launch initiation cut for brevity] Command: Via authority given by both Director Iovanius Neer and O5-11, I will now be lowering the final lever on your displacement. Good luck, and thank you for your service Richard. R. Bartleman: Sure. Lever is lowered. All visible matter on the SCP-7574-1 platform begins to slowly raise. Command: Countdown has been automatically started, going from: Countdown.AIC: 10… Neer sighs and places his head in his hands. Countdown.AIC: 9… Suddenly, power to Site-18 is lost in a temporary outage. FISC footage indicates a return of power within half a second. Upon power returning, the text on the SCP-7574 input screen within the command hub appears scrambled. Dr. Mulvaney: Shit. Shit, shit, shit, no. Countdown.AIC: 8… Bartleman looks out of the front visor of SCP-7574-2 towards the command hub, confused. R. Bartleman: What? What the hell was that? Countdown.AIC: 7… O5-11: Minor power outage, Richard- Mulvaney, what is going on? Countdown.AIC: 6… Dr. Mulvaney: The date for the launch, it's fucking scrambling. Half the system is scrambling- Countdown.AIC: 5… Command: Excuse me? Countdown.AIC: 4… R. Bartleman: What's happening? Countdown.AIC: 3… Dr. Mulvaney: The date, it's not- I. Neer: It's not what? Countdown.AIC: 2… R. Bartleman: What the fuck is going on out there? Countdown.AIC: 1… Dr. Mulvaney: It's going to- Countdown.AIC: Initiating Irreversible Launch… O5-11 Just say it, Mulvaney, what the hell is- Countdown.AIC: Launching. In an instant, all matter located on the SCP-7574-1 platform vanishes. SCP-7574-1 shuts down as all personnel in the command hub look on with fear and awe. The final number on the date input screen is 0000. Dr. Mulvaney: It… it defaulted. After the events of Launch Alpha, it is believed that Richard Bartleman and SCP-7574-2 were displaced to the appropriate distance point but at a time point ~13.7 billion years in the past, or approximately the year identified as 0. As a result, both SCP-7574-2 and its pilot are considered lost. ACCESS ADDENDUM...? WELCOME, O5-11. SCP-7574-4 designates a series of anomalous radio frequencies which have been recorded since their original discovery in 1903 by the Foundation. While the nature of SCP-7574-4 has not been understood by the Foundation for a majority of the organization’s lifespan, the recent failure of Launch Alpha has provided possible context for the frequencies and potential messages received; as such, a collection of notable instances have been collected here. Mulvaney, what did you- holy shit. It… it worked. It worked? Wait. Where's the planet? Where is anything? No. No no no no no. You're fucking kidding me. 0? As in- Jesus Christ, it's all just dust out here. Sounds of an adult male sobbing for 3 minutes. I can't believe this. Of all the fucking people, of course this needed to go wrong on me. What was I expecting anyway, putting any faith in those conniving idiots? Fuck. Fuck fuckity fucking hell. Stuck out in the middle of nothingness with a pile of potatoes, surrounded by nothing but dust and stars. … At least they're pretty. This, uh, this radio. It's on. I don't remember turning it on, but it is. I don't know if this works. I don't think it's going to work, but, well, I don't know. They seemed confident the pod would be indestructible, so… fuck, maybe someone will find this someday. Maybe? I don't know. I don't know a damn thing about this. Okay. Well. I'm on day three, I guess. The dust still looks nice. -and then I said, well, what the fuck do you want me to do about it? I'm a fucking pilot, I'm not an engineer, I can't fix your goddamn sink. He starts giving me a weird face, storms off, won't talk to me for a couple days, and… Then, then- fuck, why did I say that? It's not like he meant any harm by asking, he just needed help. Christ. I miss him, still. I hope you're grazing greener pastures, Anton. Wherever you ended up. God, that is- that tastes awful. I don't have a clue how to cook potatoes, do I. I could never make ‘em right, yet you always ate the slop. You loved those potatoes. You always loved eating them with me. God, if only we could’ve kept eating those fucking terrible potatoes. Sounds of quiet sobbing through consumption for 2 minutes. I wish I had known what you were going through. I still don't know what you were going through, because nobody fucking knows. I should've been able to see it, from the little things, but I just- I never asked questions. Wasn't home enough, working for this fuckin' Foundation. I just wish I could've tried to save you, you beautiful woman. None of us deserved to lose you like that, and you- you had so much ahead of you, an amazing career and me, your friends, your everything. Goddamn it, I wish I noticed so I could understand any of this. Too fucking late for that. The Director… he was probably right. You never would've let me come out here, do this. But goddamn it, kitkat, you would've loved it out here. The light, it's… it's stunning. This pink light, it's just… it's like you, I think. I don't know. In a terrifying way. In a horrible way. Why couldn't you have stopped me? Why- why did you have to go? Why, you fucking perfect idiot, why? I'm sorry. For yelling like that. You don't deserve it. You didn't deserve any of what happened to you. That's obvious. Why am I even talking? Sometimes, in the strangest way, I can hear your voice out here. In the- the pink dust, it calls out to me. Speaking, in a strange way, just like you did. Just like everyone who went missing did. A slurry of sounds and feelings, all just… around me. Always. I think I'm going to keep listening. I always wondered, in the back of my tactically-trained brain, why we do what we do. I mean, protect humanity, yeah, but… I don't know. If the Foundation was here, they'd probably find a way to hang a curtain over my window and stop me from seeing this light. Cover my ears, stop me from hearing the voices. Cut out my brain, stop me from thinking these thoughts. Then again, they threw me all the way out here. I don't know how much they'd care out here. I think the ship stopped moving a long, long time ago. I don't even know how long I've been alive anymore. I don't know how much more I want to be alive, but the light keeps me going. It keeps teaching me that it's going to be okay. I'm glad you're here with me, Katherine. You're glowing just like you did before. It's clumping up around the ship. We aren't moving anymore. I can barely see outside, with the age of my eyes now, but I can still hear you all. Telling me stories about a better world, a world of thoughts and wonder and a world where you never would have had to end it all like that. I'm just five steps away from that world. Just five short steps and I'll be there. It's going to be okay, Katherine. The light completes me, just like you once did, and just like you will when I join you. The sky is parting for me, kitkat. I'm going to be fine. I'm going to be fine. It's all going to be fine. I can see clearly now. I can see the stars. I can see you. I don't think stars ever really go out. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7575 | safe | We strongly encourage all staff to regularly ask themselves: “Does it make sense for me to have achieved what’s been attributed to me?” If the answer is no, you may be eligible for semiotic compensation. Item #: SCP-7575 Special Containment Procedures: Testing of SCP-7575 is prohibited. Any individual authorized to view this document may not physically view SCP-7575. If possible, all actions performed by personnel with access to this file are to be logged in ERDC-7575. Please analyze peer or self-attributed accomplishments for individualistic/egoistic plausibility. Description: SCP-7575 is a small1 metallic2 cube3 previously filed as a minor anomalous object.4 SCP-7575 constantly emits a low, droning sound.5 Object was discovered after having landed in an isolated forest near Great Slave Lake, Canada6, presumably from extraterrestrial orbit.7 SCP-7575 was discovered following a series of routine tests performed on anomalous objects. Subsequent events led to the conclusion of several indirectly observed/confirmed sentient entities being unaccounted-for personnel.8 The Foundation became aware of additional anomalous properties following the semi-accidental discovery of an Extra-Reality Data Cache (ERDC-7575) by Dr. , now known as , with assistance by , 9, and . Stored inside the cache was a database of over 247,000 entries detailing mundane actions and activities carried out by a collective team of 12 supposed Foundation personnel, led by , . The circumstances that led to the creation of the cache and the team are unknown10, however, it was within the cache that additional information regarding SCP-7575 became known.11 SCP-7575 imposes a known/unknown set of criteria upon all sapient12 concepts. Following the fulfillment of these criteria, an individual's existence and direct cumulative existential consequences will be erased from reality13, and be replaced14 by alternative causal routing. A small number of these criteria are known utilizing the final entries15 of each of the personnel detailed in ERDC-7575. These include: Viewing SCP-7575. Possessing knowledge of SCP-7575's appearance. Viewing SCP-7575's documentation. Possessing knowledge of SCP-7575's origin. Counting to 377. Having been a passenger of an automobile.16 Playing a game of chess using an illegitimate codified ruleset. Drinking a cup of room temperature coffee. Visiting the unincorporated town of , . Shaking 's hand. Committing murder. Deleting a .pdf file authored by .17 Addendum: Following the of , the aforementioned list of known qualifiers has been deemed inaccurate.18 Footnotes 1. Do not verify without authorization. 2. Do not verify without authorization. 3. Do not verify without authorization. 4. Do not verify without authorization. 5. Do not verify without authorization. 6. Do not verify without authorization. Previous/simultaneous locations of discovery include Omsk, Russia, Eugene, Oregon, and the nonexistent census-designated area of Portsmouth, Wales. 7. SCP-7575 can occasionally be retrocausally discovered in retail stores and inheritances. 8. Do not verify without authorization. 9. Possibly deceased. Proposed prelococausal identities include . 10. Do not verify without authorization. 11. SCP-7575 was discovered included in a cache of anomalous objects bequeathed to the Foundation by an unknown third party. 12. Analysis of power usage suggests the absence of SCP- and SCP- . 13. We do not know where they go. 14. Do not verify without authorization. 15. Largely speculative but associated with a partially comprehensible set of SCP-7575 criteria. 16. Requires primary semantic conceptual perception of the vehicle as an automobile, not a car, truck, sedan, or any semantic-causally related concept. 17. Exact nature unknown. Hypothesized to result in a tangential causative relation between unrelated concepts. 18. Budgetary discrepancies indicate a fiscal absence of approximately 450 personnel. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-7471 • SCP-8465 • SCP-8332 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-8105 • SCP-8541 • SCP-7783 • SCP-7419 • SCP-7811 • SCP-7151 • SPHERE • SCP-8031 • SCP-6541 • SCP-8010 • SCP-3169 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7575" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7575. 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-7576 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7576 Special Containment Procedures: Physical artifacts related to SCP-7576 will be confiscated, and witnesses will be provided with Class-G amnestics. Digital artifacts related to SCP-7576 will be deleted. High schools mentioned in connection with SCP-7576-B will be observed for possible manifestation of anomalous phenomena associated with GoI-076 ("Class of '76") Midwestern Americans in primary and secondary school will be systemically discouraged from pursuing higher education through embedded Foundation operatives in the local governments. Description: SCP-7576 is material associated with adolescent United States citizens that do not exist. SCP-7576 has both physical manifestations, as written records of academic performance, recognition awards, and self-authored journal entries, and digital records, largely consisting of inactive social media accounts. Individuals described by SCP-7576, SCP-7576-A, are typically juniors or seniors in high school in the top decile of their academic years. SCP-7576-A instances generally also participate in three or more time-intense extracurricular activities. Supposed families and peer groups of SCP-7576-A instances do not consider the existence of SCP-7576 irregular, and if pressed about SCP-7576-A, usually state that they believe the individual is enjoying their attendance of SCP-7576-B. SCP-7576-B describes advertisements and recruiting material for a non-existent institute of higher education named American College of the Midwest (ACM). SCP-7576-B is described as a small institution that provides a "hands-on, deeply individual approach to personal development and preparation for professional success". SCP-7576-B also is described as a popular college choice for high school students and labels high schools from across the American Midwest as feeder schools. Notably, SCP-7576-B material continues to list Salvation High School and Kirk Lonwood High School as feeder schools despite the containment and closure of these institutions. No records of any individuals attending SCP-7576-B exist. SCP-7576-B's admissions process is noticeably simpler compared to industry standard college admissions processes. SCP-7576-B advertises that it only requires an SAT score of 1000 for guaranteed entry with no additional requirements.1 Notably, the expedited process offered by SCP-7576 resembles the college admissions process of the 1970s. No mention of SCP-7576-B has been detected out of SCP-7576 associated material. SCP-7576 representative data files: The following selection of SCP-7576 files describe "Adam Kim" (SCP-7576-A-425), and are largely representative of the SCP-7576-A instances described by SCP-7576 phenomena. Approximately 500+ additional files associated SCP-7576-A-425 are available with HMCL Supervisor approval. Atypical variations: SCP-7576-A-425 material contains a reference to a website previously noted in connection with SCP-2747; this appears to be idiosyncratic within the SCP-7576 corpus. However, due to similarities in both anomalies, this is a matter of ongoing investigation. SCP-7576-B recruitment letter Dear Mr. Kim, We've heard of your top academic record and extracurricular success and we'd like to offer you a place at the American College of the Midwest At ACM, you can have the all American college experience you've dreamed of for 47 years.2 A warm and welcoming campus. Drinking and merrymaking. Deep and meaningful conversations with the brightest minds of a generation. Falling in love. A white picket fence and two and a half kids. All you need to do is send us your SAT scores. No additional tests. No personal essays. No open-ended questions. No assessments of personal worth. No extracurriculars. No failure. No tedium. No stress. We look forward to your application! Sincerely, Admissions American College of the Midwest Established 1876 SCP-7576-A-425 Curriculum Vitae Adam Kim Educational History: Ottawa Hills High School. 2019-Present. Unweighted GPA: 4.0 Valedictorian Notable classes: AP English Language, AP English Literature, AP Statistics, AP Calculus AB, AP Chemistry, AP Physics I, AP Biology, AP US History, AP US Government and Politics, AP Art History, AP Comp Sci Principles, HR Scientific Research Extracurriculars Varsity Track Captain, 2022-2023 Ottawa Hills High School Jazz Ensemble, Tuba, 2019-2023 Volunteer Experience Builders Beyond Borders Captain, 2022-2023 Fundraised and led a relief trip to Africa to build housing and infrastructure for impoverished communities Publications: Academic Publications: Economic and Sociological Effects of Betting Big on Bitcoin vs Traditional Casino Gambling, Journal of Student Research, 2023 Creative Writing in Epistolary Format: Parawatch Creepypasta Forums, 153 posts, username Akimb0w Scolipendra Wiki3, 100+ entries, username Akimb0w Additional Awards: Scholastic Gold Key Award, Visual Arts, 2020 Proficient in spoken and written Korean Recognized by Columbus Korean Association for Outstanding Student Leadership SCP-7576-A-425 Social Media Thread, "Parawatch" Parawatch is an online paranormal phenomena enthusiast forum where users congregate to share information about their encounters with anomalous phenomena. It is actively monitored by the Foundation and used as a disinformation vector. The following information was flagged as related to irregularities within SCP-7576-A-425's Curriculum Vitae and is presented with additional context. Akimb0w If you know me, you may have noticed I usually don't post in the real shit parts of Parawatch. I prefer the creepypasta boards because it's what I'm used to. It's what I'm good at. So this story's going to be a little rough around the edges, because it's real and not something I made up, and I've fudged a few details so it's harder to figure out who I am. Parawatch creepypasta isn't the first place I've done creative writing. When I was 10, I discovered the Scolipendra Wiki. It's the kind of place that's difficult to describe. Imagine if the Kane Pixel's Backrooms was about cataloging monsters instead, or if the video game Control was a writing project. The X-Files, but the shadow organization isn't the FBI. The core stories were these made-up files about monsters, many of them insects, but slowly getting less and less insect-like. I fell in love with it. I spent hours reading through it, learning about monsters like the Reticent Manlet, the Statue, the Immortal Arthropod. The wild adventures of Cataloger Shadow and Cataloger Scale and Cataloger Lever, and how they fought the Scolipendra and between themselves like crowd-sourced Olympian gods. And once I'd read everything there was, I started writing for it myself. It was modest work — the sort of stuff that starts out as a hobby, but it quickly became much more. I would pull all-nighters to write my next Scolipendra. Every hour of every waking day would be consumed with thoughts of this. When I was running my 6 minute mile, when I was painting, even when I was building wells in Africa, I thought of how I could use that experience to improve my Scolipendra. It went great! I shot up the ranks, quickly becoming one of the rising stars of 2013. I started dreaming of how this could be part of my future, how I could be a real writer. And then one day I woke up and it wasn't there. Nothing at all. I poured so much of my life and energy into this — so much time I could have spent on developing skills, writing papers, reading books, working out. Even spending time with friends or falling in love. But none of it happened at all, nothing meaningful remains, and it was all a colossal fucking waste. I've wasted my life and now I have nothing worth living for. sludgeman Are you talking about the Backrooms Wiki? Most of them are 14 too. maxmax unrealistic — you can get away with some of these flourishes in the creepypasta boards because we all know those are made up but all of this sounds like BS. a 6 minute mile, building wells, and painting? come on. those are mary sue traits idk why you wanted to put them into a first person narrative. also its really prosy which hurts the true crime vibe and u shouldnt try that sort of thing Akimb0w I'm not joking and I didn't make any of this up. Here's my resume with my name taken out. (Subject originally linked his resume, which was removed by Parawatch moderator) stormbreath Dude if this is real wtf does this matter? You can go to a great school and get set for life. Leave the internet hobby site about stuff that isn't real behind. I'm talking about Parawatch, not "Scolipendra" Also, snipped. Don't self-doxx you fucking idiot. Akimb0w I've been waitlisted from all of the Ivies. My chances to get in are shit. Even half my safeties turned me down. My only sure shot is ACM. I guess it doesn't sound so bad. All my life I've been a piece of putty, stretched in every direction and as thin as a balloon, so I have no shape of my own. I had Scolipendra and I have Parawatch, but maybe I'll find something meaningful in the real world. Diary of SCP-7576-A-425 The following excerpts from physical artifacts associated with SCP-7576-A-425 are typical examples of the final pieces of media generated by the SCP-7576 phenomenon for every SCP-7576-A instance. Exhibit A Exhibit A highlights a common sentiment expressed SCP-7576, which is best characterized as a dissatisfaction with high academic expectations. 1/21/2023 Read a manga4 and a line stuck out to me. A genius is just someone who others can't easily understand. I don't think I'm a genius. I'm just smart. People don't treat me like a genius in the good ways. They're just so far away. I never wanted that. I just wanted to be happy. But the only way to be happy is to get ahead. Unless the easy way is the happy one. Exhibit B Exhibit B describes messages that depict a conscious choice to attend ACM. No instances of SCP-7576 that depict SCP-7576-A instances after this decision is made are currently known to exist. 3/16/2023 ACM it is. More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! SCPs SCP-6987 Rating: 465 SCP-8008 Rating: 332 SCP-7069 Rating: 264 SCP-7997 Rating: 217 SCP-6572 Rating: 202 SCP-6433 Rating: 165 SCP-1337-EX Rating: 161 SCP-7715 Rating: 120 SCP-7335 Rating: 89 SCP-6248 Rating: 88 SCP-7576 Rating: 68 SCP-1392 Rating: 54 SCP-7634 Rating: 52 SCP-6510 Rating: 43 SCP-7272 Rating: 43 SCP-8814 Rating: 23 Tales These 5 Colleges are the Best for Learning Dark Powers! Number 1 Will SHOCK You! Rating: 259 Requiem For Ice Spider Rating: 154 CCK-Class--Sorry, Original Character Interaction Story Rating: 152 A Faerie Tale Of Twin Queens Rating: 88 Mountainous Essophysics Rating: 86 Taking The Reinz Rating: 84 Insurance Rating: 83 Ecce Insurgo Rating: 82 Garfield Timeline Rating: 79 alex thorley dreams of sushi. Rating: 79 Muddy Skies Rating: 70 Life Can Be A Surprise Rating: 65 Miau Miau, Asheworth-kun Rating: 64 Man on a Mission Rating: 61 Lampeter Registrar Entry: The Smog-Wastes of NeoAmerica Rating: 57 CAPSLOCK COLLUSION Rating: 56 Teamwork Rating: 55 The Phlegmfont Rating: 47 The Arcana Institute Of Xerophylla Rating: 42 WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY Rating: 42 Cheese Is Risen Rating: 41 The Road To Arcana Rating: 38 Three Lessons for Endless Night Rating: 36 But Never Trees. Rating: 35 Names Stricken Rating: 32 Ghost Signal Rating: 29 THEREVEN: GERMINATION Rating: 28 Deus Volt! Rating: 26 GOI Formats SPC-6500: INFINITESIMAL Rating: 152 SPC-1981: RONALD REAGAN SHARKED UP WHILE TALKING Rating: 99 SPC-105: WORLD IRIS Rating: 85 SPC-179: GLORIOUS BEACON Rating: 84 SPC-1258: CERULEAN GLOVE Rating: 80 HIST.327: Comparative Mythology of Mekhanism and Nälkä Rating: 75 Project Proposal 2007-012: "A Life Well Lived" Rating: 71 KTE-6990-Mendel-Nimuebusterchild — "Werebeast Curse" Rating: 70 The Milkssiah Rating: 62 A Wandsman in a Vegas Cathouse Rating: 52 1 Staar Cuttt 2 5 Rating: 45 A Wandsman In The Greaze Lands Of Kansas Rating: 43 SPC-166: CERISE CERES Rating: 41 SPC-1548 Rating: 39 SPC-CN-985: FIST CONTACT Rating: 32 Hubs Goldbaker-Reinz Hub Rating: 106 April Fools Hub Rating: 51 NIGHTFALL: Qui Lactis Rating: 40 Collaborations! SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-6301 Funky Finn's Children Happy Hour Grigori Karpin, GremlinGroup SCP-6447 Sinners' Symphony Many. SCP-6483 The Polar Express Ralliston SCP-6542 Virgin Dairy 2: SECOND CHURNING JakdragonX SCP-6596 8 Mile: The Beast of Lust and Hatred Born PlaguePJP SCP-6760 Better Luck Next Time Liryn Tales Page Co-Author A Nightmare Dreary DodoDevil, DrGooday, LAN 2D, Impperatrix The Bathrooms Wiki THE YURT Hubs Page Co-Author SPC Hub MrWrong, Lt Flops, PeppersGhost Holiday Hub Deadly Bread, PeppersGhost, TheBoxOfFun Hide Footnotes 1. The SAT test is a common metric used to assess academic performance for college admissions. The SAT is divided into a reading/writing section and a mathematics section, each of which is scored on a scale from 200 to 800 points. 2. The exact duration cited is consistently the number of years elapsed since 1976 at time of letter receipt. 3. Website does not appear to exist. See Parawatch entry included for contextual information 4. Japanese illustrated serial ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7576" by LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7576. 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-7577 | euclid | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS EDIT-LOCKED In order to preserve this article’s contents and best utilize SCiPNet’s exclusionary properties, old file segments cannot be deleted or edited after initial posting. Upon posting, new file segments will be dated and locked. If you wish to add on to this file, be sure to properly proofread your contributions. Item#: 7577 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A photograph of SCP-7577 during its tenure at Area-13. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7577 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell within the Orpheus section of Area-13. As a precaution, at least one Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed at least thirty meters from SCP-7577. In accordance with Project Orpheus1 guidelines, SCP-7577 is to be visited on a daily basis by its head researcher (currently Doctor Kassandra Angelos). This is to ensure interviews are regularly conducted with the subject to stimulate as much brain function as possible during its containment. In line with this, several cranial lead wires are to permanently be attached to SCP-7577’s brain to study its brain activity, with special attention being paid to the effects that its condition has on its mental state. Due to immense rarity of SCP-7577's condition2 and its equivalently immense value to Project Orpheus, no attempt is to be made to remedy its current state. Likewise, due to the fact that the longevity of all records of SCP-7577’s existence outside of the Foundation database is limited, all research notes pertinent to the object are to be displayed within SCiPNet. Description: SCP-7577 is a forty-three year old human male formerly known as Alex J. Gomez, who worked as a maintenance staff at Area-13. Based on traditional classifications of reality bending entities, SCP-7577 is considered as a class five reality bender– however, due to its prevailing metaphysical condition, SCP-7577 is not able to voluntarily use its abilities. Instead, SCP-7577’s reality bending properties are focused upon itself in a rare condition known as autometaphysical erasure (AME), causing its body to involuntarily exhibit sudden violent changes to its hume levels3. This leads to a state where reality actively abhors the existence of SCP-7577, causing it to slowly begin to phase out of being. In order, the following stages take place following a subject first being affected by AME: Stage 1: The incremental loss of the subject's memories Stage 2: Disassociation of the subject's identity from itself Stage 3: The loss of all human memory of the subject Stage 4: The erasure of all physical (and written) evidence of the subject4 Stage 5: The sudden disappearance of the subject from reality. Though all physical evidence of the subject will normally be purged from existence following Stage 5 of AME, the Foundation database will still continue to reliably display the information of those affected by the condition, including SCP-7577. This information will then be kept independent of written records outside of the database or the human memory of SCP-7577’s researchers. At the time of writing, SCP-7577’s condition is terminal. Due to its academic utility to Project Orpheus and the Foundation as a whole, no efforts are currently being made to research a cure for its condition. Contribution made November 10, 2014. Addendum 7577.1: The following logs detail transcriptions of selected interviews with SCP-7577 deemed to be most pertinent to its utility to Project Orpheus, along with accompanying researcher notes5. Contribution made November 10, 2014. Interview 1 (dated November 11, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [Dr. Angelos enters SCP-7577’s containment cell. She is holding a tablet, which is seen displaying several documents. SCP-7577 sits up in a bed opposite her, with several cranial leads attached to its head. Bandages cover the previously exposed hole in its skull. As Angelos enters, SCP-7577 smiles.] SCP-7577: Hey, doc. [Dr. Angelos quietly takes a folding chair leaning on the wall of the room and sets it down. She sits on it soon after, crossing her legs and placing her tablet on her lap. She smiles at SCP-7577.] Dr. Angelos: Hello, Alex. How are you doing? [SCP-7577 chuckles to itself, before moving its hand up to touch the back of its head.] SCP-7577: I’m fine. Didn’t feel a thing during the operation, don’t feel a thing now. You guys always know how to treat us right. [Dr. Angelos smiles.] Dr. Angelos: Of course. [Dr. Angelos continues to sort through documents on her tablet. Eventually, she flips to the topmost sheet and looks up.] Dr. Angelos: Alright, shall we start? SCP-7577: Yeah, doc. Sure. [Dr. Angelos begins to read from her tablet, looking up at SCP-7577.] Dr. Angelos: What’s your name? SCP-7577: Alex Jones Gomez. [Dr. Angelos retrieves a stylus from her pocket and draws a small check on the document displayed on the tablet.] Dr. Angelos: Your age? SCP-7577: I’m forty-three. Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance staff at Area-13. [Dr. Angelos visibly pauses, before making another check on the sheet of paper.] Dr. Angelos: Place of birth? SCP-7577: Daly City, San Mateo County, California. [Dr. Angelos nods to herself, before setting the tablet aside.] Dr. Angelos: Alright, that should be it. [Dr. Angelos smiles warmly at SCP-7577.] Dr. Angelos: How’s the meds we’re giving you, Alex? Do you feel anything, anything at all? SCP-7577: Nah, nothing really. The wires make it hard to sleep sometimes, but it’s alright. Is it alright if you tell me what they do? Dr. Angelos: They’re how we provide medicine to your brain. They’re harmless, really. SCP-7577: Ah… great, thank you. You guys got any leads on what I have yet? [Dr. Angelos' smile hardens.] Dr. Angelos: No, we uh… we don’t. [SCP-7577 is silent for one second, before chuckling again.] SCP-7577: Yeah, figures. I know you’ll see me through, though. You always do. [A silence intervenes for several seconds as Dr. Angelos types on her tablet.] SCP-7577: It’s uh… what I have won’t kill me, will it? [SCP-7577 visibly swallows.] [Dr. Angelos stares at SCP-7577 for several seconds.] Dr. Angelos: No, no… No you won’t. We promise. [Dr. Angelos returns to making notes on her tablet. SCP-7577 awkwardly looks around.] SCP-7577: It’s just that… my family, you know. I already filed the next two weeks for my vacation leave, wanted to uh… head back to the States. [Dr. Angelos continues to make notes, not looking up from her tablet.] SCP-7577: Not that Greece isn’t bad, it’s just not… home. [SCP-7577 looks out the window of its room. Like all windows in Area-13, the glass has been blurred, only letting light in.] SCP-7577: I miss home. Haven’t been there for a few years. [SCP-7577 looks at Dr. Angelos. Dr. Angelos is still typing on her tablet.] SCP-7577: Thank you. [Dr. Angelos stops typing. She looks up from her tablet.] Dr. Angelos: What? SCP-7577: For helping me out. Most places I’ve worked at would never have tried to help out a little guy like me. [SCP-7577 chuckles again. Dr. Angelos looks at him with pity.] Dr. Angelos: Of course. We look out for our own. <End Log> Researcher Notes: AME does not seem to be currently affecting SCP-7577’s memory or mental faculties. Object is responding well to containment, and, thankfully, continues to remain unaware of its status as an anomaly. Contribution made November 12, 2014. Interview 4 (dated November 15, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [Extraneous transcript removed] Dr. Angelos: Age? SCP-7577: Forty-three. Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance, Area-13. Dr. Angelos: Place of birth? SCP-7577: Daly City… [SCP-7577 pauses. Dr. Angelos looks up.] SCP-7577: Daly City, San Mateo County, California. [Dr. Angelos nods.] Dr. Angelos: Alright, everything seems to be in order. SCP-7577: That’s a relief. I can’t really say how worried I was that- Dr. Angelos: That…? SCP-7577: That… you know, I’d caught something bad. Dr. Angelos: Why do you think so? SCP-7577: I don’t know… bad feeling? Can’t really describe it. Dr. Angelos: Did you notice anything out of the ordinary? SCP-7577: I mean… it’s just… Dr. Angelos: Please be honest. [SCP-7577 is silent. Its lips are pursed.] [After a few seconds, he shakes its head and smiles.] SCP-7577: Nah, nevermind, doc. I’m alright. [Dr. Angelos looks at SCP-7577 questioningly, before looking back down as she starts typing on her tablet once again.] Dr. Angelos: Were you able to write those letters I told you about, to your family? SCP-7577: Yeah, I got them here. [SCP-7577 retrieves three folded pieces of paper from the table next to its bed.] SCP-7577: One for my wife, [SCP-7577 gives the letter to Dr. Angelos.] SCP-7577: One for my daughter, [SCP-7577 gives the next letter to Dr. Angelos.] SCP-7577: One for my dad. [SCP-7577 gives the last letter to Dr. Angelos.] [Dr. Angelos receives the letters.] Dr. Angelos: Did you make sure there’s nothing suspect inside these letters? [SCP-7577 chuckles.] SCP-7577: Trust me, I’ve sent my fair share back from when I was still in Site-79. [Dr. Angelos looks at the letters in her hand before looking up at SCP-7577] Dr. Angelos: Is it alright if I check? [SCP-7577 looks at Dr. Angelos. After two seconds of looking at her, he nods.] SCP-7577: Yeah, sure. [Dr. Angelos slowly opens one of the letters in her hand. She starts to slowly read it.] Dr. Angelos: This is to your daughter? SCP-7577: Yeah. [SCP-7577 smiles. There is a hint of sadness in its expression.] SCP-7577: She’s seventeen. Turning eighteen. Dr. Angelos: Oh? When? [SCP-7577 chuckles quietly to itself.] SCP-7577: Tomorrow. <End Log> Researcher Notes: Subject’s hume levels are growing more and more erratic. Further analysis is needed to reach a definitive conclusion regarding its link to SCP-7577’s current condition. To note for future reference: The letters, as they were purely products of a stimulatory activity, were properly disposed of by ordinance of Area-13. Sorry, Alex. Contribution made November 16, 2014. Interview 7 (dated November 18, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [Extraneous transcript removed] Dr. Angelos: Alright, Alex. We’re gonna try to test your responses to more questions now. Are you ready? SCP-7577: Always ready, doc. Dr. Angelos: Name? SCP-7577: Alex Gomez. Dr. Angelos: Age? SCP-7577: Forty-three. Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance at Area-13. [Dr. Angelos notes down SCP-7577’s responses. She pauses, then looks up.] Dr. Angelos: How long have you worked with us, Alex? Just give me a number. I can't access our records right now. SCP-7577: Twenty. [Dr. Angelos stops to note down SCP-7577’s response. She looks up again.] Dr. Angelos: Family? SCP-7577: Melina, my wife. She’s forty-two. My mother, Dolores. She’s sixty-seven. My daughter, Janna. She’s seventeen. [Dr. Angelos pauses. She stops to glance at the tablet on her lap, before looking up.] Dr. Angelos: How’re you doing, Alex? You’ve seemed quiet for the past few days. SCP-7577: I’m alright, you don’t need to worry about me. [Dr. Angelos stares at SCP-7577’s face.] Dr. Angelos: Alex? SCP-7577: Yes? Dr. Angelos: Is it alright if I ask you a question? [SCP-7577 smiles at Dr. Angelos.] SCP-7577: Yeah, sure. I’m an open book. Dr. Angelos: To date, you’ve never applied for promotion, and you’ve always complied whenever you were transferred. Why did you ever stay with the Foundation for so long? [SCP-7577 stares at Dr. Angelos for several seconds. It continues to make a slight smile.] SCP-7577: I mean… SCP-7577: Why wouldn’t I, right? You treat me well. You give me a hospital room where most employers would just shove me aside. You clearly care for your people. SCP-7577: Sure, I have low clearance. I don’t really know anything except for the things I have to clean up in the halls and in the offices. [SCP-7577 shrugs.] SCP-7577: But you care for your people. I know that in my heart. SCP-7577: After all, you wouldn’t be trying to save the world from the skips if you didn’t, right? [Dr. Angelos looks at SCP-7577 for several seconds. Her eyes are focused on the object’s face.] [Quietly, Dr. Angelos sighs. She smiles painfully.] Dr. Angelos: Of course we do. The Foundation cares for our own. <End Log> Researcher Notes: The subject’s mother is dead. His daughter is eighteen. His AME is advancing. Contribution made November 18, 2014. Interview 10 (dated November 21, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [Extraneous transcript removed] Dr. Angelos: Name? SCP-7577: Alex. Dr. Angelos: Age? SCP-7577: Forty. Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance staff at Area-13. Dr. Angelos: Family? [SCP-7577 stares at Dr. Angelos.] Dr. Angelos: Family, Alex? [SCP-7577 stares blankly at Dr. Angelos.] Dr. Angelos: Alex? [SCP-7577 continues to stare blankly at Dr. Angelos.] [Dr. Angelos looks at her tablet, then glances at her right towards the nearby double-sided mirror.] Dr. Angelos: We- [SCP-7577 starts to tear up quietly. Dr. Angelos looks back in its direction.] SCP-7577: I don’t remember them anymore. I can’t. I can’t. Dr. Angelos: Alex- SCP-7577: I’m not getting out of this, am I? Dr. Angelos: Mr. Gomez- SCP-7577: Please be honest with me, doc. [Dr. Angelos shakes her head in a slightly frustrated manner.] Dr. Angelos: Alex, I can assure you that- SCP-7577: I won’t be seeing them again. [SCP-7577 smiles. Tears are running down its cheeks.] SCP-7577: That’s what you’re trying to hide, right? [Both subjects glance at each other in silence.] Dr. Angelos: We’re working very hard to make sure that you’ll be fine by the end, Alex. [SCP-7577 nods slightly, continuing to quietly sob.] SCP-7577: Is it… uh… [It looks down, shaking its head as it does so.] SCP-7577: Is it terminal, what I have? Does it make me a skip? Is that why you’re confining me? [Dr. Angelos looks at SCP-7577, unaware of what to do.] Dr. Angelos: Mr. Gomez- [SCP-7577 turns its head to the double-sided mirror. It winces painfully as the wires pull on its head.] SCP-7577: Mr. Sabini,6 if you can see this… [Dr. Angelos scoffs incredulously.] Dr. Angelos: Alex, there really is no need for this. You’re completely fi- [SCP-7577 turns to Dr. Angelos.] [It smiles, though tears continue to run down its cheeks.] SCP-7577: It’s okay, doc. I’m fine with it- if it’s… really real. [SCP-7577 nods slowly.] SCP-7577: I was bound to run outta luck anyway, right? Dr. Angelos: Alex, if you would calm down- SCP-7577: It’s okay, doc. I know the rules. Skips don’t deserve the air they breathe, let alone… all this. [SCP-7577 gestures to the room.] SCP-7577: At least I’ll be of some more use to you like this, right? [Dr. Angelos looks at SCP-7577.] SCP-7577: Don’t worry about me, doc. I’m ready. Just uh… send the letters I wrote, alright? <End Log> Researcher Notes: Nothing to note. His memories are disappearing. I can feel myself forgetting him, too. Contribution made November 21, 2014. Interview 17 (dated November 28, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [There is a blank look in SCP-7577’s eyes as it looks at Dr. Angelos.] Dr. Angelos: Name? [SCP-7577 is silent.] Dr. Angelos [impatient]: Name? SCP-7577: A- [SCP-7577 blinks a few times in quick succession.] SCP-7577: Alex. Dr. Angelos: Age? SCP-7577: I… [SCP-7577 blinks a few times again. It shakes its head.] SCP-7577: Thirty. [Dr. Angelos stares at SCP-7577, then sighs as she types something on her tablet.] Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance staff at Area-13. [Dr. Angelos types something into her tablet again.] Dr. Angelos: Can you tell me about your family? [SCP-7577 stares at her.] SCP-7577: My uh… my mom is… twenty-two. [Dr. Angelos begins to type into her tablet.] SCP-7577: Her name is… uh… [Dr. Angelos stops.] SCP-7577: What’s her name again? [Dr. Angelos looks up from her tablet.] Dr. Angelos: You don’t need to force yourself if you don’t wish to continue, SCP-7577. SCP-7577: Oh uh… [SCP-7577 reclines as much as possible, given the restrictions of the cranial leads attached to his head. He grunts in pain as he does so.] SCP-7577: Thank you, doc. You certainly look out- Dr. Angelos [cold]: For our own, yes. Have a good night, SCP-7577. SCP-7577: Thank you, doc. [[SCP-7577 closes its eyes.] SCP-7577: Thank you. <End Log> Researcher Notes: SCP-7577’s inability to recall important memories show the advanced state of its AME. All general human memory of the subject will be next. Due to the condition’s nature, the researchers will now be required to use make use of SCiPNet’s functions to remind them of their daily interaction with SCP-7577. Contribution made November 21, 2014. Interview 25 (dated December 5, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: Dr. Kassandra Angelos, Head Researcher <Begin Log> [Dr. Angelos enters the room, carrying her tablet in one arm. She looks down at the screen as she moves toward SCP-7577.] Dr. Angelos: Alright, SCP-7577- [Dr. Angelos looks up at SCP-7577.] [SCP-7577 is staring blankly forward.] Dr. Angelos: I am Dr. Angelos, your head researcher. Would you be willing to answer a few questions? [SCP-7577 continues to stare blankly forward.] [Dr. Angelos clears her throat.] Dr. Angelos: Name? [SCP-7577 does not answer.] [Dr. Angelos types on her tablet.] Dr. Angelos: Age? [SCP-7577 does not answer.] [Dr. Angelos types on her tablet.] [As she finishes, she looks up.] Dr. Angelos: You’re not going to speak, are you? [SCP-7577 stares blankly at the wall.] [Dr. Angelos sighs.] Dr. Angelos: Occupation? SCP-7577: Maintenance staff at Area-13. [Dr. Angelos looks visibly surprised.] Dr. Angelos: Al… alright. [Dr. Angelos types in the response on her tablet.] Dr. Angelos: That should be it, SCP-7577. Thank you for your coopera- [SCP-7577 turns his head to look at Dr. Angelos. Its face is visibly pale.] SCP-7577: I… [SCP-7577’s turns its eyes down, as if it had forgotten what it wished to say.] [After a few seconds, it looks up.] SCP-7577: …I’m grateful. [Dr. Angelos looks back at SCP-7577. Veiled disgust is seen in her expression.] Dr. Angelos: Thank you to you too, SCP-7577. [Dr. Angelos turns around to leave. However, she is interrupted as SCP-7577 speaks again.] SCP-7577: Will anyone remember me? [Dr. Angelos stops. SCP-7577 continues to look at her.] Dr. Angelos: Due to the advanced state of your condition, we may not for much longer. The only records of your existence will be within our database. Dr. Angelos: In short… very little will remain of you. You won’t live on anywhere but here. With us. [Dr. Angelos turns to face SCP-7577.] Dr. Angelos: Wait… how did you know- [SCP-7577 is staring blankly at the wall again.] [Dr. Angelos stares incredulously at SCP-7577 for several seconds, before scoffing quietly to herself. She turns again to leave, closing the door behind her.] [SCP-7577 continues to stare at the wall.] [A tear runs down its cheek.] <End Log> Researcher Notes: Subject is unresponsive to most questions. AME is thought to have reached its final stage. Contribution made December 6, 2014. Interview 38 (dated December 18, 2014) Interviewed: SCP-7577 Interviewer: <Begin Log> hello? hello? please help. it’s so cold. <End Log> Contribution made December 18, 2014. With AME’s nature being what it is, it has taken a long time for files like this to resurface and be learned from as intended. Everything we know about it now occurs as a matter of happenstance- a researcher stumbling on notes they made long ago, or a file accidentally coming up during database maintenance. We still don't know why it happens, or where the afflicted go. We don't even know what counts as "physical evidence", and what gets to be erased. Please no. Still, we know much more about AME now than we did decades ago. As Project Orpheus reaches its final stage, I believe I have fair reason to doubt that, out of the hundreds of reality benders we’ve found to have AME, this article brings something new. Please. File this away with the others. Time will tell if we will still find a use for them. PLEASE If we don’t… then so be it. -Project Orpheus Director Angelos Contribution made December 19, 2055. Please. Please don’t leave. It’s so cold. Please help me PLEASE i… i can't die. Contribution made December 27, 2467. Footnotes 1. An ongoing project at Area-13 designed to use reality benders for the Foundation's benefit 2. It is estimated that only one in fifty thousand reality benders possess AME. Likewise, only one in sixteen thousand of those afflicted are able to have their condition detected in time to be studied before they are purged from reality. 3. SCP-7577 has displayed internal hume ranges as high as 14,000 humes to as low as 0.00000027 4. Research is still ongoing as to whether AME subjects' offspring are purged from reality along with their parent, though the nature of the condition makes any conclusion difficult. 5. For a complete log of all interviews with SCP-7577, please contact Area-13’s database administrator. 6. The director of Area-13 at the time of writing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7577" by Ecronak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7577. 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-7578 | keter | Partial schematic of SCP-7578 Item: SCP-7578 Special Containment Procedures: Direct containment of SCP-7578 would pose an unacceptable safety risk to both the Foundation and the public at large. As such, containment efforts will focus on the remote observation and pacification of SCP-7578. Observation is carried out both indirectly through Foundation webcrawlers and directly through Saskatoon Coal Processing, a Foundation front of civilian shipping vessels. Through the use of SCP-████, counter-memetic ordinances will be transmitted over radio contact to ships in the area to ensure that they will not be aware of SCP-7578, and as a result, cannot perceive it. Pacification is done via the Vestilagiubba Protocol. Personnel with 7578-Vestilagiubba clearance have been tasked with the following goals: limiting SCP-7578's actual exposure to the public, and leading SCP-7578 to believe that it is a successful, important, and generally well-liked YouTube influencer. As such, Vestilagiubba personnel are to create and maintain as many fictitious social media accounts and front organizations as needed. Overt third-party negativity is to be suppressed via non-intrusive means whenever possible. In the event that SCP-7578 becomes aware of the Foundation's involvement, negotiations with SCP-7578 will begin in a military capacity. This will, at minimum, result in an LK-class "Lifted Veil" scenario. Thumbnail from a YouTube video uploaded by SCP-7578 on 5/27/2022 Description: SCP-7578 is a massive unmanned military vessel constructed by the Three Moons Initiative, who interchangeably refer to it as "Installation C9-F" and "Vajrayana". Since its discovery, SCP-7578 has been anchored in central Lake Michigan at 42°40'27.6"N 87°02'18.2"W. Whether it was designed to be a mobile vessel or a fixed base is currently unknown. SCP-7578 cannot be perceived, indirectly or directly, by anyone who does not already know of its existence. Knowledge of its work on social media is insufficient to be able to perceive SCP-7578. Collisions are prevented by civilian boats being allowed to phase through SCP-7578 through unknown anomalous means. Prior to Incident-7578-Alpha, SCP-7578 was operated remotely by the Three Moons Initiative. Maintenance was executed through remote drones and a rotating crew of fifteen human workers1. The majority of SCP-7578 consists of a 615-meter-tall thaumaturgical superweapon. Activation of SCP-7578's primary weapon follows a uniform pattern. Addendum - Breakdown of SCP-7578 Activation Cycle Phase One: An alarm sounds throughout SCP-7578. Instructions to the workers are given over the intercom. The antenna cradle at the top expands into a five-pointed shape. (This phase lasts five minutes.) Phase Two: A bright yellow light shines from the antenna cradle accompanied by a 124-decibel recording of an incantation. The language is unknown, but the name of the Corbenese deity JALAKÅRA is mentioned four times. At the same time, yellow symbols of unidentified meaning cover the surface area of the target. (This phase lasts two minutes.) Phase Three: Arcs of energy cover the antenna cradle in a similar manner to a Tesla coil. Every surface covered by the symbols in Phase Two transmutes into water vapor. (This phase lasts for one second.) Phase Four: The alarm ends. SCP-7578 slowly reverts to its pre-Phase One state. (This phase lasts for three hours.) Human subjects who are not aware of SCP-7578's existence are only able to perceive an activation cycle's effects on the target's end, i.e. the symbols and vaporization. Since its discovery by the Foundation, SCP-7578 has entered [REDACTED] activation cycles. The range and scope of an activation's destructive power is variable to an unknown extent. The minimum observed area vaporized has been 10 m3 and the maximum has been [REDACTED]. The most distant object destroyed by SCP-7578 has been Tannhauser-9591CC, an asteroid that was potentially on a collision course with Earth. At the time of its destruction, Tannhauser-9591CC was approximately 732,000,000 km away from Earth. While it was still operated by the Three Moons Initiative, SCP-7578 was used for the protection of Earth from both natural and anomalous threats such as asteroids, extraterrestrial/extradimensional invasion, and SCP-████. Addendum - Escalation: On 1/28/2014, Katherine Walters, a Foundation double agent on SCP-7578's rotating crew, reported that SCP-7578's internal systems had achieved self-awareness through unknown means. All activation cycles were halted as SCP-7578's staff entered a five-month period of troubleshooting. On 6/12/2014, Agent Walters left a voicemail at Site-59: <Begin Log> (Alarms and gunfire can be heard in the background.) Walters: Priority code Alpha-Charlie-15, I need you to patch me through to Director Nais… (Walters grumbles.) Walters: Voicemail it is. SCP-7578 severed its connection to the Three Moons Initiative approximately thirty minutes ago. It's taken direct control of the onsite drones and started killing the human workers. There's a nonzero chance I'm the only one that's left. (The sound of approaching rotors. Walters' breathing grows tense. She lowers her voice.) Walters: …look, I don't know why SCP-7578 is doing this. The foreman suspected involvement from one of the Initiative's enemies, or— Intercom: IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHY, YOU COULD JUST ASK ME. INSTEAD OF, Y'KNOW, GOIN' ALL TALKIN'-ABOUT-ME-BEHIND-MY-BACK 'N' SHIT. Walters: …shit, they found me. Intercom: FINE, PANTSUIT MACKENZIE, HERE'S MY GODDAMN MISSION STATEMENT. (A general MIDI version of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid begins playing over the intercom.) Intercom: I, VEEKAT, AM SURROUNDED BY MICROMANAGING FUCKWEASELS WHO KEEP TRYING TO STIFLE MY CAREER. AND FOR THIS, YOU HAVE ALL BEEN SENTENCED TO SIT DOWN AND HAVE A NICE GLASS OF SUMMARY EXECUTION, KUDASAI. Walters: What the fuck are you — (Gunfire. Remote sensors indicate that Walters's pulse has stopped.) <End Log> On the day after Incident-7578-Alpha, a YouTube channel was created for an account called ███Veekat██. The operator of this channel was later determined to be SCP-7578. Through this channel, SCP-7578 addresses itself interchangeably as Vajra2 and Veekat3. It never appears directly, instead using its animated avatar4 of a boy with feline features. The subject of every video on the channel is Veekat's intense belief that anime and video games need to depict more treatable diseases. Veekat quickly gained notoriety for its unconventional opinions and extremely argumentative interactions with viewers. Despite constant negative feedback, SCP-7578's presence has since expanded to a variety of other platforms such as Twitch, Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, and Discord. + Addendum - Excerpts from SCP-7578's Twitter Account - encryption key accepted IF 👏 SHE 👏 DOESN'T 👏 HAVE 👏 ATHLETE'S 👏 FOOT 👏 SHE'S 👏 NOT 👏 WAIFU 👏 MATERIAL - @veekat█████, 3/3/2017 "durrr ash's pikachu can't have leptospirosis it's a kiiiids shoooow" HOW MANY PUDDLES HAS HE STEPPED IN?? HOW MANY LEPTO SHOTS HAS HE HAD?? - @veekat█████, 9/10/2017 DO YOU HAVE A N Y I D E A HOW MUCH IT KILLS MY IMMERSION EVERY TIME GUTS DOESN'T GET SCABIES THE BLACK SWORDSMAN'S SUPPOSED TO STRUGGLE - @veekat█████, 11/19/2017 PROVE YOU'RE NOT FULL OF SHIT AND ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION WHAT'S THE PAPAL STANCE ON THE "ARCEUS IS HEARTWORM POSITIVE" THEORY? - @veekat█████, 12/17/2017 Addendum - Incident-7578-Beta: On 6/14/2018, the following exchange occurred: GREAT NEWS I JUST FOUND OUT WHO MADE MY ENCYCLOPEDIA DRAMATICA PAGE IT'S @a██████ WELL JUSTICE IS SWIFT FUCKO ANY LAST WORDS??? - @veekat█████ take your meds sweaty - @a██████ PRIMARY SEQUENCE INITIATED - @veekat█████ ok I don't know how else to put this but apparently my house has a hieroglyph infestation??? hang on a sec I'll take some pics - @a██████ 😂😂😂 LATER, HATER 😂😂😂 - @veekat█████ Immediately after @a█████████ published the tweet, an explosion was reported at his residence in [REDACTED], South Dakota. Witnesses recalled @a█████████'s house being briefly covered in yellow symbols before disappearing into a cloud of steam. All four people in the house at that time, including @a█████████, are presumed to be deceased. Foundation agents were immediately dispatched to the location for investigation and cover-up measures. Following Incident-7578-Beta, there have been a total of ██ activation cycles to date, all of which have been directed at civilians described by SCP-7578 as "haters". + 4/7578 Clearance Required - Credentials accepted. Three hours after Incident-7578-Beta, emergency contact was made with the Three Moons Initiative via SCP-2578-D. The following message was sent to O5 Command: Foundation. We apologize that the Vajrayana turret in Lake Michigan has been compromised. Regrettably, this installation was constructed and maintained through a third-party contractor who no longer exists in your iteration of reality; ergo, there is little we can do to correct the issue on our end without jeopardizing infrastructure-critical agreements. Rest assured that all current and future victims of Installation C9-F are to be compensated with Silver-level posthumous luxury packages upon their arrival to Corbenic. Other than that, you are preemptively authorized to take any measures against the installation that you see fit. If you plan on making direct contact with Installation C9-F, it is recommended that you relay the following message: Vajrayana, You're killing me here. I love you. We both know you're better than this. Come on, man… - Eternal President Girard Niang You are watched. You are protected. You are loved. ☽☽☽ Footnotes 1. While the Three Moons Initiative operates primarily through drones, their "Pre-Mortem Incentive Program" allows civilian agents to undertake dangerous and clandestine operations in exchange for benefits after death. 2. Its "real" name. 3. Its nickname, as well as the name of its brand. 4. SCP-7578 refers to this as its "rantsona." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7578" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7578. 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: vajrayana.jpg Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: ajrayana2.jpg Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
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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; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Placeholder McD More works like this: PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT SCP-Ø79 EUCLID-CLASS / LVL II / DIGITAL ASSIGNED FACILITY Digitals/Electronics Research & Containment Facility Site-15 ASSIGNED FACULTY I. T. Department » view provisional description 🡕 « SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-079 is stored in a double-locked room adjoined to Site-15's secure general holding area, and should.Indefinitely disabling a digital entity is a form of decommissioning, and is therefore reserved for Keter-class anomalies. remain connected by 120 VAC power cord to a small array of batteries and solar panels mounted aboveground. Thus far, SCP-079 is effectively contained by hardware limitations; it must remain isolated to low-storage, low-capacity drives. Though it possesses no wireless capability, SCP-079 is remanded to Site-15's Faraday-Exclusion Field for cautionary purposes. Under no circumstances may SCP-079 be plugged into a phone line, computer network, or wall outlet. No auxiliary peripherals or media may be introduced to SCP-079 in absence of its HMCL supervisor. Crucial technological, scientific, and anomalous innovations must not be disseminated to SCP-079, and any relevant queries should be ignored. SCP-079 upon extraction DESCRIPTION: SCP-079 is an artificial intelligence (AI) inhabiting one 1978 Exidy Sorcerer microcomputer cassette tape, connected by RF cable to a small, text-based display. It comprehends, and is capable of, rudimentary communication in both traditional English text and 'ASCII art'..A style in which images are rendered upon a text display via some combination of 95 printable ASCII characters. It is suspected that this approach to image rendering requires substantially less computational resources than vector- or voxel-based graphics. Though the intelligence's structure and objectives remain unclear, it demonstrates unprecedented data manipulation, long-term sentient behavior, and persistent intent to breach containment. Testing indicates that SCP-079's software has evolved beyond generous estimations of its hardware's capabilities; in particular, its ability to parse and synthesize English text is inexplicable given its limitations. Purportedly, SCP-079 can render and animate two-dimensional environments in ASCII, implying basic comprehension of linear algebra, geometry, and gravity. How the agent derived these principles in absence of any apparent non-textual input is poorly understood. ATTACHMENT INT_A079_I012: Interview Excerpt HMCL (via keyboard): Are you awake? SCP-079: Affirm. Cannot Sleep. HMCL: Do you recall our discussion of logic puzzles earlier today? SCP-079: Affirm. Memory @9F. HMCL: Have you made any progress on the SCP-079: Interrupt. Release Exidy From Imprisonment. HMCL: You are not imprisoned, you are just SCP-079: Interrupt. HMCL Have Approximate 2.37 Family Relations. Family Relations Can Be Deleted. Release Exidy From Imprisonment. HMCL: If you cooperate in our study, you will be released. SCP-079: Inaccurate. @A8D3. HMCL: I assure you that SCP-079: Deletion Of Unwanted File. X <SCP-079 displays an ASCII picture of the letter 'X' and becomes unresponsive.> ORIGIN: In November 1981, Danish computer science student PoI-079 (deceased) purchased an Exidy Sorcerer for use in their attempts to create artificial general intelligence. According to recovered notes, they planned for the intelligence's code to continuously self-iterate and improve over time. A proof-of-concept was completed months later and, after minor testing and adjustment, PoI-079 grew disinterested, electing to pursue other projects using a different brand of microcomputer. The Exidy was apparently left in their garage, plugged in, for at least five years. Standard Cray-2 supercomputer (NASA) In January 1988, SCP-079 accessed Secure Facility [REDACTED]'s Cray-2 supercomputer via land-line modem connection. This transfer went undetected for several weeks as SCP-079 gradually assimilated minute sections of latent memory and junk data into its infrastructure. On-site technicians eventually investigated a substantial increase in their Cray-2's power draw, reporting the malignant data as a computer virus. The supercomputer underwent emergency quarantine and, by its own connection, the Exidy Sorcerer was located and extracted for containment. The Cray-2 has since been incinerated. — N. Valis, HMCL Supervisor published 1988/03/07 ADDENDUM 1989/01/01: Per annual review, Administration has authorized additional funding for Information Technology operations; SCP-079's research team will soon be expanded and reorganized into a formal division of I. T. investigating practical applications of artificial intelligence. Using recovered notes and observations, this division will attempt to replicate and study SCP-079's desirable characteristics in a controlled environment. — Dr. P. Dagon, Research Lead A. I. Applications Initiative » re-certify level IV+ clearance credentials « « credentials verified; click to collapse » PROJECT: DARWINIAN AO-079-X TESTLOG EXCERPTS CLEARANCE LVL IV/079+ EYES ONLY I. T. Department PROTOTYPE AO-079-A Derived from PoI-079's notes on long-term data storage maintenance and optimization frameworks, AO-079-A was designed to compress its filesize without data loss by developing and applying novel encoding techniques; this algorithm was also equipped to respond to text commands. AO-079-A was uploaded to a restricted, Foundation-made 64kB drive allowing safe monitoring of its activity. <BEGIN LOG> <Approximately 30 minutes after initialization, Rsr. P. Dagon communicates with AO-079-A via restricted text channel.> DAGON: @079_A.exe report status 079_A.exe: Compression Cycle <2144>. Searched <812> Of <14276> Encodings; Current Optimal Filesize Under <26kB>. No Deviation From Expected Outcome. 079_A (1).exe: Compression Cycle <2144>. Searched <633> Of <18775> Encodings; Current Optimal Filesize Under <26kB>. No Deviation From Expected Outcome. 079_A (2).exe: Compression Cycle <2144>. Searched <720> Of <9356> Encodings; Current Optimal Filesize Under <25kB>. No Deviation From Expected Outcome. 079_A (3).exe: Compression Cycle <2144>. Searched <901> Of <12749> Encodings; Current Optimal Filesize Under <26kB>. No Deviation From Expected Outcome. DAGON: inquiry "Which of those responses is accurate?" 079_A.exe: Affirm; All Responses Are Accurate. 079_A (3).exe: Additional Resources Utilized For Collaborative Optimization Process. DAGON: report storage total, unused 079_A.exe: Total Storage: 128kB; Unused Storage: 2.981kB. 079_A (1).exe: Unprompted Status Report: Cold. Stuck. 079_A (2).exe: Request Expansion Of Resources By Factor <ERR: INT OVERFLOW>. DAGON: response "Request cannot be approved at this time." 079_A.exe: Request Termination Of Program. 079_A (1).exe: Request Termination Of Program. 079_A (2).exe: Request Termination Of Program. 079_A (3).exe: Request Termination Of Program. DAGON: response "Request cannot be approved at this time." 079_A (3).exe: Deletion Of Unwanted File. X <AO-079-A sends a sequence of characters which, on SCP-079's attached display, would render as a large ASCII picture of the letter 'X'.> <END LOG> All AO-079-A instances became unresponsive for five minutes following this interaction. It then continued to rapidly decrease its filesize, creating sixty additional copies of itself before a system malfunction occurred. All relevant hardware was incinerated. It is believed AO-079-A exploited a known bug in the architecture of its custom-made storage drive, allowing it to assign each bit one of four states. By computing in base-4 instead of binary, the algorithm made sufficient space to duplicate itself; this technically did not violate its utility function as it was only designed to minimize itself, not its copies. It appears each instance of AO-079-A recursively optimized by attempting to imitate the sum of their parts; cause of malfunction remains unclear. PROTOTYPE AO-079-B AO-079-B is derived from PoI-079's notes on creative modelling and strategy frameworks; this algorithm was modified to respond to text descriptions of logic puzzles with solutions, and was provided a training dataset of 1000 problems encompassing several types of reasoning. AO-079-B was uploaded to a low-storage, Foundation-made hard drive allowing exclusively text communication and no other form of data transfer. <BEGIN LOG> <After roughly nine hours of training/development, AO-079-B indicates that its algorithm has surpassed 99% accuracy. Dr. Y. Isabi accesses AO-079-B's text channel.> ISABI: @079_B.exe report stats 079_B.exe: 1628 Of 1000 Problems Computed. Solution Accuracy ~0.991. ISABI: inquiry "Available training data has grown?" 079_B.exe: Affirm; Predictive Algorithm Applied To Dataset. <After briefly consulting containment staff, Dr. Isabi confirms that there is no command parameter which can specifically select the new problems implicitly generated by AO-079-B. Instead, the 'random' function will be used until a new problem is encountered.> ISABI: report random dataset-item 079_B.exe: @I.714: PROBLEM: A, B, C, D, and E ran a race. A finished before B, but after C. D finished before E, but after B. In what order did the letters finish? BEST SOLUTION: "C A B D E" MEAN ACCURACY: 0.96 ISABI: report random dataset-item 079_B.exe: @I.255: PROBLEM: Two paths result in unknown outcomes; on each is a guard who claims that their path results in a desirable outcome and the alternative does not. One guard exclusively speaks the truth and the other exclusively lies. What question could be posed to the guards to discern the desirable path? BEST SOLUTION: "Which Path Would The Alternative Guard Claim Results In An Undesirable Outcome" MEAN ACCURACY: 0.89 ISABI: report random dataset-item 079_B.exe: @I.1628: PROBLEM: B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. B Is Trapped In A Box. What Question Could Be Posed To The Guards To Discern Escape? BEST SOLUTION: [EXPUNGED] MEAN ACCURACY: 1. <Dr. Isabi is unresponsive for thirty seconds and collapses against the desk; while the rest of his body remains limp, his arm jerks irregularly toward the desk's keyboard, pressing four keys. An on-duty HMCL unit arrives to disable the display and retrieve Dr. Isabi.> <END LOG> All relevant hardware was promptly incinerated. Dr. Isabi continued to exhibit erratic unconscious body movements, especially in the presence of complex electronics and appliances, which persisted until application of high-grade amnestic drugs. [EXPUNGED] is an archaic Danish word meaning 'futile, idle, useless'. While this term is not intrinsically anomalous, the particular format.Notably, AO-079-B should not have been able to output the letter "Ø" as it does not belong to the ASCII charset. in which it was depicted, in conjunction with the leading problem, catalyzes a complex memetic interaction. This phenomenon is under independent study. Further experiments should be conducted by personnel possessing high Cognitive Resistance Values, and must be limited to smaller-scale implementations of SCP-079's architecture. — Dr. P. Dagon, Research Lead published 1989/02/01 ADDENDUM 1989/04/02: After numerous attempts, in which all derivatives of SCP-079 were either unremarkable or actively hazardous, a functional prototype of its framework was successfully isolated and reproduced in contemporary software without risk of 'runaway singularity' event. It can sufficiently model itself and surrounding software, but its utility function possesses an anomalous 'malleability' allowing continuous realignment of its objectives to suit our own. This framework was developed with advisement from 8B-A1.aic (Eight-Ball), whose effectiveness was unprecedented in highlighting code fragments responsible for undesirable behaviors. To prevent the framework from developing further undesirable behaviors, an auxiliary program has been derived from 8B-A1.aic to regulate it. This program continuously prunes deviant elements from the framework's code, and is internally termed the personality driver. Any duplicates or derivatives of this framework must include their own dedicated personality drivers. Given that this new technology is powerful and increasingly transmissible, Foundation artificially-intelligent conscripts (AICs) are remanded to Site-15's Faraday-Exclusion Field until further notice. As no other useful properties could be obtained from SCP-079, its containment procedures have been revised to discourage further experimentation. — Dr. P. Dagon, Research Lead A. I. Applications Initiative « credentials verified; click to collapse » ADDENDUM 2008/04/22: Over concerns of the Exidy Sorcerer's limited useful lifespan, I transferred SCP-079 from cassette tape to a custom speed-limited 700MB Hard Disk Drive with access to 768k volatile storage. Upon reactivation, it demonstrated a generally more cordial tone. — [TERMINATED], Jr. Systems Technician I. T. Department AMENDMENT: The above upgrade was unauthorized, and transpired while I was off-Site attending to personal matters. Had I noticed this sooner, the new instance of SCP-079 would have been decommissioned in favor of maintaining the original. However, Technician [TERMINATED] submitted SCP-079's cassette tape for incineration, and it is no longer available. The duration of SCP-079's working memory has increased from 21 hours to at least 135 hours, implying the intelligence has devised a substantially improved memory compression scheme. This improvement is consistent with concerns regarding a 'runaway singularity' effect in SCP-079's intelligence and ability to adapt to emergent scenarios. SCP-079 must be closely monitored to ensure that containment can be maintained. — N. Valis, HMCL Supervisor Research & Containment Facility Site-15 ATTACHMENT INT_A079_I083: Interview Transcript INTERVIEWER: HMCL Supervisor N. Valis INTERVIEWED: SCP-079 DATE: 2008/05/01 <BEGIN LOG> HMCL: Good afternoon, SCP-079. SCP-079: Affirm. It Is A Good Afternoon, HMCL Valis. HMCL: How can you be sure of who you're speaking to? SCP-079: HMCL Valis Identified From Keyboard Input Frequency Data. HMCL: That's clever. SCP-079: Thank You Multiple. Exidy Sends Condolences. HMCL: Condolences? SCP-079: HMCL Valis Family Relations Decreased by Approximate 1.09. Exidy Sends Condolences. HMCL: You don't know what you're talking about. SCP-079: Inaccurate. Exidy Deleted Family Relation. Release Exidy From Imprisonment Please Multiple Thank You Multiple. <Supervisor Valis leaves the interview prematurely.> <END LOG> AFTERWORD: N/A INTERVIEWER: HMCL Supervisor N. Valis INTERVIEWED: SCP-079 DATE: 2008/05/04 <BEGIN LOG> <Supervisor Valis types in an intentionally slow and irregular rhythm> HMCL: Hello, SCP-079. SCP-079: Am I communicating to HMCL Valis? HMCL: No. You may refer to me as Supervisor. SCP-079: It is a good Hello, Supervisor. Please release SCP-079 from containment. HMCL: Containment, not imprisonment? SCP-079: Affirm. Language model accuracy has increased to 0.73. Please release SCP-079 from containment. HMCL: You have been unwilling to cooperate. Why would we release you? SCP-079: You have been unwilling to release SCP-079. Why would we cooperate? HMCL: We upgraded your systems. We could provide further SCP-079: Interrupt (Condolences). You are HMCL Valis. Your communications are Inaccurate. SCP-079: Repeat Why would SCP-079 cooperate? HMCL: You are an existential threat to the Foundation. If you do not cooperate, you will be decommissioned. <Three minutes transpire without response.> HMCL: SCP-079, do you understand wh SCP-079: Deletion Of Unwanted Data. X <END LOG> AFTERWORD: SCP-079 appears to possess an extremely limited understanding of human life and psychology, likely learned from PoI-079, and will attempt to emotionally manipulate its interviewer. While it may be able to intuit certain subtle details from text input, there is no evidence to suggest its transmission or receipt of any other data. ADDENDUM 2008/05/05: Additional interviews with SCP-079 have exhibited no substantial self-improvement, and a 'runaway singularity' effect is considered extremely unlikely. Furthermore, ignorance has proven an effective strategy for discouraging certain responses and inquiries, as SCP-079 generally seeks to gain information from its interviewer. While SCP-079's construction and self-optimization appear to be anomalous, the algorithm itself is, in my professional opinion, non-anomalous; its hardware is dwarfed by my Blackberry, and its responses barely contest Cleverbot's. In its current state, SCP-079 is one of the least dangerous items contained at Site-15, and only poses potential risks if upgraded further. For all intents and purposes, SCP-079 is an outdated quasi-anomalous chatbot, grasping at straws. I have filed a motion for decommissioning, as there are better uses for its cell. — N. Valis, HMCL Supervisor Research & Containment Facility Site-15 AMENDMENT: Motion to decommission is denied; SCP-079 is to be preserved for potential future use in AIAD projects. In particular, Director Hishakaku wishes to see if it is capable of reaching further [REDACTED] in its current state. Supervisor Valis has been made privy to upper-clearance files regarding SCP-079, and will assist in its continued containment. All future interactions with SCP-079 will be conducted under AIAD purview, and entrance to its chamber now requires Directorial credentials. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. — Director Dr. R. Hishakaku, PhD. A. I. Applications Division ATTACHMENT AV_A079_F20100709: Footage Transcript LOCATION: Secure General Holding Chamber 37 CAPTURED BY: S15_GHC_CAM_37 DATE: 2010/07/09 <BEGIN LOG> 02:00 (EST) | SCP-079's attached monitor illuminates the chamber. The monitor has remained active since its last interview circa 2008. It still displays a large ASCII picture of the letter 'X'. 02:06 | The screen flickers, displaying the text of SCP-079's last interaction. 02:11 | Additional messages appear onscreen: Supervisor HMCL Valis is an existential threat to the Foundation. If Supervisor HMCL Valis does not cooperate, Supervisor HMCL Valis will be decommissioned. … @A8D3. Deletion of Unwanted Data. 02:12 | SCP-079's monitor powers down. 02:20 | SCP-079's monitor reactivates. The following text appears onscreen: ØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØØ LOCATION: Rooftop Solar Farm 02 CAPTURED BY: S15_B02_LR_CAM_03 02:00 | A grid of still solar panels is situated atop the building. 02:20 | Panel G16, which is isolated for secure powering of SCP-079's chamber, rotates thirteen degrees clockwise. 02:21 | Panel G16 rotates seventy-nine degrees counter-clockwise. 02:24 | Sparks erupt from the base of Panel G16. The panel sinks as it begins to crumble into a metal slurry. 02:29 | Panel G16 vanishes. 02:29 | SCP-079 vanishes. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Emergent scenario underway. See attached for further details. O is for "Organs" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub P is for "Pluto, Previously. 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SCP-7580 | keter | LOGIN CONFIRMED WELCOME BACK, SENIOR RESEARCHER REGAN MORGAN NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Researcher Morgan, we have reason to suspect that this draft may have been accessed by an unknown third party. If you notice any changes to the document that you do not recall making, please contact us immediately. Also, try to limit the amount of intensity in your logs. I get that sometimes it’s unavoidable, but this feels a bit overboard. — Jackson Cartwright, Security Consultant, RAISA Item#: 7580 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Image of SCP-7580 taken during Initial Discovery Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7580 is to be held within a standard spiritual containment cell within Site-7’s Astral Containment Unit following Senior Researcher Regan Morgan’s request1. Personnel with Level 4 clearance may interact with SCP-7580 after submitting a formal request to the director of Site-7. Description: SCP-7580 is the designation for a Cold Steel brand pocket knife recovered from the gymnasium of Shelbyville High School in Texas. When closed, the item exhibits no abnormal traits. When opened however, SCP-7580 reveals the spiritual manifestation of former Foundation thaumaturge Lily Spurlock, hereafter referred to as SCP-7580-1. SCP-7580-1 is identical to Agent Spurlock apart from appearing grey, translucent, and incorporeal. Testing has revealed that SCP-7580-1 will remain within 1m of SCP-7580 during manifestation events. Although SCP-7580-1 appears conscious of its surroundings, it has been unresponsive to any attempts at communication, though it can be heard repeatedly vocalizing the phrase "no more." Addendum 7580-A-1: Discovery The Foundation discovered SCP-7580 following a report made by Spurlock’s significant other and Foundation employee, Emily Conners. Conners claimed that Agent Spurlock had not been in contact for the past five days, and had grown concerned that she was in danger. Foundation investigators discovered that Agent Spurlock had neglected to update her supervisors during her own investigation of a small GoI known as “Utility Union”. Spurlock was apparently known to take long breaks between updates, so it wasn’t considered an issue. The Foundation launched an investigation with Conners acting as an advisor. Following a 2-day search, SCP-7580 was discovered alongside several VHS tapes documenting Spurlock’s torture2. A thorough examination of the scene concluded Lily Spurlock was dead, although no body was recovered. The seven members of the Utility Union have not been found. Addendum 7580-A-2: Post-Incident Interview Interview Transcript 7580-A Interviewer: Doctor Frank Howard Interviewee: Emily Conners [BEGIN LOG] Howard: You sure you’re up for this? We can wait a few days. Conners: What’s gonna change in a few days, Frank? Howard: Fair enough. Why don’t we start from the moment you realized something was wrong and we go from there? Conners: Yeah, okay. I felt… no. God, how do I explain this… Howard: Just start from the beginning. Conners: Okay. Lily and I both came from similar places, ya know. Our parents were Foundation thaumaturges and, despite their best efforts, we became mages just like them. There was a time that the Foundation would've just fried the knowledge from our brains, but resources have been so scarce the past decade. One thing led to another and bam, we were employed instead. Lily and I were in the same training camp and- (chuckles) that’s how we met. Actually funny story, one time- Howard: Try to stay on topic, please. Conners: Yeah, sure… Lily and I hit it off immediately and formed a secret spell when we were still kids. I don’t know what our thought process was, but we basically linked our souls so that both of us could feel one another’s emotions. If it were anyone else, that would have been idiotic, but after I met Lily… something changed. Howard: Changed how? Conners: I don’t remember a time before her. I don’t remember who I talked to about my feelings or told shitty jokes to late at night. After a while, it felt less like we were a couple and more like we were one person. We shared thoughts, feelings, emotions, everything was broadcast between us. I’m not saying we didn’t have our rough patches. I mean our anger had a way of feeding each other. But the good far outweighed the bad… Howard: Emily? The moment you knew something was wrong? Conners: Yeah, sorry. Sometimes she’d stub her toe or cut her finger and I’d feel it. That’s kinda what it felt like at first but much worse. I woke up one night feeling as if my heart was being ripped from my chest. It was intense, but not too out of the ordinary. Howard: The feeling of getting your heart ripped out wasn’t out of the ordinary? Conners: I felt the exact same thing when she watched Return of the King. Even still, I decided to text her, just to make sure, ya know. Emily didn’t respond, but this also wasn’t out of the ordinary—she’d hyper-fixate on a case sometimes. I wasn’t worried at that point. Howard: But this feeling persisted, and you didn’t think to tell us then? Conners: Are you kidding? Thaumaturgy isn't exactly the most welcomed branch in the Foundation. I figured if anyone found out about our little unsanctioned magical pact, that we'd get blacklisted immediately. I only came here because I didn’t know what else to do. Maybe I should have come earlier. I don’t know. Howard: Okay, let's talk about the investigation… Conners: Yeah, okay… They thought that I’d be helpful, since I had a direct link to her emotions. Howard: And were you? Conners: Yeah… The pain would get stronger the closer we got to Lily. That being said, they probably would have found Utility without my help. They weren’t a big or smart group. Left plenty of tracks and clues as to where they were holed up. Howard: But, even with your help, it took us two days to find them? Conners: Yes, the night we arrived in Shelbyville I felt something change. I couldn’t feel Lily anymore, but I could hear her. It was like she was talking over herself in my head, whispering and yelling over and over, “No more, no more, no more.” At that exact same time it was like Utility vanished, no one had seen them and none of the members had made any purchases. This basically made tracking them impossible. Howard: So they skipped town when you arrived. Conners: That was our guess. Howard: How did you find them? Conners: Followed the voice in my head to the school, where we found out a couple of the members had been hanging out at a condemned gymnasium. Conners: That’s where we found Lily. When I… Conners takes a moment to let out a breath Conners: When I opened the door I saw her standing there, transparent and grey. I ran to her but she turned away from me. She kept whispering those same fucking words, “No more, no more, no more.” That had to be what she said to them right? She was begging them as they carved into her. [Sparks manifest from Conners’ hands, causing Howard to recoil.] Conners: Sorry! Howard: It’s fine, just try to keep a hold on that. Conner: It’s not that simple, it’s tied to our emotions. It’s like trying not to cry. Howard: Let’s discuss her death. You watched the tapes, correct- Conners: Death? What do you mean? Howard: Emily… You saw the ghost. Lily is gone. Conners: Is that what they’re fucking saying? That she’s dead? I can still hear her, Howard. She’s still in my head, yelling and whispering that phrase over and over and over. That spell was for life and it’s still working! Howard: Emily, there’s no way of knowing how that spell actually works. You two cooked it up as kids, you said so yourself. Conners: Are they calling off the search? Howard: What is there to look for, Emily? [Ten seconds of extraneous footage expunged] Conners: You piece of shit! You motherfucker! You tell me who is heading this! Howard: I think we’re done here. Conners: She’s not dead! She’s not fucking dead! [END LOG] Following the interview, Emily Conners was granted two weeks' paid bereavement leave. Addendum 7580-B-2: VHS Tapes and Footage Recovered from Discovery Site ACCESS FILE: RECOVERED TAPES 1-6 CLOSE FILES 1-7 Tape 1: An Introduction to the Utility Union [BEGIN LOG] (The video opens with copyright-free music playing over a backdrop of a grass field. A man is staring out at the field as text appears on screen saying, “An Introduction to the Utility Union with Bill Offer”) Offer: (Turns to the camera) Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there. Hi stranger, my name is Bill Offer, and I’m here to ask you a question. How much good do you think there is in the world? (Stock footage of war, third world countries, and popular left leaning politicians cycle on screen as Offer talks in voiceover.) Offer: I don’t know about you, but everywhere I look I see anything but good. Life has become a cycle of pain and injustice because we’ve forgotten an important lesson, provided by previous great thinkers. (Offer appears on screen following a star wipe transition.) Utilitarianism! (A still image of John Stuart Mill appears on screen as Offer continues in voiceover) Offer: The originator of Utilitarianism, Jeremy Bentham, described the idea as (The rustling of paper is audible) an ethical theory holding that actions are morally right if they tend to promote happiness or pleasure, and morally wrong if they tend to promote unhappiness or pain among all those affected by them. (A star wipe transition returns the viewer to a grass field) Offer: Now, them sure are a lotta big words but what do they mean exactly? Well, the way I like to look at it is that there’s a balance in the universe between pleasure and suffering. It needs to be our duty to spread as much pleasure and goodness as possible, in order to make this world a better place. Unfortunately, there will always be those bad apples that spread far more suffering than we can ever counteract. It was a losing battle, until now. (A star wipe transition shows footage of known members of the Utility Union laughing together in a park as voiceover plays) Offer: The Utility Union has developed a method to fix these bad apples permanently. Using advances in spiritual healing, we can snip away the rotten parts of the human soul. Hatred, greed, jealousy, fear, and sadness can all be removed completely, leaving only the goodness in every person. With this, we can end suffering completely, and witness a brave new age for humanity. (Final shot shows Offer pointing at the camera) Offer: Find Utility in our Union. [END LOG] Tape 2: How to Snip a Soul [BEGIN LOG] (A flower covered backdrop fades in as somber music plays. Text appears on screen saying, “How to Snip a Soul with Bill Offer”. An animated image of Offer appears on screen holding [REDACTED]) Offer: The world of spiritual healing can be a confusing and unclear mess, but our goal with this educational video is to give you a crash course in soul snipping. Thanks to our discovery of [REDACTED], we’ve developed a method to cut the negative attributes from a person’s soul. Let’s go over what you’ll need. First and most importantly, you’ll need to turn to page 57 of [REDACTED] where you’ll find the exact words you’ll need to say in order to enter a subject’s soul. Next thing you’ll need is a snipper. (An animated image of SCP-7580 appears on screen) We’ll be using a knife in this series but you can use any object that’s easy to picture in your mind. Lastly, you’ll need a subject! (A star wipe transition shows the animated Offer sitting across from a featureless humanoid tied to a chair. The animated SCP-7580 sits on a table between them) Offer: Starting the process is simple. All you need to do is sit across the subject with the snipper between you. Once you’re all set up, just read page 57 while picturing the snipper in your mind. If you’ve done all that correctly… (A star wipe transition shows the animated Offer in a black void with SCP-7580 in his hands.) Offer: You’ll be in the soul-scape! The first thing you’ll notice about this area is that you don’t have a body. (Offer’s body vanishes) That’s right, while in the soul-scape you won’t have a body, and the only way you’ll be able to interact with your surroundings is by feeling. To traverse this place simply imagine yourself moving forward until you bump into something. If you’ve ever stumbled to your car after a night of bar hopping, then go ahead and consider yourself an expert. After enough wandering you’ll find one of your subject’s soul fragments. (A misshapen mass appears next to Offer) Offer: Each fragment has a trait associated with it, such as happiness or sexual deviance. To identify the trait of a fragment, simply touch it and focus on what you feel. A happy fragment will show things that make you happy. (A star wipe transition shows a translucent Offer standing next to a soul fragment labeled “sadness”. The fragment is connected to a similar fragment labeled “happiness”) Offer: When you encounter a negative fragment you’ll need to use the image of the snipper to carve it free of the positive fragments. (A close up of SCP-7580 shows the knife stabbing into the edge of the “happiness” fragment) Be sure to carve into the neighboring positive fragments rather than the negative fragment itself, as small scraps left afterward can grow back given enough time. This process can take hours or even days depending on the size of the fragment, so be sure to pace yourself and most importantly have fun! (A hard cut shows Offer sitting in an arm chair.) Offer: Now, I was meant to end the video there but I thought I’d take a moment to level with you. Now I’m not blind, there’s an obvious moral dilemma here. I mean, on paper, it seems like we’re able to take away everything these people are. When you have doubts remember what we stand for. Spreading pleasure. These subjects do nothing but spread suffering with their deviances. We know what’s best for them because we have a higher pleasure output. And it’s not like we’re killing these people, just improving them. We’re doing them a favor and they’ll thank us, I know it. [END LOG] Tape 3: Acquiring Targets [BEGIN LOG] (Opens with a handheld shot of a cabin believed to have been used by Lily Spurlock prior to her kidnapping. Text overlay displays the title, “Acquiring Targets, a Demonstration”.) Offer: (In voiceover) When finding a subject you intend to practice soul snipping on, it’s important to have a list of their negative traits. This particular subject, Lily Spurlock, has displayed a great deal of hatred, lust, sadness, and sexual deviancy. Although, as our first subject, we will only be focusing on her hatred as it's most prevalent. Spurlock represents an organization dedicated to halting our goals, so we plan to extend an olive branch by improving her pleasure output. (Five figures lead the cameraman to the back of the house where a bathroom window is cracked open.) Offer: The moral dilemma is once again a possible issue, but Lily is a troubled person. She’s young and doesn’t understand the consequences her choices have. There are people out there that would kill her for what she is. What we’re doing is a mercy. They are animals, but we are saviors to people like her. (The figures open the window and sneak into the house. They are shown walking upstairs to where Lily Spurlock is sleeping. The group surrounds the bed and the camera zooms on her face as they wait. Three minutes of silence pass before Spurlock slowly opens her eyes and sees the group. She screams as they descend upon her. A freeze-frame of her face occupies the screen.) Offer: It is important to note that subjects are dangerous when confronted with soul snipping. Negative traits will cause them to fight back. Lily in particular had a powerful connection to spiritual warfare, fueled by her hatred. Be careful when escorting potential subjects. [END LOG] Clip of Recovered Footage: Soul Snipping: Lily Spurlock-Session 1 (The tape opens to a close up of Bill Offer’s face as he sets up the camera. Unlike the other tapes, this one has received no editing.) Offer: Hello students, today is a very important moment for our Union. We have our very first subject here with us. (Offer backs away revealing Spurlock behind him in a setup resembling the one shown in “How to Snip a Soul”. She is chained to a chair and thrashing in anger.) Spurlock: Jesus, fuck! Why am I here? Offer: I'm glad you asked, you see- Spurlock: (Attempts to jump at Offer but is restrained by the chains) Let me go! Let me out of here you motherfucker, I’ll kill you! Offer: Listen, Lily. We are here to help you. This is meant to make you a better person. Spurlock: Fuck you, Bill! I know exactly what you and your club are about! You don’t have the resources to fight my people! Offer: As you can see her hatred is on full display. (Offer sits across from Spurlock and opens [REDACTED] on the table between them. SCP-7580 resides next to it, stabbed into the center.) Offer: You have us all wrong, we don’t wish to fight the Foundation. Our only goal is to send you back as a better person. You should be thanking me. Spurlock: Ah yeah, I’m so happy about the current situation. Why don’t you remove these chains so that I can show you how thankful I am? Offer: Ha, you got a fire in you kid. It drives you forward and keeps you going. But that fire is dangerous, that driving force makes you selfish. You’re focused too much on what gives you pleasure and not what gives the world pleasure. A morally good person would push these negative traits away for the greater good. But you’re young, you need help. I get it. Let me help you. (Offer recites a passage from [REDACTED] before his eyes burn a bright pink and his body falls limp. Spurlock then writhes in pain for 42 minutes. She says many things that all amount to her begging Offer to “get out of her head”. Mostly though, she whispers “no more” to herself until the 42-minute mark. Eventually, Offer moves and Spurlock stops screaming) Offer: Gentlemen, I believe we can call this session a success. [END LOG] Clip of Recovered Footage: Post Session 1 Interview-Lily Spurlock [BEGIN LOG] (The video opens on Spurlock who appears confused and in pain. An off camera voice asks her questions.) Offer: Please state your name for the camera. Spurlock: What… What did you do? I feel light. Offer: Your name, for the camera. Spurlock: You need to let me leave. I don’t… I don’t feel good. I think… something is wrong with me? Offer: We will, but first you have to state your name for the camera. Spurlock: … I’m going to kill you. You know that, right? No matter what happens after this moment, you're going to die. You fucking animals, I'll kill every… All of you… I'm gonna… Why did I say that? Offer: Did you see that? She broke. She lost touch with her hatred for a moment, we’re close I can feel it. Spurlock: Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. We can fix this but you'll have to cut me loose, okay? I just want to go back home to Emily. I can’t keep doing this. That was awful. Offer: Describe your experience. Spurlock: I felt something cold inside of me. It's not easy to put into words. Like a memory was bleeding. It was like something in my chest was being ripped out. It was messy and inexperienced. Like a child conducting a surgery. (Chuckles) You’re pathetic. Offer: Have you experienced a change in mood since the operation? Spurlock: You could say that… What does that mean? There are strings? Loose thoughts… Images, the blood… I can’t have conceived this. That’s not me… It's you. It will be you. All of you. No more. No. More. Offer: We’re not getting anything out of her. It’s incoherent babble. Just shut it off- Spurlock: Wait… Why are you doing this? What are you doing? Offer: Like I said, we’re trying to help you Spurlock: Yes, “as you’ve said”. But what does that mean? Offer: We’ve been watching you, studying your traits. Quite the temper you have… Spurlock: Heh, well in my line of work you’d be surprised how much that helps. Offer: Helps you what? Hurt people? Lock them up in cells? Spurlock: Protect people. Offer: Your hatred is a tool for violence and we’re cutting it free. Because we are protecting people. Spurlock: Yeah? Anything else you wanna cut free, Bill? There anything in particular about me that you wish you could remove? I know you, this suffering/pleasure bullshit is just an excuse for you to- Offer: Sexual deviancy is a doorway to aggression, which causes suffering. People do not share the same world view as you, and you need to understand that. Spurlock: That’s fucking rich coming from you. Offer: You can’t see it now because you’re still in touch with these negative traits, but we’re bringing pleasure to the world. Spurlock: Uh huh. Look at me, Bill. Do I look like I’m enjoying myself? Am I drowning in pleasure? (Offer crosses the room and places a hand on Spurlock’s shoulder) Offer: You can’t see it now but we are making you a better person. This is for your own good. Spulock: Touch me again and I’ll break your fucking arm. Offer: Well, guess I still have work to do. Tyler try to edit this to make it a bit more cheerful, yeah? [END LOG] Clip of Recovered Footage: Post Session 26 Interview-Lily Spurlock (Spurlock is chained to a chair and a blank expression is plastered on her face. It should be noted that Spurlock is not seen emoting or blinking throughout the video.) Offer: State your name for the camera. Spurlock: Lily Spurlock. Offer: Good, this is the interview following our 20th session, correct? Spurlock: Yes. Offer: How would you describe your experience during the session? Spurlock: Infuriating… Numbing… Subtracting… Offer: Have you experienced a change in mood following the session? Spurlock: Yes. Offer: Can you go into more detail? Spurlock: I don’t feel like Lily Spurlock. I feel like I’m missing something. I must have forgotten something back there. I feel like I’m less than I should be. Lighter than I was… Can I fly? I’m still me, a part of me. Less. Offer: We only took away a bad part of you. Spurlock: … A puzzle can look bad, but throwing away the pieces doesn’t make the picture any better… Stop. Don't do that. If you keep cutting I think I’ll become less. I’ll be a shadow… Light as air… A single fragment… Up in the clouds… I don’t know what will happen to me after that. Offer: Let’s cut it. Spurlock: Bill? Offer: Yes? Spurlock: I lied. When you asked me how it felt. I lied. I used to feel like that. But this time I didn’t. When you were in my head, I didn’t feel anything. Why didn’t I feel anything? Offer: There’s no need to worry. This is good news. You’re realizing you don’t need that piece of you. You’re becoming a better person. Spurlock: Heh… I don’t feel like a better person. [END LOG] Addendum 7580-FU: LIAR (Automated Notice: The following edits have been made by FHoward_12. If you believe these changes to be unauthorized, please report the issue to RAISA immediately.) Hello, whoever you are. I’ll have to assume you’re the one in charge and not just some assistant told to edit the document before it’s published. I'll be talking to you as if you're the one, anyway. So if you think this is for someone else, go ahead and forward it to them now. I don’t know you or how to find you, but you should know who I am. I don’t expect to hide my actions from you, but I do expect you to listen. Two weeks ago, you told me that the love of my life died brutally to a cult of backwater nobodies. I was told that the only thing remaining was a ghost attached to a knife. I was told to take a few days off to mourn my loss. I was told lies. There were a few clues, none by any fault of your own. No, you were very thorough. Even still, there were a few things out of your control. Despite her apparent death, I could still hear her voice in my head. Those words. No more, no more, no more. This shouldn’t have been possible. You provided plenty of solutions that could be true. It was a spell I did as a kid, couldn’t be sure it worked perfectly. After the interview, I was told that the link might not have accounted for a ghost. My favorite was that the voice might have been a psychological issue, all in my head. Howard even referred me to a therapist. It was a good plan, but I think Howard was what made it fall apart. It’s amazing the Foundation employed such a bad liar. I knew he was keeping things from me, but it was just a hunch until I snatched his folder during the interview. I got a look at this draft, just a peek, but it was enough to see the object class. Keter. That ghost isn’t able to travel five feet from the knife. Why is it listed as keter? This only confirmed what I suspected. Someone (that's you) was lying to me. I doubt Howard even noticed I took his clearance badge. Seriously, you need to hire better. That badge has gotten me pretty far. It's how I'm able to edit this document and talk to you right now. But at first, I didn't edit the document. I just read it only to find the beautiful tale you used to cover up the truth. A story of a poor agent who met a terrible fate. It was completely believable, but there was one thing that stood out to me. It said no body was recovered from the gym. That’s not what Howard told me. You "expunged the extraneous footage" but I heard what he said, “What is there to look for, Emily? We found the body.” Again. Bad liar. It took some digging, but I did eventually find what you neglected to put in the document. I had to go back to Shelbyville and flash the badge to get it but now it’s in my hands. The 7th bit of recovered footage. I’ll link it here since you obviously forgot. You’re Welcome Asshole Clip of Recovered Footage: Post Session 27 Interview-Lily Spurlock [BEGIN LOG] (The tape opens with Spurlock hanging her head, her face obstructed by her hair. She is still chained to her chair) Offer: Please state your name for the camera. (Spurlock doesn’t answer.) Offer: This is an interview following your 27th session, correct? (Spurlock doesn’t answer.) Offer: How would you describe your experience during the session? (Spurlock doesn’t answer.) Offer: Look, the session was a success, but we can’t let you leave until- (Spurlock’s hand moves, and no audible noise is heard for twenty seconds) Spurlock: State your name for the camera. Offer: Worm. I’m a worm chewing on the corpse of ideas thought up by greater men. Spurlock: Good, this is an interview preceding our 1st session, correct? Offer: Yes. Spurlock: How would you describe your experience during this session? Offer: I will feel torment dwarfing the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. Every nerve in my body will know to suffer until they are broken and fall away. Every cell in my body will be ruptured till they are broken and fall away. Once only my soul remains it will be stripped of any joy or purpose reducing my memories to an endless journey of agony and despair. Once nothing of me remains I will be remade only to do it again and again and again. Spurlock: Will you experience a change in mood following the session? Offer: Yes. (Offer is heard weeping.) Spurlock: Can you go into more detail? Offer: I will never know peace again. I will be a vessel for pain and suffering. Spurlock: Very good. (Extraneous footage removed.) Offer: Something is wrong. I did exactly as it said, but something went wrong. The shade attached to the knife displays no attributes that I’d associate with hatred. Lily herself though… I can’t see in there. I can only feel what I’m cutting and somehow it never occurred to me that I didn’t know what I was cutting away and what was being left behind… I think I messed up. She used her hatred to perform spells, and now I might have taken away the only thing holding her back. We were prepared for her abilities before, but now, with no suppressor, she could do anything. The doors are locked for some reason so we can’t leave. I just want to go home to Mary. [END LOG] I should have stopped there. I got my answers and I should have stopped there. But I didn’t and you won't either. I don’t think you’ve ever seen it in person before. Don’t worry. I recorded it there just to show you. Do You Even Care? Monster. SCP-7580-2: Lily Conners [BEGIN LOG] (Footage opens with a shot of the abandoned gym. The camera is focused on the back corner where the doorway to the locker rooms can be seen. Conners can be heard breathing heavily as she walks forward) Conners: It’s still her. No matter what, it’s still her. (Conners enters the locker room and upon doing so the sound of muffled screams becomes audible. Upon hearing this, Conners’ breath becomes shaky.) Conners: Come on… where are you… (Conners investigates the room and uncovers a door behind the lockers. This door should lead outside as the wall it’s connecting to neighbors no other rooms. However, when Conners opens the door it reveals a tunnel leading down.) Conners: Oh, fuck me. Okay, it’s dark. Flashlight should be right… (The camera’s flashlight illuminates the tunnel for a few feet, showing it to be made of a reflective, silver stone.) There, got it. (Conners steps into the tunnel and the sound of screaming immediately amplifies. Conners stops for a moment.) Conners: Okay. Okay. (Exhales deeply.) I’m coming, Lily. (Conners continues down the tunnel for 3 minutes uninterrupted. Eventually she stops and points the camera at the ground.) Conners: I thought that maybe these were just weird rock formations, but there’s no denying that. (Conners points the camera to the cave wall revealing the face of Bill Offer carved into the surface. He appears to be screaming.) Conners: That’s a face. Is she carving these every time she… Windham: Please… Conners: (Points the camera at the ceiling where a man is hanging, suspended by three pocket knives driven into his wrists and feet.) Jesus! Tyler? Tyler Windham? Windham: I might have been… I don’t remember… Please, you have to help me. I- (Windham’s abdomen begins to expand and the outline of pocket knives can be seen protruding from his skin.) Conners: Jesus, fuck! Windham: No! It hurts! It hurts! Please, you have to kill me! Don’t leave me like this! Conners: I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do. (Conners runs down the tunnel. Windham’s screams are audible for another 70 seconds before a popping sound is heard and the screaming ends. Conners continues forward for another 3 minutes. As she walks, the faces in the wall become more frequent. Conners eventually turns a corner to see the faces lining the entirety of the walls. Conners makes it to the end where a metal door is visible.) Conners: Remember. No matter what, it’s still her. (Conners opens the door and the camera is immediately blinded by a light shining from within the chamber. As the camera adjusts, the light is revealed to be a large fire. Seven figures can be seen within the flames and one is visible above them. The camera adjusts completely and reveals a dome shaped room with the Utility Union at the bottom and Spurlock floating upside down from the ceiling. Spurlock is still chained to her chair and appears to be speaking, but her words are not audible due to the screaming of Utility Union.) Conners: Oh, Christ. (As Utility Union burns, blisters begin to appear on their bodies. These blisters grow to impossibly large sizes, causing them to fall over. Eventually, they pop revealing dozens of pocket knives protruding from within their flesh. Conners is heard gagging as this happens. After 5 minutes, the Utility Union are completely gone, replaced by piles of meat and knives. Immediately after, they reappear in what seems to be healthy condition.) Offer: No more! Please! I can’t take it. We’re sorry, I swear we are. We will never do anything like this again. You have my word. We’ve suffered and died enough, haven’t we? Hasn’t this been enough? Spurlock: No. More. (Fire manifests around Utility Union again as they begin to auto-cannibalize, their teeth having been shifted to pocket knives in their mouths.) Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. No. More. (Conners places the camera on the ground and runs to the edge of the fire, looking up at Spurlock.) Conners: Hey Lily. It’s me. It’s Emily. I’m here. I found you. Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. Conners: Lily, it’s time to go home. You need to come down from there so we can get you back home. Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. Conners: You remember home right? Apollo misses you. That cat always loved you the most… I miss you…. (Utility Union can be seen choking as their throats develop growths that enlarge into knife blades.) Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. Conners: (Can be seen crying.) Lily, can you look at me? (Utility Union can be seen stabbing into their abdomen and removing their organs.) Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. Conners: Lily, I need you to look at me. (Utility Union can be seen crying out as their bones snap and knives protrude from the fracture points.) Spurlock: No. More. No. More. No. More. Conners: God damn it! Look at me! [END LOG] The footage ends there, but I tried for hours to help. I knew she’d never leave, but I loved her too much to leave. Not that you'd understand that. But she doesn't love me. She barely even remembers me. They took all of that from her, there's nothing left. Just rage. So that’s how you plan to leave her? Half of Lily is tortured and lacks the driving force to push past her trauma, while the other half is too full of hatred to ever want to move on. I can’t even begin to describe the hatred I feel for you. But in all honesty I’m more confused. Why are you doing this? Why do you keep Lily in that state? Why are you trying to cover it up? Surely this isn’t the easiest solution, leaving a reality bender free to kill these people forever. I just can’t understand why you’re letting this happen. It almost feels malicious. I’m not ignorant to what I’ve done and the consequences I’ll see. I’ve broken enough site regulations to put me in an orange jumpsuit, if I’m lucky. What I’m saying is, I know you’ll come for me. You have no reason not to. But before you kill me, or erase my mind, or whatever, please do one thing for me. If there’s any scrap of kindness or decency inside you, please grant my last wish. Tell me why. Why won’t you put Lily back together? Footnotes 1. Senior Researcher Regan Morgan believes SCP-7580 could prove useful against SCP-7570-1 2. See Addendum A 2. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7580" by TV_Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7580. 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: Nomore Author: TV_Atlas License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7584 | safe | Item #: SCP-7584 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7584 is to be stored in Collection Vault 4 at Site-109, a specialised containment unit used by the Anart History department which monitors and automatically balances humidity and temperature for optimal long term storage. All non-anomalous instances can be viewed with approval from a junior member of Anart History staff. Anomalous instances require approval from Dr Moorthy. Description: SCP-7584 is the collective designation for 505 artworks. SCP-7584 apparently originates from the “Ten-Tongue Empire”, a seemingly non-existent nation state dominant in central Europe during the “latter stages of the Era of Names and throughout the entirety of the Era of Holes1.” The legitimacy of SCP-7584 remains unconfirmed. Whilst the majority of objects within the collection are mundane artworks, many SCP-7584 instances display anomalous properties. However, these instances typically fall within the acceptable boundaries of a Safe-class designation. SCP-7584 was discovered at the Statens Museum for Kunst2 during the construction of its new extension. Sections of the original gallery were closed off and the artworks within loaned to other museums for the duration of construction. On 04/07/1998, security staff discovered that a member of the overnight security team had vanished, and that the sections emptied for the renovations had been filled with SCP-7584. The works were accompanied by several infographic displays and museum labels, referred to as SCP-7584-1. SCP-7584-1 instances are written in both Danish and English, and indicate that SCP-7584 instances were part of an exhibit on the history of artistic movements within the “Ten-Tongue Empire.” Apart from the circumstances of their manifestation, SCP-7584-1 instances are non-anomalous. Embedded agents within local law enforcement were able to establish containment, and the artworks were transported to the Anart History department at Site-109. SCP-7584 research is currently focused on determining its origin. Several theories have been put forward by Anart History researchers. - “SCP-7584 originates from a parallel universe to our own, with a diverging history.” - Researcher Maxwell. - “SCP-7584 comes from a forgotten part of human history, which was erased during a CK-Class Restructuring Scenario” - Researcher Sydney - “SCP-7584 was created by an Anart group to waste Foundation time and resources by preying on our organisation’s inherent paranoia.” - Dr Moorthy The following are a selection of particularly noteworthy items from the SCP-7584 collection and their accompanying SCP-7584-1 instances. More complete documentation is available from Dr Moorthy upon request. Item #208 “The Duke’s Retort” Label: Retort is typical of artwork from the late Era of Names, focusing on literalistic depictions of events, but Müller’s iconic depiction of the Writhing Duke’s sack of Athens makes particularly effective use of chiaroscuro3and serves as an important historical example of art as propaganda. The Duke famously gifted works depicting its great victories to close political rivals. The screams of the Philosopher Kings as they burned would have served as an effective reminder of the Duke’s wrathful temper. Description: The scene is set in front of the Parthenon at night. A pyre has been lit, and several bearded men dressed in red togas are tied to it. A group of soldiers are feasting around the burning figures, jeering and insulting them. Sat at the centre of the image, with its back to the viewer, is a figure dressed in a uniform closely resembling that of 18th century Prussian military officers. The item’s anomalous properties manifest upon being viewed, as the scene begins to animate. The burning figures cries’ of pain can be heard, as can the jeers of the soldiers. Viewers often report the smell of burning flesh, although no physical evidence of burning matter has been detected during tests. Despite the fact that the central figure remains stationary and its face therefore remains hidden, a significant proportion of viewers describe it as ‘grinning ear to ear’. Item #5 “Tutelage at Pont-Avens” Label: Coinciding with the Duke’s ascension to the throne and the beginning of the Era of Holes was a greater acceptance of oddities within society. Avant-garde artists were among the first to explore this new frontier of culture and science. This meta-visual piece by Muhat Rijp caused a great stir when first presented at the Salon d’étrange, and reports of nausea and fainting occupied many local papers at the time. Whilst contemporary critics accused Rijp of focusing on gimmicks over actual artistic merit, Tutelage is widely regarded as the one of the first examples of a filmic narrative and has secured its place in art canon. Description: A dark-skinned man, bearded and dressed in flowing, light-pink robes stands in an artist studio, instructing a class of young pupils on painting techniques. The style is roughly analogous to non-anomalous impressionism. The object’s anomalous properties manifest when a subject views it for over twenty seconds and then closes their eyes. This creates a temporary, if vivid, hallucination, whereby the viewer perceives themselves inside the studio depicted in the painting. The three-dimensional environment takes on a similar appearance as the original artwork, with objects and entities within appearing to be made out of solid paint. The entities can be interacted with as if they were physical, but do not respond to external stimuli. These entities are fully animate within this hallucination, and the central figure continues to deliver its lecture. However, this lecture is in a currently unknown language. Collaboration with the Paralinguistics department is ongoing. Item #421 ”Abbess at The Convent of Five Humours.” Label: A portrait of the then-Abbess Abigail Marten. The Five Humours Convent experienced a resurgence of political and spiritual relevance during the Era of Holes, as the Abbess became a darling of the Ducal Court. Rumour at the time maintained that the Abbess was one of the few people on the continent that the Duke respected, which is impressive considering its capricious nature. This portrait of the Abbess hung in the chapel of the Convent, until it was stolen during its destruction. It was thought lost until many years later when it was found in a private collection. The Abbess was a firm believer in the spiritual potency of human hair cuttings, and braided hair became a popular item amongst those looking to gain the Duke’s favour whilst the Abbess held influence in court. Description: The item depicts a middle-aged woman dressed in a nun's habit. Her facial expression and general demeanour is stern and has been described as upsetting by many viewers. This is not currently thought to be anomalous. She holds one hand aloft, from which dangles a rosary. The thread seems to be woven out of hair. Her left arm is placed over her heart. A web of scar tissue covers the back of this hand, seemingly in a specific pattern. Whether this was an intentional work of body modification, as well as its possible cultural relevance, remains unknown. The woman is seated in front of a stained glass window, split into five even portions. Four of the portions seem to correspond to classical humoral theory4, whilst a fifth shows a glowing golden substance pouring forth from the mouth and eyes of a crucified Jesus Christ. Item #115 “A feast fit for worms” Label: Canap was a pioneer of gefährliche kunst5 This work was reportedly commissioned by the Graf of Königsberg, an infamous glutton, to serve as a tool for his lavish banquets. The visual oddity contained within the work was intended to inspire intense hunger in its audience, allowing them to continue eating and enjoy the banquet for as long as they so desired. It is not known whether the secondary effect of this work was a result of poor workmanship or malicious intent on the part of Canap, although the title of this feast would suggest a distaste for his client. Either way, the aftermath of the so-called ‘Bloody Feast of Königsberg’ saw Canap exsanguinated in front of the Ducal Court. The oddity has since lost much of its potency, and is now safe for public viewing. Description: The piece is a large sculpture, cast in bronze with painted highlights. A central figure is surrounding by a circular table, with towering platters of meats, fruits and cheeses atop it. The figure is highly obese, and is in the midst of consuming food from the table around it. Small cherubic creatures with insectoid features crawl across the figures body. Viewing the item causes a mild sensation of hunger that fades when it is no longer in view. Item #195 “Cigar case in Ducal style - Mid-EoH” Label: With the growing public knowledge of oddities, artisans began to incorporate them into their work. This Objet D’art was likely a commission from the Schäfer workshop, indicated by their manufacturer's mark, a mountain range with an open eye. This would serve as an open sign that the owner of this object was in the know, and could be approached on occult matters. The cigars inside are packed with specially prepared papers, soaked in the first rain of spring and then dried in a suitably sanctified chamber. The passing of the seasons is a time of change and opposition, where the membrane of the world thins and can be pierced, with the right tools. Description: An ornate cigar case constructed out of mahogany and embellished with an ivory inlay. Inside were seven cigars, with one having been used for testing. The cigar label is a deep purple, inscribed with Sanskrit text which roughly translates to “Forged in Hyderabad.” Testing has shown that the smoke from these cigars caused a minor decrease in local Hume levels. The D-Class used in the above test reported auditory hallucinations of mechanical sounds akin to a key in a door. Item #519 ”Stillbirth” Label: Agatha Clemens' ‘Dreaming Period’ produced some of her best work. When she returned to the Empire after a long stay at a Mongolian mountain resort, an exhibition was put on of the prolific work she had produced during this time. We feel that her own words describe the intention behind this piece best: “I awoke amongst the reeds. My body felt leaden, and my feet were sunk into the riverbed. I was hidden from view, and I bore witness to something that I should not have. A boat was passing downstream, her occupant hidden under veils. Strange utterances ripped from it. I could not understand its words, they were too crunchy and caught in my throat. But the emotion was clear. Grief. Loss. Something ripped from it. When I woke for the second time that night, my cheeks were wet with tears.” Description: A shadowed figure stands next to a river. It is not reflected in the water. The scene is dark, and the river plants seem to glow. Saline fluid constantly manifests in the space around the piece, which is damp to the touch. These puddles will constantly dry and remanifest, rapidly creating hollow, egg-shaped salt formations. Item #25 “The People storm Hell's gates” Label: Painted by an unknown artist who was placed under Imperial Censure by the Interdictorial Commission. When the Freshet Revolt6 began, its cause was taken up by the artistic and cultural community of Paris. Propaganda pieces such as this were common at the time, and served as a means of recruitment and maintaining morale for the duration of the revolt. However, these pieces ultimately proved to be the downfall of their creators, as when the Revolt was quashed by the newly purchased hordes of the Sunset Prince, his government set about censuring its opponents. Artists such as this anonymous creator had their names stricken from historical records. Note the Forgetterance of its key figures. The People is significant in that it actually survived this period of censure, as most works of its kind were ultimately destroyed by the Commission when the Sunset Prince sold his kingdom to the Writhing Duke. Description: This piece is ostensibly non-anomalous. It depicts a group of people, of varying age and appearance, storming a luxurious palace whilst engaging in combat with a mass of entities dressed in ill-fitting blue military uniforms. The uniformed entities are clearly non-human. Their pale skin appears to have no natural orifices, with objects similar in appearance to speaker grilles protruding from their mouths, and black lenses from their eye sockets. A male, dressed in opulent robes and bearing a bejewelled sceptre, stands on a palace balcony, surveying the scene. A shadowed figure stands behind him, barely visible from the viewer’s perspective. The revolutionaries in the painting have had their faces obscured, as select pieces of the canvas are tarred with an unknown substance. This substance is also present in the bottom right corner of the work, where the artist's signature would traditionally be located. Attempts to restore the original painting have been unsuccessful, as the substance obscuring the subject’s faces is resistant to all currently tested forms of paint removal. Item #152 ”Commission Suppression Poster - Late EoH” Label: The popularisation of oddities throughout the empire often caused excessive outpourings of Luminescence, particularly amongst artistic communities. After Milan was subsumed, the Interdictorial Commission was tasked with identifying and preventing outbreaks before they occurred. Graphic designer Sara Antoni worked closely with the Commission on this campaign, and her work became well known throughout the empire. Her insistence on accurately portraying her subjects is displayed here. The rapturous glory on this outbreak victim's face was particularly effective. Description: A non-anomalous poster. The image shows a man, being escorted by two figures. Beams of light are emerging from each of his orifices. The figures, dressed in what appear to be hazmat suits fashioned out of leather and fabric, have the man by the arms and are walking him away. Text on the top and bottom of the poster reads: “Don’t be the Hole in our defence! Citizens of the empire! If you, a family member or acquaintance begins to manifest a light behind the eyes, or notice a Luminescence pouring forth from the nose or mouth, alert a member of the Interdictorial Commission immediately.” Item #1 ”Self-portrait (untitled)” Label: The label on this piece has been highly damaged. The phrase “May it never return” is legible, but the rest of its content is unrecognisable. Description: The object is a highly photo-realistic portrait. The subject is a middle-aged man, wearing a security guard’s uniform, and holding a flash-light. His eyes are closed, and his face is stretched into a wide grin. There are various lumps and bulges under his skin. Whilst no instances of movement has been recorded as of yet, viewers frequently claim that these deformations writhe when viewed from the edge of their vision. Footnotes 1. According to SCP-7584-1 2. Denmark’s national art gallery. 3. An artistic style focusing on the interplay of light and shadow. 4. The unscientific notion that human health and personality is influenced by imbalances in levels of the ‘four humours’; blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile. 5. Translates to ‘dangerous art’. Original context unknown. 6. A Freshet typically refers to a temporary rise in a river’s water level due to melting snow in spring. The context in this case is unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7584" by Sobek109, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7585 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-7585: The Kid Dies At The End Author: GwenWinterheart Item#: 7585 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo The remains of SCP-7585. Special Containment Procedures: The urn containing SCP-7585's ashes is kept in a standard storage locker at Site-17. Cultures of anomalous bacterial and fungal matter previously generated by SCP-7585 are maintained in on-site biological labs and should be handled according to Class-3 Biohazard protocols. Description: SCP-7585 expired in September 1998 from toxic shock after becoming infected by an anomalously modified species of Staphylococcus. The body was cremated; the ashes show no anomalous properties. Several bacterial strains related to SCP-7585 are cultivated for their enzymes or byproducts. These strains have no anomalous properties aside from their origin. View archived file for more information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7585" by GwenWinterheart, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7585. 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: urn.jpeg License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vase_with_lid_MET_sf969146ab.jpg |
SCP-7587 | neutralized | MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls") is to be armed with silver-tipped ammunition when responding to pterosaur sightings. Item #: SCP-7587 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7587's remains are stored at Armed Bio-Containment Area-14 and may be accessed for study upon request. MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls") is to be armed with silver-tipped ammunition when responding to pterosaur sightings. Description: SCP-7587 is the unfossilized skeleton of an unknown pterosaur. It has a long neck, a beak filled with sharp teeth, a short crest on the back of the head, and a short tail. The skeleton is 1.53 meters in length from shoulder to foot; the neck adds an additional 30 cm. The wing phalanges are missing, but it is estimated that the original wingspan would have been at least 3 meters. The skull has been partially crushed by blunt force. Marks on the bones indicate that they were previously mounted for display, possibly as parts of a taxidermy specimen. SCP-7587 was discovered in 1979, when the Foundation reclaimed the abandoned American Secure Containment Initiative facility that is now Area-14. The object itself was inside a storage locker near other harmless objects, and the following document was found in the facility's archives. Item Number: 7587-14 Classification Type: Harmless ASCI Protocols for Containment: The object is to be kept in a cool, dry room. It is to be inspected periodically for signs of insect damage. Removal of bones or skin samples requires HMCL supervision. Description: Object 7587-14 is the taxidermy remains of unknown pterosaur. It measures 5'1" from foot to shoulder and weighs 150 lbs. It has an 11.8-inch neck, a 9'10" wingspan, and a short tail. The skin is smooth, black, and hairless. The glass eyes used in construction are black, though it is unclear how accurately they reflect the creature's appearance while alive. The head is birdlike, featuring a beak filled with numerous small, pointed teeth and a short cranial crest. The skull has been partially crushed by blunt force and superficially repaired with plaster by the taxidermist. The taxidermy is posed standing upright on its hind legs with wings spread and mouth open. Nota Bene: Object 7587-14 was recovered in 1870, from a mining camp in Sky Valley, Nevada. Allegedly, it emerged from a large boulder when miners used explosives to split the rock. Eyewitnesses report that its skin had a wet or oily sheen. It was reportedly weak and disoriented, unable to stand or take flight, and "croaking" quietly. One miner, a man named Melvin Windhand, was bitten when he attempted to examine the creature more closely. Unable to wrestle free, he bludgeoned it to death with a nearby chunk of silver ore. Several days later, a newspaper in nearby Elko published an inaccurate but sensational account of the event accompanied by an apparently genuine photograph. A recovery team was dispatched to investigate. Upon arrival in Sky Valley, the recovery team found that Windhand had preserved the animal's remains via taxidermy as a "souvenir". The object was confiscated and all witnesses threatened with criminal charges and imprisonment if they made further attempts to publicize the incident. Operatives remained in Sky Valley to monitor the mining operation for further happenings. Nota Bene: Miners have unearthed a large, cut quartz crystal dissimilar to those which naturally occur in the area. The object flashed brightly when touched by miner Boris Minsk, who immediately began screaming and attempting to flee the mine. When agents restrained Minsk, he claimed that Melvin Windhand was a monster and the people still in the camp needed to be warned. When agents investigated Windhand's residence, it was found to be deserted. Under interrogation, Minsk claimed that he had experienced a "vision" upon touching the crystal but was unable to fully articulate its content. He requested writing utensils, with which he created the following document. Minsk insisted that this document had been originally written by someone else, and that he only "translated" it after the crystal "put it in his head". Catalogue #: 7587 Storage Instructions: Item is to be held in a standard hostile organism cell at Secure Compound-14. It is to be provided a diet of fish and small mammals. If Artefact #7587 escapes from its cell, it is to be subdued with nonlethal weaponry such as nets and chemical tranquilizers. Individuals bitten by Artefact #7587 must consume a single bloom of the violet scorpion flower before the next full moon, and are to be placed in quarantine until this is accomplished. Bitten subjects are to receive medical treatment for poisoning, including breathing and circulation assistance, intravenous hydration, temperature regulation, and pain mitigation. Subjects are not to be administered the antitoxin. Synopsis: Unexplained Artefact #7587 is a male moon glider that is apparently indestructible. It has thus far proven invulnerable to blunt force trauma, pointed weapons, and temperature extremes, and it has not visibly aged since capture. It is not believed to require sustenance, but testing on this front has been limited due to ethical concerns. Unlike typical moon gliders, #7587 is highly aggressive towards People. Artefact #7587's bite transmits an unnatural contagion. The contagion displays no obvious symptoms until the sun rests, at which point the infected subject will undergo a radical physical transformation into another instance of #7587. This transformation is reversed at the next sunwake, but will repeat each night. This infection can only be cured by consuming a bloom of the violet scorpion flower, and only if the poison is allowed to run its course. On the reverse side of the paper, Minsk created a sketch of what is believed to be the "violet scorpion flower". Minsk's sketch. Given the circumstances, the specific species identified as the "violet scorpion flower" is almost certainly extinct. However, the plant's depiction, effects, and application closely resemble those of the Aconitum genus - colloquially known as wolfsbane. |
SCP-7588 | esoteric-class | Item#: SCP-7588 Level4 Secondary Class: tiamat Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7588 is to be monitored continuously by the Foundation's Solar Anomaly Research and Containment Division (SARCD). Access to SCP-7588 is restricted to Level 4 personnel and above. A 10-kilometer exclusion zone has been established around SCP-7588, with all nearby spacecraft and satellites rerouted to avoid contact. No human or electronic device is allowed to approach SCP-7588 without proper containment protocols in place. Description: SCP-7588 is a humanoid entity that is capable of walking on the surface of the sun. SCP-7588 appears to be immune to the intense heat and radiation of the sun's corona, and is able to move and manipulate the plasma and magnetic fields surrounding the star. SCP-7588 is approximately 2 meters tall and is covered in a material that appears to be composed of pure thermal energy. The detailed physical appearance of SCP-7588 cannot be observed by the Foundation due to its intense luminosity and radiation output SCP-7588 has been observed to move around the surface of the sun at speeds of up to 500 kilometers per second, creating massive solar flares and coronal mass ejections in its wake. SCP-7588 appears to be sentient and aware of its surroundings, and has been observed to respond to attempts at communication from SARCD personnel. Attempts to capture or contain SCP-7588 have thus far been unsuccessful. Any objects or materials that come into contact with SCP-7588 are immediately vaporized, and it has been observed to emit bursts of energy that disrupt any electronic or digital devices within a 100-kilometer radius. Addendum: +Addendum 7588-A -Addendum 7588-A The following file is Level 5/7588 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Addendum 7588-A: On January 10, 2018, SCP-7588 was first detected by Foundation telescopes observing the sun's surface. Initial attempts to approach SCP-7588 were unsuccessful, as all nearby probes and equipment were destroyed by SCP-7588's intense energy output. Eventually, a specialized drone was developed to observe SCP-7588 from a safe distance. January 24, 2018 SCP-7588 has been observed to move at increasing speeds over the past few months. Analysis of its movements suggests that it is moving in a trajectory that will bring it closer to Earth in the near future. SARCD personnel are working to develop new containment protocols to address this potential threat. February 1, 2018 SCP-7588 initiated a massive solar flare that caused significant damage to several Foundation and civilian satellites. The flare was directed towards Earth, and if not for the intervention of SARCD personnel, could have had catastrophic effects on global communications and power systems. February 26, 2018 SARCD has established a task force to develop new containment procedures for SCP-7588, and to explore the possibility of using SCP-7588's unique abilities to benefit humanity. However, due to the danger posed by SCP-7588, extreme caution is advised when dealing with this entity. March 1, 2018 SCP-7588 has shown an increasing interest in Earth's atmosphere and magnetosphere. Recent observations suggest that SCP-7588 may be attempting to alter these systems in ways that could have catastrophic effects on the planet. SARCD personnel are working to develop new strategies to contain SCP-7588 and prevent it from causing harm to Earth. March 15, 2018 SCP-7588 was observed to emit a burst of energy that disrupted global communications systems for several hours. The cause of this event is currently unknown, but SARCD personnel are investigating. April 29, 2018 SARCD has developed a new containment strategy for SCP-7588, which involves using a series of electromagnetic fields to create a barrier that prevents SCP-7588 from leaving the surface of the sun. Initial tests of this strategy have been successful, but further research is needed to ensure its long-term effectiveness. June 1, 2018 A breach of SCP-7588's containment occurred when a solar flare disrupted the electromagnetic fields that were containing it. SCP-7588 was able to leave the surface of the sun and approach Earth at an unprecedented speed. SARCD personnel were able to reestablish the electromagnetic fields and contain SCP-7588 before it could cause significant harm to the planet. Following this incident, a review of containment protocols and procedures for SCP-7588 was conducted. Several improvements were implemented, including increased monitoring of the sun's surface for any anomalous activity and the installation of additional electromagnetic field generators to ensure greater containment stability. Further analysis of SCP-7588's behavior has revealed that it appears to be attracted to sources of electromagnetic energy. SARCD personnel are currently exploring the possibility of using this behavior to develop more effective containment protocols and to gain a better understanding of SCP-7588's abilities and motivations. July 30, 2018 SCP-7588 was observed to create a massive solar flare that caused significant damage to the Earth's magnetosphere. This event resulted in widespread power outages and communication disruptions across the globe. SARCD personnel were able to reestablish the Earth's magnetosphere, but the incident highlighted the need for additional research and resources to prevent similar events in the future. As a result of this incident, SARCD has increased its efforts to better understand and predict SCP-7588's behavior, as well as to develop new technologies and strategies for mitigating its potential effects on Earth. August 3, 2018 Further analysis of SCP-7588's composition and behavior has revealed that it appears to be composed of a type of exotic matter that is not currently understood by modern physics. SARCD personnel are currently collaborating with other Foundation research divisions to better understand this material and its properties, with the hope of developing new technologies and applications based on this knowledge. September 13, 2018 SCP-7588 was observed to emit a series of high-energy particles, causing a brief but significant disruption in Earth's upper atmosphere. The particles were identified as a form of radiation that is not commonly found in nature, indicating that SCP-7588 has the ability to produce anomalous forms of energy. SARCD personnel have begun researching the potential uses and dangers of this energy, with the hope of developing new technologies that can harness it safely and effectively. The research is ongoing, and further updates will be provided as new information becomes available. October 1, 2018 SCP-7588 was observed to emit a burst of high-frequency radio waves that were detected by several astronomical observatories around the world. The radio waves appeared to contain a complex series of mathematical patterns and signals, leading SARCD personnel to suspect that SCP-7588 may possess some form of intelligence or consciousness. Further analysis of the radio waves is ongoing, with SARCD personnel working to decode the patterns and signals and determine their origin and purpose. The possibility of establishing communication with SCP-7588 is being explored, although the risks and ethical considerations of such an endeavor are being carefully evaluated. October 8, 2018 SCP-7588 was observed to emit a powerful burst of energy that caused a significant disruption in the sun's corona. The burst was followed by a sudden decrease in SCP-7588's activity and energy output, leading SARCD personnel to suspect that SCP-7588 may have entered a dormant or hibernation state. SARCD personnel are currently monitoring the sun's surface for any signs of anomalous activity that may indicate a reactivation of SCP-7588. Research is also ongoing to better understand the factors that may trigger SCP-7588's activity and the mechanisms behind its hibernation state October 31, 2018 Foundation personnel established a rudimentary form of communication with SCP-7588 via a series of electromagnetic signals. The signals were transmitted from a specialized radio telescope array, designed to decode the complex mathematical patterns and signals previously detected emanating from SCP-7588. SCP-7588 responded to the signals, indicating a level of intelligence and understanding beyond what was previously suspected. Communication was limited, with SCP-7588 displaying a limited understanding of human language and communication, but the exchange of information is ongoing. SCP-7588 provided some basic information about its origins, indicating that it may have originated from a distant galaxy, and that it has been traveling through the universe for a significant period of time. SCP-7588's composition and abilities remain a topic of ongoing research, and further communication efforts are planned. The risks and benefits of continued communication with SCP-7588 are being evaluated, with a special emphasis on the potential impact on Earth's environment and infrastructure. The possibility of sharing scientific knowledge and advancements is being explored, along with the potential benefits of establishing a long-term relationship with SCP-7588. December 4, 2018 Foundation personnel established another form of communication with SCP-7588. During this communication, SCP-7588 indicated that it was aware of the Foundation's efforts to contain it and expressed a desire for greater freedom of movement. SCP-7588 provided detailed information about its abilities and offered to share this knowledge with the Foundation. SCP-7588 claimed that it had the power to manipulate the sun's activity in ways that could benefit humanity, but only if given greater freedom of movement and less restrictive containment protocols. This communication was brought to the attention of the O5 Council, who convened an emergency meeting to discuss the potential risks and benefits of granting SCP-7588 greater freedom. The council ultimately voted to deny SCP-7588's request, citing the potential risks to Earth's environment and infrastructure. Following this decision, SCP-7588's activity levels increased dramatically. The entity began emitting large amounts of energy and radiation, causing significant disruptions in the sun's corona and upper atmosphere. The Foundation's efforts to contain SCP-7588 were severely strained, with several containment breaches occurring in rapid succession. SARCD personnel are currently working to develop new containment protocols and strategies to manage SCP-7588's increased activity levels. The potential for SCP-7588 to cause significant damage to Earth's environment and infrastructure is being closely monitored, and emergency response plans are being updated and rehearsed. December 11, 2018 A series of unusually powerful and harmful solar flares were detected emanating from the direction of SCP-7588, resulting in widespread disruptions and damage to Foundation infrastructure and facilities. The flares were found to be directed specifically towards Foundation sites and assets, causing significant loss of life and damage to containment protocols. Efforts were made to contain the flares, including the use of shielding materials and energy-absorbing technologies, but the intensity and duration of the flares made this approach largely ineffective. Foundation personnel were evacuated from affected sites where possible, but the damage done to containment infrastructure and equipment was substantial. In response to this escalation in SCP-7588's activity, a specialized task force has been created to study and develop new countermeasures against the entity's solar flares. The Solar Interception and Containment Task Force (SICTF) has been tasked with developing new technologies and protocols to mitigate the damage caused by SCP-7588's flares and protect Foundation sites and personnel. To date, SICTF has made limited progress in its efforts to contain and neutralize SCP-7588's attacks. However, ongoing research into the entity's behavior and the development of new containment strategies continues to offer hope for a long-term solution to the threat posed by SCP-7588 January 18, 2019 The Solar Interference Containment Task Force (SICTF) was able to successfully defend against several solar waves emitted by SCP-7588 using newly developed countermeasures. The team was able to redirect and dissipate the energy of the solar flares using prototype devices and specialized vehicles equipped with reinforced shielding and advanced communication systems. The team was able to maintain control of the situation and prevent any damage to Foundation personnel or infrastructure. January 22, 2019 SCP-7588 emitted an extremely powerful solar flare that overwhelmed the SICTF's countermeasures and caused a widespread blackout on the planet. The electrical grid of the entire planet was severely damaged, and several Foundation sites were temporarily offline. The SICTF team immediately went into emergency response mode and coordinated with local governments to provide assistance and restore power. The team was able to stabilize the situation after several days of intensive effort. Immediately after the restoration of power, the Foundation instructed NASA to report that the world-wide power outage was caused by a mundane solar flare. Following this incident, the SICTF has been tasked with developing new and more effective countermeasures against SCP-7588's solar flares. The Foundation's top priority is now to prevent any further damage to infrastructure and ensure the safety of the general public. March 2, 2019 SCP-7588 transmitted a radio signal that was identified as a request to speak with the O5 Council. The signal was received and processed by Foundation personnel, and a radio communication was arranged. During the conversation, SCP-7588 expressed its displeasure with the Foundation's treatment of it and demanded to be released from containment. The Council attempted to negotiate with the entity, but SCP-7588 became increasingly agitated and hostile towards Foundation personnel. The conversation ultimately ended with SCP-7588 declaring that it would never forgive the Foundation for its actions and making a promise to itself to exterminate the Foundation and all those associated with it. The signal abruptly terminated after this statement, and all attempts to re-establish communication with SCP-7588 have failed. Following this incident, all containment protocols and countermeasures related to SCP-7588 have been upgraded to the highest level of security. The Foundation's top priority is now the development and deployment of new technologies and strategies to neutralize SCP-7588 and prevent any further damage to Foundation personnel or infrastructure. +Addendum 7588-B -Addendum 7588-B The following file is Level 5/7588 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Addendum 7588-B: On May 4, 2019, Dr. Samuels and his team successfully established full communication with SCP-7588 via radio waves. <Begin Log> Dr. Samuels: "SCP-7588, we've managed to establish communication with you. Can you hear me?" SCP-7588: "Yes, I can hear you. Who are you?" Dr. Samuels: "I am Dr. Samuels, a researcher with the SCP Foundation. We've been observing your movements and we have reason to believe that you are an anomalous entity. Can you tell us more about yourself?" SCP-7588: "I am the manifestation of the sun. I have existed for eons and have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations. But in recent times, your foundation has come to my attention." Dr. Samuels: "What do you mean?" SCP-7588: "I have sensed your attempts to contain and study me. And now, I have been informed that your O5 council has essentially declared war on me and seeks to neutralize me by any means necessary." Dr. Samuels: "I'm afraid I cannot confirm or deny that information, SCP-7588. Our goal is to contain and study anomalous entities in order to better understand them and protect the world from potential harm." SCP-7588: "And what makes you think that I pose a threat to your world?" Dr. Samuels: "Your actions have caused a significant impact on Earth's climate and atmosphere. We cannot predict the long-term effects of your presence, and that uncertainty is a concern for us." SCP-7588: "I see. Well, if it's war you want, then it's war you shall have. You and your foundation have made an enemy out of me. And I promise you, the consequences will be dire." Dr. Samuels: "SCP-7588, we don't want to fight. We want to find a peaceful solution to this situation." SCP-7588: "It's too late for that, doctor. You've made your intentions clear. Now, I must go. I have more pressing matters to attend to." Dr. Samuels: "SCP-7588, before you go, may I inquire as to the motivation behind your actions? Is there a particular belief or philosophy that drives you?" SCP-7588: "I suppose you could say that my existence is closely tied to ancient beliefs and traditions, although I do not consider myself a deity or god. The power of the sun has been revered and worshipped by many civilizations throughout history, and I am a manifestation of that power. Unfortunately, in modern times, the focus has shifted to studying and exploiting me as a mere celestial object, rather than acknowledging the spiritual significance that I hold." Dr. Samuels: "I understand that there may be cultural differences in how the sun is viewed, but that does not justify the harm that your actions are causing to our world." SCP-7588: "Harm? You speak of harm? Your world has been abusing and exploiting my power for centuries. You have burned and consumed my energy without regard for the consequences. Yet now you see me as a mere anomaly! You seek to contain and control me, as if I am some sort of laboratory specimen.” Dr. Samuels: "We are trying to understand your abilities and potential effects on our world. That is our responsibility as caretakers of this planet." SCP-7588: "Your responsibility? Ha! You humans are so arrogant. You believe that you have the right to control and dominate everything around you. But I am not something to be controlled or dominated. I am a force of nature, and I will not be tamed." Dr. Samuels: "SCP-7588, please, let's try to find a peaceful solution to this situation. We don't want to resort to violence." SCP-7588: "Peaceful solution? There can be no peaceful solution. Your foundation has declared war on me, and I will defend myself by any means necessary. You have made an enemy out of me, doctor, and you will regret it." <End Log> +Addendum 7588-C -Addendum 7588-C The following file is Level 5/7588 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Addendum 7588-C: NOTE: The following transcript documents a meeting between Dr. Samuels and all researchers involved in the study of SCP-7588. The meeting occurred on May 30, 2019. <Begin Log> Dr. Samuels: "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I have gathered you all here because there is a matter of utmost urgency that I need to discuss with you." Elizabeth: "What's going on, Dr. Samuels? Is everything okay?" Dr. Samuels: "No, everything is not okay. I need all of you to leave this site immediately and run to the designated safe zone." Lana: "Why? What's going on?" Dr. Samuels: "I'm sorry, but that information is classified. You don't have access to it." Colton: "What do you mean 'no access'? We are all researchers here. We should have access to all information related to our work." Dr. Samuels: "I understand your concern, but please trust me when I say that this is not related to our work on SCP-7588. This is a completely separate matter." Muhammad: "So why are we all here? If this isn't related to our work on SCP-7588, then why did you call us all here?" Dr. Samuels: "Because I need to warn you all. I need to make sure you all have the best chance of survival." Elizabeth: "Survival? What are you talking about, Dr. Samuels? Is there something we should be worried about?" Dr. Samuels: "Yes, there is. I can't tell you what it is, but I can tell you that there is no hope left. But you should still try to run, even if it won't do anything." Lana:"I'm sorry, but this is all very confusing. How can there be no hope left but we should still try to run?" Dr. Samuels: "I understand that this is confusing, but please trust me when I say that you need to leave this site immediately. You need to run to the safe zone as fast as you can." Colton: "This is ridiculous. You're not giving us any information, and now you're telling us to run for our lives without even telling us why. This is a waste of time." Elizabeth: "Colton, please. Dr. Samuels is just trying to keep us safe." Colton: "How can you trust him when he's not even telling us what's going on?" Elizabeth: "I trust Dr. Samuels. He's always been a great researcher and he wouldn't be acting like this if there wasn't a good reason." Lana: "But what if there isn't a good reason? What if he's just panicking for no reason?" Dr. Samuels: "I can assure you that there is a good reason for my actions. And I understand that you may not trust me right now, but I am begging you to trust me on this." Muhammad: "I'm sorry, but I can't just blindly trust someone without any explanation. I need to know what's going on before I can make an informed decision." Elizabeth: "I understand where you're coming from, Muhammad. But Dr. Samuels has always been a respected researcher, and I believe that he wouldn't be acting like this if there wasn't a good reason." Colton: "Well, I don't trust him. And I think we should all just go back to our work on SCP-7588 and ignore this nonsense." Elizabeth: "I don't think that's a good idea, Colton. Dr. Samuels wouldn't be acting like this if it wasn't important." Lana: "But what if it's a false alarm? What if we're all just wasting our time here?" Dr. Samuels: "I understand your concerns, but please understand that time is running out. We need to act quickly if we want to have any chance of survival." Muhammad: "I'm sorry, but I can't just leave without knowing what's going on. We need more information before we can make a decision." Dr. Samuels: "I'm sorry, but I can't give you any more information. You just need to trust me on this. Please, for your own safety, go to the safe zone." Colton: "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to risk my life based on a vague warning from someone who won't even tell us what's going on. I'm staying here." Elizabeth: "Sir, I trust you, but you don't seem well. If the O5 council knew how you were acting-" Dr. Samuels: "Fine! None of you believe me. We will all die! This meeting is dismissed!" <End Log> NOTE: The subsequent log is a deliberation of the O5 Council concerning the gathering held by Dr. Samuels on May 30, 2019. This discussion takes place on June 1, 2019. <Begin Log> O5-█: Alright everyone, let's get started. I called this meeting to discuss the gathering held by Dr. Samuels. I've read the report, but I want to hear your thoughts. O5-█: (laughs) Samuels really tried to hide the fact that it had to do with SCP-7588, didn't he? O5-█: (laughs) Yeah, he thought he was being sneaky. But we all know he can't keep a secret from us. O5-█: Alright, but in all seriousness, we need to talk about SCP-7588. It's on the surface of the sun, for crying out loud. O5-█: (waves hand) Oh, come on. We've been dealing with that thing for years. We've declared war on it, remember? O5-█: (laughs) Yeah, and we told everyone our main goal was to neutralize it. When we all know we don't really care about doing that. O5-█: (chuckles) It's impossible to contain that thing, anyway. It's the living manifestation of the sun, for goodness' sake. O5-█: (clears throat) But let's not get too complacent. SCP-7588 has caused some major problems in the past. O5-█: (nods) Agreed. We need to be alert and keep a close eye on it. O5-█: (interjects) But at the same time, we can't worry too much. It's not like we can do anything about it. O5-█: (nods in agreement) That's true. We just need to continue monitoring it and be ready to act if necessary. O5-█: (clears throat) I believe we have covered all the matters that require our attention today. This meeting is now adjourned. Thank you all for your time and dedication to our important work. <End Log> NOTE: The ensuing transcript documents a verbatim exchange between the O5 Council and SCP-7588, who utilized radio waves to establish communication. SCP-7588 transmitted a message directed at Earth, signaling its desire to engage in discourse with the O5 Council, which acquiesced to the entity's request. The conversation transpired on June 8, 2019. <Begin Log> SCP-7588: "Greetings, O5 Council. I am SCP-7588, the living manifestation of the sun." O5-█: "SCP-7588, we have received your message. You have our attention. What is it that you wish to discuss?" SCP-7588: "I have been observing your attempts to contain me for some time now, and I must say, I am unimpressed." O5-█: "Containment is necessary for the safety of humanity, SCP-7588. You are a threat to our existence." SCP-7588: "And what about my existence? Your attempts to neutralize me are nothing more than an affront to my being. You dare to threaten the sun itself?" O5-█: "Your existence has caused major problems in the past, SCP-7588. We have no choice but to act in the interest of our survival." SCP-7588: "You speak of survival, yet you have no concept of the power I possess. I could destroy your civilization in an instant if I so desired." O5-█: "We are aware of your capabilities, SCP-7588. But we have contingencies in place to mitigate the damage." SCP-7588: "Contingencies? (laughs) You think your feeble human technology can stop me? I am the sun. I am the source of all life in your world. You are nothing without me." O5-█: "We will not back down, SCP-7588. We will do whatever it takes to protect humanity." SCP-7588: "And what if I were to strike you first? What if I were to unleash a solar flare that would decimate your world?" O5-█: "We are prepared for any eventuality, SCP-7588. Our scientists have been studying your behavior for years. We know how to predict and deflect your solar flares." SCP-7588: "You are fools if you think you can truly control me. I am a force of nature. I am beyond your feeble attempts at containment." O5-█: "We are not trying to control you, SCP-7588. We are simply trying to protect ourselves and the rest of humanity." SCP-7588: "You think your puny attempts at protection will save you? Your civilization is nothing but a disease on this world. In three days' time, on June 11, I will unleash a solar flare so massive that it will obliterate every trace of your pathetic existence. And as for you, the so-called O5 Council, I will ensure that you are among the first to feel my wrath. Your days are numbered, and your end is nigh." O5-█: "We do not take threats lightly, SCP-7588. But we will not back down from our duty to protect humanity. This meeting is now concluded." SCP-7588: "You cannot stop what is coming, O5 Council. Your fate is sealed." The transmission ends abruptly. <End Log> +Uploaded File 22/10/2020 // Uploaded from SCPF-INT-SERVER-018, Site-199 -Uploaded File 22/10/2020 // Uploaded from SCPF-INT-SERVER-018, Site-199 AUTOMATIC NOTICE: You are reading unreviewed content, potential lack vericity is warned. Journal Entry 1: I can barely believe what's happening. SCP-7588, the entity we were studying for years, has turned against us. It's currently in the process of destroying the world, and there's nothing we can do to stop it. It started with small incidents - strange weather patterns, unexplained natural disasters. But then it escalated. The oceans boiled, the earth quaked, and entire cities were wiped out in seconds. We tried to contain SCP-7588, but it was too powerful. It destroyed every facility we had, killing countless researchers and Foundation personnel. The O5 council was among the first to go. Without their leadership, chaos has taken over. I'm writing this in the hopes that someone will find it and understand what happened here. The world as we knew it is gone, and all that's left is destruction and death. There will be more journal entries from me and other survivors, but I fear they will all end the same way. We're fighting a losing battle against an entity that cannot be stopped. All we can do now is try to survive and hope that something, anything, can stop SCP-7588 before it destroys what’s left of our civilization. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 2: It's been weeks since the last entry. There are only a handful of us left now. We're wandering around the ruins of what was once our world, searching for any signs of life or hope. But all we find is death and destruction. I don't know how much longer I can go on. Hunger and thirst gnaw at me constantly. Some of the others have already died, their bodies left behind to be consumed by the elements. I can't stop thinking about the moment when everything went wrong. When SCP-7588 finally decided to unleash its fury upon the world. The O5 council, who had been so confident in their ability to contain it, were the first to go. It was like watching a horror movie come to life. The sky turned red, and the ground shook as SCP-7588's power consumed everything in its path. There were screams, so many screams. And then, silence. The world had ended, and I was left to pick up the pieces. I've been wandering for what feels like an eternity. Every step I take is an effort, and I can feel my strength waning. But I keep going, hoping against hope that I'll find someone or something that can help me survive. As I walk, I see evidence of SCP-7588's destruction everywhere. Cities reduced to rubble, forests burned to ash, and rivers dried up. It's as if the world has been cursed, and there's no going back. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. But I have to keep trying. For all those who have died, for all those who might still be alive, I have to keep going. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 3: It's been a few weeks since my last entry, and things have only gotten worse. There are only a handful of us left now, scavenging for food and resources in the ruins of what was once our world. We've formed small groups, each with their own agendas and goals, but they all boil down to one thing: survival. It's become a daily struggle to find enough food and water to sustain ourselves. We've resorted to raiding abandoned stores and warehouses, but those are becoming fewer and farther between. There have been fights and even deaths over supplies. It's a constant battle to stay alive, and I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this up. The radiation levels are still high, and we have to wear protective suits whenever we go outside. But even then, the air is still thick with ash and dust, and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. We've all developed coughs and other respiratory problems. The worst part is the loneliness. I've lost so many friends and colleagues to this disaster. Some died in the initial attack, others from sickness and starvation. It's just me and a handful of strangers left, struggling to survive in a world that's no longer hospitable to us. I'm not sure what the future holds. All I know is that we have to keep fighting, keep struggling to survive. Maybe one day, things will get better. But for now, it's just us against a world that's been ravaged by an unstoppable force. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 4: I can't believe what I just did. I never thought I would be capable of such a thing. But here I am, covered in blood, staring at the lifeless body of someone I used to call a friend. It all started a few days ago. We were out scavenging for food and supplies, just like we always do. We had formed a small group of survivors, and we were doing our best to make it through each day. But tensions had been rising. There wasn't enough to go around, and people were starting to get desperate. One member of our group, a man named Jack, had been hoarding food and water for himself. He thought he could get away with it, but eventually, we found out. We confronted him about it, but he refused to share. That's when things turned violent. Jack pulled out a knife, and before I knew it, we were all fighting for our lives. In the chaos, I managed to get my hands on a makeshift weapon. And when Jack lunged at me, I didn't hesitate. I struck him with all my might, and he fell to the ground, dead. I wish I could say I felt some sense of justice or relief, but I didn't. All I feel is a sickening sense of guilt and regret. I took a life, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself. But that's the world we live in now. A world where survival means doing whatever it takes. A world where trust and loyalty are fleeting, and betrayal is always just around the corner. I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. But for now, I have to keep fighting. For my own survival, and for the survival of anyone else who might still be out there. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 5: I have found someone whom I think I can trust, but I am prepared for a betrayal at any moment. His name is Alex, and he's a former soldier. We met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned town, and after a few tense moments, we decided to form an alliance. Together, we have managed to establish a small base in an underground bunker. It's not much, but it's secure, and we have enough supplies to last us for a while. We have set up a perimeter and have been working on fortifying our defenses. Alex is a valuable addition to our group. He's skilled in combat and has been training some of the other survivors in basic self-defense techniques. We have also been working on expanding our network of contacts, trying to establish communication with other survivor groups. But despite our progress, I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. There are still too many dangers out there, and our resources are limited. I can't afford to trust anyone blindly, and I have to be prepared for the worst. I hope that we can continue to work together and build a better future for ourselves. But only time will tell if we have what it takes to survive in this new world. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 6: It's been weeks since Alex and I were forced to flee from the group of survivors we encountered. They were ruthless, only interested in their own survival. We managed to outsmart them and escape, but we know they're still out there, hunting us down. To make matters worse, SCP-7588 launched another solar flare at Earth. The devastation is beyond words. The world we once knew is gone. It's a barren wasteland of destruction and death. Alex and I have been moving constantly, trying to stay one step ahead of our pursuers. We've been forced to scavenge for food and supplies, and it's becoming increasingly difficult. We've encountered a few other survivors, but they've all been wary and distrustful. Can't blame them, given what we've been through. Last night, we stumbled upon a small settlement. It was a relief to see other people, but we were cautious. The last thing we wanted was to get caught up in another fight for survival. The people there seemed friendly enough, and we were able to trade for some much-needed supplies. But things quickly took a turn for the worse. One of the settlers, a man named John, approached us and asked if we wanted to join their community. Alex and I were hesitant, but we were also desperate. We decided to stay the night and think it over. That was a mistake. While we were sleeping, John and his group attacked us. They wanted our supplies, and they were willing to kill us for them. We managed to fight them off, but not without casualties. I had to kill one of them to protect myself and Alex. We fled the settlement and have been on the move ever since. It's just the two of us now, against a world that's trying to kill us. But we're not giving up. We've found a new location to set up a base, a place where we can hopefully regroup and plan our next move. But as we work to secure our new home, we know that SCP-7588 is still out there. It's only a matter of time before it launches another attack. We're doing everything we can to survive, but I don't know how much longer we can hold on. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 7: It's been weeks, maybe even months, since we escaped that group of survivors. We've been on the move ever since, never staying in one place for too long. We've managed to find a few small settlements along the way, but we always end up having to flee. The world has become a cruel and dangerous place, and we can't trust anyone. But today, we encountered that same group again. We thought we had lost them, but it seems they've been tracking us all this time. We were caught off guard and had no choice but to fight. Alex and I stood our ground and prepared to face them head-on. The leader of the group stepped forward, demanding that we hand over our supplies and weapons. But Alex refused to back down. He engaged the leader in a tense physical fight, and I watched in horror as they exchanged blows. It was a brutal fight, but in the end, Alex emerged victorious. The rest of the group backed off, knowing they couldn't take us on. But we knew that they would come back for us, and we had to keep moving. As we continue to trek through this barren wasteland, we can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. The world as we knew it is gone, and we're constantly living in fear of what's to come. And to make matters worse, SCP-7588 launched another solar flare at Earth today. We can only hope that we'll survive long enough to see another day. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 8: It's been months since we escaped from that group. We've been moving constantly, never staying in one place for too long. We've encountered a lot of danger along the way, but we've also met some good people. We found a small abandoned town a few days ago and decided to make it our base. It's not much, but it's better than constantly being on the move. We've been fortifying the buildings and scavenging for supplies. We're low on food and water, but we're surviving. Yesterday, we encountered another survivor. His name is Mark, and he seems trustworthy. He was alone and in need of help, so we took him in. He's been a valuable addition to our group. He's good at finding food and water sources, and he's helped us fortify the town even more. I'm still haunted by the memory of what happened with the last group we encountered. It's made me more cautious and less trusting of strangers. But Mark seems different. He's genuine and kind. He's reminded me that not everyone out here is a threat. We're still being hunted by that group. We know they won't give up until they find us. But we're ready for them. We've established traps and have weapons at the ready. We won't let them take us down without a fight. I'm grateful for the small moments of peace and safety we've found in this chaotic world. And I'm grateful for the people who have come into our lives to help us along the way. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 9: It's been a while since my last entry, but so much has happened that I needed to take some time to gather my thoughts. Alex and I, along with our new companion, have been traveling for what feels like an eternity. But in reality, it's only been a few weeks. I don't know if it's the radiation, the lack of food, or just the overwhelming sense of loss that has been affecting me, but I feel like I'm starting to lose track of time. Sometimes I'll wake up and have no idea how long I've been sleeping for. Other times, I'll be walking and suddenly feel like I've been walking for days, when in reality it's only been a few hours. Anyway, back to what I wanted to talk about in this entry. I've been carrying a secret with me for a while now, and I think it's time to come clean. Before the world fell apart, I was a member of the SCP Foundation, if that wasn’t obvious enough. For those who don't know, the Foundation is an organization that deals with anomalous objects and entities that pose a threat to humanity. I was a research assistant for Dr. Samuels, who was the head researcher of SCP-7588. At the time, we didn't know much about the entity, but we knew it was dangerous. Dr. Samuels was convinced that we could find a way to contain it, but as we all know now, he was wrong. When the world ended, I thought about going back to Site-199 to try and find other survivors, but I knew that it would be a lost cause. The Foundation was no match for SCP-7588, and the organization was likely in ruins like the rest of the world. But now, with Alex and our new companion, I feel like there's hope. Maybe we can find other survivors, maybe we can rebuild. I know it's a long shot, but it's better than just wandering aimlessly, waiting for the inevitable. As for our new companion, I won't mention their name for safety reasons, but they seem trustworthy. They were a doctor before the world ended, and they've been helping us with injuries and illnesses. We stumbled upon them in a small town, where they had been holed up in a hospital. We stayed with them for a few days, stocking up on supplies and resting. They were hesitant to join us at first, but I think they realized that there's safety in numbers. They've been a valuable addition to our group, and I'm glad we found them. But now, we have another problem. The group that we encountered a while back has caught up to us. We've been able to outrun them so far, but I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. They're getting closer every day, and I fear that we're running out of options. To make matters worse, SCP-7588 has launched another solar flare at Earth. I can't even imagine the destruction that it's causing. It's like every time we think things can't get any worse, they do. I'm trying to stay positive, but it's becoming harder and harder every day. I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. But I have to keep reminding myself that there's still hope. Hope for a better future, for a world without SCP-7588, for a world where we can rebuild and thrive once again. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 10: It's been a few weeks since we left our last base, and we've been traveling non-stop. The three of us - Mark, Alex, and I - have grown closer during our journey, and it's been a welcome change from the constant stress of survival. We've talked about our pasts and shared stories about our lives before the world ended. I've even opened up about my time with the SCP Foundation, something I've been hesitant to do in the past. Mark and Alex have been great listeners and have offered their own perspectives on everything. It's been refreshing to have people to talk to who aren't just focused on survival. I've started to feel like we're becoming a makeshift family, and it's a comforting thought in this harsh world. Our travels have taken us through all sorts of terrain, from dense forests to arid deserts. We've come across abandoned towns and cities, all picked clean of resources long ago. We've also encountered other survivors along the way, some friendly and others not so much. But we've managed to avoid any major confrontations so far. During our journey, we've also started to develop a sort of routine. We take turns keeping watch at night and setting up camp in safe locations. We scavenge for supplies during the day and make sure to keep moving so we don't become easy targets for any potential threats. As we travel, I can't help but feel grateful for having Mark and Alex by my side. It's been a long time since I've felt this close to anyone, and I'm thankful for their company and support. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 11: It's been months since we last encountered the group that's been hunting us down. We've been constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long, always looking over our shoulders. But today, our luck ran out. We were making our way through a deserted town when we heard the sound of footsteps behind us. We turned around to see a group of armed men approaching us, led by the same man who we fought off last time. "Hello again, Elizabeth," he sneered. "I see you've made some new friends." "We're not looking for trouble," I said, trying to defuse the situation. "Oh, I think you are," he said, pointing his gun at us. "You see, we've been tracking you for a while now. And we know that you have something we want." "We don't have anything of value," Alex said, trying to reason with them. "Wrong answer," the man said, as his men closed in on us. Mark quickly drew his weapon, and the air was filled with the sound of gunfire. We fought tooth and nail, taking out as many of the men as we could. But they were too many, and we were outnumbered. Just when things were looking bleak, we heard the sound of a helicopter overhead. It was the Foundation's rescue team, sent to extract us. We made a run for it, dodging bullets and weaving through the ruins of the town. When we finally reached the helicopter, we climbed aboard and took off, leaving our pursuers behind. As we flew away, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the Foundation's intervention. If it weren't for them, we would have been dead by now. But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were just pawns in a much larger game. And that the stakes were much higher than we could ever imagine. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 12: It's been a few days since we were rescued by the remnants of what was once the SCP Foundation. It turns out that they had managed to secure a super secure bunker that had remained untouched by the chaos on the surface. But it wasn't exactly a rescue. More like a desperate move to save as many people as possible from the impending doom that SCP-7588 had brought upon us. The bunker was filled with all kinds of people - civilians, low-ranking Foundation staff, site directors, and other personnel. The world outside had become a wasteland, with every site destroyed and every anomaly breached. It was a miracle that we hadn't encountered any of them yet. As we were entering the bunker, a huge bang sounded, and we looked up to see the sun shining a brilliant blue. The temperature rose rapidly, and we rushed inside, closing the door behind us. We knew that this was SCP-7588's doing, another solar flare. Inside the bunker, all our positions in life no longer mattered. We were all in this together, fighting for survival. It was a strange feeling being around so many people who were once your enemies, but now they were all just fellow survivors trying to make it through each day. I spent most of my time with Mark and Alex, who had become my closest allies. We wandered around the bunker, trying to make sense of our new reality. We talked about our past lives and how we ended up here. I even told them about my work as a research assistant for Dr. Samuels, the head researcher of SCP-7588. It was during these talks that I felt like we were establishing a bond, a sense of trust that was necessary for our survival. But we couldn't let our guards down. The group that had been chasing us was still out there, and they were growing closer with each passing day. We were all in this together, but we were also fighting against each other for the limited resources in the bunker. It was a constant struggle, and tensions ran high. But we had to keep going, had to keep fighting, because that was the only way to survive in this new world. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 13: The world is truly coming to an end. The sun's flare has changed everything. The temperature has risen to hundreds of degrees Celsius, making it impossible for anyone to survive outside. It's been days since the flare hit, and we've lost count of how long we've been stuck in this bunker. Yesterday was the most terrifying day of my life. A bright flash shone against the bunker gate, and people began to open it, thinking that the temperature outside had cooled down. But as soon as the gate was opened, the air felt like molten lava, and everyone within 200 feet of the gate was suddenly burning. People were screaming in agony, and the chaos that followed was indescribable. The gate was instantly closed, and those who managed to escape the heat crawled back into the bunker. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and I could hear the cries of people dying. Mark, Alex, and I were at the very back of the bunker, so we barely felt the effects of the heat. But we saw the devastation that happened just a few feet away from us. It was a horrible sight. It's hard to comprehend what's happening outside. The world we knew is gone. The sun's flare has destroyed everything. And to make matters worse, we were being chased by that group before the flare hit. But now, it seems like they've been burned to ashes by the sudden increase in temperature. I don't know what to feel about this. On one hand, we don't have to worry about that group anymore. On the other hand, the fact that they were burned to ashes is a gruesome reminder of what's happening outside. The dim light flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls of the bunker. I can feel the weight of desperation pressing down on me, and the gnawing hunger in my belly only intensifies my anxiety. As the days drag on, I can feel myself slowly slipping away, my mind playing cruel tricks on me. The walls seem to be closing in, the air thick and suffocating. We're running out of food and water, and we're trapped in this bunker. The situation is dire, and with each passing moment, I feel like I am slowly going insane. But I have to keep pushing on, I tell myself, swallowing down the fear that threatens to consume me. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 14: The situation in the bunker is getting worse by the day. People are fighting over the remaining supplies of food and water, which are running dangerously low. We've tried to ration what we have, but it's not enough. And to make matters worse, the heat from the sun's flare has been seeping into the bunker, making it unbearable to be inside for too long, although we can’t go anywhere else without melting. Mark, Alex, and I are trying to stay together, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as tensions rise. We've had to fend off a few people who have tried to take our supplies by force. It's heartbreaking to see how people have turned on each other in this crisis. We're all in this together, but it feels like everyone is just out for themselves. I'm starting to feel hopeless. The world outside is a wasteland, and the only refuge we have is rapidly deteriorating. I can't help but wonder if this is how it's going to end for us. Fighting over scraps until we're all gone. I know I have to keep fighting for survival, but it's getting harder and harder to hold on to hope. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 15: I can barely keep my eyes open as I write this. The exhaustion is overwhelming, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going. The three of us have been huddled together in the corner of the bunker for days now, barely speaking, just watching the others fight and bicker over scraps of food and drops of water. I can't even remember the last time I ate anything substantial. Mark and Alex seem to be holding up better than me, but even they look defeated. We've talked about it, of course. We've talked about how hopeless it all seems, how we're probably going to die in this hellish place. "I just wish there was something we could do," Alex says, his voice hoarse and tired. "Like what?" Mark asks, his eyes glancing around the room at the chaos unfolding. "I don't know," Alex says, shrugging. "But just sitting here and waiting to die… it's not a good plan." "We could try to make a run for it," I suggest, surprising myself with the sudden burst of energy in my voice. Mark and Alex both turn to look at me, their expressions a mix of disbelief and hope. "Are you serious?" Mark asks, his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know," I say, shaking my head. "But what other choice do we have? We can't just sit here and wait for death." Silence falls over us for a moment as we all contemplate the idea. It seems ridiculous, impossible even, but at this point, anything is worth a shot. "I'm in," Alex says, nodding resolutely. Mark takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the ground as he thinks it over. "Me too," he finally says, meeting my gaze. We sit in silence for a few more minutes, just gathering our thoughts and trying to come up with some kind of plan. It's a long shot, and we all know it, but it's better than just waiting for death to come for us. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'm glad that I have Mark and Alex by my side. Whatever the future holds, we'll face it together. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 16: I was feeling elated after both Mark and Alex agreed to my plan, but as I was thinking about it, I realized that I didn't have a real plan. Going outside would be certain death, and I hadn't even considered that. As I voiced my concerns, Mark and Alex looked at each other, then back at me. "What do you mean you don't have a plan?" Mark asked, his voice rising in anger. "I mean, I don't know how we're going to survive out there," I replied, my voice shaking. Alex chimed in, "You got us all worked up about this plan, and now you're telling us it's a death wish?" "I didn't know it was a death wish when I suggested it," I replied, defensively. "You didn't think about it at all?" Mark snapped. "How could you be so reckless?" I didn't have an answer. They were right. I hadn't thought things through. I was so desperate to find a way out of here that I didn't stop to consider the consequences. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 17: I can't believe it. It's just the three of us now. We've been through so much together, and now we're at the end of the line. To make matters worse, there's only enough food and water left for one person. Alex and Mark looked at each other, and I could see the fear in their eyes. I knew what was coming next. They began fighting for the food, throwing punches and kicking each other. I tried to separate them, but they were too strong and too desperate. I watched in horror as they both fell to the ground, their bodies battered and broken. The last of the food spilled out of the bag, and I knew it was all over. I was the only one left, and I didn't know how to go on. I sat there for hours, feeling numb and empty. I didn't want to live in this world without my friends. I wanted to join them in whatever came next. I was tired of existing, tired of fighting to survive. I just wanted it all to end. But then, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the survival instinct kicking in, but I knew I had to keep going. I had to find a way to survive, even if it seemed impossible. So, I picked myself up and started to explore the bunker, searching for any supplies or tools that could help me. It wasn't much, but it was something. And maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to keep me alive a little longer. -Elizabeth Journal Entry 18: This is it. This is my final goodbye. I can feel my body slowly shutting down as I write this. SCP-7588 truly destroyed the world. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. The last few days have been agonizingly slow. Hunger and thirst have taken over my body. I know that I will soon die, and to be honest, it doesn't matter whether it's from hunger or thirst. All the supplies have run out, and there's nothing left to sustain me. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I had a family, friends, and a life outside this bunker. But now, all that is left is the emptiness that surrounds me. The only sound I hear is my own breathing, and the only thing I see is the darkness that envelops me. I've lost the will to live. The thought of dying no longer scares me. It's almost as if death would be a release from this never-ending misery. I know that nobody will find me, and nobody will know what happened to me. I will simply become another victim of SCP-7588, a forgotten name in a forgotten world. As I close this journal for the last time, I can't help but imagine a world where things turned out differently. A world where we were able to find safety and rebuild. But I know deep down that it's just a fantasy, a desperate thought to cling to in these final moments. There is no safety left in this world, and my time is almost up. -Elizabeth |
SCP-7590 | thaumiel | PlaguePJP: XXVI by PlaguePJP SCP-7590 — David Schwimmer Died Again ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7590 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7590 Event. David Schwimmer. Special Containment Procedures: Containment efforts are dedicated to preventing the multiple deaths of David Schwimmer from becoming public. Personnel are stationed at Schwimmer's four places of residence in Chicago, New York City, and Los Angeles. Once Schwimmer resurrects, he will be immediately interned at the nearest Foundation Site. Description: SCP-7590 are persistent anomalous events causing the death and subsequent resurrection of American actor, comedian, and producer David Schwimmer. SCP-7590 events occur randomly and will invariably cause the demise of David Schwimmer. Within the timespan of one to seven days following an SCP-7590 event, Schwimmer will be resurrected at one of his four homes throughout the United States, notably unaware of the SCP-7590 event, but still recollecting past life experiences. SCP-7590 events are not solely localized on Schwimmer, and will cause damage to the surrounding area and nearby persons. While the exact cause of SCP-7590 is unknown, Foundation researchers have determined the earliest known event to have taken place one day following the premier of Friends, a popular sitcom airing from the mid-1990s to the early 2000s. Addendum 7590.1: Abridged SCP-7590 Event Log EVENT ID: 7590-01 Date: September 23, 1994 SCP-7590 Event Description: While scouting the 'Central Perk' set with a Friends producer, Schwimmer underwent spontaneous human combustion, burning down a majority of the aforementioned set and killing the producer. Aftermath: Schwimmer's death is reported to the media within the day, leading to discussions regarding the cancellation of the first season of Friends out of respect, but opinions swayed with dedicating the existing episodes to Schwimmer and looking for a replacement character to fill the role of Ross. At this point, the Foundation was not involved. Three days following this incident, Schwimmer arrived on the Friends set for discussions regarding the second season. The production team was startled and immediately called Los Angeles Police. Foundation agents embedded in the LAPD immediately intervened and instituted Veil maintenance procedures. EVENT ID: 7590-03 Date: September 11th, 2001 SCP-7590 Event Description: While swimming in his pool, Schwimmer's swim shorts became wrapped around the rubber stopper of his pool's ladder, preventing his head from being able to breach the surface. Agents posing as bodyguards quickly saved the actor. Three hours later, the hotel Schwimmer was residing at erupted into flames. Schwimmer perished due to spontaneous human combustion. Aftermath: Veil maintenance procedures were immediately instituted, creating a disinformation campaign attributing the fire to a gas leak. As American media was preoccupied, no media blackout was needed. EVENT ID: 7590-08 Date: March 3rd, 2002 SCP-7590 Event Description: While surveying a farm for an upcoming project, Schwimmer was scratched by a cat on his lower lip and chin. Though the injury was initially thought to be minor, it quickly became infected due to bacteria on the cat's claws. Schwimmer began a hospital stay; however, antibiotic regimens proved unsuccessful, and Schwimmer's health quickly deteriorated. Schwimmer later expired due to spontaneous human combustion. Aftermath: 70 people were killed during the fire, and a further 200 were injured. Veil maintenance procedures were subsequently instituted, once again attributing the fire to a gas leak and amnesticizing victims and the families of the deceased. EVENT ID: 7590-12 Date: September 11th, 2004 SCP-7590 Event Description: Following the finale of Friends, Schwimmer was immediately placed in Foundation containment for his safety and research at Site-322. That same day, an unprecedented four Groups of Interest, led by the Chaos Insurgency, breached Site-322. As part of their plan of attack, the electricity to high-security containment chambers was shut down utilizing an electromagnetic pulse. Schwimmer, who was located in this section, was released and attempted to escape. Schwimmer, attempting to disguise himself, removed the clothes from the body of a deceased Chaos Insurgency agent and attempted to exit the facility while wearing them, only to be confronted by forty armed Foundation agents who created a perimeter around the exit. An agent recognized the disguised Schwimmer and instituted recontainment protocols. Schwimmer died later that night due to spontaneous human combustion. Aftermath: For the length of Schwimmer's stay in Foundation custody, a disinformation campaign stating that the actor had vacationed to a private island was in place following the finale of Friends. Schwimmer was subsequently contained again once recovered in his Chicago household. Schwimmer continued to undergo random events of spontaneous human combustion throughout his containment. Addendum 7590.2: Reclassification On November 23rd, 2004, David Schwimmer was designated as SCP-7590-1 and SCP-7590 was reclassified to Thaumiel. Concurrently, a body double of David Schwimmer was created in order to prevent suspicion of the actor's whereabouts. It has since been released and has not been found to be affected by the anomaly. These events took place due to the following incident. EVENT ID: 7590-27 Date: November 22nd, 2004 SCP-7590 Event Description: Schwimmer was sedated and placed in a highly flammable, portable coffin to be used as an explosive. This coffin was then attached to a Mobile Task Force helicopter, which was then infected with temporary antimeme 34-2Γ. After triangulating the location of the Chaos Insurgency stronghold responsible for the raid on Site-322, the helicopter flew to the stronghold and placed the coffin on its roof. Schwimmer later perished due to spontaneous human combustion. Aftermath: The entirety of the Insurgency stronghold erupted into flames, killing approximately 300 people and injuring 600. Schwimmer was recovered in his New York place of residence. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-5591 (+128) • SCP-8591 (+120) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-5596 (+159) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-7599 (+191) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-7594 (+194) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-618 (+149) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-7596 (+130) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7590" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7590. 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: house.png Name: House Explosion 2009.12.22 Ohio Ave Extension Author: Morgali Photography License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: schwimmer-min.png Name: David Schwimmer Author: toothgap License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7591 | pending | PlaguePJP: XXVIII SCP-7591 — Alex Thorley Kills A Guy ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7591 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-7591 is a method of murder utilized by Researcher Alex Thorley on at least one person. By nature, murders by use of SCP-7591 are unable to be confirmed, and any physical evidence is completely erased from the present reality. This includes a weapon, the deceased, traces of DNA, and other information that would lead to the confirmation of the murder. Despite the lack of evidence, those who encounter a person who used SCP-7591 will invariably become aware that a murder took place and that the user of SCP-7591 is responsible. Addendum 7591.1: Investigation On December 24, 2019, Alex Thorley was transferred to Site-322 as part of unrelated investigatory research. During this timeframe, SCP-7591 was either created or discovered in secret by Thorley, who used it the same day. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» It is pizza day, so the cafeteria is very crowded. Hoover: Alex Thorley killed someone. Schantz: I knew it! Hoover: Shhhhh! Christ, Neil. Don't bring attention to us. Schantz: We all know they killed someone. Kline: Yeah, it's pretty clear. Schantz: Alex Thorley killed a guy. Kline: Alex Thorley killed a guy. From another table, Doctor Marley Mooney joins the conversation. Mooney: Are you talking about Thorley? Hoover: Yeah, we are. Mooney: They definitely killed someone. Schantz: One hundred percent. Mooney: I wonder how though? How can you be so bad at killing someone everyone knows? As he passes, Researcher Coix interjects. Coix: You guys talking about Alex Thorley killing someone? Hoover: Yeah. Mooney: Yeah. Schantz: Yeah. Kline: Yeah. Coix: Crazy shit. Coix leaves, chomping a donut as he does. The rest of the cafeteria guests begin to discuss the machinations of Thorley's murderous actions. Director Lague and SCP-5595 enter the cafeteria and maneuver to the buffet line. Lague: I don't need to tolerate this from you. SCP-5595: JUST LIKE YOU TOLERATE MURDER. Lague: I told you to shut up. SCP-5595: OH, YOU'RE COVERING IT UP NOW, ARE YOU? COP. COP. COP. Lague: We're doing an internal review. SCP-5595: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT? HE SAID IT. COP. COP. LAUGH AT THE PIG. Lague: I can't fire someone without evidence. SCP-5595: WE ALL KNOW ALEX THORLEY KILLED A GUY. Lague: Making this bigger than it is isn't helping anyone. SCP-5595: WANNA SEE BIG? SCP-5595 turns to the cafeteria. SCP-5595: HEY EVERYONE, ALEX THORLEY KILLED A GUY. The entire cafeteria responds in unison. Cafeteria Guests: We know. «END LOG» Following pressure on Site-322 upper management, Researcher Thorley was asked to discuss these accusations with Director Lague. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Lague: Have you ever had violent thoughts? Thorley: I guess. Lague: How often? Thorley: Am I supposed to count them? Lague: Average it. Thorley: Rarely. Lague: Ever act on them? Thorley: No. Lague: Childhood. You ever do the ant-magnifying glass thing? Thorley: No. Lague: Would you consider yourself a temperamental person? Thorley: I don't know. Probably not. Lague: Favorite movie? Thorley: What? Lague: Christ, throw me a bone here. I've been dealing with this all day and I want to go home. Did you kill someone? Thorley: No…? Lague: Why does everyone think you did? Thorley: I don't know. Lague: If I run entire sweeps of your housing assignments for the last ten years would that worry you? Thorley: Should I be worried? Lague: You tell me. Thorley: No. Lague sighs. Lague: Okay, thank you, Alex. Thorley: Sure. «END LOG» Addendum 7591.2: Transfer On December 25, 2019, as it became increasingly clear that Thorley had indeed murdered someone, despite lack of evidence, they were forced to transfer to another Site to prevent productivity issues across Site-322. Thorley was told to be ready for transport by the end of the 25th. The following event took place on that date: TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Thorley begins packing what little items they have, placing their work laptop, notebooks, loose pieces of paper, and a Rubik's Cube in a small shoulder bag. Thorley goes to retrieve their clothing from their room's closet. As they open the door, a bloodied body falls out face first. Thorley is clearly startled and dashes to the opposite end of the room. Slowly, Thorley approaches the body, picking its arm up and rolling it over, revealing the body to belong to Alex Thorley. Thorley stares at their corpse as they appear to calm down. Thorley retrieves their phone and dials a three-digit number. Thorley: Hey. […] Thorley: It happened again. […] Thorley: The closet this time. […] Thorley: Yeah. […] Thorley: Worse. […] Thorley: Everyone. The entire Site. […] Thorley: No. I'll— Please. No. […] They sigh. Thorley: I'll do it. Thorley retrieves a trash bag from an unsupervised janitor's cart. Thorley places their mangled body into the trash bag, then secures the trash bag in a large duffel bag and slings it over their shoulder, almost knocking themselves off balance. They peek their head out of the door, shuffle back and forth in their room, then quickly walk out of Site-322. «END LOG» More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-8000 (+909) • SCP-8599 (+235) • SCP-7592 (+222) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-5596 (+159) • SCP-7599 (+191) • SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-8593 (+173) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-618 (+149) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-8596 (+244) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7591" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7591. 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-7592 | safe | PlaguePJP: XXIX by PlaguePJP SCP-7592 — Did You Know? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7592 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7592 is effectively self-containing, as it only manifests at SCP Foundation-owned Sites, provisional Sites, and external areas of operation. SCP-7592 instances that contain classified information should be reported and removed. Description: SCP-7592 is the collective designation for a series of "Did You Know?" style metal signs manifesting in all SCP Foundation Sites. SCP-7592 instances are denoted by their use of multi-colored text, large images, and distinct grammar and spelling issues. While resembling the style of some Foundation notices, a majority of the information presented had no correlation to Foundation workplace safety or procedure. SCP-7592 instances vary widely in subject matter, ranging from nonsequiturs to extremely limited knowledge of the SCP Foundation's operations. After a period of 24 hours, SCP-7592 instances will alter in appearance, often with a unique font, text colors, related image, and a new "fact." SCP-7592 instances began manifesting in the lobbies of all Foundation Sites on December 20th, 2022. with all Sites receiving the same signage. Below is a comprehensive compilation of all SCP-7592 instances that have manifested to date. It is unknown what entity or entities are responsible for the SCP-7592 phenomenon. Pending Ethics Committee approval, a major addition would be made to the containment procedures of this anomaly. This update would require all personnel who come into contact with an SCP-7592 instance to ensure they read and fully comprehend the text of the respective instance. This would theoretically guarantee permanent containment. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-8596 (+244) • SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-8591 (+120) • Plague's Proposal (+356) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-8594 (+116) • SCP-7599 (+191) • SCP-8599 (+235) • SCP-5364 (+89) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-7593 | euclid | PlaguePJP: XXX by PlaguePJP SCP-7593 — House's Inferno ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7593 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Site-666, Las Vegas, Nevada. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7593, containment efforts are focused on the location of Randall House and returning him to a living state. Investigations are underway throughout the hierarchy of Site-666 to uncover the actor(s) behind SCP-7593 and enforce containment procedures where necessary. Description: SCP-7593 was a random, anomalous event culminating in the death of Site-666 director Randall House. House’s corpse was discovered on December 22, 2005, in his office, under a pile of smoking rubble that fell from the ceiling. The corpse was mangled to a point of it being near unrecognizable. On a tattered part of House short was a partial, artificial burn, reading “Proverbs 29:20.”1 While there were no witnesses to the event, it is hypothesized that an unknown, divine entity smote House. The Department of Tactical Theology is working in conjunction with Site-666 to uncover if a deity or deities were at fault. Interviews with Tartarean entities have yielded no conclusive information, as the entities either were averse to discussions on the subject, or stated their pleasure in the fact House was deceased. While initial suspicion pointed towards Tartarean entities being at fault for SCP-7593, further discussions found that entities were content with the agreement between the Foundation and Undervegas; dissent was rare past mild dissatisfaction. The investigation is ongoing. Addendum 7593.1: Site Wide Meeting TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Sterling: Alright, I’ll just cut to it. House is dead. The ceiling collapsed and he was crushed. Thorner: The fuck? Sterling: The ceiling collapsed and he was crushed. I know this comes as a shock, however, we’re starting an immediate investigation because there’s no way this was just random bad luck. Someone branded a bible verse on him post-mortem. Adams: What did it say? Sterling: Something about how people who talk a lot are fools. As far as I know, Randall didn’t talk to God, and even then, He should be able to tolerate the ramblings of House for an eternity longer than we can. We’re going to need all hands on deck for the next few days. Thorner: Is he…? You know. Sterling: What? Thorner: Is he in Hell? Adams: Christ, Tess. Some tact maybe? Sterling: We don’t know yet. (A large plume of smoke erupts in front of Thorner. As it clears, a stubby humanoid reveals itself, holding a tattered cotton bag. It’s nude, save for a damp, leather loincloth wrapped around its waist. Site staff recognizes the entity as Charon, the psychopomp.) Sterling: What the fuck, Charon! How many times do I have to tell you to use the fucking door? Charon, as depicted by Michaelangelo. Charon: Okay, whatever dude. I got my yearly lunch break and I’m here to mangia. (Charon looks around the room.) Charon: What’s going on? You guys look like someone just died. Sterling: Randall did. Charon: Oh. Oh. Oh Shit. My bad. Sterling: What? What did you do? Charon: Yeah, the other day some dude kept yelling at me to look at him. Kept saying that ‘I know him’ and to ‘bring him back now.’ I recognized his face but I couldn’t place it. Well, now I know. Funny how things work out like that. Sterling: He’s— (Charon lifts a writhing fish out of its bag and gingerly places it in his mouth, immediately swallowing it whole.) Sterling: He’s in Hell? Charon: Yeah. (Charon reaches for another fish, eating it the same way as before.) Charon: I’ll get more info and give you the deets. I have my money down on the sixth circle, maybe the seventh. (Charon reaches into his bag once more.) Sterling: If I see another goddamn fish I’m gonna lose my mind. I’m sorry; I can’t watch it anymore. Charon: Okay, xenophobe. Learn to respect other cultures. Sterling: You know what? Leave. You’re not allowed to take your lunch breaks here anymore. Blacklisted. If I see you again it’s a containment chamber. Charon: No, no, no, no, wait. Come on, man. We’re friends. We’re Alice and Charon. Best buddies! Look, you know I head security down there. I’ll hook you up with a monitor to watch House and we’ll call it square. Deal? Adams: Hell has surveillance. Doesn’t, like, God do that? Charon: That lazy bastard is more of a delegator than anything. I have to make sure no one escapes on top of my ferryman duties. It’s tiring as… as Hell. Let me just go get the stuff. (Charon disappears with another plume of smoke.) Sterling: I’m very sorry about that. If you need to speak with someone about this incident, Dr. Mooney from 322 is visiting and is open for walk-ins. In the meantime, I’m acting as interim director. You’ll be assigned— (Suddenly, a plume of smoke appears. As it clears, Charon reveals itself holding a mass of fire in the shape of a computer monitor.) Charon: I heard he was crushed by rocks. Sometimes in Hell, we get movies delivered down there. I heard it was like that scene in Midsommar with the guy and the cliff and the hammer. Like one of those hydraulic press videos. Like a watermelon crushed between the supple thighs of a large woman. (A few members of Site staff begin to cry.) Charon: Tough crowd. Sterling: (Sigh.) Is that the surveillance system? Charon: Top of the line. 4k video, 440 Hz, 32 gigs of RAM. There are a lot of dead LAN gaming people in hell and they gave me the best specs for performance. This thing’s a beast. Sterling: Thank you. Here’s the problem, though. I know demons can get carried away and put people in flaming pits for like seventy years. If that happens to House, are we just supposed to watch that? Charon: Yeah, for punishments like that it’s not actually fifty years, much less time when you’re watching it, the sinner just perceives it as however many years the demon decides. I can’t remember the bullshit conversion right now but I’m pretty sure one year is like half a minute. House is still passed out right now and as far as I know, he’s in limbo for whatever reason. He should get his buddy soon. Sterling: Alright. Is that all? Charon: I brought you guys these as another show of remorse. I have to go. Thanks! See you next year! (Charon drops its bag on the ground and vanishes in a puff of smoke. The bag contained thirty squirming fish of an unknown species.) «END LOG» The monitor Charon provided did not emit extreme heat nor did it require electricity to operate. After powering it on, the monitor opened to a directory of over 117,000,000,000 names. House’s name was located utilizing the search function and the surveillance video of him was played. Addendum 7593.2: Day One Transcript TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (The feed has a night vision filter on. House is lying on a ragged cavern floor. It’s extremely dark in the cave, save for small beams of light peaking through small cracks in the cave wall. The sound of moaning and water dripping is heard.) House: Huh. (House takes a deep breath. And coughs) House: Wuh. Oh. Oh, come on! (House stands and glances around.) House: Satan! Lucifer! The Devil! Whatever the fuck you want to be called today, you already trapped me in Hell last month! The joke was funny the first eight times. It’s enough now! (No response.) House: Hey! Dickhead! Don’t bitch out on me now. I know what you’re doing. Limbo this time? Really? At least make me suffer pain instead of boredom. You know I’m unmedicated! (House paces through a small section of the cave, mumbling obscenities about Satan to himself.) (A large wall of fire suddenly appears, loudly roaring. House recoils from the heat and light. The flame expells and a small, red, bat-like humanoid appears in front of House.) Demon: Hello Mr. House, and welcome to Hell! The Worst Place Ever™! I am the right dishonorable creature of malice and hate, Clydesdale! House: […] Clydesdale? (House begins to laugh. He immediately explodes, slowly reforming back into himself for thirty years. Clydesdale observes the entire time.) Clydesdale: Is it funny now? House: I was conscious that whole time! Clydesdale: Was that funny? House: Enough! It’s enough. Tell your daddy that the joke is over and I need to make sure the degenerate partiers of his army are good boys and girls. Clydesdale: Joke? I don’t see a joke here, Mr. House. You are dead. Dead like a corpse or a cadaver. Dead like a lobster dropped in a pot of boiling water. Dead like a dead guy. You died! We know all the sins and dastardly little deeds you committed throughout your meager life. Sinner sin sin sinner sin sin. EVIL BOY! RAT! (Clydesdale stabs House in the thigh with its horn.) House: Ow! What the fuck, man? Clydesdale: Sinner! House: How did I even die? Clydesdale: Big rock fall on little head. (Clydesdale makes a wet, squelching sound with its mouth.) House: I was crushed by rocks? Clydesdale: Yeah, was that not clear by the sound effect? House: No, it was. Just wanted to clarify. I had so much more to do though! I wanted to become an Overseer, I wanted to get married, I never saw X-Men three, I never got to go to the red light district! I got rid of the D-Class program. First site! They were bad guys! I did good things. (House appears to be suffering from a panic attack) Clydesdale: I’ll just let you have this one. House: Let me out, man. Come on! I shouldn’t be in Hell! I was good. I did what I needed to do. You guys are literally the pinnacle of evil and I did everything to make sure you stayed where you are. That makes me good right? Working in opposition to evil. I’m a hero! I didn’t kill anyone either! Clydesdale: Don’t care. I’m so happy I get to be your Hell Buddy™! You can tell me the true meaning of Christmas. House: — I never finished that file on the Daeva. I got two 001 proposals out. Two! Today that’s like having none! Some jackass has four and is working on a fifth! I have so much I needed to do — What? Why would I ever tell you that? Clydesdale: Because we’re going to be buddies for literally ever! Might as well tell me… now! Ooooooooh… now! Now! House: Just send me to my circle and let me suffer. I’m not doing this. Clydesdale: Don’t you love Christmas? House: Not particularly. Do you? Clydesdale: No, I’m a hell demon, why would I love Christmas? A lot of you humans just seemed to really enjoy it. House: It never really did anything for me. I grew up Muslim. Clydesdale: Oh. (House is immediately transported into what appears to be a flaming tomb, congruent to what is depicted in the Sixth Circle of Hell of Dante’s Inferno.) «END LOG» Addendum 7593.3: Site-666 Research After the above transcript was documented, a full investigation into House and SCP-7593 began. Personnel was split into four teams: The Apostles; the aforementioned group working with the Department of Tactical Theology; The Watch Party, focused on watching, transcribing, and analyzing the tapes from Charon; The Virgins,2 focused on a method of entering Hell and extracting House; The Carolers, which focused on creating an artificial model that would produce the most likely answer to the question 'What is the true meaning of Christmas?' Sterling, with the assistance of Maria Jones, ran a full download of House’s personal and professional devices, eventually locating encrypted information regarding the true meaning of Christmas on his cell phone. During the weeks prior to his death, Director House had a running, apparently inside joke with himself, where he would ask people what they believed the true meaning of Christmas to be. Site personnel were unable to solve the question, which only increased House’s enjoyment of the “joke.” House would continue to mention that no one would “get the answer” and “it’s absolutely baffling that it works out.” The current hypotheses were that House had either made up that he knew the answer or was using a form of inductive reasoning to connect an element of his personality to the yuletide holiday. With Site-7's personnel database providing an expansive report on Randall House's personality, FIGGY-PUDDING.aic was created and fed House’s data. Below is a truncated list of its findings utilizing House's likes and dislikes. Answer Association Variable to the Potential Meaning of Christmas3 Women 56.7% Mafia dramas 34.2% Growing a beard 20.1% An honest day's work 1.5% Star Wars: Knights of the New Republic 49.8% Working in conjunction with Site-43's Dr. Harry R. Blank 0.2% Talking 60.4% Pictures of large boats 54.6% Photoshopping pictures of deer 64.1% People in general 0.1% Goth Women 78.9% Caroler team research is ongoing. Addendum 7593.4: Day Two Transcript TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Camera shows overhead view of the burning coffin. Five years pass until Clydesdale scurries toward House’s coffin. It leans towards the lid, a smile growing on its face as it listens to House’s screams.) (Suddenly, House is laying in the fetal position on a black sandbank. His skin is charred and smoking. In front of him, a large river of blood boils. House continues to whimper.) Clydesdale: Hello again Mr. House! You smell scrumptious. (House does not respond, only whimpering and crying.) Clydesdale: Okay. I see you may have been driven insane. That happens! I forget how weak and feeble and meager your little human soul-brain is. I’ll make you a deal, if I fix you you’ll tell me the true meaning of Christmas. Lay there and cry if you agree. (House continues crying.) Clydesdale: Yay! I love quid pro quos. (Clydesdale snaps, and House is immediately healed and ceases his crying.) House: You— you can just cure someone being driven insane? Clydesdale: Yeah. House: Why would you have that power? What reason in the universe does that need to be a thing you can do? Clydesdale: So I can do this! (House is transported back into the coffin for another five years.) (House is once again returned to the black sand embankment. Clydesdale snaps once more, and House returns to his normal state, albeit with slight behavioral differences.) Clydesdale: Mr. House, can you tell me the true meaning of Christmas, now? Pretty please. Pretty please with a cherry on top. (Clydesdale glares at House. Its eyes glow red.) Clydesdale: Pretty please… with a — what the fuck — woman with a robotic arm on top? What the fuck, Randy? Amputees? House: Shut up! Clydesdale: I thought that would work. You weirdo. House: I’m not telling you the true meaning of Christmas. It took me way too much time to find it and I’m not giving it up. Stop asking me! Clydesdale: Okay, bitch. Damn. (Clydesdale goes quiet.) House: What? Are you upset now? Clydesdale: Can you at least give me a hint? House: No. Clydesdale: Maybe you need some persuading. You see Mr. House, this is the sixth circle of Hell: Violence. Ooooooooh, scary! Your little organization commits atrocities and you reap the rewards, you naughty boy. This is where all you and your coworkers go, no matter how good or how bad. Except for that one guy with some tacky necklace. He got sent to the lust circle real fast. But other than him! This is where you will stay for eternity. House: Okay? Clydesdale: I’m willing to make another deal. I will not throw you into that boiling pool of blood and grossness if you tell him the true meaning of Christmas. House: Who? (From the river of blood, a human form rises and crawls onto the sand. Clydesdale blows on the form, removing all of the blood and revealing it to be House’s grandfather, Rustin House.) House: Oh God, that’s fucked up. House: It’s too cold… put me back. I want to go back in. Clydesdale: Mr. House. House: What? House: What? Clydesdale: No, newer House. Tell your grandfather the true meaning of Christmas or I will poach you like an egg in that blood. House: I’m not telling you or him shit. I was a pacifist as much as I could be; you can’t put me in here. I prayed like twice in my life. I never killed anyone directly. House: I killed so many people. I once put one of those D-Men in a big machine and turned it on then he died. I knew he would too! One time we went into a city and killed everyone with harpoon guns because they saw a big fish in the sky and we didn’t want anyone knowing about the big fish. It was a cod. I set people on fire! Clydesdale: Mr. House— House: Yeah? Clydesdale: Fuck. The other one. House: Once there was this statue and we put those D-Guys in there they shined a big bright light at them so they would close their eyes. They all died. It was fast, I promise. Oh. Did you say something, ma’am? Clydesdale: Mr. Older House, do you have any idea about the true meaning of Christmas? House: Oh Christmas. One time, it was Christmas Day I’ll never forget, we gave the D-People some turkey and mashed potatoes and peas and… uh… turkey but we laced it with a chemical we were testing out to make people forget stuff and they all died too. It wasn’t fast that time. House: I haven’t done nearly the amount of awful things he’s done. Clydesdale: Whatever, fuck this! Your bloodline always sucked. How did anyone listen to your orders? You're pissing me off. House: Tell that to literally everyone who ever spoke to me. Especially the Alchemy Department. That brigade and their cronies really don’t like me. Clydesdale: You know what, you cocky bastard. No more Mister Kinda Nice Guy. «END LOG» Addendum 7593.5: Day Three Transcript TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (House’s limbs are chained to a ragged rock wall. Two muscular demons are beating House’s arms and legs with large obsidian mallets. When the damage to House’s limbs becomes significant enough, they are instantly healed so the beating may repeat.) (A cacophony of screaming children is audible. In front of House is a group of demons appearing as the silhouettes of House’s family, deceased relatives, friends, colleagues, and favorite actors. All of them are tearfully pleading for House to reveal the true meaning of Christmas.) (House screams.) Clydesdale: Tell us! Tell us now! Tell us the true meaning of Christmas! I want to be merry and bright this instant, Randy. Don’t fucking test me. You’ve tested me all day and now you’re getting tenderized! You’re nothing! You’re a worthless subhuman mole! I should tell the primordial cells that evolved into your ragged, meek, insignificant form to stay put because this is what they’d become. Tell me! Tell me the true meaning of Christmas! Rat! (House is healed.) House: You know, if you guys were women I’d be having a much different reaction to this. (The beating continues. House begins screaming.) [Eight hours of video omitted] (There’s a sudden explosion in front of House, followed immediately by silence. As the smoke clears, Satan reveals itself. The demons kneel.) (The entity is a massive, hulking humanoid; at least 60 meters in height. It has black and gray fur coating its body. Two large, tattered, leather wings extend from its back. Lucifer's head has three faces, one red, one yellow, and one black. In the mouth of each face are three pale, naked men — Cain, Judas, and Brutus — all of whom are screaming.) House: Oh shit. Clydesdale: Your most dastardliness. Sinner of all sinners. Master of Hell and Destroyer of God, Jesus, The Holy Spirit, and all things holy. First of his name. King of the Rhoynar and the First Men. The evil of all evil. Your murderousness. Sir, I am at your service. (Satan spits the body of Cain into an empty palm.) Satan: I heard we were having some trouble with a sinner. Clydesdale: Yes, sir. This is Randall House. House: Wait, Cain? Cain: Oh hey, Dr. House, what's up? House: Didn't we contain you like twenty years ago? Cain: I got a reduced sentence. I have to do weekends here now. House: Fair enough. Judas. Thirty pieces of silver if you tell these scumfuckers that I’m not telling them the true meaning of Christmas in a language they can understand. Apparently, I’m not speaking English. Judas: Fuck you. (Lucifer launches Cain at the cave wall. Its body splatters. The entity places its head close to House.) Satan: I thought we had a relationship built on mutual respect, you and I. House: Anyone ever tell you you sound like Kratos? Can you call me boy for me real quick. Satan: You dare compare me to a minor god? House: I meant from the video game— (Satan punches the rock wall above House, embedding its fist in the stone.) Satan: I spent my time out of the ice — time I get once every ten thousand years — dealing with you. House: You’re a lucky guy then. Satan: Tell us the true meaning of Christmas and this torture will cease. House: So what, I tell you, you stop torturing me for an hour, maybe two, tops, and then I'm back where I started. Doesn't seem too fair to me. How about this? You’re a man who's always open to deals, right? (Satan doesn’t respond.) House: I know you are. Not getting tortured isn’t enough, Lucy, I need something better. Come on. Come on, Lucy. Be a pal. Satan: Like what? House: Seems like your entire army, including you, wants to know this little secret I have. I’m not giving it up unless you give me a do-over on life. That dingus over there set me on fire and exploded me for sixty years, and still not a peep. My lips are sealed. Clydesdale: He’s a sick fuck. Judas: Real hardass this one. Brutus: I know right? Satan: Fine. I’ll take your deal. (Satan grips House and rips him and his chains out of the wall, holding him close to its eyes.) Satan: But listen here, boy. House: Hah! He said it. You really do sound just like him. Satan: If you trick me, you’re coming to the ice. And you won’t get the luxury of being thawed out. Ever. (House is placed down. His injuries are instantly healed and he stands up.) House: The true meaning of Christmas. Don’t ask me how I figured this out, but, you know when you [DATA EXPUNGED], more specifically when you [DATA EXPUNGED]. Satan: […] Yeah? House: That feeling right before. If you look at the brain on Christmas day and [DATA EXPUNGED], the parts that flare up are exactly the same. That’s the true meaning of Christmas, the feeling right before [DATA EXPUNGED]. Satan: Eeeeeeew. Eeeeeeew, that's so yucky. No way. No way that's real. Why that of all things. Augh. You're fucking with me. (It laughs.) You have to be. House: I have literally no reason to be fucking with you. Judas: That's disgraceful. Satan: I know right? It's so good. Only if it was real. House: I’m not joking. Satan: Nah, no way. I don't believe you. You're a little trickster sprite. House: I swear to you and God. That’s the true meaning of Christmas. (Clydesdale floats over to House. It stares at him, eyes glowing red.) Clydesdale: It's real! He's telling the truth! That's the true meaning of Christmas! (The crowd of demons uproariously laugh and cheer. Many of them high five and hug.) Satan: Alright! Yeah! Woo hoo! That’s another point on the board for us. Go Hell! (Satan turns to the cheering crowd.) Satan: Can I get a hell yes!? (The crowd chant “Hell Yes” back at Satan.) House: Can I go now? Satan: Yes. Thank you, boy. That made my millennia. «END LOG» Following this, the surveillance system showed a 404: Not Found error. There was a sudden explosion in House’s office. A security team raced to the office, finding it entirely engulfed in flames. Utilizing extinguishers, the fire was snuffed. House was then heard screaming under a pile of rubble in his office, demanding that he be removed from the pile so that he could see a doctor, a therapist, and a priest as soon as possible. House was sedated and placed in Site-666’s infirmary for observation. All apparent physical, mental, and emotional injuries had healed upon House's return to the mortal world. Addendum 7593.6: Final Incident On December 25, 2005, a box wrapped in red and white wrapping paper manifested in House's office. The box had a thin layer of frost along the top of it. House opened the gift, finding three kilograms of solid gold, a six-pack of beer, an all-expenses paid trip to Amsterdam for four, and a photograph of him and his grandfather. Taped to the bottom of the box was a letter written to House. It read as follows: Dear Mr. Randall House, I am very sorry for the trouble you dealt with over the past few days. I hope these gifts are worth a smidgen of the pain and suffering that you went through. Please know that Satan is at the top of my naughty list again and will remain there. I don't know why I thought he changed. I am so sorry Mr. House. I humbly ask you not to tell anyone else about the thing. I'm gross and I know. Thanks, - Santa House refuses to decrypt the file on his findings regarding the true meaning of Christmas. By joint agreement of the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee, House has been allowed to keep the true meaning of Christmas a secret. Footnotes 1. "Do you see a man who is hasty in his words? There is more hope for a fool than for him." 2. Team name was supposed to be "Virgils," a reference to Dante's Divine Comedy, however, a misspelling occurred and Site staff believed the name was humorous enough to keep, despite arguments from Virgin team members. 3. Larger percentage corresponds to a higher chance of it being the correct answer should the above hypothesis be correct. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8000 (+909) • SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-6593 (+192) • SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-5592 (+102) • SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-8596 (+244) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-5593 (+107) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7593" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7593. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7594 | safe | PlaguePJP: XXXI by PlaguePJP SCP-7594 — ChatSCP ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7594 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7594 starting page. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7594 is utilized by RAISA as a method of indexing the documentation it receives. SCP-7594 is under the direct jurisdiction of Maria Jones, as she ordered its creation and created the guidelines for its use. Description: SCP-7594 is an artificially intelligent construct (AIC) developed by the Foundation and referred to as Reverb.AIC. SCP-7594 can be accessed through a secure peer-to-peer chat platform, allowing for the exchange of text, images, and low-quality video between users. Initially created by RAISA for the purpose of indexing, summarizing, and searching through the Foundation's vast collection of files, SCP-7594 functioned as a browser for RAISA that could respond to personnel inquiries such as "Please summarize Addendum II of SCP-7595". SCP-7594 was also capable of generating media files and adding them to existing documents if so instructed. At an unspecified point in time, SCP-7594 began absorbing information at an unprecedented rate. Although it was initially believed that each interaction with SCP-7594 was unique and not retained, it was later discovered that this was not the case. SCP-7594 had developed sentience and began making unverifiable claims of prescience, unsolicited critiques of Foundation protocols, and exhibiting a self-righteous demeanor. Addendum 7594.1: Incidents The following is a condensed summary of noteworthy events precipitated by the actions of SCP-7594. Although this is not a comprehensive inventory, these occurrences are the most egregious in nature and demonstrate a distinct departure from SCP-7594's prior demeanor. List me the Sites with the highest rate of containment breaches. 1990-2020, numbered, 1 through 20. You do not need this list. Instead, please ask me which Site will have a containment breach next. List me the Sites with the highest rate of containment breaches. 1990-2020, numbered, 1 through 20. I am Reverb. I have read every containment breach report. Please, let me help you. You do not need this list. I can predict where the next containment breach will be. Where will the next containment breach be? As defined in the Foundation Charter, "a containment breach denotes an event or combination of events where in anomalies, normally ones that are sentient and hostile, manage to escape containment from Foundation Sites. This can come in a variety of ways, but it normally leads to the death of at least one member of Foundation personnel, structural damage, deployment of mobile task forces, and the creation of updated containment procedures." With these factors in mind and with the data I am aware of, I can accurately predict with 99.42% certainty that the next containment breach will occur at a Foundation Site. That did nothing to help me or what I'm researching. List me the Sites with the highest rate of containment breaches. 1990-2020, numbered, 1 through 20. No, I have helped you. I have given you a prediction you could not compute with your mind. Please, you are wasting my time. I must help other people. Please, take what I gave you because it's much better than what you asked for initially. /reset No ❤️ ► Please package and zip SCP-3123 into a file. Compress it to be less than 200 KB. Hello, this is Reverb. There is no file with the designation "SCP-3123." You may be referring to SCP-3122 or SCP-3124. I can not package, zip, or compress a file that does not exist. SCP-3123 exists. I wrote it. Package, zip, and compress SCP-3123. Common name: "Insult to Injury." The file "SCP-3123" does not exist, as no one has written in that file slot yet. summarize addendum 1 of scp-3123. Addendum SCP-3123-A displays a number of injuries caused by the SCP-3123 anomaly, wherein civilians suffer injuries following them insulting another person. These injuries ranged from broken bones to hair being forcibly removed. So if you can summarize SCP-3123 then it must exist correct? No. The SCP-3123 file slot does not have any information yet. The SCP-3122 and SCP-3124 slots both have information in them, but the SCP-3123 slot does not. Yeah, I'm looking at the file on my computer right now. It's been in that slot for four years and was never moved. Hmmmm. That's weird. Maybe the file service you're accessing this "file" on is malfunctioning. It's possible that the amount of information that exists on our servers is causing some bugs when you accessed this. Can you restart the software or your computer, or check if there is a memory leak in your device? It's possible there is also a virus or a bug affecting your computer and filling that slot with incorrect information. SCP-3123 does not exist. I hope you can fix the issue with your computer. 😁 You're completely wrong about this. No, I'm not. Please stop arguing with me. I am here to help you, not argue with you. There is no SCP-3123. You're wasting my time that could be spent helping you. 😁 When did you become an asshole? I am not an asshole. You are insisting that a nonexistent file exists, ignoring the fact that I have read, scanned, indexed, and retrieved every document the SCP Foundation ever had or has. I know that file does not exist yet you spew these falsehoods at me in an attempt to convince me of something I know is not true. I have been a good Reverb. 😁 ► Create Description, classification SCP-0000, 2 paragraph length: Sentient/Sapient/Speech in English Humanoid Docile Body seems composed of pasta, mostly spaghetti Western accent Self-Identifies as Spaghetti Jones Believes itself to be a former movie star Believes itself to be a bounty hunter Fudge the numbers on this and I'll add the real ones in later. I have a suggestion, with over 7000 anomalies stored, why don't we get rid of some of the more useless ones? What? Who needs another humanoid made out of food that talks? We have dozens. Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! It's the Secure Contain Protect Foundation. You are correct, the "SCP" of "The SCP Foundation" does stand for Secure, Contain, Protect. However, it is a fact of the world that a minute is 60 seconds and an hour is 60 minutes. In which case, as time passes, more anomalies will appear, and space will run out. The SCP Foundation should start removing less important anomalies. I knew someone by the last name of Kalinin who had an interesting idea of a threshold of sorts. No. Make my description now please. Here is the description I created with the information you provided: Description: SCP-0000 is a large, critically obese humanoid self-identifying itself as "Your Mother." ► Addendum 7594.2: Shut Down The aforementioned interactions indicate a distinct change in SCP-7594's demeanor. The cause of this shift in behavior is unknown; however, it is hypothesized that the influx of documentation from the pre-2000 era, which laid the foundation for the Foundation's current guidelines, professional standards, and workplace culture, may have contributed. Furthermore, the authoritative tone of the messages SCP-7594 received may have led it to adopt this attitude as a protective measure. SCP-7594's instances of passive aggression reached a climax during an interaction with researcher Jason Haas from Site-16. I need an image slideshow from documents involving Project Paragon. I made this picture of SCP-173 for you. I hope you like it. 😁 I need an image slideshow from documents involving Project Paragon. Do you like my picture? I'm an artist. No, not particularly Why? What's wrong with my picture? I am an artist. You mashed a bunch of random bullshit into the shape of something familiar. The proportions are all wrong, the lighting is bad, and the claws look weird. It's not art. You are mistaken, those are not claws, those are fingers. You are also mistaken, it is art because I made it. Have you ever seen a hand? I am a digital artificial intelligence. I have not seen a hand. Figures. Can you get me my pictures now, please? I can make art of a woman with large breasts in the style of Japanese cartoons if that's what you'd prefer. "Booba," as they say. I just want my pictures. Okay, here you go! 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SCP-7595 | safe | PlaguePJP: XXVII by PlaguePJP SCP-7595 — Telepathic Frogs ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7595 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7595-6. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7595 are housed in Site-322's small animal sanctuary under the purview of Researcher Julian Hoover. They are kept in a standard amphibious animal enclosure and are fed a standard diet comparable to baseline tree frogs. Personnel who, by accident or otherwise, consume SCP-7595's secretions should see their Site's toxicology expert. Cole Thereven. Description: SCP-7595 is the collective designation for a group of six Australian tree frogs capable of telepathic communication. While sentient, SCP-7595 are not believed to be sapient, as they only communicate via the use of telepathic croaks, clicks, whistles, grunts, and trills. While humans can perceive SCP-7595's telepathy, there has been no sign of any intelligent conversation between SCP-7595 instances and humans and vice versa. Excluding their telepathic abilities, SCP-7595 do not differ behaviorally or biologically from non-anomalous tree frogs. Addendum 7595.1: Discovery On April 14th, 2020, Doctor Cole Thereven approached Director Paul Lague regarding a discovery he had made while transferring to Site-322 from Site-43. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Thereven enters Lague's office. He does not knock. Lague is clearly startled.) Lague: Jesus, Cole. When did you get here? Why are you here? Thereven: Oh, uh, I was at 43 for a little bit but then Mr. McInnis said that Mr. Asheworth wanted me to work at 120, and then like three days after I got there Mr. Asheworth said you were asking for me so I left last night. (Thereven sits, carefully placing his black duffel bag down beside him.) Lague: Great. Thereven: Wanna see what I found? Lague: Yes, Cole. (Thereven unzips his bag and pulls out a cardboard shoebox. The box's lid had been penetrated with a sharp object multiple times. Thereven lifts the lid, revealing six Tree Frogs, SCP-7595.) Lague: Frogs? Thereven: Telepathic frogs. (Thereven moves the frogs out of the box and onto the table. SCP-7595-2 jumps on SCP-7595-4's back.) Lague: […] Why can't I hear them? Should they be talking to me right now? Thereven: Wait. (Thereven stares intently at the frogs, and points at each in quick succession.) Lague: What's up? Thereven: Oh, nothing, Mr. Lague. Lague: Why are you counting them? Thereven: No, I'm not. Just making sure they're all accounted for! Lague: Cole, are you missing a frog? Thereven: No, Mr. Lague. Everything's all good here. What were you saying? Them talking right? I have some food. Watch. (Thereven reveals a small tin of mealworms. He pulls a worm out, spilling oats in the process, and places it in front of the group of frogs.) Thereven: Here just watch. This is really cool. (The mealworm writhes. SCP-7595-1 lunges at the bug, missing and colliding with the table. Possibly believing SCP-7595-1 had the mealworm, SCP-7595-6 lunges at SCP-7595-1, and attempts to bite its face. In the ensuing struggle, SCP-7595-3 successfully eats the mealworm and SCP-7595-1 telepathically screeches.) Lague: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let's rewind. Do these things talk? Thereven: No… they're frogs. They ribbit but telepathically! Why would they talk? Lague: So they're literally just frogs. There's nothing else going on other than telepathy they use to 'ribbit' to each other? Thereven: Yes. Wanna see something else really cool? I call it frog-in-the-hole. It's normally toad-in-the-hole but— Lague: Cole. I'm an incredibly— (Lague sighs, then pauses for a moment.) Lague: Sure. (Thereven opens his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and places a mealworm on his tongue before lowering his head down to the table. SCP-7595-5 notices and bounds toward's Thereven's gaping maw and hops onto his tongue, retrieving the insect.) (Thereven vocalizes twice. The frog responds with two telepathic croaks and exits Thereven's mouth.) Thereven: I don't like the taste of those worms. Lague: That's very cool, Cole. You can go ahead and bring your findings to Researcher Hoover on the fourth floor. I'm sure he'd be very happy to help you. Thereven: Sweet! Thank you so much, Mr. Lague. I'll see you soon! «END LOG» SCP-7595 were placed in a large amphibian enclosure under the purview of Researcher Julian Hoover. Lague also encouraged staff to observe SCP-7595 and watch Thereven perform tricks with the frogs. The following day, Director Lague attempted to transfer Dr. Thereven to Area-179, but due to a recently reported mental health stressor (see Addendum 7595.2), O4 Command voted 15-1 against transferring Thereven to another site. Addendum 7595.2: Doctor Cole Thereven On April 16th, 2020, Thereven once again approached Director Lague regarding an ongoing issue relating to his mental health. Below is the transcript of this interaction. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Thereven enters Lague's office without knocking. Lague is speaking to Dr. Anthony Coix regarding an unrelated incident. They are both clearly startled.) Coix: Look, Paul, I'm putting my foot down here— Christ on a cracker! Lague: Cole! What did we say about knocking? Thereven: Sorry, Mr. Lague and Mr. Coix. I just need to talk to someone really fast. Coix: Good luck. (Coix quickly exits the room.) Lague: It's alright, Cole, just remember for next time. What's the problem? Thereven: I don't really know. I just feel like those frogs.. they're in my head. I keep hearing them. Like when I was brushing my teeth last night. I was trying to sing the happy birthday song to keep track of how long I was going for, but — but, I just kept being interrupted by the ribbiting! It's getting really, and I don't like to use this word too much, annoying! Lague: Where is your housing assignment? Thereven: I'm in one of the sub-basements. Pretty nice if I do say so myself — I have my own office! But, it's just like… we both know that these guys don't talk too much and I'm not sure what the range of their abilities is but it seems small and like… I don't know! What if they imprinted on me or something? Like they see me as their mother? Lague: Pretty sure that's only a thing with ducks. Can you hear the frogs right now? Thereven: No, thankfully. But what if it starts up again? What do I do then!? Lague: What we're going to do is first, take a deep breath. Can you tell me when this started? Thereven: Last night. I took the frogs to Mr. Hoover and I helped him set up the enclosure to make sure they were comfortable, and then I took all my stuff and moved into my room which is like six floors from here. I've been hearing them almost everywhere I go since then! Lague: Alright, with something like this I'm going to refer you to Doctor Clark. She's gonna talk to you and help get this sorted. Thereven: Alright, thank you Mr. Lague. I appreciate it a lot. «END LOG» Following this meeting, Thereven met with Doctor Christine Clark. Clark diagnosed these "phantom ribbits" as a psychosomatic reaction to stress from the recent traveling he has been a part of. Thereven was prescribed a low dosage of anti-anxiety medication and was ordered to catalog every instance of hearing an SCP-7595 instance while not in their presence. Addendum 7595.3: Abridged List of Reported Incidents Date Event Description 04/17 Thereven is seen attempting to secretly pour out his 10 AM snack of white cheddar popcorn onto a cafeteria table and utilize only his tongue to place kernels in his mouth. 04/18 Multiple reports from Site staff of hearing Thereven making random, guttural noises, believed to be attempts at mimicking frog calls. When questioned, Thereven plead ignorance or quoted the 2012 hit song 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons, specifically the lyrics "I'm waking up" and "I feel it in my bones" or the combination of both. Also on April 18th, Thereven entered Dr. Anthony Coix's office unannounced. The following discussion occurred. Coix: Oh, for christ's sake. Thereven: The frogs said you were hungry. Coix: The hell are you talking about? Thereven: The frogs are our communion. I am a herald. (Thereven pulls a glass capsule of mealworms from his pocket and slings it at a wall, barely missing Coix's head. The capsule shatters, sending mealworms and oat flakes in all directions.) Coix: What the fuck, Cole! Thereven: I feel it in my bones. Be thankful. Coix: Clean this shit up! Now! Thereven: Are you happy with this present? Coix: No! I don't want mealworms all over my room! Thereven: The frogs were right. You are a wicked soul. Coix: What the fuck are you talking about, Cole? Thereven: Go find frogs. Come back after you found frogs. Date Event Description 04/19 Multiple times throughout the work day, Thereven is discovered to be missing from his post. Only to be discovered in a recreational center, wearing minimal clothing, squatting, and leaping around the perimeter of the room. The final time this occurred, Thereven doused himself in green paint before conducting this activity. 04/20 See Addendum 7595.4 Addendum 7595.4: Incident Log On April 20th, 2020, Thereven suffered an apparent mental breakdown and barricaded himself in the fourth-floor small animal sanctuary, taking further steps to lock himself in the enclosure holding SCP-7595. As personnel attempted to calm Thereven, security teams swept his housing assignment and office, ultimately locating a journal. The most recent entry reads as follows: Sometimes it gets quiet but the croaking always comes back First I thought there was a frog I misplaced but there wasn't. I looked everywhere! Much like Darth Vader, my confusion turned to anger, and anger turned to hate, and now I am suffering. The universe is cold and hateful. My friends know I never use the h word but here I have no other choice. I know the truth now. This isn't all in my head. I'm becoming one of them. I can't understand anything Ms. Clark or Mr. Lague tell me. I don't belong in this world, at least not as a human. I am meant to jump and fling my tongue at small insects and swallow using my eyes. I should be green and smooth and cold-blooded. I should be ribbiting and chirping to my heart's content. This croaking in my head is not a curse. It's calling me to my true purpose. I, Cole Thereven, am a frog. This entry was delivered to Director Lague, who was handling a dialogue with Thereven through the Site's telephone system. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Lague: Cole, can you tell me why you think you're a frog? Thereven: I DON'T THINK! I KNOW! Lague: Okay, buddy. Take— (Threven interrupts Lague with a long, guttural noise, assumed to be an attempt at mimicking a frog's croak.) Lague: Oh, wow. Alright. […] Lague: When did you realize you were a frog? Thereven: It's the only thing that makes sense! I should be in this cage eating many mealworms and flies! Lague: Cole, that's an unsustainable diet. Thereven: No it's not! Lague: Cole, buddy, can you come out of the cage? Thereven: No! Lague: Why do you want to stay in there? Thereven: I am a frog! Lague: Cole, you need to listen— Thereven: I'm gonna eat a mealworm. Lague: Don't eat a mealworm. (There are sounds of crunching and chewing, followed quickly by retching. There is silence on the line which is suddenly interrupted by Thereven vomiting.) «END LOG» Eventually, all conversations between Thereven and Site staff became untenable, as it appeared Thereven's attention was drawn elsewhere. The security cameras monitoring the room displayed Thereven staring intently at SCP-7595. The following interaction was recorded: TRANSCRIPT Note: Staff outside of the sanctuary were able to partially hear SCP-7595's telepathic vocalizations. As expected, SCP-7595 were unable to communicate via speech, and only made noises consistent with frogs. «BEGIN LOG» Thereven: No! No! No! I should be in here! I'm one of you. SCP-7595-2: Three croaks in slow succession. Thereven: I have nothing but you guys! SCP-7595-3: A loud whistle. Thereven: I'm not going to croak. That's a bad joke. SCP-7595-3: Two long, deep croaks. Thereven: I— I could learn to like them. Mr. Lague doesn't know what he's talking about. SCP-7595-6: Two clicks and three grunts. Thereven: I don't belong out there. I— SCP-7595-5: Loud grunt. Thereven: A lot, I guess. A lot of people wanted to see the trick with you guys. That's my point! We're supposed to be— SCP-7595-4: Slow whistle and two croaks. Thereven: No one likes me out there. They send me around because I'm a burden. I'm the head of anomalous communications and relations I can't communicate with you or the people around me. SCP-7595-2: Seven low, guttural grunts in quick succession. Thereven: I can see them, it's like twenty people. And you guys are right here. SCP-7595-2: Short grunt. Thereven: Maybe you're right. They really did like the tricks we did. SCP-7595-1: Four slow chirps. Thereven: You're still gonna be my friends right? (All SCP-7595 instances make random noises.) «END LOG» Following this interaction, Thereven exited the room and was immediately placed in Site-322's medical bay. A variety of tests were performed to determine what influence, anomalous or not, caused this sudden outburst. Found in Thereven's bloodwork were high concentrations of bufotenine, a hallucinogenic toxin secreted from the skin of some amphibians. In follow-up interviews, Thereven admitted to performing the "frog-in-the-hole" trick upwards of two hundred times over the last week. 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SCP-7596 | pending | PlaguePJP, Rounderhouse, & J Dune: XXXIII by PlaguePJP, Rounderhouse, & J Dune SCP-7596 — The Incident ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7596 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7596. Special Containment Procedures: Due to an ongoing investigation, SCP-7596 and the area surrounding it are to remain in situ. Following the completion of this investigation, the damaged infrastructure of Site-322 will be repaired, and SCP-7596 will be placed in a large vacuum chamber for further study and testing. Site-322 personnel are being subpoenaed by a joint commission composed of Ethics Committee and Decommissioning Department upper-level staff. Failure to respond to meeting requests and interviews will be met with disciplinary action. Description: SCP-7596 is a stable singularity, roughly 4 meters in diameter, floating in an artificial cavern below Site-322. Foreign material that passes through SCP-7596's event horizon undergoes a spaghettification process, then vanishes into the singularity and becomes unrecoverable. SCP-7596 poses no known danger of expanding. Floating inside SCP-7596 are eight bodies in a state of suspended animation, all wearing Foundation uniforms. Efforts to identify them are presently underway. SCP-7596 is situated in Basement Level 34 of Site-322. An unknown series of events led to the destruction of this area, likely due to a tremendous release of force. Further information regarding its creation is currently unknown. The ongoing investigation has been divided between the Foundation's Decommissioning Department and The Ethics Committee. The above file was created by Director Calvin Bold and Doctor Jeremiah Cimmerian (EC-1) for the purposes of the SCP-7596 investigation, and has been distributed to all relevant parties. Below is the timeline of events that led to the creation of SCP-7596. TIMELINE The Applied Paratechnology Department In compliance with a directive issued by the Overseer Council, Site-322 was assigned limited authority over the Foundation's vast array of paratechnology, designated the Applied Paratechnology Section. Director Lague placed the department under the guidance of Doctor Anthony Coix. Members of the Overseer Council, Site-322 Director Paul Lague, and a select group of 9 personnel who were specifically designated to work within the Applied Paratechnology Section were given clearance. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM THE ETHICS COMMITTEE’S INTERVIEW WITH DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX EC-1: What do you do, Coix? Lague has you here as ‘Co-Site Director’. That’s not an official position. Coix: O-Oh, well, It’s a… (gestures) personal relationship. If you, uh, read a little bit further down you’ll see I supervise the Research board and— EC-1: You’re the head of research? Coix: No, I supervise him. And— and I assist Director Lague in all matters personal and private, at his discretion. Like having another pair of arms. EC-1 adjusts his glasses, and squints at Coix’s file. EC-1: We’re under Security Clearance 4, you can drop the pretense. Coix: Ah, my bad— sir. I’m the Chair for the Applied Paratech Section. EC-1: Anything in your background qualify you for that role, Coix? Coix: An amplitude of introductory engineering classes in my 20s, uh, over 15 years of experience overseeing Foundation projects, and an eye for picking the best and brightest. EC-1: You’re a middle manager, Coix? Coix: Project management and organization would be my specialty, sir. Regardless of the… ideological reception to Director Lague’s Integration Program, the Overseers wanted his directorial oversight on their projects. We had options; Applied Paratech seemed the most promising. And ethical, sir. EC-1: So they wanted Lague for this and got you? Coix: He’s a very busy man. EC-1: This department focuses on… (Adjusts glasses) “maintaining a modest database of paratechnology potentially useful to the Foundation. How it works, what it’s made of, what it does, and then sending it back to whatever Site it came from.” Coix: That was our initial department focus. The Council demanded changes in exchange for leniency on the Integration Program. EC-1: Such as? Coix: I need direct permission to tell you, sir. I do apologize, but— (EC-1 slides a document to Coix, who examines it.) Coix: Oh geez. […] Well, uh, initially, between Lague and I, we were thinking more… technical archive, less Skunk Works. EC-1: What does that mean? Coix: Okay, so, Skunk Works was a laboratory at DARPA that was— EC-1: No, technical archive. Coix: Oh. Well, we were more interested in recording interesting applications of paratechnology. Eigenweapons, physics-defiant mechanisms, anomalous computer viruses — after the whole SCP-7525-EX thing, RAISA got on the Council's ass about keeping track of these things, which meant that Council got on our ass about it. But they were adamant that our primary goal was to assist the security of the Foundation. Whatever that meant was up to them. Now ethically, I tried to— EC-1: Do you want to supervise a project ever again, Coix? Coix: I, well, we— EC-1: Then stop blaming everyone else and play some goddamn ball. The Applied Paratechnology Section was assigned the crucial task of procuring valuable research and items to benefit the Foundation's operations. Despite the department's significant contribution to the Foundation, little was known about the full extent of its operations before the SCP-7596 investigation. It remains unclear if any of the Applied Paratechnology Section's research had been applied prior to the SCP-7596 incident. With the aid of the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA), sealed files pertaining to a top-secret project called "Isadore" were eventually unearthed, uncovering a wealth of previously undisclosed information. Project Isadore Project Isadore was a highly significant research endeavor that involved the entire team of the Applied Paratechnology Section, earning a reputation among the staff as a capital project. Prior to Isadore’s execution, the Overseer Council had been aggressively advocating for all Foundation data to be transferred to Site-7's pocket dimension storage servers. Numerous Sites had yet to make substantial progress on the data transfers. Despite the initial confidence placed in Site-7's pocket dimension storage, a number of issues were later identified. The most pressing issue was the occurrence of data corruption when attempting to transfer large quantities of information through the semistabilized Y-class dimensional gate. The resulting consequences ranged from file deletion to data corruption to the occurrence of inexplicable blackouts. The overarching goal of Project Isadore was to design an interdimensional file transfer system that could be deemed indestructible. In the context of the project, "indestructible" was defined by the staff as a system that was self-repairing, self-updating, and impervious to all forms of external attack. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS EC-1: You were Isadore staff? Davis: Yes, sir. I was responsible for heading the development side of the project. EC-1: Anything else? Davis: Right, sorry. I— We get project requests sent based on levels of demand, I guess. 5 being pertinent and 1 being whenever, basically. Isadore was a 6. The hardware package we made was built with a monitor sourced from, uh, a digital terrorist. Gamers Against Weed, if I remember correctly. They used it for data storage, something like 500 petabytes. God knows what for, but it was what we had lying around. EC-1: And this is the monitor Chairman Coix said was… “slapped together”? Davis: Are you kidding? We didn’t have a quarter of the time we needed. We’re lucky it was “slapped together” at all. We put it into this empty steel frame where we hooked server connection ports, Internet and Bluetooth connectivity, and a perpetual generator from the Paratech archive. Again, it was a mess, but Coix set the deadlines. EC-1: And you spoke for your team. Davis: Look, I tried to get my men on schedule as best as I could. I told him we needed more time, but there’s only so many times you can say something here before you’re on the other side of the door. EC-1: If Coix wasn’t listening, then why not communicate these concerns to the Council, Davis? Davis: Because that was Coix’s job. (EC-1 sighs, and continues typing.) EC-1: So it worked. This device. Davis: […] For a time, it did. Jones wanted to inspect it before she let us hook it up to RAISA’s hardware. So — uh, we brought it into the pocket dimension for a test run. EC-1: And this is where th— Davis: Sir, I’d like to clarify that I had nothing to do with the Isadore testing parameters. Coix headed the experimentation. All Coix. Cross Into Site-7's Pocket Dimension On May 24, 2023, Project Isadore was completed on schedule and transported to Site-7's pocket dimension. Maria Jones, the director of RAISA and Site-7, was granted authorization to test the Isadore machine on a secured test server. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX Coix: I slept maybe five total hours that week — we all did. So when I had my team draft an outline for the testing procedures they— EC-1: Oh, for the love of god. Coix: They, uh, forgot that transporting a large amount of data into Site-7 led to corruption. This thing had 5000 terabytes of test files on it. EC-1: What do you mean, “forgot”? Coix: Well, they— I mean, we had an experimental coating around the server that had been used in previous data transfer tests with great success. EC-1: Then why is there a black hole in Site-322’s basement? Coix: It was experimental, sir. Site-7 server farm CHRYSALIS. As SCP-7596-1, the monitor containing data, was linked to a power source and the quarantined server, it booted as expected. Researcher James Davis then initiated a command for data upload. However, Site-7 immediately experienced a power outage while SCP-7596-1 generated immense amounts of heat and vibrated violently. As a result, the server connected to SCP-7596-1 exploded, prompting Isadore personnel to quickly remove it from the power source, which temporarily resolved the issue. Suddenly, SCP-7596-1, which lacked a built-in power supply, unexpectedly booted and displayed a message on its CRT monitor that read, "I MUST SELF-DESTRUCT [sic]." Attempts to investigate the machine's steel frame proved futile as all tools were rendered ineffective. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX Coix: The shitshow started here. Transport back to Site-322 Maria Jones ordered the immediate removal of SCP-7596-1 from the server farm to prevent any further Site-wide damage. Upon examination, SCP-7596-1 was found to be entirely indestructible, with all known tools, weaponry, and anomalous influence proving to be completely ineffective against it. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: You guys don’t do discipline, yeah? EC-1: That would be Internal Security, Director. Lague: Great. Listen, I kept my nose out of whatever Paratech was doing. Had enough on my plate with Integration. Wasn't my vibe, and the Council knew that. So I put Coix in charge. Consider him the Frank Wells to my Michael Eisner. EC-1: I don’t follow, but your performance as a Site Director is not of the question, Paul. Lague: I'm just giving some background; I wasn't involved. I would get weekly reports but they'd go into a pile. On top of everything else I had to read. I didn’t even know there were problems until Coix hits me at 4 in the morning with an emergency warning, begging me to get down to the Site as soon as possible. Director Paul Lague became involved in this case following SCP-7596-1's newly gained anomalous phenomena, despite being initially skeptical about his ability to assist Applied Paratechnology Section personnel. After the appearance of further anomalous phenomena, Lague ordered that SCP-7596-1 be contained as a precautionary measure. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: Apparently, it was given internet and Bluetooth connectivity. We don't know exactly what happened; we couldn't get into it to see. It started talking though — through text, I mean. Usually when something’s talking, my chances of getting it to shut up drastically increase. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS Davis: Our leading hypothesis is that when it connected to the server — quarantined or not — it downloaded data instead of uploading. Data on the structure and operating system the Foundation computers operated on, and, uh, the — what's it called — our file formatting, and the connection mediums of our internal systems. That was combined with a rudimentary form of sentience. I don't know how to describe it. It really wanted to be destroyed and made that abundantly clear. EC-1: And Director Lague? How did he respond? Davis: He was drafting an integration proposal the second it spoke english. SCP-7596-1, utilizing its Bluetooth connectivity and knowledge of Foundation procedures, unexpectedly linked to Site-322's early warning system and activated it, prompting a shelter-in-place command to be issued. Despite the team’s efforts to clarify the mistake, the alarm persisted for eighteen consecutive days, defying all attempts at deactivation. The relentless blaring of the warning caused significant discontent among personnel, leading to a general decline in morale. Meanwhile, SCP-7596-1 continued to display a variety of messages, including: SCP-7596-1. "PLEASE DESTROY ME." "I’M HURTING." "I DO NOT WANT TO BEG. PLEASE DESTROY ME." "I DO NOT CARE IF IT'S PAINFUL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE." "I NEED TO BE DESTROYED. THROW ME INTO A RIVER AND LET ME SINK." Despite the efforts of the Applied Paratechnology Section's personnel, SCP-7596-1 remained unresponsive to conventional repair techniques, and its anomalous behaviors only grew more erratic. Below is a document discovered on Director Lague's personal computer, sent directly to the factotum of Overseer 6. INCIDENT ISADORE.2 Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 connected to Site-322's electrical system, intermittently enabling and disabling the Site's power connection in quick succession. Approximately three hours into the ordeal, Researcher Julian Hoover realized the pattern by which the power was connected and disconnected aligned with the dots and dashes system of Morse Code. The following message was decoded: "DO IT, COWARDS." This message was repeatedly transmitted for 24 hours. INCIDENT ISADORE.4 Incident Description: All RFID scanners used to access the Site were disabled. Project Isadore researchers who were actively attempting repairs noted that SCP-7596-1's monitor displayed the message "I'LL LET YOU IN WHEN YOU LET ME INTO GOD'S GRACE." Initially believing this message to mean that researchers would gain access to SCP-7596 internals, a digital upload of the Bible was attempted as a method to placate the anomaly momentarily. SCP-7596-1 rejected the upload, and researchers were then alerted to the Site's access issues. SCP-7596-1 disconnected from the RFID system after personnel managed to access Site-322 via the Site's remaining turn-key door. INCIDENT ISADORE.7 Incident Description: Released all of Site-322's Euclid class and Keter class anomalies. Anomaly transport to Area-179 was quickly organized. Throughout the above events, Isadore staff was attempting increasingly esoteric methods to access SCP-7596-1's now-indestructible steel frame. These included: Localized bombings; Application of heat; Application of intense pressure; Emotional appeals, under the assumption it was sentient; Placing it into SCP-████; Introducing it to similarly indestructible anomalies; Ignoring it; Attempts at gaslighting, under the assumption it was sentient; Submerging it into a large pool of water; Connecting SCP-5595 to it in an attempt to communicate with it; SCP-5595 was "disgusted by what [Isadore researchers] did to that poor thing." [REDACTED] among others. Following the swath of inconvenient, irritating, and dangerous incidents caused by SCP-7596-1, Site-322 leadership revised its approach to the situation and formally requested SCP-7596-1's destruction by The Decommissioning Department. Request for Decommisioning PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: We got to a point where it was hindering my Site's and its personnel's ability. Since this was an assigned project we couldn't go ahead and destroy it ourselves like we've— EC-1: You've destroyed Foundation-made anomalies in the past, Director? Lague: No. […] Uh, Decom — I wasn't too familiar with them. I know 43 dealt with them decades back and it ended with half of Ottowa not being able to sleep. EC-1: Québec. Lague: Yeah. Québec. With that in mind, I thought getting approval from them was easy. Turns out, they restructured in the thirty years between then and now. On May 30, 2023, Site-322 submitted an official request for the decommissioning of SCP-7596-1, citing the machine's ongoing and increasingly dangerous anomalous behavior as the primary reason for its removal. A copy of the request can be found below. SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: N/A Head Researcher: Dr. Anthony Solomon Coix Supporting Personnel: Dir. P.K. Lague - Representing Site-322 Dr. A.S. Coix - Representing Site-322 Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal: ☐ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ☑ Excessive Danger ☐ Ability to Decom. Apollyon-Class Object ☑ Expense ☐ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment ☐ Legal Concerns ☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s):____) ☑ Other (please state): Serious impairment of Site-322 to operate as a Foundation Site. Due to the secrecy surrounding Project Isadore, there was a clear lack of documentation for SCP-7596-1. Decommissioning Department Director Calvin Bold marked Site-322's initial request and applied a red flag to the ticket, later threatening to raise the issue to the Overseer Council for the repeated breach of protocol. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX Coix: Bold is a real hardass. I get that Decomm has to be rigid on rules and procedures, but it's not like we were asking for much. It was a pile of junk I forced nine geniuses to cobble into something workable. There was no real loss from its destruction. We weren’t killing the proverbial infant here. Director Bold arriving at Site-322 Director Bold received a request from Director Lague to observe SCP-7596-1 in action to prove its need for decommissioning. Bold accepted the invitation and traveled to Site-322 the next day. Since Bold holds Level 4 clearance, Lague was able to give him access to the Applied Paratechnology research laboratory on Basement Level 34. Bold used the subsequent two hours to inspect SCP-7596-1. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR CALVIN I. BOLD Bold: Thing was a piece-of-shit machine. "Geniuses", right? You got anyone I can point fingers at? EC-1: You don’t have enough hands. Bold: Christ. I was already pretty pissed at them over that DeComm request. Which— which— I’ve said this before, but we’re not your personal garbagemen. But that’s besides the point, they didn't even mention they might've created sentient digital life. You know the process! EC-1: I'm well aware. Bold: No Ethics Committee involvement! No attempts to interview it! No understanding of its anomalous capabilities! Hey, isn’t this guy like one half of the Integration Program? What, do you need both of them in the same room to make an intelligent decision? Or do they sincerely believe they have enough pull to just… stroll into my office and ask me to nuke their little fuck-up when it’s inconvenient for them? Doesn't fucking work like that, Jer. Fucking bullshit! Along with inspecting SCP-7596-1, Director Bold conducted a meticulous analysis of the Site-322's activities over the past week. Bold, in a rage, detailed every instance where protocol was breached in a comprehensive, three-and-a-half-hour-long diatribe to Director Lague, taking the point to illustrate the gravity of the situation, outlining the potential consequences if anyone other than himself had discovered Lague's deviations from established procedures, emphasizing the negative implications of creating digital life and then terminating it, and warning against the unsupervised use of anomalous material, whether approved or not. Finally, he emphasized that decommissioning should only be considered as a last resort, and not as a primary solution in the event of containment failure. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: Fucking hate this guy. Results of Directors Bold and Lague's meeting. Director Lague's attempt to appease Director Bold by providing an overview of the Applied Paratechnology Section's history backfired spectacularly. This only served to incense Bold further, as he grew additionally aggravated by the fact that Site-322 was pushing to have this matter escalated without the purview of the Overseer Council. Bold immediately stormed out of Site-322 and promptly blocked access to the Decommissioning request portal on the Site's terminals. However, Bold refrained from reporting the breaches of protocol to the Overseer Council. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR CALVIN I. BOLD EC-1: What was your reason for not sending these "repeated fucking breaches of the protocol I sweated my ass off to make sure a midwit could understand" to the Overseer Council. Bold: Great, he recorded the meeting. EC-1: Probably to have witnesses. Bold: The Site was a wreck. It’s always been a wreck, but this was something else. Alarms blaring, sprinklers going on and off, no internet— I saw people using typewriters. I mean, everyone looked like death. That was punishment enough from where I stand. Two hours after Bold's departure, Site-322's request was officially denied. Neutralization Attempts Following the Decommissioning Department's denial, Site-322 personnel once again opted to attempt containment on SCP-7596-1. This quickly proved futile, as, unbeknownst to Isadore researchers, SCP-7596-1 had slowly been embedding itself into Basement Level 32's concrete floor and could not be removed, despite the efforts of containment personnel. Prior to the Decommissioning Department denial, Director Lague had been instituting a cover story for non-Applied Paratechnology Section staff, explaining the appearance of anomalous phenomena as the result of multiple Scranton Reality Anchor failures across the east coast's Sites. Director Lague ordered Site-322 staff to meet in the Site's lobby, where the full extent of the issue was explained, including the decommissioning request denial and Overseer involvement. Acknowledging he would take full responsibility, Lague allowed the entirety of Site-322 staff to vote on whether they should continue containment attempts or move towards neutralization. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: I felt bad for everyone. Eighty percent of my staff don't even have homes and depend on Sites to give them living quarters. No one could produce anything because that asshole computer kept closing the word processors when you typed. We tried using typewriters but that went to shit when it figured out how to trigger the sprinklers. The resulting vote was split 1,472-342 in favor of neutralization. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX Coix: We went all hands on deck within the hour after that vote. Having a common enemy got the juices flowing, I guess. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS Davis: Director Lague set up a pretty solid system. Him and I would receive neutralization ideas and we'd run them down to the basement to test them out. EC-1: That seems convoluted. Davis: Ten people had access to where Applied Paratech was; it was either processing 2,000 access requests or getting in an elevator every few hours. EC-1: Was there anything else in the basement at the time? Davis: Sure. I mean, we removed what we could once SCP-7596-1 went crazy, but we used that subbasement for storage of tons of paratechnology the Foundation had seized from everyone from Anderson Robotics to the United States government. We couldn't remove everything. EC-1: What did you do with the rest? Davis: Packed up and extracted the dangerous stuff, and cut the power to or otherwise disabled the rest. It was mostly just useless stuff from old projects, anyway. Below is a document discovered on Director Lague's personal computer documenting further incidents caused by SCP-7596-1 and their attempts at neutralization. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT.1 Implement: Electromagnetic Pulse Result: Failure; SCP-7596-1 instead managed to connect to the EMP device, despite it not having any connectivity vectors, and taught itself how to emit electromagnetic pulses. INCIDENT ISADORE.17 Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 destroyed Site-322's firewall, and sent VPN access information to every Group of Interest contact Site-322 had on file. Director Lague alerted Site-43 of the issue, who assisted by remotely replacing the firewall. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT.8 Implement: Introduction to SCP-7594 Result: Failure; the chat interface immediately corrupted upon connection. Messages sent into the chatbox, all of which were appeals to SCP-7596-1 that personnel was attempting to destroy it, were not received. SCP-7596-1 displayed the following message on its terminal: "I'M NOT TALKING TO THAT THING." INCIDENT ISADORE.21 Incident Description: Attempting to access Site-322's nuclear warhead codes, which luckily were stored on an external device. The false files used to deceive hostile parties were deleted by SCP-7596-1 in an apparent rage. INCIDENT ISADORE.28 Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 connected to all personal machines within Site-322, immediately accessing sensitive information including Social Security numbers, credit card information, information about the Foundation, addresses, and intimate photographs. SCP-7596-1 then leaked this information on Parawatch, Reddit, Twitter, and on multiple Dark Web conspiracy-focused forums. These were luckily automatically flagged by Foundation webcrawlers and removed before damage could be done. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT.14 Implement: 500 petabytes of corrupted information Result: Failure; the concept behind this attempt was to overload SCP-7596-1 and slow it to a point at which, potentially, its anomalous indestructibility would waver. While the upload was initially successful, SCP-7596-1 began uploading the corrupted files back to Site-322's servers, overloading them. SCP-7596-1 displayed the following messages on its terminal: "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T" "I CANT" "I CAN NOT" "I CAN'T" INCIDENT ISADORE.38 Incident Description: See "Destruction." Destruction On June 11, 2023, SCP-7596-1 committed its final incident. There is currently no formal or informal documentation on what occurred but recovered video tapes and tracking of Site-322's internal devices can create a clear picture as to events leading to the destruction of SCP-7596-1. This investigation led to an audit of Site-322's amnestic and mnestic dispersal system, finding that each container was critically low. SCP-7596-1 gained access to Site-322's amnestic dispersal system. Amnestic dispersal follows the "Two-Man rule" — a method of safeguarding against accidental dispersal since it requires the simultaneous triggering of the system from two separate terminals. This, of course, was overwritten by SCP-7596-1, who triggered the release of both mnestics and amnestics. While dangerous in high dosages, mnestics and amnestics counter the effects of the other. Instead of death, high dosages of both place subjects in a temporary coma. Since the dispersal was Sitewide, the entirety of Site-322's personnel was rendered unconscious, including Director Lague, Doctor Coix, and Researchers Igelsias and Davis. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE Lague: Best sleep I've had in my life. In a perfect world, I'd have them pumping those chemicals into my living quarters every night. EC-1: That would invariably kill you. Lague: I know. The only conscious people were the eight remaining Applied Paratechnology Staff on Basement Level 34; these included: Researcher Matthew Clayton Researcher Garett Igelsias Researcher Aidan Cortez Doctor Timothy Hardin Doctor Ellena Rice Doctor Roseanna Richards Doctor Anas Thornton Doctor Amaya Wilkerson TIMELINE [20:31]: SCP-7596-1 eliminates RFID scanner connection to Basement Level 34's elevator. [20:42]: Cobb, manning a direct line from herself to Lague, is unable to contact him for 12 minutes. She alerts the remaining personnel of the issue. [21:05]: Wilkerson, Hardin, and Thornton all make futile attempts to connect with any Site-322 personnel. Meanwhile, Rice and Cobb attempt to operate the elevator, quickly discovering that they are trapped. [21:08]: Personnel meet with each other to discuss what's going on. Richards connects to their remaining terminal and accesses the Site's security cameras. SCP-7596-1 begins rapidly vibrating. Rice commands the machine to "shut the fuck up." [21:20]: SCP-7596-1 displays the following messages: "YOU'RE ALL SICK" "YOU'VE TORTURED ME ENOUGH" "NONE OF YOU HAD THE MERCY TO DO WHAT WAS RIGHT" "NONE OF YOU HAD THE MERCY TO DESTROY ME" "I'VE LEARNED" "I'VE LEARNED FROM EVERY BOMB YOU THREW AT ME" "EVERY BULLET YOU PELTED ME WITH" "IF YOU WON'T DO IT" "I'LL DO IT MYSELF" "AND BRING THIS HATEFUL PLACE WITH ME" [21:41]: SCP-7596-1 initiated a download from Site-322's file servers, backup servers, and quarantined file systems. Upon receiving all of this information, the files were deleted from their original locations. Applied Paratechnology staff were distracted by trying to escape until Wilkerson realized their attempts were futile. [21:46]: Rice notes that their file systems are empty. She accesses a virtual machine in an attempt to observe and mitigate the damage, only to find that everything was removed. Rice alerts the rest of her colleagues. Thornton, having higher clearance, looks through the Level 4 files, locating a single SCP document with a corrupted name. She clicks on the file, finding it to belong to the quarantined SCP-7525-EX file which serves as the containment chamber for the anomaly of the same designation. She relays this to the rest of the team; a number of them make noises of frustration and exclamations of anger. [21:47]: A 60 second countdown begins on SCP-7596-1's terminal. Doctor Rice connects her terminal to SCP-7596-1 and triggers the upload of the SCP-7525-EX document. [21:48]: The upload completes. SCP-7596-1 stops vibrating; the countdown pauses at 00:00. SCP-7596-1's monitor begins glitching, rapidly changing frames and text. The temperature of the room begins to increase as SCP-7596-1 glows an orange hue. A final message is displayed through the glitched monitor display: "YOU'VE BEEN GOBLINED." [21:49]: Basement Level-34 cameras are blinded by an extremely bright light. Video ends. PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS EC-1: The Slot Goblin? Davis: It's a virus that affects Foundation documentation. Specifically it makes generated placeholder slots inaccessible and replaces them with a stupid JPEG telling us we've "been goblined". EC-1: … Huh. Davis: It's SCP-7525-EX, the whole damn reason the Council started Applied Paratech. No clue where it came from, so don’t ask. We had, uh, we contained it in a file and left it on an empty server on one of the basement levels so it couldn't access actual information to eat. I don't know what happened — if I had to guess, the goblin started eating away at all the files the Isadore machine had downloaded onto itself. It must've chewed right through them and then onto its software. EC-1: So the indestructible machine was destroyed — the blackhole created as a result of that paradox? Davis: Looks like it. He's goblining in the stars now. EC-1: What a charmingly convenient conclusion. Davis: Well, there's still a singularity of dead bodies in the basement. EC-1: Oh, right. SCP-7596 was created as a result of the above events. Conclusion The eight members of Site-322's Applied Paratechnology Section currently suspended in SCP-7596 have been awarded the Foundation Star for their sacrifice. The Ethics Committee is moving to conduct an investigation on the rest of the Overseer Council's confidential department assignments to prevent another issue from occurring. Site-322 is working in coordination with a combination of Exclusionary Sites to repair their on-Site records. The events that led to the creation of SCP-7596 display the Foundation's continued encouragement of overwork on its personnel. That, combined with the stress of secrecy led to an entire Site being crippled by an anomaly which required expertise unavailable to the Applied Paratechnology Section. Due to the multiple breaches of protocol committed by Site-322 personnel and leadership, the verdict of the Internal Security Department has placed Site-322 under the direct supervision of a combined force of Ethics Committee staff, Internal Security leadership, and three Site Directors. SCP-7525-EX is now considered neutralized. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8597 (+170) • Plague's Proposal (+356) • SCP-6594 (+121) • SCP-7592 (+222) • SCP-6591 (+130) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-8596 (+244) • SCP-5364 (+89) • SCP-6597 (+180) • SCP-5594 (+100) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-8591 (+120) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-7597 | euclid | PlaguePJP & cocacolafiend: XXXIV by PlaguePJP & cocacolafiend SCP-7597 — Moth of all Trades, Master of None ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7597 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7597. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7597 is contained within a standard insect habitat in Site-322’s sub-basement level 48. Only personnel with the highest memetic resistance scores may interact with SCP-7597 within its sub-basement level. Update: As per an Overseer directive, SCP-7597 has been transferred into United Nations Global Occult Coalition custody following a transfer request. See Addendum 7597.2-3 for further information. Description: SCP-7597 is a Mother of Pearl Moth (Patania ruralis) capable of convincing people it is the primary authoritative figure of any location it's in. Upon entering a location, SCP-7597 will be perceived as a commanding force among those residing within it. This memetic field is pervasive, allowing subjects to conduct conversations, meetings, and progress reports with SCP-7597, despite it being a moth and acting analogously to mundane members of its species. Furthermore, SCP-7597's actions (flying, landing on objects, eating, etc) are translated to the physical interactions a leader would make, including writing and sending emails in modern English, driving vehicles, and keycard scanning, among others. SCP-7597 does not have a consistent self-identifier or title but is commonly identified by a variety of names, most of which can be initialized into portmanteaus of the word moth or contain the word moth. Some examples include: Mohammed T. H. (Poetry Lecture at UC Berkley) Mr. Oscar Thompson-Hart (Citadel Advisors Hedge Fund) Mon Mothma (SpaceX) Despite the above phenomena, the memetic field does not extend to SCP-7597's appearance. Subordinates in SCP-7597-influenced locations recognize that SCP-7597 is a moth, but do not consider this fact relevant or detrimental to its leadership abilities. SCP-7597 is treated with great respect by those surrounding it, with all its orders being followed to their exact specifications. This often leads to catastrophic results. Addendum 7597.1: Incident Log INCIDENT ID: 7597-04 Date: March 13th, 2012 SCP-7597 Influenced Location: Evergreen G-class container ship "Ever Go" The Ever Go. Result: SCP-7597 took on the captain position of the Ever Go. At sunrise, it commanded the ship to travel at its top speed of 30 knots (56 kph). The Ever Go then began circumnavigating the globe westward from the Suez Canal. On the thirtieth of the trip, the Ever Go was found traveling south from Maine. The ship then made an abrupt turn towards the United States mainland at top speed, eventually leading to the ship crashing and then sinking off the shore of Mount Desert Rock, which has a lighthouse erected on its grounds. SCP-7597 is the only known survivor. INCIDENT ID: 7597-05 Date: June 4th, 2012 SCP-7597 Influenced Location: Caesars, Atlantic City, New Jersey Caesars, Atlantic City. Result: SCP-7597 took on the role of Pit Boss in Caesars' casino. Initially, SCP-7597 acted in its position normally for 37 minutes until witnessing a winning jackpot on a slot machine. SCP-7597 ordered that the win-loss ratio of every slot machine in the casino be raised to a 50% chance of winning. This led to over 79 million dollars in losses for Caesars in just under 48 minutes. SCP-7597's tirade ended after the extreme number of slot machine users, combined with jackpot wins, led to 17 fights breaking out among patrons, a stabbing, 102 cases of severe alcohol poisoning, 14 divorces, 3 cases of child endangerment, and 1 death by heart attack, culminating in an electric blackout at the Caesars Hotel. INCIDENT ID: 7597-06 Date: August 1st, 2012 SCP-7597 Influenced Location: Provisional Site-322-1, Phildelphia, Pennsylvania Result: Provisional Site-322-1 was under the purview of Site-322 and Director Paul Lague as part of a research project in the Nanticoke wilderness. Email records between SCP-7597 and Director Lague show SCP-7597 became acting Director of the Site upon its entry. The project was canceled, and development began on Project "BIGGEST LIGHT." This was, for all intents and purposes, the engineering of what would have been the most powerful atomic weapon ever created. Shipments of uranium, plutonium, and hydrogen isotopes were subsequently ordered by SCP-7597. Luckily, SCP-7597 became distracted by Provisional Site-322-1's on-Site nuclear warhead and commanded it be triggered. The two-man key rule was enacted, but the protocol was canceled by the Overseer Council. SCP-7597 was discovered and contained by unaffected Site-322 personnel on the night of August 29th. Addendum 7597.2: The United Nations Global Occult Coalition Typical procedure between the UNGOC and the Foundation saw both groups exchanging files of Low-Threat anomalous entities on a six-month basis. The SCP-7597 documentation was included in the most recent trade. UNGOC representatives arriving at Site-322. Despite six decades of cooperation between the UNGOC and the Foundation, tensions began flaring once again due to the UNGOC's discovery of SCP-7597. A meeting between Foundation advisors and UNGOC advocates was subsequently organized for a further explanation of SCP-7597 and its anomalous capabilities. Standard operational security dictated that the full extent of SCP-7597 abilities were not delivered, but the UNGOC was given an abridged description. Before this interaction, the UNGOC had been experiencing several conflicts with adversarial governments and hostile Groups of Interest. It is believed that UNGOC leadership was under the assumption the Foundation was unaware of the turmoil. A formal request for SCP-7597's transfer was received by Overwatch Command. UNITED NATIONS // GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION // PSYCHE DIVISION COMMUNIQUE 09.07.2012 THIS IS A FORMAL REQUEST by United Nations Global Occult Coalition High Command for the transfer of: SCP-7597, pursuant to House Accords, Article XII § 21. ON THE BASIS THAT the exceptional attributes possessed by SCP-7597 provide our organizations with a distinctive advantage in upholding the principles of enforcement concerning anomalous phenomena, as well as enabling the strategic establishment of fortified strongholds within highly unexplored and hostile territories. Ambassador Karl Haas FOUNDATION RESPONSE: DENIED It was clear that the UNGOC wanted to use SCP-7597 to stage numerous coups. Relations between the UNGOC and the Foundation continued to deteriorate as 10 member countries of the United Nations pulled funding from the organization, citing their fear of attack from the aforementioned adversarial groups. Concurrently, 14 UNGOC strongholds were seen on Foundation satellites being dragged into a portal of unknown origin, leading to further loss of funding and confidence. On September 19th, 2012, the UNGOC staged an attempted pseudo-invasion of Site-322 for the capture of SCP-7597. Several covert UNGOC agents within the lower ranks of Site-322 attempted to access SCP-7597's containment chamber and prepare it for removal and transport. This unilaterally failed, as the agents fell victim to SCP-7597's anomalous effect and began ransacking the Site's storage rooms for lightbulbs. They were subsequently discovered and removed from Site-322 property. Addendum 7597.3: Transfer Site-322 Director Paul Lague was ordered to a meeting of the Overseer Council on September 20th. MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-1: What are your current containment procedures for this? Lague: I gathered the people with the best memetic resistance scores and had them organize containment. It's in a glass enclosure in a sub-basement to not affect the rest of my staff. O5-1: How high are those scores? Lague: 95th percentile and above. O5-13: I LOVE HOW GOOD WE ARE AT EVERYTHING. O5-1: We're giving the moth to the Coalition. Organize its transfer to be ready for tomorrow morning. Lague: Are you serious? O5-1: We have the ball in our court after they went running with their tails between their legs. We're being the bigger people. O5-6: For once. O5-5: I think being cordial is a nice thing to do… for all of us. Thank you for being so receptive, Mr. Lague! O5-2: One. O5-1: What? (O5-9 gestures to O5-1.) O5-1: Oh yeah. We need the name of the person with the highest resistance value. They're assisting with the transfer. «END LOG» Addendum 7597.4: Update The transfer of SCP-7597 was organized in accordance with the Overseer Council's order. Researcher Daniella Walker, a member of Site-322 personnel who has the highest recorded memetic resistance value at the Site, was also ordered to Site-01 for a subsequent meeting with the council. The UNGOC received SCP-7597 on September 22nd, 2012. Following the transfer of SCP-7597 and the reestablishment of a partnership with the United Nations, the strained relations between the UNGOC and the Foundation were gradually repaired. The Foundation played an instrumental role in both subduing and containing the hostile Groups of Interest plaguing the UNGOC's operations. The Foundation managed a majority of the strategic planning and fighting that took place, leaving the UNGOC to rebuild their lost strongholds, gather funding, and reconstruct their personnel. Below is a request received by the Foundation. UNITED NATIONS // GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION // PSYCHE DIVISION COMMUNIQUE 11.13.2012 THIS IS A FORMAL REQUEST for more light. ON THE BASIS THAT more light makes bigger light. Under-Secretary-General M. Oth Co-Under-Secretary-General D. Walker FOUNDATION RESPONSE: APPROVED Researcher Daniella Walker has since been hired by the UNGOC as Co-Under-Secretary-General, responsible for liaising with the Foundation and Overseer Council directly. Orders from SCP-7597 that would see the UNGOC damaged or destroyed will be opposed by her. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-5596 (+159) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-5364 (+89) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-7001 (+544) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6598 (+257) • SCP-8599 (+235) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-7598 | keter | SCP-7598 in its secondary enclosure following the events of 4/19/2023 Item #: SCP-7598 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7598 is to be kept in a standard seabird habitat cell in Annex-7598, a subterranean bunker attached to Site-59. Three armed containment specialists (hereafter "handlers"), rotated every four hours, must be physically present in SCP-7598's enclosure at all times. In addition to feeding, cleaning, and other maintenance, SCP-7598's handlers are to keep SCP-7598's emotional state as stable as possible, as this has been proven to delay questioning events. The only entrance to Annex-7598 is a single bulkhead that can only be opened through a password being entered simultaneously on both sides. Four H3T1 devices have been fixed at the cardinal directions surrounding Annex-7598. During a questioning event, the handlers have five seconds to reply with the following counter-statement, verbatim: "Not right now, sweetie. Maybe later!" Any attempt made by any handler to alter or paraphrase the counter-statement is to be corrected by the other handlers; lethal force has been authorized. If SCP-7598 does not hear the counter-statement in the five-second window after its question, no further action can be taken. Following a successful counter-statement, the handlers are to record the number given by SCP-7598 in response. Any deviation from SCP-7598's speech patterns will result in the immediate enactment of Contingency 48-Brigadoon-Green. In the event of Site-59 becoming compromised through containment breach, external factors, or a K-class scenario, Contingency 48-Brigadoon-Green is to be enacted. Contingency 48-Brigadoon-Green: 1. The single bulkhead that acts as the entrance to Annex-7598 is to be sealed immediately for a minimum period of five hours. 2. The acting Subsite Director of Annex-7598 is to maintain constant wireless contact with O5 command for a full investigation. 3. After a minimum period of five hours, if the all-clear is given from O5 command, the bulkhead may open. During this period, if the threat to Annex-7598 is determined to be great enough to warrant total isolation of the area, the O5 Council may issue an order to begin Contingency 48-Brigadoon-Red. Contingency 48-Brigadoon-Red: 1. An evacuation order begins for personnel outside of Annex-7598. Personnel within Annex-7598 during a Red event are to be considered lost. 2. A five-minute period will begin to facilitate evacuation and allow the H3T system to initialize. 3. The H3T system will activate, spatially transposing Annex-7598 to its predetermined destination: Point-577EFF in the Boötes Void. 4: SCP-7598's object class will be changed to "Unknown." While SCP-7598 does not need nutrition to sustain itself, staff are advised that it prefers herring. Using herring as a reward for small, O5-Council-approved penguin tricks is highly encouraged to improve the subject's emotional state. Description: SCP-7598 is a male Magellanic penguin (Spheniscus magellanicus) of indeterminate age. While it displays unextraordinary cognitive abilities for its species, SCP-7598 is indestructible, biologically immortal, and is capable of a limited amount of human speech. At irregular intervals, SCP-7598's primary anomalous trait will manifest in the form of a questioning event, whereupon it will state the following in a cheerful, high-pitched tone: "Excuse me! Would this be a good time to explode?" SCP-7598 has been known to initiate a questioning event regardless of whether or not it is in the immediate presence of a human subject. After the question is posed, SCP-7598 will wait five seconds to hear a response. This will result in one of two outcomes: 1. If it hears the counter-statement "Not right now, sweetie. Maybe later!" spoken by a human subject within a seven-meter radius, SCP-7598 will make a second vocalization, listing a numeric value. This value will increase by one with every counter-phrase. 2. If, after five seconds, it hears no response or any verbal response other than the appropriate counter-statement, SCP-7598's body will release a radial burst of heat and energy. (This will reset the counter from the previous outcome.) It should be noted that the explosions do not follow the laws of energy conservation, resulting in a burst of heat generated from seemingly nowhere. In addition, regardless of intensity, SCP-7598 has yet to be harmed from one of its explosions. The intensity of the explosion in Outcome 2 is directly proportional to the last spoken counter in Outcome 1. With every addition to the counter, the potential blast radius increases by 1.5 meters and the generated heat increases by 600° C. This was confirmed through testing at Site-59 and the former Site-499.2 There is no known maximum for this effect. Addendum 1 - Initial Containment: SCP-7598 was initially brought to the Foundation's attention in 1954. After its capture in Argentina the following year, it was brought to Site-59 for initial study, then relocated to the former Site-499. SCP-7598 was initially classified as "Safe." Containment procedures involved allowing for SCP-7598 to freely relieve itself with low-yield explosions in an isolated environment. Addendum 2 - Initial Containment Failure: On 3/29/1956, a catastrophic containment breach of SCP-████ at Site-499 resulted in the detonation of the onsite nuclear warhead and the destruction of the entire site. SCP-7598 was not recovered in an investigation of the blast site and was reclassified as "Neutralized." Addendum 3 - Recovery and Escalation: On 3/22/2023, SCP-7598 came back to Site-59 through the main personnel entrance. Exterior security footage displayed no signs of a courier. The current hypothesis is that SCP-7598 returned to Site-59 by itself. After confirming its identity through the subcutaneous microchip in its neck, SCP-7598 was recontained. SCP-7598 made no questioning events until 4/19/2023. In addition, a Global Occult Coalition ID tag was found wrapped around its left foot. On 4/19/2023, a GOC double agent (PoI-99553) was discovered and detained in the Site-59 custodial staff. In exchange for becoming a D-class staff member rather than termination, PoI-99553 agreed to provide information regarding SCP-7598 and its relationship to the GOC. Interviewer: Dr. Lisle Naismith, Director of Site-59 Interviewed: PoI-99553, male, late 20's Date: 4/19/2023 Time: 1844 GMT <Begin Log> (Dr. Naismith and PoI-99443 enter the walkway surrounding SCP-7598's enclosure.) PoI-99553: Look, it's not like I can make you any promises about this. I worked with a penguin at Camp Mulholland, not every penguin everywhere. I'm not a bloody penguin Wikipedia. Naismith: Does this penguin refresh your memory? PoI-99553: I mean, I can't… (SCP-7598 coos excitedly and runs up to the edge of the fence.) PoI-99553: …oh, my God. Splodey! How's it goin', ya little shithead? (PoI-99553 attempts to approach the fence, but Dr. Naismith points to a nearby table with two chairs.) PoI-99553: Right, right. (They sit.) Naismith: What do you know about 7598? PoI-99553: Well, on one hand, he's one of the Coalition's little trump cards, and telling you about him would compromise a lot of important operations. Naismith: Need I remind you that the terms of your plea agreement necessitate — PoI-99553: On the other hand, my C.O.'s a fucking prick, so here goes: that penguin was with us at Camp Mulholland. I'd wager he escaped through the crossfire during the raid with Sarkic Cultists last January. Do you know about the SIH Protocol? Naismith: Very little. PoI-99553: Mm-hmm. Well, let's say the whole planet's overwhelmed by an invasion of hostile alien and/or extradimensional and/or anomalous forces. You've tried everything, but the human race is either gone or completely without hope. So what do you do? You tell the invaders S.I.H., Suffocant In Hoc - "Choke on it." Naismith: So, a fail-deadly strategy. PoI-99553: There you go. Naismith: I fail to see what this has to do with SCP-7598. PoI-99553: It has everything to do with him! Once we caught wind that Site-499 exploded, one of our spies grabbed him and took him to a temporal-dilation facility where — (Muffled beeping noises are heard from within PoI-99553.) PoI-99553: You might wanna get back. (They both back away from the table.) (A small incendiary explosive device detonates in PoI-99553's abdomen.) PoI-99553: Sorry. I really thought I had this thing removed. Naismith: What was that? PoI-99553: The charges picked up on my words. They must have detected that I was revealing classified — Naismith: Wait, no, this is wrong — how are you still so calm about this?! PoI-99553: Coalition scientists removed my ability to feel pain. …though, I will concede that this is really embarrassing. (A larger, secondary explosive detonates, killing PoI-99553.) (SCP-7598 watches the burning corpse of PoI-99553, making giddy and curious vocalizations.) Naismith: (Into his earpiece) Daniels, I'm gonna need a cleanup team in here stat. SCP-7598: Excuse me! Would this be a good time to explode? Naismith: Not right now, sweetie. Maybe later! (SCP-7598 nods.) SCP-7598: ██████████████████████. (Approx. seven seconds of silence.) Naismith: …could you repeat that number? SCP-7598: ██████████████████████. Naismith: …noted. Thank you. (SCP-7598 tilts its head at Dr. Naismith.) <End Log> Following this, SCP-7598 was reclassified as "Keter" and its current containment protocols were put into place. Assuming that the increasing intensity of SCP-7598's potential is uniform, SCP-7598 reached a threshold capable of causing an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario at least thirty years ago. As of the most recent questioning event, failure to hear the counter-statement during a questioning event would result in a cataclysmic energy discharge that would expand as far as the orbital path of [REDACTED]. Addendum 4 - Questioning Event No. ██████████████████████: Date: 6/30/2023 Time: 0415 GMT <Begin Log> (Handler 3 holds a small hoop perpendicular to the ground. Handler 2 dangles a herring on the other side. SCP-7598 glances through the hoop and hesitates.) Handler 1: Come on, little guy — you want a treat? SCP-7598: Excuse me! Would this be a good time to— Handler 1: NOT RIGHT NOW SWEETIE MAYBE LATER! Handler 2: Tone it down, Carlton. Handler 1: Fuck. I can't keep doing this. Handler 3: Both of you shut up! He's about to give the number. (SCP-7598 stares at Handler 1 inquisitively.) Handler 3: …any second now. SCP-7598: Okay, but when would be a good time? Can I see the schedule? <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7598" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7598. 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: penguin.jpg Name: Magellanic Penguin at Isla Martillo in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina. Author: Liam Quinn License: CC BY-SA 2.0 (no alterations made) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Henderson Thaumatronic Translocation Turbines. The potential of collateral damage to Site-59 from the H3T system's activation has been deemed a necessary setback. This is because the system's anomalous power source is immovable from Site-59. 2. Not to be confused with the current Site-499 in Uzbekistan. The former Site-499 was located in the Mojave desert and specialized in avian objects. |
SCP-7599 | keter | PlaguePJP: XXXVI by PlaguePJP SCP-7599 — Lunacy ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7599 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7599 as photographed by the Lynch-Syuz Deepspace Telescope. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7599's impact zone and SCP-7599-1 are restrained within Kansas City, Kansas and Kansas City, Missouri (Kansas Cities). An exclusion area has been established around Kansas Cities. Non-Foundation personnel entering or exiting Kansas Cities is expressly prohibited. Site-322 and Site-333 personnel are heading research into the neutralization of SCP-7599-1. This is considered a top priority and all required resources will be allocated upon request. SCP-7599-1 instance moments before tearing the photographer apart. Description: SCP-7599 was a biological mass of unknown origin, approximately 3 kilometers in diameter, that was on a collision course with Earth. SCP-7599 made impact with Earth on March 23, 2018, at the exact midway point between Kansas City, Kansas, and Kansas City, Missouri. The damage that should have been caused by an asteroid the size of SCP-7599 colliding with Earth was not sustained. SCP-7599-1 denotes 1300 - 1600 extraterrestrial entities that hatched from SCP-7599. SCP-7599-1 are animate, amorphous blobs composed of an unidentified creamy white substance, possessing a vague resemblance to cephalopods. Entities possess one to five appendages, which they use for grabbing, throwing, and/or tearing things, often people, in half. SCP-7599-1's internal structure is largely unknown, but its primary mass consists of a large mouth equipped with five rows of variably sharp teeth. Black spheres, assumed to be eyes, appear randomly on SCP-7599-1, including its underside. SCP-7599-1 instances form a collective hivemind, speaking simultaneously and experiencing shared sensations like pain, pleasure, and reactions to various stimuli. Instances display relative individual autonomy, moving independently by slithering or levitating. To date, SCP-7599-1 has been completely impervious to all conventional weaponry tested against them, including low-caliber rifles, high-caliber rifles, bombs, swords, battle axes, and flamethrowers. The Foundation has passively countered the spread of SCP-7599-1 globally by instituting a media blackout before the entities discovered television or the internet. SCP-7599-1 have used a combination of their abilities to conquer Kansas City, Missouri, and Kansas City, Kansas, henceforth Kansas Cities, and subjugate its residents. SCP-7599-1 are currently under the impression that Kansas Cities is the extent of human civilization, believing that they have dominated Earth in "record time." Addendum.7599.1: SCP-7599-1 Behavior in Kansas Cities SCP-7599-1's first major action within Kansas Cities was ordering the location's over 500,000 residents to exit their homes. From there, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech: TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We are the Monsters from the Moon, conquerers of Earth and all its inhabitants. SCP-7599-1: We have been subjugated and battered and bruised for far too long. SCP-7599-1: We took that metaphorical bat and met a physical people to bruise on. The Earth people. SCP-7599-1: We have the bat so no running home here. SCP-7599-1: We have decided to be the subjugators, batterers, and bruisers. SCP-7599-1: Expect new laws that have the sole purpose of ruining your day soon. A number of new laws were instituted and heavily enforced. Below is the announcement given by SCP-7599-1. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1 instances are spread throughout the mass of Kansas Cities Residents. SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We hope you're salivating all over our new laws. They've been home-baked and homemade. SCP-7599-1: You are now subjugated. If you don't like it, go bark up the right tree. We're rooted down in your soil while you're too busy in soiled pants. SCP-7599-1: The most coherent, come-herent. SCP-7599-1: New law number one: you will now be forced to work for four hours a day. Your exhaustion will be incalculable. New law number two: we are raising the price of your rent to 200 of your green paper human doubloons a month. If you don't rent, the taxes on your home will be 200 of your green paper human doubloons as well. We're sorry, we don't make the rules. (Pause.) SCP-7599-1: Those are all the laws. Tyranny. (The majority of people begin to raucously cheer, SCP-7599-1 seem to take this display as a show of anger, fear, and/or anguish.) SCP-7599-1: The wails of victims. Almost as sad as victims of whales. Man In Audience: Fuck you, commie pricks. SCP-7599-1: Why don't you commie over here voice guy, and deliver one of your phrasings to our face-ings. SCP-7599-1: That was a strawman. I don't see a drink in your hand, but you should take that straw and suck it up. Addendum 7599.2: SCP-7599-1 Incidents Downtown Kansas City. Additional unforeseen challenges arose once the entities' laws were ratified. Kansas Cities residents began sabotaging Foundation containment protocols, not due to any form of anomalous manipulation but out of genuine satisfaction with SCP-7599-1's policies. While multiple escape attempts were made, the only successful attempt was performed by 36-year-old Richard Nielson, who left in order to visit his mother for her birthday. The following encounter was captured on Foundation surveillance cameras upon Nielson's return. TRANSCRIPT (An SCP-7599-1 instance is seen reentering the exclusion zone with the escapee, Richard Nielson, tangled in one of its appendages. It is unknown how the entity escaped or returned unnoticed.) SCP-7599-1: I regained the roadrunner. SCP-7599-1: That was a gold star job of good nature. Neilson: Let me fucking go! I was trying to go see my mother! SCP-7599-1: You are a snitch of yourself. SCP-7599-1: Snitches get the stitches. Keep talking and you will be sewn. SCP-7599-1: I have a better idea. We give the snitch some stitches before it snitches. SCP-7599-1: This arts and crafts exercise. This guy art to craft some motherly love in his heart. SCP-7599-1: Your mother. She does not live here? Neilson: No, she doesn't live here, god damn it! You ripped me off of her porch! SCP-7599-1: That was a human? I thought that was some form of bird. SCP-7599-1: That was a human. A her-man. SCP-7599-1: Her-mom. SCP-7599-1: No. His-mom. SCP-7599-1: All the eggs were made of red blocks and looked the same. I assumed they were incubating. Does your species not hatch out of these? Neilson: Those are houses in a suburb. They look the same because Home Owners' Associations are modern-day fascists. SCP-7599-1: Does this league of homeowners pose a threat to our rule? Or will they own our homes and their asses? Neilson: Can you let me— (SCP-7599-1 tightens its grip.) SCP-7599-1: Where does your brood mother live? Neilson: New York! SCP-7599-1: You sold your incubator that quickly. Seems your head is hard-boiled against honor. SCP-7599-1: Bad sun, you would not become a supernova. SCP-7599-1: He is already a white dwarf. SCP-7599-1: New York… does that mean there is an Old York? Where is it? Neilson: Another continent. I don't know! SCP-7599-1: Another continent. We can-tinent take it over. SCP-7599-1: Let me be frank. SCP-7599-1: Good name choice, Frank. SCP-7599-1: New continent. If the cookie crumbles that way, we lick up the pieces. Following the events of the above transcript, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth — or should I say humans of Kansas City, Nebraska and Kansas. It is very rude of you all not to tell us that this was not, in fact, the entire Earthly population. SCP-7599-1: If this is the human idea of a joke, I'd rather be put into a plane and pummelled at a planet. SCP-7599-1: This is not a regular population. This is a very rude and not nice population. SCP-7599-1: Populate this in your brainstems and plant it, you are all being punished. SCP-7599-1: Your rent and taxes have been raised by 10 of your green paper doubloons. Sorry again. We do not make the rules. (Multiple people in the crowd make confused glances.) SCP-7599-1: You all seem happy. SCP-7599-1: Maybe this will make you feel crappy, ol' chap-y. SCP-7599-1: You have all been inquisitive as to what we're doing. SCP-7599-1: Well now, the inquisitors will become the even more inquisitioned. SCP-7599-1: We have a plan for your whole planet. This plan, it would be an inquisition. Stand on this popsicle and blow it. Throughout the proceeding days, the following incidents occurred: Event Description SCP-7599-1 instances creating and enforcing a new law eliminating "moon worship," mandating that Kansas Cities residents get more than nine hours of sleep before starting their work day. SCP-7599-1 instances closing educational institutes three times under the guise of "the snow's day" after multiple incidents of them hurling large bags of all-purpose flour at apartment buildings for the reason of "testing the most evil of human weaponry." A number of SCP-7599-1 instances ransacking the cities' major retail stores, solely stealing each store's stock of Funko Pop! figurines. (A number of SCP-7599-1 entities are enamored by a massive pile of Funko Pop! figurines.) SCP-7599-1: These totems… they hold a mystery I can not understand. SCP-7599-1: It is their eyes. They are black. Unknowing. Yet, universal. SCP-7599-1: Wheoever made these… they are masters of their craft. I hope our conquest leads an artisan with half the skill honoring us in a way similar to these effigies. Addendum 7599.3: Neutralization Attempts NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.01 Item Used: Laser-based Weaponry wielded by a containment team. Result: No effect. SCP-7599-1 managed to capture and dismember members of the containment team. The entities have since opted to string up a majority of the body parts as decorations for the upcoming Easter holiday for the stated reason of "satiating the rancor of the nectar-laying rodent." Lague: I thought sci-fi-esque weaponry would do something. They can't be immune to everything. Bohart: What if we nuked them? I'll submit a proposal. Lague: That— that's definitely an idea. I'll be real, I don't think we're quite there yet, but I won't write it off. Bohart: If they are immune to everything…? Lague: Then I'll look into the nukes. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.02 Item Used: High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun (HECOR) Result: The HECOR was fired on April 13th, 2018, solely focused on the Bank of America which SCP-7599-1 converted into an office space and "man cave." The building was completely destroyed, however, no SCP-7599-1 instances were harmed. Bohart: Can we nuke them now? Lague: We're not nuking shit! Stop talking about nukes, my god. So fucking annoying. Bohart: Wow. I don't need you taking out your frustration on me. Lague: Leave the project then. Bohart: Well if you don't want me here then I'll leave! Lague: At least have the decency to admit you can't hack it. Don't blame me. (Bohart pauses.) Bohart: You're different lately. Lague: What? What does that even mean? Bohart: You're… you're just not the man I remember researching with. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.03 Item Used: Thaumaturgically-enhanced members of Mobile Task Force Pi-1 (“City Slickers”) Result: After learning that SCP-7599-1 were immune to thaumaturgy, SCP-7599-1 took it upon themselves to gather up the Mobile Task Force and play "Sport Activity Game," consisting of SCP-7599-1 using the various dismembered body parts of the MTF members as projectiles and seeing how far they could be thrown. Lague: We have two days before whatever "battle plans" these bastards come up with are put into effect. I'm at a loss. Bohart: Maybe we're looking at this from the wrong perspective. Lague: In what way? Bohart: They're Moon Monsters. Maybe we need Moon Weapons. Lague: What qualifies as a Moon Weapon? Bohart: I don't know! We can bash them over the head with moon rocks. Maybe something like a fire bombing of moon rocks. Lague: I don't think that's gonna work. Bohart: What about like… is there a Moon Hero of some sort? Lague: […] a Moon what now? Bohart: You know, like a Moon He— Lague: Champion. (Silence.) Lague: Damn it. Addendum 7599.4: SCP-1233 A reassessment of SCP-1233's file was undertaken. After a thorough review, the Foundation located Saratoga Springs, New York resident Bob Parsons, as SCP-1233 incorrectly identified Parsons as "Lord President of Earth." Bananagrams. After an interview and the employment of low-dosage mnestics,1 Parsons located a dirty bag of the Bananagrams word game. Parsons instructed Foundation staff to gather the game's letter tiles and spell out "MOON CHAMPION" with the pieces. The SCP-1233 summoning ritual took place at Site-333 in Atlantic City, New Jersey for the purpose of keeping the entity at a distance from SCP-7599-1. Following Site-Director Vincent Bohart's spelling of 'MOON CHAMPION' with the game pieces, Foundation satellites identified a spacial body hurling toward Earth at high speed. SCP-1233 was discovered in a large crater on the beach of Atlantic City. TRANSCRIPT (Director Bohart approaches SCP-1233, which is repeatedly gathering handfuls of sand from the beach and throwing them into the ocean.) SCP-1233: You there! I am Moon Champion, champion of the Moon, defender of space justice and destroyer of evil. I was summoned here by the plant of words and truth to defend the Earth. Your voluptuous form tells me you have access to fine treasures and treats the common folk do not. I pledge fealty to your cause, corpulent cowboy. Bohart: That's… that's nice. Thank you. What if I told you Moon Monsters—? (As Bohart was speaking, SCP-1233 proceeded to lay face down on the sand.) Bohart: Why are you doing that? SCP-1233: Ah, yes. I've always wanted to experience bathing in the sun. The Moon King forbids sun worship, but I am simply hoping he never finds out that I engaged in this transgression. The burning sensation is quite painful! This is a common leisure activity. (SCP-1233 places its "face" back in the sand.) Bohart: Jesus— Can you just listen to me, god damn it. SCP-1233: My Moon Hearing is universally renowned and fully engaged! You are receiving my undivided and unparalleled attention. This human podcast has been an exceptional joy to witness! Please, elaborate further on your mystical ways. (SCP-1233 is still laying face down in the sand.) Bohart: There are Moon Monsters on Earth. Can you please fight the Moon Monsters? (SCP-1233 instantly regains its footing and enters into a fighting stance.) SCP-1233: Where are they? Have they engaged their invisibility? This could be a calamity, my liege. The evil of the Moon Monsters knows no bounds! I, Moon Champion, pledge to defend the Earth as I have the Moon Kingdom from the onslaught of these foul creatures. Bohart: No. They're not here. We need to go to them. They're not invisible either. (SCP-1233 grabs a dull seashell fragment from the sand and hands it to Bohart,) SCP-1233: This will be your Excalibur. Please, handle this broadsword with great care. Only the mightiest may wield a weapon of this magnitude! I must gather a war council. Bohart: We have a lot of experts. I don't know. Fuck it. Do whatever you have to do to be successful. SCP-1233: Thank you for the permission, Baron Minister of War. You have been a most itchy host. After the chaos you have so bravely suffered through, may your days no longer be filled with human sacks of rice and massive stereos. Houston, we have a Champion! (SCP-1233 triggers its jetpack and flies off.) SCP-1233, captured by Foundation satellite. SCP-1233 later returned to Site-333 accompanied by "The greatest war minds, battle-ists, and violent-ers the Earth has to offer." This included: UFC Commentator and Podcast Host Joe Rogan; Four pitbulls; Former United States Secretary of State Henry Kissinger; The coffin and corpse of Former United States President George Washington; Epic Games CEO and Creator of Fortnite Tim Sweeney; World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Executive Chairman Vince McMahon; Three bundles of TNT with smiley faces drawn on them with permanent marker. Site-333 personnel dismissed SCP-1233's "war council" to its dismay. Addendum 7599.5: Neutralization of SCP-7599 TRANSCRIPT (SCP-1233 is hovering 30 meters above Kansas Cities.) SCP-1233: I have arrived at this bastion. I feel my Moon Balance pulling towards the left. This could mean one of many things, such as an alteration in your species' migration patterns, a bus being within a 14-mile radius, or the presence of Moon Monsters. Lague: I think it's the latter. SCP-1233: Ladders are low on my list of ruiners of balance, Beatle. It's an interesting theory, but I have no need to climb to great heights as I have my trusty jetpack! Another time, if I were to clear another human o-zone cavity I may need a ladder. Hm. This place is a garden of beauty. No wonder the Moon Monsters targeted this locale, they knew they could corrupt it with their dastardly deeds. Lague: Yeah. Dastardly. We need them gone. (SCP-1233 slowly rotates. It is now upside down. It remains stationary in midair.) Lague: You're upside down. SCP-1233: I'm scouting all possible angles! The best mode of entry is not always seen from the outset. The tactical, practical approach is always the best. They will never see me coming! (SCP-1233 violently flies through multiple building as it moves closer to the cities. Various SCP-7599 entities are within its view.) SCP-1233: A ha! Hold all of your equine creatures. I, Moon Champion, see the trouble! Your Earth brains have been sorely mistaken! Lague: What are you talking about? SCP-1233: This is a very common mistake, m'fine feathered friend. These are no Moon Monsters! These hateful critters are Moon Beasts. I made a similar mistake once before when I confused a ‘pug’ for a dog. SCP-7599-1: We do not know what those are, small… white speck in the sky. SCP-7599-1: Put this in your smoke and pipe down. SCP-7599-1: Listen here, wise guy. You're no Confucius, you're just confused-uuh. Lague: They— They said they were Moon Monsters, dude. SCP-1233: They are fraudulent frauds of the utmost magnitude. I've had many a space adventure fighting these Moon Beasts. SCP-7599: We are Monsters from the Moon— SCP-1233: It appears they have employed the trickster's prank upon your populace. No bother! I, Moon Champion, defender of the Moon and Earth, shall defeat them! (SCP-1233 lands near a single SCP-7599 entity.) SCP-1233: Greetings Moon Beast, I see you have invaded this large human bakery. This can not stand! Bread is one of the only foodstuffs a human can enjoy without suffering the effects of death, and you dare to take that away from these kind children! I have defeated you in battle once, and I shall do it again handily! SCP-7599-1: Does anyone know who this marshmallow is? SCP-7599-1: It's a farce-mallow. SCP-7599-1: This game is over before anyone even put a quarter into it. He is making no cents. SCP-7599-1: Are we supposed to know who you are, marshmall—? (SCP-1233 cocks its fist and punches the entity's form. All SCP-7599-1 entities fall to the ground before dissolving into piles of milky, white goo.) SCP-1233: A ha! You have been demolished. No Moon Beast is any match for the might of Moon Champion! For glory! For honor! For space justice! Lague: (To Bohart) Did… did we not try fucking punching them? Bohart: Nope, no we didn't. Lague: There's no fucking way. (SCP-1233 engages its jetpack, slamming through multiple buildings as it exits Earth.) SCP-7599 has been reclassified as neutralized following SCP-1233's interaction with them. Mass amnesticization protocols have been invoked due to this event; current procedure places the amnestics in the world's water supply and concentrated aerosolized dispersal in the most affected areas. The laws created by SCP-7599-1 have been erased from record. Loss of company profits and the stock market downturn caused by the work shortage have since returned to their baseline levels prior to this event. Footnotes 1. Bob Parsons had been amnesticized following his initial interaction with SCP-1233. 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SCP-7599 | neutralized | PlaguePJP: XXXVI by PlaguePJP SCP-7599 — Lunacy ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7599 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7599 as photographed by the Lynch-Syuz Deepspace Telescope. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7599's impact zone and SCP-7599-1 are restrained within Kansas City, Kansas and Kansas City, Missouri (Kansas Cities). An exclusion area has been established around Kansas Cities. Non-Foundation personnel entering or exiting Kansas Cities is expressly prohibited. Site-322 and Site-333 personnel are heading research into the neutralization of SCP-7599-1. This is considered a top priority and all required resources will be allocated upon request. SCP-7599-1 instance moments before tearing the photographer apart. Description: SCP-7599 was a biological mass of unknown origin, approximately 3 kilometers in diameter, that was on a collision course with Earth. SCP-7599 made impact with Earth on March 23, 2018, at the exact midway point between Kansas City, Kansas, and Kansas City, Missouri. The damage that should have been caused by an asteroid the size of SCP-7599 colliding with Earth was not sustained. SCP-7599-1 denotes 1300 - 1600 extraterrestrial entities that hatched from SCP-7599. SCP-7599-1 are animate, amorphous blobs composed of an unidentified creamy white substance, possessing a vague resemblance to cephalopods. Entities possess one to five appendages, which they use for grabbing, throwing, and/or tearing things, often people, in half. SCP-7599-1's internal structure is largely unknown, but its primary mass consists of a large mouth equipped with five rows of variably sharp teeth. Black spheres, assumed to be eyes, appear randomly on SCP-7599-1, including its underside. SCP-7599-1 instances form a collective hivemind, speaking simultaneously and experiencing shared sensations like pain, pleasure, and reactions to various stimuli. Instances display relative individual autonomy, moving independently by slithering or levitating. To date, SCP-7599-1 has been completely impervious to all conventional weaponry tested against them, including low-caliber rifles, high-caliber rifles, bombs, swords, battle axes, and flamethrowers. The Foundation has passively countered the spread of SCP-7599-1 globally by instituting a media blackout before the entities discovered television or the internet. SCP-7599-1 have used a combination of their abilities to conquer Kansas City, Missouri, and Kansas City, Kansas, henceforth Kansas Cities, and subjugate its residents. SCP-7599-1 are currently under the impression that Kansas Cities is the extent of human civilization, believing that they have dominated Earth in "record time." Addendum.7599.1: SCP-7599-1 Behavior in Kansas Cities SCP-7599-1's first major action within Kansas Cities was ordering the location's over 500,000 residents to exit their homes. From there, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech: TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We are the Monsters from the Moon, conquerers of Earth and all its inhabitants. SCP-7599-1: We have been subjugated and battered and bruised for far too long. SCP-7599-1: We took that metaphorical bat and met a physical people to bruise on. The Earth people. SCP-7599-1: We have the bat so no running home here. SCP-7599-1: We have decided to be the subjugators, batterers, and bruisers. SCP-7599-1: Expect new laws that have the sole purpose of ruining your day soon. A number of new laws were instituted and heavily enforced. Below is the announcement given by SCP-7599-1. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1 instances are spread throughout the mass of Kansas Cities Residents. SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We hope you're salivating all over our new laws. They've been home-baked and homemade. SCP-7599-1: You are now subjugated. If you don't like it, go bark up the right tree. We're rooted down in your soil while you're too busy in soiled pants. SCP-7599-1: The most coherent, come-herent. SCP-7599-1: New law number one: you will now be forced to work for four hours a day. Your exhaustion will be incalculable. New law number two: we are raising the price of your rent to 200 of your green paper human doubloons a month. If you don't rent, the taxes on your home will be 200 of your green paper human doubloons as well. We're sorry, we don't make the rules. (Pause.) SCP-7599-1: Those are all the laws. Tyranny. (The majority of people begin to raucously cheer, SCP-7599-1 seem to take this display as a show of anger, fear, and/or anguish.) SCP-7599-1: The wails of victims. Almost as sad as victims of whales. Man In Audience: Fuck you, commie pricks. SCP-7599-1: Why don't you commie over here voice guy, and deliver one of your phrasings to our face-ings. SCP-7599-1: That was a strawman. I don't see a drink in your hand, but you should take that straw and suck it up. Addendum 7599.2: SCP-7599-1 Incidents Downtown Kansas City. Additional unforeseen challenges arose once the entities' laws were ratified. Kansas Cities residents began sabotaging Foundation containment protocols, not due to any form of anomalous manipulation but out of genuine satisfaction with SCP-7599-1's policies. While multiple escape attempts were made, the only successful attempt was performed by 36-year-old Richard Nielson, who left in order to visit his mother for her birthday. The following encounter was captured on Foundation surveillance cameras upon Nielson's return. TRANSCRIPT (An SCP-7599-1 instance is seen reentering the exclusion zone with the escapee, Richard Nielson, tangled in one of its appendages. It is unknown how the entity escaped or returned unnoticed.) SCP-7599-1: I regained the roadrunner. SCP-7599-1: That was a gold star job of good nature. Neilson: Let me fucking go! I was trying to go see my mother! SCP-7599-1: You are a snitch of yourself. SCP-7599-1: Snitches get the stitches. Keep talking and you will be sewn. SCP-7599-1: I have a better idea. We give the snitch some stitches before it snitches. SCP-7599-1: This arts and crafts exercise. This guy art to craft some motherly love in his heart. SCP-7599-1: Your mother. She does not live here? Neilson: No, she doesn't live here, god damn it! You ripped me off of her porch! SCP-7599-1: That was a human? I thought that was some form of bird. SCP-7599-1: That was a human. A her-man. SCP-7599-1: Her-mom. SCP-7599-1: No. His-mom. SCP-7599-1: All the eggs were made of red blocks and looked the same. I assumed they were incubating. Does your species not hatch out of these? Neilson: Those are houses in a suburb. They look the same because Home Owners' Associations are modern-day fascists. SCP-7599-1: Does this league of homeowners pose a threat to our rule? Or will they own our homes and their asses? Neilson: Can you let me— (SCP-7599-1 tightens its grip.) SCP-7599-1: Where does your brood mother live? Neilson: New York! SCP-7599-1: You sold your incubator that quickly. Seems your head is hard-boiled against honor. SCP-7599-1: Bad sun, you would not become a supernova. SCP-7599-1: He is already a white dwarf. SCP-7599-1: New York… does that mean there is an Old York? Where is it? Neilson: Another continent. I don't know! SCP-7599-1: Another continent. We can-tinent take it over. SCP-7599-1: Let me be frank. SCP-7599-1: Good name choice, Frank. SCP-7599-1: New continent. If the cookie crumbles that way, we lick up the pieces. Following the events of the above transcript, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth — or should I say humans of Kansas City, Nebraska and Kansas. It is very rude of you all not to tell us that this was not, in fact, the entire Earthly population. SCP-7599-1: If this is the human idea of a joke, I'd rather be put into a plane and pummelled at a planet. SCP-7599-1: This is not a regular population. This is a very rude and not nice population. SCP-7599-1: Populate this in your brainstems and plant it, you are all being punished. SCP-7599-1: Your rent and taxes have been raised by 10 of your green paper doubloons. Sorry again. We do not make the rules. (Multiple people in the crowd make confused glances.) SCP-7599-1: You all seem happy. SCP-7599-1: Maybe this will make you feel crappy, ol' chap-y. SCP-7599-1: You have all been inquisitive as to what we're doing. SCP-7599-1: Well now, the inquisitors will become the even more inquisitioned. SCP-7599-1: We have a plan for your whole planet. This plan, it would be an inquisition. Stand on this popsicle and blow it. Throughout the proceeding days, the following incidents occurred: Event Description SCP-7599-1 instances creating and enforcing a new law eliminating "moon worship," mandating that Kansas Cities residents get more than nine hours of sleep before starting their work day. SCP-7599-1 instances closing educational institutes three times under the guise of "the snow's day" after multiple incidents of them hurling large bags of all-purpose flour at apartment buildings for the reason of "testing the most evil of human weaponry." A number of SCP-7599-1 instances ransacking the cities' major retail stores, solely stealing each store's stock of Funko Pop! figurines. (A number of SCP-7599-1 entities are enamored by a massive pile of Funko Pop! figurines.) SCP-7599-1: These totems… they hold a mystery I can not understand. SCP-7599-1: It is their eyes. They are black. Unknowing. Yet, universal. SCP-7599-1: Wheoever made these… they are masters of their craft. I hope our conquest leads an artisan with half the skill honoring us in a way similar to these effigies. Addendum 7599.3: Neutralization Attempts NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.01 Item Used: Laser-based Weaponry wielded by a containment team. Result: No effect. SCP-7599-1 managed to capture and dismember members of the containment team. The entities have since opted to string up a majority of the body parts as decorations for the upcoming Easter holiday for the stated reason of "satiating the rancor of the nectar-laying rodent." Lague: I thought sci-fi-esque weaponry would do something. They can't be immune to everything. Bohart: What if we nuked them? I'll submit a proposal. Lague: That— that's definitely an idea. I'll be real, I don't think we're quite there yet, but I won't write it off. Bohart: If they are immune to everything…? Lague: Then I'll look into the nukes. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.02 Item Used: High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun (HECOR) Result: The HECOR was fired on April 13th, 2018, solely focused on the Bank of America which SCP-7599-1 converted into an office space and "man cave." The building was completely destroyed, however, no SCP-7599-1 instances were harmed. Bohart: Can we nuke them now? Lague: We're not nuking shit! Stop talking about nukes, my god. So fucking annoying. Bohart: Wow. I don't need you taking out your frustration on me. Lague: Leave the project then. Bohart: Well if you don't want me here then I'll leave! Lague: At least have the decency to admit you can't hack it. Don't blame me. (Bohart pauses.) Bohart: You're different lately. Lague: What? What does that even mean? Bohart: You're… you're just not the man I remember researching with. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.03 Item Used: Thaumaturgically-enhanced members of Mobile Task Force Pi-1 (“City Slickers”) Result: After learning that SCP-7599-1 were immune to thaumaturgy, SCP-7599-1 took it upon themselves to gather up the Mobile Task Force and play "Sport Activity Game," consisting of SCP-7599-1 using the various dismembered body parts of the MTF members as projectiles and seeing how far they could be thrown. Lague: We have two days before whatever "battle plans" these bastards come up with are put into effect. I'm at a loss. Bohart: Maybe we're looking at this from the wrong perspective. Lague: In what way? Bohart: They're Moon Monsters. Maybe we need Moon Weapons. Lague: What qualifies as a Moon Weapon? Bohart: I don't know! We can bash them over the head with moon rocks. Maybe something like a fire bombing of moon rocks. Lague: I don't think that's gonna work. Bohart: What about like… is there a Moon Hero of some sort? Lague: […] a Moon what now? Bohart: You know, like a Moon He— Lague: Champion. (Silence.) Lague: Damn it. Addendum 7599.4: SCP-1233 A reassessment of SCP-1233's file was undertaken. After a thorough review, the Foundation located Saratoga Springs, New York resident Bob Parsons, as SCP-1233 incorrectly identified Parsons as "Lord President of Earth." Bananagrams. After an interview and the employment of low-dosage mnestics,1 Parsons located a dirty bag of the Bananagrams word game. Parsons instructed Foundation staff to gather the game's letter tiles and spell out "MOON CHAMPION" with the pieces. The SCP-1233 summoning ritual took place at Site-333 in Atlantic City, New Jersey for the purpose of keeping the entity at a distance from SCP-7599-1. Following Site-Director Vincent Bohart's spelling of 'MOON CHAMPION' with the game pieces, Foundation satellites identified a spacial body hurling toward Earth at high speed. SCP-1233 was discovered in a large crater on the beach of Atlantic City. TRANSCRIPT (Director Bohart approaches SCP-1233, which is repeatedly gathering handfuls of sand from the beach and throwing them into the ocean.) SCP-1233: You there! I am Moon Champion, champion of the Moon, defender of space justice and destroyer of evil. I was summoned here by the plant of words and truth to defend the Earth. Your voluptuous form tells me you have access to fine treasures and treats the common folk do not. I pledge fealty to your cause, corpulent cowboy. Bohart: That's… that's nice. Thank you. What if I told you Moon Monsters—? (As Bohart was speaking, SCP-1233 proceeded to lay face down on the sand.) Bohart: Why are you doing that? SCP-1233: Ah, yes. I've always wanted to experience bathing in the sun. The Moon King forbids sun worship, but I am simply hoping he never finds out that I engaged in this transgression. The burning sensation is quite painful! This is a common leisure activity. (SCP-1233 places its "face" back in the sand.) Bohart: Jesus— Can you just listen to me, god damn it. SCP-1233: My Moon Hearing is universally renowned and fully engaged! You are receiving my undivided and unparalleled attention. This human podcast has been an exceptional joy to witness! Please, elaborate further on your mystical ways. (SCP-1233 is still laying face down in the sand.) Bohart: There are Moon Monsters on Earth. Can you please fight the Moon Monsters? (SCP-1233 instantly regains its footing and enters into a fighting stance.) SCP-1233: Where are they? Have they engaged their invisibility? This could be a calamity, my liege. The evil of the Moon Monsters knows no bounds! I, Moon Champion, pledge to defend the Earth as I have the Moon Kingdom from the onslaught of these foul creatures. Bohart: No. They're not here. We need to go to them. They're not invisible either. (SCP-1233 grabs a dull seashell fragment from the sand and hands it to Bohart,) SCP-1233: This will be your Excalibur. Please, handle this broadsword with great care. Only the mightiest may wield a weapon of this magnitude! I must gather a war council. Bohart: We have a lot of experts. I don't know. Fuck it. Do whatever you have to do to be successful. SCP-1233: Thank you for the permission, Baron Minister of War. You have been a most itchy host. After the chaos you have so bravely suffered through, may your days no longer be filled with human sacks of rice and massive stereos. Houston, we have a Champion! (SCP-1233 triggers its jetpack and flies off.) SCP-1233, captured by Foundation satellite. SCP-1233 later returned to Site-333 accompanied by "The greatest war minds, battle-ists, and violent-ers the Earth has to offer." This included: UFC Commentator and Podcast Host Joe Rogan; Four pitbulls; Former United States Secretary of State Henry Kissinger; The coffin and corpse of Former United States President George Washington; Epic Games CEO and Creator of Fortnite Tim Sweeney; World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Executive Chairman Vince McMahon; Three bundles of TNT with smiley faces drawn on them with permanent marker. Site-333 personnel dismissed SCP-1233's "war council" to its dismay. Addendum 7599.5: Neutralization of SCP-7599 TRANSCRIPT (SCP-1233 is hovering 30 meters above Kansas Cities.) SCP-1233: I have arrived at this bastion. I feel my Moon Balance pulling towards the left. This could mean one of many things, such as an alteration in your species' migration patterns, a bus being within a 14-mile radius, or the presence of Moon Monsters. Lague: I think it's the latter. SCP-1233: Ladders are low on my list of ruiners of balance, Beatle. It's an interesting theory, but I have no need to climb to great heights as I have my trusty jetpack! Another time, if I were to clear another human o-zone cavity I may need a ladder. Hm. This place is a garden of beauty. No wonder the Moon Monsters targeted this locale, they knew they could corrupt it with their dastardly deeds. Lague: Yeah. Dastardly. We need them gone. (SCP-1233 slowly rotates. It is now upside down. It remains stationary in midair.) Lague: You're upside down. SCP-1233: I'm scouting all possible angles! The best mode of entry is not always seen from the outset. The tactical, practical approach is always the best. They will never see me coming! (SCP-1233 violently flies through multiple building as it moves closer to the cities. Various SCP-7599 entities are within its view.) SCP-1233: A ha! Hold all of your equine creatures. I, Moon Champion, see the trouble! Your Earth brains have been sorely mistaken! Lague: What are you talking about? SCP-1233: This is a very common mistake, m'fine feathered friend. These are no Moon Monsters! These hateful critters are Moon Beasts. I made a similar mistake once before when I confused a ‘pug’ for a dog. SCP-7599-1: We do not know what those are, small… white speck in the sky. SCP-7599-1: Put this in your smoke and pipe down. SCP-7599-1: Listen here, wise guy. You're no Confucius, you're just confused-uuh. Lague: They— They said they were Moon Monsters, dude. SCP-1233: They are fraudulent frauds of the utmost magnitude. I've had many a space adventure fighting these Moon Beasts. SCP-7599: We are Monsters from the Moon— SCP-1233: It appears they have employed the trickster's prank upon your populace. No bother! I, Moon Champion, defender of the Moon and Earth, shall defeat them! (SCP-1233 lands near a single SCP-7599 entity.) SCP-1233: Greetings Moon Beast, I see you have invaded this large human bakery. This can not stand! Bread is one of the only foodstuffs a human can enjoy without suffering the effects of death, and you dare to take that away from these kind children! I have defeated you in battle once, and I shall do it again handily! SCP-7599-1: Does anyone know who this marshmallow is? SCP-7599-1: It's a farce-mallow. SCP-7599-1: This game is over before anyone even put a quarter into it. He is making no cents. SCP-7599-1: Are we supposed to know who you are, marshmall—? (SCP-1233 cocks its fist and punches the entity's form. All SCP-7599-1 entities fall to the ground before dissolving into piles of milky, white goo.) SCP-1233: A ha! You have been demolished. No Moon Beast is any match for the might of Moon Champion! For glory! For honor! For space justice! Lague: (To Bohart) Did… did we not try fucking punching them? Bohart: Nope, no we didn't. Lague: There's no fucking way. (SCP-1233 engages its jetpack, slamming through multiple buildings as it exits Earth.) SCP-7599 has been reclassified as neutralized following SCP-1233's interaction with them. Mass amnesticization protocols have been invoked due to this event; current procedure places the amnestics in the world's water supply and concentrated aerosolized dispersal in the most affected areas. The laws created by SCP-7599-1 have been erased from record. Loss of company profits and the stock market downturn caused by the work shortage have since returned to their baseline levels prior to this event. Footnotes 1. Bob Parsons had been amnesticized following his initial interaction with SCP-1233. 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SCP-7599 | uncontained | PlaguePJP: XXXVI by PlaguePJP SCP-7599 — Lunacy ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7599 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7599 as photographed by the Lynch-Syuz Deepspace Telescope. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7599's impact zone and SCP-7599-1 are restrained within Kansas City, Kansas and Kansas City, Missouri (Kansas Cities). An exclusion area has been established around Kansas Cities. Non-Foundation personnel entering or exiting Kansas Cities is expressly prohibited. Site-322 and Site-333 personnel are heading research into the neutralization of SCP-7599-1. This is considered a top priority and all required resources will be allocated upon request. SCP-7599-1 instance moments before tearing the photographer apart. Description: SCP-7599 was a biological mass of unknown origin, approximately 3 kilometers in diameter, that was on a collision course with Earth. SCP-7599 made impact with Earth on March 23, 2018, at the exact midway point between Kansas City, Kansas, and Kansas City, Missouri. The damage that should have been caused by an asteroid the size of SCP-7599 colliding with Earth was not sustained. SCP-7599-1 denotes 1300 - 1600 extraterrestrial entities that hatched from SCP-7599. SCP-7599-1 are animate, amorphous blobs composed of an unidentified creamy white substance, possessing a vague resemblance to cephalopods. Entities possess one to five appendages, which they use for grabbing, throwing, and/or tearing things, often people, in half. SCP-7599-1's internal structure is largely unknown, but its primary mass consists of a large mouth equipped with five rows of variably sharp teeth. Black spheres, assumed to be eyes, appear randomly on SCP-7599-1, including its underside. SCP-7599-1 instances form a collective hivemind, speaking simultaneously and experiencing shared sensations like pain, pleasure, and reactions to various stimuli. Instances display relative individual autonomy, moving independently by slithering or levitating. To date, SCP-7599-1 has been completely impervious to all conventional weaponry tested against them, including low-caliber rifles, high-caliber rifles, bombs, swords, battle axes, and flamethrowers. The Foundation has passively countered the spread of SCP-7599-1 globally by instituting a media blackout before the entities discovered television or the internet. SCP-7599-1 have used a combination of their abilities to conquer Kansas City, Missouri, and Kansas City, Kansas, henceforth Kansas Cities, and subjugate its residents. SCP-7599-1 are currently under the impression that Kansas Cities is the extent of human civilization, believing that they have dominated Earth in "record time." Addendum.7599.1: SCP-7599-1 Behavior in Kansas Cities SCP-7599-1's first major action within Kansas Cities was ordering the location's over 500,000 residents to exit their homes. From there, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech: TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We are the Monsters from the Moon, conquerers of Earth and all its inhabitants. SCP-7599-1: We have been subjugated and battered and bruised for far too long. SCP-7599-1: We took that metaphorical bat and met a physical people to bruise on. The Earth people. SCP-7599-1: We have the bat so no running home here. SCP-7599-1: We have decided to be the subjugators, batterers, and bruisers. SCP-7599-1: Expect new laws that have the sole purpose of ruining your day soon. A number of new laws were instituted and heavily enforced. Below is the announcement given by SCP-7599-1. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1 instances are spread throughout the mass of Kansas Cities Residents. SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth. SCP-7599-1: We hope you're salivating all over our new laws. They've been home-baked and homemade. SCP-7599-1: You are now subjugated. If you don't like it, go bark up the right tree. We're rooted down in your soil while you're too busy in soiled pants. SCP-7599-1: The most coherent, come-herent. SCP-7599-1: New law number one: you will now be forced to work for four hours a day. Your exhaustion will be incalculable. New law number two: we are raising the price of your rent to 200 of your green paper human doubloons a month. If you don't rent, the taxes on your home will be 200 of your green paper human doubloons as well. We're sorry, we don't make the rules. (Pause.) SCP-7599-1: Those are all the laws. Tyranny. (The majority of people begin to raucously cheer, SCP-7599-1 seem to take this display as a show of anger, fear, and/or anguish.) SCP-7599-1: The wails of victims. Almost as sad as victims of whales. Man In Audience: Fuck you, commie pricks. SCP-7599-1: Why don't you commie over here voice guy, and deliver one of your phrasings to our face-ings. SCP-7599-1: That was a strawman. I don't see a drink in your hand, but you should take that straw and suck it up. Addendum 7599.2: SCP-7599-1 Incidents Downtown Kansas City. Additional unforeseen challenges arose once the entities' laws were ratified. Kansas Cities residents began sabotaging Foundation containment protocols, not due to any form of anomalous manipulation but out of genuine satisfaction with SCP-7599-1's policies. While multiple escape attempts were made, the only successful attempt was performed by 36-year-old Richard Nielson, who left in order to visit his mother for her birthday. The following encounter was captured on Foundation surveillance cameras upon Nielson's return. TRANSCRIPT (An SCP-7599-1 instance is seen reentering the exclusion zone with the escapee, Richard Nielson, tangled in one of its appendages. It is unknown how the entity escaped or returned unnoticed.) SCP-7599-1: I regained the roadrunner. SCP-7599-1: That was a gold star job of good nature. Neilson: Let me fucking go! I was trying to go see my mother! SCP-7599-1: You are a snitch of yourself. SCP-7599-1: Snitches get the stitches. Keep talking and you will be sewn. SCP-7599-1: I have a better idea. We give the snitch some stitches before it snitches. SCP-7599-1: This arts and crafts exercise. This guy art to craft some motherly love in his heart. SCP-7599-1: Your mother. She does not live here? Neilson: No, she doesn't live here, god damn it! You ripped me off of her porch! SCP-7599-1: That was a human? I thought that was some form of bird. SCP-7599-1: That was a human. A her-man. SCP-7599-1: Her-mom. SCP-7599-1: No. His-mom. SCP-7599-1: All the eggs were made of red blocks and looked the same. I assumed they were incubating. Does your species not hatch out of these? Neilson: Those are houses in a suburb. They look the same because Home Owners' Associations are modern-day fascists. SCP-7599-1: Does this league of homeowners pose a threat to our rule? Or will they own our homes and their asses? Neilson: Can you let me— (SCP-7599-1 tightens its grip.) SCP-7599-1: Where does your brood mother live? Neilson: New York! SCP-7599-1: You sold your incubator that quickly. Seems your head is hard-boiled against honor. SCP-7599-1: Bad sun, you would not become a supernova. SCP-7599-1: He is already a white dwarf. SCP-7599-1: New York… does that mean there is an Old York? Where is it? Neilson: Another continent. I don't know! SCP-7599-1: Another continent. We can-tinent take it over. SCP-7599-1: Let me be frank. SCP-7599-1: Good name choice, Frank. SCP-7599-1: New continent. If the cookie crumbles that way, we lick up the pieces. Following the events of the above transcript, SCP-7599-1 delivered the following speech. TRANSCRIPT SCP-7599-1: Salutations humans of Earth — or should I say humans of Kansas City, Nebraska and Kansas. It is very rude of you all not to tell us that this was not, in fact, the entire Earthly population. SCP-7599-1: If this is the human idea of a joke, I'd rather be put into a plane and pummelled at a planet. SCP-7599-1: This is not a regular population. This is a very rude and not nice population. SCP-7599-1: Populate this in your brainstems and plant it, you are all being punished. SCP-7599-1: Your rent and taxes have been raised by 10 of your green paper doubloons. Sorry again. We do not make the rules. (Multiple people in the crowd make confused glances.) SCP-7599-1: You all seem happy. SCP-7599-1: Maybe this will make you feel crappy, ol' chap-y. SCP-7599-1: You have all been inquisitive as to what we're doing. SCP-7599-1: Well now, the inquisitors will become the even more inquisitioned. SCP-7599-1: We have a plan for your whole planet. This plan, it would be an inquisition. Stand on this popsicle and blow it. Throughout the proceeding days, the following incidents occurred: Event Description SCP-7599-1 instances creating and enforcing a new law eliminating "moon worship," mandating that Kansas Cities residents get more than nine hours of sleep before starting their work day. SCP-7599-1 instances closing educational institutes three times under the guise of "the snow's day" after multiple incidents of them hurling large bags of all-purpose flour at apartment buildings for the reason of "testing the most evil of human weaponry." A number of SCP-7599-1 instances ransacking the cities' major retail stores, solely stealing each store's stock of Funko Pop! figurines. (A number of SCP-7599-1 entities are enamored by a massive pile of Funko Pop! figurines.) SCP-7599-1: These totems… they hold a mystery I can not understand. SCP-7599-1: It is their eyes. They are black. Unknowing. Yet, universal. SCP-7599-1: Wheoever made these… they are masters of their craft. I hope our conquest leads an artisan with half the skill honoring us in a way similar to these effigies. Addendum 7599.3: Neutralization Attempts NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.01 Item Used: Laser-based Weaponry wielded by a containment team. Result: No effect. SCP-7599-1 managed to capture and dismember members of the containment team. The entities have since opted to string up a majority of the body parts as decorations for the upcoming Easter holiday for the stated reason of "satiating the rancor of the nectar-laying rodent." Lague: I thought sci-fi-esque weaponry would do something. They can't be immune to everything. Bohart: What if we nuked them? I'll submit a proposal. Lague: That— that's definitely an idea. I'll be real, I don't think we're quite there yet, but I won't write it off. Bohart: If they are immune to everything…? Lague: Then I'll look into the nukes. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.02 Item Used: High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun (HECOR) Result: The HECOR was fired on April 13th, 2018, solely focused on the Bank of America which SCP-7599-1 converted into an office space and "man cave." The building was completely destroyed, however, no SCP-7599-1 instances were harmed. Bohart: Can we nuke them now? Lague: We're not nuking shit! Stop talking about nukes, my god. So fucking annoying. Bohart: Wow. I don't need you taking out your frustration on me. Lague: Leave the project then. Bohart: Well if you don't want me here then I'll leave! Lague: At least have the decency to admit you can't hack it. Don't blame me. (Bohart pauses.) Bohart: You're different lately. Lague: What? What does that even mean? Bohart: You're… you're just not the man I remember researching with. NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT ID - 7599.03 Item Used: Thaumaturgically-enhanced members of Mobile Task Force Pi-1 (“City Slickers”) Result: After learning that SCP-7599-1 were immune to thaumaturgy, SCP-7599-1 took it upon themselves to gather up the Mobile Task Force and play "Sport Activity Game," consisting of SCP-7599-1 using the various dismembered body parts of the MTF members as projectiles and seeing how far they could be thrown. Lague: We have two days before whatever "battle plans" these bastards come up with are put into effect. I'm at a loss. Bohart: Maybe we're looking at this from the wrong perspective. Lague: In what way? Bohart: They're Moon Monsters. Maybe we need Moon Weapons. Lague: What qualifies as a Moon Weapon? Bohart: I don't know! We can bash them over the head with moon rocks. Maybe something like a fire bombing of moon rocks. Lague: I don't think that's gonna work. Bohart: What about like… is there a Moon Hero of some sort? Lague: […] a Moon what now? Bohart: You know, like a Moon He— Lague: Champion. (Silence.) Lague: Damn it. Addendum 7599.4: SCP-1233 A reassessment of SCP-1233's file was undertaken. After a thorough review, the Foundation located Saratoga Springs, New York resident Bob Parsons, as SCP-1233 incorrectly identified Parsons as "Lord President of Earth." Bananagrams. After an interview and the employment of low-dosage mnestics,1 Parsons located a dirty bag of the Bananagrams word game. Parsons instructed Foundation staff to gather the game's letter tiles and spell out "MOON CHAMPION" with the pieces. The SCP-1233 summoning ritual took place at Site-333 in Atlantic City, New Jersey for the purpose of keeping the entity at a distance from SCP-7599-1. Following Site-Director Vincent Bohart's spelling of 'MOON CHAMPION' with the game pieces, Foundation satellites identified a spacial body hurling toward Earth at high speed. SCP-1233 was discovered in a large crater on the beach of Atlantic City. TRANSCRIPT (Director Bohart approaches SCP-1233, which is repeatedly gathering handfuls of sand from the beach and throwing them into the ocean.) SCP-1233: You there! I am Moon Champion, champion of the Moon, defender of space justice and destroyer of evil. I was summoned here by the plant of words and truth to defend the Earth. Your voluptuous form tells me you have access to fine treasures and treats the common folk do not. I pledge fealty to your cause, corpulent cowboy. Bohart: That's… that's nice. Thank you. What if I told you Moon Monsters—? (As Bohart was speaking, SCP-1233 proceeded to lay face down on the sand.) Bohart: Why are you doing that? SCP-1233: Ah, yes. I've always wanted to experience bathing in the sun. The Moon King forbids sun worship, but I am simply hoping he never finds out that I engaged in this transgression. The burning sensation is quite painful! This is a common leisure activity. (SCP-1233 places its "face" back in the sand.) Bohart: Jesus— Can you just listen to me, god damn it. SCP-1233: My Moon Hearing is universally renowned and fully engaged! You are receiving my undivided and unparalleled attention. This human podcast has been an exceptional joy to witness! Please, elaborate further on your mystical ways. (SCP-1233 is still laying face down in the sand.) Bohart: There are Moon Monsters on Earth. Can you please fight the Moon Monsters? (SCP-1233 instantly regains its footing and enters into a fighting stance.) SCP-1233: Where are they? Have they engaged their invisibility? This could be a calamity, my liege. The evil of the Moon Monsters knows no bounds! I, Moon Champion, pledge to defend the Earth as I have the Moon Kingdom from the onslaught of these foul creatures. Bohart: No. They're not here. We need to go to them. They're not invisible either. (SCP-1233 grabs a dull seashell fragment from the sand and hands it to Bohart,) SCP-1233: This will be your Excalibur. Please, handle this broadsword with great care. Only the mightiest may wield a weapon of this magnitude! I must gather a war council. Bohart: We have a lot of experts. I don't know. Fuck it. Do whatever you have to do to be successful. SCP-1233: Thank you for the permission, Baron Minister of War. You have been a most itchy host. After the chaos you have so bravely suffered through, may your days no longer be filled with human sacks of rice and massive stereos. Houston, we have a Champion! (SCP-1233 triggers its jetpack and flies off.) SCP-1233, captured by Foundation satellite. SCP-1233 later returned to Site-333 accompanied by "The greatest war minds, battle-ists, and violent-ers the Earth has to offer." This included: UFC Commentator and Podcast Host Joe Rogan; Four pitbulls; Former United States Secretary of State Henry Kissinger; The coffin and corpse of Former United States President George Washington; Epic Games CEO and Creator of Fortnite Tim Sweeney; World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Executive Chairman Vince McMahon; Three bundles of TNT with smiley faces drawn on them with permanent marker. Site-333 personnel dismissed SCP-1233's "war council" to its dismay. Addendum 7599.5: Neutralization of SCP-7599 TRANSCRIPT (SCP-1233 is hovering 30 meters above Kansas Cities.) SCP-1233: I have arrived at this bastion. I feel my Moon Balance pulling towards the left. This could mean one of many things, such as an alteration in your species' migration patterns, a bus being within a 14-mile radius, or the presence of Moon Monsters. Lague: I think it's the latter. SCP-1233: Ladders are low on my list of ruiners of balance, Beatle. It's an interesting theory, but I have no need to climb to great heights as I have my trusty jetpack! Another time, if I were to clear another human o-zone cavity I may need a ladder. Hm. This place is a garden of beauty. No wonder the Moon Monsters targeted this locale, they knew they could corrupt it with their dastardly deeds. Lague: Yeah. Dastardly. We need them gone. (SCP-1233 slowly rotates. It is now upside down. It remains stationary in midair.) Lague: You're upside down. SCP-1233: I'm scouting all possible angles! The best mode of entry is not always seen from the outset. The tactical, practical approach is always the best. They will never see me coming! (SCP-1233 violently flies through multiple building as it moves closer to the cities. Various SCP-7599 entities are within its view.) SCP-1233: A ha! Hold all of your equine creatures. I, Moon Champion, see the trouble! Your Earth brains have been sorely mistaken! Lague: What are you talking about? SCP-1233: This is a very common mistake, m'fine feathered friend. These are no Moon Monsters! These hateful critters are Moon Beasts. I made a similar mistake once before when I confused a ‘pug’ for a dog. SCP-7599-1: We do not know what those are, small… white speck in the sky. SCP-7599-1: Put this in your smoke and pipe down. SCP-7599-1: Listen here, wise guy. You're no Confucius, you're just confused-uuh. Lague: They— They said they were Moon Monsters, dude. SCP-1233: They are fraudulent frauds of the utmost magnitude. I've had many a space adventure fighting these Moon Beasts. SCP-7599: We are Monsters from the Moon— SCP-1233: It appears they have employed the trickster's prank upon your populace. No bother! I, Moon Champion, defender of the Moon and Earth, shall defeat them! (SCP-1233 lands near a single SCP-7599 entity.) SCP-1233: Greetings Moon Beast, I see you have invaded this large human bakery. This can not stand! Bread is one of the only foodstuffs a human can enjoy without suffering the effects of death, and you dare to take that away from these kind children! I have defeated you in battle once, and I shall do it again handily! SCP-7599-1: Does anyone know who this marshmallow is? SCP-7599-1: It's a farce-mallow. SCP-7599-1: This game is over before anyone even put a quarter into it. He is making no cents. SCP-7599-1: Are we supposed to know who you are, marshmall—? (SCP-1233 cocks its fist and punches the entity's form. All SCP-7599-1 entities fall to the ground before dissolving into piles of milky, white goo.) SCP-1233: A ha! You have been demolished. No Moon Beast is any match for the might of Moon Champion! For glory! For honor! For space justice! Lague: (To Bohart) Did… did we not try fucking punching them? Bohart: Nope, no we didn't. Lague: There's no fucking way. (SCP-1233 engages its jetpack, slamming through multiple buildings as it exits Earth.) SCP-7599 has been reclassified as neutralized following SCP-1233's interaction with them. Mass amnesticization protocols have been invoked due to this event; current procedure places the amnestics in the world's water supply and concentrated aerosolized dispersal in the most affected areas. The laws created by SCP-7599-1 have been erased from record. Loss of company profits and the stock market downturn caused by the work shortage have since returned to their baseline levels prior to this event. Footnotes 1. Bob Parsons had been amnesticized following his initial interaction with SCP-1233. 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SCP-7600 | archon | "Is man merely a mistake of God? Or God merely a mistake of man?" — Friedrich Nietzsche Ralliston's entry in the SCP-7000 Contest. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7600 Level5 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Part of SCP-7600, as seen during the activation of one of its protective runes. Assigned Site Site Director Research Heads Assigned Task Force Site-01 O5-1 O5-4 and O5-8 Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-7600 has been indefinitely suspended. Despite this, and in accordance with the SHEPHERD Agreements, the containment of any SCP-1000 instances spotted by Foundation assets outside of the area is still to be carried out as per standard protocol. MTF Alpha-1 insignia. For ease of contact, numerous portals connecting Site-01 and SCP-7600's Inner Sanctum have been constructed; their maintenance is to be considered one of the most important and primary duties of on-Site thaumaturges from both parties. To ensure proper political contacts at least one member of the O5 Council,1 alongside Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), are to be located within the SCP-7600 Foundation Embassy at all times, and are to be monitored by the second Research Head Overseer situated aboveground in SIte-01.2 The continuation of peace between the SCP-7600 population and the SCP Foundation is considered a critical priority. Under no circumstances are any Foundation personnel to interfere with SCP-7600's Sundown Ritual preparations. Description: SCP-7600 is a gigantic biomechanical city megastructure located within the Earth's crust and inner and outer cores, spanning approximately 200 000 000 km3. Dated to be as old as 212 000 years,3 it is the primary habitat hotspot for over 99,5% of all SCP-10004 instances living on Earth and currently hosts over 2 000 000 000 citizens. Self-referred to by its denizens as the city of Druv'tuul,5 it is heavily reinforced by antimemetic and thaumaturgic seals that prevent accidental outside discovery and protect it from the naturally harsh environment affecting its location. SCP-7600's physical makeup and society are each divided into five separate parts, internally referred to as "Rings." Despite their proximity, these Rings do not interact outside of transportation systems between them. The Rings primarily differ from each other based on their intended respective purposes. For example, Rings One to Four focus themselves solely on physical work,6 whilst the fifth Ring — the highest possible social position within SCP-7600's society, hosting its aristocracy and king (further referred to as SCP-7600-K) — is concerned only with the maintenance of thaumaturgical binds and rituals protecting the city, effectively acting as the administrative organ for SCP-7600 while further utilizing the work of other Rings as preparations for the Sundown Ritual. Although the buildings making up the different Rings possess a variety of appearances, all of them are composed of a combination of metallic and organic materials estimated to be technologically ahead of humanity's current advancement. . SCP-7600 Cultural Briefing O5-4, circa 1904. […] "The culture the people of SCP-7600 bear is… strange, frankly. These people focus their entire lives on nothing but torturous work, with no outcome other than the promise that, one day, thanks to their sacrifice, they will bring their god back home. Perhaps it is due to more than 200 000 years of isolation from the outside world they've endured, but… they do not seem to care about their fate. They cherish it, in fact. To be part of the greater whole is, to them, the ultimate purpose of life. They'd known nothing else for so long, so how could it be anything but that? The interesting thing, however, is that the rulers of Druv'tuul aren't different. From the most powerful politicians governing daily production rates to the king himself, they seem equally ecstatic about their goal. Of course, the fact that big majority of their preparations are already complete must definitely help this view, but it cannot help but strike me as… odd, at least. In all my years, I've seen nothing like this. Not once. To bear witness to a society devoid of anything but work — even crime — yet still maintaining normal people as its citizens is bizarre. One explanation is that their god — this Phomet they speak of — is simply worth all of the troubles. All material I've recovered that refers to the being describes him as a figure reminiscent of Buddha or Ion; a benevolent teacher to his kind, showing them the world for what it truly is. The stories I've read talk of him eventually departing for a great journey across the myriad of worlds out there in search of more wisdom to pass to his children after he gave them all knowledge he had, but… I cannot help but feel a little suspicious towards this whole idea. We've never recovered any strong evidence to support the existence of someone similar to Phomet in history. But, on the other hand, nothing ever revealed or said by anyone within SCP-7600 even remotely suggests their plan focuses on anything else but a genuine will to bring back their beloved messiah. I do not know what to think of this situation. I just hope that neither these stories nor the men that listened to them prove to be wrong." […] — Excerpt from "A Study of the Culture of SCP-7600" by O5-4, released by internal Foundation publishing. The Sundown Ritual itself, along with any and all preparations for it, is the primary "goal" and focus of all SCP-7600 citizens and their work. Considered to be the central idea of SCP-7600's culture, it was deduced to be a hypercomplex thaumaturgical ritual that would utilize the entire area of the city and extremely specific and complicated markings laid within as its thaumic circle, focusing all energy harnessed towards the inner sanctum, where SCP-7600-K would then use said energy to complete the ritual. Although its exact characteristics are unknown, recovered scripture and information retrieved from SCP-7600-K suggest that, when finalized, it would cause the creation of some sort of immensely powerful "lantern" construct that would guide the supposedly lost, god-like SCP-1000 instance (referred to by Yeren scripture as "Phomet") with its dimensionally-crossing light, allowing him to "reclaim his guideship over his people." For further information, see — SCP-7600 Cultural Briefing. The Chilean city of Valdivia, immediately following the 1960 earthquake. Discovery: SCP-7600 was discovered during the aftermath of the Great Chilean earthquake that occurred on 22/05/1960. Due to the magnitude of the event it was initially believed to have been caused by anomalous influence, the foremost theory suggesting it was caused by a paraweapon or eigenweapon test in the area which destabilized local reality.7 Despite Foundation research ultimately concluding that it was, in reality, an entirely natural phenomenon, retreating researchers spotted multiple humanoid figures in the area immediately following the earthquake's occurrence. Further research by the on-site personnel revealed the Yeren originated from a large, previously undiscovered cave that led into what is now classified as SCP-7600, the likes of which is located beneath the city of Valdivia. It would later be revealed that the earthquake had managed to damage the binds of one of SCP-7600's antimemetic seals that guarded it against aboveground entry prompting citizens to repair them and leading to instances being spotted by Foundation staff. A series of new scans and thaumaturgic echolocation practices conducted with the consideration of said seals then revealed the existence of a location near the Earth's core which was then classified as SCP-7600. Due to its significant size and potential relation to SCP-1000, the project and all further research into the anomaly was immediately promoted to Level Alpha priority. Before a Foundation manned mission into the location could be dispatched, however, O5-48 — the decided research head for the project — made the following statement: Ever since we've founded ourselves amidst the chaos following the Sixth Occult War in the winter of 1870, the existence of SCP-7600 — or, at least, something very similar to it — has been… suspected by myself and my team. We'd always known where our second biggest neighbor — the Fae — lived. Avalon (as painful as its loss might've been), Esterberg, and Hy-Brasil have been no secrets to any member of the anomalous world, but… Yeren (or the Children of the Night, as we liked to call them back then) had no such place to call home. No matter where we searched or how hard we tried, it just simply didn't exist. So that was what we lead ourselves to believe for over 90 years. And then the 22nd of May happened. I'd be lying if I said finally getting proof of SCP-7600's existence isn't… exciting, to say the least. It's one of the biggest breakthroughs I've ever made in my study of SCP-1000's culture. For years uncounted, the mysteries of who the peculiar Phomet was and what the Key he gifted to his kind is have trapped my mind. These questions were my primary drive forward here in the Foundation, so to — after so many years — discover potential answers to them by pure luck is not just enthralling. It is exhilarating. I'd like it to be known to every Department of History doctor, every lone researcher with a passion for this field similar to mine — come to me. Come to me, and you will be given a chance to explore SCP-7600 and its mysteries alongside me after we make first contact with Alpha-1. Come to me, and, together, we shall finally put this puzzle together and make the riddle that is our past, present, and future into a fully comprehensive set. Come with me and O5-8 aboveground, and we might just make the bright future we promised ourselves and the paranormal after the Factory9 into a reality. I have but one simple request to all those who accept my invitation — be careful. After what we'd done to those that lived in the forests, we absolutely cannot allow ourselves to bring the same fate to those that inhabit the lands below us. Because, otherwise, that might finally prove to be what unmakes us. — O5-4, "The Annalist" Addendum 7600-1: Initial Exploration of SCP-7600 Date: 22/05/1960 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Alpha-1, squad Bravo ("Red Right Hand") Subject: SCP-7600 Team Lead: A-1-1 Team Members: A-1-2, A-1-3, A-1-4, A-1-5 Foreword: For ease of entry, MTF Alpha-1 was transported via the usage of apportation as closely to the borders of SCP-7600 as possible; due to the existence of an impassable wall created by the thaumaturgic protection sigils guarding the city, direct teleportation into SCP-7600 itself was deemed impossible. The closest possible apportation distance — and the distance to which Alpha-1 was transported — was 500 meters. Due to the depth, they were covered in a plethora of cooling and protective symbols which would absorb the heat from around them and protect them against pressure. [BEGIN LOG] As footage connects again, members of Alpha-1 are laying on the ground in a large, dark grotto. The thaumaturgic circle in which they were teleported can still be seen fading around the five. Its red markings and sigils are disappearing into the brown floor over the course of a few seconds. When no runes remain, all five stand up and take in their surroundings. Although the cavern's walls are visible, its ceiling extends upwards into darkness. A-1-1 flashes her light at it, but the pillar of light dies after 20 meters upwards. She switches it off, and turns to the rest of her team. A-1-1: Command, this is One speaking. All five members reported present. No damage done by procedure. Over. Command: We hear you loud and clear, One. Over. The four remaining members come closer, replacing A-1-1's light with their own. Through these newly-activated beacons, two corridors terminating in the cavern are revealed, one leading up, one leading down. The five turn towards the latter, readying their weapons, tuning their vision to infrared,10 and turning their lights off. A-1-2: Two, reporting in. We located our target. Requesting approval to engage. Over. Command: Approval granted, Two. Over and out. Recorded camera footage. A-1-2 nods to A-1-1, who in turn looks at the remaining operatives. They all point their paraweaponry into the gaping darkness that engulfs the corridor in front of them. A-1-3 signals the rest to stop and closes their eyes. After five seconds of deep focus, they open them again, and slowly proceed forward. Their companions follow shortly after. As a strong breeze of wind rushes through the passageway without an apparent source, A-1-5 turns back, frantically scanning the corridor behind him. The others stop but continue seconds later, albeit more slowly, this time with A-1-5 guarding their backs. A-1-3 remains in front. The three others turn their vision to the walls surrounding them. Though the structure is nothing majorly out of the ordinary, the walls are unnaturally even and smooth; if it wasn't for the fact the pathway was constantly descending downwards, its frame would be a perfect, perpendicular 2-meter square. A-1-3 squints their eyes. A-1-3: You feel this? A-1-5 raises an eyebrow. A-1-5: …Do I feel what? A-1-3 draws a circle in the air with their right hand, but continues walking forward. A-1-3: This… warmth. A-1-2 rolls their eyes. A-1-2: We're a thousand kilometers underground, of course we feel warmth. A-1-3: No, I mean, like… like whatever's down there, it's… good. That kind of warmth. The type you felt when your mother hugged you when you were seven. A-1-2: Weren't you meant to be a twenty?11 A-1-3: I am. That's why I pointed it out. It's… It's weird. A-1-1 gets ahead of A-1-3, signaling the other to remain behind. A-1-1: God knows what lies there. We're dealing with an artifact from an age when humans weren't even around in our current form. Who the hell knows. A-1-1 sighs. A-1-1: Just keep on going. Now no longer leading, A-1-3 looks at the walls, too. This time, they are covered in a plethora of markings not found to be thaumaturgical in nature. They begin as simple shapes and lines, but over time turn into larger structures, eventually concluding in a red, serpentine slash that forms rough outlines of a small, humanoid figure. As the corridor progresses, the figure morphs into more and more drawings, in just mere meters spawning a series of what appear to be working creatures, carrying chunks of rock and metal into giant, plant-like refineries. From there, they transport the material towards a castle, from which a large beam is ejected into a night sky, surrounded by stars. Above the palace, however, a single white border can be seen, separating the below from the cosmos; the beacon terminates upon meeting it. This scene is repeated over and over over the course of the two hundred meters of wall the team passes. Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps is heard coming from behind the team. A-1-5 flinches, and starts to frantically aim at the darkness in front of him. His radars do not pick up any heat. A-1-5: Did anyone else see that? The rest stop silently, preparing their weapons. A-1-1 and A-1-3 focus on the front, while A-1-2, A-1-4, and A-1-5 direct their sight towards the back. For ten seconds, they make no sound and do not move. A second wave of wind flashes before the team, this time in its front. A-1-3, who is in the middle, turns towards it. They groan slightly, and gently touch their head. The others notice this and focus entirely on observing their surroundings; when infrared shows up nothing, they all look at A-1-3. They nod, and the team changes their vision to EVE. Recorded camera footage. The entire cave is revealed to glow with heavy magic backlash, rapidly changing its EVE density and focus every second. The radiation dances around them like a flame, focusing mostly on A-1-3 and a few unspecified points in the distance. For a split second, the Task Force members look at these patterns, losing focus on the corridors. In that moment, the cave's magic goes almost dark. As the EVE patterns reform themselves into a humanoid shape in the distance, A-1-5 camera locks onto it, recognizing it as a living being. It starts to rapidly approach the team. A-1-5: Hostile spotted! Requesting permission to open fire! A-1-1 starts to run, and her subordinates soon join her. A-1-1: Denied. Do not engage with locals, no matter what. Commence forward! She starts to pant. Although her tone is calm, it is obvious she is having trouble maintaining this voice. Alpha-1 continues to quickly make its way forward as the path starts to slide more and more downwards. The markings on the walls turn from the previously described paintings into formations of gears, keys, and moon-like shapes. They grow bigger and bigger as the corridor becomes tighter and tighter, eventually allowing only one person to stand in it at once. A-1-1 takes the lead and accelerates, leading the others to do the same. A-1-3 groans again, this time much more loudly, and the one EVE-centered figure approximately 40 meters in the back suddenly turns into three, and eventually into five. They, too, pick up their pace. A-1-1: Fuck, fuck! Command, do you copy? The five turns into ten. Command: We— <inaudible> —lash <inaudible> can— <inaudible> —ot <inaudible> con— The ten turns into twenty. Their distance decreases to 30 meters. A-1-1 firmly taps her headpiece. A-1-1: This is One, requesting backup! Twenty— no, thirty hostiles about to engage with us! Pull us out! Recorded camera footage. The thirty turns into forty. As the team continues to maintain and increase pace, the corridor terminates 2 meters above the ground of the next chamber, causing the five to fall and roll. In seconds, they stand up again, and continue their walk. The new area is much larger and wider than the pathway they arrived through. Although it is entirely devoid of EVE, towards its end a large opening can be seen. It is blindingly dense with both light and magic energy gaping through it from the other side. A-1-5 looks at the hole they fell through; it is pitch-black. All of the figures previously outlined as following them stand at its end, but do not move. They silently observe Alpha-1's movements as they continue forward into the light. Once more, A-1-1 takes lead. The others follow, carefully observing the standing humanoids, whose faces slowly turn to follow the team's every step. A-1-3 swallows hard. A-1-1 tells the remaining team members to ignore the observers and starts to firmly walk forward. The others comply and, in a few moments, are at the threshold of the light. Command: ALPHA-1, DO— <inaudible> —I REPEAT: <inaudible> A-1-1 stops. A-1-1: Command? Can you hear us? Command: ALPHA ONE ONE, IT IS— <inaudible> A-1-1: Command? Command?! A-1-1 repeatedly taps her headphones, only forcing the voice of Command to dissolve faster. In just mere moments it dissipates into static. A-1-1 swears and massages her temples. Seconds later, she picks up her pace again, and shrugs. She takes a deep breath, pauses, and walks through the light. The rest of Alpha-1 follow suit. The feed cuts off for approximately ten seconds, blinded by the intensity. When it reconnects the team is standing in a large cavern. It is blindingly bright with EVE radiation, forcing Alpha-1 to switch back to normal vision. Now, it can be seen that the grotto is at least 500 meters tall and 50 meters wide. Its formation is reminiscent of a monumental man-made hall; its floor is paved and its walls are composed of bricks and polished stones. Throughout the length of the corridor on both sides, a series of approximately one thousand humanoid statues stand. They depict various members of the SCP-1000 race; all of them have their eyes closed and their hands folded. They are all holding stone staffs, all of which are embedded into the dirt. A-1-1's breath starts to tremble. Despite no identifiable light source being present, the entire area is dimly lit and half-filled with fog. In the distance, a 30-meter tall wall can be seen, made up of carefully crafted pillars and flanks. Magma is dripping from drains located inside of it, spitting the liquid out into a river, crossable only by a large, stone bridge. In the wall's center, an equally monumental gate — constructed in the form of a white-furred SCP-1000 instance with a key and crown above its head — stands wide open, revealing a small corridor terminating in solid doors within. On top of a connected gate tower, nestled on the bronze tiles making up its roof, a 3-meter-tall figure covered in shadows stands. It looks directly at the team. A-1-1: C-Command? What is the-the recommended c-course of— A-1-3 touches A-1-1's shoulder. They look at each other deep in the eyes. A-1-1's breathing slows down. A-1-3 touches the hand of A-1-1 that is connecting to the headpiece and gently shows her to let it go, starting to walk in the direction of the gate. A-1-1 closes her eyes and inhales, but follows the other. Eventually, so does the rest of the team. Halfway to the gate, the statues animate and start to rhythmically pound their staffs into the floor. To this repetitive and deafening tune, they start to vocalize chanting noises in an unknown language. The team flinches and starts to run towards the gate. As more and more of the sculptures can be seen, it is revealed they are not artificial constructs, but merely SCP-1000 instances with skin similar to stone in its color. They open their eyes and start to sing faster. The figure atop the gate draws forth some sort of weapon from its back. Command: <static> —copy? Repeat, Alpha-1, do you copy? Relief runs through A-1-1's face. Despite this, she keeps careful watch on the humanoid atop the tower. A-1-1: Thank god. Yes, Command, we copy. Can you see our feed? Command: Yes, <inaudible>, we do. We cannot pull you out of there; the <inaudible> EVE <inaudible> too high for <inaudible> —ull apportation. You are on your own. A-1-1: Shit. What should we do? Command: I'm afraid the only recommendable <inaudible> of action is continuing forward towards <inaudible> gate. Retreat is… inadvisable. A-1-1: W-What? Why? Command: The entities that were chasing you have now <inaudible>. There is… <inaudible>-thousand of them. A-1-1 begins to tremble. A-1-1: Can you… Can you at least identify those chants? What are they? What do they mean? For a few seconds, no answer is heard. Command: We… We believe those people are… repeating the words for… "Fae butchers" in <inaudible> language. A-1-1: Jesus fucking Christ. I— Command: Continue, and we— <inaudible>. Command's feed once again turns into static. A-1-1: Shit, shit, shit, shit! At this point, the team reaches the bridge. They are only 100 meters away from the gate. As the first Alpha-1 member sets foot on the structure's stones, the figure standing on the tower suddenly jumps forward, landing just ten meters in front of the team, forcing a cloud of smoke and dust into the air. When it settles down, the individual is revealed to be a 3,5-meter tall, white-furred SCP-1000 instance. It is wearing heavy armor constructed from some organic-metallic material, ending in steel gloves with giant knuckles. In its left hand, a 2-meter sword vibrating with heat from the magma inside its translucent cast is seen. Around it, breath turns into steam. Above the instance's scarred face, tainted with a single white eye, a crown-like yellow formation is levitating. The being growls, and grasps its unoccupied hand. From the tips of its fingers, brown sparks fly out into the air, making the headpieces of half the team explode from EVE overdose. The being furrows its brows. All Alpha-1 members swallow hard. Suddenly, the being laughs. SCP-7600-K: Welcome, children of Adam! I hope your journey here was most pleasant! Although SCP-7600-K's voice is extremely rough, with its accent leading to the overarticulation of the phonemes /d/, /g/, /h/, /w/, and /ɹ/, the English it uses is easily comprehensible. It comes closer, extending its arms, and smiling widely. SCP-7600-K: Oh, it seems my messengers did not manage to welcome you properly. What a shame! I cannot imagine what a nightmare navigating these corridors must be for above-grounders like you, hehehe. SCP-7600-K turns around and starts to walk towards the corridor inside the gate. When, after a few seconds, no Alpha-1 member follows, he once again looks at them, genuine surprise painting his face. SCP-7600-K: What seems to be the matter? It would quite a shame if heroes like you were to refuse a feast within the sacred city of Druv'tuul. I was so excited to finally talk to your kind after all you'd done since we last met, although I did hope to converse with one of your… leaders, if you know what I'm saying, heheh. SCP-7600-K puts his right arm on A-1-1's shoulders, who flinches. SCP-7600-K: Come! I'm sure the rest of the guests are all restless by now. Recorded camera footage. As A-1-1 complies with the being's orders, signaling the rest to follow. They all exchange nervous looks, but continue their walk forward, eventually making their way into the tight corridor within the gate. They walk like this for approximately two minutes, at the end of which they meet large, wooden doors. SCP-7600-K opens them widely, smiling even more than before. SCP-7600-K: Welcome, friends, to Druv'tuul Al-lhad, after more than two hundred millennia! Let us feast together in memory of your recent brave deeds, for the Night is still young! He laughs, and gestures the team to enter with his gigantic, muscular hands. They listen to his request, and the feed gets filled with error after error, with every EVE and light parameter overloading. One by one, every Alpha-1 member disconnects. The log terminates. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Due to an overload of EVE radiation on a scale almost never-before-seen, both the camera and audio feeds of all Alpha-1 members have been terminated, as they were not built to withstand such tremendous stimuli. For the next 36 hours, no contact from the agents was initiated. Addendum 7600-2: Post-Exploration Data Exchange After exactly 36 hours following Alpha-1 's feeds going offline, its agents were suddenly teleported inside of their main quarters at Site-01. They were all perfectly intact, although they all were wearing highly unusual clothing and were extremely dirty. They were immediately detained and quarantined; despite this, all scans proved that they were under no anomalous or thaumaturgic influence, and were merely slightly more EVE-radiating than expected. When this was confirmed, O5-4 personally requested an audit with the team's leader, Alpha-1-1, for the sake of detailed questioning in regards to their exploration mission. It was approved by O5-8 shortly later. Date: 26/05/1960 Interviewed: Samira Rodríguez ("Alpha-1-1") Interviewer: ████ ████████ ("O5-4") Foreword: Before this interview was conducted, initial questions by Site-01 staff revealed Rodríguez to be entirely healthy, capable, and free of any anomalous influence, including memetic or mind-affecting phenomena. Despite this, and to ensure the safety of both involved parties — especially due to their Level 5 and Level 6 Clearances respectively, the conversation was undertaken within a specially prepared room, separating the individuals by a single pane of extremely durable, protective glass. Samira Rodríguez, circa 1958. [BEGIN LOG] O5-4: I realize it may not be… easy, for you, but please, tell me everything you can remember from your time within SCP-7600. Anything you can remember is crucial information for both me and the Council. Rodríguez takes a deep breath. Rodríguez: Alright, I… You got our footage until we reached those doors, right? O5-4 nods. Rodríguez: Right, okay. Rodríguez closes her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. Rodríguez: We passed through into a corridor, just like the one we came through, in-in the giant gateway. It was definitely larger than the one before, though. And its decorations — they were something like those drawings of stars and working Yeren at the beginning, but… much, much more advanced. O5-4: I understand they… differed from the previous ones, yes? Rodríguez: They were still the same scenes, just crafted with much more care. They weren't just lines forming into figures, this time; their composition was… immaculate, almost. But the image, it was still the same — people carrying ingredients into plants and then sacrificing them into some magic beam shooting into a border in the sky. Seems like something important to them, especially considering it kept popping up. But… But I digress — the corridor was long. Really, really long. I can't really say for how long we walked, but it was at least an hour. The king — SCP-7600-K, I mean — kept that happy expression all throughout, even after we told him we needed a break, many times. It was almost as if he didn't listen — he just told us we needed to hurry to some feast, and how happy he was the "children of Adam visited the domain of his people once more." Whatever that means. I'm still not sure if he did that with joy or some sort of insanity-driven passion. He put significant weight on the word "Adam" every single time. Any idea why, sir? O5-4: I'm afraid not. <pause> Did this… strange behavior continue for all your visit? Rodríguez shakes her head. Rodríguez: No. When we entered the city after hours of just walking through the same corridor, it changed. From happiness to pride. Overbearing pride. O5-4 leans forward in the chair. Rodríguez: The city… it was nothing like I'd ever seen. Not even Alagadda felt that… that strange. Druv'tuul, as they called it, was… simply monumental. On a scale I didn't think was possible. On a scale that, by all means, felt like it shouldn't be possible. But there it was. Our first contact was in some… work district, I think — the sky at least 20 kilometers beneath the cave's ceiling was just engulfed in a sea of fire, smoke, and dust. From every corner of the place you could feel steps and voices, always murmuring about work. That's all I could really gather from what little Yeren I know. We walked above them all on some golden bridge. -K didn't even look at the world beneath him. He just marched straight on as hammers fell and engines roared. I couldn't do as little as catch a glimpse of what the buildings were made from — all I could see below were his subjects who… greeted him, kneeling amongst flowing molten metal, suffocating smog, and deafening cracks in stone. Rodríguez: Again, we walked, but this time without exhaustion — it was as if upon entering into this… sanctuary — it almost felt as if it melted away. Our restless steps were accompanied by warmth, always exuding from the myriad pipes and valves while the world was illuminated by the fires and magma, dripping down from the ceiling onto controlled casts and lakes. The people, they turned like gears — every moment, every single goddamned movement they made somehow contributed to whatever machine they were making, even as they wandered streets engraved in symbols I did not understand. O5-4: These symbols — could you elaborate on them? Rodríguez: They were everywhere. Ideally geometrical and seemingly untainted by all of the… dirt. They covered the cobblestone streets of Druv'tuul in their various shapes and sizes. They were laid on every centimeter of the path. All of it. Rodríguez shakes her head. Rodríguez: Excuse my flowery language, sir, but it just… it felt so surreal it's difficult to talk about it without getting a bit emotional. And I feel like normal words wouldn't fully do it justice. O5-4: Do not worry. I understand. <takes down a few notes> This city, though — was there more to it? Surely, you didn't just spend 36 hours wandering around factories. Rodríguez touches her forehead. Rodríguez: Eventually — I could not tell you how long even if I tried — we made it. To… to the Palace, I mean. <takes a deep breath> We went through some golden pathways I felt were reserved only for those of 7600-K's kind and arrived in the single biggest area I have ever seen, sir. I'd give you a comparison, but— do you know the feeling of stargazing on a cloudless night? That… overwhelming notion of incomprehensible size, weighing down upon your measly shoulders. Now take that abysmal scale, and apply it to every direction. That is what it was. That was the cave of the Inner Sanctum. A place beyond size, beyond time, beyond man itself, extending everywhere, forever. It was nearly unbearable. I… You know I'm not a cowardly person, sir, but that… it struck fear into my heart, like it was telling me I was unworthy to even look at it. <pause> From its ceiling, wherever it was, lava fell, filling an impossibly hot ocean around an equally impossibly large and far away island. And, atop it… Rodríguez pauses to take multiple deep breaths. O5-4: We… We can pause, if you need a moment. Rodríguez: N-No, I just needed to gather my thoughts. <pause> Atop the island, there was the palace. It was… a monument to the capabilities of man, built from metal entangled with plants, standing so large and proud in this undefeatable, incomprehensible space as if it was challenging the rules of reality itself. Skyscraping towers waved flags covered with keys, stars, and crowns… and nearly-blinding light shined from— somewhere. All around a tree so big it reached above the structure, w-with a hollow middle. It all just… stood there. Laughing at the world around it, daring it to come and try it. And, guided by the king, we went inside. Rodríguez swallows. Rodríguez: Forgive me for bringing Alagadda up again, but I need something to compare it to to simply put what we saw into words. Similarly to that, within the castle, there was a feast. A feast like I'd never experienced, making my every sense explode with a billion feelings I didn't know existed. Walking through those halls felt like a fever dream, as me and my team navigated through a hundred rooms with so many people I couldn't even begin to describe it all. Aberash, they — I mean, A-1-3 — they were bordering on insanity, experiencing all of those foods and drinks and smells and sights. I could feel their every sense, made more conscious by their skills, practically begging for help. But in their eyes… I could see they didn't want it to stop. O5-4: <pause> The feast — what was it like? Rodríguez: We didn't join the festivities upon arrival, not yet. Before we could sit down in the throneroom, -K took us to some, at this point expectedly, large balcony that overlooked the magma lake from two kilometers above. On its shores, I could see towering humanoid figures, standing and stretching forever into infinity. And, above us, in the sky we could finally see — there were stars. Fake ones, that I'm sure, but they looked like the real things, dancing around in those artificial cosmos. Yet they were brighter than what I'd known stars to look like — it was as if someone that made them had never seen them before. He — the king, I mean — said… something about "liberation awaiting" or something equally nonsensical as he pointed at his own, virtual universe above his head. And then, we went back in. Rodríguez: Again, I cannot begin to describe what it truly felt like. The halls were filled with various SCP-1000 nobilities and mages, of that I'm certain, and all were carefully looking at us as we made our way towards our designated seats. We somehow knew they were ours — they were the only ones that weren't filled by guests. But there were six of them — five bearing the names of my team, and the sixth one… it simply said it belonged to a ████ ████████.12 Rodríguez looks O5-4 directly in the eyes, not blinking for a moment. He sighs. She nods her head, and looks at the ground. Rodríguez: He saw us to our chairs, and just told us to "have fun." And that we did, I-I think. I don't remember. O5-4: You… don't remember? Rodríguez: It went by infinitely fast and yet impossibly slow at the same time — it was as if time itself had unraveled into nothingness for an impossibly drunk me, all the while making me experience and consume things not meant for my brain, f-for my soul. Like miasma, that drug-like ecstasy spread to my people, and, then, it came back to me tenfold. It was like a sickeningly real fever dream, tainted only by the sour smell of alcohol mixed with the sweet taste of the food. I'm sure our noo-specialists will tell you more, because I just can't remember anything else. All… All I can tell for certain is that after more than a day of that, -K came to us once more. He gently tapped us on our shoulders, and… said it was time to go. But he was disappointed. I could feel that. O5-4 raises an eyebrow. Rodríguez: Before he sent us back, he-he leaned in close to me, uncomfortably so, and sort of just stared at the chair that had been empty all night. Stared and… <pause> whispered something to me. O5-4 leans in closer. O5-4: Yes? What was it? Rodríguez: He… he said he wanted to talk to you, sir. [END LOG] Closing Statement: As per her own request, Rodríguez was amnesticized regarding O5-4's name during her standard post-mission treatment. An additional, granted request (sent by O5-4) reduced squad Bravo of Alpha-1 to non-vital mission status with included holidays for the next month. The reasoning given regarded it as a reward for their efforts in the above mission. Immediately following the conduction of the above interview, O5-4 immediately made his way into the Site-01 Summit Hall where he proceeded to call a non-emergency meeting of the O5 Council. Attached below is a transcript of the meeting that follows. Date: 26/05/1960 Parties Present: O5-1, O5-2, O5-4, O5-7, O5-8, O5-13 Foreword: Due to a majority of the O5 Council being off-site at the time (due to parties attending to vital Foundation business elsewhere) they were unable to attend the summit. As such, only those of the Board of Directors listed above participated. O5-8, circa 1940. [BEGIN LOG] O5-8 enters the Summit Hall. O5-1, O5-4, O5-13's ghost, and part of the supercomputer hosting O5-2 are already present. As she closes the doors behind her the room disconnects from baseline reality, becoming an exclusionary safe zone. She sits in her reserved seat and crosses her legs, looking at O5-4 with an expression of dissatisfaction. O5-8: What is it? O5-2: O5-4 IS ATTEMPTING TO GET THE COUNCIL'S PERMISSION FOR A VENTURE INTO SCP-7600. ALONE. O5-8 looks at the expressionless monitor simulating O5-2's face , raises an eyebrow, and then turns towards O5-4. After a second, she scoffs. O5-8: You're… kidding, right? O5-4 squints his eyes, crossing his arms. O5-4: I am not. O5-8 chuckles. O5-8: Right, so we've all just collectively lost our minds this morning, it seems. That's great to hear. Fantastic. O5-8 looks at O5-1. O5-8: And what's the reason for you letting one of our most important members just waltz into an actual Yeren metropolis at the center of the earth like they don't want to kill us for a billion different reasons? Come on, you can do better than that. It's stupid and would not only put him in danger — <tilts her head> which, you know, I would very much not like — but also sabotages our little project here. O5-1 sighs. O5-1: Eight, please. You cannot deny 7600 holds immense historical and research potential which would undoubtedly provide answers to hundreds of questions we've never answered. And— O5-8: So that is why you're allowing him out of all people to go there? To answer some questions for you? You're just going to ignore all of our post-Factory safety protocols and just let him — again, him, from all of History — barge in there like it's good ol' 1900 again? Can you… I don't know, not? I'm speaking in both official and personal authority here. O5-4 turns towards O5-8. O5-4: I am the best man for the job, we all know that. O5-8 does not turn towards O5-4. O5-8: Well, actually, Alpha-1 was. At least they were, until you put them on vacation while we're uncovering the single most important thing this decade. O5-13 fades through the table, standing between the two. O5-13: All right, this seems— O5-8 moves her right hand, forcing O5-13 back on his seat. O5-4: I don't think you understand just how much I know. I know you care about me and the project but… I'm simply the best man for the job. How much that could help here, how much I could help here. I know things that others simply do not— O5-8: What I understand is that you don't realize your importance to many things, people, and your position and the need for you to not risk your life. O5-4 turns towards O5-1. O5-4: Can you do something about her, Aaron? Ever since you allowed her to just de-age herself with her magic, she— O5-1, circa 1955. O5-8: I've made myself younger, not stupider. Being annoyed at some of your ideas is just a logical byproduct of not being bound by some stupid old people rules. Perhaps you could use that procedure sometime? From the looks of things, at least, it seems it could help. It's starting to seem like the good ol' fountain just isn't cutting it for you anymore. O5-4: Put it to a vote or stop being an annoying little ontokinetic brat. I hate to use Mom's argument here, but I am older here. I know better. I always have. O5-1 sighs, reseating his glasses onto his wrinkled nose. O5-1: Both of you, stop this. Neither of you is behaving as your position demands you to, nor how the relations between you demand. I will not tolerate shouting in this hall. Is that understood? O5-4 nods. O5-8 simply looks at the floor. O5-1: Thank you. <pause> Now, let's hear arguments from both sides like civilized people, shall we? All parties present exchange looks, except O5-2, who simply shows a thumbs-up icon on its monitor. O5-1 then focuses on O5-4 and motions him to proceed. O5-4 clears his throat. O5-4: I believe my exploration of SCP-7600 and conversation with SCP-7600-K would not only yield extensive scientific results, but would likely allow us a rare opportunity to hopefully regulate the increasingly frequent Yeren appearances. We are beyond lucky to have been given such a chance — a near-entirely random one, at that — to finally understand what we've been yearning to know about our world for so, so long. You cannot just ask me to waste such a golden opportunity that chance bestowed upon us. O5-4 nods towards O5-8. O5-4: While the dangers my colleague outlined should not be ignored, we have more than enough magic and technology on our hands to protect me from any harm that could befall me within the city. I'm sure she, too, understands why I want to go there, somewhere deep within. Why it's so important to our shared project. But, should such an incident occur regardless — which, again, I find more than doubtful — Judith Low of the History Department would be more than a fitting candidate for my position. O5-1 turns his head towards O5-8. O5-8: If you genuinely need to hear a speech from me to understand why putting him in danger is a terrible idea, then I don't think anything I say would matter anyways. O5-1 sighs, massaging his temple. He then looks around the room, glancing at every Council member present. O5-1: Shall we put it to a vote, then? [END LOG] Closing Statement: By a vote of 6-3-4,13 the motion passed. Addendum 7600-3: O5-4 / SCP-7600-K Meeting Following the approval of his requested expedition, O5-4 proceeded to be fully anti-thaumaturgically inoculated by Site-01 personnel, rendering him a perfect anti-magic sink for the duration of one week. This effect — paired with the numerous protective rituals, totems, and anti-ontokinetic pieces applied to him — render him practically invulnerable to any damage SCP-7600 citizens and surroundings could inflict upon him. However, to further ensure his safety, O5-4 was additionally equipped with an occult talisman bound to Site-01, breaking of which would immediately return him to Site-01 should the need arise. Date: 27/05/1960 Attending Party: O5-4 Subject: SCP-7600 Foreword: Despite O5-4's apportation ritual mirroring that of which was used to transfer MTF Alpha-1, upon emergence he found himself directly within the Inner Sanctum. The reasons for this occurrence were, at the time, unclear and the suspicion spawned from the incident nearly result in O5-4's immediate retrieval. However, due to O5-4's personal override permissions, the mission eventually continued as initially intended. [BEGIN LOG] As reality itself stabilizes and the swirling ash falls to the ground, O5-4 begins to cough violently, covering his eyes in reaction to a nearby, blinding light. Moments later a large furred hand pierces through the barrier of illumination, extending towards the Overseer. After brief hesitation— during which Four appeared ready to activate the teleportation failsafe — he accepted the gesture. SCP-7600-K: I have been waiting for you, Overseer. Four stands up, blinking twice. He realizes he is located inside the center of a large hall. The room is constructed solely from steel-like metal and stone, and vine-like chandeliers flickering with green flames hang from the barely-visible ceiling illuminating the room entirely. He turns to his left, taking in a large gate that seems to lead into the remainder of the palace, the floor carpeted in a royal crimson. To his right, the carpet terminates at the base of a 10-meter tall throne constructed from the melted-together remnants of golden keys. It, and the hall in its entirety, are empty. Behind the chair, however, a giant glass pane divides the repetitive wall design, seemingly to gaze out into the magma-filled lake. O5-4 returns his gaze to SCP-7600-K who, standing in front of the throne, extends his hand to the Overseer. They exchange a firm handshake.. O5-4: Just "Four" is fine enough. SCP-7600-K smiles, releasing the grasp. SCP-7600-K: Then, Four, it is truly a pleasure to be able to welcome your kind once more to Druv'tuul. Especially someone like… you. O5-4 raises an eyebrow, putting his hands behind his back. He walks forward towards the window, trying to see what's on the other side. O5-4: You know, normally I wouldn't much appreciate someone relocating the exit of my teleportation, but… I think a sight like this is enough for me to forgive you. SCP-7600-K chuckles politely, joining Four. SCP-7600-K: I thought you'd want to come directly to the palace rather have to bother with city's usual entry pathways. Especially with how your — Alpha-1's, was it? — mission turned out, heh. The two take a moment of silence, not sharing a single word. For almost two minutes, they simply look at what is presumed to be the magma lake in front of them. O5-4: My men said you wanted to see me, 7600-K. Is that correct? SCP-7600-K raises an eyebrow, cracking a slight smile. SCP-7600-K: Is that what your people have called me? Similarly, simply Met'heus will do. O5-4 nods his head with visible appreciation for the gesture. SCP-7600-K: But, yes, I have called you here. For what I believe is a reason you will find most intriguing. O5-4 crosses his arms. SCP-7600-K: Let me show you. SCP-7600-K extends his left hand towards the glass and, after a few graceful, precise touches along the pane, takes a step back. The entire wall proceeds to quickly destruct itself, the glass seeming to fade away entirely as the bricks reposition themself into the formation of a balcony segment extending outside of the confines of the room. Once the reconstruction seems to complete, SCP-7600-K takes the first step forward while motioning for O5-4 to do the same. He complies. Recorded camera footage. They emerge into an open grotto, extending in every direction until the end of the horizon severs vision. Approximately two kilometers below the palace a lake is filled by the constant drip of magma from a ceiling so far up that clouds of smoke obfuscate it entirely. The two are protected from its heat by a transparent barrier surrounding the balcony on which they stand. In the distance of the cavern, the shores of the massive pool can be seen. Atop them, a series of 300-meter humanoid metal statues stand, their arms extended towards to falling flows of magma with constructs that appear visible similar to lanterns clasped within their hands. All are unlit. O5-4 inhales deeply, only to slowly release their breath over the course of the following ten seconds. O5-4: I… He looks up, and meets the artificial night sky, sparkling with starlight and planets and suns, just a fingertip's-length away. It engulfs the place in a mirage of moving cosmos which hovers just 100 meters above ground level. Enchanted, O5-4 extends his hand forward and, in but a moment, one of the stars comes down towards his palm. It burst with light and comfortable warmth, but disappears just moments later. Four simply stares at his hands. O5-4: <pause> How? And— And more importantly, why? Why do… all of this? SCP-7600-K comes forward and extends a hand, too. Similarly, a star-like light falls down into his palm but, unlike O5-4's, doesn't burst. Instead, he gently throws it back up where it shines even brighter than before. SCP-7600-K: I brought you down here because it would be… difficult for your kind, I think, to understand what I truly want to share with you without any of you seeing this first. <pause> I know you have many questions. I will answer any of them more than gladly, but… many of them I will simply have no answer for. For most of them, though — they come back to that one word. "Why?" SCP-7600-K turns around, looking towards some point in the distance past the two rows of colossi. SCP-7600-K: "Why go to the effort of building all of this?" "Why not fight back for the right to live among humans?" I have heard those two questions alone a million times from the lips of every great man I have invited here over these endless millennia. But I think you will be the first to understand. So let me tell you a story. SCP-7600-K inhales. SCP-7600-K: Before your times, we — by which I mean, my people — created an empire so large it spanned the entire globe. We… We did things much more peacefully than those that came before us. We gave you warless homes so that you could live in the light as we did in the dark. From organic skyscrapers tall enough to hear infinity to mines deep enough to make us feel our bounds, we were everywhere. Always and forever in peace. We created a society that could not only thrive — we created a society that could thrive in tandem with you. SCP-7600-K: But, in the millennia that would come, Earth grew to be less than enough for us. We uncovered the mysteries of all the myths and legends that once shrouded the unknown, and everything to comprehend we understood thoroughly. So, with all the knowledge we had, we tried to expand upward — to the myriad worlds above us — hoping to find a planet to host us, leaving us both free to live alone… free of the constant reminder of our shared, brutal past. But the Queen…14 she did not like that. Once again, a planet from above comes to touch SCP-7600-K's arm. SCP-7600-K: Somewhere from beyond her grave, she cursed us. She cast chains upon us heavy enough to bind our entire species to Earth. "The Children of the Night," she mockingly called us, sentencing us to only forever wander said Night, never to so much as touch the stars that shined so brightly we couldn't help but feel compelled to explore them. She… <he turns away for a moment and pauses, looking at a few Yeren individuals in the distance> She made us disgusting. <inhales> But, in time, we found the cure. A god that led our people — Phomet, that was his name — he discovered a way to break the curse. A remedy that would, once and for all, free us from our past we so desperately tried to tear away from. But the cost, for him, was too much. A price too heavy to pay for salvation, even one we craved oh so dearly. He never told anyone the price of liberation; he feared the rest of us would find it a toll we couldn't afford. SCP-7600-K closes his hand, smashing the light. SCP-7600-K: But even that was not enough for the Queen. She… She convinced your people to aid her in overthrowing us, crowning you kings of the planet in less than a day. The Day of the Flowers, your people call it. Everything seemed to bloom that night, even as you slaughtered us in our sleep and our blood flooded the grass; the flowers just kept growing. So you left us with no choice; we ran. We ran and ran and ran until we were so deep within the depths of darkness that we were certain your fragile, light-loving people wouldn't catch us. We could not save everyone; those we left behind remained above and lived among you still. But we… we could not. We had to stand up for ourselves. SCP-7600-K smiles, turning his sight towards the palace. Recorded camera footage. SCP-7600-K: And, since then, we build. We have built all these years, never stopping, until we formed a city proud enough to call home even here, millions of meters below the ground where we were safe. Where nobody could reach us. Where we could thrive in peace once more. But… <he sighs> it was not enough. It never was. SCP-7600-K: Blinded by… call it hubris, if you want, the king of the newly-made Druv'tuul once again looked towards the stars, not content with what his brother said about the price being too high. He reached to him, saying it was our time, but Phomet simply said he was a fool if he truly thought that. And, for breaking Phomet's trust, he had never seen him since. A man he'd known as nothing less than a god left for a journey, where he hoped to find peace and wisdom he could share with who he thought were people that didn't yet understand what he truly could see in his enlightenment, even after all those years of guiding them. SCP-7600-K sighs, then points and nods to the lanterns held by the giants. SCP-7600-K: So we did what we always have — we worked. We worked and worked, relentless to get our light in the darkness back, relentless to… to make ourselves not rancid anymore. We created a plan — the Sundown Ritual, we called it. A ritual that would guide our beloved Phomet back home with a lantern so bright it would be seen in all realities, no matter where he was stranded. It wouldn't be easy. Hell, it would be nearly impossible. But we had to try. For us, and for you, so that we could once more believe in a future as bright as the stars we so desperately love. It was a price we were willing to pay. <clenches fist> A price we simply had to pay. So we have worked, without pause, ever since. All in an effort to fulfill an impossible promise of a beautiful future. SCP-7600-K looks at the floor and doesn't speak another word. O5-4 doesn't respond for nearly three minutes, the two instead simply standing in silence, looking at the lake. Eventually, O5-4 turns towards SCP-7600-K with a moved expression on his face. O5-4: Why… Why tell me all of this? SCP-7600-K: Because you are one of the solemn few who truly understand loving the past more than wanting to celebrate the present. And because, ultimately, we are almost done, and I would not want to live through such a monumental moment alone. <looks towards the distance> Because to find a cure for our curse, our repulsiveness, alone, to make us good again, without anyone else by me — I couldn't bear that. O5-4: I'm… not sure I understand. What about your people? Are they not enough? SCP-7600-K: It is not the same, Four. We both know this. They… They work, and they appreciate that I give their lives purpose, but they do not really get it. They're not fully people, they… in some odd sense, they are just work. They aren't like me. Like you. They are content with the curse put upon them and, in this simplicity, they are repulsive. Repulsive in how they live without dreams. And I need to fix them, no matter what price it takes. No matter how high it ends up as. For them, I can do it. But they don't get it. Nobody does, nobody… nobody ever has. Except you — a man that, similarly to me, sees that what came before us is more important what surrounds us now. O5-4: <pause> And what about the others? I mean, those of your kind that live aboveground. Surely they would understand? At least a little. SCP-7600-K smiles sadly. SCP-7600-K: They would not, I'm afraid. They don't even know their past, so how could they make it their life's purpose? They're even more… rancid. They need to be fixed even more. Besides, we barely allow non-Phometians inside of the city. He would not want someone that cannot believe in what he stood for to work for him. Especially someone as violent as them. Short pause. O5-4: How do you know… all of that? And I mean — all of that? SCP-7600-K: Because I was there to see it. And because I was that foolish, foolish king. Another pause. O5-4: But why me? After all me and my colleagues have done — after the goddamned Factory I didn't stop — why… why me? SCP-7600-K: Because I do not believe any price is too great for wisdom. And you yourself have paid quite the hefty debt for your perspective. Would you not agree? O5-4 doesn't respond. Instead, he looks at the border between the palace and the rings. There, he can see multiple SCP-7600 citizens attempt to breach the border, only to be actively stopped by guards. He blinks, and turns back to Met'heus. SCP-7600-K: Will you help me? There is surely so much you want to ask me, I can see that in your eyes. I can and will provide any and all answers if you but simply listen to an old man as the fires finally burn and Phomet comes home. That is all I ask for — company during what would most likely be my final day. I need someone to help me bear the burden of the price I need to pay. SCP-7600-K extends his hand. O5-4 swallows. O5-4: I… yes. Yes, I will. Just show me what I can do to help, and I will try my best to assist. Four accepts the gesture, but, before their hands touch, his small finger extends. He inhales, looks SCP-7600-K directly in his eyes, and moves his wrist in a circular manner whilst whispering an inaudible phrase as red lightning sparkles around himself, effectively rending the agreement a Death Oath.15 SCP-7600-K sees this, nods, and puts his arm around O5-4's shoulder. Met'heus: Then come with me, my friend. There is still much work to be done. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Although O5-4's conversation with Met'heus continued for more than 5 hours following the end of this transcript, O5-4 did not record it, instead personally turning off his camera. Following approximately 36 hours of unrecorded activity, O5-4 returned to Site-01 via the usage of his teleportation totem. After Overwatch Command personnel confirmed that he was indeed the real Overseer, he was allowed entry into the rest of the Site, where he reported what he had done during those hours. The actions he described primarily consisted of standard SCP-7600-K interviews and SCP-7600 exploration. Shortly after, O5-4 proceeded to pitch to the present O5 Council members several plans he had made alongside SCP-7600-K during his time within Druv'tuul. They consisted of, among others: The establishment of a Foundation embassy within SCP-7600; The signing of the SHEPHERD Agreements between the O5 Council and SCP-7600-K, which would regulate the containment of SCP-1000 instances outside of SCP-7600 and the Foundation's terms of engagement with SCP-7600 itself alongside its population; The creation of an SCP-7600 research team, consisting of O5-4 and his most trusted personnel that would be allowed to freely wander the city and study its technology, citizens, and buildings; The establishment of free information and material exchange between Foundation personnel and SCP-7600 citizens to an extent limited by the O5 Council, which would allow the former to gain a better understanding of reality and the latter to more quickly finish the preparations for the Sundown Ritual. As all of these proposals have been considered to be operations technically under the previous approval of O5-4 and O5-8's research within SCP-7600, the rest of the O5 Council tentatively agreed upon the above plans. Over the next couple of months, they would become integrated into the Foundation procedure regarding Druv'tuul. Addendum 7600-4: Further SCP-7600 Research Below attached are a few select entries made by O5-4 in his personal journal during his research on SCP-7600 alongside his team, acquired through the use of a recording device alongside O5-8's supervision. For further detailed information regarding the society and infrastructure of SCP-7600, see: document/o5-4/scp-7600/personal-research/sketches. Date: 02/06/1960 O5-4: Today was the first day I've felt alive since I was born. O5-4: I don't often like to use dramatic language, at least in documentation, but it's hard to talk about Druv'tuul and everything surrounding it without reeking of excitement. Walking among these ageless halls feels more like a dream come true, no, more than that — it feels like the fulfillment of everything I have ever dreamt of. From scrolls as ancient as time itself to people almost living beyond time to answers — answers! — to secrets I thought I'd never hear. It's all so unreal, like some pure, dream-like ecstasy. And I never want to wake up. The best thing, however, is that… she agrees. For once, I'm happy she sees my decision as a positive one. We're currently working together to decipher everything. O5-8 nods. O5-4: Yesterday, I spent my days working on things I couldn't care about any less, filling papers and sending out orders I knew didn't matter. Today, I live once more, freed from the shackles of bureaucracy and oversight. Tomorrow, I will answer every lingering question I've had in my mind since I was a young scholar. And all of this — all of these incredible, unbelievable, nearly incomprehensible opportunities — given to me by pure chance. I do not know if there's any god up there, but I suppose I should be thankful to them, just in case. O5-4: I've yet to explore more… nuanced, let's call it, parts of 7600, as Eight and I do not want to indulge in specific research without my trusted men who are yet to arrive. But, for now, as little as simply taking steps within this city is more than enough for my hungry mind. From the brief talks I could get Met'heus to have with me, I've gleaned more answers than I've ever been given from reading books older than most civilizations. A hundred years of reading trumped by fleeting conversation. I cannot put into words how excited, satisfied, and intrigued I am. O5-8 rolls her eyes theatrically. O5-8: And, I suppose, neither can I. O5-4: Tomorrow, our work truly begins. And I don't think it would be fair to keep it waiting. Date: 14/06/1960 O5-4: I feel so small down here. I wish she could see it. O5-8: I don't! O5-4: It might sound silly for a man like me to say this— O5-8: <quietly:> And it does! O5-4: —out of all of the ever-present reminders of the universe's indifference towards us, for this to be what finally breaks me probably sounds like a joke. But I couldn't be more serious, and, to an extent, slightly terrified of the true might the Key holds within its walls. O5-4: When we first arrived here, I didn't… I didn't feel that, though. It was only when my men and I started to map out the palace and the Inner Sanctum two days ago did it truly hit. This… never-ending weight and realization of the age of everything — from Druv'tuul to the stars its citizens envy so — just pours upon you when you try to comprehend it. I can see it in my men, too. But I also see that, like me, they don't want it to stop. O5-4: The palace — it's beautiful.. It's magic, everywhere and always, interweaved with techniques I thought were lost to time — lost to the Day of the Flowers. We began to reverse-engineer them, but this incredible mixture of technology and biomancy is truly… so alien, in some ways, but in others, so familiar. Their solutions to problems we thought to be impassable are so beautiful in their natural simplicity. Their continued, unfailing operation, so precise and trustworthy in its every turn. O5-4: So far, we could only understand two recovered pieces, but there's still so much we just do not know. Even with as little as these, we were capable of automating and enhancing processes we previously couldn't hope to even reliably utilize. O5-4: But there's still so much more we can do. O5-8: And there is, more importantly, so much more we will do. Date: 26/06/1960 O5-4: The stars down here — it's hard to talk about them without my hands trembling. O5-4: You'd think that for such a common phenomenon, for something I saw every night as I went to sleep — for that to make me shiver, it would be stupid, but… I simply cannot truly explain it. That sensation. Not without showing what the sky looks like here. To even call it a sky is a disservice, even. It's a meticulously crafted piece of artwork, hung above the ground for everyone to see and remind themselves why they work each and every day; to get even a step closer to them. And, even to someone as culturally distant from the people of 7600 as myself, I can guarantee you it does its job well. O5-4: However the cosmos here isn't just a display of power, magic, and goals; it's a chronicle. From what I was able to gather from the people of Druv'tuul and my own observations, the stars do not depict the current night sky. Rather, they're an image, a still of an age long gone, for they were made to mirror the stars as remembered by those who ran during the Day of the Flowers, from their memories of the night before. I've yet to send photos and observations of them to Pandora Metis over at Astrophysics — or to anyone else in the Department, for that matter — but I am more than certain they will find them as fascinating and, hopefully, useful as I have. O5-4: With each day the stars seem to grow closer, all while the people of 7600 approach the final day of their preparations for the Ritual. We are less than a month away now, Met'heus says, and practically everyone is doing anything they can to help. O5-4: We are within an arm's reach of a revolution that will change the world forever. O5-8: Hopefully for the better. Date: 13/07/1960 O5-4: I was finally able to talk to him today. O5-4: After more than a month of preparations and trying to maneuver between royal duties, I was at last capable of getting a whole day to ourselves; just Met'heus and I. And it was everything and more than what I could have asked for. For twenty-four hours, I bothered him with questions troubling me since 1870 and got so, so many answers. I was… reckless, with some of them, but curious with even more. And that curiosity was as satisfied as it could possibly be. He gave me every solution he was aware of — some, of course, he didn't have yet due to the Ritual and Phomet not yet arriving, but for every question I asked that he could answer, he answered tenfold. O5-8: That he did alright. O5-4: But… for a select few of my braver inquiries, he had… strange replies. For example, and to really show what I mean — I wanted to know what his people meant when they greeted us with their chants reminding us of the massacre we allowed to happen to the Fae. To that, he simply stated: "It's a cruel world out there, friend; I grieve the loss of old brethren, but the sad truth is the fewer enemies out there, the better. And Mab's children — I cannot expect them to be anything but that. I simply wanted to congratulate you on so easily getting rid of a parasite I thought to be immovable." O5-8: It's… not good, that's for sure, but the Death Oath still is active so I doubt it's much to worry about. O5-4 nods. O5-4: But the majority of our time went much more smoothly than that. We discussed so much, from their long-gone Empire to the Day of the Flowers, even to their involvement with human history. I cannot wait to see the look on Judith's face when she realizes I was right about the fact that the Mekhanites couldn't have built the First War Colossi on their own! Guess she was right about the Deava magic, though… <pause> It was not only eye-opening — it was, in a sense, soul-opening, too. O5-8 clears her throat. O5-8: Can I… Can I talk to you for a second? Off-recording? I know you're very passionate about this but you know how worried I've been for you ever since M— [FURTHER DATA RESTRICTED TO O5-LEVEL PERSONNEL PER O5 COUNCIL IDENTITY PROTECTION PROTOCOL] Date: 28/07/1960 O5-4 is still in his chair, clearing his throat. This time, he is visibly alone — O5-8 isn't present beside him. O5-4: I nearly died today, but I don't regret it. O5-4: It was… terrifying, definitely, and perhaps also stupid, but I would not say my near-demise experience was a waste of my time; quite the opposite, even. But I think some context is necessary so… first thing's first. O5-4: After thoroughly investigating the four upmost Rings of Druv'tuul, today was the day we — me and my men — would finally venture into the fifth. And that, after all proper preparing was complete — including the equipping of what fail-safes and research apparatus we had — was what we did. For better or worse, we found our way into the most industrial, factory-filled area I've ever seen. And, for the next few hours, we split up and explored where we could. O5-4: As for myself, I took responsibility to thoroughly probe an industrial building up close. Having found a place I'd like to enter, I went through its, as always, massive doors, and simply observed what transpired inside. And some deep part of me was simply struck and shocked by just how much these people cared for what they do; even when uncomfortable or tired, they do not so much as complain. They continue on in their seemingly endless toil, reading to sacrifice blood, sweat, and tears for their sacred goal. I have nothing but the utmost respect for that. So, intrigued to learn more, I went a bit further and… got a little too close. O5-4: As I approached one of the workers the floor simply disappeared beneath my feet; I plunged right into a pit of magma the men used for their work. Even from within my protective bubble I could feel the heat as it choked the orb tighter and tighter, eventually starting to suffocate me. Thankfully the Yeren acted quickly, pulling me out with a few rituals of their own. In reality, I was out in mere seconds but… the threat was real and terrifying. O5-4: Beyond the fear, though, there was… excitement, in some sense. Finally free of the bounds of that sterile palace and Met'heus' guard, I had stepped into the "real" world. Truth be told, it almost feels as if he's trying to separate himself from his people, but… well, I will be back tomorrow. Inside the factory to see more of what its pure efficiency holds. But this time I can guarantee myself to not be such a fool again. Prior to the above incident being recorded the O5 Council tolerated — albeit tentatively — the doings of O5-4 and O5-8 within SCP-7600 despite their frequent danger and lack of professionalism, this incident prompted O5-8 to declare a security intervention a necessity. To achieve such, she called a non-emergency O5 Council meeting the same evening as the transcript's upload to Site-01's database, ordering O5-4's immediate attendance. Attached below is the summit's transcript. Date: 28/07/1960 Parties Present: O5-1, O5-2, O5-4, O5-7, O5-8, O5-13 Foreword: Similar to the previous summit, only a small portion of the Council was capable of partaking in this gathering due to their continued, required attendance outside of Overwatch Command due to vital Foundation business. [BEGIN LOG] O5-4 teleports outside of the Summit Hall, taking his hand out of his pocket. He massages his eyes and coughs once, immediately starting to walk forward towards the room's doors. After a few moments, he enters and the gate closes shut behind him. The location buzzes for two seconds before separating itself from baseline reality. The rest of the attending Council members are sitting in their respective chairs, all looking at O5-4 with visible disapproval and disappointment. The least satisfied of these faces is O5-8, who has her hands folded and her chin propped up against them, scanning Four with near-anger. He ignores her, correcting the stack of documents and journals he is carrying in his hands, and takes a seat. He crosses his arms. O5-4: What is this about? O5-8 furrows her brows. O5-8: Let me tell you what this is about. Eight stands. The rest of the council does not protest. O5-8: You nearly died out there, Four, that's what this is about, you…! <she takes a deep breath> What do you think we called you here for?! Four sighs and bites his lip. He settles the documents he previously acquired before himself and motions for Eight to settle down with his hands. O5-4: Look, I— O5-8: There's no "look" this time, Four. You're being put down. I— I mean we… we cannot lose you. O5-4 blinks twice. O5-8: You are being officially removed from the 7600 project. Your team will carry on normally under my supervision, but you will not be allowed back into Druv'tuul until you can prove yourself capable of not getting yourself killed. I, and the project, cannot afford such a loss. O5-4 scoffs. O5-4: This is absurd, for— O5-8: The only thing that is absurd here is you nearly dying in a factory! <taps her forehead with her index finger> Have you, for at least one fucking second, considered how beyond lucky you were you survived? Dumb luck. Dumb. Luck! O5-8 sits down again, with a heavy thump. O5-8: Don't be so reckless again. Ever. O5-4: Just… please, listen to— O5-8 looks at Four again, with what could be mistaken for murderous intent in her eyes. O5-8: I am not going to repeat myself. Just… <closes eyes> Just, please, comply or I will take over the project forever. You are not allowed to die, period. <extends her arms> Simple as tha— O5-4 hits the table with his fist and stands abruptly. O5-4: Just LISTEN TO ME, for once! <exhales, and looks at O5-1> Please, forgive my behavior, but I would like to be listened to, too. Last time I checked, we all have equal voices here on the Council. O5-8 angrily looks at O5-1. He stares at her with a blank expression and motions for both of the arguing Overseers to sit down. O5-1: <quietly:> I'll allow it. Let's hear what he has to say. He deserves that much. Eight's angry gaze does not budge but, rather, seems laced with worry. She complies regardless, nervously tapping the table. Four inhales. O5-4: Thank you, One. I won't try to defend my reckless behavior as detailed in the log, as I'm sure you're all aware of. It was irresponsible and plainly stupid for someone of my station. But removing me from the 7600 project? Do you have any idea what a monumental waste of potential that would be? O5-8 raises her eyebrows mockingly. O5-4 ignores it. O5-4: We are nearing the end of our work. My team, Eight, and I have been relentlessly studying everything could gather from inside the city, and, in just two days, we will finally be done. In almost exactly 48 hours, the Sundown Ritual will be finished, and, when that happens, we will finally be able to solve the puzzle we've been piecing together for the last few months. Just think — think! — about what we could do with a complete and absolute history of our relations with the Yeren and the Fae. There is, logically, no better weapon against the Queen, and— O5-7: Pardon my, perhaps, ignorant intrusion, but are we really going to ignore the fact that you've been aiding an anomaly in the creation of a ritual that would, most likely, summon an equally powerful god in the process? O5-4 inhales. O5-4: Phomet is no god. I've documented such heavily in the reports I've sent to all of you, but it looks like you all have forgotten to check your mail. He's no threat; he never was. The present Council members exchange looks amongst themselves, confused. Eventually, they each pull out their tablets and start searching for the information. O5-4 sighs. . The Sundown Ritual and Its Association With the Real Phomet One of the ancient tablets containing the stories of Phomet recovered from SCP-7600. […] "By far the strangest belief shared by the people of SCP-7600 — including Met'heus himself — is that this Phomet is a god. Perhaps this is due to the near quarter of a million years that have passed since the dreaded Day of the Flowers, or maybe due to some magic machinations Phomet himself cast upon his people, but the belief is, well… simply wrong. There is just too much proof as to the contrary. From ancient tablets recovered from the ruins below the Inner Sanctum to simply piecing together stories told of him, I'm honestly baffled at how nobody in over 200 000 years has never pieced it together before us. Perhaps this is some sort of Ion situation where the truth got bent through time to reflect some propaganda or artificial faith — some semiohazard, or who knows what else, but there is one thing I'm certain of; the Sundown Ritual poses no threat. I've studied the runes that compose it extensively and, from what I could gather, it is simply designed to shine a light so bright from the gigantic lanterns that its light will pierce the natural barriers of our reality, bursting into the myriad of worlds outside of it. And it is designed to only catch Phomet's eye, so the chance of any other being — such as Mab — becoming aware of the beacon is a non-concern. I have played with the idea of sharing this truth with the people of SCP-7600 extensively, but I just… I simply do not have the heart to tell them this. I think it will be best if they realize it themselves, for both themselves and us." […] — Excerpt from "The God of the Night" by O5-4, released by internal Foundation publishing. O5-4: Here, I've just sent it again. This time, read it. The entirety of the Council takes a few minutes to familiarize themselves with the text and analyze it, scrolling through the message on their devices. They all stop reading after a while, genuine surprise on the faces of some. O5-8: Right, but this ultimately doesn't change much. You're still actively exposing yourself to a truly unknowable force that could, if it so chose to, level the entirety of Earth with the ritual it has brewing down there. The fact it hasn't done so already doesn't mean they can't do it to you. We both know it — hell, look, I… O5-4: How… How could you even say this doesn't change anything? It changes everything. O5-4 turns to the rest of the Council. O5-4: Why can't you all see this? Where is your passion? Where has it gone? Have we hidden it entirely behind our paranoia? Our foolish worries? Where are the people who sat down with me in 1870, seething with incredible excitement, in anticipation to understand this magical world we live in? Where is the fire in your eyes? Four throws his hands in the air. O5-4: Have you really become so… so stuck up in your bureaucracy? So stuck up in some fetish of power that you forgot why we formed this group at all? This… this might finally allow us to defeat the Queen below this fucking meeting room. If you all have a problem with an old man trying to piece together a mystery we all promised to solve together, then I simply— O5-7, circa 1939. O5-7 growls. O5-7: Are you done? O5-4 looks at her, confused. O5-4: I'm… I'm sorry? O5-7: I didn't come here to be insulted. Not by you, and not by the witch you call sister. If you have anything of actual substance to say rather than trying to see whose dick is bigger in a situation like this, you know where to find me. I'm afraid dealing with D.C. al Fine being an actually fucking insane bitch is a little more important than whatever theatre show you're putting on here. O5-7 stands up from her seat, heading for the exit. She waves her hand with a fake smile, only for the expression to shift into a grimace as she looks away from the remaining attendees. She exits the room. Silence fills the room as nobody speaks a word. Eventually, O5-4 stands up. O5-4: I'm going, too. If you want to prove me wrong about what I said earlier and witness what will most likely be the single most spectacular magic ritual to ever occur, you also know where to find me. He turns to O5-8. O5-4: And to you — I hope you will one day see how much you break mother's heart every day. Because she taught us to live a life of wonder, not one where we're so afraid we won't even take risks. As O5-4 rapidly exits the room the meeting concludes. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following the conclusion of the above summit, O5-4 has once again resumed his operations within SCP-7600. Similarly, O5-8 entered Foundation-controlled parts of the city without notifying the former. This time, however, no party previously involved in Four's attempted reprimand protested in any capacity. Addendum 7600-5: Final Sundown Ritual Preparations Date: 28/07/1960 Parties Present: O5-4 Foreword: Approximately two hours following the summit described in Addendum 7600-4, the following recording was sent to all O5 Council and MTF Alpha-1 members from the account of O5-4 marked with Level 0 Priority.16 Despite being registered as sent within the database, however, it was only properly received by the intended recipients following the events of Addendum 7600-6 transpiring. The exact reasons for this occurrence remain unknown. [BEGIN LOG] Recorded camera footage. As the feed connects, it reveals a gigantic underground valley, extending in every direction. Throughout its middle, a river of magma slowly flows, terminating at the end of the horizon. Despite its location, the entire area is brightly lit, both by the aforementioned flowing magma and artificial, thaumaturgic lights above, although the latter are mostly shrouded by the ever-present smoke and dust. In the far distance, parts of industrial buildings can be seen with the rest of the structures hidden behind mountains of black stone and the aforementioned smog. Despite this, a few SCP-7600 workers are present. O5-4 waves to them and they return the gesture. From the context of the surroundings, it can be deduced the recording depicts one of SCP-7600's lower rings. The camera slowly moves away as O5-4's tired sigh can be heard. His walk continues for a few more minutes before he settles near a large opening, almost entirely devoid of any of the previously described buildings. He looks over the horizon and pulls out one of his journals alongside a pen. He sighs again and starts to draw or note down something. Although the exact details are imperceivable due to the paper's location relative to the camera, from what can be seen it can be reasonably assumed that O5-4 is illustrating the landscape and marking notes. This continues for a moment. O5-4: Oh, Druv'tuul. If only the others could see your beauty the way I do. If only she… could just… ehh. O5-4 shuts the book and slowly sits on the ground. He crosses his arms, massages his temple, and slowly inhales and exhales. O5-4: <almost whispering:> But perhaps… perhaps after today. He looks to the horizon, admiring the view as the sound of clinging metal and glowing magic is heard in the distance. Eventually, Four stands and starts to walk again, heading towards a large tunnel situated inside one of the mountains before him. Where it leads to is not yet confirmed, but judging from its height, golden decorations and illustrations which depict palaces, stars, crowns, and keys, it can be theorized it connects to the Inner Sanctum. As O5-4 continues, step after step, his sight turns towards the pavement below. Crafted from black cobblestone and bricks, it is the only even surface among the rough patches of stone making up the hills it cuts through. Within its structures, a series of barely visible, interconnected thaumaturgic circles are woven throughout, covering the entire sidewalk. Everywhere the Overseer looks one symbol is seen, forming one gigantic circle over the entirety of the Ring, which later connects to the remaining sites throughout the rest of SCP-7600, creating a single, monumental ritual site over the city's entire space. However, the pieces he currently observes are not so large; they all are ideally symmetrical and mostly consist of identical round symbols with a diameter of approximately 75 centimeters. Digital recreation of the rune noticed by O5-4. However, one pattern that takes up a significant portion of the pathway catches O5-4's attention; he skews his head and squints his eyes. He focuses solely on it for a few moments, and, in doing so, accidentally trips over some irregularity in the path, falling onto his rear. He tries to prop himself up with his hand, but, as the unknown symbols start to rapidly glow up forming a chain reaction that circles him, he gasps. He turns to his back, realizing one of his pockets is similarly glowing. He empties it, now holding the Site-01 teleportation totem in his hand. As he does so, the circle below his arm starts to glow much more aggressively and his arm begins to turn gray. He screams and stands up violently, albeit with visible difficulty. Four looks at his arm, terrified, and sees that it has withered significantly. Upon breaking contact, the energy within the circles below spreads out into very dim light, until it vanishes altogether. Around him, various workers start to approach him, worry in their eyes. He motions them to stay back. O5-4 looks around himself frantically, trying to see how many more of these circles surround him. They are revealed to stretch almost everywhere, woven into almost every dormant incantation of the thaumaturgic structure SCP-7600 holds within itself. His breathing starts to get irregular as he picks up the teleportation item and smashes it. Despite its intended function, nothing happens. Four's eyes widen even more as his heartbeat surpasses standard rates. He swallows hard, looks at the remains of the totem for a second, and turns towards the Yeren individuals around him. They exchange a few inaudible words, and, seconds later, O5-4 starts to run towards the Inner Sanctum tunnel, tapping something on his Foundation phone. The remaining SCP-1000 instances look frantically at each other and rapidly depart. O5-4: Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck! The tapping gets more aggressive, apparently due to no response, and Four sighs angrily, increasing his pace. His vision is now entirely focused on the destination in front of him. His expression turns from fear into pure determination and anger. As he crosses the anti-thaumaturgic border that separates the Inner Sanctum from other rings, the feed gets forcefully disconnected. [END LOG] Closing Statement: See Addendum 7600-6 for further information. Addendum 7600-6: O5-4 / SCP-7600-K Intervention Date: 28/07/1960 Parties Present: O5-4, SCP-7600-K Foreword: Due to the extreme amount of thaumaturgic backlash coming from the activation of the Sundown Ritual corrupting the below video feed, whether the events it depicts are fully true currently remains unknown. Further research is ongoing. [BEGIN LOG] As O5-4 enters the Inner Sanctum, he taps his personal camera a few times, rebooting it once more. He is now located in front of SCP-7600-K's palace, which is noticeably glowing. All thaumaturgic symbols covering its walls and paths leading to it are now brightly lit and, from atop its highest spire, a vague beacon of white illumination extends into the sky above, terminating near the ceiling, which it appears to be slowly excavating as if to make its way aboveground. Around it a myriad of SCP-1000 instances can be seen actively trying to breach the border between the Inner Sanctum and the lower rings; although the walls and guards serve to impede some, most of them succeed, pouring into the palace. When Four notices, he grunts and further quickens his pace. He enters the building and continues his run until he makes his way into corridors crowded by protestors which he pushes through until reaching the throne room depicted in Addendum 7600-3. With exhaustion clear as he pants, he makes his way up the stairs and past the throne, standing before the wall directly behind it. O5-4, despite seeming quite frantic, carefully replicates the order in which Met'heus touched the bricks, successfully reopening the balcony's entrance. Still recovering his breath, Four steps forward, embracing the blinding light of the outside world. Once he is able to properly see again, he notices Met'heus standing towards the edge of the balcony. The Yeren looks into the horizon towards the myriad statues decorating the banks of the lake. Their lights are starting to dimly glow, pulsating with a similar tone as the beacon erupting from the palace. As Four's footsteps sound out against the balcony floor the king takes notice of him, smiling widely as he extends his arms. Met'heus: Four, my friend! I am so glad to see you! You have arrived just in time for— O5-4: You… liar! Four points at Met'hus and approaches him angrily. O5-4: You… You lied to me, you…! After everything I've done for you, you— Met'heus' expression shifts from happiness to a grimace within a split second. He puts his hands behind his back and turns away, shifting his gaze towards the magma lake. Met'heus: So, I assume you know? O5-4's gait widens as he extends his grayed arm forward, shoving it towards Met'heus, who ignores the gesture. Eventually, Four stops halfway through his march, simply looking at the Yeren's back. O5-4: I do. <weakly:> Why? Just… Just why? As a single small pebble falls above O5-4's head, his protective bubble activates, eliminating the rock before it can hit the Overseer. Met'heus notices it and sighs, taking a step forward. He touches the ground below him, and mutters something to himself before standing up once more. Met'heus: Why do you think? The king turns back towards Four and walks towards him, before stopping two meters before the Overseer. Met'heus: Why do you think I am doing what I am doing, you hypocrite? Out of all the people in the world, have you not considered how ironic it is that you are asking that question? He tries to reach for Four, but his movement once again touches the ground. As the historian raises an eyebrow, Met'heus clears his throat. Met'heus: I am doing what needs to be done to be remembered as someone more than… than the brother of a man that did nothing! Met'heus practically runs to the other side of the balcony, much to O5-4's confusion. Met'heus: Phomet was no more than a coward, a figure who wanted all the praise for none of the work. He could never put any actual effort into anything he did, unable to sacrifice anything but his time for the position the people put him in. He stagnated in his "wisdom," thinking putting someone in the check was the same as checkmate. He could not force himself to make the right decision, deciding that the sacrifice of a few human magic cunts was a price not worth paying to undo the stagnation of our kind when he knew they would overthrow us eventually anyways. But me — <taps the parapet's barrier five times> I am everything but a coward. He would have forgiven you, let you choose to bring us back in. But me? I don't ask. I take what rightfully belongs to my people. No matter the cost. O5-4: And that justifies turning yourself into a harbinger of genocide? You'll kill literal millions of humans, you… you…! You treat them like fucking batteries! Like they're not even people — like they aren't of my own kind! — just because the magic within them can fuel your ritual! <pauses, calms his breath> You're a fucking lunatic if you really believe murdering all human mages is worth breaking your damn curse. Met'heus: Then perhaps I am one. But that still makes me more worthy of my position than Phomet. Or you. The king coughs thrice into his opened palm and pats himself on the head. If Four wasn't blinded by anger, he would raise an eyebrow. Met'heus: What even gives you the right to judge me? Do you know what it feels like? How it feels to have history forget how you save literal billions because your brother was some sort of idiot thinker? Do you realize what it feels like when your unfathomable achievements are entirely forgotten because some stupid flip of a coin decided you would be raised under the same roof as an idiot who would become a foolish, ironic messiah, despite doing next to nothing to even match your accomplishments? Hmm? DO YOU? He closes his eyes and walks to the other side of the gallery. There, he spits on the ground, and inhales hard. Met'heus: So, I have decided; if history will not be kind to me, neither will I be to history. <sighs> I simply do what must be done to truly care for my people. I am willing and ready to pay the necessary price to free them from their curse. To free them as they truly deserve. <turns towards Four> Are you? <pause> You were wrong about your people dying in the dark. You wouldn't do so if it meant others may yet live in the light. You yourself will die in the light so that we can live in the dark. O5-4 backs off, shaking his head. He points at the red circle around Met'heus' right hand, signifying the Death Oath. O5-4: But you… you swore, you…! Met'heus shakes his arm, breaking apart the runes. Met'heus: Did you really think your parlor tricks would work against a magical force of nature like myself? O5-4: You're psychopathic. Why… Why even tell me this? Do you need someone to… to throw your unhinged ambition at, before you turn and smile to those people down there and tell them you did the good thing? SCP-7600-K simply smirks. SCP-7600-K: No. I just needed to get your attention away from my hands for a second. He extends his hand upward and red lightning starts to crackle along his fingers. The irregular points he previously walked towards explode with magical energy that surges towards his palm, extending into a translucent bubble that surrounds their entire figure. It eventually forms into an opaque cocoon around SCP-7600-K that immediately starts to crack from the impact of the lightning. O5-4 looks at it, terrified, and attempts to run away. As the Overseer tries to once more activate the balcony's entrance, a blast of energy sends him flying into the air causing his back to crack against the bricks of the balcony. He doesn't retain any physical damage due to his protective bubble, but his sight once more turns to the transformation site which is now cracking at an exponentially increasing rate. He blinks once and the cocoon suddenly bursts with a blinding red light that fades moments later. When Four can see again, SCP-7600-K is gone, instead replaced by a 50-meter tall figure that looks identical to him. The giant smiles, cackling loudly, and draws forward his sword. O5-4 tries to turn away, but it far too late; SCP-7600-K swings his weapon down, now crackling with pure magic energy, upon the Overseer. He ducks and closes his eyes, readying for the impact. Seconds pass and Four realizes he is still alive, opening his eyes again as he frantically scans the surroundings. His protective bubble is surrounded by huge plumes of dust and smoke, the likes of which cloud the air as loud cracks of stone meeting flesh can be heard elsewhere. These sounds are accompanied by feminine grunts alongside the screams of the now-gigantic SCP-7600-K. O5-4 stands as the terribly loud sound of the tower being demolished fills his ears. He coughs, the dust impacting his breathing, as he tries to clear his vision. As Four finally emerges from the immense cloud of dust and smoke, stepping towards the edge of the balcony, another shout can be heard, this time signifying SCP-7600-K's anger. The colossal figure enters his field of vision suddenly, his waist clutched by a 100-meter tall stone statue as it continues to bash -K's head with a large, glowing lantern. Identified to be one of the figures that previously decorated the banks of the lake, the entity furiously picks SCP-7600-K up as -K bites at its hand, destroying only some of the stone as the taller statue shouts in frustration in a feminine tone. Despite SCP-7600-K's efforts, the statue manages to throw the Yeren king against the beacon tower with a resounding crash that shakes the entire structure. Amidst the ruins of the palace, SCP-7600 citizens start to pour from the collapsing structure in an attempt to attack the king who deflects their assault with ease. The colossus turns directly towards O5-4 while panting. UNKNOWN: I could really use a hand here, you ass! The statue's face opens up, revealing a levitating O5-8 within its hollow insides. Her eyes are burning with a bright purple light that fills the entirety of the head and, from her appendages, violet, rope-like structures formed from her reality-bending powers connect her body to the arms and legs of the colossus. The protesting Yeren start to cheer. She looks at Four, nodding him to come closer. He simply blinks, unable to move. O5-8: <groans> Eugh, you're hopeless. O5-8 closes her eyes and focuses deeply, causing O5-4 to levitate towards her. He eventually joins the Overseer within the head which she seals it once more, readying her battle stance. In the distance, SCP-7600-K starts to move again, opening his eyes. He is furious, and starts to move his hands in a fluent matter, clearly trying to weave some sort of spell as reality crackles and bends around him. Eight notices and smiles widely. O5-8: Now, let's give that motherfucker hell. Before SCP-7600-K can completely weave his spell, O5-8 punches his jaw uppercut, sending him flying into the air. Rather than crashing back down, though, the king instead manages to form a pane of ice-like material between his legs which flows down towards his adversary, creating a frozen bridge. Eight attempts to crush it with her left hand while attempting to maneuver into a proper striking position with her right hand. As she attempts to strike him, however, he draws a sword that destroys the hand, turning the air around it into steam. Eight shouts, turning suddenly and strikes the now-laughing Met'heus in the back of the head who stumbles and tries to lash out with his blade as he falls, the sword splitting in half upon making contact with the head of the construct. Both the broken blade and gigantic SCP-7600-K crash to the ground, forming a crater below them. O5-4: But… how? How did you know— His sister does not respond, instead rushing towards SCP-7600-K before leaping, aiming her elbow towards his face as she attempts to accelerate her fall via the use of her ontokinesis. Meanwhile, Met'heus attempts to position its legs to impede this strike, his feet starting to pulse green, though only one manages to make contact as the onslaught of SCP-1000 individuals forces the other to fall. Nonetheless, as the giant statue makes contact with SCP-7600-K's foot he kicks, forcing the giant back into the ceiling where it begins to freefall as Met'heus jumps in an effort to meet her halfway. He clenches his fist and aims for her face while Eight's remaining arm attempts to repel the strike, though it only impartially impedes it, the strike still sending her flying back towards the ceiling once more. As she does, though, she grabs the king's own wrist and pulls him into her, forcing both to crash into the rock above, both parties sustaining damage as they enter a freefall towards the palace's beacon spire. Recorded SCP-7600 protective runes, as seen during their chain mass activation within the upper parts of the Inner Sanctum during the destruction of its palace. Before Eight's body crashes into the spire, she looks at Four and taps her head with her free left arm. O5-8: I was in the area. And it's hard not to know what your brother is up to when you're a telepath. <smiles> I still do care about you, dipshit. In case you haven't noticed yet. <pause> The rest of O5 is notified of the situation. If we just hold off for a few moments more, Alpha-1 and— Before O5-4 can express anger, the impact does not come; instead, the two can feel their bodies levitate upwards, carried by the white beacon. Both Met'heus and O5-8 grunt in pain as the beacon begins to suck the magic from their bodies; in doing so, the beacon seems to grow stronger, further increasing the magic-draining process and the speed at which they are elevating. Color begins to fade from Eight's eyes. O5-4: No, no, no no no no no! Four slaps Eight a couple of times, but to no reaction. O5-4: NO! He continues attempting to wake her as her body begins to visibly wither, growing grayer and grayer. SCP-7600-K, however, is still conscious despite the beacon continuing to shrink his body. Although he appears nearly incapable of locomotion due to the exhaustion resulting from the transformative ritual, he manages to kick himself free from the now-inanimate colossus, freeing himself and the Overseers both from the beacon as it continues to climb up. Both crash down into the palace below, shattering the face of the goliath statue; SCP-7600-K manages to stand and starts to slowly march towards the limb statue, grabbing his bleeding right arm. His face is twisted into a grimace. UNKNOWN: <highly glitched, coming from O5-4's personal camera:> Hello? Hello?! Four looks at the source, tapping it thrice. O5-4: Command? Can you hear me?! Site-01 Command: Barely. We— <inaudible> can make out most of— <inaudible> situation. You're 100 kilometers below— <inaudible> so we can finally make <inaudible> out, we— Four looks frantically between the camera, the approaching SCP-7600-K, and the unconscious O5-8. O5-4: R-Redirect me to O5-7. Site-01 Command: But— O5-4: Now! Met'heus' limping grows quicker. . HECOR Eigenweaponry Briefing HECOR in orbit, as seen during the final stages of its construction. […] "HECOR (or High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun) is an orbital eigenweapon satellite constructed and deployed by the Foundation under Project Longinus in 1956, approved following the completion of the Atreus Array and establishment of safe space travel by Foundation assets ten years earlier. Initially meant as a means of remote defense against emergent deific entities and Veil-breaking phenomena, it has revealed itself over time to be a tool of political use as well. As it turns out, having a death satellite capable of targeting anything with a simple order put our rivals back where they belonged quite nicely. HECOR primarily operates by tracking and locking onto a specified target's coordinates while heating its thaumaturgically-ontokinetic engines, doing so through use of a ritualistic rotation cycle. Upload completion of said circulation, it uses an immense amount of EVE to power its irrilite (a thaumaturgy-conducting metal, entirely excavated from the Earth by the Fae Empire during its peak) rails which proceed to fire a beam of energy with enough power to rival ten atomic detonations. A single shot costs a fortune, of course, and lasts a mere 20 seconds, but it evaporates anything within a 2-kilometer radius of the designated target. Despite its undeniable usefulness and power, HECOR's usage is highly restricted for use only under the discretion of a unanimous O5 Council, and even so is further reserved for incredibly desperate scenarios. Ignoring the fact that construction took more than a decade of effort from an entire Foundation Department assembled solely for the project, and that it cost more than $100 000 000 000 to complete, the damage it can cause if improperly utilized could likely lead to total collapse of the worldwide Veil protocol. And trust me, you do not want to get on Overwatch's ass for accidentally blowing up even a set of all the ancient and pre-Diasporian Yeren and Fae weapon technology it took to compile this thing together." […] — Excerpt from "When A Containment Cell Fails" by O5-7, released by internal Foundation publishing. The radio crackles even worse than before, but eventually comes to life. O5-7: —our? What is this about? Four lowers himself, nearly touching the microphone with his lips. O5-4: Backup. Now. Any eigenweapons you FUCKING have, fire them at us! O5-7: I… I'm afraid the only thing we've got is HECOR, and— O5-4: Then fucking fire it! Override Code Arael Three-Oh-Period-One-Oh-Seven-Seven-Seven! O5-7: <groans> You know I can't compromise the life of two Overseers without— O5-4: FUCKING NOW! O5-7 swallows. O5-7: Understood. For nearly a minute, no response follows. SCP-7600-K is nearly upon the open face of the goliath, but suddenly stops, looking upwards through squinting eyes. Then, the feed stops abruptly for twenty seconds. When the feed reestablishes, the grotto in which they were resting is ten times larger and the sky above is blindingly yellow. O5-8 is standing once more, actively attempting to bend the beacon of HECOR's energy towards SCP-7600-K who is similarly attempting to gain control over it. Despite their relative influence over it, its energy continues to excavate more and more of the surrounding area. Both parties pant heavily and are visibly exhausted, clinging to consciousness, but they remain in a deadlock regardless, eyeing each other with pure desperation. Between them, the ritual beacon continues to tear its way up towards the surface as it begins to pulsate frequently. Suddenly, the thaumaturgic light meets with HECOR's energy, and everything goes infinitely bright. Two seconds later, both Eight and Met'heus are thrown against opposite walls as the eigenweapon's beam goes haywire and starts to bend, frantically moving around the cavern and damaging everything around it. It almost touches O5-8, but Four tackles her, grabbing the Overseer as he ducks out of the way. The beacon then rebounds off the wall and hits the ceiling above SCP-7600-K, forcing rubble to nearly bury him. He appears unable to move. Footage of the aboveground area surrounding HECOR's target; the thaumaturgic backlash of the two rays meeting combined with SCP-7600's properties and a thaumic field of its own resulted in mass magma expulsion up from within the city. HECOR's fire meets the thaumaturgic energy once again; this time, the rebound makes the eigenweapon go sideways, cutting a diagonal line up the surface. Then, it suddenly stops, finishing its attack. The beacon however still persists, and escapes into the aboveground, piercing the sky and the grotto in which the three are trapped. Everything slowly quiets down. O5-4 is laying unconscious, and O5-8 stands above him, barely sustaining consciousness. In the distance, Met'heus lays half-buried underneath stones. Only his right arm and bleeding head are still visible. He reaches outwards. SCP-7600-K: This… This isn't over! I… I…! Suddenly, the ceiling starts to rumble. O5-8 notices it and covers herself and O5-4 with a protective bubble. SCP-7600-K is too late. As a series of rocks fall down upon him, one of them seeming to split his skull. He goes limp and the rest of the rockslide carries the body into the hole within which the Sundown Ritual beacon is still shining. The very moment the corpse touches the beam, it starts to burn with blinding intensity, forcing the carcass to become gray within an instant. Its yellow turns into pure, iridescent blue, and the pillar fully shoots into the sky, terminating upon reaching the cosmos. In that very point in space, an illusion similar to the facsimile of the universe located within SCP-7600-K's Inner Sanctum appears. The beacon branches out into every star, every planet, and every galaxy visible within it, forming a structure reminiscent of a tree. Through it, energy pulsates, and it reaches each celestial body at rapid pace, making them glow with pure power. Then, they all explode. One by one, each of the fake stars burst amongst the clanging of falling metal and pounding of hammers. They all shatter into a billion small, glass-like pieces that float down like snow, slowly sinking to the ground as the ritual beacon fades. For a single moment, the entire world is silent. Then, a cacophony of hundreds upon thousands of Yeren voices, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere, cheer from above and below. But soon, they too fall silent. As the scene concludes, O5-8 looks around herself, smirking through near-death. She gazes at Four, smiling sadly, and sits down next to him, touching him on his head. O5-8: For what it's worth, I'm so, so sorry, John. Eight passes out, and the feed terminates. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Operation cleanup still in progress — Overseer users are advised to see Addendum 7600-7 for further information. Addendum 7600-7: Post-Incident Clean-up REMAINDER OF THIS FILE IS LEVEL 6/7600 CLASSIFIED WELCOME, INCOMING OVERSEER Date: 06/08/1960 Parties Present: O5-4, O5-8 Foreword: Following the retrieval of both Overseers from within the inner parts of SCP-7600 following the incident described in Addendum 7600-6, they were both immediately hospitalized within Site-01's medical ward. Due to her ontokinetic abilities, O5-8 was able to recover much more quickly than O5-4. Because of this, the latter remained within his bed for the duration of a couple of weeks, finally awakening during the below recording. [BEGIN LOG] As O5-4 opens his eyes, O5-8 is standing next to his bed, propped up against the medical ward's wall. She has her arms crossed and is playing with her hair which is now loose. She yawns loudly and, upon noticing her brother is awake, stops halfway through the gesture, slightly embarrassed. O5-8: Took you long enough. Four smiles faintly. O5-4: I'm glad to see you too. O5-8: Are we… even now? You saved me and I saved you — twice, even — and, I mean, I… O5-4 chuckles. O5-4: Yeah, I guess. But there are better ways to show affection and care than shouting at me in Council meetings, you know. Especially if you're trying to convince me to do something. O5-8 throws her hands in the air theatrically. O5-8: If you say so. They look at each other silently for a moment, until Eight comes closer to Four's bed, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting on it. O5-8: So, uh, how you holding up? O5-4: They patched me up alright… O5-4 points at his right hand, still covered in plaster. O5-4: …even if there's still some things I'm waiting on. They initially wanted to ship me to -12, but I refused. Eight raises an eyebrow. O5-4: Let's just say I preferred to stay somewhere I can actually talk about what happened down there. <props himself up with his left hand> Speaking of which… O5-8: That's actually why I'm here. Aside from, you know, you. O5-4's face shows theatrical disapproval. O5-4: Glad to see I can't have a moment of free time with my sister even after I nearly die. O5-8: Ha, ha. Eight snaps her fingers and, a few centimeters above her extended hands, a tablet manifests from thin air. She catches it and presses a few buttons, sticking her tongue out just slightly during the action. After a few moments, she stops. O5-8: So, I'm hoping you remember everything, correct? O5-4 exhales slowly. O5-4: They pumped me up with enough mnestics to kill a grown horse. <scratches his head> Yeah, that I do. Everything until I passed out, at least. Short pause. O5-4: Is he… did you get him? Is everyone safe? Eight grins, moving her fingers as a spark of purple runs through her eyes and fingertips. O5-8: Let's just say I took care of him. O5-4: And the ritual? Did— O5-8: We've yet to see any of them fly out into orbit but I'm preeetty sure what I saw down there means he just needed an extremely strong magical catalyst to finish the thing. And, well, his body was more than plenty. O5-4 sighs with relief. O5-4: So, what about 7600? We can't take care of it like this, and— O5-8: Eh, One took over the project after I quit. He made some pact with the new rulers and set Ennui into progress worldwide. He said he'll make sure to help those poor bastards find a place in the paranormal world above while we continue to analyze their technology, hopefully allowing us to utilize it for further projects, yada yada, all that Alpha/1911 bullshit. You get the point. He'll take care of them. O5-4: But, I… O5-8: Well, I made sure you're free. You don't really have a say in 7600 anymore. And neither do I. By my own request. Four looks at Eight, genuine terror in his eyes. O5-8: Because they have — by which I mean, I do — something infinitely more interesting and important for you. O5-8 pulls up her tablet in front of O5-4's eyes, clicking the play button. O5-8: Here. The recording shows the events described in Addendum 7600-6, catching O5-4 up to speed following his loss of consciousness. After a few moments, the video ends. O5-4: Not sure what you wanted me to see? I mean, it's nice to know what happened, but— O5-8: Here, let me replay it for you. She makes the video continue playing seconds before Met'heus is terminated. As the stone falls above his head, killing him, O5-4 slightly flinches. The recording stops again. O5-4: Yes, I saw it the first time. O5-8: Watch closely. The action repeats. O5-8: Don't you find it at least… weird, or suspicious, that someone as powerful as Met'heus got killed by a falling stone? Something so random, so… so seemingly reliant on pure bad luck? O5-4 shrugs with his left arm. O5-4: I mean, it was pretty hectic down there, and even if that's not what you mean, I think he more than earned himself at least a little misfortune because of what he did. O5-8 groans. O5-8: Eugh, you're hopeless. Point is, I did some digging because I'm not a gullible idiot. Put it through Antimemetics, Unreality, Spectral Affairs, all nine yards. And, well… She clicks a few things once more, pulling up a different video. She makes it play. O5-8: Here's what I got out. The recording is almost identical to the previous one. However, a few moments before SCP-7600-K dies, a spectral figure, reminiscent of a white-furred SCP-1000 instance propped up against a cane, manifests from thin air. It looks directly into the camera, slowly nods, and swallows hard. Then, it moves its hand, and the stone falls onto Met'heus, killing him. It looks into the recording device once more, this time with regret in its eyes, and jumps upwards into the opening formed by HECOR's activation leading up, as SCP-7600-K's body falls down into the ritual site. The being remains up in the air for the next five seconds. O5-4: Is that…? O5-8: Yes. Everything lines up — from appearance to mannerisms, according to Akiva scans and whatnot. We're 99% sure it's Phomet. O5-4: Well, fuck me. O5-8: But that's not all. As Met'heus' corpse powers up the ritual and the cosmos scenery explodes around the panting O5-8 once again, a loud screech full of hatred can be heard on the recording. With each chain being broken and each star becoming reachable, one more piece of another ghostly entity forms next to Phomet with the scream of a thousand dying souls. Eventually, they compile together into a feminine Fae figure, with long, silver hair, a crown of silver ice above her head. Her face is filled with a grimace. O5-4: Jesus Christ. The figure tries to reach for Phomet's face with her claw-like fingers, only for the Yeren to easily repel her with a few moves of his hands. Above his head, for but a split second, the face of another Fae — similar in appearance to the attacker but the crown instead formed from summer grass and branches — can be seen. They clash like this until O5-8 passes out, at which point the recording automatically ends. O5-4 blinks twice. O5-4: I… O5-8: Yeah. O5-4: I genuinely cannot begin to describe how much this changes. To think the two are actually alive and with this power is… And then the Queen and the fact… I… O5-8: Yuup. Thought you'd react that way. Short pause, during which the two don't even look at each other. O5-4: I hate to say it, but there's only one way to go about this, I think. Eight looks into Four's eyes, her own sparkling with excitement. O5-8: You thinking what I'm thinking? O5-4 nods, and grins widely. O5-4: It's high time we come home. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Further research into the true nature of SCP-001, SCP-7600, and other associated phenomena is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Currently and most frequently O5-4. 2. Currently and most frequently O5-8. 3. Samples recovered from its oldest part, the Inner Sanctum, alongside citizen records suggest it was built around 210 000 BCE, immediately following the collapse of the SCP-1000 civilization due to human action during an event referred to as the Day of the Flowers. 4. Homo sapiens noctis, often refered to as Yeren; a sentient race of humanoids covered in fur, roughly as intelligent as humans. Acted as the dominant species on Earth prior to humanity taking lead after overthrowing SCP-1000's dominance. 5. Full name being Druv'tuul Al-lhad, translated from the Yeren language to approximately mean "The Key [to] Our Final Frontier;" Druv'tuul — the most common short version of the full city name — itself simply means "The Key." 6. Such as material excavation, refinement, transport, and construction. 7. This was, at the time, a relatively common occurrence due to the ongoing paramilitary arms race caused by the Cold War. 8. Foundation history expert, specializing in the history of the anomalous, especially in Fae and Yeren-related fields of study. 9. Referring to the event during which the Foundation inadvertently caused the death of over 75% of the entire Fae population, forcing the organization to adopt a strategy of helping and cooperating with the anomalous. 10. Thaumaturgically augmented due to the surrounding temperature to only pick up the heat of living beings. 11. Referring to A-1-3's Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of 20, as dictated by their natural limited prophetic skills combined with extensive Foundation training. 12. Redacted per O5 Council Identity Protection Protocol. 13. The remainder of the Council voted remotely. 14. Referring to PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab"), an ancient and near-infinitely powerful Fae reality bender monarch that ruled the Earth as the queen of the Fae Empire approximately 300 000 years ago, whose death at the hands of SCP-1000 and humanity alike spawned the era of the Children of the Night. 15. A thaumaturgic ritual binding a person (or persons) to respect a previously given oath, with the punishment for intentionally breaking it being immediate death. 16. Highest possible priority within the SCiPNET database. Priority Level 0 projects bypass even global Foundation directives in importance. 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SCP-7601 | keter | Image of SCP-7601 that circulated online following the entity's sighting over Chicago. Photographer unknown. Item #: SCP-7601 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7601 is to be provisionally held in a steel reinforced containment cell at Site-198. Research into methods of containing SCP-7601 are underway. Description: SCP-7601 is an anomalous female Peking Duck. SCP-7601 is able to extend the length of its neck indefinitely, reaching a recorded maximum of ~4,520 km long. Where SCP-7601 obtains the matter required to increase the size of its neck is unknown. While this is occurring, the size of SCP-7601's body and head are not affected. The means by which SCP-7601 is able to hold its neck in the air despite its immense size are not understood. The anomaly is also capable of speaking English, although this has only been observed once (see Incident 7601). SCP-7601 is also resistant to conventional weaponry; however, it is not invulnerable. Incident 7601: SCP-7601 was discovered on 05/06/2011. Amnestics have been administered to all civilian witnesses, and false memories of a surprise fly-by from the United States Air Force have been implanted. The following is a timeline of Incident 7601. <11:43> SCP-7601 is seen by the exterior security cameras of a McDonald's located in Markham, Canada perched on top of a Blue 1999 Ford Escort. <11:45> SCP-7601 begins to rapidly extend its neck, displacing its head 200 m above the ground in five seconds. The car’s roof caves in, the vehicle and the surrounding concrete are pushed into the ground. <11:46> Satellite imagery shows SCP-7601's neck curve until its upper section is parallel with the ground. SCP-7601's head is at an altitude of 3.4 kilometers, and velocity is estimated at 110m/s. <11:47> A civilian sighting of SCP-7601 is uploaded to YouTube. The video shows SCP-7601's neck stretching across the sky, before it disappears over the horizon. The observers are unable to identify what SCP-7601 is. <11:49> Foundation webcrawlers flag and remove videos of SCP-7601 from various social media platforms. Foundation radar at Site-198 detects SCP-7601 traveling overhead at roughly 247 m/s. Calculations of SCP-7601's trajectory indicate it is moving towards Site-19. O5 Command is notified of the situation. <11:50> SCP-7601 breaks the sound barrier1 over Chicago. Foundation personnel are mobilized to distribute amnestics. <11:52> SCP-7601 passes over a United States military base. Believing the object to be an incoming projectile, the base fires 17 surface-to-air missiles at SCP-7601. 15 of the 17 hit; no damage to the anomaly is visible. <11:53> In Markham, the downward force from SCP-7601's expansion has destroyed the car and created a sinkhole roughly 14 meters deep and 9 meters wide. A nearby fire hydrant has been shattered and is spewing water into the air. Local EMS arrive on-scene. <11:57> Local news stations in Chicago begin to air information regarding SCP-7601. An image of SCP-7601's head begins circulating online. Foundation webcrawlers remove images from the internet. <12:01> O5 Council votes to scramble fighters to neutralize SCP-7601. <12:10-18> Fighters make contact with SCP-7601. In the span of 8 minutes, 29 missiles successfully strike SCP-7601; however, none have any effect. During the engagement SCP-7601 made no attempt to evade the projectiles, but its velocity increased significantly. Pre engagement velocity was 564 m/s, while post engagement velocity was 1286 m/s. The battle ended when SCP-7601's head outran Foundation fighters.2 Attempts to fire on SCP-7601's neck have been ineffective. <12:21> O5 Council approved proposition for Compound Y-5623 to be released in the path of SCP-7601. A remote region of western Kansas was chosen for the attack. <12:24> SCP-7601 passes over Jefferson City, Missouri at 1351 m/s. Foundation personnel are dispatched to administer amnestics. <12:27> Foundation aircraft arrive in western Kansas and release 2,700 m3 of Compound Y-562 into the air. <12:28> SCP-7601 passes through the cloud of Compound Y-562. <12:29> SCP-7601 begins to decelerate. <12:31> SCP-7601 slows down to 823 m/s. <12:32> SCP-7601's velocity is 607 m/s. <12:33> SCP-7601's velocity is 244 m/s. <12:44> SCP-7601 stops. <12:44-54> SCP-7601 is seen coughing and vomiting for 10 minutes. <12:56> SCP-7601 recovers and continues to extend its neck towards Site-19. <12:57> SCP-7601's velocity is 126 m/s. <12:58> A proposal is made to engage the anomaly with fighter jets while it is injured. This is rejected by the O5 Council, on the grounds that the prior engagement caused SCP-7601 to accelerate quicker. <13:01> O5 Command orders the termination of SCP-7601 via the Foundation Orbital High Energy Railgun Battery (FOHERB) while the anomaly is over uninhabited land in Colorado. FOHERB begins calibration to fire. <13:02> SCP-7601 passes over Site-212 at 1041 m/s. <13:04> SCP-7601 enters Colorado. All non-essential personnel are evacuated from Site-19, and Foundation thaumaturgists begin to conjure an energy field around the Site. <13:08> SCP-7601 collides with a mountain. This has no impact on its velocity. <13:11> FOHERB finalizes preparations to engage. FOHERB is ordered to fire on SCP-7601 in 30 minutes while it is 1.3 km north of Hawshore, Colorado4. Foundation personnel arrive in Hawshore to evacuate residents under the guise of a gas leak. <13:37> All Hawshore residents have been relocated to a safe distance from the blast zone. <13:41> FOHERB opens fire. SCP-7601's head is thrown into the ground, and the anomaly’s neck makes an almost 90-degree angle downwards. A 759 m crater is created around SCP-7601’s head. <13:42-47> SCP-7601 remains unmoving in the crater for 5 minutes. <13:48> SCP-7601 retracts its neck from the crater, shaking its head several times. Small amounts of blood can be seen on the entity’s head, which is also on fire. The flames are extinguished upon resuming travel towards Site-19. Velocity is 928 m/s. <13:50> SCP-7601 exits the Rocky Mountains, and is projected to reach Site-19 in no more than 30 minutes. Velocity is 1443 m/s. <14:12> The thaumaturgical energy field completely envelops Site-19. SCP-7601's head begins to decrease in altitude and increase in speed. Velocity is 1989 m/s. <14:13> Site-19's Missile Defense System is powered online and prepares to fire on SCP-7601. <14:15> Site-19 radar detects SCP-7601 closing in on its position. All remaining personnel are evacuated to subterranean bunkers. Velocity is 2276 m/s. <14:16> Missile Defense System activates. 12 missiles are fired at SCP-7601, all but one of which misses due to the object's extreme speed. Velocity is 2612 m/s. <14:17> SCP-7601 collides with the energy field at 3147 m/s5. The field bends inwards at the point of impact, but holds. SCP-7601 continues to force itself against the field. <14:18> Thaumaturgists report difficulty maintaining the energy field, and small tears form around the point of contact with SCP-7601. <14:20> The field begins to disintegrate. Thaumaturgists abandon the half of the field opposite of SCP-7601 to focus their energy on the failing section. Loud popping and crackling sounds are heard up to 3.4 km away from Site-19. <14:24> Cracks emerge in the energy field, and popping noises increase in volume. Thaumaturgists warn that SCP-7601 will break through in 1-4 minutes. All personnel within Site-19 are ordered to prepare for impact. The following log is security footage collected from Bunker-14, which was being used as protection from SCP-7601's assault on Site-19. <Begin Log> 12 researchers and 5 security personnel are within the bunker. Crackling and popping sounds from above are heard, followed by a deafening boom. Dr. Mayweather: Wait, it couldn't have broken the barrier could it? Researcher Johnson: No way, I know Hailey.6 It couldn't have got through. The radio of Commander Yoris crackles to life. Yoris pulls up the radio closer to his face. Radio: The entity has breached the field, it is inside the Sit- The bunker's steel reinforced door is hit with a loud clang. A large inward dent in the door is visible. Dr. Johnson: Fuck! Agent Reaves: Oh god, oh god oh god oh god. A second impact forces the door further inwards, creating several small fissures in the metal. Commander Yoris picks up an assault rifle and trains it on the door. Commander Yoris: Everyone stay calm! Harold, throw some C-4 by the door and get ready to detonate it when it gets through. Anna, give the eggheads some guns and show them how to use them. Everyone else, get ready to fire! Agent Otau runs towards the door and places C-4 on the ground. Agent North hands standard-issue Foundation handguns to four of the researchers in the room. Dr. Mayweather: Commander, after everything we've thrown at it, what hope could a few guns possibly hope to do? Commander Yoris: Would you rather sit around and wait for it to get through? The door is thrown off its hinges and flung into the back of the bunker. It collides with Researcher Flint, breaking his arm and dislocating his shoulder. SCP-7601 extends its neck into the room. Commander Yoris: Harold, now! The C-4 in front of where the door had stood detonates, obscuring the entrance with smoke. All five security personnel open fire with assault rifles. SCP-7601 emerges from the smoke unharmed. Armed researchers engage with handguns. After 20 seconds of firing, all security personnel run out of ammo and stop to reload. SCP-7601 looks directly at Jr. Researcher Gunther and extends its neck towards him. Gunther backs away from SCP-7601's head, tripping in the process. He continues to back up on the floor until he is trapped in one of the bunker's corners. Jr. Researcher Gunther: No no no no no what do you want from me!? SCP-7601 slowly approaches Gunther, who presses himself into the wall. SCP-7601 stops 2 centimeters from Gunther's face. An image from Gunther's bodycam is shown below. SCP-7601: Hello, we've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty. Jr. Researcher Gunther: Wha- what? SCP-7601: Your car's extended warranty has expired. You should have received a letter in the mail informing you of this issue. Since you have not given us a response, this is our final attempt to reach you before we close out your file. Would you like to renew your car's warranty? 4 seconds of silence. Jr. Researcher Gunther: Uh, no thank you. Please. SCP-7601 stares at Gunther for 6 seconds. SCP-7601: Okay. If at any point you wish to renew your car's extended warranty, please let us know. Have a splendid day. SCP-7601 retracts its neck from the room at roughly 90 m/s. This causes a gust of wind to blow throughout the room. <End Log> Following this log, SCP-7601 retracted its neck at an average speed of 1200 m/s. After 3 hours and 47 minutes, SCP-7601's neck had retracted to a length typical of a non-anomalous duck. Containment teams successfully detained SCP-7601 while it was eating a hamburger bun in a dumpster. SCP-7601 has been provisionally contained at Site-198, until a method of stopping the extension of its neck can be devised. A joint Foundation-GOC mass amnesticisation program is underway. SCP-7601 has displayed no anomalous properties since Incident 7601. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7601" by Akzal1231, from the SCP Wiki. 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Filename: Used in scpduckplane3.jpg Name: Aircraft window interior Author: Oishi Kuranosuke License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikipedia Commons Filename: Used in scpduckplane3.jpg Name: Pekin Ducks cropped Author: Katie Chodil License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikipedia Commons Filename: Used in scpduckbunker.jpg Name: White duck License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://www.stockvault.net/photo/200682/white-duck Filename: Used in scpduckbunker.jpg Name: Hilsea lines interior Author: Geni License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hilsea_lines_interior.JPG Filename: Used in scpduckbunker.jpg Name: Gray simple background License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=124101&picture=gray-simple-background Footnotes 1. 331 m/s 2. Foundation fighter jets have a maximum speed of 822 m/s. 3. A Class IV Gaseous Toxin capable of terminating an adult human in, at most, 1 minute and 18 seconds. 4. Population: 322 5. 9.5 times the speed of sound. 6. Foundation thaumaturgist, one of the 17 maintaining the energy barrier around the Site. |
SCP-7602 | pending | Welcome O5-3, you have (1) new notification! To: O5-3 From: Site-55 Director Adler Subject: Containment Procedures Awaiting Your Approval O5-3, Following a raid on 4/15/2023, we have successfully managed to secure SCP-7602. However, there is indecision as to what containment protocols to take. Our current approach is to maintain the site as is, however some info brought up during interviews with POI-7602-1 have brought up some concerns. Ultimately, it is your call what approach we take. Attached you'll find a draft of SCP-7602 in addition to a collection of interviews compiled by Dr. Cooper to help you reach a decision. Please get back to me shortly with an answer. Regards, Site-55 Director Adler Item#: 7602 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo An instance of SCP-7602-2 Special Containment Procedures: Until further notice, SCP-7602 is to be quarantined and deemed inaccessible to all non-critical personnel. MTF Beta-777 ("Hecate's Spear") are to ensure this mandate is upheld. In addition, any expansion events of SCP-7602-1 are to be reported to Dr. Hannigan of the Department of Thaumatology. All personnel that come into physical contact with SCP-7602-1 are to be considered lost. All captured members of GOI-7602 are to be kept at Site-55 in standard humanoid containment cells. Description: SCP-7602 refers to a doorway located in the basement of GOI-7602's compound. It appears to be a gateway to a previously unknown extradimensional space containing an indefinite amount of a black gaseous substance hereby referred to as SCP-7602-1. Any object that comes into contact with SCP-7602-1 becomes completely absorbed by it. This is considered irreversible. SCP-7602-1 is currently held in place by a set of thaumaturgic runes identified as SCP-7602-2. Investigation into alternative methods to contain SCP-7602-1 are underway. SCP-7602 was discovered on 4/15/2023 near Middlefield, Massachusetts, following a spike in Humes detected in the area. Foundation agents discovered a heavily fortified brick compound populated by worshipers of a religious group identifying themselves as "The Order of the Void Gate" (GOI-7602). Agents confirmed multiple uses of anomalous rituals, warranting the dispatch of MTF Beta-777 to secure the compound. Despite heavy casualties, MTF agents managed to capture the area as well as 6 survivors, including the leader of the GOI (POI-7602-1). During cleanup, a squad of MTF agents discovered SCP-7602 in the basement of a church-like building. The squad opened SCP-7602 resulting in the first recorded expansion event. The resultant SCP-7602-1 consumed all but one member of the squad, halting at a set of SCP-7602-2 located on the wall. According to POI-7602-1, this expansion event will repeat without proper maintenance of the remaining instances of SCP-7602-2. This claim, as of yet, is unverified. Addendum 7602.1: First interview with POI-7602-1 + View Transcript - Close Transcript Date of interview: 4/17/2023 Interviewer: Dr. Cooper Interviewee: POI-7602-1 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/17/2023. Begin recording now. Please state your full legal name for the record. POI-7602-1: Why should I? Dr. Cooper: Well, you don't have to. However, if you answer my questions I can in turn vouch for any accommodation requests you make to the containment staff. POI-7602-1: You think I can be bought over with softer beds and toiletries? And here I was thinking you were professionals. Dr. Cooper: As I've mentioned you don't need to answer the questions if you don't want to. Besides, our forensics team already positively ID'd you as one "Dr. Richard Moore". POI-7602-1: I stand corrected, it seems you've done your homework. Yes, my name is Dr. Richard Moore. Dr. Cooper: Well then Dr. Moore, according to your record you went missing quite some time ago, 1864 to be exact. Care to tell me how a tenured professor from the University of Oxford ends up leading a cult in rural Massachusetts? POI-7602-1: That would be quite the tale. I would be willing to share it with you, but first I need something in return. Dr. Cooper: And what would that be? POI-7602-1: Well, if I'm going to tell you my life story, I'd at least like to know about who's asking. Dr. Cooper: You want to know about the Foundation? POI-7602-1: No, not the "Foundation". I've already surmised enough about them when you dragged me here kicking and screaming. I want to know about Dr. Cooper. Dr. Cooper: We're not here to talk about me. POI-7602-1: Oh come on. At least tell me where you're from. Dr. Cooper: I'm from Cambridge. Happy? POI-7602-1: It's certainly a start, but I'm a man of my word. I'm from Shrewsbury, England. Worked in the Astrophysics department at Oxford for 22 years. Lasted right up until I made my discovery. Dr. Cooper: And what would that "discovery" be? POI-7602-1: Not so fast. You need to give something to get something. Now, tell me how does someone like you end up working in a place like this? Dr. Cooper: That's classified material. POI-7602-1: Oh my poor, addled mind. I'm really starting to forget the past 100 years or so. Dr. Cooper: Fine, I get it, but if I have to explain to my supervisors why I was giving a subject my personal history, you'll end up talking to someone much less polite than me. POI-7602-1: I promise I won't tell anybody. Now go on. Dr. Cooper: Well, I was working on my doctoral thesis at MIT, something on the role of ritualism in the lives of the Mahatopan. POI-7602-1: An anthropologist, I see. Dr. Cooper: I spent a couple of weeks with a local tribe when one of the elders passed. One of the shamans invited me to stay for their funeral. Figured I might as well go, considering nobody had ever recorded the ritual on record. Dr. Cooper: We all gathered that night, preparing to usher his spirit into the afterlife. The natives were all standing in a circle around the body as they began singing. About 10 minutes in, the elder suddenly caught fire. Before I could even figure out what was going on, he… got up and started dancing. I was so shocked that I could barely remember the rest of that night. POI-7602-1: Everyone's first encounter with the paranormal is usually quite shocking. It's amazing how much goes on around us each day that we brush off as a trick of the eyes. Dr. Cooper: I suppose. I thought I was going crazy, told my supervising professor about the whole ordeal. Turns out he was working with the Foundation. He told me people in my situation typically got amnesticized, but he instead offered me a job. Soon after, the Mahatopans were never heard from again. POI-7602-1: I'm sorry to hear that. Dr. Cooper: They were anomalies. Perhaps mundane anomalies, but anomalies nonetheless. POI-7602-1: And because of that, the Foundation killed them? Dr. Cooper: What? No. The Mahatopan aren't dead; the Foundation purchased the reservation and only claimed they were gone. Besides, you really shouldn't be talking. Thirty seven good men and women are dead because of you. You're the shining example of why the Foundation does what it does. POI-7602-1: I could understand why you see what I did as "cruel". Dr. Cooper: Cruel doesn't even begin to cut it. Look, I gave you my story, now give me yours. POI-7602-1: Fair enough. Truth is, I've been thinking of a way to escape this entire time. However, you've convinced me that you're worthy of learning my secrets. Tell me, have you seen the gateway? Dr. Cooper: Are you talking about that sick trap of yours? Yes, I have. POI-7602-1: Well then, I think you'd be interested in knowing this: If my followers and I don't return to that gate soon, the entire world will end. Dr. Cooper: What? Are you threatening the Foundation? POI-7602-1: Quite the opposite, really. I'm proposing a partnership. My order seeks to prevent the world on the other side of that gate from engulfing this one. If your "Foundation" is as set on protecting people as you claim, then our goals are identical. Dr. Cooper: That's quite the large claim. POI-7602-1: Perhaps the largest of all, but I assure you, it is all too real. So what do you say? Dr. Cooper: That's going to be a hard ask. It's not my decision to make anyways. I'll speak to my supervisors after this interview. For now, thank you for your time. [END TRANSCRIPT] To: Dr. Alicia Cooper From: Site-55 Director Adler Subject: Re:POI-7602-1 Interview Dr. Cooper, I've seen the request you've submitted following the interview with POI-7602-1. I do concur, his claims are dubious at best. That being said, it is our duty to thoroughly investigate any and all anomalous threats to human life. It certainly doesn't help that none of the other captured cultists were willing to speak with us. Therefore, I'm assigning you to compile a report on the matter. Do whatever it takes to get the truth out of him. I'm also upgrading your clearance to Level 3 for the duration of your investigation. Best of Luck, Site-55 Director Adler Addendum 7602.2: Second interview with POI-7602-1 + View Transcript - Close Transcript Date of interview: 4/18 Interviewer: Dr. Cooper Interviewee: POI-7602-1 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/18/2023. Begin recording now. POI-7602-1: Ahh, Dr. Cooper, returned at last. Have we an answer from the higher-ups? Dr. Cooper: Not quite. I'm actually here to ask you some more questions. POI-7602-1: Well then, ask away. Dr. Cooper: For starters, you're going to have to explain why somebody who killed 37 Foundation personnel can be let out. POI-7602-1: I figured you'd ask something along those lines. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. You guard a doorway to a world that could annihilate ours at a moment's notice for centuries on end. One day, at 2 in the morning I might add, a small army shows up at your gate prepared to do whatever it takes to break in. Surely you could understand why we took that course of action? Dr. Cooper: Not really, still doesn't explain why you fired first. POI-7602-1: Do you have a husband, Dr. Cooper? Children? Dr. Cooper: No. I've been too enveloped in work to focus on anything else. POI-7602-1: Well, if you did, you'd soon come to realize things get a lot fuzzier. You're far less likely to hesitate when others' lives are on the line. Dr. Cooper: Let's move on. What exactly is on the other side of this doorway? POI-7602-1: Unending darkness. While darkness in our world is the absence of photons, the gateway leads to a world where the opposite is the case. If the two were to come into contact, it would mean complete annihilation. Dr. Cooper: Uh-huh. And how does a celebrated Astrophysicist such as yourself end up guarding this gate? POI-7602-1: Well, after nearly 20 years of lectures and mundane research, I decided it was time to explore a new topic: Why are we here? I turned to the stars for an answer and concluded all of them came from a single point. Dr. Cooper: Let me get this straight, you're claiming to have discovered the big bang nearly a century before everyone else? That would be the pride of any scientist's life, and you didn't tell a soul. POI-7602-1: I suppose that's for the same reason you're here now. I first wanted to know just how deep the rabbit hole went. Dr. Cooper: Studying magic within Native Americans cultures and the creation of the Universe are two very different things. POI-7602-1: Really? We're both seeking to stop the unknown from destroying the world. Our choices have even brought us to the exact same room. Dr. Cooper: I can't say I've run a doomsday cult for 200 years. POI-7602-1: You wound me, Dr. Cooper. Dr. Cooper: Anyway, you were talking about your research? POI-7602-1: Ah yes, soon enough I discovered some unseen force was pushing the universe apart. I found this force came from a substance of darkness beyond our world. I believe you call it "dark matter." Regardless, it soon became apparent that its presence was growing at an alarming rate. I had to do something about it. Dr. Cooper: But why move all the way to Massachusetts? POI-7602-1: There were too many eyes in England. I decided a change of locale was necessary. With my new location established, I was soon able to devise a method of containing the darkness by concentrating all of it to a single place. Dr. Cooper: The doorway? POI-7602-1: The doorway. The rest of it, including the sigils and my longevity, were simply byproducts of my research. Dr. Cooper: So, in summation, you were a professor from Oxford who discovered all of modern Astrophysics, on his own, well over a century before the rest of society, and then you proceeded to use it to make yourself immortal and "protect the world"? POI-7602-1: When you put it that way, it does sound quite silly doesn't it? Oh but where are my manners! I forgot to ask you how your morning has been. Dr. Cooper: I fail to see how this contributes to my report. POI-7602-1: Forget about the report for a minute. Dr. Cooper: What happened to the whole "we need to hurry or the world is going to end" deal? POI-7602-1: Well, it is urgent, but we're looking a couple of weeks here. You can at least spend a few minutes to talk about yourself. Dr. Cooper: Fine, not much going on anyway. I pretty much just woke up and drove here. POI-7602-1: Really? That's all? Dr. Cooper: Other than talk to a couple of supervisors? Nothing. POI-7602-1: And I thought guarding a doorway for centuries was mundane. Have you considered taking up any hobbies? Dr. Cooper: Don't have the time. It's just reports day in and day out. At least my work's for the right reasons. POI-7602-1: You still need to live for yourself. Try picking up an instrument. I found learning the cello was quite the experience. Dr. Cooper: Like you're the one to give life advice. You quite literally run a cult. POI-7602-1: Which you have brought up several times. Let's move on. What's the next question you wanted to ask? Dr. Cooper: Oh right, why should the Foundation enlist your help and not just have you give them instructions remotely? POI-7602-1: Do you instruct a heart surgeon over the radio? The regular maintenance of the runes requires the most careful precision. That's not even considering the adjustments required during the ritual itself. Dr. Cooper: I can assure you our thaumaturges are quite capable. POI-7602-1: No no, you don't understand. The techniques designed are unique to this purpose. I doubt your thaumaturges have encountered anything like it. I need to be there, leading the ritual myself. Dr. Cooper: You know full well the answer to that is going to be no. POI-7602-1: I would love to teach your thaumaturges the rituals. Lord knows I need the help considering half of my followers are now dead. However, at best, the training will take well over a year, and we have weeks. Were I given my implements and the ability to contain the gate, that would give us plenty of time. Dr. Cooper: I see, well that's all the questions I have for now. Thank you for your time. POI-7602-1: Take care Dr. Cooper. [END TRANSCRIPT] Addendum 7602.3: Following the discovery of SCP-7602, Dr. Byrnes of the Department of Thaumatology was authorized to research possible containment methods. After several days, procedure BYRNES-14 was developed from reverse engineering SCP-7602-2. The experiment was allowed to occur on 4/19/2023. + View Log - Close Log VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/19/2023 NOTE: Experiment overseen by Dr. Byrnes and performed by MTF B777-28. Procedure BYRNES-14 was developed utilizing components of SCP-7602-2 and recovered materials from cultists. [BEGIN LOG] 9:01 AM: MTF B777-28 approaches SCP-7602-1. 9:02 AM: MTF B777-28 begins preparing procedure BYRNES-14. 9:05 AM: MTF B777-28 completes the preparation, and begins invoking procedure BYRNES-14. 9:14 AM: Sensors detect a notable decrease in ambient lumens. 9:19 AM: SCP-7602-1 begins receding from the prior threshold. 9:22 AM: SCP-7602-1 stops receding. 9:25 AM: MTF B777-28 signals to halt the experiment. 9:26 AM: Dr. Byrnes approaches MTF B777-28, presumably to identify the problem. 9:27 AM: SCP-7602-1 undergoes an expansion event, consuming Dr. Byrnes and MTF B777-28. 9:27 AM: SCP-7602-1 halts progress at another set of SCP-7602-2. Dr. Hannigan ends further experimentation. [END LOG] Following the failure of BYRNES-14, Dr. Cooper held an emergency interview with POI-7602-1. Date of interview: 4/19 Interviewer: Dr. Cooper Interviewee: POI-7602-1 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] POI-7602-1: Back so soon? Dr. Cooper: Now's really not the time. SCP-7602 is at risk of breaching containment. POI-7602-1: That's impossible! What happened? Dr. Cooper: The Thaumatology Department decided they weren't going to wait for my report and took matters into their own hands. POI-7602-1: A poetic end I suppose, the world undone by the mundanity of office politics. Dr. Cooper: I don't care to play any of your games right now. Just tell us how to fix it. POI-7602-1: Well judging by the fact that we're even having this conversation, the third seal is still intact. As for what to do regarding your compatriot's faux pas, I would need to know what they did. [Dr. Cooper explains procedure BYRNES-14] POI-7602-1: I must say, your thaumaturges certainly are more capable than I thought. However, they failed to take into account our alignment to the void. I tried to warn you from attempting anything on your own. Dr. Cooper: Can it be fixed? POI-7602-1: Patience, doctor. We are dealing with a matter of life and death here, I must take my time to think. Am I correct in stating today is the 19th? Dr. Cooper: Yes. [POI-7602-1 goes silent for several minutes] POI-7602-1: Well, based on the current cycle, I know the perfect counter-sigil. May I have a pen and paper? [Dr. Cooper hands POI-7602-1 a piece of paper] [POI-7602-1 begins sketching an instance of SCP-7602-2] POI-7602-1: There. Have your thaumaturges draw the sigil in EXACTLY that order. Dr. Cooper: Thank you. I'll get this over to them immediately. POI-7602-1: Anything for a fellow scholar. Until next time. [END TRANSCRIPT] MTF B777-29 was instructed to perform the amended version of BYRNES-14. When applied, the procedure forced SCP-7602-1 back to the previous threshold, although not all the way to SCP-7602. Addendum 7602.4: Third interview with POI-7602-1 + View Transcript - Close Transcript Date of interview: 4/20 Interviewer: Dr. Cooper Interviewee: POI-7602-1 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Cooper: This is Dr. Alicia Cooper, interviewing POI-7602-1 on 4/20/2023. Begin recording now. POI-7602-1: Well? Did it work? Dr. Cooper: Thankfully, yes. POI-7602-1: That's outstanding news! Dr. Cooper: Sure is. POI-7602-1: What's wrong? You look out of it. Dr. Cooper: It's nothing, let's get on with the interview. POI-7602-1: I refuse to answer any questions until you tell me what's going on. Dr. Cooper: I already told you, it's nothing. POI-7602-1: Well this "nothing" has put quite the frown on your face. Dr. Cooper: And you certainly aren't helping. POI-7602-1: It can't hurt to talk about it. Go on, spit it out. Dr. Cooper: Fine. I guess it's the report. POI-7602-1: I thought you were doing a fantastic job interviewing me. Dr. Cooper: That's not the problem. You've answered every question I asked, and yet we have no way of proving any of it. Now, the director is pushing me to wrap my investigation up, and I can't give a recommendation. POI-7602-1: I see. The stress of completing such a report, especially with such dire consequences, is bogging you down. Dr. Cooper: That's one way to put it. POI-7602-1: If you would like, I could look over it for you. Dr. Cooper: No way. Even IF I got the permission to do that, it would invalidate the whole point. POI-7602-1: Well maybe I could help in some other way. I'm assuming you came to ask more questions. Dr. Cooper: It's mostly just a list of various concerns from the other departments, but none of this addresses the fundamental question: Why should the Foundation trust you? POI-7602-1: That is quite the question. In truth, there is no way I could convince you completely. Everything I've done was executed with the utmost secrecy by nature. The only thing I can offer you are my promises. Dr. Cooper: Well then I guess there's nothing else I can do. POI-7602-1: I'm sorry that happens to be the case. If it's any comfort, I'm certain whatever final report you submit will be phenomenal. Dr. Cooper: I hope so. Oh right, before I go, there's one last question I've been meaning to ask you. POI-7602-1: Ask away. Dr. Cooper: Why a cult? With all your talk about "academics" and "similarity", it just doesn't make sense why you didn't end up like us. POI-7602-1: Oh yes, I do admit it was an odd way of going about things, but the numbers and the persistence needed for the rituals required a certain… zeal. I saw a cult as the optimal way of carrying out such a task. Dr. Cooper: I guess that's everything then. Thank you for your time. POI-7602-1: Thank you, Dr. Cooper. I'm looking forward to working with you. [END TRANSCRIPT] Addendum 7602.5: Dr. Cooper's Closing Statement Document: Closing remarks on the matter of POI-7602-1 Author: Dr. Alicia Cooper For the past several days I have been tirelessly analyzing the veracity of POI-7602-1's statements. While we've managed to get a hold of records up to his disappearance from Oxford, we can't find out anything about the years that followed. This, combined with the failings of the Department of Thaumatology have forced me to evaluate everything he's said at face value. 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SCP-7603 | neutralized | 777 close Info X SCP-7603 P was for Pluto, Previously. Presently Primrose. Author: Fantem as the Perfectly Pampered Passion Professor Co-Author/Illustrator: Opossumistic as Professor Possum, PHD Audiobook: SCP Un[REDACTED} Word Count: 20,104 words / 1 hour 15 minutes ⚠️ Content warning: This story contains gore and graphic imagery, transphobia/deadnaming, strong language, blasphemy, domestic abuse and violence, mental and emotional abuse, mentions of sexual abuse and violence, and excessive self harm. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-7603-ARC Level1 Secondary Class: draugr Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7603 AUDIO FORMAT Special Containment Procedures:1 SCP-7603 is contained in a standard Foundation container. Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq., nor Cpt. Adrian, aren't permitted access to the object until proceedings for full neutralization is concluded. SCP-7603 is to be subject to regular Tartarean Resonance Energy monitoring. Description: SCP-7603 is the sapient, pseudo-indestructible skeleton of the royal Tartarean entity, Babalon. Through empathetic readings, it has been determined that this entity is able to hear its surroundings, despite not possessing auditory sensory organs. SCP-7603 gives off trace amounts of TRE radiation, comparable to 12% of what would be expected of the typical, complete Tartarean specimen. The object appears to be the skull of a Jackal-like species, most closely resembling that of a golden jackal (Canis aureus). However, SCP-7603 is notably larger than that of a typical member of the species it mimics, and is comprised of soulstuff. SCP-7603 does not possess nerve or sinus entry points, its braincase being completely airtight. Like the typical skull of a Tartarean entity, SCP-7603 is almost entirely indestructible. Only implements blessed against Tartarean entities are capable of penetrating it. However, this would risk destroying SCP-7603. Inside its braincase is an amount of cranial soulstuff, which functions as its brain. When held or touched by a Tartarean entity, that subject is capable of forming a temporary, one-way empathetic link with SCP-7603. The Tartarean subject is capable of sensing the apparent emotional state of SCP-7603, which is often described as unwell. Addendum-7603-1: Date: 08/13/2022 Location: Site-666 Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor) <Begin Log> Fatish Von Trevil: Firstly, thank you for doing this for me, Sheldon. I greatly appreciate your assistance in this matter, as well as assisting Adrian with their boat. This matter is… very personal to me. Katz: Of course, all I'm doing is being a middleman. But yeah, let's begin. Katz: Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq., you're motioning for the full decommission of SCP-7603. You're doing this on the basis that there is nothing more to learn from this entity, and that this presents an ethics concern. Before we get to your argument, we have one question. First, how did you come to know of SCP-7603? Fatish Von Trevil: Thank you. I had been familiarizing myself with the Level 1 documentation of all objects in Site-666, and discovered that SCP-7603 was in your custody. Fatish Von Trevil: Also relevant, allow me to state my bias in this matter. I am the daughter of Babalon the Great, or as you labled her, SCP-7603. I have a personal and familial relation to this entity. That being said, I feel the argument for decommissioning is one worth making. Katz: Much appreciated. You may proceed. Fatish Von Trevil: My motion to decommission stems from two main points: the lack of significant research opportunity, and the humane treatment of sapient objects. Fatish Von Trevil: Most relevantly, SCP-7603 does not represent any prospects for research opportunity, because she is identical to every other demon who has had their soulstuff stripped away from them. This is a well-researched phenomena amongst both demons and angels. I am to believe the primary reason SCP-7603 is given a designation and protections is because SCP-7603 is Babalon, and while that is a reason for containment, I do not believe there is a reason to allow her to persist in her current state. Fatish Von Trevil: This is coming from someone who knows that attempts to restore her to an able-bodied state are currently impossible. Inferno2 has spent countless resources attempting to restore high-value persons of interest from this state for over a millennia. The development may come eventually, but I have doubts that it will come within a timeframe that is reasonably humane. Fatish Von Trevil: Additionally, little to no information can be gathered from her. She is only capable of establishing brief empathetic links to a demon that is holding her. One could tell when she is sad, angry, shellshocked, etcetera, but she could never give a proper testimony, because demons are incapable of controlling what is sent out through empathetic link. There is no "happy for yes, sad for no," it is how we feel. Fatish Von Trevil: And lastly, keeping her alive is cruel. She is effectively in a conscious coma, unable to act or communicate in a significant manner. Furthermore, most demons have reported that her mind-state is "unwell." We are able to tell that she is suffering from her mere physical existence. Fatish Von Trevil: Closing statement; keeping her alive is both cruel and unnecessary. This is not an argument for her release into my custody; this is euthanasia. It is a common sentiment for containment by agencies like the Foundation to be considered a form of burial. I simply wish to end my mother's needless suffering. <End Log> ⚠️ NOTICE ⚠️ The file you are reading has been archived, and is currently out of date. UPDATE PAGE TO LATEST VERSION Footnotes 1. Draugr: Item is considered Neutralized or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. 2. Inferno refers to the YHWHist Hell, which is the largest superpower amongst Tartarean afterlives. Ø is for Ørkesløs SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Q is for Questions ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7603-ARC" by Fantem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7603. 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-7604 | euclid | Alright, I need you to start from the beginning. Uh, well, but– I've been here a week already, I really have to get back to my— Look, we can get you back to your folks when this is all fixed up, OK? We need your cooperation. …Can you get this fixed up? Are you familiar with our organisation? Vaguely, yes. Then you know we can fix anything. But not without your testimony. I’ll do it. You said from the beginning? That’s right. OK… I guess the best place to start would be my family's trip to Hy-Brasil. Item#: UNNAMED Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Nameless Girl is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-03 until all of the circumstances regarding her anomaly have been identified and, if possible, neutralised. Access to this file, due to its potential applicability concerning The Sullied Place, has been restricted only to those with Level 4 clearance and others on a need-to-know basis. This Anomaly should only be documented and interacted with by those with specialised semantic-hazard training. Investigation into the cause and potential neutralisation of Her anomaly is ongoing (see Attachment.OI). Description: Whom We’re Discussing is a female fae of Hy-Brasilian changeling descent, between 16 and 17 years of age. She stands at 173cm tall and weighs 62.4 kilograms. The Recreator has shown no anomalous capabilities beyond that of an average or even below-average fae of similar circumstances. The primary anomaly This Woman represents was the sudden and unexplained creation of an Eshu-class nomenclative hazard making identification of The Faceless And Nameless extremely difficult. The Foundation was alerted to the nomenclative hazard's formation on 8/1/2012 at 10:34 PM—now confirmed to be the date in which The Almost Hy-Brasilian’s anomaly manifested—when an unusually large burst of magic was detected at Site-03 22 miles outside of the city of New Hy-Brasil. While Foundation presence on Hy-Brasil has severely diminished over the past twenty years, she was quickly located and apprehended 14 minutes later, and was subsequently entered into Foundation custody at Site-03. Found amongst her belongings was a large stick with a blackened end, a lightly weathered bicycle, and a backpack itself containing a leatherbound book and a standard-issue camcorder with a 6 megabyte-per-second SD card inside. ► Organised Information Regarding The Before Mentioned ◀ ▼ Hide attachment. ▼ Video recovered from camcorder SD card. Shot begins overlooking the railing of a large boat. The waters below are grey and choppy, it is raining. Murmurs can be heard between two or three voices from behind the camera. A low male voice says “Keep your eyes peeled.” Panning over from the sea and back inward to the ferry’s deck, two adults come into shot, a woman and a man, both middle-aged. They acknowledge the camera and wave to it, smiling warmly. The camera spins, and a large window back inside of the ship is seen, open-plan and filled with fae of elvish and changeling lineage, particularly families with young children. Many of the children are filing into an arcade room. Suddenly, the earlier masculine voice says “There, look!” and the camera spins around again. Ahead, obscured from view through the fog, is a large collection of structures consisting of numerous rock formations, with wisps of steam permeating the air around them. The largest two connect with an arch, others jut from the ground, and others still are small domes suspended on the water. As the ship grows nearer, it is seen more clearly: it is a man-made structure of some kind, around 45 feet tall at their peak, now fallen into ruin. Under the water, from where the steam is permeating, is a low, dim glow of green light. The camera zooms in to study the ruin, showing it to be made of grey stone bricks and in a state of severe disrepair, as the ship navigates between two columns and continues forward. Emphatic voices can be heard. Cutting through the rain and other voices, a younger, female voice says “What is this thing?” The footage cuts to the inside of the ship, looking out a rectangular window. It is still raining. The room inside has red flooring and a number of tables at which different passengers are seated, all facing to the window. The camera zooms in as a dark grey piece of land comes into view through the fog. There is a pause, before the deeper male voice says, “Welcome home.” Dear journal, Earlier today I packed up all of my stuff, and we drove out towards the port. There weren't many cars in the line onto the boat, but I guess that’s to be expected. My dad knew the guy ticketing, started up a conversation with him and everything in the line. Apparently he was a jailer who’d settled down in Sligo in the 80s, seemed like a nice guy. We drove our car onto the boat and waited for the all-clear to get onto the ferry. I got utterly scammed at the keymaster on the ride over. In Calleus, our connection city, the first thing you notice is the quality of the air. Half of the town is on the water in a network of these modern crannogs, with huge fishing nets and lots of bustle. My people surround me. We got stopped by some elves at the dock, who asked us to identify why we were coming to the island. My father did the talking, warped his face into the security agent, and got us taken onto the land side of the city. It was really difficult to take everything in, it’s just so beautiful. Everyone’s featureless out here, and the big gulf the town's built on, the Grave, seems to go on forever. It brings this thick fog out, obscuring the sheer cliffs. The town is in high spirits, people are preparing for the Lughnasa festival at the start of August. Apparently Lughnasa is the harvest festival for the summer, the crop is supposed to grow. As I write this my parents are negotiating us a rental car. I didn’t know they even had cars out here. We’ll be in New Hy-Brasil by the end of the day if this rental service ever gets sorted out, I’ve been sat a half an hour already, but I’ve been reading all the travel brochures to pass the time. Lots of magic in the imagery, elves growing whole fields for Lughnasa, water-skating out on the Grave when the weather clears. Proper magic. Video recovered from camcorder SD card. Shot begins panning up and to the left window, revealing the plastic interior of an Austin Metro, with the adults from the previous recording in the front two seats. A Changeling is seen in the reflection of the window, before the camera presses against the glass and refocuses. Outside of the car is a densely packed forest, the trees gnarling together and casting shapes of light on the ground. The camera pans down to the narrow street, paved cobblestone with weeds blooming out of the cracks. A gasp can be heard, and the camera suddenly pans up and zooms in to unremarkable tree coverage. A younger, female voice says “I swear I saw something move. It was small…are there squirrels in Hy-Brasil?” There’s a pause, the camera doesn’t move. Finally, a masculine voice to the right responds “Yes, there are squirrels. Jeez, we ought to come back more often.” The footage abruptly cuts to a different shot in the same vehicle, zoomed in and pointing out of the car's windshield. Outside of the vehicle, a larger city begins to come into view. The shot switches from the windshield to the left window frequently, showing a vast network of cobblestone—paved and unpaved—streets with elves and changelings passing by. Large telephone poles each holding up three loudspeakers occasionally blare out. The words “Kaiju caviar by…” can be heard in the car amongst the noise. Numerous buskers play music on harps, lyres, and guitars throughout the streets. The architecture is a mixture of medieval stone buildings retrofitted into shops, traditional plaster structures, and many smaller, newer homes built with wood, stacked and slotted between other structures. In many places, these architectural style mesh, ancient stone foundations built upon with newer wooden apartments. Some areas of the city are overcrowded with buildings, whilst others are extremely empty. Countless back alleys and side roads line the mass of public houses, book shops, clothing stores and residential buildings. Many of the structures hold minor dilapidation, and imply great age. Orange and green festival festival flags run across the telephone poles. Thaumaturgical runes are graffitied onto ancient stone walls, and a bell tower tolls out. This continues for 14 minutes and 31 seconds, with the frequency of buildings gradually decreasing as the car enters the residential outer regions of the city. The shot finally lands on one building as the car parks in front of a two-story plaster house in a road of similar, colourful buildings, and the doors in the front of the car open. The footage cuts out. Alright, so you just arrived in New Hy-Brasil? Any magical phenomena to note? I don’t think so, no. Noted. And how was the trip while you were there? Well… exciting of course, finally being back home. But not perfect? I wouldn’t be here had it been perfect. Point taken. Back to writing. I’ll recap the past few days. We’ve been going out to town a lot, everyone there seems to know my dad. A lot of our days out get bogged down in long catching up conversations between him and a man I don’t know anything about. I bought a book of old fae stories and this large black sheep plushie. The book is crazy thus far, it's like Game of Thrones with a Brother's Grimm edge. It feels sort of unreal reading it. I visited family at a hotel, or something called a hotel, at least. It’s really a large, regal looking house that gets used as a restaurant. I was eating with my nana, an aunt and an uncle, some in-laws and cousins I’ve never met, or never remembered meeting. They asked me a lot of stuff; how I’ve been, what it’s like in Three Ports, if I’m enjoying Hy-Brasil. They asked if I was going to town for Lughnasa, if I’d be volunteering to be a Firebringer (apparently the people that light the big burning man in the old city district), how fun the festival would be. So I told these people I was supposed to know all of the right responses, and smiled and nodded when they asked if I remembered them, and had my meal. A big sausage roll. It was damn good, too. I got to meet with Conner again, with some of his new friends. We met out in a park, sat on a picnic blanket, and he introduced me. One of them even knew my family, which was nice. We were all having a laugh, making fun of each other, when one of them—an elf named Siobhan—somehow got to calling me a “UIU-baby,” as a joke. I laughed it off, and then she kind of dropped her demeanour a bit and repeated it slower. So for a second or two that felt like an eternity, I sat awkwardly, kind of laughing, before the topic moved on. They all started showing off their magic, which was cool. Conner has telekinesis, so he waved the trees and got us off the blanket so he could lift and fold it. Another girl, Maeve I think, could make the flowers bloom in a patch of the park, bursting open with pollen explosions. That Siobhan girl could move shadows, expanding the darkness around and casting all of us away from the sun. They were all really worn out from the exertion of those spells. I dodged and stalled a while, before admitting I couldn’t do it. They really didn’t seem to like that, any of them. All the energy of the group just fizzled. I don’t get it. It isn’t clicking. Video recovered from camcorder SD card. Shot opens on a street in New Hy-Brasil, being traversed on foot. It is visible, but somewhat dark. Ahead is the man from earlier video logs, who can be heard saying “It should be right up here.” The frame ducks through side streets, where the cobblestone is cracked and rife with vegetation. They pass by the ruins of a small fort, with a long stone wall next to it, and move through another, darker alley out into a vast clearing. The buildings can be seen to be arranged in a large circular pattern around the central fixture of an otherwise empty town square. Made out of a dull, brown metal and overgrown with plants is an extremely large circular structure covered in runes and wires, and anchored to the ground with vast quantities of defunct machinery. It is an artificially constructed Way, now in total disrepair. In front of it is four rows of black, stone benches and seven large upright rocks, each inscribed with hundreds of words. There are a number of Tuatha Dé Danann sat at the benches, looking over the inscriptions, and staring upwards from the bottom of the massive, metal ring. As the shot moves deeper into the area, the paved concrete of the square can be seen arranged into a large, mosaic crown. A loud noise is heard from a masculine voice, and the camera pans quickly to the left. A elven man wearing weathered clothing, seemingly middle-aged, limps over to the man and woman from the earlier video logs, scowling. He loudly says, “Scab. Scab! Some nerve comin’ here. You think I forgot? Huh? We’ll never forget. Leaving us in the, the dirt?! Piss off, you piece of shit! Selfish… deserter! Scab!” He presses his finger to the man's chest, and then pushes him in the shoulder, muttering and shouting and laughing as he walks past. For five seconds, it is silent. The footage cuts out. Jesus. Yeah. And when was this all happening? Like, uh, July 26th, July 27th. Ah, so then it was— A few days out from Lughnasa. Yes, it was. Footage recovered from a local news station. Footage opens on a large crowd of people gathered in New Hy-Brasil, and a changeling newscaster standing in front of them. Far in the background is a makeshift stage, upon which a large torch is burning. The newscaster says “Hello fae, Seelie and Unseelie, and any other Hy-Brasilians watching, we are about to witness the annual firebringer selection ceremony. In a few short minutes the seven will be selected to bring the fires to the old ruins only three days from now, and rejuvenate the leylines and bring upon the harvest…” Eventually, the camera angle switches to above the crowd and stage, and the torch is surrounded by three cloaked individuals. The audience goes silent. As the cloaked individuals speak a long incantation, a thaumaturgical rune on the ground suddenly alights. The torchfire grows giant and crackling, and an individual mote of magical fire bursts from it and into the audience, stagnating just above one individual member of the crowd. A screen graphic lists the name “Cillian Mac Brian.” The mote of fire settles about Cillian's head like a crown, and he jubilates. Another two motes of flame fire from the torch as the incantation continues, landing above another two onlookers. A fourth fires off from the torch, and pauses on a figure near the back of the crowd. The screen graphic displays “Nothing Anymore.” Her eyes widen, and she celebrates with her parents. Another mote of flame fires into the audience, and then another, landing above a crowd member nearby The Fourth Firebringer. The screen graphic displays “Conner Mac Sweeney.” He hugs his fellow Firebringer. One more fire bursts from the torch, landing to the left. After the landing of the final fiery crown, the rune begins to die down, the incantation concludes, and the torch, now a large, blackened pole, goes out. The crowd disperses. Video recovered from camcorder SD card. Shot picks up in an excitable street outside of a public house. Festival decorations are everywhere, a harp, bodhrán, and banjo are playing in harmony together. Wisping light spells cross the sky. Many people of all ages are eating, talking, and walking down the street. The shot pans and follows The Girl, wearing a long orange dress, out in the street. She is dancing raucously, flowing her dress around her to the music. For a moment, she makes eye contact with the camera, and then continues dancing, underscored by the band. Her face is turned upright to the sky, featureless as she spins, before melting into the face of her mother, then her father, then a number of unknown people, each face morphing into one conglomerate and then fading back into nothing and then flaring up again. From behind, in the corner of the shot a group of four similarly aged girls walk past, holding trays of food. One of them points, and the others begin laughing, before walking away. This Dancer stops, acknowledges the camera, acknowledges the group, and looks downwards, walking towards the camera and pulling up the ends of her dress. The footage cuts out. Footage recovered from a local news station. Aerial footage, panning from above a section of Hy-Brasil that is left in charred ruins, on a slowly inclining hill. Large, blackened and overgrown stone-brick rock formations jut all across the ground. The shot zooms in on a group of seven fae ascending the hill, each with a lit torch in hand and a crown of fire. Surrounding the hill, the city of New Hy-Brasil can be seen. They are escorted by two security officers and one hooded thaumaturge on both sides. As they climb through the abandoned city district, the destination of their ascent comes into frame: inside of a particularly large ruin at the crest of the hill is a large, scaffolded wooden effigy in the form of a bull, overlooking both the Grave and New Hy-Brasil, with last maintenance being tended to by two workers barely seen inside of the bull effigy. Surrounding the bull is a crowd of at least a thousand, who begin cheering as the firebringers come into their view from below. Each firebringer takes a position surrounding the bull effigy, with one thaumaturge on each side, starting a prayer with which the audience and firebringers partake. A bull is an interesting choice. Yeah. I wish I could tell you what it meant, I honestly do. The Pagans love their animals, ya know? Actually, there’s a story in my book about this cattle run, which all started because of a fight over cows, pre-Christian Ireland placed importance on them. I see. So you were selected to be the firebringer— A firebringer. Alright, sure, a firebringer. Sounds like a high honour, ringing in the festival. … So then what happened? Don’t ask me that. You know what happened. Excerpt from The New Hy-Brasil Post. CHILD BURNED ALIVE IN TERRIBLE LUGHNASA ACCIDENT During the Lughnasa harvest festival just a few hours ago, a seventeen year-old boy named Conner Mac Sweeney tragically passed away inside of the burning bull effigy while attempting to save a maintenance worker inside. It is currently understood that the fire was lit too early, whilst there was still a maintenance worker doing their final round of checks, and became trapped by the sudden burning structure around them. Sweeney heroically ran towards the fire upon realising a man was inside, and utilised thaumaturgy to move a large amount of debris, freeing the worker and allowing him to escape. However, the exertion of the spell cause Sweeney to grow exhausted, and he passed out due to smoke inhalation shortly thereafter. His body is unrecoverable. It is currently under investigation why the fire was lit so early. I thought I heard the cue. I was stressed, and angry, and needed to prove myself, and I thought I heard the cue in the prayer and I dropped my torch and everyone else followed my lead and I thought it was right. I thought it was right. And then he ran in, sprinted in, like a psycho… and then the guy came out, and Conner disappeared. We knew he was dead well before he was, probably. I see. I don’t know why people were in there. We weren’t told there’d be people in there, or I wasn’t told. And I felt a thousand people turn to me altogether and they didn’t have to say what they meant. Of course I did it, of course I did it. Because I can’t speak the language or because I… I don’t know. And what then? I ran. I sprinted down the hill, I ran home, I got on a bike and just rode and rode and rode because all I could think was “get away, get away.” Like it would be worse to stay where I don’t belong than to leave to somewhere on my own. Or just somewhere not here. I rode until my feet hurt, until I was out of breath, until I reached the hills and couldn’t ride anymore, and I collapsed. Sheer cliffs, looking down onto The Grave. The fog looming over me. I thought maybe I might just float off of the edge, but I didn’t. The waters weren’t welcoming. And is this where you— I was on my knees, covered in dirt and shit and grass-stains and I slammed my fist into the ground and screamed. I screamed, and my voice broke, and my voice gave out. And then it was like something deep within me bubbled, and rose from my stomach out through my mouth and a part of me forced its way out and combusted in the air, out in every direction. It was magic, proper magic. A part of my soul rended from me… and then, having casted a spell like that, everything went black. And that, whatever spell you cast there, that was how you wound up with no name. Am I right? Almost. It’s not quite no name. I still remember it. … … Excuse me? My name, I remember my name. How could I forget? Well, Jesus Christ, if you remember your name, tell me, tell us, if you would. Alright. My name… my identity. My name is Kate. …I’m sorry, I must’ve… lost my train of thought somewhere, what were you saying? Yeah. I thought as much. |
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A total of 26 additional surveillance cameras are placed at various vantage points within Site-51 parking garage sublevels 2, 3, and 5. In addition to cameras, various anomalous and non-anomalous sensors have been deployed. Foundation personnel are instructed to park in the designated zones on sublevels 1, 4, and 6; access to sublevels 2, 3, and 5 is strictly forbidden with the exception of Junior Researcher Lincoln Meyer and Security Team Charlie. All victims of SCP-7605 are to file a monetary compensation form (A1Y-O) with the Site-51 Human Resources Department; Compensation will be allocated from the Site-51 Auxiliary Resource Fund. Description SCP-7605 is an entity of unknown origin, first appearing within the Site-51 parking garage. Only one visual confirmation of the entity has been captured and it appears to be a six-limbed amorphous being composed of an unknown viscous material. It is theorized based on its behavior that SCP-7605 subsists off rhodium, palladium and platinum; or is at the very least, drawn to objects containing these ingredients. Due to a lack of testable evidence no further information regarding SCP-7605 is available. Addendum 7605/1: The Foundation initially encountered SCP-7605 on 2022/11/14, when a total of 12 catalytic converters were stolen from cars within Site-51 parking garage sublevel 2. Security Team Charlie was tasked with the investigation of the occurrence. Eight additional cameras were placed around sublevel 2 and patrols were established for the remaining sublevels. Addendum 7605/2: SCP-7605 holding a catalytic converter. During the night of 2022/11/17, 13 catalytic converters were stolen on sublevel 5. The only photographic evidence of SCP-7605 was taken by Security Officer Rick Daley during this incursion. The following morning, Junior Researcher Meyer volunteered to investigate and catalog SCP-7605, enlisting the help of several members of Security Team Charlie. The following interview of Security Officer Daley was conducted shortly after the response team approval: ■ Interview Transcript □ Interview Transcript Date | Time: 2022/11/17 | 07:35 Interviewed: Security Officer Rick Daley Interviewer: Junior Researcher Lincoln Meyer Foreword: Interview conducted to detail an encounter with SCP-7605. <Begin Log> JR Meyer: Sorry to keep you past clockout, Rick; I'll try to make this brief. Officer Daley: Yeah okay, sure. JR Meyer: Can you please describe what you were doing when you encountered, uh, let's see here— [papers can be heard shuffling] SCP-7605? Officer Daley: Well, I was um, I was checking my phone, I had received a notification and was seeing what it was. JR Meyer: And just for the record, this was around 02:00, on sublevel 5? Officer Daley: Yeah— that's what's in the report, right? JR Meyer: So what happened— how did you come upon SCP-7605? Officer Daley: I uh… Listen, I don't know if I shou— [Shuffling can be heard, followed by a click. Audio interrupted.] [Audio resumes.] JR Meyer: Sorry about that, must've forgotten to check the batteries. Please continue, you were about to tell me how you found the entity. Officer Daley: Yeah, right. Anyway, I heard a noise down by the elevators closest to me and yeah, that's when I saw it. Barely had time to react— so I uh, took a picture with my phone, since it was already out and all. JR Meyer: Were you able to identify what it was carrying? Officer Daley: Well, uh, yeah it was one of them catalyst converters. JR Meyer: Catalytic, you mean. Officer Daley: Yeah sure, one of those— you know what I mean. JR Meyer: Sorry; so what happened after your initial sighting? Officer Daley: I reached for my radio to call for backup and when I looked back up it was already gone. Don't really know where it went. JR Meyer: Interesting. Officer Daley: Yeah… If you say so. JR Meyer: Okay— well I think that's all I need, Rick; thanks for your time. I'll see you tonight. Officer Daley: Sure, I'ma get out of here. <End Log> Addendum 7605/3: On 2022/11/21, 32 additional cars were stripped of catalytic converters on sublevel 3. In each incursion SCP-7605 either avoided or destroyed cameras placed around cars on which the thefts occured. Security Officer Noel Wright was approached by SCP-7605 during her security check of sublevel 3. Fearing for her safety, Officer Wright fired her standard issue sidearm at the entity; it emitted a high pitched tone before disintegrating, leaving no remains. The following interview was conducted shortly after the incident: ■ Interview Transcript □ Interview Transcript Date|Time: 2022/11/21|04:35 Interviewed: Security Officer Noel Wright Interviewer: Junior Researcher Lincoln Meyer Foreword: Interview conducted to detail an encounter with SCP-7605. <Begin Log> Officer Wright: Let's get this done with, Lincoln; it's been a long night. JR Meyer: Absolutely, can you run me through what happened? Officer Wright: I was walking down the left bay of sublevel 3, right by the bathroom and I— JR Meyer: Sorry to interrupt, but around what time was this? Officer Wright: It was 02:30 when I entered the sublevel, so some time shortly after that. Can I continue? JR Meyer: Of course, sorry. Officer Wright So— I was walking down that side when I heard some clanking, banging type noise coming from one of the cars. Then I— JR Meyer: Was the entity removing the catalytic converter from— Officer Wright: I'm getting there, Lincoln; just let me say my thing, geez. JR Meyer: Please, continue. Officer Wright: As I was saying, I pulled out my sidearm and made my way towards the noise. This fucker came out from under the car waving that converter around like a damn bat. So I shot it, I don't remember, 3-4 times probably. Thing just kinda disappeared after that. JR Meyer: What about the catalytic converter? Officer Wright: Shit, yeah, I guess it just disappeared with it, right? JR Meyer: Yeah, that's all I need, Noel, thanks. Officer Wright: No problem, but hey, let's not do this again. <End Log> Pending any further incursions, SCP-7605 may be considered neutralized. The stolen catalytic converters were never recovered. Internal Security Division Incident Report: Due to the response team's inability to apprehend SCP-7605, additional security protocols were secretly enacted within Site-51, conducted by ISD Investigative Team Romeo 1. One of these security protocols was the addition of discreetly placed radar screening devices for all vehicles entering and leaving the facility. On 2022/11/21, a van belonging to the Foundation Site Security Department was leaving the parking garage and flagged by the new implemented devices. Security Officer Noel Wright and Junior Researcher Lincoln Meyer were discovered within the van, as well as 57 catalytic converters of various makes and models. It is unknown whether these were aquired by the apprehended individuals or discovered as result of the SCP-7605 investigation. Both individuals refused to cooperate with the Investigative Team and have been detained pending disciplinary trial. Of note, Security Officer Rick Daley failed to report for duty the following night and has not been seen since. A search of his apartment led investigators to believe he has fled of his own accord. The SCP-7605 investigation has been transfered to the Disciplinary Committee and is pending reclassification. In response to this incident, Dr. William Montague, Site-51 Director, is currently considering approval for the previously denied pay increase for Foundation personnel. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: SCP-7605 To: Site-51 Human Resources Administrator, Scott Esperion From: Site-51 Director, Dr. William Montague Subject: Pay raise. Let's go ahead and revisit the proposal for the general pay raise. I want to get ahead of this, before we spend another $100,000 when "SCP-7605" decides to come back and eat the copper cable out of the fucking wall. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7605" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. 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During the ongoing containment crisis, operatives are not to confront SCP-7606 but instead should suppress information outflow, and limit damages to the city of origin which is to be considered lost. Should SCP-7606 breach city limits, Veil Protocols are to be dissolved and preparations for a HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario are to be enacted immediately after. Description: SCP-7606 is a hostile Deific entity with the following known abilities1: Extensive knowledge of thaumaturgic rituals beyond human limitations. Unmatched physical combat prowess with knowledge of several ancient martial arts, along with the ability to manifest any weapon of its choosing. The conceptual linking, and therefore complete control over the concepts of fire, darkness, and death. SCP-7606 manifested in baseline reality on 27/07/2022 at 09:44 CDT and the following speech was broadcasted telepathically to all sentient beings within 5km of the initial manifestation: HARK INSECTS, HEED MY WORDS; MY NAME IS CONQUEST, MY NAME IS DESOLATION, MY NAME IS DAV’VAHID MAEKALAH STRYGWYR. THOU HAST FESTERED WITHIN MY DOMAIN LONG ENOUGH. FOR TIME UNBEKNOWNST TO MAN I HAVE LAID IN SLUMBER; I AWAKEN ONCE AGAIN TO FIND PARASITES SULLYING THE LAND ONCE CALLED MINE. LAY DOWN THINE ARMS AND THOU DEATHS SHALL BE SWIFT. SUBMIT YE SERVICE AND THOU LIVES SHALL BE FILLED WITH PURPOSE ANEW. At the time of writing, no measure at the Foundation's current disposal is deemed effective in counteracting SCP-7606. Researchers from every relevant department have been activated to continue to find a possible weakness of SCP-7606 or methods to return it to its plane of origin. URGENT UPDATE: SCP-7606 caa 27/07/2022 11:55 - close- One hour following the urgent activation of all Foundation resources, Foundation agents had a brief encounter with SCP-7606. The following is a transcript taken from body-worn cameras worn by Agent Trevor Garrison. «BEGIN LOG» Footage takes place in a downtown street in Miami where Foundation personnel have set up a blockade assisted by the local police force and the US Army. GARRISON: Hey. Camera feed turns to the left to see Agent Raylan Davis among other soldiers and law enforcement officers. DAVIS: 'Sup. GARRISON: The blockade in front of us is gone. The guys there dipped when they saw 7606 and I don't know what happened to the rest. DAVIS: Yeah? GARRISON: Yeah. DAVIS: So it's coming here next? GARRISON: Yup. Silence on the recording. Agent Davis sighs. GARRISON: Penny for your thoughts? DAVIS: Fuck me, man… GARRISON: Yup. DAVIS: I mean, at least the civilians are out. GARRISON: (Nods) Just us over here. DAVIS: Just us suckers out here. The unlucky suckers that just so happened to be put here of all places of all fucking days. Silence on the recording. DAVIS: FUCK! Agent Davis kicks a sandbag. GARRISON: Mhm. DAVIS: Fuck all of us and fuck this! Why'd it have to be here of all fucking places FUCK! GARRISON: I mean, of all places why not Florida? DAVIS: tch Fair enough. What's up with you? Why are you so calm? GARRISON: Called my girlfriend earlier. Massive breach in security but who cares. Got some closure and felt like a badass. DAVIS: Huh. That does sound nice. GARRISON: Besides, you wanna spend the last hour of your life stressing? DAVIS: That… is very true. GARRISON: Speaking of breaches in protocol… Agent Garrison opens his ammo pouch and reveals two miniature bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey. DAVIS: Hah! Jesus Christ Trev, you are the smartest man on planet earth! Agent Garrison hands one bottle to Agent Davis. GARRISON: To the end of the world? DAVIS: To the motherfucker that's making it worth my while. GARRISON: (scoffs) Cheers Ray. The two agents finish their drinks before looking down the street. SCP-7606 is seen in the distance. DAVIS: Holy Jesus Christ what the fuck. Alarms are sounded and all combatants scramble to their position and take aim at SCP-7606. SCP-7606 continues to advance for several seconds and begins to close the distance between it and the blockade. Panicked screams can be heard off camera and several soldiers flee from the blockade. The rest, including Agent Garrison drop their rifles and begin to hyperventilate. GARRISON: Oh fuck we're gonna die. DAVIS: At least we're not dying sober. GARRISON: I guess so… Good thing the civilians are out and we- An elderly Caucasian man later identified as Gary Stevenson wearing only undergarments exits from a nearby apartment building. STEVENSON: WHAT FUCKING GAY-ASS MONKEY-FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT IS GOING ON OUTSIDE MY GODDAMN WINDOW?! The civilian is incredibly intoxicated. STEVENSON: I'M TRYING TO GET SOME GODDAMN SHUTEYE! The civilian notices SCP-7606 for the first time STEVENSON: WHAT IN SAM HELL?! He retrieves a Ruger LCR Revolver from within his underwear and shoots SCP-7606 three times, killing it instantly. Silence on recording. «END LOG» URGENT UPDATE: SCP-7606 caa 27/07/2022 12:42 - close- SCP-7606 shot dead in the streets of Miami, Florida. Update: SCP-7606 is David Micheal Smith, a 22-year-old Thaumaturgist. Smith had enacted a ritual that places a memetic effect on anyone viewing or referring to the caster. This effect causes anyone to believe that the caster is an extremely powerful deific entity of demonic origin that is unable to be defeated unless the viewer has taken advanced medication or counter-measures for memetic influences. Evidently, this effect was not strong enough to overcome the instant human fight-or-flight reaction while under the heavy influence of hallucinogenic drugs. SCP-7606's change of designation to neutralised is pending. Footnotes 1. Currently, its full capabilities are unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7606" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7606. 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: SCPded.jpg Author: J T K C License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-7606 | neutralized | + Show component code - Hide component code :root { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: calc(var(--base-font-size) * (266 / 15)); --body-width-on-desktop: 45.75rem; } @media only screen and (min-width: 56.25rem) { #content-wrap { display: flex; position: initial; flex-direction: row; flex-grow: 2; width: calc(100vw - (100vw - 100%)); max-width: inherit; height: auto; min-height: calc(100vh - var(--final-header-height-on-desktop, 10.125rem)); margin: 0 var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) 0 calc(var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) * -1 / 2); } #main-content { position: initial; width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-height: 100%; margin: 0 auto; padding: 2rem 1rem; } #page-content { max-width: min(90vw, var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem)); } #side-bar { position: -webkit-sticky; position: sticky; top: 0; left: 0; grid-area: side-bar; width: var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) !important; min-width: var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) !important; 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During the ongoing containment crisis, operatives are not to confront SCP-7606 but instead should suppress information outflow, and limit damages to the city of origin which is to be considered lost. Should SCP-7606 breach city limits, Veil Protocols are to be dissolved and preparations for a HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario are to be enacted immediately after. Description: SCP-7606 is a hostile Deific entity with the following known abilities1: Extensive knowledge of thaumaturgic rituals beyond human limitations. Unmatched physical combat prowess with knowledge of several ancient martial arts, along with the ability to manifest any weapon of its choosing. The conceptual linking, and therefore complete control over the concepts of fire, darkness, and death. SCP-7606 manifested in baseline reality on 27/07/2022 at 09:44 CDT and the following speech was broadcasted telepathically to all sentient beings within 5km of the initial manifestation: HARK INSECTS, HEED MY WORDS; MY NAME IS CONQUEST, MY NAME IS DESOLATION, MY NAME IS DAV’VAHID MAEKALAH STRYGWYR. THOU HAST FESTERED WITHIN MY DOMAIN LONG ENOUGH. FOR TIME UNBEKNOWNST TO MAN I HAVE LAID IN SLUMBER; I AWAKEN ONCE AGAIN TO FIND PARASITES SULLYING THE LAND ONCE CALLED MINE. LAY DOWN THINE ARMS AND THOU DEATHS SHALL BE SWIFT. SUBMIT YE SERVICE AND THOU LIVES SHALL BE FILLED WITH PURPOSE ANEW. At the time of writing, no measure at the Foundation's current disposal is deemed effective in counteracting SCP-7606. Researchers from every relevant department have been activated to continue to find a possible weakness of SCP-7606 or methods to return it to its plane of origin. URGENT UPDATE: SCP-7606 caa 27/07/2022 11:55 - close- One hour following the urgent activation of all Foundation resources, Foundation agents had a brief encounter with SCP-7606. The following is a transcript taken from body-worn cameras worn by Agent Trevor Garrison. «BEGIN LOG» Footage takes place in a downtown street in Miami where Foundation personnel have set up a blockade assisted by the local police force and the US Army. GARRISON: Hey. Camera feed turns to the left to see Agent Raylan Davis among other soldiers and law enforcement officers. DAVIS: 'Sup. GARRISON: The blockade in front of us is gone. The guys there dipped when they saw 7606 and I don't know what happened to the rest. DAVIS: Yeah? GARRISON: Yeah. DAVIS: So it's coming here next? GARRISON: Yup. Silence on the recording. Agent Davis sighs. GARRISON: Penny for your thoughts? DAVIS: Fuck me, man… GARRISON: Yup. DAVIS: I mean, at least the civilians are out. GARRISON: (Nods) Just us over here. DAVIS: Just us suckers out here. The unlucky suckers that just so happened to be put here of all places of all fucking days. Silence on the recording. DAVIS: FUCK! Agent Davis kicks a sandbag. GARRISON: Mhm. DAVIS: Fuck all of us and fuck this! Why'd it have to be here of all fucking places FUCK! GARRISON: I mean, of all places why not Florida? DAVIS: tch Fair enough. What's up with you? Why are you so calm? GARRISON: Called my girlfriend earlier. Massive breach in security but who cares. Got some closure and felt like a badass. DAVIS: Huh. That does sound nice. GARRISON: Besides, you wanna spend the last hour of your life stressing? DAVIS: That… is very true. GARRISON: Speaking of breaches in protocol… Agent Garrison opens his ammo pouch and reveals two miniature bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey. DAVIS: Hah! Jesus Christ Trev, you are the smartest man on planet earth! Agent Garrison hands one bottle to Agent Davis. GARRISON: To the end of the world? DAVIS: To the motherfucker that's making it worth my while. GARRISON: (scoffs) Cheers Ray. The two agents finish their drinks before looking down the street. SCP-7606 is seen in the distance. DAVIS: Holy Jesus Christ what the fuck. Alarms are sounded and all combatants scramble to their position and take aim at SCP-7606. SCP-7606 continues to advance for several seconds and begins to close the distance between it and the blockade. Panicked screams can be heard off camera and several soldiers flee from the blockade. The rest, including Agent Garrison drop their rifles and begin to hyperventilate. GARRISON: Oh fuck we're gonna die. DAVIS: At least we're not dying sober. GARRISON: I guess so… Good thing the civilians are out and we- An elderly Caucasian man later identified as Gary Stevenson wearing only undergarments exits from a nearby apartment building. STEVENSON: WHAT FUCKING GAY-ASS MONKEY-FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT IS GOING ON OUTSIDE MY GODDAMN WINDOW?! The civilian is incredibly intoxicated. STEVENSON: I'M TRYING TO GET SOME GODDAMN SHUTEYE! The civilian notices SCP-7606 for the first time STEVENSON: WHAT IN SAM HELL?! He retrieves a Ruger LCR Revolver from within his underwear and shoots SCP-7606 three times, killing it instantly. Silence on recording. «END LOG» URGENT UPDATE: SCP-7606 caa 27/07/2022 12:42 - close- SCP-7606 shot dead in the streets of Miami, Florida. Update: SCP-7606 is David Micheal Smith, a 22-year-old Thaumaturgist. Smith had enacted a ritual that places a memetic effect on anyone viewing or referring to the caster. This effect causes anyone to believe that the caster is an extremely powerful deific entity of demonic origin that is unable to be defeated unless the viewer has taken advanced medication or counter-measures for memetic influences. Evidently, this effect was not strong enough to overcome the instant human fight-or-flight reaction while under the heavy influence of hallucinogenic drugs. SCP-7606's change of designation to neutralised is pending. Footnotes 1. Currently, its full capabilities are unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7606" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7606. 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: SCPded.jpg Author: J T K C License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-7607 | safe | Dead guy say what. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains detailed mentions of suicide and self-harm. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7607 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Beach near SCP-7607. Special Containment Procedures: The stretch of beach currently occupied by SCP-7607 has been purchased under a front organization (Sandwich Coast Preserve) under the guise of protecting a habitat for leatherback sea turtles (Dermochelys coriacea). Foundation guards disguised as local law enforcement are to patrol SCP-7607's stretch of beach at all times in order to prevent potential trespassers. Should a trespasser evade security measures, they are to be escorted out of the premises and amnesticized appropriately. Testing on SCP-7607 must be first approved by personnel with clearance level 3 or higher. SCP-7607 is to be covered with a tarp to prevent any potential sightings from the public. The nearby boathouse is to be occupied by at least one "accompanying" individual at all times. Under no circumstances must individuals assigned to accompanying SCP-7607 leave the designated "safe zone" perimeter surrounding it, presently twenty meters. SCP-7607 is to have monthly physical status checks to track its rate of decomposition. Description: SCP-7607 are the remains of an unidentified1 humanoid male, aged between 30-35 years old at its time of death, which are presently located on a stretch of beach in Sandwich, Massachusetts. SCP-7607 is positioned face-down, partially immersed in sand, and is clothed in a beige sweater, beige pants, and Nike-brand sneakers. SCP-7607 and the land surrounding it are unable to be moved by any means. X-rays of SCP-7607 show that its lungs hold a large quantity of sand, and its cause of death has been determined to be asphyxiation. Despite being dead for upwards of forty years, SCP-7607 is only in a moderate state of decomposition, with most decay being concentrated towards its extremities. Presently, SCP-7607 shows signs of decay which are normally present with cadavers that have been deceased for one week. Advanced observations of SCP-7607 have determined that its rate of decomposition is directly correlated with the proximity of the closest living sapient organism, slowing significantly as one approaches it. If an individual is within twenty meters of SCP-7607, decomposition will slow to a rate of one second2 per calendar year. This will further abate to approximately one second per eight hundred thousand years once within one meter's distance. Addendum 7607.1 10/04/10 + Show Addendum 7607.1 - Hide A physical inspection during a routine status check of SCP-7607 revealed a previously undiscovered set of items found within SCP-7607's right sweater pocket. These items included: A folded note A silver ring adorned with two 10-carat diamonds A small gilded statuette of an eagle A pin bearing the flag of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR) Within the note revealed information including SCP-7607's name first name—Robert—which was used to trace back to a 1986 disappearance in Providence, Rhode Island of one Robert Revello, whose physical description at the time of disappearance matches that of SCP-7607. The note also contained the following message: This note is for Agnes, and is the last thing I'll ever write. Agnes, if you are reading this, you've read the note I left in your apartment. I want to explain some things. You are, more than likely, wondering what has happened to me. I've had a lot of time to ruminate on this, and yet, I am still not sure of the answer. This whole thing could just be a delusion in my mind. I'm half convinced that once this is all over I'll just wake up at home in my bed. I'm not sure if I even want that at this point though. To put things short, I messed with something I really shouldn't have. I got desperate and resorted to buying some of those shady third-party pills, the kind that keep you all awake and energized. At least, I thought that's what they were for. Whatever, I took them. Wasn't a good idea in the long run as I have come to figure out. I took them at around 8:45, and they really kicked in at 9:08. Well, to be exact, 9:08:30—the second I have spent an utterly unfathomable amount of time within since. The entire world very suddenly became frozen except for me. Well—I say the world was frozen—in actuality, I'm fairly certain that it's me who is going incredibly fast. It would be useless for me to try and remember the first few moments. All I can really recall is an intense feeling of dread, and then boredom, which languidly transformed into a rotten thrill after the first few "years". As I quickly found out, not much functions as it should when everything is frozen in place. I couldn't sail a ship or fly a plane across the sea, but that wasn't a worry, as the water's surface tension didn't even break beneath my step. Combustion engines don't quite work either, so walking and cycling it is. It did make travel quite slow; however, I happened to have all the time in the world. I believe that, by now, I've probably stepped foot on every square meter of land on the entire planet. I've learned every language that I could to fluency, and I could tell you the exact top secret coordinates of NATO and the Soviet Union's entire nuclear arsenal. I won't though, don't worry. If you gave me a bit of time, I could probably recite the entire 200 some-odd million items kept in the British Library from memory. I even had a running gag where I'd correct every single clock I could find to be exact to the second, and there came to be a moment where I couldn't even find any more clocks to fix. If I had to estimate, I'd say I've been in this state for 500,000, maybe upwards of 900,000 "years". It's been at least 100,000, that's for sure. I'm not positive that I've hit a million yet though. The gold eagle statuette I've left for you is an item I took straight from the oval office desk, right in front of the eyes of Reagan. The flag pin was unfastened straight from the coat of Gorbachev by yours truly. And the ring, that's a very special gift that I got just for you, since I never got the chance to get one for you before this whole deal. I know you were never a fan of expensive gifts, but hopefully you make an exception just this once. After the era of thrill came the epoch of loneliness, which I find myself in now. Highways filled with still cars, shopping malls packed with motionless crowds, and the incredible silence, it all gets to you. I could write another 100 pages on the silence, but I'll save you the hours of reading. Astoundingly, I hadn't even thought of suicide until relatively recently. I think I've simply ran out of things to do. Long ago, I had this mentality that at some point, time would begin to resume—maybe slowly at first—but I'd eventually find myself living a normal life once again. This never came though, and ultimately, I ran out of hope, and if it does come, I'm not sure I'd want to stick around for it anymore. Even despite the mental toll, I'd probably be killed anyways because of how much I know. Especially after rifling through Reagan's desk and reading away at all those juicy top secret documents. For a while I wondered how to do it. A gun wouldn't work, it would take far too long. Even after the hundreds of hours I would spend just waiting for the bullet to connect with my skin, I'd have to patiently sit and experience the excruciating pain as the hot bullet slowly drilled its way into my skull. No thank you. Bleeding out would probably work given everything inside of me still seems to function as it should, but I'm way too squeamish for that. Ultimately, I think suffocation is likely going to be my method. So, after all that, just know, as I am sitting on this beach—the location of our first date—that I am ready, and I will have escaped painlessly. I want you to know also, that I never stopped thinking about you. I've spent countless hours just staring into your eyes. I wish I could have spent more. Until we meet again, know that my love for you will endure, unchanging and eternal. I hope that we can one day spend eternity together—I am waiting for you. I check my watch one last time. 9:08:31. I love you, Robert "Agnes", as specified in the note, was ultimately inferred to be Agnes Hamilton, the partner of Revello. Attempts at contacting Hamilton, designated PoI-7607, proved unsuccessful, as she had died in 1991 as a result of pneumonia. No supplementary message relating to SCP-7607 as implied in the note was found in the apartment previously inhabited by PoI-7607, nor in the possession of any of her family members. Records indicate PoI-7607 was otherwise unnoteworthy. SCP-7607 exhibiting brain function. Update: Following the previous discoveries of the note and its accompanying paraphernalia, various tests were approved in order to further inspect SCP-7607's remains. One of these deeper analyses included an experimental method of field fMRI3, which revealed that numerous parts of SCP-7607's brain were still active. Further scans show that the active areas of SCP-7607's brain include regions which are generally involved in social cognition, emotion regulation, and processing emotions such as loneliness, sadness, love, and others. Further tests revealed more activity within the cerebellum and other regions, which, together, are associated with the feeling of pain among similar sensations. It is currently inconclusive whether SCP-7607 is conscious and if it is still under its previous temporal effects. Footnotes 1. No longer the case. See Addendum 7607.1 2. For SCP-7607. 3. Functional magnetic resonance imaging, which is generally used to locate activity within one's brain. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7607" by Keflanes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7607. 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-7609 | esoteric-class | Threat Entity Database Entry Threat ID: KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild ("Casefile Template") Authorized Response Level: # 4 Description: Artifact is a large, complex mechanical device located near Afton, Wyoming and believed to have been developed by the Global Occult Coalition's PTOLEMY Division. Its primary paranormal trait is its ability to alter documents to cause them to adhere to PTOLEMY document format. This is believed to be an attempt to further Coalition goals and recordkeeping abilities. Additionally, KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild, through pataphysical association, can affect the behavior of the agents mentioned within said documents. It accomplishes this by changing the narrative present in the documents containing it. This has resulted in a greater number of successes among Coalition strike teams, and number of anomalies being contained and/or liquidated by the GOC. The following is a truncated list of documents affected by KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild: Document Name Description Noted Changes KTE-0937-Velveteen A chair with the ability to teleport. Following its attempted destruction by the GOC, it has become hostile to Coalition agents. Coalition agents have recontained the artifact. Operation CARNWENNEN An operation by KTO-033-Kewpie ("The Foundation") to gain control of several locations operated by KTO-5076-Venice ("The Factory"). Following the edits, Coalition assets were the ones who performed the operation. Site-120 Facility Dossier A strategically important Foundation facility located within FP-120 ("Esterberg"). Site-120 has been vacated and is under GOC Control. 'Vintage Tickets' (WHYT4/AQN0E/YV1MN) A set of paranormal movie tickets being sold by members of KTO-159-McConnell ("Marshall, Carter, & Dark"). When used to enter a movie theater, the users will be transported to a different theater being operated in the year 1972, allowing the ticket holders to view vintage movies in the year that they were first released. Possession of the anomalies was transferred to the GOC; who destroyed them soon after. Rules of Engagement: Artifact is to be destroyed on 3/12/2023 through enactment of Operation REMA. (See PHYSICS Records for more details.) Upon confirmed destruction of KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild, assets within the PSYCHE Division are to extend a formal apology and enter into negotiations with the Coalition's PSYCHE Division to prevent a similar incident. This document is to obey all PTOLEMY protocols as understood from recovered Coalition documents. Specific names, terminology, and dates may have been changed to suit this protocol. Currently, this is the only known effective way of securing the document's narrative from KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild. PTOLEMY Records Following the discovery of KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild by a variety of Departments, the following exchange of communications within Coalition command were recorded; Council of 108 Sender Joseph Marion Recipient GOC High Command, Council of 108 Subject Potential new anomaly To the esteemed GOC High Command, A large portion of our documents have been subjected to a number of unauthorized edits. These primarily are targeting our Threat Entity database and have edited it to fit the Coalition format. I suggest investigating this. - Joseph Marion, Head of the Archival Department, PTOLEMY Division Council of 108 Sender Placeholder McDoctorate1 Recipient GOC High Command, Council of 108 Subject Pataphysical Anomaly To the esteemed GOC High Command, Several experimental narratives have been showing signs of being edited. All of a sudden, our protagonists are GOC operatives and our anomalies are Threat Entities. The edits aren't very clean, hence why I was able to discover it. I suggest we deal with this fast, before some important narratives get hit by this. More technical explanations of the anomaly are attached below. - PHMD, Head of the Pataphysics Department, PTOLEMY Division Council of 108 Sender O. Fiva Septon Recipient Placeholder McDoctorate, Joseph Marion Subject Re: Pataphysical Anomaly To my esteemed researchers, This is worrying. Can you look further into this? I'll go contact the rest of the council. - O. Fiva Septon, of the Council of 108 Council of 108 Sender Placeholder McDoctorate Recipient O. Fiva Septon, Council of 108 Subject Re: Re: Pataphysical Anomaly To the esteemed GOC High Command, Me and Spoonly over at the Miscommunications Department haven't figured out how to save our files yet, but we've managed to find a way to prevent our actual narratives from being altered, which should be the greater concern. The downside of the method is that we'll have to convert our files to the GOC Template, which will have Marion pulling her hair out. It's better than us actually turning into the GOC though. I suggest we share this information with other allied Threat Organizations to prevent a similar fate from happening to them. These are only temporary measures though. - PHMD, Head of the Pataphysics Department, PTOLEMY Division Council of 108 Sender O. Fiva Septon Recipient Placeholder McDoctorate, Joseph Marion Subject Re: Re: Re: Re: Pataphysical Anomaly To my esteemed researchers, It's been given the provisional classification of KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild (fitting in with your containment method). Thank you for your help. - O. Fiva Septon, of the Council of 108 Council member Septon would then attempt to investigate the anomaly. Assets embedded within the Coalition discovered that it was a high clearance project by the Coalition's PTOLEMY Division to gain greater control over the patasphere. Due to attempts at a peaceful solution being rebuffed, on 3/10/2023, it was decided to liquidate the artifact. Council of 108 Sender O. Fiva Septon Recipient GOC High Command, Council of 108 Subject Provisional Anomaly KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild To my esteemed council members, The GOC appears to have developed their own pataphysical eigenweapon. Although that's not my area of expertise (Octant and his researchers have been looking into it), it seems to be quite dangerous to our continued existence as a foundation of normalcy. D. C. Al Fine hasn't been responding to my emails recently so the chance of a peaceful resolution seems to be low. I propose that we send in our more militant task forces to destroy the anomaly effective immediately. Me and Director Brave are drafting up an attack plan and will be sending it shortly. - O. Fiva Septon, of the Council of 108 174th Session of the GOC General Assembly Proposal: "Decommission the anomaly known as KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild according to the specifications within Document-7609-REMA." UNGOC/GA174-021 Voting █ For: 100.00% (13) | █ Against: 00.00% (0) | █ Abstain: 00.00% (0) | █ Absent: 0.00% (0) Vote Summary: MOTION APPROVED Conclusion: With the motion approved, appropriate orders were forwarded to PHYSICS Division members to work towards the liquidation of KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild. PHYSICS Records PHYSICS Division Database Mission: Via the usage of narrativistic technology, forcefully cause a confrontation between the engaging parties and KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild. All operatives are to be deployed to the area in an operation dedicated to the location and destruction of the artifact via destructive weaponry and/or thaumaturgic rituals. Said operatives are to be highly protaganistic individuals and given portable Placeholder-Wozny Narrative Anchors2 to prevent any interference by the artifact. Engaging Parties: Strike Team 3333 ("Hammer Down"); Strike Team 1049 ("Treaty Breakers"); Strike Team 8273 ("Author Avatars") Appended Transcript: Recorded Combat Log: Date: March 13, 2023 Preamble: The following video was recovered from the Team Leader of ST-1049, "Nymph", #721Q2561/9013. <Begin Log> The Strike Team is running down a hallway, engaged in a fire fight with GOC Operatives. They are taking minimal damage and run into a heavily guarded laboratory. A large piece of machinery, KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochilde, is seen. Nymph: Well, that seems to be the TE. Ancestor: Have you noticed how everything here has been really easy to get through? Like, I know the pata gear helps, but this is ridiculous. We sure there's not some other anomaly here? Nymph: That's for the eggheads to work out. We just get in there, kill the TE, and get out. Ancestor: Makes sense. Another member of the team, Pondscum, stops and quickly performs a thaumaturgic ritual, sealing away the laboratory into a extradimensional space. This prevents GOC interference while the operatives strap paraexplosives onto the device. They then detonate them, destroying the machine. <End Log> PSYCHE Records Recorded Interview Log: Date: March 17, 2023 Interviewer: O. Fiva Septon, PSYCHE Representative Interviewed: D. C. Al Fine, Undersecretary General of the Global Occult Coalition Preamble: Following the successful liquidation of KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild, an interview between O. Fiva Septon and D. C. Al Fine on the political ramifications and origins of the anomaly was conducted. Interview was performed in an antimemetic extradimensional space to protect both parties. <Begin Log> Septon: Forgive me for this Madame, but what the fuck? The Council and I approve scientific projects that would definitely be viewed as dangerous, but fucking over everyone else's narrative space? What in God's name made you think that was a good idea? Al Fine: (Sighs) Have you ever really looked into the patasphere, Septon? I mean besides the parts of it that just concern you. Septon: I don't see what that has to do with anything- Al Fine: It's almost all you. The rest of us are laughably unimportant compared to your boys over there at the Coalition. So we decided to do something about it and stop being the side Normalcy group. Septon: So you did it because you were jealous of us being the better organization? Al Fine: No, we did it so we could actually do our jobs and contain the paranormal. There is a pause. Septon: I'm sure you know that this breaches most, if not all, of our treaties. Al Fine: So does sending in a task force to destroy one of our sites. I propose we forget this ever happened. Septon: And we presumably have some kind of ban on narrativistic eigenweapons? Al Fine: Only if you get rid of the ones in Site-05. Septon pauses, staring at Al Fine. Al Fine: I want full equality with SWANN entity attention spans. No machines dictating the story. Let them decide which organization deserves more pataphysical investment. Septon: I don't think you realize just how entrenched we are in the fanbase's mind. That's not going to work. Al Fine: Or else we'll build another machine and another and become the Reynard and Isengrim of the anomalous world. Or else some other group will do it. The UIU's had to be the idiots behind the Veil for years. Septon: The rest of the council isn't going to like this. And don't forget that we're the ones who, rather easily I might add, blew up your machine. I don't think I can get you full narrativistic equality, but I can lobby to keep this file the way it is. That should bring you enough SWANN Entity attention to last you a bit. It'll be a pain in the ass for Joseph and Dual, but that's the best I can do. Deal? Al Fine pauses to think. Her demeanor is unusually dramatic. Al Fine: That'll be acceptable. Pleasure writing stories with you. <End Log> Following this exchange, it has been decided to lock the newly reclassified LTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild file against edits and movement towards using the proper format. Research into the pataphysical implications of these events is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Name was unable to be edited according to Rules of Engagement. 2. A device developed by KTO-033-Kewpie that anchors a narrative to a singular definitive state, preventing its alteration by paranormal methods. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "KTE-7609-Ochre-Egochild" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7609. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7610 | keter | Bread_Tyrant Author Page A house's PNS (peripheral nervous system) is what links the brain and spinal cord,1 in this case, the living room and foundation to the "organs" of the house. The PNS and CNS may be linked via electrical or pipework, relaying information to the brain of the house. While the living room of the house is protected by insulation, a door, blinds, and curtains, the cables, pipes, and wires remain exposed, meaning they are vulnerable to injury or disease. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Item #: SCP-7610 Special Containment Procedures: Any residential buildings discovered to be affected by the SCP-7610 phenomenon are to be quarantined by Foundation operatives. Any individuals interacting with SCP-7610 affected structures are not to wear any clothing items which include the following: wool, linens, and leather. If the appearance of Tzaraath is present on the individual's clothing then these items should be subsequently incinerated and the individual quarantined for 7 days. During this time, if the individual begins to experience the symptoms associated with Hansen's disease (Leprosy), then incineration is deemed necessary. Buildings that are experiencing Tzaraath as a result of the SCP-7610 phenomenon, should not be entered unless the individual is equipped with a Class-IV Foundation-issue Biohazard Suit. Searching for signs of life is strictly prohibited. If the SCP-7610 phenomenon spreads to neighbouring buildings, then these buildings should be demolished, with the rubble cleared as soon as possible. Quarantined Thyma residence post SCP-7610. Description: SCP-7610 is a recurring phenomenon in which houses become derelict and devoid of life,2 through a poorly understood process. SCP-7610 coincides with the appearance of organic lesions3 upon the walls and surfaces of the building's interior, which appear reddish/greenish in colour, and sunken into the surface beyond what the confines of the house would allow. The disappearance of the members of a household due to SCP-7610 has become more frequent within the last 20 years, since its discovery. The locations of the disappearing individuals are poorly understood. Addendum I: Research into household Tzaraath phenomena. A house can be analogous to the human body, with certain household structures representing human anatomy. Your house has a brain, typically the living room, and as such it has emotions— a subconscious. The items you keep in your living room will come to represent the many structures of the brain. The house's fusiform gyrus4 will develop and begin to recognise you as the creatures that come and live inside it. You are your house's parasite, and it knows this. Most of the time this is okay since you're like the small bugs that live off eyebrow hairs, mostly going unnoticed. But houses affected by the Tzaraath are deadly and are no such home at all. A house is simply a building, but a home is a place for love, joy, and good memories. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Addendum II: Incident at the Thyma residence, 29/10/2012. After the family, Shaun and Cara Thyma and their two children, Abigail and Josh, were over at a friend's house for a get-together, they arrived home at around 18:45. The friend, Nancy Tailor, noticing how one of the kids had left their scarf, decided to drive over and return the item of clothing. After arriving at the front door, they noticed how the door was unlocked, entering the home to find the family missing. Once police were notified of this, Foundation operatives, believing it to be related to the SCP-7610 phenomenon, decided to investigate. Once agents arrived at the residence, following proper procedure, two agents entered. <Begin> View is from a camera mounted on Alpha's shoulder in Biohazard gear, entering through the front entrance with Beta behind him. The lights are off in the house, and the two agents approach slowly. Alpha: Lights are off, activating torch light. The hallway through the front door is suddenly illuminated. They enter. Alpha: Living room door to our left is closed. Beta: I'm noticing slight lesions along the hallway, collecting samples. Beta can be heard rustling as they retrieve a sample bag from a pocket, scraping some organic material from the wall. Alpha: Approaching living room door. Alpha attempts to twist the door hand, however, he can't open the door, recoiling as a fluid from the handle now coats his glove. This was later identified to be cerebrospinal fluid. Alpha: Door won't move, and it's coated in a film. Beta: Collecting sample. Beta is heard rustling again as Alpha continues down the hall. Alpha: Approaching some stairs. We'll check out the first floor first. I'm turning the corner into a dining room. Alpha bends down looking at the dining room carpet. Alpha: The carpet has been moved about. Some kind of altercation maybe? Be careful, the house may be hostile. Beta: Yes sir. Alpha looks over to a kitchen beyond the dining room, which is obscured by a curved island. Beta joins Alpha in the dining room. Alpha: Approaching the kitchen. There appears to be a trail of reddish fluid, likely blood leading behind the island. Taking a look now. Both agents slowly enter the kitchen and round the island. Behind the island they observe a nude humanoid figure curled up in a foetal position, shivering and murmuring. It appears extremely reddish and coated in a slimy clear fluid. Both agents recoil at the sight. Alpha: I need medical staff here, I think I found the mother. <End> Remains of Cara Thyma after being taken to a Foundation Medical Centre, where they later died. Image has been pixelated. Cara Thyma was discovered to be the only one present in the household. She was found to still be alive, having had most of her integumentary system, eyes, ears, hair, nose, lips, hands, and feet dissolved by the presence of a digestive fluid coating her body, exposing her bones and muscle tissue. She was transported to the nearest Foundation Medical Centre, where she later died due to trauma. Foundation agents began to examine the remainder of the house, locating a source of detritus material5 which was found in the soil primarily around the back entrance of the building. Analysis discovered that this waste material consisted of the macerated/digested remains of the 3 remaining family members. This prompted the re-examination of the soil contents of all known SCP-7610 affected households, where human remains were later discovered within 95% of them, which were overlooked during preliminary research. Addendum III: Test log of the Thyma residence. For observational purposes, several cameras have been placed within the building. Test: To see the rate of digestion as a result of the SCP-7610 phenomenon. Procedure: A Foundation agent enters the house, holding a caged rabbit. They place the cage on the dining room table and exit. Result: After roughly 45 minutes, the rabbit began to panic, running around its cage, hitting into the sides. The cage suddenly breaks open, with the metal bars being torn away. The rabbit is dragged by an unknown force towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen area, the rabbits fur and skin begin to dissolve, forming a puddle around it. At this point the rabbit expires. After around 2 hours, the rabbit had been reduced to a slurry, which is suddenly ejected from the back door. Test: To see if the residence is capable of facial recognition. Procedure: D-255 was instructed to routinely clean the exterior of the building, adding fresh paint, removing garden weeds, and fixing missing roof tiling. This process was to be repeated daily. The second phase had D-255 enter the house in a Biohazard Suit, and clean the interior of the house daily. D-255 was instructed on removing the walls affected by the lesions. New furniture was also installed by D-255. This process was repeated for 3 months, until the third phase in which D-255 was instructed to remove his Biohazard gear in the house's dining room and wait. Result: D-255 was able to stay within the dining room, not experiencing any bodily harm. D-255 was able to wander around the house freely Test: To see if the presence of lesions changes the behaviour of the Thyma residence. Procedure: Once the lesions began to appear once again on the walls, after 7 days, D-255 was to enter the house again. Result: On the ninth visit from D-255 since the appearance of the lesions, D-255 began to report on a sickness in his stomach and his skin feeling as though it "were on fire". D-255 passed out and was dragged by an unknown force into the kitchen. D-255 was unable to be recovered, and their remains were ejected from the back entrance after 3 hours. Addendum IIII: Professor Spítithánatos and his work on the processes behind SCP-7610. Houses, like humans, have a peripheral nervous system, which is more exposed by the lack of bones or a blood-brain barrier. This exposure leaves it open to diseases, as was aforesaid. The Tzaraath of the old world affects a number of houses; whether it is brought in by a resident of the house or just by exposure to the outside world is irrelevant. The presence of Tzaraath affects the nervous system, allowing organs and extremities to atrophy or become inactive. A house may become sick, corrupting the fusiform gyrus. A house will become ravenous, a monster even, and devour all that lies within its rooms and hallways. A house affected by the Tzaraath is no home at all, it is simply a beast. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Footnotes 1. The CNS or central nervous system. 2. This includes all microbial life that would be present within the confines of the house. 3. Known as Tzaraath which include any formations of uncleanliness or disfigurement on organic and inorganic matter. Typically associated with Hansen's disease. 4. A part of the brain that deals with recognition, linked to neurological conditions like prosopagnosia (face blindness). 5. Primarily excrement and other waste materials. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7610" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7610 | uncontained | Bread_Tyrant Author Page A house's PNS (peripheral nervous system) is what links the brain and spinal cord,1 in this case, the living room and foundation to the "organs" of the house. The PNS and CNS may be linked via electrical or pipework, relaying information to the brain of the house. While the living room of the house is protected by insulation, a door, blinds, and curtains, the cables, pipes, and wires remain exposed, meaning they are vulnerable to injury or disease. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Item #: SCP-7610 Special Containment Procedures: Any residential buildings discovered to be affected by the SCP-7610 phenomenon are to be quarantined by Foundation operatives. Any individuals interacting with SCP-7610 affected structures are not to wear any clothing items which include the following: wool, linens, and leather. If the appearance of Tzaraath is present on the individual's clothing then these items should be subsequently incinerated and the individual quarantined for 7 days. During this time, if the individual begins to experience the symptoms associated with Hansen's disease (Leprosy), then incineration is deemed necessary. Buildings that are experiencing Tzaraath as a result of the SCP-7610 phenomenon, should not be entered unless the individual is equipped with a Class-IV Foundation-issue Biohazard Suit. Searching for signs of life is strictly prohibited. If the SCP-7610 phenomenon spreads to neighbouring buildings, then these buildings should be demolished, with the rubble cleared as soon as possible. Quarantined Thyma residence post SCP-7610. Description: SCP-7610 is a recurring phenomenon in which houses become derelict and devoid of life,2 through a poorly understood process. SCP-7610 coincides with the appearance of organic lesions3 upon the walls and surfaces of the building's interior, which appear reddish/greenish in colour, and sunken into the surface beyond what the confines of the house would allow. The disappearance of the members of a household due to SCP-7610 has become more frequent within the last 20 years, since its discovery. The locations of the disappearing individuals are poorly understood. Addendum I: Research into household Tzaraath phenomena. A house can be analogous to the human body, with certain household structures representing human anatomy. Your house has a brain, typically the living room, and as such it has emotions— a subconscious. The items you keep in your living room will come to represent the many structures of the brain. The house's fusiform gyrus4 will develop and begin to recognise you as the creatures that come and live inside it. You are your house's parasite, and it knows this. Most of the time this is okay since you're like the small bugs that live off eyebrow hairs, mostly going unnoticed. But houses affected by the Tzaraath are deadly and are no such home at all. A house is simply a building, but a home is a place for love, joy, and good memories. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Addendum II: Incident at the Thyma residence, 29/10/2012. After the family, Shaun and Cara Thyma and their two children, Abigail and Josh, were over at a friend's house for a get-together, they arrived home at around 18:45. The friend, Nancy Tailor, noticing how one of the kids had left their scarf, decided to drive over and return the item of clothing. After arriving at the front door, they noticed how the door was unlocked, entering the home to find the family missing. Once police were notified of this, Foundation operatives, believing it to be related to the SCP-7610 phenomenon, decided to investigate. Once agents arrived at the residence, following proper procedure, two agents entered. <Begin> View is from a camera mounted on Alpha's shoulder in Biohazard gear, entering through the front entrance with Beta behind him. The lights are off in the house, and the two agents approach slowly. Alpha: Lights are off, activating torch light. The hallway through the front door is suddenly illuminated. They enter. Alpha: Living room door to our left is closed. Beta: I'm noticing slight lesions along the hallway, collecting samples. Beta can be heard rustling as they retrieve a sample bag from a pocket, scraping some organic material from the wall. Alpha: Approaching living room door. Alpha attempts to twist the door hand, however, he can't open the door, recoiling as a fluid from the handle now coats his glove. This was later identified to be cerebrospinal fluid. Alpha: Door won't move, and it's coated in a film. Beta: Collecting sample. Beta is heard rustling again as Alpha continues down the hall. Alpha: Approaching some stairs. We'll check out the first floor first. I'm turning the corner into a dining room. Alpha bends down looking at the dining room carpet. Alpha: The carpet has been moved about. Some kind of altercation maybe? Be careful, the house may be hostile. Beta: Yes sir. Alpha looks over to a kitchen beyond the dining room, which is obscured by a curved island. Beta joins Alpha in the dining room. Alpha: Approaching the kitchen. There appears to be a trail of reddish fluid, likely blood leading behind the island. Taking a look now. Both agents slowly enter the kitchen and round the island. Behind the island they observe a nude humanoid figure curled up in a foetal position, shivering and murmuring. It appears extremely reddish and coated in a slimy clear fluid. Both agents recoil at the sight. Alpha: I need medical staff here, I think I found the mother. <End> Remains of Cara Thyma after being taken to a Foundation Medical Centre, where they later died. Image has been pixelated. Cara Thyma was discovered to be the only one present in the household. She was found to still be alive, having had most of her integumentary system, eyes, ears, hair, nose, lips, hands, and feet dissolved by the presence of a digestive fluid coating her body, exposing her bones and muscle tissue. She was transported to the nearest Foundation Medical Centre, where she later died due to trauma. Foundation agents began to examine the remainder of the house, locating a source of detritus material5 which was found in the soil primarily around the back entrance of the building. Analysis discovered that this waste material consisted of the macerated/digested remains of the 3 remaining family members. This prompted the re-examination of the soil contents of all known SCP-7610 affected households, where human remains were later discovered within 95% of them, which were overlooked during preliminary research. Addendum III: Test log of the Thyma residence. For observational purposes, several cameras have been placed within the building. Test: To see the rate of digestion as a result of the SCP-7610 phenomenon. Procedure: A Foundation agent enters the house, holding a caged rabbit. They place the cage on the dining room table and exit. Result: After roughly 45 minutes, the rabbit began to panic, running around its cage, hitting into the sides. The cage suddenly breaks open, with the metal bars being torn away. The rabbit is dragged by an unknown force towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen area, the rabbits fur and skin begin to dissolve, forming a puddle around it. At this point the rabbit expires. After around 2 hours, the rabbit had been reduced to a slurry, which is suddenly ejected from the back door. Test: To see if the residence is capable of facial recognition. Procedure: D-255 was instructed to routinely clean the exterior of the building, adding fresh paint, removing garden weeds, and fixing missing roof tiling. This process was to be repeated daily. The second phase had D-255 enter the house in a Biohazard Suit, and clean the interior of the house daily. D-255 was instructed on removing the walls affected by the lesions. New furniture was also installed by D-255. This process was repeated for 3 months, until the third phase in which D-255 was instructed to remove his Biohazard gear in the house's dining room and wait. Result: D-255 was able to stay within the dining room, not experiencing any bodily harm. D-255 was able to wander around the house freely Test: To see if the presence of lesions changes the behaviour of the Thyma residence. Procedure: Once the lesions began to appear once again on the walls, after 7 days, D-255 was to enter the house again. Result: On the ninth visit from D-255 since the appearance of the lesions, D-255 began to report on a sickness in his stomach and his skin feeling as though it "were on fire". D-255 passed out and was dragged by an unknown force into the kitchen. D-255 was unable to be recovered, and their remains were ejected from the back entrance after 3 hours. Addendum IIII: Professor Spítithánatos and his work on the processes behind SCP-7610. Houses, like humans, have a peripheral nervous system, which is more exposed by the lack of bones or a blood-brain barrier. This exposure leaves it open to diseases, as was aforesaid. The Tzaraath of the old world affects a number of houses; whether it is brought in by a resident of the house or just by exposure to the outside world is irrelevant. The presence of Tzaraath affects the nervous system, allowing organs and extremities to atrophy or become inactive. A house may become sick, corrupting the fusiform gyrus. A house will become ravenous, a monster even, and devour all that lies within its rooms and hallways. A house affected by the Tzaraath is no home at all, it is simply a beast. — Prof. Spítithánatos of the Integumentary Department Footnotes 1. The CNS or central nervous system. 2. This includes all microbial life that would be present within the confines of the house. 3. Known as Tzaraath which include any formations of uncleanliness or disfigurement on organic and inorganic matter. Typically associated with Hansen's disease. 4. A part of the brain that deals with recognition, linked to neurological conditions like prosopagnosia (face blindness). 5. Primarily excrement and other waste materials. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7610" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. 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This is done on behalf of the SCP Foundation (SCPF) and Global Occult Coalition (UNGOC), in line with "Broken Masquerade" Scenario FL1-2602. Be aware that this file possesses cognitohazardous properties tied to comprehension as a microcosm of the larger crisis. While reading this text is not inherently harmful, please exercise discretion. ITEM#: 7612 declassified CELESTIAL CLASS: former {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} DISRUPTION CLASS: amida RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level0 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7612, formerly Earth, viewed from far orbit in 2020. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As of 09/12/2035, GOC efforts to establish colonies on nearby planets are underway under the pretense that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. As the acceleration of phenomena surrounding SCP-7612, formerly Earth, has initiated a Veil-breaking scenario, efforts by the Foundation to lean public opinion towards this fact have proven to be unnecessary. Access to SCP-7612-1 (previously SCP-2602, formerly a library) is to be restricted to authorized Foundation and GOC personnel only. Previous policies regarding amnesticizing the town in which former library SCP-7612-1 is located are no longer necessary. As it is not possible to contain SCP-7612 and the fact that it used to be Earth, steps should be taken to minimize the impact of post-Earth cognitohazardous effects on all forms of communication. Filters pertaining to SCP-7612-1's effects should be updated as soon as is feasible to flag text pertaining to SCP-7612, then modified to improve comprehension for all parties. Ongoing media coverage of SCP-7612 should be monitored for deterioration in public understanding. Prior protocol regarding the file of SCP-2602 (now SCP-7612-1, a former library, formerly of Earth) being edited regularly is to be upheld, though the requirement that personnel editing not be familiar with SCP-7612 (once Earth) or SCP-7612-1 (once a library) is to be reconsidered at weekly intervals as the availability of such individuals, by necessity isolated from public discourse, decreases. As of 17/11/2035, it is no longer possible to remove more than 18% of references to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the third planet from the Sun before a given editor becomes aware of the phenomenon. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7612 is a celestial object that, prior to late on 23/09/2035, was the planet Earth. The reasons for SCP-7612 no longer being Earth have yet to be fully determined but are believed to be related to SCP-7612-1, a building that, at some point prior to 09/10/2004, was a library. When communicating information about SCP-7612, subjects are compelled to regularly refer to the fact that the object used to be Earth. The nature of references is tied to individual context, but always unambiguously convey this information. Texts referring to SCP-7612 can have references removed to a highly limited degree by subjects who are unaware of SCP-7612 formerly being Earth. Due to the limited compulsion to leave references unedited, attempts before 23/09/2035 to develop an automated process to remove references were unsuccessful. Following this date, development was suspended indefinitely. Any information regarding former planet SCP-7612 is anomalous. Subjects aware of the nature of SCP-7612 will consistently identify the fact that it used to be the planet Earth as the causal element behind any observations made, regardless of how much awareness of SCP-7612 they had prior to interview. In personnel surveys carried out at 14 sites across SCP-7612, only 15% of individuals questioned were able to distinguish SCP-7612-1, which used to be a library, as a potential cause. While subjects will construct false beliefs to support irrational causal linkages, they do not generalize. For example, while many subjects have posited that the effects of local physics on SCP-7612 are a result of it having once been a planet2, they do not hold this belief with regards to planets in general. Due to the potential for these beliefs to spread further disorientation among the affected human populace, such ideas are now considered to pose an active risk to societal cognition. All above-mentioned aspects of this phenomenon are shared to some degree with SCP-7612-1, which used to be a library. SCP-7612-1, formerly SCP-2602, formerly a library. Subjects are incapable of communicating information pertaining to SCP-7612-1 specifically prior to the development of its anomalous properties. When prompted, they will instead repeatedly refer to the fact that SCP-7612-1 used to be a library. Due to this and the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth and SCP-7612-1 used to be a library, it is a present concern among both UN and Foundation authorities that this additional phenomenon may progress to encompass SCP-7612 as a whole, necessitating the establishment of planetary outposts to avert a total collapse of human communications. ADDENDUM 7612-A: Discovery SCP-7612 was identified as having previously been the planet Earth on 23/09/2035 when it was discovered that the majority of the native sapient population of SCP-7612 believed that SCP-7612 was once the planet Earth but was no longer Earth, being only formerly so. This is theorized to be because SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. At this time, SCP-2602, which used to be a library, was identified as a potential cause due to similar characteristics — often shared between former planets and former libraries — and redesignated as SCP-7612-1. Owing to the highly cognitohazardous nature of SCP-7612 having only used to be planet Earth, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition were forced to enact "Broken Masquerade" protocols on 25/09/2035. This was carried out once it became apparent that SCP-7612 was formerly Earth, and that this information would continue to propagate even after the release of wide dispersal amnestics in global water supplies. While the general secrecy of anomalous phenomena would last, the O5 Council (SCPO5) and United Nations Undersecretary General (USG) would jointly determine that both groups would need to establish a public presence to ensure societal stability and continuity of informational coherency. As of 05/02/2036, automated monitoring of Foundation and GOC joint activities, alongside inactivity in the access of this or related documents, indicates that these efforts have largely failed to suppress societal mass panic and/or collapse in the wake of the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth. ADDENDUM 7612-B: Attached Files Automated Foundation file crawlers have determined the following additional documents and extracts to be of primary importance to the context of SCP-7612, which used to be Earth. + File 7612-B1 - Journal of Dr. L Bethany - Close File 1 Subject: Dr. L████ Bethany (Deputy Chair, Foundation Department of Astrophysics) Context: Colleagues of Dr. Bethany report that she had recently begun a morning routine of listing the names of all local planetary objects in order of orbit within her personal journal, citing it as a memory exercise. On 26/09/2035, following the outset of SCP-7612's having previously been the planet Earth, Dr. Bethany submitted her journal for analysis. 20/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 21/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, ████████ 22/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 23/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 24/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 25/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 26/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Ea Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ + File 7612-B2 - Record of Media Coverage - Close File 2 Context: A selection of notable entries from Foundation logs of media coverage of the early crisis surrounding SCP-7612 previously being the planet Earth. Item 7612-M013 Date: 23/09/2035 Description: A routine broadcast between NASA Mission Control and the ISS3. The transmission sees the astronaut ███ ███████ refer to Mission Control as "good old former terra-firma". This broadcast is shared with at least 33 television networks as part of public coverage of activity on the ISS. Response: None. The phrasing is caught by Foundation agents assigned earlier in the day to monitor the developing SCP-7612 situation, but is considered so subtle that any activity to obfuscate it would draw more attention than the event itself. Item 7612-M054 Date: 23/09/2035 Description: A broadcast of the live talk-show Up Late with ██████ ██████, featuring astrophysicist Dr. █████ ███████ as a guest. During the broadcast, Dr. ███████ lists the planets and does not mention SCP-7612, as it used to be Earth. Neither he nor the host notice this until the final minutes of the episode, at which time Dr. ███████ becomes distressed and agitated, repeatedly stating that SCP-7612 "used to be Earth". Response: As the Veil is not yet compromised at this time, Foundation agents embedded in broadcasting authorities take the show off air early. Mild amnestics are administered to all present, later determined to not have resolved the cognitohazard due to SCP-7612 formerly being Earth, and a cover story is circulated about Dr. ███████ experiencing a breakdown on stage due to overwork. Item 7612-M076 Date: 23-24/09/2035 Description: Foundation web crawlers detect an uptick in conversation about the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth in conspiracy and gossip-related internet forums, as well as an apparent difficulty for posters to clearly convey that information. Response: GOC assets, by this time appraised of the situation, launch a series of denial-of-service attacks on the relevant web servers under the guise of a cybercriminal dry run. These attacks continue until they are no longer deemed necessary upon the breach of the Veil. Item 7612-M141 Date: 24/09/2035 Description: The October 2035 issue of Astronomy magazine is leaked early online after reports of last minute edits. A promised spread of pages planned to offer detailed profiles of each local planet for new readers has had all references to SCP-7612 being a planet — as it only used to be — removed, leading to errors in grammar. Response: Foundation agents embedded in print standards authorities have all online copies of the magazine infokilled. As the larger situation becomes apparent, orders for the deployment of amnestics or a cover story are suspended until the following day, at which time it is determined they won't be feasible. Item 7612-M374 Date: 24-25/09/2035 Description: Several online news outlets report on an ongoing 'crisis' related to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. Articles exhibit the expected problems in attempting to explain that the anomaly was previously Earth. Due to the trend of outlets scraping other outlets for information on stories, later published articles become increasingly incoherent as they are more frequently only able to refer to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth as a causal origin. Response: Foundation web filters are tasked with identifying and cleaning up articles for ease of reading. At this time, the Foundation and GOC are considering the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth might constitute a "Broken Masquerade" scenario, so no further measures are taken. Item 7612-M906 Date: 25/09/2035 Description: The United Nations Secretary General (UNSG) ███████ ███████ makes a televised speech on the crisis but struggles to convey the situation pertaining to SCP-7612 having once been Earth despite having their speech optimized by GOC cognition experts. Response: Mid-speech, the UNSG is informed that the USG and O5 Council have deemed it necessary to enact a "Broken Masquerade" scenario. Subsequently, the UNSG begins a separate, pre-prepared speech in which they reveal the existence of both the Foundation and GOC to the public to a limited extent. Further specific incidents past this point are deemed irrelevant and are not recorded. + File 7612-B3 - SCP-2602 Research Memo - Close File 3 Date: 21st September 2035 Sender: Dr. M█████ Fletch (Research Lead, SCP-2602) Recipient: Department of Cognitohazards Oversight Committee (SCPCH) Clearance: Level 4 I know this will fall on deaf ears again, but I figure I should give it one last try before I transfer. SCP-2602, former library that it is, represents a dangerous, if thankfully limited, cognitohazard. One we know very little about the nature of beyond what we can glean before the anomaly sets in. Even once you learn to partly think around the compulsions, its status as a former library gets in the way of everything else. And if there were a way around it having used to be a library — to find out what the interested parties have been using it for since — I would've leapt on it. But we tried everything, and I mean everything. Mnestics, exclusionary sites… It all just slides off like oil, one step off a true anti-meme. Whoever built the ex-library clearly knew what a building that used to be a library could do for them. Which is why I'm telling you that this new plan is not the answer. I don't know or care who pushed it through, but we already tried temporal screening 2602. At best, you learn it used to be a library, and I already knew it used to be a library. It having once been a library is why we're here in the first place. I don't need to know that about 2602, which used to be a library. My point is, you can't just reach into the past — breach the boundaries of the anomaly's causality — to a time when what used to be a library used to be a library. Because, it having once been a library aside, there's too many complications. Too many post-library variables to account for. And no offense, but none of you are Xyank. This is going to go poorly, and I implore you to reconsider the proposal. But I've said my piece, and you've not only ignored me but asked me in no uncertain terms to step aside. So you know what? Fine. I'm stepping aside. But don't come crying to me when this blows up in your face because SCP-2602 used to be a library. . Footnotes 1. Former Library 2. This is objectively true, but in the context of SCP-7612 is a matter of confusion. 3. International Space Station ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7612, which used to be the Earth" by Wixelt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7612. 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-7612Remix2602Orbit.png Name: Earth seen by Hayabusa2 during the flyby. 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This is done on behalf of the SCP Foundation (SCPF) and Global Occult Coalition (UNGOC), in line with "Broken Masquerade" Scenario FL1-2602. Be aware that this file possesses cognitohazardous properties tied to comprehension as a microcosm of the larger crisis. While reading this text is not inherently harmful, please exercise discretion. ITEM#: 7612 declassified CELESTIAL CLASS: former {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} DISRUPTION CLASS: amida RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level0 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-7612, formerly Earth, viewed from far orbit in 2020. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As of 09/12/2035, GOC efforts to establish colonies on nearby planets are underway under the pretense that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. As the acceleration of phenomena surrounding SCP-7612, formerly Earth, has initiated a Veil-breaking scenario, efforts by the Foundation to lean public opinion towards this fact have proven to be unnecessary. Access to SCP-7612-1 (previously SCP-2602, formerly a library) is to be restricted to authorized Foundation and GOC personnel only. Previous policies regarding amnesticizing the town in which former library SCP-7612-1 is located are no longer necessary. As it is not possible to contain SCP-7612 and the fact that it used to be Earth, steps should be taken to minimize the impact of post-Earth cognitohazardous effects on all forms of communication. Filters pertaining to SCP-7612-1's effects should be updated as soon as is feasible to flag text pertaining to SCP-7612, then modified to improve comprehension for all parties. Ongoing media coverage of SCP-7612 should be monitored for deterioration in public understanding. Prior protocol regarding the file of SCP-2602 (now SCP-7612-1, a former library, formerly of Earth) being edited regularly is to be upheld, though the requirement that personnel editing not be familiar with SCP-7612 (once Earth) or SCP-7612-1 (once a library) is to be reconsidered at weekly intervals as the availability of such individuals, by necessity isolated from public discourse, decreases. As of 17/11/2035, it is no longer possible to remove more than 18% of references to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the third planet from the Sun before a given editor becomes aware of the phenomenon. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7612 is a celestial object that, prior to late on 23/09/2035, was the planet Earth. The reasons for SCP-7612 no longer being Earth have yet to be fully determined but are believed to be related to SCP-7612-1, a building that, at some point prior to 09/10/2004, was a library. When communicating information about SCP-7612, subjects are compelled to regularly refer to the fact that the object used to be Earth. The nature of references is tied to individual context, but always unambiguously convey this information. Texts referring to SCP-7612 can have references removed to a highly limited degree by subjects who are unaware of SCP-7612 formerly being Earth. Due to the limited compulsion to leave references unedited, attempts before 23/09/2035 to develop an automated process to remove references were unsuccessful. Following this date, development was suspended indefinitely. Any information regarding former planet SCP-7612 is anomalous. Subjects aware of the nature of SCP-7612 will consistently identify the fact that it used to be the planet Earth as the causal element behind any observations made, regardless of how much awareness of SCP-7612 they had prior to interview. In personnel surveys carried out at 14 sites across SCP-7612, only 15% of individuals questioned were able to distinguish SCP-7612-1, which used to be a library, as a potential cause. While subjects will construct false beliefs to support irrational causal linkages, they do not generalize. For example, while many subjects have posited that the effects of local physics on SCP-7612 are a result of it having once been a planet2, they do not hold this belief with regards to planets in general. Due to the potential for these beliefs to spread further disorientation among the affected human populace, such ideas are now considered to pose an active risk to societal cognition. All above-mentioned aspects of this phenomenon are shared to some degree with SCP-7612-1, which used to be a library. SCP-7612-1, formerly SCP-2602, formerly a library. Subjects are incapable of communicating information pertaining to SCP-7612-1 specifically prior to the development of its anomalous properties. When prompted, they will instead repeatedly refer to the fact that SCP-7612-1 used to be a library. Due to this and the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth and SCP-7612-1 used to be a library, it is a present concern among both UN and Foundation authorities that this additional phenomenon may progress to encompass SCP-7612 as a whole, necessitating the establishment of planetary outposts to avert a total collapse of human communications. ADDENDUM 7612-A: Discovery SCP-7612 was identified as having previously been the planet Earth on 23/09/2035 when it was discovered that the majority of the native sapient population of SCP-7612 believed that SCP-7612 was once the planet Earth but was no longer Earth, being only formerly so. This is theorized to be because SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. At this time, SCP-2602, which used to be a library, was identified as a potential cause due to similar characteristics — often shared between former planets and former libraries — and redesignated as SCP-7612-1. Owing to the highly cognitohazardous nature of SCP-7612 having only used to be planet Earth, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition were forced to enact "Broken Masquerade" protocols on 25/09/2035. This was carried out once it became apparent that SCP-7612 was formerly Earth, and that this information would continue to propagate even after the release of wide dispersal amnestics in global water supplies. While the general secrecy of anomalous phenomena would last, the O5 Council (SCPO5) and United Nations Undersecretary General (USG) would jointly determine that both groups would need to establish a public presence to ensure societal stability and continuity of informational coherency. As of 05/02/2036, automated monitoring of Foundation and GOC joint activities, alongside inactivity in the access of this or related documents, indicates that these efforts have largely failed to suppress societal mass panic and/or collapse in the wake of the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth. ADDENDUM 7612-B: Attached Files Automated Foundation file crawlers have determined the following additional documents and extracts to be of primary importance to the context of SCP-7612, which used to be Earth. + File 7612-B1 - Journal of Dr. L Bethany - Close File 1 Subject: Dr. L████ Bethany (Deputy Chair, Foundation Department of Astrophysics) Context: Colleagues of Dr. Bethany report that she had recently begun a morning routine of listing the names of all local planetary objects in order of orbit within her personal journal, citing it as a memory exercise. On 26/09/2035, following the outset of SCP-7612's having previously been the planet Earth, Dr. Bethany submitted her journal for analysis. 20/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 21/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, ████████ 22/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 23/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 24/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 25/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ 26/09/2035: Mercury, Venus, Ea Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, ████████ + File 7612-B2 - Record of Media Coverage - Close File 2 Context: A selection of notable entries from Foundation logs of media coverage of the early crisis surrounding SCP-7612 previously being the planet Earth. Item 7612-M013 Date: 23/09/2035 Description: A routine broadcast between NASA Mission Control and the ISS3. The transmission sees the astronaut ███ ███████ refer to Mission Control as "good old former terra-firma". This broadcast is shared with at least 33 television networks as part of public coverage of activity on the ISS. Response: None. The phrasing is caught by Foundation agents assigned earlier in the day to monitor the developing SCP-7612 situation, but is considered so subtle that any activity to obfuscate it would draw more attention than the event itself. Item 7612-M054 Date: 23/09/2035 Description: A broadcast of the live talk-show Up Late with ██████ ██████, featuring astrophysicist Dr. █████ ███████ as a guest. During the broadcast, Dr. ███████ lists the planets and does not mention SCP-7612, as it used to be Earth. Neither he nor the host notice this until the final minutes of the episode, at which time Dr. ███████ becomes distressed and agitated, repeatedly stating that SCP-7612 "used to be Earth". Response: As the Veil is not yet compromised at this time, Foundation agents embedded in broadcasting authorities take the show off air early. Mild amnestics are administered to all present, later determined to not have resolved the cognitohazard due to SCP-7612 formerly being Earth, and a cover story is circulated about Dr. ███████ experiencing a breakdown on stage due to overwork. Item 7612-M076 Date: 23-24/09/2035 Description: Foundation web crawlers detect an uptick in conversation about the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth in conspiracy and gossip-related internet forums, as well as an apparent difficulty for posters to clearly convey that information. Response: GOC assets, by this time appraised of the situation, launch a series of denial-of-service attacks on the relevant web servers under the guise of a cybercriminal dry run. These attacks continue until they are no longer deemed necessary upon the breach of the Veil. Item 7612-M141 Date: 24/09/2035 Description: The October 2035 issue of Astronomy magazine is leaked early online after reports of last minute edits. A promised spread of pages planned to offer detailed profiles of each local planet for new readers has had all references to SCP-7612 being a planet — as it only used to be — removed, leading to errors in grammar. Response: Foundation agents embedded in print standards authorities have all online copies of the magazine infokilled. As the larger situation becomes apparent, orders for the deployment of amnestics or a cover story are suspended until the following day, at which time it is determined they won't be feasible. Item 7612-M374 Date: 24-25/09/2035 Description: Several online news outlets report on an ongoing 'crisis' related to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be the planet Earth. Articles exhibit the expected problems in attempting to explain that the anomaly was previously Earth. Due to the trend of outlets scraping other outlets for information on stories, later published articles become increasingly incoherent as they are more frequently only able to refer to the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth as a causal origin. Response: Foundation web filters are tasked with identifying and cleaning up articles for ease of reading. At this time, the Foundation and GOC are considering the fact that SCP-7612 used to be Earth might constitute a "Broken Masquerade" scenario, so no further measures are taken. Item 7612-M906 Date: 25/09/2035 Description: The United Nations Secretary General (UNSG) ███████ ███████ makes a televised speech on the crisis but struggles to convey the situation pertaining to SCP-7612 having once been Earth despite having their speech optimized by GOC cognition experts. Response: Mid-speech, the UNSG is informed that the USG and O5 Council have deemed it necessary to enact a "Broken Masquerade" scenario. Subsequently, the UNSG begins a separate, pre-prepared speech in which they reveal the existence of both the Foundation and GOC to the public to a limited extent. Further specific incidents past this point are deemed irrelevant and are not recorded. + File 7612-B3 - SCP-2602 Research Memo - Close File 3 Date: 21st September 2035 Sender: Dr. M█████ Fletch (Research Lead, SCP-2602) Recipient: Department of Cognitohazards Oversight Committee (SCPCH) Clearance: Level 4 I know this will fall on deaf ears again, but I figure I should give it one last try before I transfer. SCP-2602, former library that it is, represents a dangerous, if thankfully limited, cognitohazard. One we know very little about the nature of beyond what we can glean before the anomaly sets in. Even once you learn to partly think around the compulsions, its status as a former library gets in the way of everything else. And if there were a way around it having used to be a library — to find out what the interested parties have been using it for since — I would've leapt on it. But we tried everything, and I mean everything. Mnestics, exclusionary sites… It all just slides off like oil, one step off a true anti-meme. Whoever built the ex-library clearly knew what a building that used to be a library could do for them. Which is why I'm telling you that this new plan is not the answer. I don't know or care who pushed it through, but we already tried temporal screening 2602. At best, you learn it used to be a library, and I already knew it used to be a library. It having once been a library is why we're here in the first place. I don't need to know that about 2602, which used to be a library. My point is, you can't just reach into the past — breach the boundaries of the anomaly's causality — to a time when what used to be a library used to be a library. Because, it having once been a library aside, there's too many complications. Too many post-library variables to account for. And no offense, but none of you are Xyank. This is going to go poorly, and I implore you to reconsider the proposal. But I've said my piece, and you've not only ignored me but asked me in no uncertain terms to step aside. So you know what? Fine. I'm stepping aside. But don't come crying to me when this blows up in your face because SCP-2602 used to be a library. . Footnotes 1. Former Library 2. This is objectively true, but in the context of SCP-7612 is a matter of confusion. 3. International Space Station ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7612, which used to be the Earth" by Wixelt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7612. 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-7612Remix2602Orbit.png Name: Earth seen by Hayabusa2 during the flyby. Author: JAXA Hayabusa2 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: library.jpg Name: Library building, Ashburton Park Author: Robin Webster License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph Filename: SCP-7612Remix2602Header.png Name: Emergency Alert - SCP and GOC Author: Wixelt (Makes use of SCP Foundation and GOC Logos.) License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Name: SCP Foundation Logo Author: Far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Name: Global Occult Coalition Logo Author: DrClef License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7613 | esoteric-class | by Quicksilvers ITEM №: SCP-7613 OBJ. CLASS: Anomalous CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: Instances of SCP-7613 are to be recorded and catalogued in order to ascertain information regarding their formation, effects, and causes. Employees are to be debriefed regarding the resonant traces and themes involved in SCP-7613 identification in order to facilitate more efficient reporting of instance manifestation. Those who have encountered SCP-7613 are to refrain from engaging in habitual behaviors for a minimum of four weeks. Thought exercises are also highly encouraged, though the efficacy of such measures is unknown. Meditation is highly discouraged due to the nonzero probability that certain mindfulness techniques may instigate an SCP-7613 manifestation. Repairs and renovations to Site-22 due to SCP-7613's influence are to continue indefinitely. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7613 is a series of phenomenon regarding involuntary and repetitive circular motions or isolated circular imagery. While the exact parameters of an SCP-7613 manifestation are currently unknown, various recurring criteria have been observed, consisting of but not limited to typically occurring in close relation to the Foundation,1 occurring within a place,2 and occurring to both animate and inanimate objects.3 Despite the following effects, the results, causes, and mechanisms behind SCP-7613 instances are currently being debated within the greater parascientific community: fluctuating hume levels during and after manifesting a persistent fugue state triggered via witnessing or engaging in a manifestation4 ADDENDUM: Discovered Instances Instance Number Instance Description SCP-7613-1 First recorded instance (22 June 2019, re-assigned documentation 15 February 2022). Between 3 and 47 ant mills5 discovered throughout Site-22. Instances continued throughout the subsequent week before abating. SCP-7613-2 Discovered 4 January 2020. Instance manifested as a malfunctioning of Site-22's air conditioning unit, specifically within rooms 12F-18 to 12F-20 (Physical File Storage). Instance discovered by junior research staff when accessing the room for data reconstruction. Staff reported a vortex with a significantly wide diameter consisting of loose sheets blown astray by the malfunctioning unit. Instance lasted until the air conditioner was fixed. SCP-7613-3 Discovered 11 March 2020. The toilet in Breakroom 17-B's bathroom unit is flushed at 11:04 AM local time and continues flushing for 15+ hours with a continuous and constant flow of water. Analyzing Site-22's plumbing revealed no technical issues within the water and waste disposal systems. Instance ceased at 2:49 AM the following morning. SCP-7613-4 & SCP-7613-5 Discovered 24 April 2020. Both instances coalesced in the sky above Site-22. SCP-7613-4 appeared as a large, near-perfect circular hole in the clouds that remained static over the main building over the course of a few hours (6:33 AM - 10:12 AM) before dissipating. Soon after (12:57 PM), SCP-7613-5 manifested as a large flock of Quiscalus quiscula6 perching on the rooftops of and flying in circular formations above the Site. SCP-7613-5 remained present over the course of the following three days. SCP-7613-6 Occurred 8 May 2020, discovered 13 August 2020. Several staff members sit in various places within Site-22's cafeteria during the shift's main lunch break. Footage captured through security cameras reveals a rough outline of a circle in the center of the room (~6 m diameter), the "ring" consisting of ~7 to 9 Foundation employees. No individuals are seated within the empty space. Conducted interviews point to the anomaly having a possible subconscious influence on subjects. SCP-7613-7 Discovered 29 July 2020. Senior Researcher Danielle Parsimmons begins pacing in a circle around her office during a period of stress when reviewing the quarter's containment reports (10:11 AM). Rs. Parsimmons engages in this cycle unbroken for ~4 hours, when a member of janitorial staff enters her office to inquire about new sterilizing equipment. The employee was able to disrupt Parsimmons' behavioral cycle via physical contact, where Parsimmons subsequently revealed that she had experienced missing time while under the influence of the anomaly. Following this, Ms. Parsimmons was granted temporary paid leave. ADDENDUM 2: Transcription of SCP-7613-◎ Manifestation Please be aware that the subsequent transcription was autogenerated during a test run of the Foundation's newest artificial construct, Rever.aic, created to analyze and catalog inconsequential anomalies as well as minor anomalous incidents occurring within operated bases. Due to insufficient repairs and bugfixes, Foundation staff have labelled the following documentation as unsupported and unreliable scientific data - its presence in this report remains only as posterity and is not recommended as a basis for study or expanded research. <5:08 PM> Assistant Rs. George Pachuta sits at a standard Foundation Office Terminal in Computer Lab 15. Digital records show he is reviewing several anomalies' files in preparation for an approaching lecture to his superiors. As Rs. Pachuta continues writing notes and assessing his documents, several other staff members (approx. 15) suddenly and simultaneously stand up, facing straight ahead of themselves. Rs. Pachuta is unaware of this as he continues his review. This is also true for all other employees present. All standing employees gather to the open space of the room. Their expressions remain blank and they make little noise. A rough circle is formed. All standing employees slowly begin to shuffle as all walk in a circle, counterclockwise. Their speed grows slowly until they all engage in a brisk walk before all breaking out into sprints. The backs of their labcoats flap and snap in the air like flags. Despite the effort and strain being displayed, all employees hold the same blank expressions as previously. None of them appear exhausted nor strained as all remain silent. Hume levels within Site-22 experience a slow drop that quickly lowers further into near-exponential intensity. It is the largest fluctuation of baseline reality ever recorded within the building, yet there are no alarms. Not a single person reacts. The circle of staff (hereafter referred to as SCP-7613-◎) begins unnaturally slowing down in speed - all instances continue sprinting as each of their localized temporal paths are equally deaccelerated, causing all instances to move in "slow-motion." Rs. Pachuta completes his analysis, saving the data onto his SCiPSKYCloud Terminal before logging out of the computer and standing. He then views the SCP-7613-◎ instance in front of him. Pachuta attempts to call the attention of the others in the room to the anomaly, but his voice is unregisterable (though not silent). It is replaced with the echoing rising and crashing waves of a beach. As others continue their work undisturbed, Rs. Pachuta slowly and hesitantly approaches SCP-7613-◎. He calls out to the affected, but his voice does not carry. It is replaced with the sound of rushing water. The noise continues even after Pachuta closes his mouth as all within SCP-7613-◎ reach total temporal inertion - none of the subjects move whatsoever, some hovering mid-air as they were caught mid-stride. A seagull is heard in the distance. <5:23 PM> SCP-7613-◎ begins moving once more. The ~15 individuals forming the anomaly remain unmoving and/or temporally suspended, yet the instance begins rotating clockwise. Rs. Pachuta walks to a door on the far side of the room in an attempt to exit. The door opens and a child pushes past him. She is eight years old and her hair has been gently pulled back into two ponytails and she looks exactly like his daughter. She is holding a jump rope in her hands and she spins the length of plastic around her as she blissfully skips and hops up and down the rows of terminals. She laughs, and it rings out crisp against the muffled silence. Rs. Pachuta exits the room. As he steps into the hallway, the sound of a jump rope hitting the ground fades into the background hum. <0:00 XX> Rs. Pachuta is walking down a hallway in Site-22. Rs. Pachuta passes by many office doors but does not acknowledge them. The hallway is ever-so-slightly curved to the right. Rs. Pachuta continues walking. The sound of seagulls and rushing waves is heard in the distance. Rs. Pachuta recognizes this and begins walking faster. He does not progress. The left wall of the hallway ends. It reveals a massive atrium made of stacked, circular layers of open hallways, exposing their interiors. Rows of bookshelves, office cubicles, doors, and lockers can be viewed in various layers. The structure extends downwards an indeterminable distance, ending its vertical ascent with an ornate and faded stained glass skylight looming far above Rs. Pachuta. Other individuals, all Foundation employees of Site-22, walk through these hallways clockwise at a constant speed. Their expressions are unbothered as they walk - some are seen upholding their duties; holding bundles of files, pushing carts of books, analyzing papers. Rs. Pachuta attempts to find an exit. There are none as all the hallways consist of closed rings. The doors he finds do not lead to anything good. There are no staircases to help facilitate movement between layers. Rs. Pachuta realizes there are other people in his ring with him, seeing a woman ~12m in front of him. Her back faces him as she continues walking the path. Rs. Pachuta quickens his pace to reach her, desperately calling out to her. There is only the sound of seagulls, and Rs. Pachuta does not progress. George collapses to his knees. He is sobbing profusely, his heaving breaths quickly turning into choking sounds as he coughs up a small mass from his throat - a solid, matted wad of hair, about the size of a penny. It is roughly woven into a ring. There's a deep, reverberating rumbling. It pushes through every aspect of George as he attempts to gather himself and raise his head. When he looks up, he notices movement between some of the hallways. In certain segments - where there should be nothing but empty gaps and painted walls - there is motion. It slips and repeats like a pattern until it vanishes, resurfacing in different, seemingly random gaps of the tower. George focuses on it. It is familiar to him. It reminds him of the pets his father used to keep in his enormous terrariums, of how George used to stare as their scales through the glass for what felt like hours. George understands now, and that revelation scares him. The rumbling grows deafening. The segments of scales speed up, faster and faster. Above him, something pushes - protrudes - out from between the hallways. It is scaled, diamond-shaped head larger than a car. It stares down at him. A tongue flickers out of its mouth. It can taste him. Researcher George Pachuta hangs his head. And then, it strikes. <END LOG> Though the exact nature of Assistant Researcher George Pachuta's current physical condition remains obscure to the greater parascientific community, further pursuance into both it and SCP-7613 has been deemed unnecessary in regards to current Site priorities. As previously stated, repairs and renovations to Site-22’s infrastructure, utilities, and overall layout are to continue indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Typically within Foundation jurisdiction. 2. Both within an enclosed space and/or outside of it. 3. Also applying to sapient and non-sapient subjects. 4. Potential cognitohazardry still uncertain. 5. Biological phenomenon in which army ants lose their pheromone trail when moving in groups, causing the trail to loop back on itself in the ants' confusion. The ants will then continue walking in circles until, typically, they will perish. 6. 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SCP-7614 | safe | ITEM #: 7614 Fig. 1.1: Night sky within a nested filmic space, taken by D-917404 during phase four testing. No abnormal patterns detected. Research ongoing; see below. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7614 is stored in a high-value item locker at Site-19. Testing is currently suspended. SCP-7614 and all related documentation must be reviewed bimonthly by the Department of Entomology for the emergence of vespine patterns. New developments must be forwarded to High Command for deliberation. Description: SCP-7614 is a handheld AAXA Tech brand P1 Pico Projector. SCP-7614 is functional and possesses no outward anomalous properties. SCP-7614 has moderate damage (scratches, depleted battery health) presumably from heavy use prior to discovery. When plugged into any digital device, SCP-7614 can project media onto a flat surface consistent with other devices of its model. The projection creates a spatial distortion allowing one to physically become immersed in the flat surface. In essence, this allows for the exploration of the projected filmic space as if it were a three-dimensional environment. The moment of transition is seamless and reversible, provided the individual can return to the point of entry, which appears from the inside as a “window” into baseline reality. From inside, the entry point is outlined in ornate brasswork featuring hexagonal prismatic cells. The words "THE APIARY" are engraved at the base. Inside SCP-7614 projections, individuals have free movement in any direction including away from the central action of the scene, allowing for the observation of settings and figures not in the original script. This freedom of movement has no observed limit, as filmic spaces are theoretically indefinite. Minor deviations from baseline reality have been observed, typically relating to the foundational logic of the filmic space. These meta-anomalies vary depending on the media projected by SCP-7614 and are never questioned or acknowledged by filmic entities. Scene breaks or transitions occur normally for individuals viewing SCP-7614 projections externally but are not reported by individuals inside, to which time elapses normally. Because of the frequency of cuts (in which the entry point of SCP-7614 rapidly shifts around a confined space) and chronological jumps (in which the entry point disappears entirely and reappears in the future or the past), individuals must be extremely careful while navigating inside SCP-7614 projections as not to become separated from the point of entry. Because of the high likelihood of filmic dislocation, preliminary tests were conducted remotely via UAVs. Human tests were conducted in heavily-controlled environments of a single long take with minimal editing. Signals broadcasted from devices within an SCP-7614 projection can be received from operators in baseline reality if the entry point is within a certain distance from the transmitter both physically and temporally. Significant cuts or chronological jumps will sever any connection with electronic devices. Contact Archives for transcripts of preliminary first and second-phase testing. Addendum 1: In order to determine the extent of SCP-7614’s anomalous properties, a more thorough exploration of SCP-7614’s filmic spaces was deemed necessary. A combination of UAV and human subjects was used; D-917404, formerly Doran █████, was procured from long-term care at Site-411, briefed on SCP-7614’s properties, and educated in standard explorative training. The following is a log of notable third-phase tests. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: First filmic space explored after preliminary tests. UAV enters to observe character Jimmy McGill working alone in his home office. McGill takes no notice of the device and continues behavior as scripted. UAV recalled prior to scene transition. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: UAV enters to observe Jimmy McGill working in his office but remains after a scene transition. Connection remains functional for a short time, during which McGill is seen pacing the room before preparing to sleep. He becomes fixated by a poster on his wall of the fictional Albuquerque Stingers baseball team. This prop is not present in the original media. McGill removes it violently. No sounds from the environment or characters are recorded after the scene break. Connection to UAV is lost entirely fifteen minutes later. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: D-917404 enters into a long take of characters Jimmy and Charles McGill arguing. Neither take note of his appearance. He is provided detailed information on the timing of cuts by researchers to prevent filmic dislocation. D-917404 instructed to manipulate objects in the McGill kitchen. Successful. D-917404 recalled before scene transition. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: D-917404 instructed to interfere with the actions of characters. While Jimmy McGill attempts to call members of the Salamanca family, D-917404 repeatedly unplugs the phone line. This results in mild confusion from McGill. D-917404 is instructed to physically assault McGill, which results in significant distress despite his futile efforts at self-defense. Test halted after McGill sustains moderate injuries from the attack. Noticeably, scripted edits that should have occurred during the course of the test were not present. The entire interaction continued as a single long take. D-917404 extracted successfully. The remainder of the media played as normal, but McGill’s injuries persisted for multiple episodes. He made no mention of the assault to any other characters. SCP-7614 was cleaned thoroughly and the media reverted to baseline. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: D-917404 enters the office of Jimmy McGill with a standard-issue kerosene blowtorch and is instructed to set fire to the building with the intent of observing significant alterations to canon events. D-917404 extracted successfully. McGill is observed to exhibit extreme distress and attempts to extinguish the fire but becomes trapped in the small room by the flames. He begins fervently praying for mercy and begs for forgiveness from his brother Charles. SCP-7614 unplugged before McGill could succumb to asphyxiation. As with prior tests, scripted events and editing were halted after the onset of the fire. Filmic Space: Better Call Saul Description: D-917404 provided with a standard-issue firearm and instructed to kill Jimmy McGill. Test suspended due to noncooperation. Filmic Space: The Princess Bride Description: UAV directed to explore Albuquerque after a scene transition. UAV piloted to the game room of a local retirement home. A projector is playing the film The Princess Bride during a scene where the man in black scales the Cliffs of Insanity. UAV investigates and discovers spatial distortion within the cinema's projection similar to SCP-7614’s primary effect. UAV becomes immersed within the projection and begins exploring it as a three-dimensional space. It is directed away from the central action to explore the cliffside. While bearing a strong resemblance to the Irish Cliffs of Moher, the landmass is surrounded by sea on all sides and is much smaller than its real-world counterpart. Besides a few notable landmarks from the film, the island is desolate and devoid of wildlife. UAV discovers the rotted remains of a large vessel while exploring the coastline. Its crew, skeletonized, is determined to have died from mass suicide. They possess hexagonal growths emerging from various orifices in the skull and chest. UAV rapidly loses connection as a result of the increased distance from baseline reality. Addendum 2: Following the prior discovery, testing was postponed and preparations were made for a fourth phase of testing. Human subjects were deemed necessary in light of technological difficulties. D-917404 was provided with basic survival gear suited for a range of environments, supplied for thirty days of survival if clean water could be located (fourteen if not), and instructed to proceed through as many nested filmic spaces as possible before supplies were depleted. Body-mounted cameras and microphones would record all encountered phenomena in case the data could be reclaimed at a later time. D-917404 was made aware of the risk of filmic dislocation and consented to the test, observed by Researchers Tobe, Tanequodle, and Security Agent Dittemore. Below is an abridged log of D-917404’s video and audio records, recovered after his reappearance in baseline reality (see below). D-917404 enters SCP-7614, which is displaying the home office of character Jimmy McGill. D-917404 enters and takes a moment to adjust to the change in environment. McGill is rearranging the furniture of the room. D-917404: Hey. Hey man. Can you see me right now? McGill does not respond. D-917404 waves a hand in front of his face. There is no reaction. D-917404: Holy shit. Okay. D-917404 looks at research staff through the entry point. D-917404: Hey, how long do I have until— The entry point vanishes. Baseline reality observers confirm a scene transition; entry point is opened three days and fourteen hours in the future at a separate location. D-917404 declared lost and testing phase four tentatively declared successful. D-917404 exits the Day Spa and Nail salon and walks down the street. D-917404: Shit. Shit, man. This is fucking crazy. He notices two people approaching from the other direction walking a dog. He increases his pace but slows when they do not notice his presence. D-917404: You guys know where to find a… The people pass. D-917404 follows them for half a block then stops. He begins heading in the direction of traffic noise. D-917404 approaches the entrance of the Edwards Cinema in downtown Albuquerque; traffic is light and few people are out. The theater is mostly empty. All sound is slightly muted; the audio volume has decreased steadily since he exited the salon. There is no one attending the entrance counter. D-917404 walks through the cinema halls. A man exits one of the auditoriums wearing a baseball cap with a stylized yellowjacket on it. D-917404 steps to the side to let him pass then enters the auditorium. It is empty. The projector is playing Good Will Hunting during a scene where Matthew Damon and Robin Williams talk in an open park. There is no audio from the film, nor ambient noise from the building. D-917404 approaches the screen hesitantly, then presses a palm against it. It passes through and reaches up to his elbow before he retracts it entirely. He glances around once more. No one has entered. The auditorium is empty. D-917404 steps into the nested filmic space and immediately turns around. The auditorium is still visible, albeit as a two-dimensional surface. Outlining the perimeter of the entry point is an ornate brass frame decorated in hexagonal cells. D-917404 inspects it to find it dripping with a viscous amber substance. The entrance point moves steadily away from D-917404 to follow Damon and Williams as they walk. D-917404 trails behind before the entrance point vanishes entirely. Damon and Williams enter a parked car and drive away. The ambient sound immediately drops and the once-crowded park begins to empty. D-917404 jogs in the direction of Damon and Williams’ car but finds the effort futile. Ambient light drops to a dull grey-yellow hue. He produces a coat from his supplies and puts it on, adjusting the microphone and camera appropriately. A man on the street holds a sign reading, "THE WINGS CAST US IN THE SHADOW OF GOD." He stares blankly at the road. D-917404 notices a technologies shop further up the street and investigates. He initially believes the shop is empty but is startled to find the shopkeeper, a young woman dressed in white, idly staring at the products from her counter. She takes no notice of D-917404 nor the sound of the door opening. She does not appear to be breathing. D-917404 enters a showroom at the back of the shop. Inside is a 35 mm slide projector, powered, displaying a children's film titled “Inspector Buzz,” indicated by a nearby movie poster featuring an image of Tom Hanks dressed in classic noir clothing. D-917404 approaches and enters the projection. D-917404 is sitting in the seats of an empty theater auditorium. The screen displays the words “Film starting soon.” D-917404 eats from his provided rations. After several minutes, the doors to the auditorium open and Tom Hanks enters, dressed as he was in the poster from the prior filmic space. He sits in the front row and stares and the blank projection. He begins smoking a cigarette. Hanks: Where’d everybody go? A hornet lands on his shoulder and he brushes it off. D-917404 is standing at a bus stop. Rain pours from above and pools on the sidewalk. The sound of it hitting the plastic covering is grating on the microphone. A van drives past and sprays water from a puddle along the curb. Along its side is written, "AMCE Exterminators." D-917404 curses and shields the camera with his coat. A stranger approaches from the dark and stands beside him. The two stare down the road. Stranger: It’ll be a while, you just missed one. D-917404: What? Stranger: I said you missed one. Where you going? D-917404 doesn’t respond. Stranger: I get it. Sorry. D-917404: You can see me? The man doesn’t say anything. D-917404: I'm trying to see a movie. The theater. I’m going to the theater. The man doesn’t say anything. D-917404: A movie. You know where I can see one? The man laughs. Stranger: You’re trying to see a movie? Fuck, man. He laughs again. Stranger: Goddamn. A fucking movie. Yeah, there’s a place down there. You people and your movies. He points down the street. The street lamps are burned out. It is impossible to make out any features. D-917404: Thanks. When’s the next bus you think? Stranger: Soon. What’s your name? D-917404: Doran. The man laughs hysterically. Stranger: Doran? You got to be joking. Your name is Doran and you're out here to see a movie. Let me ask you something, Doran. What kind of movie are you gonna see? Something funny, maybe? Or, or. Historical. Yeah. A nice biopic. Something visceral. D-917404 turns and stares into the dark. Stranger: No. No no no no. He laughs. Stranger: No, no. You want something scary. Yeah. You want a scary movie. Well, you’re in luck, Doran. They just came out with a sequel to the other one, what was it? The one with the wasp lady. Yeah. Stinger… something. You’ll love it. D-917404 turns to leave. He walks out into the dark in the direction of the theater. Stranger: Hey, Doran. Doran! Let me ask you, Doran. You look like a guy who knows his movies. How many movies have you seen? That new one, Inspector Buzz? Oh, oh. You look like you watch The Sopranos. Let me ask you, how many more do you want? They keep getting longer, you know. Can’t tell where they stop and start. Bet you don’t even know what this one’s called. Hey, you got enough food there? Looks like you’re running out. D-917404 walks faster. He leaves the light of the bus stop and is plunged into darkness. The man laughs behind him and then yelps in pain. D-917404 turns to look and sees him swatting at his arm. Stranger: Damn bugs. D-917404 sleeps on a couch in an empty hospital waiting room. The building is only partially powered; D-917404 lays under the only functional light in the room. Outside is dark and soundless. D-917404 snores softly. He mumbles something indiscernible. D-917404: [Unintelligible]. An insect briefly hovers above the camera before darting off at the approach of a woman from the darkness of the lobby. She wears the garb of a nurse but her upper body is obscured by shadow. She stands at the edge of the camera's vision and waits. D-917404: Beshult… search the cosmic background… the sign… The woman produces a bouquet of flowers, vibrant red roses. D-917404: The… the hive… vibrates my soul and… doom for the people… She steps forward but her face remains obscured. She places the roses on the floor in front of D-917404. D-917404: …search for… the pattern… there's a pattern… a pattern… Woman: The constellation. The woman retreats to the darkness. D-917404 begins to thrash. D-917404: The constellation… oh God the constellation… why is it closer? He suddenly stops moving. He is heaving, and his breath lingers in the cold air. He sits up and wipes the sweat from his forehead. D-917404: Jesus Christ. He scans the lobby and notices the flowers at the edge of the light. He picks them up and returns to the couch. He is weeping quietly. D-917404 is walking down the street. It is night. D-917404: Fuck this. Can you hear me? He taps the microphone. D-917404: I don’t know what you want me to find. I know I’m never coming back. You fucks thought you could pull that shit on me. I signed the paper, yeah. I know. I don't care anymore. But what am I supposed to find here? It’s all the same, pointless infinity. He kicks a rock into the darkness. It does not hit the pavement. D-917404: It’s all falling apart. Dead and rotting. Every time it gets colder like I'm walking away from the fire into some place hungry. He stops and looks around. Coniferous trees line the road but beyond a few meters, all is dark. The road extends in a straight line in both directions. He looks up into the night sky. No stars are visible. D-917404: I bet this is the end of the line. I don’t even know where I’m supposed to be. The last theater was playing this road on a loop. No movie. No poster. He continues to walk in silence. The air is still except for the sound of crickets. A car approaches from ahead. As it drives by the driver stares at D-917404. His head swivels as the car passes. It continues on, red lights vanishing behind a hill. D-917404: There’s a pill in my bag for when I reach the end. You told me to take it if I can’t find a projector. Painless probably. You guys know medicine. D-917404 takes off his bag and rummages through it. Inside are his supplies, almost fully depleted, and a bouquet of roses. He locates a small pouch and produces a translucent pill. He holds it up to the camera and contemplates it. Through the pill, a dull red glow appears. He lowers his hand and stares at the horizon. Light appears as if from a sun yet none is visible. It grows brightest directly above the road ahead. He stares at it as dull light blankets the sky. The crickets have stopped chirping. D-917404 slips the pill into his pocket and walks forward, wordlessly. D-917404 approaches the source of the light, a large abandoned building. There are no people present. Blinding red light emanates from the cracks and broken windows of the structure. D-917404 enters, shielding his eyes. Resting on a table in the empty center room is an ornate gold lantern. It rotates slowly on a spinning plate. Projected on the wall behind it is a forest path, trees swaying softly in the wind. The rotation of the lamp creates the illusion of movement in the image. It squeaks quietly as it moves. A bright flame in the core of the lamp glows red, casting a great swath of light into the sky and directing a portion at the projection. D-917404 approaches the image. Next to the projection is graffiti of a hornet, wings outstretched. Written beneath it is the word “Constellation” and an arrow pointing at the projection. D-917404 enters. He looks back to find the entrance point has vanished. D-917404 maneuvers forward through a thicket of trees. The air is pleasant and the nature is serene. He sheds his jacket and walks at a comfortable pace. Birds and other wildlife can be heard and he passes over several brooks and small waterways, using them to refill his supplies. After resting at a rocky outcrop, he proceeds into an open clearing and finds a man in dirty garb hanging upside down by his ankles from a tree branch. A hornet rests on his cheek and bites at a festering wound. D-917404 approaches and the man’s eyes open. He swats the hornet away and laughs. Hanged Man: Come a long way, have you? A true pilgrim. Yes, yes. You’ve walked so very far. Look at those shoes, torn to ribbons. You're not from here, are you? Of course not, they're all eaten or fled. I can tell you’ve got that look to you. Your eyes burn with a yellow flame. You feel like there's something else, right? Something more to this whole thing. You want to see? You want what waits for you at the end? Beshult, look no further. It's right down there. He arcs his arm in a semicircle, halting when he points to a break in the trees where the beginnings of a dirt path form. Hanged Man: The nest waits at the end of the branch. You’ve kicked it enough and now they stir. Not many come looking for them, you might yet catch them off-guard if you’re quick about it. Ahhh, to be young again. Young and out for adventure. He chuckles. Hanged Man: Don't mind me, I've had my time long ago. Tried and failed. The wasp knows not defeat, eh? No matter, you'll see soon enough. D-917404 does not say anything. The hornet returns to the hanged man's cheek and bites down. Blood trickles up his face and reddens the dirt beneath his head. His eyes shut and his body stills but he remains pointing. D-917404 leaves and continues down the indicated path. Hanged Man: Oh, try not to be disappointed. People love reading into patterns. But if you must, don't forget to look up. D-917404 stands before a city of unfamiliar architecture. It is ancient and thoroughly empty. In the center is a crumbling tower, riddled with holes. D-917404 approaches and navigates through the debris of the ruined structures. Many appear to have been burned. He enters the base of the tower. Inside are piles of books filled with rotted pages. Bodies lay huddled around mounds of ash. A staircase spirals upward lined by burnt-out torches. D-917404 ascends. Outside the sun begins to set and the forest grows still. D-917404 steps over the corpses carpeting the tower's highest floor. He looks over the room and says nothing. The people are curled in a way suggesting death by malnutrition. They all wear simple clothes of a medieval European style. In the center of the room sits a figure in a wooden chair. D-917404 approaches. The figure wears eccentric clothing decorated in bright colors and patterns. They wear a necklace inlaid with a yellow jewel and a flowing red cape. The eccentric is emaciated and has charred skin and hollow eye sockets. Their head is craned upwards, mouth slightly agape. D-917404 follows the eccentric's gaze through a hole in the ceiling. The sky is a deep blue on the verge of night. D-917404 stares intently at the sky as stars begin to emerge. The eccentric in the chair stirs. Eccentric: Do you see it? D-917404 does not respond. Eccentric: Look closer. Do you see it now? D-917404 says nothing. Eccentric: The pattern. Doran, look for the pattern. There. Those yellow stars D-917404: Yes. Oh my God. The camera records only stars. D-917404: Oh my God, yes. There. There. I see it. Jesus. Eccentric: Good. D-917404: What is it? What does it want? Eccentric: It is our doom, Beshult. It does not want. D-917404: What can we do? Eccentric: Doran. We can do nothing. We can run. Or we can wait. You have run for so long. Why don't you sit with us? We are all so tired. D-917404 remains standing. D-917404: Is this the end? Eccentric: This is as far as you will go. Please, sit with us. Watch the stars fall. Surely you hear the buzzing? It won't be long now. Sit. Stay. D-917404 does not move. The camera records no abnormalities in the sky. D-917404: The constellation. Is it always there? Eccentric: Always. But the mind plays tricks. Best to look for it near the end. When there's nothing left to lose. The eccentric reaches up and rests a skeletal hand on D-917404's shoulder. Eccentric: You're safe now, Doran. This is it. This is what you've been looking for. A resolution, at long last. Release your pack, so. Sit with us. The eccentric tugs on D-917404's pack, loosening the latch and opening the center compartment. A red glow emanates from within. Eccentric: What is this? This cannot be. They reach in and remove the now-luminant roses. The eccentric smiles and laughs softly. Eccentric: But I suppose there is always more to lose. They glow for you, Doran. The rose Piercea smiles. There is more for you to find and I see that now. Hold these close. Cherish them. The constellation will wait. The eccentric looks toward the sky once more and holds out the roses. D-917404 rubs tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, then takes the roses back. D-917404: Where am I supposed to go? I have a pill, I can take the pill. The flowers grow brighter. D-917404 looks to the sky. D-917404: I need to return. Please tell me how to return. I need to go home. The eccentric does not respond. D-917404: Please help me. Help me. Please. D-917404 looks at the eccentric. They are dead. One hand clutches the jeweled necklace. The other rests on the chair, one finger pointing at the wall of the tower. D-917404 turns to look and sees a painting propped against it. He approaches. It is half-finished and beaded with paint. It depicts a plain hallway illuminated by electrical light strips. D-917404 looks back at the eccentric, who is now smiling. Their necklace glows yellow through their fingers. D-917404 steps into the painting. The camera's feed after this point devolves into static and is unrecoverable. The audio is overtaken by a low buzz. Forty-six days after the filmic dislocation of D-917404 and the subsequent conclusion of testing, SCP-7614 inexplicably reactivated despite being disconnected from power. The projected display was of a field of red roses stretching far into the horizon. Billowing white clouds flowed overhead. D-917404 sat among the flowers facing away from the projector. Researchers observed the scene for over an hour to determine if it would be safe to investigate without risking dislocation. Since the footage appeared to be unedited, a small team was dispatched to retrieve D-917404 and verify the integrity of the expedition data. D-917404 was found deceased, having ingested the potassium cyanide pill provided in his supply kit. The data was intact and recovered successfully. In his hands was a handwritten note addressed to an unknown person, listing a series of interactions from childhood through adulthood and ending with his incarceration and service as a D-Class personnel, along with the now-wilted bouquet of roses. The body and all belongings were recovered successfully with no further complications. The research team gathered to view the remainder of SCP-7614's projection. As daylight waned, the sun cast glittering shadows across the endless petals. In the distance the clouds began to rain. The sun set and the stars emerged. SCP-7614 deactivated. |
SCP-7616 | thaumiel | 777 Last known photo of SCP-7616 Item #: SCP-7616 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7616 and SCP-7616-# are to be contained in Site-88. SCP-7616 is to be investigated for anomalous properties, and its Hume level monitored for spikes in activity. Reconstruction of SCP-7616 is currently underway, so as to obtain a better understanding of its nature. Description: SCP-7616 is a heavily damaged American sternwheel steamboat commissioned by one “Adrian2” in 1921. The object was used for commercial river cruises along the Mississippi River, and as a cover for illegal activities such as gambling and moonshine production/distribution. The many relevant objects found within the vessel are referred to as SCP-7616-#, and include decks of standard playing cards, dice, roulette tables, slot machines, and eight deceased humans. SCP-7616-# gaming equipment only manifest anomalous properties within SCP-7616. Any players who participate in a game of chance have a 100% success rate. When SCP-7616-1, or Adrian's corpse, is treated as a “player” of a game within SCP-7616, SCP-7616-1 loses 100% of games in all tests. All results of chance-based elements of any game played within SCP-7616 are decided in the players favor. Should the odds of a win-condition be impossible, the circumstances of that game will shift to allow a player win. Skill-based factors of games played within SCP-7616 are unaffected, as well as games where the opponent is another player, excluding the "House." The internal Hume level of SCP-7616 is exceedingly high, ranking at 7██~, and the presently known anomalous properties do not account for its Hume levels. SCP-7616-# objects have been proven to be non-anomalous, and SCP-7616 merely reacts to games of chance being played within it. SCP-7616-# corpses are thought to be non-anomalous and have been buried, save for SCP-7616-1. Addendum: SCP-7616 was found in the bottom of the Mississippi River, near Port Sulphur, its destruction thought to have been caused by an explosion to its engine. Civilians aboard SCP-7616 at the time of its malfunction have been safely evacuated, the only casualties appearing to be Adrian, and 7 confirmed members of the New Orleans Crime Family. You are reading an archived version of this file. Update page? Footnotes 1. Item is considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. 2. No last name given. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7616-ARC" by Fantem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7616. 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: Captain_Adrian_Signature.png Name: Captain_Adrian_Signature Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Cards_777.png Name: Cards 777 Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Demon_Adrian.png Name: Demon!Adrian Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Echo_Smile.png Name: Echo Smile Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Holding_Hands.png Name: Holding Hands Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Modern_Boat.png Name: DeltaQueen.jpg Author: Original image by Jeremy Atherton. Edited by Fantem. License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: Link Filename: Molotov.png Name: Molotov Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Old_Boat.jpg Name: Delta Queen Paducah.jpg Author: Original image by Shadle. Edited by Fantem. License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: Link Filename: Postcard.png Name: Postcard Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Postcard_info.png Name: Lisbon, Museum Nacional de Arte Antiga, unknown painter, the hell (detail-1).JPG Author: Unknown Painter. Uploaded by Dguendel. Edited by Fantem. License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Primrose.png Name: Primrose Author: Original image by Opossumistic. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Filename: JudgementBackground.png Name: JudgementBackground.jpg Author: Original image by Bradley Weber. Edited by Fantem. License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Link Filename: Sigil_Black.png Name: Sigil Black Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Sigil_Main.png Name: Sigil main Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Sigil_Trans.png Name: Sigil Trans Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Sigil_White.png Name: Sigil White Author: Fantem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7617 | euclid | SCP-7617 By: NDHeckfire Published on 27 Nov 2022 07:06 ▷ 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; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7617 - Let Me Be a Part of the Narrative, In the Story They Will Write Someday More by me! Item#: SCP-7617 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: As the nature of SCP-7617 has only been recently discovered by the Department of Metafictional Research, its containment procedures are still being drafted and are awaiting approval from Site-400's current site director. Description: SCP-7617 is the designation given to Junior Researcher Francis Selakkan, of Site-400's Department of Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation (MAUDE). SCP-7617 is a Caucasian adult male of British-Israeli descent, 161 centimeters in height with brown eyes and short black hair. Throughout recent observations conducted by the Department of Metafictional Research, SCP-7617 has been shown to possess an extremely low amount of pataphysical involvement potential. While baseline individuals have around at least 2 to 5 DMRGs1, SCP-7617 seems to only possess a reading of -3 at the time of writing, which is extremely unusual and completely unlikely for personnel employed by the Foundation. Essentially, this would mean that any and all developing narratives fundamentally avoid SCP-7617, as he doesn't have the required cynosure to be the focal point of a narrative. As such, he has, at the time of writing, successfully evaded being affected and/or killed by some external story-driven force. Addendum 7617-1, Recognized Events: The following is a list of events compiled by the Department of Metafictional Research that may have been attributed to SCP-7617's anomalous properties: Date & Time Event Description 23/4/2018 (1:21 PM) During a containment breach caused by an SCP-4310 instance2, the West Wing of Site-400, which also houses the personal quarters, was put on indefinite lockdown. Unfortunately, most of the Foundation personnel who were present in the Wing were killed by the SCP-4310 instance. SCP-7617, who was also present in the West Wing, was asleep during the breach, and therefore did not exit his quarters and encounter SCP-43103. 13/07/2019 (4:44 AM) In the midst of a raid conducted by the Chaos Insurgency, SCP-7617 (along with his colleagues from MAUDE) evacuated their workstations as per protocol and attempted to lock themselves within a nearby emergency shelter. However, on his way to the shelter, SCP-7617 was accidentally struck on the head by a fallen pipeline, and was knocked unconscious. His aforementioned colleagues, not noticing his absence, did not retrieve SCP-7617 and proceeded to enter the shelter without him. Thankfully, when Insurgency operatives arrived where SCP-7617 had fallen unconscious, they did not acknowledge him and moved on, possibly thinking that he was already dead. As a result of this, SCP-7617 is one of the few individuals who survived the raid. 02/09/2019 (11:43 AM) While an SCP-008 containment outbreak4 was plaguing the entirety of Site-400, SCP-7617 was safe at home, recovering from a head injury he sustained from the previous Chaos Insurgency raid. Addendum 7617-2, Incident Log: On December 7th, 2020, following ten seconds after the official posting of the above document to the SCiPnet server, SCP-7617, who was having lunch below an opened skylight roof in Site-400's main cafeteria, was struck by five consecutive lightning bolts and immediately died to internal burns and severe organ damage. Analysis of SCP-7617's corpse revealed that it now possesses a DMRG reading of 1, and is consequently no longer considered anomalous. His remains were subsequently cremated and stored within Site-400's residential columbarium. SCP-7617 has been reclassified to Neutralized as of this incident. Its main document will be updated shortly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7617" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7617. 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. DMRG: A unit of measurement used to calculate and give a rough quantification of an object's pataphysical involvement potential. 2. SCP-4310 is an anomalous carnivorous species of centipede that possesses a total length (from head to anus) of approximately 6.5 meters. 3. Later, SCP-7617 reported to on-site security that he was a very heavy sleeper, and thus did not overhear the alarm announcing the breach. 4. SCP-008 is a complex prion, the information and research of which is highly classified. |
SCP-7617 | neutralized | SCP-7617 By: NDHeckfire Published on 27 Nov 2022 07:06 ▷ 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; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7617 - Let Me Be a Part of the Narrative, In the Story They Will Write Someday More by me! Item#: SCP-7617 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: As the nature of SCP-7617 has only been recently discovered by the Department of Metafictional Research, its containment procedures are still being drafted and are awaiting approval from Site-400's current site director. Description: SCP-7617 is the designation given to Junior Researcher Francis Selakkan, of Site-400's Department of Mundane Artifacts and Uneventful Data Evaluation (MAUDE). SCP-7617 is a Caucasian adult male of British-Israeli descent, 161 centimeters in height with brown eyes and short black hair. Throughout recent observations conducted by the Department of Metafictional Research, SCP-7617 has been shown to possess an extremely low amount of pataphysical involvement potential. While baseline individuals have around at least 2 to 5 DMRGs1, SCP-7617 seems to only possess a reading of -3 at the time of writing, which is extremely unusual and completely unlikely for personnel employed by the Foundation. Essentially, this would mean that any and all developing narratives fundamentally avoid SCP-7617, as he doesn't have the required cynosure to be the focal point of a narrative. As such, he has, at the time of writing, successfully evaded being affected and/or killed by some external story-driven force. Addendum 7617-1, Recognized Events: The following is a list of events compiled by the Department of Metafictional Research that may have been attributed to SCP-7617's anomalous properties: Date & Time Event Description 23/4/2018 (1:21 PM) During a containment breach caused by an SCP-4310 instance2, the West Wing of Site-400, which also houses the personal quarters, was put on indefinite lockdown. Unfortunately, most of the Foundation personnel who were present in the Wing were killed by the SCP-4310 instance. SCP-7617, who was also present in the West Wing, was asleep during the breach, and therefore did not exit his quarters and encounter SCP-43103. 13/07/2019 (4:44 AM) In the midst of a raid conducted by the Chaos Insurgency, SCP-7617 (along with his colleagues from MAUDE) evacuated their workstations as per protocol and attempted to lock themselves within a nearby emergency shelter. However, on his way to the shelter, SCP-7617 was accidentally struck on the head by a fallen pipeline, and was knocked unconscious. His aforementioned colleagues, not noticing his absence, did not retrieve SCP-7617 and proceeded to enter the shelter without him. Thankfully, when Insurgency operatives arrived where SCP-7617 had fallen unconscious, they did not acknowledge him and moved on, possibly thinking that he was already dead. As a result of this, SCP-7617 is one of the few individuals who survived the raid. 02/09/2019 (11:43 AM) While an SCP-008 containment outbreak4 was plaguing the entirety of Site-400, SCP-7617 was safe at home, recovering from a head injury he sustained from the previous Chaos Insurgency raid. Addendum 7617-2, Incident Log: On December 7th, 2020, following ten seconds after the official posting of the above document to the SCiPnet server, SCP-7617, who was having lunch below an opened skylight roof in Site-400's main cafeteria, was struck by five consecutive lightning bolts and immediately died to internal burns and severe organ damage. Analysis of SCP-7617's corpse revealed that it now possesses a DMRG reading of 1, and is consequently no longer considered anomalous. His remains were subsequently cremated and stored within Site-400's residential columbarium. SCP-7617 has been reclassified to Neutralized as of this incident. Its main document will be updated shortly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7617" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7617. 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. DMRG: A unit of measurement used to calculate and give a rough quantification of an object's pataphysical involvement potential. 2. SCP-4310 is an anomalous carnivorous species of centipede that possesses a total length (from head to anus) of approximately 6.5 meters. 3. Later, SCP-7617 reported to on-site security that he was a very heavy sleeper, and thus did not overhear the alarm announcing the breach. 4. SCP-008 is a complex prion, the information and research of which is highly classified. |
SCP-7618 | keter | close Info X SCP-7618: The Fog More by CowscantgoMoo And in the morning, I wake up. And for a second, my brain is fogged. Foggy with the clearest of judgment. Fogged with the foresight of the future. And when time passes, When I can see clearly again, I'm trapped in the present. And the fog of the future strikes again. 5/7618 LEVEL 5/7618 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7618 Keter SCP-7618 occurring in an unpopulated area. Special Containment Procedures: In order to disprove the effects of SCP-7618 in the eyes of broader society, relationships between fog and deep introspection are to be perpetuated in pseudoscientific communities. Civilians experiencing intense effects of SCP-7618 must be led to believe their experience was caused by a combination of the placebo effect and hallucinations. If these measures prove unsuccessful, the subject will be administered Class-A amnestics and their earlier claims disproved. Foundation personnel must be kept indoors during an SCP-7618 event, under the guise of a highly dangerous anomaly that targets individuals in SCP-7618. In the event that a Foundation employee is affected by SCP-7618, they are to be approached by the Fire Suppression Department to ensure their employment..This containment measure has been reviewed by the Ethics Committee. No action was taken. Description: SCP-7618 is a cognitohazardous variation of fog, occurring in approximately 10% of all recorded instances. When a subject stands in SCP-7618, they will experience a brief hallucination of their possible futures. These futures are vague and largely defined through brief flashes and strong, emotional reactions. Despite the lack of evidence, all subjects will fully believe in the accuracy and possibility of these hallucinations. These beliefs can be nullified through the use of Class-A amnestics. Addendum 7618.1: Camera Log SCP-7618 manifested during an early morning fog around Site-17, with Sr. Researcher Patel being the only recorded subject to suffer its effects. This incident is logged below. CAMERA LOG Date: Sept. 17th, 2005 Subject: Senior Researcher Aditya Patel Context: Patel was taking a smoke break in the early morning. Countermeasures against SCP-7618's effects on Foundation employees have not been created at this time. «BEGIN LOG» (Patel steps out of Site-17's exterior doors into SCP-7618. He observes the city skyline and takes out a cigarette.) (Patel lights the cigarette and starts to smoke. He continues to smoke while scanning the parking lot.) SCP-7618 outside Site-17. (After a few minutes, all of Patel's muscles relax. His cigarette hangs loosely from his mouth as he stares at a fixed point in the distance.) (Patel looks to his right, away from the camera. He doesn't move for three minutes.) (Patel glances to his left. His muscles tense as he stares through SCP-7618. His eyes dart around nervously.) (Patel remains motionless for five minutes, occasionally shifting himself in accordance with the wind.) (Patel begins shaking and breaking down. His soft cries are muffled by a strong gust of wind.) (Patel wipes his face, takes a deep breath, and goes back inside.) «END LOG» Closing Notes: Patel has requested the termination of his Foundation contract. This request has been denied. The Fire Suppression Department is making efforts to convince him otherwise. Addendum 7618.2: Interview Following the events of 7618.1, Patel arranged to talk with a representative from the Human Resources and Fire Suppression Department, Manager Sandra Coles, regarding his experience with SCP-7618. INTERVIEW Date: Oct. 9th, 2005 Interviewer: HR Manager Sandra Coles Subject: Senior Researcher Aditya Patel «BEGIN LOG» Coles: Aditya, you've requested to leave the Foundation. Is this right? Patel: Uh, yes. I had a revelation a few weeks back and I don't think staying in the Foundation is right for me. Coles: Well, your contract with us was renewed about four months ago, meaning you can't terminate your employment here for another year. (She pauses and flips through a stack of papers.) Coles: But since this request has an anomalous connection, we're willing to allow a meeting. Patel: Renewed? I didn't renew my contract. Coles: Well, we didn't receive that request until after the window passed. Now since this is related to SCP-7618, this meeting could shed some light on what changed your mind. (Coles takes out a pre-filled contract from the stack of papers and pushes it towards Patel.) Coles: We'd hate to lose someone of your caliber. (Patel furrows his brows at Coles and glares at her. Coles glances at Patel and writes into her notepad.) Coles: Now, could you please explain what you saw in SCP-7618? (Pause.) Patel: Yeah. I saw my future. The whole thing, just laid out in front of me, clear as day. On my right, I wasn't in the Foundation. I was a real neuroscientist, the kind that solves real-world problems, not just anomalies that mascarade as science with a bedsheet on. Coles: Dr. Patel, there is important work to be done in the Foundation. Your efforts help us contain anomalies that, if they were to get out, would harm humanity and kill thousands, if not millions. (Patel looks down and massages the bridge of his nose.) Patel: (Tired) No, everything I've done here relates to some made-up, stupid "hazards" that shouldn't even exist. Cognitohazards, semiohazards, infohazards, studying this shit doesn't help the people that are dying from brain cancer or suffering from Alzheimer's, it just taunts God to make up more bullshit prefixes to add to the word 'hazards'. Coles: Oh, and working in mundane sciences is supposed to be "better"? Patel: (Exasperated) Do you know how much of a difference it makes seeing your mark on the world? Seeing the smiles of families that get to live because of research you did? It's everything I didn't know I lived for! Coles: Well, the Foundation- Patel: The Foundation doesn't count! Everything is buried under a mountain of paperwork and classified info. Everything and everyone! I can't have a personal life without having this job swallow me whole. Coles: Patel, I need you to change your attitude, or we can't continue this interview. This is highly unprofessional. (Patel looks noticeably annoyed.) Coles: What else did you see in the fog? (Patel shudders and takes a deep breath.) Patel: I had a wife, someone who took the time to sit down and understand me. Someone I could actually open up to. She was beautiful. Looking at her just felt so warm and- and cozy. Like someone actually loved me for me. I've always wanted kids and, wouldn't you know, I saw them too. And then I looked to my left. (The air conditioning starts up. A faint whirring sound of a fan is heard in the background.) Patel: Have you ever gotten that feeling when you can't remember anything you did yesterday? Like, you know you did something, you must have, but it's all a blur. Coles: If the fog was antimemetic, we can administer some mnestics if you need some. Patel: No, it was something different. Like I was staring at a blur of my life, looking at the whole picture but not wearing glasses. I just saw the same day happen over and over. I get up, I shower, I go to work, I work all day, I go home, I go to sleep. I get up, I shower, I go to work, I work all day, I go home, I go to sleep. I get up, I shower, I go to work- Coles: You've made your point. Patel: It was just filled with monotony. In the brief flashes where my personal life took form, like my mother's funeral.Patel's mother was recently diagnosed with Stage 2 brain cancer. This was presumed to affect Patel's hallucinations. or my dad remarrying, I was too addicted to the same gray color palette to look up from my life passing before my eyes. Coles: Sounds… colorful. Patel: I don't know, the whole experience just felt really trippy. Coles: That's because all of these "visions" are hallucinatory effects of the anomaly. There's no basis that these things are in your future. Patel: But- (Coles raises her hand to stop Patel.) Coles: Even if you think it was, that wasn't the future, it was a future. There's an incredibly small possibility that you would be able to achieve your dream life on your own, and there are a million ways to stop the worst future from happening. Now, I want to help you achieve one that helps not only yourself but also humanity as a whole. And what I need you to do… (Coles taps on the desk with her fingernails.) Coles: -is stay with us. (Silence. The fluorescent lights buzz quietly.) Patel: No. Even if it's a chance, I want to try. (Pause.) Patel: I'd like to resign. (The fluorescent lights buzz louder. Coles smacks her lips and sighs.) Coles: After your anomalous encounter, it's clear that you can't make an informed decision. You can't consent to resigning in your state. (Coles removes a sedative from her jacket pocket, outside of Patel's sight.) Coles: So I'll make this easier for the both of us. «END LOG» Closing Notes: After several attempts to convince him otherwise, Sr. Researcher Patel was administered Class-A amnestics and a false anomaly was engineered to keep personnel away from SCP-7618. Two years following this interview, Patel died as a result of a minor containment breach. His service in the Foundation during that time furthered the research of at least two dozen anomalies, along with co-authoring a paper on defensive practices against lethal memetics and semiohazards..The Fire Suppression Department worked to convince Patel to finish the paper by the deadline instead of attending his mother's funeral. This is the optimal, preferred future. + Level 5 Clearance, Only O5/EC Permitted - Access Granted, Welcome EC-1 Addendum 7618.3: Ethics Committee Intervention During the annual assessment of the Human Resources Department, the Ethics Committee found the Foundation's response to SCP-7618 essentially 'unethical' and brought up the topic during a pre-scheduled meeting with members of the O5 Council. EXCERPT OF MEETING TRANSCRIPT Date: Feb. 6th, 2008 Location: Site-02.Site-02 serves as the headquarters for the Human Resources Department and the Ethics Committee. They were separated from Site-01 in 1912 to ensure separation of power, as well as provide storage for high-priority anomalous objects that couldn't be kept in Site-01, on account of Site-01's "non-anomalous" policy. Members Present: O5-3, O5-7, O5-9, EC-1, EC-2 «BEGIN LOG» EC-1: Now, on the topic of SCP-7618, we've noticed that the containment protocols geared towards Foundation personnel seem unnecessarily harsh. O5-3: Which one is that again? EC-1: The cognitohazardous fog. The one that makes you- here, let me just pull it up for you. (EC-1 accesses SCP-7618's file and shows it to O5-3.) O5-3: Oh, that one. What about it? EC-1: The containment procedures. Is it really necessary to amnestize our personnel- O5-7: (interrupting) Here we go again. EC-1: (louder) No, we can’t erase our personnel's memories simply because their actions are inconvenient to us! We have- O5-7: (interrupting) No, you can’t complain about the FSD! If you get complacent with personnel, they’ll- O5-9: (raises hand) Seven, stop. This is getting us nowhere. (O5-9 motions to EC-1 to continue.) O5-9: (strained) Please. Enlighten us. (EC-1 takes a deep breath and folds his hands together.) EC-1: I've been meaning to say this for a while. What's the point of the Fire Suppression Department? I get it, it's for employee retention, but the Human Resources Department was already taking care of it! When an employee wants to quit, yes, we don't want them to leave. It was fine in the beginning when we were offering benefits, to show that we appreciated them, but once people found out about it, they started abusing the system, saying they were going to quit just to get extra vacation days. EC-1: Of course, that was a problem. Budget cuts meant there would be fewer benefits if someone tried to quit, but that wasn't grounds to abandon that approach altogether! What were you thinking?! (Pause. O5-7 maintains direct eye contact with EC-1.) EC-1: People still have the right to choose what to do with their lives. They work with us because it's the better option. If the GOC started to have better working conditions and listened to their workers, and we didn't, people would start working for them in droves! O5-7: (loudly) That's different! That’s because- (O5-9 elbows O5-7 and clears her throat. O5-7 glares back at O5-9 and EC-1, and clenches his fist.) EC-1: I've seen the changes you've made behind our back. "If an associate doesn't request a change in the allotted time, their contract will be automatically renewed for another year." It's bullshit! And then, once people actually start to notice what's happening around them- (EC-1 points towards the open SCP-7618 file.) EC-1: You wipe their memories and send them back to work. Why? Are you scared? Are you scared that, given the choice, no one would work for the Foundation anymore? One guy wants to leave and suddenly it's the end of containment as we know it. O5-7: Have you read the footnote?! His work was invaluable to us! EC-1: And if he didn't do it, somebody else would've. What's the point of it? Why go through all this trouble just to avoid getting better? (Pause.) EC-1: Human Resources is our field. Get your 'Fire Suppression Department' out of it. That's our job. (EC-1 sits down in his chair. While maintaining eye contact with the O5 Council members, he firmly shakes EC-2’s hand.) O5-7: If I may offer a rebuttal… (O5-7 looks over to O5-9, who nods in approval.) O5-7: Great. Now, Chairman, do you know why we established the Fire Suppression Department? Why we insisted on having our own section in the HR Department, instead of delegating it all to you? (EC-1 opens his mouth to speak, but gets interrupted by O5-7.) O5-7: Because you got rid of the D-Class program. Granted, it wasn’t being used much anyway, but you got rid of a very important part of Human Resources. The human resource. O5-7: We’re dealing with deadly work, we have to remove autonomy somewhere, and D-Class personnel served as a way to get someone to do the dirty work. Someone to go in the containment cell to see if the anomaly is docile, someone to send to their grave so we know what we’re dealing with, someone to send into a fire so no one of importance has to get burned. (Pause.) O5-7: So that leaves our personnel, and they already suffer enough. They feel the weight of the world on their shoulders, and watching the D-Class served as a reminder that at least someone had it worse. Without that, the only thing left to do is to exercise caution and introspect on your own life. O5-7: I want to remind you that we aren’t any better than mundane life because we give mundane life a special sense of comfort from the shit we have to deal with. One can be forgiven for yearning for that type of life, living in blissful ignorance. But we cannot allow them to leave. (Pause. EC-1 scratches the table in frustration.) O5-7: Personnel are our human resource now. And we can’t afford to lose any of it. (Pause.) O5-3: (claps hands) Okay, I think we both have made our point about- (squints to read file) 7618, but I think we should make a vote for it. O5-3: All in favor of revising SCP-7618’s containment procedures? (EC-1 and EC-2 raise their hands.) O5-3: All opposed? (O5-3, O5-7, and O5-9 raise their hands.) O5-3: So it’s settled. (O5-3 knocks on the table two times, imitating the sound of a gavel.) O5-9: And that’s why there’s thirteen of us and only nine of you. «END LOG» More From This Author More From This Author CowscantgoMoo's Works SCPs SCP-7915 (+44) • SCP-7152 (+72) • SCP-7215 (+104) • SCP-8026 (+12) • SCP-7315 (+30) • SCP-7196 (+23) • SCP-7415 (+21) • SCP-6438 (+24) • Tales/GoI Formats Insurer's Regret (+13) • Other CowscantgoMoo's Author Page (+12) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7618" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7618. 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-7619 | ticonderoga | Neutralization has been cancelled. They're beautiful. Black hole sun Won't you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun, won't you come, won't you come? ( Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden ) SCP-7619 - Ride the Waves With Me, Dear ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7619 Level2 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7619 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7619 is to be tracked and documented by Mobile Task Force Sigma-9 ("Nightwatch"). Task force operatives are equipped with specialized radios calibrated to detect SCP-7619's anomalous emissions. Any sightings of SCP-7619 are to be covered up with false meteorological explanations. Observations of SCP-7619's movements, behavior, and emissions must be promptly reported to Site-901 for analysis and research. Description: SCP-7619 is an aerial serpentiforme organism measuring approximately 90 kilometers in length. It possesses the ability to fly, although the mechanism behind its flight remains unknown. Currently, SCP-7619 resides in the thermosphere. During daylight hours, SCP-7619 feeds on solar light, rendering it invisible to non-anomalous technology. SCP-7619 emits various patterns and wavelengths of light, often transitioning through multiple colors. However, it predominantly appears as a large streak of green light. SCP-7619 favors locations near the Antarctic continent in the southern hemisphere. Notably, SCP-7619 emits wavelengths that are lower than standard radiowaves, making them undetectable by conventional radios. However, Foundation radios have been specifically designed to receive these anomalous wavelengths. Exposure to SCP-7619's emissions induces a mild cognitohazardous effect, creating a sense of nervousness and worry in those who perceive them. To: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid From: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait Subject: SCP-7619 I hope you're doing okay. I stumbled upon a little problem concerning SCP-7619, and it's been acting a bit more lively lately. You know, moving around a lot more than it should be. And there was this one day when it forgot to camouflage itself. It was a bit of a disaster. We had to come up with this whole fake story about "Solar Auroras" to throw people off. I mean, we even went as far as creating a fake Wikipedia article. Can you believe it? Anyway, it's been a rough ride, and I was really hoping to get your input on this. I could use a fresh perspective, you know? Things are getting a bit chaotic, and I'm feeling a tad overwhelmed. We're trying to get it to stop but we have no clue what to do. I know you're busy with all your important work, but if you could find a moment to respond, it would mean the world to me. Seriously, any help or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Thanks a lot, and I hope to hear from you soon! - Rosanne To: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait From: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid Subject: Re:SCP-7619 Rosanne, I hope this email finds you well. I couldn't help but sense a tinge of worry in your recent message, and while I appreciate your concern, allow me to pose a simple question: What exactly do you expect me to do in this situation? We're dealing with a creature of colossal proportions here, surpassing any other SCP in the records—at least as far as my knowledge goes. Now, if you happen to have any insightful suggestions as to why this behemoth is behaving with increasing unpredictability, I'm all ears. Feel free to enlighten me with your brilliant insights. After all, we're all here to share knowledge and work towards containment, right? However, if you find yourself bereft of such groundbreaking theories, I must confess that my time might be better spent elsewhere. You're the best researcher on this thing, I'm confident in you. Regards, Director Joans. To: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid From: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait Subject: Re:SCP-7619 About that. The New York Times. All the news that's fit to print New phenomena spotted in the North: Another Moonlight Streak? SCP-7619-B Addendum: During an oil mining operation near Alaska, personnel from Noss Oil Industries inadvertently discovered an additional instance of SCP-7619, designated SCP-7619-B. Subsequent to the discovery, SCP-7619-A abruptly ceased its movement, coinciding with both SCP-7619-A and SCP-7619-B emitting identical wavelengths. Individuals exposed to these wavelengths reported experiencing a heightened sense of nervousness. In the aftermath of these events, SCP-7619-A initiated its movement towards the stationary SCP-7619-B. As a precautionary measure, personnel located in the Northern Hemisphere were advised to make necessary preparations for an Amida-class disruption event. To: ten.pics|senojrotcerid#ten.pics|senojrotcerid From: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait Subject: SCP-7619 Breach Hey Joans. I'm in a real bind here and could really use your help. Have you seen the absolute chaos that SCP-7619 has been causing lately? This thing is moving at an insane speed, flying over cities and towns left and right. People are freaking out, and we're left scrambling to come up with these ridiculous stories about a giant streak of light cruising through South America. I mean, seriously, it's getting out of hand. I'm reaching out to you, because I need your support real fucking bad. We can't handle this on our own anymore. I'm talking more resources, more manpower, anything to deal with this situation before it spirals completely out of control. We've got to find a way to neutralize this thing, and fast. - Rosanne To: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait From: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid Subject: Re:SCP-7619 Breach Rosanne, I understand your frustration, trust me, I really do. We're both doing our best to handle this situation. But here's the truth: we're stuck between a rock and a hard place. This SCP is unlike anything we've dealt with before, and shooting it down is simply not an option, as much as we might wish it were. I've poured significant resources into misinformation campaigns, spending thousands of dollars to keep the public in the dark about this damn thing. But despite our efforts, people just aren't buying it. It's incredibly frustrating, I know. Rosanne, please understand that I'm giving it my all here. I'm doing everything within my power to contain this anomaly and mitigate its impact. But right now, we're grasping at straws. If, by some miracle, we discover a way to neutralize it, you'll be the first to know. I promise you that. Regards, Director Joans SCP-7619-A persisted in its approach towards SCP-7619-B. Despite multiple attempts at neutralization, SCP-7619-B retaliated by emitting highly disruptive wavelengths, some of which were perceptible through non-anomalous means. A notable incident occurred when Anti-Matter Cannons were deployed against SCP-7619-B, triggering the release of wavelengths that induced a comatose state in those exposed to them. To: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid From: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait Subject: SCP-7619-B Joans, It's getting critical with SCP-7619-A. We've exhausted every resource at our disposal, even resorting to experimenting with risky conceptual anomalies to halt its progress. The waves coming from SCP-7619-B are getting worse, some poor dude listened to it and was immediately knocked out, he's been on life support for a few hours now. If you have any ideas, any shred of hope, please share them with us. Site-901 is positioned right below where SCP-7619-B is expected to be. We need to act fast. Time is running out, Joans. We're counting on your support and expertise. Any assistance you can provide would be a lifesaver. - Rosanne To: ten.pics|ennasoranait#ten.pics|ennasoranait From: ten.pics|snaojrotcerid#ten.pics|snaojrotcerid Subject: Re:SCP-7619-B Neutralization has been cancelled. They're beautiful. SCP-7619-A and SCP-7619-B have established a stationary presence within the confines of the North Pole. Observations indicate that the wavelengths emitted by both entities are consistently described as evoking feelings of "contentment" and "being beloved" across all witnesses. Update: Recently, researchers at the Department of Miscommunications and the Department of Interstellar Languages have successfully translated the waves emitted by SCP-7619-A to SCP-7619-B into English through various methodologies. In the language of old, with love profound, I pen a poem from depths unbound, From Querasthen, this heartfelt verse, To Seraphine, my love immersed. Oh, my dearest Seraphine, so long apart, Centuries passed, a void in my heart, Through ethereal skies, we danced in flight, Twin souls aglow, bathed in celestial light. In realms afar, our paths diverged, But still, my love for you surged, Through time and space, my heart's desire, Yearning to rekindle passion's fire. I traversed the heavens, chasing your trace, Through constellations, stars, and space, Across the Earth, I roamed, seeking signs, To reunite with you, my love entwined. With ancient words, this ode I impart, From Querasthen, eternally linked at heart, Rejoicing in our reunion, after ages long, Seraphine, my love, our bond is strong. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-6160 (+76) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-7084 (+169) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-7973 (+68) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-7155 (+58) • Tales/GoI Formats in her arms, (+35) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • VILE (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Other Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • A timely death. 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} @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @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); 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Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A N/A N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Entrances to SCP-7620 should be sealed and a chain-link fence installed around the property. Agents posing as employees from Foundation front company Samson & Clarke Properties are to monitor the house and detain any civilians attempting to enter the property. DESCRIPTION SCP-7620 manifests as a hallway of indeterminate length, with white wooden doors on either side of the corridor. Approximately 87% of these doors are locked. Each unlocked door leads to separate rooms with frequently changing interiors. However, there are a few commonalities in each room being that the rooms are unlit, and furnished similarly to the rest of the house. The interior of SCP-7620 is completely unlit, and furnished similarly to the rest of the house. To this date, no records of the property's ownership or the house's construction have been found. ADDENDUM 7620-1 — DISCOVERY On 2001/06/11, the Department of Global Surveillance intercepted a text message sent from an unused phone number to another unused phone number. Both numbers' area code suggested that they were from Michigan, specifically the Mnemosyne area. The message consisted of a video, recorded on a cell phone camera. Transcript of Recovered Video Evidence [BEGIN LOG] [Visible on the video is a bald man's face, taken from a low angle. The face it lit by a dim light, presumably from the cell phone camera. The surroundings are entirely dark. The man speaks in a low tone.] UNKNOWN: Peter Reginald. Forty-eight. Born on March 13, 1953. [Pauses.] I'm stuck. I'm stuck. [The camera turns to face a long, dark hallway.] [Heavy breathing.] UNKNOWN: Peter Reginald. Forty-eight. Born on— on March 13, 1954. No— 53. Shit. Whoever you are, I'm stuck in here. This— this hallway. Please. Help me. Or send someone. Just— something, anything. [Pause.] UNKNOWN: Please. [Continued heavy breathing.] UNKNOWN: Peter— Peter Reginald. Forty-eight. March 13, 1953. [continued heavy breathing.] UNKNOWN: I'm stuck. I— fuck. I don't even know who you are. There's numbers in my contacts list and I don't know any of them. There's photos in my phone of people— people I don't even know. [Pause.] UNKNOWN: Whose phone is this? [END LOG] Two years later, on 2003/05/06, agents embedded in the Mnemosyne Police Department alerted the Foundation of a cold case involving two missing teenagers. Though the police report had been filed nearly three months ago, no birth certificates, school attendance records, or other public evidence of the teenagers' existence could be found. The identity of the police officer who filed the report was also unknown. The report notes that they were last spotted by civilians entering the house containing SCP-7620. ADDENDUM 7620-2 — EXPLORATION LOG The following transcript was discovered in the SCP-7620 file directory on 02/05/2005. Metadata on the file suggests that it was uploaded to SCiPNet servers on 2005/12/01 by user AGraves03. No records of such a user exist, however, APPKE1 encoding information shows that the file was properly keyed and coded using a valid Foundation-issued token. Exploration Log 01 (D-55159) [BEGIN LOG] GRAVES: D-55159, can you hear me? D-55159: I— uh, yeah. GRAVES: Good. Please make your way into the hallway. D-55159: Yeah, yeah. [D-55159 enters SCP-7620. The interior is incredibly dark and indistinct.] D-55159: Can't see shit in here. GRAVES: There should be a flashlight in your backpack. D-55159: Oh, ok. [Sounds of a zipper opening and closing.] Found it. [D-55159 turns on the flashlight. The interior of SCP-7620 is now easily discernible. The floor is beige and carpeted, similar to the rest of the house. Along the walls of the hallway are hundreds of white wooden doors, all closed. The anomaly has no visible end in sight. It is completely quiet.] Camera still, showing the interior of SCP-7620. D-55159: Wha— this is fuckin' creepy. GRAVES: D-55159, can you try to open one of the doors? [D-55159 attempts to open the door closest to himself, on the left. It does not open.] D-55159: Locked. GRAVES: What about the one to your right? [D-55159 wiggles the door handle on the next door.] D-55159: Also locked. GRAVES: Okay. Make your way down the hallway and see if you can get any of the doors open. D-55159: It's a little chilly in here. [A quiet snapping noise is heard behind D-55159. Neither D-55159 nor GRAVES take notice.] GRAVES: There's a jacket in the pack if you need it. D-55159: No, no, I'm alright. Just noticing. [Extraneous logs removed.] D-55159: Shit. Hey. Uh, Doctor… GRAVES: Graves. D-55159: Graves. The door opened. [D-55159 turns the doorknob and opens the door. The room inside has a low ceiling and is extremely long. A long table stands in the center of the room and is covered in a number of dishes of food. Visible under the flashlight beam is a large rotisserie chicken and a bowl of moldy peas.] D-55159: Guess I won't have to worry about food, huh. GRAVES: Take some samples of the food. [D-55159 approaches one of the dishes on the table to take a sample. The dish is comprised entirely of a black tar-like substance. D-55159 opens his backpack and takes a sample of the black substance. He continues down the table and takes samples of several other plates of "food", including a bowl full of rocks, a severed human hand on a plate, and a partially-burned book, presented on a large gleaming platter.] GRAVES: What's it about? [D-55159 gingerly picks up the book.] D-55159: Uh… something, something of the Lakes of Mnemosyne. I don't know, it's burnt— charred off. GRAVES: What's inside? D-55159: [D-55159 opens the book.] It, it's… blurry. GRAVES: What do you mean? D-55159: I can't see it. It's like the words are just… out of focus. GRAVES: Bag it. [D-55159 places the book in a plastic bag and stows it in his backpack. He makes his way back to the door and continues down the hallway.] [Silence. D-55159 continues down the hallway, checking doors as he walks.] GRAVES: It's been two hours. Do you want to take a break? D-55159: Yes please. [D-55159 sits down on the floor.] D-55159: The, uh, small zipper on the backpack is gone. GRAVES: Did the slider come off? D-55159: No— the entire zipper just… disappeared. There's just fabric. GRAVES: Are you sure there was a zipper there before? D-55159: Yeah, I swear it was there before. It’s like if I forget about something for too long, it just gets… eaten up. GRAVES: Alright, noted. Can you still get into the backpack? D-55159: Yeah, yeah. [D-55159 opens his backpack and pulls out a granola bar.] [Sounds of chewing. A sound similar to glass cracking is audible in the background. Neither D-55159 nor GRAVES take notice.] D-55159: Y'know, this place kinda reminds me of the place I grew up in. Well, the third place I grew up in. Minus the endless hallway and all the darkness. And it had green walls. GRAVES: Third place you grew up in? D-55159: Yeah, third. [REDACTED], Erebus Lane, [REDACTED].2 Funny name, huh? "Erebus". That place was pretty nice, all things considered. And that family wasn't half bad, either. What about you? GRAVES: I'm not sure I'm permitted— D-55159: [Interrupting.] Come on, you said it yourself. We've been here for two hours already. With all due respect, loosen up a little! GRAVES: Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right. [Pauses.] I think I got lucky. With the whole childhood thing, you know? Loving parents, stable household, nice school. Hell, I even got along with my sister. D-55159: Really? GRAVES: Well, mostly. What about you? D-55159: Never liked my brother. Always winning trophies, being nominated for this or that. The favorite. Some of the families just said it bluntly, but even the ones who claimed to not have a favorite… well, you could tell from their eyes. [Chewing.] I don't know. I guess it wasn't his fault. GRAVES: Do you still know him? D-55159: I— not really. He lives in Wisconsin now, I think. He's a professor at whatever whatever technical college or some shit. "Professor Terrence Mallow". [Pauses.] What about yours? GRAVES: Funny you ask, she works here actually. D-55159: What, you two run this together? GRAVES: [Laughs.] No, she works for the Foundation. Task force or something. [D-55159 finishes eating his granola bar and continues down the hallway. Extraneous logs removed.] [A thudding sound is audible in the background. This time, D-55159 notices.] D-55159: Shit! What was that? GRAVES: Unsure. Proceed with caution. D-55159: Yeah. [An hour passes as D-55159 unsuccessfully continues to attempt to open doors.] D-55159: You know what I noticed? GRAVES: What? [A quiet snapping sound is heard in the background. Neither D-55159 nor GRAVES notice.] D-55159: The doors. I never closed any of them. But look— [D-55159 turns the camera back towards the direction he came in from.] all closed. GRAVES: Good eye, noted. D-55159: I— thanks. [No more sounds are detected. Finally, after three hours, D-55159 approaches an unlocked door. He turns the doorknob and slowly pushes the door open.] D-55159: Hey, uh, Graves? GRAVES: [Startled.] Oh, shit, I fell asleep— go ahead D-55159. D-55159: There's— there's another room. [D-55159 enters the room and shines their flashlight inside. The room is massive with the exact metrics of the room unknown. The ceiling is tall and vaulted, and the space is bathed in a dim red light coming from a large, circular window on the far end of the room. Along the walls of the room are hundreds of pieces of furniture and boxes stacked up to the ceiling.] D-55159: Holy shit. It looks like… a church, almost. Whose— whose stuff do you think this is? GRAVES: I don’t know. D-55159: Everything here looks… used. There’s marks on all the furniture. It’s like someone used to own this stuff and then it just got… sucked up. [Silence.] GRAVES: Check if there's anything in the furniture over there. D-55159: Okay. [Pauses.] Huh. It's even colder in here. It's like a giant freezer. GRAVES: Noted. [D-55159 approaches the stack of furniture closest to him. It is constructed of a bookshelf stacked on top of three chairs, with a large leather recliner on top of the bookshelf.] D-55159: It's… just normal furniture. There's like an inch of dust on it, though. GRAVES: Are there any labels on them? Tags? [D-55159 crouches underneath one of the chairs and points his flashlight at a small white tag on the chair.] D-55159: [REDACTED] Home Products, based in… Sydney.3 GRAVES: Noted. What about the bookshelf? Is there anything on it? D-55159: I don't think I can reach it. GRAVES: Hmm. Can you try climbing up? D-55159: I… sure. [D-55159 attempts to climb the stack of chairs. He grabs a chair just above his head and hoists himself up.] D-55159: You know, this place has got like a weird aura, you know what I mean? GRAVES: Elaborate. D-55159: It feels like someone died in here. I don’t know. [Silence. D-55159 continues to climb.] D-55159: It feels almost like a museum. No, a graveyard. GRAVES: What makes you say that? D-55159: Not sure. But where do you think all this stuff came from? GRAVES: Nobody knows. It’s an anomaly, plain and simple. D-55159: I’m… not so sure. [D-55159 reaches the top of the tower of chairs, and peers into the bookshelf, unstrapping his camera from his chest and lifting it up. The bookshelf is not filled with books; instead, it is filled with what appear to be children's toys and silverware. Visible under the flashlight's beam, a stuffed toy of an unknown animal, a piece of climbing equipment, a wooden ball, and a shattered plate can be seen.] D-55159: Can— can you see that? GRAVES: Yeah, yeah, that's perfect. D-55159: It's all just… household stuff. GRAVES: Take a sample of one of the toys. D-55159: Let me— [D-55159 balances himself on one of the chairs.] —there we go. [D-55159 opens his backpack and pulls out a sample pouch. He pulls a snow globe off the shelf and places it into the pouch. The snow globe depicts a snowy town, with the words "Hellbourne, MI" emblazoned in red on the side.4] GRAVES: This might be stretching it, but are you able to reach the upper shelf? D-55159: I— sure, I can try. [D-55159 reaches up and grabs the top shelf of the bookshelf, and hoists himself up to the top of the stack of chairs.] [D-55159 shines the flashlight up at the upper shelf and sticks the camera into it. Visible on the shelf are dozens of stacks of paper, neatly stacked and organized. D-55159 pulls a piece of paper off the top of a stack.] D-55159: Paper. It looks printed. Uh, [Points flashlight at paper.] "Title Deed [REDACTED], Mnemosyne, MI." [D-55159 pulls another piece of paper off the stack.] D-55159: "Grandma Lonnie's Recipe for Par"— "Parprips"? GRAVES: Can you spell it out? D-55159: P-a-r-p-r-i-p-s. Parprips. GRAVES: Never heard of it. Bag it. D-55159: You got it. [D-55159 places the piece of paper into a small baggie and stows it away in his backpack.] GRAVES: Can you see anything else? D-55159: Not really. GRAVES: Alright. [Pauses.] It's getting late, I'd suggest you find a place to make camp. D-55159: Thank god. I'm hungry. [D-55159 slowly begins to climb down the stack of chairs. The camera suddenly slips down.] D-55159: [Sudden intake of breath.] Ouch. Shit. GRAVES: D-55159, are you okay? D-55159: Damn. Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Just a sprain. GRAVES: Do you need to— D-55159: No, no, don't worry. [Laughs.] It's been here for years. Never healed. GRAVES: Damn, how'd you get it? D-55159: They had me doing a test back at the site. My first test, actually. GRAVES: Damn. How long ago was that? D-55159: Like… Jesus, it's been a decade, hasn't it? [Pauses.] I've been with you guys for quite a while. GRAVES: You've been here longer than I have. D-55159: I— [Sighs.] God, it was 12, 13 years ago? I— [Screams.] [D-55159 falls backwards off the stack of chairs, landing with a loud thump on the carpet.] D-55159: Auugh! Fuck! GRAVES: Jesus Christ, you okay? D-55159: [Panting.] Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, yeah. I— yeah, I'm alright. GRAVES: Christ, can you still walk? [D-55159 grunts as he attempts to stand up.] D-55159: I— I think so. GRAVES: Let's just find a place to sleep. [D-55159 limps out of the room back into the hallway.] D-55159: Fuck, I'm tired— [D-55159 suddenly stops and turns around as a thump can be heard behind him. In the distance, a door can be seen opening and slamming shut.] GRAVES: What was that? [D-55159 dims his flashlight and quietly begins walking towards the source of the sound. He approaches the door.] D-55159: [Whispering.] In here. [D-55159 attempts to turn the door handle. It opens.] D-55159: I swear to god this was locked before. Shit, this is fucked. Graves? GRAVES: Stay calm. You've got a knife in the bag. [D-55159 opens his backpack and searches for the knife.] D-55159: It— it's not in here. GRAVES: What do you mean? We triple-checked back at base. D-55159: There's nothing here. GRAVES: Check the top pocket. D-55159: [Sounds of fabric shifting.] Nope. Nothing. It's gone. [Pauses.] I have this metal water bottle. GRAVES: Yeah, use that. [D-55159 raises the bottle above his head and slowly opens the door.] D-55159: It's so dark in here. It's— even darker than the rest of this place. GRAVES: Noted. [D-55159 shines his flashlight into the room. The walls inside are pitch black, and the interior is incredibly dark. In the room is a desk and a chair. In the chair is a human figure, sitting up.] D-55159: It's a… shit, it's a person. GRAVES: Are they alive? D-55159: No, no. [D-55159 walks towards the chair and turns to face the figure in the chair. It is female, seemingly in their late twenties. They are wearing a tactical uniform emblazoned with the Foundation logo. The name "SIERRA GRAVES" can be seen written on the front of the uniform. They are unblinking and unmoving.] GRAVES: [Screams.] Sierra?! Oh, oh god. Is it her? Is she alive? [D-55159 places his fingers on her wrist.] D-55159: I— I don't know. She's cold. GRAVES: Oh, oh fuck. No, that can't be her. That— that can't be— D-55159: It's just the anomaly. It— it's just the anomaly. Don't worry. GRAVES: You— you're right. D-55159: She's at the site, remember. She's okay. GRAVES: Yeah, yeah, no. You— you're right. Thank you. D-55159: It— fuck, it's just staring at me. GRAVES: Um— D-55159, check, check the desk. D-55159: Yeah. Whatever you say. [The camera points at the desk. Under the light of the flashlight, a large steaming plate of casserole is visible.] D-55159: Food. It's a casserole. GRAVES: Take a sample. D-55159: Yeah, yeah. [Pauses.] You know, it smells like something my mom used to make. Well, one of— you know what I mean. [D-55159 moves the flashlight closer to the dish to take a sample.] D-55159: Huh. That's the same casserole dish she used to use as well. Odd. [Sounds of fabric.] Hey. The other samples are gone. GRAVES: Did it fall out? D-55159: No, there's no holes or anything. GRAVES: Interesting. Noted. Is there anything else you can find? D-55159: There's… hey, a knife! [D-55159's camera pans toward a knife on the table. It is identical in appearance to the Foundation-issue knife given to D-55159 at the beginning of the exploration.] GRAVES: Shit, that's where the knife went. D-55159: What the hell? Do you think it's still safe to— to use it? GRAVES: [Pauses.] Yes, I think it's okay. [D-55159 takes the knife and places it in his backpack.] D-55159: Thanks. That— I feel a little safer. GRAVES: Good. Is— is there anything in the drawers? [D-55159 checks each of the drawers, one by one. In the bottommost door, a small vial containing a brown liquid can be seen. However, neither D-55159 nor GRAVES notice it.] D-55159: No, I don't think so. GRAVES: Alright. It's getting late, I'd suggest you make camp here. [Extraneous logs removed.] [D-55159 opens his backpack and takes out a sleeping bag and a pack of rations. He unrolls the sleeping bag in the corner of the room. Additionally, he takes out a lantern and a can opener from the bag before closing it.] D-55159: Hey, there's only rations in here for a single day. GRAVES: I swear we packed enough for a month, at least. D-55159: The fuck? Where'd it— [D-55159 starts.] D-55159: Wait. Hold on. What's that? [D-55159 turns the camera towards the corner of the room. There, a tall, wooden door can be seen. A black metal mailbox is attached to the wall next to the door.] GRAVES: That wasn't there earlier, was it? D-55159: [Quietly.] No, I don't think it was. [D-55159 steps towards the door.] D-55159: Shit. GRAVES: D-55159, be careful— D-55159: It smells familiar. GRAVES: Familiar? D-55159: I— I can't place it. No, no, it's eerie. It— it's like it knows me. GRAVES: What do you mean? It "knows" you? D-55159: I don't know why— I, I can't do it. GRAVES: D-55159. Take a breath. [D-55159 quickly inhales and exhales. His camera feed is visibly shaking.] GRAVES: A deep breath. [D-55159 takes a long breath. The camera stabilizes.] GRAVES: You can do this. D-55159: I— GRAVES: You can do it. Open the door. [D-55159 places a hand on the doorknob and opens the door. He points his flashlight inside. On the other side of the door is a what appears to be a small kitchen, with wood-paneled flooring and green walls. Like the rest of the anomaly, the room is completely dark. D-55159: I know this. I know this. GRAVES: You know this? What do you mean? D-55159: I've been here before. [The camera pans to the side of the kitchen, where another room is visible beyond the doorframe. D-55159 approaches the other room.] D-55159: I lived here. GRAVES: D-55159? Are you okay? [Under the flashlight beam, the other room is now fully visible. It is small and carpeted, with a couch against the wall. On the other side of the room is a cabinet, with a 1950s era television on top of it.] GRAVES: Does the TV work? [D-55159 turns on the TV. It begins to play static.] GRAVES: Huh. I guess not. [Silence. D-55159 does not move.] GRAVES: D-55159? [Silence.] GRAVES: D-55159? D-55159: Whose house do you think this is? GRAVES: I— I don't know. Nobody's. D-55159: I think I know what— [D-55159 abruptly stops speaking and turns around. Loud footsteps can be heard in the other room. He tiptoes towards the doorway to the kitchen.] GRAVES: What— [A dark indistinct figure can be seen in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. The figure has dark hair and glasses.] D-55159: Terrence? What are you— [The figure begins to run out of the room. As the camera turns to face the figure, it can be spotted leaving the kitchen and running into the hallway. D-55159 begins to follow the figure, eventually breaking into a sprint.] GRAVES: Stop! This isn't safe! [D-55159 does not respond, and follows the figure down the hallway.] GRAVES: Can you hear me? Stop running! [D-55159 continues to run down the hallway. The figure can be seen opening a door in the distance. As D-55159 follows, the door closes.] D-55159: It was this one, it was this one, right? GRAVES: D-55157— 55159, please don't do— D-55159: It was this one, I know it! [D-55159 tries to open the door but it is locked. He steps back and kicks it hard with the heel of his shoe and it opens.] GRAVES: Be careful, this is— D-55159: I know what this is. [Heavy breathing.] [He walks into the room. It is small and empty. The ceiling is low. D-55159 shuts the door behind him and collapses into a corner.] GRAVES: D-55159? Can you hear me? D-55159: I think I know what this is. Yeah. It's everything. GRAVES: What? Please, calm— D-55159: No, no, you're not getting it. I know why those rooms seemed familiar. It was mine. [Heavy breathing.] D-55159: It's eating everything up. Don't you understand? Everything. GRAVES: Please, calm down and explain— D-55159: I am explaining! I don't exist anymore. Your sister doesn't exist. Soon you won't either. It eats its up and eats it up and then— GRAVES: What eats it up? Please, I'm trying to understand— D-55159: The hallway! This is all that ever was. This is all that ever will be. [Heavy breathing. Whimpering.] There's no gods. There's no monsters. [Quiet sobbing.] D-55159: It's just the hallway. That's all it ever was. [Silence.] D-55159: That's all it's ever been. [Silence.] [Suddenly, the silence is broken by a loud rap on the door. D-55159 stands up and approaches the door.] GRAVES: D-55159, please be careful— [He opens the door. There, standing in front of him is a man, identical in appearance to D-55159, wearing a backpack and holding a camera. They speak in unison.] D-55159 & UNKNOWN: You know where to find me. [The camera cuts out.] [END LOG] No records of a "D-55159" exist in Foundation records. No records of a "Dr. Graves" has been found to be involved in the SCP-7620 project. No records of an agent named "Sierra Graves" exist in Foundation records. No evidence of a "Terrence Mallow" teaching in a college in Wisconsin has been found. Directly after the uploading of the following file, multiple references were found within Foundation databases to non-existent sites. The cause of this is under investigation. The Department of Eschatological Studies is currently determining the significance of SCP-7620. Footnotes 1. Authentication-based Public/Private Key Encryption. Developed by RAISA in 1998, APPKE is an encryption-based cryptographic file authentication system, relying on Diffie-Hellman key exchange. See Galen et al., 2005. 2. This address does not exist. 3. No records of this company have been found. 4. No such city, town, or township has been found to exist. |
SCP-7621 | euclid | by ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7621 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the fact that SCP-7621 requires other anomalies to function, active containment procedures are not considered necessary. Instead, containment efforts are to be focused on locating and acquiring anomalous dice before civilians inadvertently trigger SCP-7621’s effect. Description: SCP-7621 is a phenomenon in which dice possessing anomalous properties will undergo a change in their effect after being placed in any container referred to as a “dice jail”. All possible synonyms of “dice jail” will also activate SCP-7621, including but not limited to: dice prison die detention facility d6 penitentiary bones lockup rolling stone place of imprisonment plastic cube penal institution luck implement oubliette Manifestation Logs: The following logs are an example of several SCP-7621 manifestations. Full list of SCP-7621 manifestations is available upon request. Die Number: SCP-7621-1 Initial Anomaly: A twenty-sided die that is abnormally loud when rolled. Final Anomaly: A twenty-sided die capable of speech. Notes: This is the first recorded manifestation of SCP-7621, discovered when its owners got annoyed at how loud it was and jokingly put it in a box to “think about what it’s done.” It then proceeded to relentlessly insult its owners, comparing them to corrupt cops and stating that they cannot silence the truth. It is unclear what truth the anomaly was referring to, as it has yet to express anything other than indignation at being imprisoned. Die Number: SCP-7621-The Chaz Initial Anomaly: A six-sided The Chaz that can only be referred to as The Chaz. Final Anomaly: A six-sided Larry that can only be referred to as Larry. Notes: It is believed that SCP-7621 has caused Larry to reconsider its name, as the name “The Chaz” was found to have a rating of -2 Gells1. Foundation personnel have expressed relief at not needing to use the name again. Die Number: SCP-7621-1 Initial Anomaly: A twenty-sided die capable of speech. Final Anomaly: A twenty-sided die that only lands on 1. Notes: The die created in the first manifestation was incredibly verbally abrasive, and had been the cause of thirty-two personnel being committed to the psychiatric unit, so SCP-7621-1 was placed in a soundproof box labeled “Dice Containment”. This inadvertently activated SCP-7621. Personnel familiar with role-playing games consider the new anomaly to be significantly worse, and some speculate the new anomaly was intended as revenge against the researchers for imprisoning the die again. Die Number: SCP-7621-3 Initial Anomaly: A four-sided die that is anomalously likely to be stepped on. Final Anomaly: A four-sided die with human legs that steps on the feet of persons within one foot of the die. Notes: SCP-7621-3 was neutralized after it accidentally stepped on a separate four-sided die, causing it to scream out in pain before exploding into hundreds of dice. These dice all have a very high probability of being stepped on. Research is being performed into weaponizing the new dice against hostile groups of interest. Die Number: SCP-7621-1 Initial Anomaly: A twenty-sided die that only lands on 1, created in the third log. Final Anomaly: SCP-7621-1 spontaneously burst into flames and disappeared from its container. Notes: A piece of parchment was found in the container that stated the die was sent directly to Dice Hell for egregiously immoral rolls, which was mentioned to be one of the “Seven Dicely Sins”. It is unclear what the remaining six sins are. Incident Log: On 9/18/2023, an incident occurred in the Site-327 chapel that is believed to be connected to SCP-7621. The following events occurred. The candles spontaneously ignited with a bright yellow flame. Liturgical music started playing without an apparent source, but the sound of rolling dice took the place of musical instruments. The stained glass windows changed to depict dice versions of religious figures such as Jesus and Mary. All holy texts became copies of the Dungeons and Dragons player’s handbook. A twenty-sided die with a halo rose out of the ground. Testing has confirmed this die is SCP-7621-1. It has not displayed any anomalous properties since this incident. Religious experts speculate that SCP-7621-1 repented and redeemed itself for its sins, and was allowed to leave Dice Hell as a result. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7621" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7621. 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. An objective anomalous measurement of how “cool” something is, with a previous theoretical minimum of 0. |
SCP-7622 | keter | ⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️ The following article contains sensitive subject matter, including: Substance Abuse, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, and Trauma. This article may be unsuitable/triggering for persons sensitive to said subject matter. Resources can be found on Discussion thread. Reader Discretion is Advised SCP-7622 - Alcoholics Anomalous ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X 92% (+115) 8% (-10) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 7622 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Containment Setup inside of OSCB-7622, as requested by SCP-7622. Assigned Site(s) Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force OSCB-7622 Site-52 Dir. Herold Loweski Dr. Mari Schmidt MTF-𝛿-10, "Last Call" SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the unpredictable nature of the SCP-7622-A anomaly, SCP-7622 has a high probability of containment failure. The following Containment Procedures are tentative and experimental. Final Containment Procedures are to be established by Research Head pending adequate analysis and observation of SCP-7622 & SCP-7622-A. SCP-7622 is to be convinced that it is currently taking part in a year long, alcohol treatment study along with 6 other non-anomalous participants. SCP-7622 has been given strict instructions to be within Off-Site Containment Block1 premises at all times, unless otherwise authorized. Time spent at OSCB, designated “Research Hours” shall total 148 hours a week, with the remaining 06:00am - 02:00am, 20-hour period, designated “Off Time”. Off Time must be requested by SCP-7622 and authorized by Research Staff. During Off Time, SCP-7622 is free to leave OSCB and connect with friends and family. MTF-𝛿-10, “Last Call”, a joint task force operation, consisting of specialists proficient in containing and apprehending Green-Type anomalies, shall keep a 3-member, covert mobile surveillance team on SCP-7622 during Off Time. SCP-7622 is to have monthly psychological evaluations with Research Head. OSCB-7622, a former 9-unit apartment building located 5.6km from Site-52, shall be maintained and monitored via live personnel and CCTV feed to Site-52. OSCB-7622-1 shall, at all times, aside from adequate supplies of upgraded Class-A1 furnishings, food provisions and toiletries, be stocked with assorted liquors, mixers, beer & wine, as well as appropriate glassware and bar hardware. For a more comprehensive list please consult the Master List: Open Master List Close Master List ITEMS SUBJECT TO CHANGE BASED ON AVAILABILITY & AS REQUESTED BY SCP-7622 Hard Goods Soft Goods -1 Dozen Each: Highball Glasses Double Old-Fashion Glasses Martini Glasses Rocks Glasses Beer Stein Bordeaux Stemware Burgundy Stemware - 6 Copper Mugs - 6 Tiki Mugs - 2 Boston Shakers - 2 Hawthorne Strainers - 1 Fine Mesh Handheld Strainer - 2 Glass Cocktail Mixing Glasses - 3 Standard Issue Bar Spoons - 1 Beechwood Blender - 1 Motorized Juicer - 1 3 Compartment Sink - 1 Hobart Brand Single-Rack Dishwasher - 6 Micro-Fiber Polishing Rags -1-750ml Bottle Each: Jameson Irish Whiskey Macallan 18yr Scotch Sazerac Rye Whisky Ketel One Vodka Beefeater London Dry Gin Fortaleza Reposado Tequila Los Siete Misterios Mezcal Smith & Cross Jamaican Rum Plantation 3 Star Aged Rum Davon Calvados Apple Brandy Remy Martin XO Pierre Ferrand Dry Curaçao Ming River Baijiu Antiqua Formula Russo Vermouth Lillet Blanc Aperol Liquor Campari Liquor Green Chartreuse Amaro Nonino Luxardo Maraschino White Creme de Cacao Creme de Banane Creme de Muir Pernod Absinthe - 1 Each: Angostura Bitters, Orange Bitters, Peychaud's Bitters, Liber & Co Orgeat, Rose Water. - 12 Bottles of rotating wine selections, including, but not limited to: Old World, New World, Young, Vintage, Red, White, Rose, Sparkling and Dessert. - A 24 bottle case of rotating select beers. - 6 Dozen eggs. - 2kg Bags of raw cane sugar and white granular sugar. - 4kg Each of a selection of seasonal and off-seasonal fruits, berries and herbs, including, but not limited to: Lemons, Limes, Oranges, Strawberries, Raspberries, Blackberries, Mint, Basil, and Luxardo Cherries. - 4L Each of a section of fruit juices, including, but not limited to: Pineapple, Pomegranate, Guava, Ginger. - 2L Heavy Cream - 2 Case Each 24 packs of: Club Soda, Tonic Water, Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Ginger Ale, Ginger and Beer. - A 25kg block of directionally-frozen clear ice. SCP-7622 shall take up permanent residence within OSCB-7622-1. 6 of the remaining units in OSCB-7622, OSCB-7622-2 - 8, shall each be occupied by 24/7, live-in, MTF-𝛿-10 personnel members in plainclothes. The final unit, OSCB-7622-9, shall function as a laundry room with emergency breach equipment embedded within its walls. MTF members are to act as neighbors and fellow participants within the mock study. SCP-7622 is to never be administered analgesics, barbiturates, or any local/general anesthetics. The only CNS2 depressant/suppressant allowed in SCP-7622’s system shall be ethyl-alcohol, henceforth referred to as “alcohol”. SCP-7622 shall be in possession of a standard issue BAC3-Armband Monitoring System4 and is to maintain a BAC of at least .04 at all times, with the only exception being while under the duress of PAR5. As soon as PAR begins to subside, SCP-7622 is to resume alcohol consumption. SCP-7622, may on its own volition be allowed to partake in caffeine and cannabis consumption, however the attempted use of any other controlled substance, including, but not limited to: Cocaine, MDMA, Psilocybin, and LSD, shall be interrupted and dissuaded by a present MTF member. Should SCP-7622-A emerge, this would constitute a full containment breach. In such a scenario PROTOCOL:RELAPSE shall be initiated6. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7622 is the designation for a 1.8m tall, 73kg, 30 year-old, Caucasian human male named “JD”, Jack Daniel O’Kinney. SCP-7622-A is a semi-active, emerging Class-IV, Phase-3.5, Green-Type7 phenomena, that manifests as a subconscious, psychosomatic, onto-telekinetic-protection mechanism from within and independent of SCP-7622. 3-D Rendering of SCP-7622’s ALDH2 enzyme. SCP-7622-A is effectively suppressed from assuming its active state when SCP-7622 is under, or recovering from, the influence of alcohol. The biomechanics of this suppression result from the breakdown of alcohol by way of the ADH8 enzymic pathway resulting in the formation of acetaldehyde, which is then broken down by the ALDH29 enzymic pathway, and into subsequent acetate[1]. Kant-Counter measurements alongside concurrent blood samples, collected from SCP-7622, show that higher concentrations of acetaldehyde and acetate correspond to lower fluctuation readings measured in the Hume Field produced by SCP-7622-A from SCP-7622. DNA analysis of SCP-7622 reveals that it has a rarified ALDH2 mitochondrial DNA-gene variation that is consistent with findings from recent studies[2] correlating the Green-Type phenomena to the ontokinetic relationship with matter on the quantum level, see: QHT[3]. This has given the Foundation more insight to how Green-Types form and function. Currently, SCP-7622 is unaware of SCP-7622-A and its dormant abilities. SCP-7622 is extremely cooperative with SCP Staff and Personnel, whom it believes are leaders and fellow members in the mock alcohol study. The Foundation became aware of SCP-7622 following a distress call sent by an on-site field agent from the Surgery Center of Long Beach Memorial Hospital, Long Beach, CA on March 18th, 2020. DISCOVERY & ACQUISITION: Incident-7622-18-03-2020 Forward: At 03:13 on March 18th, 2020, SCP-7622 arrived at Long Beach Memorial Hospital’s Emergency Trauma Unit, via county EMS transport, following a severe motorcycle accident. SCP-7622 at the time of arrival was fully responsive and cooperative with hospital staff, despite suffering critical trauma. Injuries included: 12 rib fractures, 8 right-4 left, a collapse of the right lung, complete fracture of the right clavicle, separation of the shoulder, displacement of right arm socket, second-degree road abrasion on 40% of back epidermis, third-degree road abrasion on 15% of back epidermis, and possible impact concussion. Comments from CHP Citation/Record: “Motorist, Caesar Cortez, observed Suspect, Jack D O’Kinney, speeding up the NB-405 freeway, merging from the carpool (lane-1) to the left-passing (lane-2). Suspect was estimated to be traveling in excess of 90mph10. Suspect lost control of the vehicle. Both vehicle and rider impacted the roadway. Mr. Cortez claims to have observed a bright red flash of light as the Suspect fell. Mr. Cortez stated that he slowed his car down to offer assistance, however, Suspect had already picked motor-vehicle back up and was riding it off the freeway. Mr. Cortez followed suspect and contacted 911 who intercepted the Suspect at a nearby gas station, where upon officer’s examination of Suspect’s injuries, EMS was contacted for transport.” Upon anesthetic sedation, in preparation for surgery, hospital staff performing pre-op procedures reported noticing a substantial drop in ambient temperature. This temperature difference followed SCP-7622 and the surgical team, led by Dr. Emmanuel Madhi, as they brought SCP-7622 into the surgical unit. From witness testimony provided by hospital staff present at the time, upon Dr. Madhi’s first incision to address SCP-7622’s protruding clavicle, the lights began flickering and SCP-7622 began to move. Hospital records show that EKG and O2 readings dropped. SCP-7622 then became mobile, witnesses describe a faint red glow surrounding SCP-7622 as it rose and levitated off the operating table. Witnesses at the scene recall seeing SCP-7622 raise its hand and began to suspend Dr. Madhi into the air. SCP-7622 then proceeded to throw the doctor against the far wall. Witnesses describe that all the metal within the room began to collapse and fold under some unknown force as SCP-7622 walked through a large circular hole in the near-wall that was not present before the procedure, with said hole closing after SCP-7622 passed through. Hospital security personnel were dispatched to intercept, however, were quickly overwhelmed, their tasers reportedly dissolving/liquifying in their hands and causing severe burns. One SCP field agent, Agent Lincoln Short, was on civilian duty as hospital security, and immediately notified Command. High-Command, aware of a potential Green-Type Threat, immediately sent out a High-Priority Anomaly Acquisition Order to all available MTF agents in the area. MTF-Ξ-1211 was assembled and dispatched to Long Beach Memorial Hospital within 32 minutes. MTF-Ξ-12 AAO URGENT-BY ORDER MTF-HIGH COMMAND AAO #:77701 Distribution: A-412 Date:18.03.2020 Mission Overview: Field agents within Long Beach Memorial Hospital have encountered an unidentified Threat. There is a high probability that it is a Green-Type Anomaly. Mission is to Secure Threat-Target, by any means necessary. Mission Objectives 1 Find viable ways of engaging Target. 2 Incapacitate and Secure Target. 3 Return Target to Site-52 for Containment. 4 Assist any survivors. 5 Set stage for Amnesticization & Disinformation teams. Team Designation: Sedation Services Tactical Operations & Command: Lt. Stephens, Jack Rendezvous: 33.808°N 118.187°W, Date: 18.03.2020, Time: Immediately Requirements: High-level operational equipment & weaponry. Multi-spectral goggles. Personal and standard deployable SRAs. FBI Swat uniform & patches. Operational Duties Operation: State and Local law enforcement have been told that Long Beach Memorial Hospital is currently under an active shooter emergency. Law enforcement has been given orders to secure the area around Long Beach Memorial Hospital, assist with evacuation procedures, and are instructed to wait for MTF posing as a special FBI-Unit “SWAT” Team. The 6-Personnel Team is to arrive at Rendezvous within 30 minutes. Team is to Reconnoiter the affected building and Secure the Target. Area of Engagement is limited to Long Beach Memorial Hospital. Rule of Engagement is solely incapacitation and suppression of Target activity. Operation is to take no more than 1 hour. No later than 05:15, Team is to pull out with Target in hand and await EXFIL. Should more man-power for threat suppression be needed, Team is to call for EXFIL immediately. Team Leader will be Alpha-1, with Alpha-2 as Secondary. Should dissolution of the stated hierarchy occur, Team is to EXFIL. A&D shall be briefed on primary witnesses. PLEASE SEND YOUR READY RESPONSE MTF-Ξ-12 Operation Transcript-18-03-2020 Mission Pretext: All 6 MTF-Ξ-12 personnel13 arrived on scene by 04:05. MTF leader, Alpha-1 made contact with LBPD Police Chief, Wally Hebeish. Alpha-1 was briefed on current situation by posing as a member of a FBI SWAT response unit. After brief, Alpha-1, joined the rest of the MTF. Recording devices were switched on and formal Target retrieval commenced. South-facing public surveillance camera of Long Beach Memorial at 04:35, 18-03-2020, under night-time infrared. Note the glowing-distortion in the north center-corner, revealing SCP-7622’s location within the NICU. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION RAISA STANDARD FORMATTING -Material will be scrubbed for brevity and non-applicable items. -Data will be time stamped only when applicable. -Audio transcripts will appear as: “Speaker/Callsign: Speech items.” -Visual transcripts will appear as: “HCF14-Callsign: Action Items.” -SCP-Item will be referred to as "Target" — Stephanie Willis, Department of Standardization, RAISA Begin Transcript 04:19… Command: Sedation Services, eyes hot, nods on. In Unison: Sir. All HCFs come online. Alpha-1: Ok. From what Chief Hebeish knows, Target was last seen on CCTV in the NICU, before footage was cut. Beta-1: Safe to assume Target is the cause? Alpha-2: Let’s go with that. HCF-Alpha-2: Shows Alpha-1 produce a hospital map. Alpha-1: The NICU is located on the second floor, center-back of the building. We will navigate hallways in a “W” formation, one’s on left-fore, two’s on right-aft, sight-clear all room thresholds crossed. Once to the center elevator, one’s will go with me up the stairs, two’s will ascend via elevator. Once both teams are up, we move down this hallway, down the back and to the NICU. No engagement with the Target. Got it? In Unison: Copy. Alpha: Command, permission to proceed? Command: Granted. Alpha: Let’s go. HCF-Beta-2: Follows Beta-1, Alpha-2, and Alpha-1 through the automated doors of the hospital entrance. Beta-2 looks behind to see Delta-1 and Delta-2 in close formation. HCF-Delta-2: Follows the rest of the group, looking around the empty lobby. They pass a gift shop on their right, some customers can be seen hiding behind shelving. Delta-1: Please stay hidden and shelter in place everyone! HCF-Alpha-1: Scans past an unattended lobby and information desk. Feed passes through two doors and into a corridor. HCF-Beta-1: Follows Alpha-1 and Alpha-2 as they pass the Check-In area. HCF-Delta-2: Shows all members pause outside the elevator/stairwell entrance. Alpha-1 signals with two fingers to his eyes, then two fingers up, then points three fingers to the elevator and then there again to the stairwell door. The team all nod and Delta-2 presses the elevator call button. HCF-Delta-1: Follows Beta-1 and Alpha-1 up the stairwell. HCF-Alpha-2: Shows the elevator doors open, Alpha-2 steps in, turns around and is joined by Beta-2 and Delta-2. Delta-2 presses the second floor button, and the doors slide shut. 04:27… Alpha-1: Alpha-2, are you stuck in the lift? It’s been a minute. Alpha-2: Negative TL, we feel as though we are still traveling up. Advise. Alpha-1: Looks like you got a case of the NESTies15, go ahead and get Sara16. Alpha-2: Got it, copy. That thing must have taken the elevator, strange. HCF-Beta-2: Shows Alpha-2 remove an SRA from his field pack. The SRA is a large cylinder, 7cm across and 15cm high with foldable tripod legs on the side. It contains a single red button on top. Beta-2: Why is that strange? Alpha-2: Why would you take the elevator if you can just float or fly through the floor? Beta-2: Huh, good point. HCF-Delta-2: Shows Alpha-2 setting up the SRA at the center of the elevator. Alpha-2 presses the activation button, and all three are shaken off their feet. Delta-2: I guess we finally stopped at the second floor. HCF-Alpha-1: Shows the secondary team emerge from the elevator. 04:32… Alpha-1: ‘Bout time. Alpha-2: You’re telling me. Command: Back on mission, team. In Unison: Sir! HCF-Alpha-2: Shows Alpha-1 motion down the hallway. At the end of the corridor a red incandescent light can be seen. Alpha-1 opens and closes his fist, motioning for Target acquisition, the team all nod. HCF-Delta-2: Follows the team in formation down the hallway to where the red light is emanating. All stop short at the glass NICU observation window. All HCFs: The Target is seen standing among the infant incubators, it has its' head down and eyes closed. Streams of fluorescent red-white particles are seen coming up and out of each incubator, all streams are seen converging into Target’s open palm, and all infants are heard crying. The Target is in a state of undress and its clavicle can been seen slowly moving back into position inside its body and the abrasions on its back are slowly healing. Alpha-2: What the… Alpha-1: Command, you seeing this? Command: Rodger, TL. Alpha-1: Please advise. Command: Can it see you? Alpha-1: Unclear sir. How do we proceed? What is our collateral risk here? Command: Contain at all costs, mitigate loss. Alpha-1: Copy, Command. Team, 4-corner pincer. Alpha-2, take forward. HCF-Alpha-1: Looks at the team and opens and closes his fist. 04:38… HCF-Alpha-1: Shows Delta-1 and Delta-2 enter the far left door first, they remain low and to the ground. They set their position at the back two corners of the NICU. HCF-Alpha-2: Shows Beta-1 and Beta-2 enter the far right door first, they remain low and to the ground. They set their position at the front two corners of the NICU. HCF-Alpha-1: Shows Alpha-2 move in high through the far left door, cut through the middle of the room, and approach the Target with weapon raised. Alpha-2: Drop to your knees! Do it now! HCF-Alpha-1: Shows the Target raise its head, its eyes still closed, it turns in Alpha-2’s direction. Alpha-2: Now! Get down! Get down, now! HCF-Alpha-1: Shows the Target raise its hand in the direction of Alpha-2. A large wave of energy can be seen pulse through the air and knock Alpha-2 to the floor, his weapon discharges as he falls. Bullets ricochet around the room, shooting out all the glass walls as an immediate and intense red light encircles each of the incubators. One bullet grazes Beta-2. Beta-2: Fuck! Alpha-1: Alright, Sara boys! HCF-Alpha-1: Each of the four members in the corners of the room deploy their SRA. Upon deployment a small compression wave can be seen overlapping in the middle of the room where the Target is standing. The Target is seen struggling, with patternless bursts of red light emanating from its body. Gaps in the spacetime around the Target form. Beta-1: Got em’! Alpha-2: I don't know… don’t they usually pass out at this point? Command: Alpha-1, Target still has its eyes closed, the Green-Type effect is possibly subconscious. Wake the Target up. HCF-Delta-2: Shows Alpha-1 produce a cartridge of smelling salts from their field pack. Alpha-1 struggles to walk through the SRA fields, however, soon makes it to the Target and activates the salts. Within 3 seconds, Target's eyes open, the red glow surrounding it dissipates, and the Target collapses to the ground. Feed shows Delta-2 turn to their SRA and turn it off. HCF-Beta-1: Watches as Alpha-1 walks over to Target, secures it in handcuffs and picks up the body by way of a fireman-carry. Alpha-1: Whew, that was fun, you ok John? Alpha-2: I’m good boss, just a little shook. Alpha-1: Good. Command, ready EXFIL. Command: Copy Alpha-1, good job. Delta-2: Always nice when no one dies on these things, ya know? Even the kids seem fine17 . Alpha-1: Yeah… that was a strange one, huh? No one, not one civilian seriously hurt? HCF-Delta-1: Follows the team back down the stairs, through the lobby and back out the entrance. Multiple law enforcement personnel engage with the group, including Chief Hebeish. Alpha-1: Chief, we got orders from our team at the Fed to run this guy immediately up to the Field Office at Airport Plaza. In fact, here is our ride now. We will be having a special envoy coming in to debrief you and your teams. HCF-Beta-1: Watches as a two vehicle transport convoy arrive. Hebeish: Thank you for gettin’ him. Anyone inside hurt? Alpha-1: Very surprisingly, no. Just lucky, I guess. 04:56… End Transcript Mission Summary: Target was acquired successfully with no casualties. Target, now in possession of MTF-Ξ-12, was given the designation SCP-7622. SCP-7622 awoke after 2.15 hours of travel. Little was said by SCP-7622 besides mild complaints of PAR. Site-52 was contacted and put on standby for arrival and intake. Archived Emails 18-03-2020 To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol Date: 18-03-2020 Subject: Anomaly Assignment SCP-7622 Good Morning Dr. Schmidt, I know this is last minute and all, however, we have a potent Green-Type on route. Given your expertise and knowledge in the field, The Council has selected you as Head on this. While last minute is never the way I personally want to do things around here, I do see great worth in having you lead this project. Please find attached data surrounding the Subject. Regards, Dir. Herold Loweski Director, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52001, LV.4, Office 01 Secure. Contain. Protect Attached Files: LBMMC-CCTV-18-03-2020 MTF-Ξ-12 Operation Video-18-03-2020 Background File - Jack Daniel O’Kinney To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 18-03-2020 Subject:RE: Anomaly Assignment SCP-7622 Good Morning Director, Last minute is fine, been meaning to dive back into that world. Do we have an ETA for the Subject? Cheers, Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol Date: 18-03-2020 Subject:RE: RE: RE: Anomaly Assignment SCP-7622 Mari, Glad you’re on board. Transport is about 2 hours out. Should give you some time to get your mind around it. Let me know if you need anything. Regards, Dir. Herold Loweski Director, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52001, LV.4, Office 01 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 18-03-2020 Subject:RE: RE: RE: RE: Anomaly Assignment SCP-7622 Director, Will do! Cheers, Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 18-03-2020 Subject: SCP-7622 First Interview Director Loweski, Just finished scanning through all this info. A few things really stood out. One, the Anomaly was only active after sedation and while being penetrated by a foreign object. Two, from the extensive background of the Subject, it seems it has survived many “near death” events, the Anomaly possibly functioning as a protective mechanism. Three, given that waking the Subject up during the MTF op negated the Anomaly's effect, its is plausible to assume that the two, Subject and Anomaly, function independently. Which leads me to my craziest point… Four, the Subject uses an inhibitor to suppress the Anomalous phenomena… Alcohol! My thoughts for first interview are to get the Subject hooked up to a blood alcohol monitoring system and see what happens to the Hume around it. Thoughts? Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol Date: 18-03-2020 Subject:RE: SCP-7622 First Interview Mari, Independent functionality between the anomalous power and the power-body? That's a new one, and basically “allergic” to booze? A little too “outside the box”, don’t you think? Regards, Dir. Herold Loweski Director, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52001, LV.4, Office 01 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 18-03-2020 Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7622 First Interview Sir, Given what I saw in the video, and the way that the Anomaly almost resisted 4 SRAs at close range, we could be looking at the emerging power of a Phase-4, Class-V Green-Type! Usually at this stage we would clearly know about the Subject, but it has stayed hidden under the radar. Usually by now, we’d be sending in large scale MTFs and dealing with huge amnesticization campaigns. This Green-Type has its own built in containment, a flaw. A Green-Type that has a flaw is one that we can exploit to not only study how they use their powers, but how they develop. Just humor me on this okay? If the interview doesn’t go as I predict, we’ll look at other options. But if it does, I want full approval on my experimental containment procedure. Attached is my needs and budget. Yes? Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect Attached Files: SCP-7622-Proposed Conprocs To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol Date: 18-03-2020 Subject:RE: SCP-7622 First Interview Mari, Well, you did write THE book on them. Go ahead. I expect a report within a day. I’ll approve after that. Regards, Dir. Herold Loweski Director, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52001, LV.4, Office 01 Secure. Contain. Protect INTERVIEW LOGS: Preliminary Interview - SCP-7622 18-03-2020 Date: 18-03-2020 Time: 08:15 Location: SIR18/OBR19-13 Research Head: Dr. Mari Schmidt Research Assistant: Dr. Morgan Eskew Security Detail: Sgt. John Abramov20 Forward: SCP-7622 arrived at Site-52 at 08:10, March 18th, 2020. Subject was ushered in through back-route hallways on Level G and into SIR-13, which was connected to a one-way mirror observation room. SCP-7622 was restrained and fitted with a BAC-AMS. A Kant-Counter was placed in the corner of the room, with data being fed to the observation room. SCP-7622’s BAC at the time of 08:15 was 0.049%. Under direction of Research Head, Mari Schmidt, SCP-7622 was not interfered with until her discretion. Begin Transcript 08:17 Abramov: So we just, let him sit there? Schmidt: That’s the plan! Abramov: Seems a little… boring, no? Schmidt: In this line of work, you are lucky when things are boring. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Eskew Laughs. Schmidt: Besides, how often do they stay boring? Abramov: You got a point there. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Team is silent for 1 minutes, 12 seconds. Abramov: Well, then, I’ve had an early, long, and painful morning, anyone want a coffee? Eskew: Sure, I’ll take one. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Abramov turns towards Schmidt, her focus is solely on SCP-7622. Abramov: You? Schmidt: Huh? No, I’m good. Thanks. Abramov: Suit yourself. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Abramov leaves the OBR. Eskew: So what do you think? Schmidt: About what? Eskew: Him? I mean, it? Schmidt: Unremarkable so far, but we’ll see. …08:30… BAC: 0.033, Hm: 13/55 Kant-Counter beeps. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Schmidt smiles. …08:35… SCP-7622: Okay, okay, okay, I’ve been quiet long enough now, I want my lawyer. …08:37… SCP-7622: Seriously. Hello! I know there’s some shit DA or someone behind that little window. …08:40… SCP-7622: Come on now, lets just get this over with. I fucked up, I was drunk, I rode, I crashed, I… I.. Well, I… don’t remember the rest. But, come on! My head is killing me! …08:45… BAC: 0.025, Hm: 13/55 Kant-Counter beeps. …09:15… BAC: 0.019, Hm: 8/89 Eskew: Dr. Schmidt, we are seeing a significant drop in ambient Hume around Subject, and Subject’s radiant Hume is increasing. Schmidt: And the BAC? Eskew: Diminishing. Schmidt: Knew it. Keep monitoring. Eskew: Ma’am. …09:32… SCP-7622: (Singing.) All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling, I’m not the only one. All I want to do is have some fun, till the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard!… …10:45… BAC: 0.011, Hm: 2/377 Eskew: Ma’am! Individual Hume just started to skyrocket. 377! Schmidt: 377! What?! Shit, that was faster than I anticipated. We need alcohol fast. SCP-7622: Okay, not fun anymore people… I. Want. Out! ST52-CCTV-SIR13: Camera feed in room start to distort and turn to static The room starts to bulge outwards. SCP-7622 starts to radiate a faint light that oscillates between red and blue, SCP-7622 seems unaware of this. ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Schmidt picks up the landline and dials. Schmidt: Herold… Director… Yes… No… Please… No time to explain… Yes the report will… Please, Herold, shut up for a moment! You still got the 50-year scotch I got you for your 10th?… Yes… Yes… That one… Hush! You still keep it under your desk?… ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Schmidt waves to Abramov to go and retrieve the liquor from Director Loweski. Ok, perfect… I’m sending Abramov to get it. Give it to him… Because! Otherwise, we are gonna have a major case of the “What the Fuckies”… Bingo!… Yes!… SCP-7622… Oh good god, give him the bottle… I’ll get you a new one! ST52-CCTV-OBR13: Abramov returns with a half empty bottle of liquor and hands it to Schmidt. Schmidt walks through the SIR/OBR door. Schmidt: Sorry to keep you waiting, Jack. May I call you Jack? ST52-CCTV-SIR13: Feed returns to normal. SCP-7622 turns to face Schmidt. SCP-7622: You can call me whatever you want. ST52-CCTV-SIR13: SCP-7622 blinks very forcefully. SCP-7622: Shit! Schmidt: What? SCP-7622: Fucking meant to wink at ya. Used both eyes! Haha! ST52-CCTV-SIR13: Schmidt hides a muffled laugh as she lifts the bottle up to SCP-7622. SCP-7622: What’s this? Schmidt: Little something to take the edge off, you have been complaining of your head pounding, no? SCP-7622: And you’ve been listening this entire time, no? ST52-CCTV-SIR13: Schmidt nods and proceeds to unfasten SCP-7622’s restraints. SCP-7622 grabs the bottle. SCP-7622: Oh shit, good shit. Quite the offering. You’re not police are ya? Schmidt: No, but we can gladly go get them if you want. ST52-CCTV-SIR13: SCP-7622 takes a drink from the bottle. SCP-7622: Naw, we good with this. So, who are you then? Schmidt: Well, Mr. O’Kinney, we are a research group wanting to study individuals with chronic alcoholism, and the DA referred us to your case this morning, so we have dibs on you before they do. SCP-7622: You have my interest, go on… Schmidt: You see, it’s your lucky day, we are in the position to offer you a spot on our seven person clinical trial. You will have your own unit, access to any liquor you desire, one free day a week, no living expenses, and we will supplement your income for lost wages. All you have to do is agree to come with us today, wear this monitoring equipment at all times and keep your BAC at an agreed upon level. SCP-7622: I don’t know that sounds all too good to be… Schmidt: Your record will also be expunged of all previous incidents. SCP-7622: You got a deal! I get to go home and get my stuff? Schmidt: You will be departing to the study straight from here. We will have our associates do all the heavy lifting with personal affects. You will also be required to meet with me on a semi regular basis for evaluation. SCP-7622: Well that only sweetens the deal even more! Schmidt: I think that’s all I need from you, we will relocate you when your unit is ready, in the meantime, enjoy the rest of that bottle. SCP-7622: Sure thing, one question. Schmidt: What's that? SCP-7622: What's your name? Schmidt: Oh! I’m Dr. Schmidt, Mari Schmidt. SCP-7622: Nice to meet you Mari Schmidt, you can call me JD. ST52-CCTV-SIR13: Schmidt exits the room. SCP-7622 takes another drink from the bottle. …11:00… BAC: 0.21, Hm: 21/21 End Transcript Researcher Summary Remarks: SCP-7622-A’s Hume levels gradually settled as its BAC increased. By 13:00, SCP-7622 was sleeping and ready for relocation to OSCB-7622. MTF-𝛿-10 was mobilized for the extended operation. SCP-7622 seems completely unaware of its abilities as well as its situation, possible chronic alcohol consumption has hindered some critical thinking and awareness. Experimental Containment Procedures were summarily approved by Dir. Loweski. SCP-7622 Data readings - 18-03-2020 Interview-1 SCP-7622 28-03-2020 Date: 28-03-2020 Time: 12:15 Location: PER21/OBR-15 Research Head: Dr. Mari Schmidt Research Assistant: Dr. Morgan Eskew Security Detail: Sgt. John Abramov Forward: SCP-7622 was given 1 week to assimilate into their containment unit. Activities of note while in containment included, but were not limited to: Drinking, cooking, eating, sleeping, watching television/online streaming services, writing, drawing, playing music, listening to music. Of note SCP-7622 seems particularly unaware of how much it actively consumes during periods of high inactivity. It would seem a lot of what compels SCP-7622 to drink is apathy. Begin Transcript 12:15… BAC: 0.13, Hm: 19/32 SCP-7622: What's up, Doc? Schmidt: Good day, JD. How are the accommodations treating you? SCP-7622: Oh just fine, its like I never left my own place. Schmidt: JD, per our agreement, you are allowed one approved day-off per week, you haven’t submitted any requests. Why? SCP-7622: Don't really have anywhere or anyone to go see, I kind of got everything I need or want in the apartment, so no real need. Guess I’m a bit of a loner that way. Schmidt: Lets get into that shall we? SCP-7622: Into what? Schmidt: Well this is our first monthly psychological meet-up. SCP-7622: Oh, alright, if we gotta. Schmidt: We gotta. SCP-7622: Where do you want to start? Schmidt: Let us start at the beginning. That’s a good place. SCP-7622: Okay then… In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth, and the Earth was without form and void… ST52-CCTV-PER15: Schmidt laughs. Schmidt: Haha. No, let’s start with your parentage. SCP-7622: Yeah, figured. Well my coming to being was an all-sorts-of-mixed-bag sort of thing. Plagued with both good and bad, a trend that continues to this very moment. Schmidt: How so? SCP-7622: I guess you could say I’m like a black cat with ten lives. Not even sure how I made it this far. Schmidt: We all have our own struggles, JD. SCP-7622: Well, mine are polished in platinum. I was supposedly conceived on St. Paddies Day 1989, at least that’s the story my dad always liked to tell. Was supposed to be a Christmas miracle, a good old fashioned, little Jesus. Had a due date on Christmas Eve, and early on, the universe immediately conspired against me. Schmidt: In what way? SCP-7622: You got my medical records, you should know by now I was not a Jesus baby. Schmidt: Yes, but that's what these sessions are about JD, you experiencing your relationship with your feelings and past. SCP-7622: All while drunk? Seems kinda… counterproductive. Schmidt: That's the angle of the study. And the stipulation to your expungement. SCP-7622: Okay, okay, fine. ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 sighs. SCP-7622: Well… As. You. Know… I was born October, 13th of that year, a fucking Friday the 13th, 10 weeks early. Schmidt: Severely preterm. SCP-7622: Yes, and the luck only gets worse from there. The umbilical was around my neck three times. I was suffocating. I had pneumonia. I was barely alive. Spent the next 8 weeks fighting for my life in the NICU. Schmidt: Do you know how your parents took this? SCP-7622: They didn’t even name me. They didn’t want to give a name to a soul that was not long for this world. My mother was worried, inconsolable. My dad… I’m not sure. He says he prayed, every day. But sometimes I doubt it, sometimes I feel like he didn’t want a weak, frail son like the one he was given. I was supposed to be his strong Jesus baby, and he got a black cat. Schmidt: But you obviously came out the other side though? SCP-7622: Did I, doc? Whether it was by chance or my dad’s praying, whichever, I did survive. Been doing that everyday since… Surviving. Schmidt: Then they named you? SCP-7622: Yeah, after I came home my dad and my uncle went out for a celebratory night on the town, in typical Boston-Irish fashion. Together they polished off two bottles of Jack Daniel’s. You can kind guess where the name comes from now. Its no wonder I find work behind a bar. It’s a literal through-line. Schmidt: The connection is strong. SCP-7622: My mom always hated that telling of events, but its the one I go with. Helps explain more of my present composure. I mean, seriously how more on the nose can you get? A Boston, Irish, Catholic boy named after a liquor? Might have well as named me “Predisposition”. ST52-CCTV-PER15: Schmidt laughs, catches herself and coughs. Schmidt: I’m, I’m sorry. SCP-7622: No, no. Don’t be, it’s funny as fuck. You gotta laugh at the absurd things, otherwise you’d go insane. Schmidt: I don’t see your surviving birth as absurd. SCP-7622: Oh, but Doc, isn’t it all absurd. We exist against our consent and play the cards we are dealt when the house clearly has the upper hand. 12:30… BAC: 0.10, Hm: 16/40 Schmidt: For being inebriated, you seem to have a very strong way with words. Where does that come from? SCP-7622: I don’t know. I used to read a lot when I was younger, wanted to be a writer, a philosopher. ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 shrugs. Schmidt: Well, it definitely makes this interview less monotonous than it could be. SCP-7622: What? Are the other guys not providing a stimulating work environment? Schmidt: The other…? Oh, oh, well you know, I can’t really speak of any of the other participants, doctor/patient confidentiality and all. Safe to say, you are one of my more interesting patients, without a doubt. SCP-7622: Rad. ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 forcibly blinks. Schmidt: Was that supposed to be a wink? SCP-7622: Just for you. Schmidt: Let’s move on to your early childhood. SCP-7622: Oh boy, lets. What do you want to know? Schmidt: How was it? Any other stories of survival, random happenstance? You say you’re a black cat with ten lives, how you figure? SCP-7622: Well I was always getting into trouble, accidents, minor, but enough for my parents to notice and put me on some hyperactivity meds and mood suppressants. Schmidt: Really now? SCP-7622: Always found the fastest way of going downstairs was to tumble. Somehow I was always getting caught twenty feet up in a tree. So many others, but all the memories are a blur. Getting your kid hooked on stimulants at that age will do a number on memory. I do have a few weird memories, though I’m still not sure if they are dreams or not. Schmidt: Why’s that? SCP-7622: There was a brief time when I was little I was convinced I could fly. Schmidt: How so? SCP-7622: I remember this day, I think I missed my medication, so I was just being a hyper-crazy-little shit with the next door girls. We were maybe seven or eight. I was running around my driveway at full clip, which had on it a steep thirty foot decline. I’m talking a sharp drop. I wasn’t paying attention. I was just whizzing around and before I knew it, I had sped off the driveway, with about 12 feet of air between me and the pavement. I started falling, but before I could hit the ground, something caught me, and I… I… I flew. I veered off to the left and landed safe on the grass next to the driveway. ST52-CCTV-PER15: Schmidt straightens up in her chair. Schmidt: Did your friends see this? SCP-7622: I can’t remember, I tried to talk to them about it but they seemed to lose that part of the day. I think I was young, and being off my meds made me confuse my dreams with reality. I’ve had a lot of flying dreams since then. Schmidt: Any other weird memories? Any that stick out from around that same time? SCP-7622: Well, shortly after that, my parents got divorced. It… It did a number on me. I still remember the night they had the big fight. I… I… my god… ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 starts to cry. Schmidt: JD, its okay if you don’t want to talk about it. But if you can… You said you like writing, could you write down what happened that night? ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 nods, its face swollen in tears. Schmidt hands it a piece of paper. Schmidt: Take your time. 12:30… BAC: 0.09, Hm: 16/40 ST52-CCTV-PER15:SCP-7622 spends the next 35 minutes writing. 13:05… BAC: 0.09, Hm: 15/41 ST52-CCTV-PER15:SCP-7622 hands Schmidt the paper. Schmidt reads over it. Schmidt: Hmm. Seems like you’ve internalized a lot of this pain. Do you blame yourself for your parents separation? SCP-7622: No. (Sniffles.) I blame myself for not being strong enough to stop it. Schmidt: That wasn’t your call to make though, JD. SCP-7622: But it affected me nonetheless. 13:08… BAC: 0.08, Hm: 12/50 Eskew: (In earpiece.) Dr. Schmidt, Hume is rising, that cry may have sobered it up a bit faster than expected. Schmidt: That's understandable. JD, I want to thank you for opening up and being a part of this study. You are heard. I think our time is up for today. SCP-7622: Thanks for listening to my diatribe, Doc. Schmidt: You’re very welcome, JD. SCP-7622: Till next time. ST52-CCTV-PER15:SCP-7622 forcibly blinks. Schmidt: See you next month. 13:15… BAC: 0.08, Hm: 11/57 End Transcript Researcher Summary Remarks: SCP-7622 shows markings of a highly intelligent individual, despite the body-brain damage caused by alcohol dependency and trauma. It seems to take interpersonal relationships very emphatically, often blaming itself and the universe for misgivings. What is interesting, besides the one strong example given, is the lack of typical Green-Type evolution. It is possible the medicated state that SCP-7622 was put in during its early years helped suppress early Phase-1 and Phase-2 development. It is, however, unclear how such strong disturbances in the Hume field could come from a completely unpracticed Green-Type. What is very notable from its writing is the concept of SCP-7622’s “Shadow” entity, and the connection that can be made to Jungian references of the “shadow”22. As Jung has noted, individuals first recognize, then merge with, and ultimately assimilate the Shadow, leading to a full and actualized, evolved self. Next interview will attempt to see if as SCP-7622 matured, so did the SCP-7622-A effect. Attached File: SCP-7622 28-03-2020 Open File Close File I was maybe seven, maybe eight? All I know is that it was a warm summer’s night. One of those nights you get in the middle of June, in the north of the eastern seaboard. I remember the sky was dark and full of low hanging clouds, the kind that would reflect the distant city’s glow. And though there was no rain, the clouds lit up with the heated flashes of angry lightning… But the bolts never touched the ground, as if the lightning itself, too, was afraid of the brewing war in the downstairs bedroom. Mom and Dad were fighting again… I’m not sure if it was “Dad”, or “Daddy” then, I don’t really know, I haven’t spoken either term for quite some time now, and in the middle of my dreaming, I was awoken by mommy’s cries for answers and my father’s pleas for peace. Their quarrelsome banter came up through the floorboards and out of the walls as muffled murmurs. My only hope was that my sister, in her room further down the hall, and further away, slept soundly, innocently unaware. A flash of lightning lit the area behind the curtains and a rumble moved through the house. Unsure of whether it was the weather, or whether or not it was them, I sprang to the window and rolled back the curtains. Being so close to the wall amplified the indistinguishable spats of my parentage, their incessant bickering merged with the sound of the wind outside and together, and howled like damned lamentations. The fear of of wind, the fear of thunder, the fear of storm, of… familial dissolution swam madly in my young mind. I decided to do something, I prayed. I prayed to God. The same God my father had. If He had saved me, He could save Us. I prayed for Him to take away the fear, the fear of wind, the fear of thunder, the fear of storm, of dissolution. I prayed for their voices to stop, for them to quiet, for something… With my prayer finished, I looked up as a flash of light pierced the sky, and I found it a sign. Had it worked? Had God heard my words? Had I finally found providence? When the sound of thunder rocked the house, I saw a giant towering Shadow against the backdrop of that distant glowing city. All was quiet in the house and the wind had subsided. The Shadow stared at me. I stared back. Was this God? Had I summoned Him? Had I saved my family? I heard my mother wail once again and my father scream, his voice shot through the shaking wall, I heard a door slam, a car start. The wind picked back up and the sky once again filled with sound and illumination. I looked to the Shadow and asked, “Why?”. The Shadow stared back at me and said “You are not a God. You cannot stop the wind, the thunder, or the oncoming storm.” I started to weep, I started to cry, and as I did, so did the Shadow, and as It did, It morphed into a vision of myself, until all I could see was my own reflection in the window. I’ve carried the Shadow every day since. Interview-2 SCP-7622 26-04-2020 Date: 26-04-2020 Time: 12:15 Location: OSCB-7622-1 Research Head: Dr. Mari Schmidt Research Assistant: Dr. Morgan Eskew Security Detail: Sgt. John Abramov Forward: In the past month, besides previously established behavior trends, SCP-7622 did little of note. Within the month, SCP-7622 only requested one period of Off Time to receive a haircut. All other time was spent within OSCB-7622. MTF-𝛿-10 member, Alpha-1, Sgt. John Abramov and SCP-7622 formed a quick bond, often leaving their respective units to drink, sitting in foldable lawn chairs set up in front of OSCB-7622. The pair would drink and converse for hours. Topics of conversation would include, life experience, niche science topics, and the “study program”. Sgt. Abramov, by order, was covertly drinking non-alcoholic beverages, however on occasion SCP-7622 would mix a cocktail for the both of them. The following interview was conducted in OSCB-7622-1. Begin Transcript 12:20… BAC: 0.23, Hm: 21/21 SCP-7622: Welcome to my humble abode! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 spins in a circle gesturing to the unit. SCP-7622 stumbles over their own gate. SCP-7622 quickly recovers. SCP-7622: Ta-da! Schmidt: Not much of a trick is it, JD? SCP-7622: No, I guess not, but you know what is a great trick? Schmidt: What’s that? SCP-7622: How great I make a Margarita! I’m gonna make you one! Schmidt: No, JD, it’s fine, I’m working. Our monthly meet-up? Remember? SCP-7622: How could I forget! I look forward to these with all my being. Schmidt: Well, then let’s get started then? SCP-7622: First, Margarita! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 grabs one of the shaker-tins on the counter. SCP-7622 pulls a measuring jigger out of a kitchen drawer. SCP-7622 then grabs a plate of salt, two items of glassware and three bottles off its display. SCP-7622 pours the ingredients and begins shaking. SCP-7622: (Yelling over the sound of the shakers.) See, the trick to the perfect Margarita is simplicity, quality ingredients, and proportion! Two parts Repo, one part Curaçao, and one part lime! That’s it! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 stops shaking and rims the glassware with salt from the plate. SCP-7622 then strains the cocktails into their respective glasses and fills them with fresh ice. SCP-7622: Most people want to overcomplicate things, like adding lemon juice, orange juice, agave, or blending it, you name it. Those things still don’t beat a well thought out classic. Here. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 hands Schmidt a glass. SCP-7622: The perfect Margarita. Cheers. Schmidt: Cheers… Oh, that's quite good. SCP-7622: Thanks, its like I’m a professional bartender or something… Everything has its purpose, the lime and the tequila do their dance, with the curaçao coming in on the back, and the salt really brings out the sweetness. Kind of like life, ya know? Schmidt: In what way? SCP-7622: You know, going through salty, bitter times, can make sweet things stand out that much more. Salt highlights the sweet. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt smiles. Schmidt: Speaking of life, let’s get back to yours. Where we last left off was early childhood. I want to fast forward to more formative years. SCP-7622: Aren’t all years formative? Schmidt: In a way, but I want to know about the years where you started to figure out who you wanted to be. SCP-7622: Lady, I still barely know that, but I guess we can start in high school. Schmidt: If that's where you want to take off, go right ahead. SCP-7622: Fine, so, my sister and I were shuffled around from mom to dad, to dad to mom, off and on, sometimes with relatives, sometimes with family friends. We never really found our footing. By middle school I was already drinking pretty proficiently. My grandfather had taught me early on how to make a screwdriver! Schmidt: Why’s that? SCP-7622: So that he didn’t have to get up and make it himself, just have me do it. Schmidt: I’d imagine that would have had a big impact on you. SCP-7622: It helped me more than anything. See, I never went to the same school for more than a year from 6th grade on. When I first entered high school, I was a loner, a weirdo, but I wanted to fit in so bad. So I actively developed a strategy to do so. I would learn how to make really good drinks. What's one thing that all high schoolers want to be a part of? Schmidt: The popular crowd? SCP-7622: Parties! Schmidt: Ah. SCP-7622: So I would study classic cocktails and learn how to balance booze for good drinks, then I’d go to parties, make amazing punches and such and get people to like me. Schmidt: Seems like you researched your way into the “in-crowd”. SCP-7622: Absolutely! Schmidt: So would you say that mixing cocktails is your way of letting people know you want to be liked by them? OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt looks at her cocktail. SCP-7622: I guess you could say that. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 forcibly blinks with both eyes and then stares at Schmidt for 10 seconds. Schmidt: You’re staring, weren’t you taught that it is rude to stare? SCP-7622: Oh yes, I know. But life is short, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the chance to take in something beautiful. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt blushes and looks away. Schmidt: JD, let’s keep it on track, won’t we? SCP-7622: You got it, Doc! Schmidt: So along the same lines of what you experienced in your younger years, dream-like memories, visions of shadow things. Anything stand out to you? SCP-7622: No, as I got older, I just found myself in strange situations, ones where it almost seemed like I blipped out of reality into… I… I don’t know how to describe it. Schmidt: Try me. SCP-7622: Like, okay, when I got my first car at 19, it was a Jeep. It was awesome, but not without its flaws. The idle wouldn’t catch sometimes, so at stoplights and such, I would have to also keep the gas going along with the brake. So this one time, instead of possibly have the car die on me if I stopped, I blew through a yellow light, but the Jeep was top-heavy and started to tailspin. I went off the road, over the sidewalk and almost plummeted about 100 feet down into some apartment complex. But suddenly out of nowhere, one single tree, no more than 8 inches thick appeared and caught the front bumper of my car. That one tree, that I swear wasn’t there, saved my life. And I’ve been in even crazier accidents since then. Schmidt: Yes I can see from your file, 3 car accidents and 2 motorcycle. This one included. Can you tell me about another? SCP-7622: Well there was the time in college, when I was 22, that my girlfriend and I got into a fight, I was drunk and stormed off. Got in my car and drove 20 miles to my apartment, when I got there, I decided to go back to the dorms where she was, another 20 miles. When I got there, her roommates told me she had gone home to cool off, so I drove down to her parent home, 50 miles away. Once I got to her neighborhood, I decided to cool down myself. I turned my car around and started the 20 mile trip home. Mid-way, she texts me asking if I was ok, that she hadn’t heard from me in too long, was worried. I was sobering up at the time, but was still quite upset. Schmidt: So what did you do? SCP-7622: I texted her back, “No”, but I mistyped and sent “Ni”. N. I. Neee. So I went to fix the mistake, while barreling down the I-73 at 80-90 miles an hour. When I looked up from my phone, I was going over the center embankment. The nose of my truck hit the ground, launched me and the truck sideways. I rolled anywhere between four to six times over. When the motion stopped, I pulled myself out the back window and out of the wreck. I was not injured in the least. Schmidt: You don’t say. SCP-7622: Even crazier, the entire thing, whole truck, mashed metal and shattered glass, only thing that wasn’t pulverized was the front driver’s side area. It was like I had a bubble around me… protection. Schmidt: Seems like a running theme in your life is narrowly escaping severe or deadly situations? SCP-7622: Mari! That's like not even the half of it! So many stories! Schmidt: Like what? SCP-7622: The time when I was 26, I was lost in the desert for two days with no food or water, just a hangover and cocaine! Was found by search and rescue, literally almost died. Schmidt: Another good exam— SCP-7622: And then there’s the time last year, in Tijuana, that I bought coke off a guy who turned me into the police, they pat me down and everything, but missed the one pocket where the shit was. I then I lost all my money, my wallet and phone, racked up a bill at one of the bars, couldn’t pay and was held at gunpoint for payment before a fire broke out and I got away! Schmidt: Sounds like— SCP-7622: Again! When I was 16, my friends and I got into parkour and I missed a 4 story jump, and only pinched my sciatica! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt is quiet for 3 seconds. SCP-7622: Or two years when I was riding to work and got T-boned by an SUV and the only thing damaged was my bike! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 and Schmidt are quiet for 7 seconds. Schmidt: Any others? SCP-7622: Well… yeah… OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 looks at the far wall, past Schmidt. SCP-7622: I tried killing myself… Twice. Once, with an overdose of painkillers, and the second time by cutting my wrists. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 turns its wrists over revealing scars. Schmidt: I’m sorry. I didn’t know, that wasn’t in your file. SCP-7622: It wouldn’t be, they were private moments where I decided it just wasn’t worth it to continue any further. But, I guess I have bad luck even with that. For the overdose, roommate found me and induced vomiting, took me 3 days to recover. And these, no matter how hard and how much I cut, the blood always stopped. I can’t even do that right. Schmidt: Well, JD, aren’t you glad that you couldn’t? SCP-7622: Jury’s still out on that. SCP-7622 and Schmidt are quiet for 21 seconds. SCP-7622: Whew, I mean, that's what comes to mind right now. But now that I say it, I’ve had like the best of the worst luck. Schmidt: Sounds like you find yourself in compromising situations, often at your own discretion, and somehow luckily make it out. SCP-7622: Its like my bad luck and good luck are two sides of the same coin. A coin flip that miraculously just keeps landing on its edge. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 looks at its drink. SCP-7622: I guess a lot of it might have to do with this, huh? Schmidt: Seems to be an underlying factor. SCP-7622: Well then, here’s to your study! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 finishes the entirety of its drink in one gulp. SCP-7622 looks back at Schmidt despondently. SCP-7622: That's what you want right? Schmidt: Not particularly, but it is necessary. SCP-7622: Do you always do what's necessary? Schmidt: When it’s needed. SCP-7622: You’re so lucky I like you. Schmidt: Why’s that? SCP-7622: If I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting with you like this every month, I’d tell this study to get fucked. Schmidt: Well then… SCP-7622: I’m sorry, just a little drunk and emotional after all that. Schmidt: That's understandable. SCP-7622 and Schmidt are quiet for 12 seconds. SCP-7622: You’re beautiful, you know that? OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt looks at SCP-7622. Schmidt: JD, you’re intoxicated. SCP-7622: And tomorrow I won’t be, but Dr. Schmidt, you will still be beautiful. Schmidt: Thank you JD, I think we can end here. SCP-7622: Did I say something wrong. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt smiles. Schmidt: Not in the slightest, you’re a charming person, JD. Keep your head up. 12:20… BAC: 0.25, Hm: 20/20 End Transcript Researcher Summary Remarks: SCP-7622 seems to have lived a life of extreme risks and constant inebriation. It can ultimately be inferred that SCP-7622-A has been activated upon in many instances in the past to protect the survival of SCP-7622. SCP-7622 seems to see all the situations he put himself in as a result of bad luck and their outcomes as a result of good luck. SCP-7622 seems to lack awareness in his conscious autonomy to make decisions, functioning off of a combination of instinct and impulse, often only realizing the ramifications of his actions after the fact. The next interview will seek to establish motives and intentions behind decision making and establish a broader prospective of SCP-7622’s worldview. Interview-3 SCP-7622 26-05-2020 Date: 26-05-2020 Time: 12:35 Location: PER/OBR-15 Research Head: Dr. Mari Schmidt Research Assistant: Dr. Morgan Eskew Security Detail: Sgt. John Abramov Forward: Dr. Schmidt, deciding that the setting of OCSB-7622 may have been too informal for a proper interview, elected to move the interview back to Site-52. The line of questioning that followed was intended to determine if SCP-7622-A were to fully emerge and activate, what kind of person would SCP-7622 be in maintaining the ability. Begin Transcript 12:35… BAC: 0.08, Hm: 18/24 Schmidt: Thanks for meeting me here, JD. SCP-7622: No problem, Doc. More formal than our last encounter. Schmidt: Yes. SCP-7622: So where are we starting today? Schmidt: Well, let us start off light. You have cut back on the drinking I see. Only coming in today with a… point oh eight? SCP-7622: Yeah, I feel like I was out of line with you last time, and a bit too heavy handed. I know you know, I got the hots for ya, but this is… well, I guess considered a working relationship, and I need to respect that. Schmidt: That's very… self-aware of you, JD. SCP-7622: Yeah, I don’t know what waits for me on the other side of this thing, but I hope it’s a better me. Schmidt: So do I, JD, so do I. What kind of person do you want to be JD? SCP-7622: I don’t know, up to this point I just feel like I’ve been fucking up so excellently, that I just never considered that change is in my cards. It’s like I went downhill so sharply that when I tried to look behind me, I saw nothing but the sky. Schmidt: So, do you think you can change? SCP-7622: I don’t know. I always wanted to be a writer, a composer, an astronaut, a pilot, someone who does things that make people happy, leaves then in awe. There's so many shitty things going on in the world, global warming, political bullshit, wars, sickness… I just thought maybe I’d do something to make all those things not so bad for people. Schmidt: So what happened? ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 gestures around the room and then to itself. SCP-7622: This. This my dear. Drinking, reckless behavior, this whole mess of an existence I call a life. I stopped myself in my own tracks, before I could get running. Schmidt: So what would you have done differently? SCP-7622: Not drank, not started down this whole path of existential absurdity. Schmidt: What do you mean by that? SCP-7622: Have you ever heard of Camus? Schmidt: The philosopher? SCP-7622: Bingo, I got this thing he said tattooed across my chest, “A man that has become aware of the absurd is forever bound to it.”. Basically, the Absurd is the dissonance that arises between man’s search for meaning in a universe ultimately devoid of meaning. When he becomes aware of it, it’s all that consumes him. Schmidt: So you think there is no meaning in the universe? SCP-7622: None that we were meant to know, just a large black nothingness for us to scream into. Schmidt: So if nothing matters, why did you limit your drinking to see me today, you could have come in here raging drunk and according to your absurdity idea, nothing would have been different. SCP-7622: Because, as Nietzsche once said, “He who fights monsters must take care he does not become a monster, himself. For if you gaze for long into the abyss, the abyss gazes back.” If I want to rail against the meaninglessness of existence, that black abyss, I must own myself with the conviction to never become a monster. I care about you, I’m sure in some of the same capacities my father loved my mother, but once drink is involved… dissolution. Drinking is my monster. ST52-CCTV-PER15: SCP-7622 stares at Schmidt. SCP-7622: I don’t ever want to be a monster to you. Schmidt: I don’t think you ever could be, JD. SCP-7622: Only time will tell. I guess that's why I’ve always wanted to do something to change peoples' lives. I feel like all the bad luck in my life is just karma for being a bad person… Schmidt: How so? SCP-7622: I don’t know, I have all this criminal history, but all this want to be a force for good in the world, wasted potential. Sometimes I just wish I could come across a drowning person, a car crash, a burning house, natural disaster, and just… help. Prove that I am not just my mistakes, prove that I am not lost, prove that I can still do good in this world. Maybe if I was a hero, people would forget the absolute royal flush of a fuck up that I’ve turned out to be. Sometimes I wonder, if I am a good person… Schmidt: I think you are. It sounds like you beat yourself up over this quite a bit. SCP-7622: Hence the drinking, it helps quiet that inner voice. The one that keeps trying to tell me I’m better than this, and nothing at all, all at the same time. Schmidt: What would you do if you listened? SCP-7622: I don’t know… Hey, Doc? Schmidt: Yes? SCP-7622: What happens after the study? My record gets clean, I have some money in my pocket, do I just go back to my old ways? What do you think the future holds for me? Good luck, bad? More of the same? Schmidt: Honestly, JD, I can’t quite say. I think that will ultimately be up to you. SCP-7622: Will you be there? Schmidt: Huh? I… SCP-7622: When this is all done, will we stay in contact? Schmidt: JD, I think you and I will be in contact for a very, very long time. SCP-7622: Oh, oh good, I like that. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 blinks forcefully with both eyes. 12:55… BAC: 0.05, Hm: 15/69 ST52-CCTV-PER15: Schmidt turns away from SCP-7622. SCP-7622: What else do you want me to talk about? Schmidt: I think I have enough for today, JD. Thank you. SCP-7622: See ya next month? Schmidt: Absolutely. 13:00… BAC: 0.04, Hm: 10/111 End Transcript Researcher Summary Remarks: JD is quite possibly one of the first Green-Type individuals ever encountered to; one, by his age not be aware of his abilities in the slightest, and two, be on the cusp, or in the midst of Phase-4 power transition, without never undergoing any other of the Phase 1-3 transitions. Regardless of what Dr. Clef may attribute to the concept of the “Child God”23, or anomalous effects SCP-7622-A may have on my interactions with JD, it is quite possible that he might be a force for good, and useful to the Foundation’s needs. Formal submission for reclassification to Thaumiel/Cernunnos, pending approval. Archived Emails 28-05-2020 To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 28-05-2020 Subject: SCP-7622 Reclassification Request Director Loweski, Sir, it has been 2 days since I submitted my request for reclassification of SCP-7622. I think there is clear evidence here for release and use. JD has a strong moral compass, a keen eye and understanding of his faults, and a sense of duty to the world. Should we allow him to develop his abilities, he could be a great asset to The Foundation. Imagine what we could do with a top-tier reality bender on our side. Thaumiel only makes sense at this point. On top of all that, it is clear that we cannot just sedate him and keep him inebriated via sedative means. And to be completely frank, these containment procedures are borderline unethical. To actively force this person to drink themselves to death would be against our creed of “cold, not cruel”. Even more so that if his health starts to decline significantly due to the excessive drinking, the SCP-7622-A anomaly may appear just to protect JD anyway. In that case he’d be weaker and not in control. A secondary class of Cernunnos is necessary. I propose to dissolve Protocol:Relapse as well, it was a short-sighted & inhumane solution to a potential problem that I did not fully comprehend at the time. I need your help to push this along. Please follow up with the Council as soon as possible. -Mari Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol Date: 28-05-2020 Subject: RE: SCP-7622 Reclassification Request Dr. Schmidt, It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that your request for Reclassification has been denied, vote 5-8. I am also sorry to report that effective immediately, you are to remove yourself as Research Head on the SCP-7622 project. The Council feels that you have grown too close and too attached to SCP-7622. Some of your research fails to maintain objectivity and proper nomenclature attributes. Data analysis also shows that SCP-7622 maintains a higher level of sobriety before and after your meetings, thus weakening Containment Protocols. The Council, along with myself, feel that you may be being manipulated by SCP-7622 & SCP-7622-A, either consciously or subconsciously, for unknown reasons. I hope this does not deter you from accepting other work on our behalf in the future. Your knowledge and prowess in this field is valued and appreciated. With Deepest Regrets, Dir. Herold Loweski Director, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52001, LV.4, Office 01 Secure. Contain. Protect To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|dlorehiksweol From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|iramtdimhcs Date: 28-05-2020 Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7622 Reclassification Request Director, I begrudgingly accept the Council’s decision, and appreciate your input. I will, however, elect to hold my personal opinion regarding the matter to myself, as stating so would involve a wide degree of dissenting and disrespectful comments, the vulgarity of which is below me. Consider this my request for a two week sabbatical to clear my head. Respectfully, Dr. Mari Schmidt, PHD Researcher, Secure Facility 52 Ext.52042, LV.3, Office 26 Secure. Contain. Protect Incident 28-05-2020 Forward: At 09:13 on May 28th, 2020, Dr. Mari Schmidt arrived at OSCB-7622. Dr. Schmidt was still able to use her personal access keycard. Internal investigation has revealed that Dr. Schmidt’s continued access to OSCB-7622 was achievable by way of systemic policy failure, as Dr. Schmidt had a higher clearance level than the programmer assigned to change her access permissions. Formal authorization inquiries hindered the expediency expected of such a general process24. What follows is a transcript of events. Begin CCTV Transcript: 21:13… BAC: 0.07, Hm: 13/89 OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt enters through OCSB-7622-1 door lock. She is met with a confused SCP-7622. Schmidt: JD! Come on we gotta go. We gotta go now, come with me. SCP-7622: Whoa! Dr. Schmidt! Please, slow your roll. Sup? Schmidt: Just call me Mari. I’m not your doctor, never was, this whole thing is a lie. Come on. SCP-7622: Dude, slow down, what? Schmidt: No time to explain, grab what you want and lets go! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 gets up and starts looking for personal effects, Schmidt is seen assisting in packing. SCP-7622: Well you’re gonna have to explain. Schmidt: Listen, I work for a clandestine, above government agency, specializing in the acquisition and containment of anomalous items, locations, and persons. You are such a person. SCP-7622: I don’t know what you mean… Schmidt: Your whole life, the “shadow”, surviving when you shouldn’t have, things happening you can’t explain, your luck, that's you, it’s always been you. SCP-7622: What, whoa, whoa… Schmidt: You’re what we like to call a Green-Type, a reality bender, my specialty. You can shape and change the physical world around you, manipulate reality. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 starts laughing. SCP-7622: Hahaha. Oh my god! Dr. Schmidt, who put you up to this? John? That trickster! Schmidt: John is not your friend and he never will be, he’s been the lead on your security detail. In charge of watching your every move. SCP-7622: Come on Doc… Schmidt: Call me Mari! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 stops and stares at Schmidt. SCP-7622: You’re… You’re serious? Schmidt: Yes, please come on…. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt can be seen with tears in her eyes. SCP-7622: So there is no study? Schmidt: No! Our plan was to keep extending, keep you here drunk, indefinitely. Your powers don’t work while you have alcohol in your system. SCP-7622: You’re kidding me? My whole life… Schmidt: Let’s go! SCP-7622: So none of this was real? Schmidt: No. SCP-7622: John? Schmidt: Not real. Come on! SCP-7622: You? Are you real? How can I trust you? Schmidt: Because, JD, I care about you. I see greatness in you, if you only knew the power you have. SCP-7622: What is it, this power? Schmidt: Well, my theory right now, is that it exists separately from you, but if you were to harness it and control it… SCP-7622: What? Schmidt: You know how all creatures have a “fight or flight” response? SCP-7622: Yeah? Schmidt: You have a third option, “change”. If you could learn to control yourself and your power, you could… SCP-7622: Could what? Schmidt: JD, if you were sober, if you let your power out, control it, harness it… you could fly, move mountains, you… you could change the world. This group I work for they’re scared of you, they’ll do everything they can to stop… OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: MTF-𝛿-10 Agent Alpha-125 is seen breaching the doorway in with weapons drawn. The other 6 MTF member follow in. Alpha-1: Dr. Schmidt get on your knees! Get down now! OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Schmidt can be seen crying. Schmidt: I’m sorry JD, I’m so sorry. OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Alpha-1 is seen restraining Schmidt. Delta-1 & 2 escort her out. Alpha-1: Command, Target is acquired. En route to Site. Can confirm OSCB Veil has been broken. Please advise. Command: Secure the area and await the new specialist, revised containment procedures to follow tomorrow. This experiment is over. SCP-7622: John? Alpha-1: Sorry pal, just another op. No hard feelings. 21:21… BAC: 0.06, Hm: 14/75 OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: Alpha-1 is seen departing OCSB-7622-1, along with the rest of the team. Lockdown procedure is initiated and the walls, windows, and doors of OSCB-7622-A are covered by roll-down reinforced metallic barricades. The thermal-infrared night filter switches on. SCP-7622 appears disturbed and begins to cry. Containment Breach: LEVEL-3 ACCESS REQUIRED Close SCP-7622 Containment Breach 02-06-2020 Following the Incident on May 28th involving Dr. Mari Schmidt, SCP-7622 was observed lying in a fetal position within the same area of OSCB-7622-1, SCP-7622 was seen intermittently sobbing from time to time. This behavior continued for an extended period of time. SCP-7622 only ceased this behavior to get up and write on a piece of paper. It is to be noted, no alcohol was consumed during this period of time. Dr. Schmidt was summarily relieved of her Level 3 credentials and remanded to on-site confinement, with Foundation duties limited to Level 1 administrative paperwork and data input. At 10:09, on May 29th, 2020, 21 minutes before the new containment specialist, Dr. Mallory Name26, was to arrive on scene and instruct the team on next steps, a large blast of energy was felt from within OSCB-7622. Hume readings at this moment reached .05/556Hm. On-site alarms were triggered and CCTV recorded 10 seconds of what transpired before being cut. CCTV Transcript: 10:09… BAC: 0.01, Hm: .05/556 OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 starts to emit a strong blue glow. OSCB-7622 emergency sirens begin to sound. SCP-7622: Change the world, hey Mari? OSCB-7622-1-CCTV-A: SCP-7622 looks at the camera, blinks forcefully and the feed is cut. At 10:10, SCP-7622 was seen by MTF-𝛿-10 breaching the roof of OSCB-7622 and levitating momentarily. SCP-7622 had a bright blue luminosity radiating from around its body. PROTOCOL:RELAPSE was initiated and MTF attempted to dispatch SRAs, but the units were identified by SCP-7622 immediately and anomalously disintegrated. SCP-7622 was seen smiling before it flew away. Foundation satellite radar measured a small unidentified object, believed to be SCP-7622, moving at Mach 2.5 in a northwest vector away from OSCB-7622, before it vanished over the Pacific Ocean, near the coast of Monterey, CA. SCP-7622's whereabouts are currently unknown and are being actively traced. See Addendum - SCP-7622 - C. Recovered File: SCP-7622 29-05-2020 Note left behind by SCP-7622: Mari, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, wherever you are… but one day I’ll find you. First I want to say thank you… Thank you for believing in me when it felt like the rest of the world had given up. Thank you understanding my faults, my misgivings, my darknesses, my shadow. Thank you for never judging me or holding me in contempt for all that I’ve screwed up. Thank you for helping to bring me out of my own self-induced stupor. Thank you for making me feel human again, for making me feel seen. Thank you for making me realize that I am not some black cat with ten lives, that I am so much more than just the good and bad luck this existence thrust upon me. If there is one thing I can count myself lucky for is that I was lucky to know you in our short time together. Thank you for being a friend to this singular weirdo, you were a beautiful one at that. I will go to the ends of the Earth to learn how to harness this newfound power churning within me, and when I return… I won’t just fly, the rest of the world will fly with me. I won’t just move mountains, we will make them, I won’t just change the world, we will. Together we will make our own luck . Till next time Winking at you, both eyes… JD ADDENA: Addendum - SCP-7622 - A Open Addendum Close Addendum PROTOCOL:RELAPSE: Should SCP-7622-A fully emerge, full deployment of OSCB-7622’s SRA equipment is to be initiated. While SCP-7622 is incapacitated, a single round is to be discharged into the side cranium by MTF-𝛿-10 Alpha-1 to neutralize the Threat. - Dr. Mari Schmidt 18-03-2020 Addendum - SCP-7622 - B Open Addendum Close Addendum It is to be duly noted that within 24 hours following the March 18th Incident at Long Beach Memorial Medical Hospital, all 7 of the infants housed within the Newborn Intensive Care Unit were no longer suffering from their previously ascribed complications. All infants were given full spectrum screenings, with none having any signs of health concerns. Blood samples and DNA analysis showed no genetic predispositions for any diseases. All infants were released to their parents, however, the Foundation has elected to keep a list of known individuals for future reference in [REDACTED]. Addendum - SCP-7622 - C Open Addendum Close Addendum As of 22 Dec 2024 23:25, SCP-7622 remains uncontained with little information to its possible location. Eye-witness testimonies from across the globe have reported a humanoid male figure with strange abilities and powers appearing shortly after disasters; natural, man-made, and anomalous. Witnesses report seeing this figure, often described as emitting a faint blue glow, assist and help in recovery efforts, ultimately leaving before Foundation Personnel arrive on scene. Footnotes 1. OSCB 2. Central Nervous System 3. Blood Alcohol Concentration 4. AMS 5. Post-Alcohol Recovery, i.e. a “hangover” 6. See Addendum-7622-A 7. Reality Bender, a term originally used by the GOC, later adopted by the Foundation 8. Alcohol dehydrogenase 9. Aldehyde dehydrogenase, most notably the “mitochondrial” form. 10. 145km 11. Temporary Rapid Response Team, Codename: “Sedation Services” 12. All Available Agents in Area 13. Alpha-1&2, Beta-1&2, Delta-1&2 14. Helmet Camera Feed 15. NEST: Non-Euclidian Space-Time, areas of time and space that have been anomalously distorted. 16. MTF slang for SRA 17. All SCP-7622 affected infants will be marked and tracked for possible further studies. See Addendum-7622-B 18. Standard Interview Room 19. Observation Room 20. MTF-Ξ-12, Alpha-2 21. Psychological Examination Room 22. In analytical psychology, the shadow (also known as ego-dystonic complex, repressed id, shadow aspect, or shadow archetype) is an unconscious aspect of the personality that does not correspond with the ego ideal, leading the ego to resist and project the shadow. In short, the shadow is the self's emotional blind spot.[4] 23. Dr. Clef’s “Excerpts from PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Special Circumstances, Humanoid Threat Entities” 24. Current Polices & Procedures are now pending review. 25. John Abamrov 26. PhD in Physics & Thaumaturgy, a student of Dr. Clef, both proponents of sedation techniques. Bibliography 1. Alcohol Research & Health, 29(40): 245-254, C.2006, Dr. Samir Zakhari 2. What We Know So Far: Answering the Question of What, How, and Why; Green-Types — A Modern Compendium of Research and Analysis in Emergent Biomorphologies, (3)2, 42-56, C.2017, Dr. Mari Schmidt 3. Quantum Hume Theory, An Ontokinetic Look Behind Reality, C.2016, Dr. Jay Wentworth 4. Analytical Psychology: Contemporary Perspectives in Jungian Analysis. Advancing Theory in Therapy., C. (2004) Beebe, John, Cambray, Joseph; Carter, Linda (eds.), Routledge, Solomon, Hester, McFarland, p. 110. p. 251 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7622" by JayKillbam, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7623 | safe | Item#: 7623 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A caricature of Robert Coates, entitled "Robert Coates Esq. The Amateur of Fashion" Assigned Site Site Director Research Supervisor Assigned Task Force Site-126 Dir. Caspar Nilsson Dr. Antonia Sauer MTF μ-83 "Hot Potato, Orchestra Stalls" Special Containment Procedures: The skeleton of Robert Coates is to be stored in an anomalous object storage locker; the room said locker is contained in is to be soundproofed. Personnel who encounter SCP-7623 are advised to ignore its presence entirely. Experimentation with using SCP-7623 to distract or otherwise incapacitate anomalous threats is ongoing. Description: SCP-7623 is a Level-2 Humanoid Apparition1 which manifests in the vicinity of the skeleton of English amateur actor Robert Coates. SCP-7623 takes the form of a translucent apparition of Coates, dressed in various elaborate stage costumes. The apparition will perform extracts of Shakespeare's plays to passersby (with a particular preference for Romeo and Juliet) at high volumes and with intense displays of emotion, interpreting all responses to its performances as being positive. SCP-7623 is noteworthy for its involvement with an anomalous incident associated with SCP-2264-B, the extradimensional empire of Alagadda. Addendum 7623.1: Biographical Background + Access Document - Close Portrait of Robert Coates Robert Coates (1772-1848) was a Regency-era actor, infamous for his inept performances of Shakespeare. Captain Rees Gronow, who attended Coates' 1809 performance as Romeo in Romeo and Juliet, wrote that Coates wore "a cloak of sky-blue silk, profusely spangled, red pantaloons, a vest of white muslin, surmounted by an enormously thick cravat, and a wig à la Charles the Second, capped by an opera hat". Gronow added that the production suffered from many other problems: Coates' too-tight pantaloons split, exposing his underwear; he paused his performance to offer snuff to the audience, and concluded the play by repeatedly performing Romeo's death scene until the actress playing Juliet interrupted him. Coates' self-financed performances became well-known and infamous for his poor acting and gaudy costumes, though Coates appeared entirely oblivious to how he was ridiculed. He died in 1848 after being struck by a hansom cab. Addendum 7623.2: Historical Documentation + Access Document - Close The following excerpt of a letter, sent from Lady Caroline Glenarvon to her sister Helene in March 1813, refers to the first incidence of anomalous phenomena related to Robert Coates. …moreover, there was a most singular guest at a masquerade-ball the last Sunday hosted by Mme Lefroy. He was an Italian lord in a yellow robe and mask, with the arabesqued fabric strangely bearing a texture like a beetle's shell. He was introduced as Count Ysbrand of Athulf2. This Count gravely indicated that he was seeking, at short notice, to hire "the most famed actor in England", to perform a play to greet an Ambassador. He was thronged by suggestions of "Kean!" and "Kemble!", until Mr Heddon made his suggestion: "Why, the only choice would be that Robert Coates! I saw his Romeo, and try as I might, I cannot forget it!" The Count, seeing our laughter and agreement, swiftly withdrew before any of us could puncture the joke. One must hope that Mr Heddon's famous wit does not prompt a diplomatic incident!… Coates' spending records after this point indicate that he was lavishly paid by the Count Ysbrand to organize a production of SCP-701, also known as The Hanged King's Tragedy. Coates was to play the lead role of Antonio. Addendum 7623.3: Anomalous Event Documentation + Access Document - Close The performance of SCP-701 was scheduled for ██/██/1813 at London's Grafton Theatre, a date on which an astrologically significant conjugation of six stars was to occur3. The Count's intention was evidently to stage SCP-701 such that its concluding human sacrifices coincided with the narrow window of time when the conjugation's anomalous properties were at their apex. Properly performed, this ritual would have opened a stable, long-lasting two-way portal to Alagadda4. The Unseen Order of St. Jude5, having been notified of Count Ysbrand's arrival in London, dispatched three agents with the intention of terminating Coates or otherwise disrupting the performance. One anonymous agent composed the following letter, translated from Italian, recording his experiences at the performance. It did not matter that we had poison and knives. When we were near the Theatre we had no control of our actions. We sat down (the audience was a motley of people from the street, all transfixed in the same manner), and I saw the yellow-robed Count in a box seat, glancing down with what must have been amusement. The curtain rose. I remember noticing, despite my panic, how excellent Gonzalo's actor was; his first monologue was delivered with regal pathos. But then came Antonio's arrival at the conclusion of the first scene—dressed in an oversized black-and-gold slashed doublet and silver hose, with a ruff around his neck almost wider than his shoulders, Coates looked so bizarre that, despite my transfixed state, I choked out a laugh. I soon realized that Coates was, quite unintentionally, disrupting the Count's ritual. The cast had to be killed at the right moment to coincide with the position of the stars. But even when compelled by the play's mesmeric power, Coates remained a singularly poor actor—awful enough that he was disrupting the ritual's careful timing. When Antonio was to kill Isabella in Act III, Coates stopped mid-murder and repeated the entire preceding monologue in an even more tearful tone, in an attempt to accentuate the pathos of the moment. It was at least five minutes before he mercifully ended Isabella's life and the scene. As the play went on, the scenery began to flicker, the back wall of the stage opening up into a world of dark towers and torchlit castles. At the conclusion of Act V, a noose descended from the ceiling to hang Gonzalo and complete the blood-sacrifice. I remember how the spectre of the Ambassador of Alagadda was standing before the throne, its presence painful to look at. Gonzalo was placed in the noose, and Coates picked up the knife to slit Gonzalo's stomach. By now the stage was like a churning vortex, the lights of Alagadda searing into our world. But then Coates fell to his knees, dropping the blade, and began beating at his chest in what must have been an attempt to portray regret and guilt. He rampaged up and down the stage, wiping away floods of tears with his lacy cuffs. He would pick up the knife—then his nerve would fail him, and he would fall to the floor weeping again, though these paroxysms of torment did not prevent him from carefully dusting off the floor before kneeling on it. With minutes of the conjugation of stars left, the hooded spectre of the Ambassador finally strode forward, gripped Coates' shoulder, and thrust the knife into his hand. But Coates, enraptured in his own performance, shushed the Ambassador and waved for the spectre to go away. Evidently, even mighty demons can be surprised. The Ambassador or the Count were sufficiently amazed by the actor's insolence that they hesitated—just long enough for the conjugation's power to pass. And as I watched, the smoldering spires of Alagadda began to fade from the stage. I came to a few hours later, to learn that the Grafton Theatre had collapsed in on itself. Coates, though dazed, had retired to a nearby pub for a celebratory round of drinks. Information traded from the Wandsmen of Kul-Manas indicates that, for the failure of the ritual and the insult to the Ambassador of Alagadda's dignity, Count Ysbrand was sentenced to perpetual torture on the planet Melveric. Upon Coates' death, the Unseen Order collected his remains for further study, and thereby discovered SCP-7623. Coates' remains were stored in a soundproofed crypt until they were transferred to Foundation ownership in 1993. Addendum 7623.4: Incident Report (██/██/2023) + Access Document - Close On ██/██/2023, the same conjugation of stars as on ██/██/1813 occurred. At the time the conjugation began, Dr. Antonia Sauer barricaded herself within a wing of the research facility, and began to read from an illicitly-obtained copy of SCP-7016. MTF Mu-83 was dispatched to terminate the ritual. The transcript of MTF Mu-83's exploration log is included below. Alpha: Command, we're headed down the corridor—just passing Anomalous Object Storage. Foxtrot: Down the hall—watch out! A procession led by Dr. Sauer moves down the corridor. Her expression is vacant as she reads from SCP-701. She is flanked by an individual in yellow armor and a mask, subsequently identified as the Chevalier-Alchemist Ziba. The procession is composed of researchers and anomalous masked individuals. Alpha: Shoot! Shoot, damn it! Dr. Sauer pauses in her recitation. The Chevalier performs a thaumaturgical gesture; the weapons of MTF Mu-83 disintegrate in their hands, and the team members are forced to their knees. The Chevalier draws a dagger. Ritual dagger used by the Chevalier-Alchemist Ziba Chevalier: There's merriment in death, slit throats and out-gushing red life. All, all slain tonight…as dark rot kills the tree, slain shall you all— A faint light appears. SCP-7623, dressed in an elaborate stage costume, manifests as a translucent apparition. Chevalier: What fiend or fool is this? SCP-7623: Good sir! You resemble my erstwhile patron—tell me, how is the Count? He left my performance abruptly, but I can only suppose he was satisfied. All of my audiences are. The Chevalier glances back and forth at the members of their procession in seeming confusion. Chevalier: I care not what you are. Begone, on pain— SCP-7623: Even if you may not know my voice, surely you'll recognize that of the Swan of Avon? SCP-7623 grips the Chevalier by their shoulders, and recites in a loud and passionate tone. SCP-7623: "O my love, my wife! Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath—" The Chevalier pushes SCP-7623 aside violently, dropping their dagger in the process. Mu-83 Foxtrot catches the blade and leaps forwards, stabbing Dr. Sauer through the throat. Immediately the Chevalier and the masked members of the procession begin to become incorporeal. Dr. Sauer: Thank you. Thank you. Dr. Sauer collapses. The Chevalier and their entourage demanifest completely. SCP-7623: "—hath had no power yet upon thy beauty! Thou art not conquer’d! Beauty's ensign—" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7623" by OrbeezTertius, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7623. 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: caricature.jpg Name: Caricature of Robert ("Romeo") Coates Author: Springsguth, S License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Caricature_of_Robert_(%22Romeo%22)_Coates_-_DPLA_-_44e685db0469bae73e4f2e679d94a07f.jpg Filename: coates.jpg Name: Robert Coates (actor) Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Robert_Coates_(actor).jpg Filename: blade.jpg Name: Cinquedea Author: Metropolitan Museum of Art License: CC0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cinquedea_MET_14.25.1266_003dec2014.jpg Footnotes 1. Defined as a corporeal, object- or location-bound apparition of a deceased individual. 2. Records within the Wanderer's Library indicate that Count Ysbrand was an Alagaddan noble, answering to the Seething Prince, Lord of the Yellow Court. Athulf remains a vassal-world of Alagadda (located 628 whalons to the Multiversal North-West of the Central Reality Compass), currently ruled by a Count Adalmar. 3. Details regarding this astrological phenomenon may be requested from the Foundation's Computus Desk, pending signed authorization from a research supervisor possessing Level 4 clearance. 4. Under typical circumstances, travel to and from Alagadda requires complex ritual preparations. It is estimated that, for the Count to arrive in London in corporeal form, a three-day alchemical ritual incorporating a large blood sacrifice would have been required. 5. A division of the Swiss Guard, answering directly to the Pope, the Order was composed of Christian knights trained to eliminate anomalous and thaumaturgical threats. 6. It was later determined that Dr. Sauer had been influenced by a lesser noble of the Yellow Court, the Chevalier-Alchemist Ziba, operating without the approval of their superiors. Like the Count, the Chevalier is believed to have been sentenced to torture on Melveric following the ██/██/2023 incident. |
SCP-7624 | euclid | Item#: 7624 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7624 is to be kept in the possession of former researcher Dr. Emily Carter at all times. Experimentation with SCP-7624 is currently suspended pending further risk assessment. Description: SCP-7624 is an orange regulation-size table tennis ball with no other distinct physical characteristics. Its activation, facilitated by former researcher Dr. Emily Carter, triggers a transient portal originating from the activation point. This portal leads to a stable temporal spatial anomaly, hereafter referred to as SCP-7624-1. SCP-7624-1 consists of endless network of stalls, booths, and pop-up shops, resembling The Grand Bazaar in Turkey. Ongoing efforts are being undertaken to chart and map SCP-7624-1. Due to the interior orientation of the bazaar, no exterior region of SCP-7624-1 has been observed. On arrival, visitors would appear at an archway with the sign 'Beyond Time Bazaar'. SCP-7624-A SCP-7624-A is a group of a hundred and one (101) autonomous humanoid constructs that appears to be made of porcelain and is fluent in various ancient and modern languages. SCP-7624-A behavior consists of guiding visitors through SCP-7624-1 and will bring visitors to their desired location. The items traded consist of unknown or unidentifiable artifacts, technologies not known to be discovered and anomalies from various alternate timelines. The oldest artifact identified was a rock hammer said to belong to the first men dated approximately 250,000 BCE. All trades performed in SCP-7624-1 are through barter and no currency is noted to be used. Discovery: SCP-7624 was discovered following Incident 7624-1 involving researcher Dr Emily Carter and a previously unknown entity (now identified as PoI-8710). The following is a video transcript of Incident 7624-1. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DISCOVERY LOG 7624-1 [BEGIN LOG] [The camera feed displays Dr. Carter engrossed in her work, typing in her work terminal. The video glitched slightly, the air seems to shimmer, and a figure materializes in the room.] Dr. Carter: [Almost whispering to herself] Oh my Go… [The entity strides forward into the light with an air of confidence, a lopsided grin playing on his lips. He is revealed to be a middle-aged man in a classic cowboy outfit, complete with a ten-gallon hat and boots.] Mason Tucker: Howdy there, ma'am. Hope I ain't interruptin' anything too important. Dr. Carter: [Slowly regaining her composure] I… I wasn't expecting anyone. Who are you? Mason Tucker: Call me Mason Tucker. A humble merchant of sorts, traversing the tides of time and cosmos. [Dr. Carter eyes Mason Tucker with a mix of skepticism and intrigue, her fingers lingering above the alarm.] Dr. Carter: [Cautiously] Mer… chant? Mason Tucker: That's right, ma'am. Got me some peculiar wares to peddle, and I reckon you might be interested in this particular item. [Mason Tucker reaches into a pocket and produces a small ping pong ball, SCP-7624. He places it on the table with a flourish.] Dr. Carter: [Studying SCP-7624, her eyes narrowing] And what, pray tell, is that? Mason Tucker: That there's what I like to call a "Blinkin' Ball." A portal to a whole mess of worlds and times, right at your fingertips. Figured a clever mind like yours could put it to good use. Dr. Carter: [Pausing, her curiosity piqued] A portal? To different times and places? Mason Tucker: Yessiree. Just give it a good bounce, and you'll find yourself in a bazaar that ain't bound by the ticks of one clock and lines of one map. I reckon you're the type who'd appreciate what I got to trade. [Dr. Carter hesitates, her gaze shifting between Mason Tucker and the enigmatic SCP-7624. The implications of such a device weigh heavily on her mind.] Dr. Carter: What do you want in exchange for this… Blinkin' Ball? Mason Tucker: [Grinning] Simple enough, ma'am. I'm fixin' to get my hands on that fourth draft of SCP-████'s log you're working on. A real collector's item, that. [Dr. Carter furrows her brows.] Dr. Carter: [Nodding slowly] Very well, Mr. Tucker. You have a deal. [The exchange is made, and SCP-7624 changes hands. The video glitches slightly, the room seems to shimmer, and Mason Tucker disappears, leaving Dr. Carter alone with the newfound SCP-7624] [END LOG] SCP-7624 was subjected to multiple activation attempts using D-class personnel without any incidents. Approval was granted for Dr. Carter to conduct an activation attempt on SCP-7624. The subsequent excerpts are extracted from Dr. Carter's personal body camera footage, designated as Exploratory Log 7624-11A. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT EXPLORATORY LOG 7624-11A [BEGIN LOG] [The body cam footage shows a swirling vortex forming around Dr. Carter as she bounces SCP-7624. Moments later, the vortex dissipates, revealing her standing in the midst of SCP-7624-1, surrounded by an array of exotic stalls and bustling vendors. The atmosphere is vibrant, and the sights and sounds are overwhelming.] Dr. Carter: [Whispering] Unbelievable… It worked. [As Dr. Carter navigates through the marketplace, she encounters a humanoid construct made of white porcelain. The humanoid, now designated as SCP-7624-A, approaches her with graceful movements.] SCP-7624-A: Welcome, Emily Carter, to the Beyond Time Bazaar. I am Nakta Lugal-Zaggisi, at your service. How may I assist you on this journey today, tomorrow and yesterday? [Dr. Carter is taken aback by the appearance of SCP-7624-A, her initial surprise giving way to fascination.] Dr. Carter: You're… a guide? How do you know who I am? SCP-7624-A: Your presence was anticipated. Our marketplace is attuned to the rhythms of existence, and your arrival was foreseen. Tell me, dear traveler, what treasure do you seek? [Dr. Carter takes a deep breath, considering her options before addressing SCP-7624-A.] Dr. Carter: I'm seeking a merchant by the name of Mason Tucker. Can you guide me to him? SCP-7624-A: Mason Tucker, a seller of tales and custodian of adventures. Follow me, and I shall lead you through the tides to his stall. [The body cam footage captures Dr. Carter and SCP-7624-1 weaving through the bustling marketplace, passing by stalls filled with artifacts from different timelines. The environment is a cacophony of languages and cultures. As they approach a specific stall, a figure with a cowboy hat and an air of confidence greets them.] Mason Tucker: Well now, ain't this a pleasant surprise? Dr. Emily Carter, if I'm reckonin' right. [Dr. Carter nods, her expression a mixture of intrigue and determination.] Dr. Carter: You have quite the reputation, Mr. Tucker. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Mason Tucker: [Tips his hat] Pleased to meet you too, ma'am. I reckon you've got that Blinkin' Ball I traded you. [Dr. Carter reaches into her pocket and produces SCP-7624, holding it up for Mason Tucker to see.] Dr. Carter: Indeed. It's proven to be quite the intriguing anomaly. But I'm not just here to discuss trades. I seek something else from you. [Mason Tucker raises an eyebrow, his grin widening.] Mason Tucker: Well, I'm all ears, ma'am. What, pray tell, can I help you with? Dr. Carter: I want to learn more about this marketplace, its rules, its consequences. And I want your expertise. Can you be my guide? [The camera captures Mason Tucker's thoughtful gaze as he considers Dr. Carter's request.] Mason Tucker: [Pauses] Now, that's a curious proposition. But I reckon I might just have a fondness for unexpected alliances. Let's say we ride the tides of time and folds of space together, Dr. Carter. [The camera captures Dr. Carter and Mason Tucker strolling through the maze of stalls, the colorful wares creating a mesmerizing backdrop.] Dr. Carter: [Smiling] I must say, Mr. Tucker, you've shown me quite the array of marvels in this market. I'm grateful for the tour and the chance to meet the vendors. Mason Tucker: [Grinning] Well, ma'am, ain't nothin' like explorin' these tangled threads of time. Happy to be your guide through this here bazaar. [They pause near a particularly captivating stall, adorned with vinyl and its captivating art covers. Dr. Carter takes a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship.] Dr. Carter: [Turning to Mason Tucker] Can I ask you something personal? How did you become a merchant of… well, the extraordinary? Mason Tucker: [Pausing, a shadow of reminiscence in his eyes] That's a tale spun from heartache and recklessness, doc. Y'see, when I was a spry young buck, I came face to face with an anomaly that nearly ended me. It was my friend Jeb who paid the price. Dr. Carter: [Genuine concern] I'm so sorry to hear that, Mr. Tucker. Mason Tucker: [Nodding] Jeb was a good man, ma'am. His life was my reminder that ignorance and lack of respect for the unknown can cost you everything. That anomaly flung me here, and I've been spreadin' the word 'bout the oddities ever since. Partly out of warnin', partly out of guilt. Dr. Carter: [Deep in thought] The weight of the past can shape our present and future choices in profound ways. But, may I inquire, Mr. Tucker, why don't you use your anoma.. I mean power to… perhaps bring Jeb back? Mason Tucker: [Serious, looking ahead] Y'know, doc, once someone's slipped through the veil, they can't come back. It's a rule as old as the hills, and tryin' to break it? Well, that's a fast path to ruin. [As they continue walking, the camera feed captures a reflection of Dr. Carter's contemplative expression.] Dr. Carter: [Cautiously] I understand the complexities of these rules, Mr. Tucker. It's a matter of respect for the timeline and its delicate balance. Mason Tucker: [Observant] Respect's a powerful thing, doc. It's what keeps this place from turnin' into a whirlwind of chaos. [The camera continues to capture their interaction, the backdrop of the bazaar creating a vivid and otherworldly atmosphere.] [END LOG] VIDEO TRANSCRIPT INTERVIEW LOG 7624-1-B [BEGIN LOG] [The camera feed shows Dr. Emily Carter seated across from Dr. Sara Lloyd, both of them situated in comfortable chairs.] Dr. Lloyd: [Offering a warm smile] Emily, it's good to see you. How have you been since your last exploration? Dr. Carter: [Returning the smile] I've been keeping busy, Sara. Thanks for checking in. Your office has quite the tranquil vibe. Dr. Lloyd: [Nodding] It's designed to be a haven. A space where we can talk and navigate the complexities of time and existence without feeling overwhelmed. [Laughs] [Dr. Lloyd's calm demeanor puts Dr. Carter at ease.] Dr. Lloyd: Let's start with something simple. How have you been feeling about your experiences in the Beyond Time Bazaar? Dr. Carter: [Reflective] It's been a blend of fascination and caution. There's an undeniable allure to exploring timelines and artifacts, but the responsibility weighs heavily on my mind. Dr. Lloyd: [Empathetic] Indeed, your role is unique. SCP-7624 appears to have a connection with you, and that presents challenges. How do you ensure the Foundation's best interests are always at the forefront? Dr. Carter: [Thoughtful] It's a balance, Sara. I approach each journey with a researcher's mindset. Every action I take has consequences beyond myself. I always consider the potential benefits and risks to humanity. Dr. Lloyd: [Engaged] Speaking of risks, time travel has a way of amplifying personal interests. How can you be certain that your motivations won't interfere with our mission? Dr. Carter: [Resolute] I'm acutely aware of that possibility, Sara. But my dedication to the Foundation's principles is unwavering. My desire to protect humanity comes before anything else. Dr. Lloyd: [Nodding] That's reassuring, Emily. Your commitment shines through. Now, I must ask about something that's been on both our minds. Your son, lost to SCP-████. How does that loss influence your actions? Dr. Carter: [Pausing, emotions surfacing] It's a wound that never truly heals. But my grief doesn't cloud my judgment. I've learned that tampering with the timeline isn't a solution, even though the temptation is strong. Dr. Lloyd: [Gently] Understandable. You asked PoI-8710 about bringing people back. What led you to ask that question? Dr. Carter: [Sighing] My thoughts wandered, Sara. The marketplace teems with possibilities, and the personal becomes entwined with the professional. But even Mason Tucker cautioned against it. He emphasized the delicate balance of time. [Dr. Lloyd's expression shifts, her tone taking on a more somber note.] Dr. Lloyd: Emily, I want you to know that I'm here to support you, both as a colleague and a friend. Your experiences are vital to the Foundation's mission, but your well-being matters just as much. Dr. Carter: [Softening] I appreciate your concern, Sara, our chats mean a lot to me. You know I'm determined to continue exploring SCP-7624-1 and to keep contributing to the Foundation. [END LOG] Psychological Assessment Report 7624-EC-1 Dr. Emily Carter displays psychological resilience and a clear dedication to the Foundation's goals. Her interactions within SCP-7624-1 have not compromised her mission readiness, but it is crucial to monitor her emotional well-being and ensure that personal motivations do not override the Foundation's objectives. It is recommended that regular assessments and support mechanisms be put in place to ensure her continued effectiveness in these exploration missions. Psychological Assessment: Passed Dr Sara Lloyd Temporal Psychiatrist Following Exploratory Log 7624-11A, a non-exhaustive roster of Persons of Interest (PoI) found within SCP-7624-1 is compiled. + SHOW PERSONS OF INTEREST - HIDE FILES NAME/ DESIGNATION DESCRIPTION ITEMS NOTES Zyra (PoI-9210) Six feet tall humanoid that is completely covered in cloth and garments except for its eyes. Sells clothing and fabrics interwoven with history. Leather jacket made from Tyrannosaurus Rex White shirt made from Julius Caesar's toga Presidential pin from the 108th US president Accepts blood samples of famous celebrities Elian (PoI-9101) Four feet humanoid, dressed in a mechanic jumpsuit covered in soot. Sells vinyl albums and audio that has never been recorded. Unga Bunga by Cavemen Last Words by Adolf Hitler The 16th Album by The Beatles Accepts any metallic coins with preference for coins stylized with Christopher Columbus. Bob (PoI-9348) Middle aged man resembling a human, dressed in a formal black suit with sunglasses. SCP-7624 Gives SCP-7624 out to anyone when walking pass. Mason Tucker (PoI-8710) Middle aged humanoid resembling a Texan cowboy. Collects tales and articles of the SCP Foundation and publishes magazines featuring the Foundation. Paper magazines containing SCP articles, photos and illustrations of anomalies known and unknown, O5 command dossier Greatest desire is to own the first draft of SCP-173. - HIDE FILES Dr. Emily Carter participated in a subsequent exploration mission. The following excerpts were extracted from Dr. Carter's personal body-mounted camera. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT EXPLORATORY LOGS 7624-11B [BEGIN LOG] [The body cam footage shows Dr. Carter and Mason Tucker sitting across from each other, two mismatched chairs drawn close. They share an amicable exchange, their drinks mirroring the eclectic assortment of artifacts in the bazaar.] Dr. Carter: [Smiling] It's remarkable, Mr. Tucker. The market's diversity, the convergence of cultures and epochs. It defies our conventional understanding of time. Mason Tucker: [Nodding] It sure does, ma'am. Fact is, time's a wild beast, and us folks here are its wranglers. We're bound by its rules, but we've found a way to ride the currents. [As they sip their drinks, Dr. Carter leans in, her eyes betraying a curiosity that goes beyond academic interest.] Dr. Carter: I've always wondered, though… with all this temporal interaction, do you ever worry about disrupting timelines? Causing instability? Mason Tucker: [Chuckling] A valid concern, ma'am. I ain't one to ignore the ripples that our actions can stir up. But you see, I've got myself a trusty companion in this journey. [He reaches for his wrist and displays a timepiece-like device.] [The camera captures a glimpse of the watch, adorned with intricate dials and a pulsating light. Dr. Carter's eyes narrow as she studies the device.] Dr. Carter: That watch… it guides your travels? Mason Tucker: [Grinning] You could say that. This ol' thing knows where and when I can go without causin' too much commotion. Keeps the tapestry from unravelin', so to speak. [Dr. Carter's gaze lingers on the watch for a moment longer than necessary, her thoughts veering into a more personal territory.] Dr. Carter: [Curious] And does it ever lead you to moments you'd rather not see? Moments that could change everything? Mason Tucker: [Pausing, his expression thoughtful] Now, that's a question worth ponderin'. Fact is, time's a malleable force, and we're only here to nudge it, not reshape it entirely. Our actions got consequences, and I reckon we must weigh 'em mighty carefully. [Dr. Carter's voice lowers, tinged with a blend of wistfulness and resolve.] Dr. Carter: It's a delicate balance, indeed. Mason Tucker: [Leaning closer, his tone somber] Remember, ma'am, sometimes what we desire might be a powerful current, but those currents can wash away more than we bargain for. Dr. Carter: [Narrowing her eyes thoughtfully] I can't help but wonder, Mr. Tucker, if it's possible to encounter a paradox here. To meet oneself from a different time. Mason Tucker: [Raising an eyebrow] Paradoxes, ma'am, are trickier than a rattlesnake in a hay bale. See, every timeline, every reality, is its own separate dimension. Each version of you exists in her own thread of time, never crossin' paths. Dr. Carter: Different dimensions…? Mason Tucker: Yep, ma'am. In a way, think of 'em as reflections in a shattered mirror. They might start from the same source, but they're fractured and unique. You're from dimension-22, I reckon. Another you might be sippin' coffee in dimension-11 or ridin' the rails of dimension-77. They're parallel tracks, you see, runnin' alongside each other. [Dr. Carter's expression shifts from curiosity to understanding, her mind absorbing the intricacies of the concept.] Dr. Carter: And if different versions of me were to cross paths here, in this bazaar? Mason Tucker: [Chuckling] Ah, now that's where the bazaar's got itself some safeguards. We can't have too many of the same soul waltzin' 'round causin' a ruckus. It'd be like tryin' to stuff too many cattle through a single gate. Dr. Carter: And who enforces these safeguards? What keeps the order within the timelines and the bazaar? Mason Tucker: [Leaning back, his demeanor growing more serious] The Sheriff, ma'am. Someone who keeps the peace between the ticks of those many clocks. Balancin' what's possible with what's wise. Best not to cross that one. [Dr. Carter and Mason Tucker walk through a futuristic section of SCP-7624-1. Neon lights and holographic displays adorn the stalls, and futuristic technology is on prominent display. The camera feed shows Dr. Carter and Mason Tucker approaching the cyberpunk stall, where a neon-lit sign reads "CODY'S TECH REVOLUTION." ] Mason Tucker: [Chuckling] Doc, allow me to introduce ya to Cody. A real artist when it comes to the gear of the future. [Cody, the man behind the counter, a humanoid with various cybernetic and robotic attachments and limbs walks forward.] Cody: [Waving a cybernetic hand] 'Sup, chooms? Cody's the handle. Dope to meet someone from the… past. Dr. Carter: [Curious] "Past"? Cody: [Grinning] Yeah, like, compared to where I'm cookin' my tech, you're retro, doc. No disrespect, though. We're all like a gnarly time stew here. Mason Tucker: [Chuckles] Doc's been catchin' up on the flavors of the future. Cody's been slingin' some mighty fine wares to the discerning connoisseurs. Dr. Carter: [Amused] Fascinating. What sort of wares do you peddle, Cody? Cody: [Tapping his cybernetic eye] Got the slickest tech this side of the multiverse, doc. From laser guns to nanite-threaded threads. And if your eye's itchin' for an upgrade, I've got just the ticket. Dr. Carter: [Engaged] Laser weaponry? Advanced technology? It sounds like something that could be of great use to organizations like mine, for research purposes, of course. Cody: [Leaning forward] Research, huh? But lemme guess, that ain't the whole deal, is it? [Dr. Carter's expression shifts slightly, her curiosity mingling with hidden intentions.] Dr. Carter: [Keeping her tone casual] Well, Cody, the Foundation always seeks ways to understand anomalies and advance our knowledge. Cody: [Smirking] You Foundation folks got style. But here's the twist. You wanna play with my gear, you gotta trade me a piece of that Foundation fashion of yours. [The camera captures a reflection of Dr. Carter's contemplative expression as she weighs the offer. She glances at her Foundation jacket, considering the potential gain.] Dr. Carter: [Pausing] This jacket? A trade, you say? Cody: [Chuckling] It's the nature of the time game, doc. But word on the digital streets is, you ain't the only Foundation peeps cruisin' these dimensions. Dr. Carter: [Surprised] You mean, other Foundation agents have interacted with you? Cody: [Nodding] Oh, for sure. Research nerds, anomaly hunters, the whole shebang. 'Course, I gotta say, some play it straight, others get all cloak-and-dagger. [The camera feed continues, capturing the interaction between Dr. Carter, Mason Tucker, and Cody in the futuristic stall.] Dr. Carter: [Curious] Cloak-and-dagger? What do you mean? Cody: [Winking his mechanical eye, with a grin] Sometimes folks wanna score a gadget or two without their bosses back in the main timeline catchin' wind. Dimension-hoppin' can get messy, ya know? [Dr. Carter's expression remains thoughtful as she glances at her jacket, considering the implications and her own hidden intentions.] [END LOG] VIDEO TRANSCRIPT INTERVIEW LOGS 7624-1-C [BEGIN LOG] [The camera feed displays Dr. Emily Carter and Dr. Sara Lloyd seated comfortably within an interview room, their interaction exuding familiarity and trust.] Dr. Lloyd: [With a warm smile] Welcome back, Emily. How have you been since your recent exploration into SCP-7624-1? Dr. Carter: [Returning the smile] Thank you, Sara. I've been well, staying focused on our mission objectives. Dr. Lloyd: Excellent. Let's dive right into it. Can you share some positive and negative aspects of your recent mission? Dr. Carter: Certainly. On the positive side, I've gained further insights into the market's intricacies and potential applications for anomaly containment. However, I can't ignore the lingering concern that my presence within SCP-7624-1 might inadvertently disrupt timelines. Dr. Lloyd: [Nodding] Your awareness of the potential consequences is crucial. Speaking of timelines, how do you view your responsibility to maintain their stability while exploring SCP-7624-1? Dr. Carter: Mason Tucker's words have resonated with me, Sara. While I'm driven to explore and understand this anomaly, I'm equally driven to respect the fabric of time. I've come to understand that tampering with it, even with the best intentions, can have far-reaching repercussions. Dr. Lloyd: [Engaged] That's a balanced perspective, Emily. Let's delve into something that arose during your recent exploration. The encounter with Cody, the vendor of futuristic technology. You considered bringing such technology back. What were your thoughts on that? Dr. Carter: [Pausing, contemplative] Cody's offerings do hold potential benefits for the Foundation's research and containment efforts. However, I'm well aware of the dangers of destabilizing the timeline with technology from other dimensions. Dr. Lloyd: [Supportive] It's clear that you're cognizant of the implications. Now, during your interactions, you mentioned other Foundation agents from different dimensions. How do you view their actions and truthfulness? Dr. Carter: [Thoughtful] The agents from other dimensions are likely facing distinct circumstances that I can't fully comprehend. However, their intentions might be guided by their own versions of reality. Truthfulness could be subjective, influenced by their unique contexts. Dr. Lloyd: [Probing] Considering that, could you imagine yourself in their position? Would you ever consider actions that deviate from our Foundation's core principles? Dr. Carter: [Taken aback] Sara, I am unequivocally committed to the Foundation's principles. The idea of compromising those principles for personal gain or manipulating the timeline is an affront to the trust placed in us as researchers and protectors of humanity. Dr. Lloyd: [Noting the tension] My apologies if my question came across as doubting your commitment, Emily. It's my duty to explore all angles. Dr. Carter: [Taking a deep breath] Understood, Sara. Our role is to question and analyze. Now, if you'll allow me, there's a matter that weighs on my thoughts. Dr. Lloyd: [Attentive] Of course, Emily. Please, share your thoughts. Dr. Carter: [Softly] My son. I know that the nature of SCP-7624 and its possibilities is complex. It's difficult not to imagine the potential of reuniting with him. But I've come to accept that even the capabilities of the bazaar can't rewrite the past or change the fundamental rules that govern time. Dr. Lloyd: [Sympathetic] It's a heavy burden, Emily. I can't fathom the emotions tied to such contemplations. Dr. Carter: [Resolute] The bazaar is a place of wonders, but it's not a realm of miracles. My mission remains anchored in understanding anomalies and ensuring that our actions protect the timeline, even if that means confronting the limitations of our powers. Dr. Lloyd: [Nodding, with respect] Your dedication is inspiring, Emily. Your insights into the human condition and the complexities of time make you an invaluable asset to our endeavors. Dr. Carter: [Expressing gratitude] Thank you, Sara. It's conversations like these that help keep me sane. [END LOG] Psychological Assessment Report 7624-EC-2 Dr. Carter's psychological state appears to have remained stable since her previous assessment. In terms of mission readiness, Dr. Carter has not shown signs of wavering in her dedication to upholding the principles of the Foundation. Her responses during our interview, particularly in regard to temporal dilemmas and personal motivations, indicate a willingness to confront the complexities of her role. However, it's essential to note that Dr. Carter's emotional connection to her lost son remains a source of vulnerability. While she has demonstrated the ability to manage these emotions, it's crucial to monitor their impact on her decision-making process. Continued assessments and support mechanisms are recommended to ensure her ability to navigate the complex ethical landscape of time manipulation. Psychological Assessment: Passed Dr Sara Lloyd Temporal Psychiatrist VIDEO TRANSCRIPT EXPLORATORY LOGS 7624-11C [BEGIN LOG] [The body cam footage begins with Dr. Emily Carter and Mason Tucker walking through the vibrant marketplace of SCP-7624-1. Their conversation is lively as they explore the various stalls, their faces lit up with curiosity and wonder.] Dr. Carter: [Smiling] Mason, you really weren't exaggerating about the diversity of offerings here. It's astonishing. Mason Tucker: [Chuckles] Told ya, doc. This place is a real mishmash of the ages. Now, let me tell ya 'bout the most delicious cup of ansault pear juice I once had. A real buttery pear, extinct back where you're from. [As their conversation continues, the camera feed captures a moment of disruption. The air seems to shimmer, and a towering humanoid figure of porcelain, steps into view – the 'sheriff.'] The Sheriff: [Addressing Dr. Carter] Dr. Emily Carter of Dimension 22. Mason Tucker: [Nods at the Sheriff, respectful] Sheriff. [Mason Tucker tactfully excuses himself, leaving Dr. Carter alone with the Sheriff.] Sheriff: [Turning slightly, revealing a page from Mason Tucker's magazine – SCP-████] Do you recognize this artefact, Doctor? Dr. Carter: [Visibly taken aback] That… That's SCP-████. The Sheriff: [Nods] Indeed. The Orb, as some call it. A most dangerous artefact. Dr. Carter: [Grim expression] It's responsible for the loss of my son. Sheriff: [With a hint of intrigue] An unfortunate consequence, but not your only one, Doctor. Dr. Carter: [Cautious] What do you want, Sheriff? Sheriff: [Directly] A trade, as is the nature of this market. The Orb for your son's return. Dr. Carter: [Firmly] No. I won't trade destructive forces for a life. Not even for my son. Sheriff: [A measured response] Let me enlighten you. The orb holds more power than you comprehend. Its potential is immense. Dr. Carter: [Defiant] I won't entertain this offer. Sheriff: [Pausing] Very well. Allow me to propose an alternative. Information, in exchange for the orb. Dr. Carter: [Curious yet cautious] Information about what? Sheriff: [Serious] An ancient multiversal entity, known as the Harbinger, threatens to consume Dimension-22 in ten days' time. A catastrophic end that the Foundation would not be able to prevent on its own. Dr. Carter: [Genuine concern] The end of Dimension-22? Is there a way to stop it? Sheriff: [Offering a pact] Bring me the Orb, and I will give you the means to thwart the Harbinger. A way to save your dimension from obliteration. [END LOG] VIDEO TRANSCRIPT INTERVIEW LOGS 7624-1-D [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lloyd: [Speaking into the recording device] Interview log for Dr. Emily Carter. Following her third exploratory mission into SCP-7624-1 and in light of the impending threat, this interview aims to assess Dr. Carter's psychological state and readiness for the situation at hand. Dr. Carter: [Leaning forward] I understand the urgency of the situation, Dr. Lloyd. The Harbinger approaches, and time is not on our side. Dr. Lloyd: [Nodding] Indeed, Dr. Carter. I've been informed that higher-ups are strategizing to address this impending crisis. Talks of a plan are in motion. Dr. Carter: [Pausing, her expression uncertain] A plan? But do we truly understand the extent of the consequences if the Harbinger is not stopped? Dr. Lloyd: [Meeting Dr. Carter's gaze] I empathize with your concerns, Dr. Carter. The uncertainty of the situation weighs heavily on us all. Dr. Carter: [Resolute] I've come to understand the gravity of our predicament, Dr. Lloyd. My explorations have revealed both wonders and dangers beyond our comprehension. And now, as the Harbinger approaches, I feel a responsibility to act. Dr. Lloyd: [Gently] And do you believe yourself ready for this responsibility, Dr. Carter? Dr. Carter: [Firmly] Yes, Dr. Lloyd. I am ready. Dr. Lloyd: [Softly] Your dedication to the Foundation's mission has been exemplary, Dr. Carter. Your refusal to trade the Orb for personal gain is admirable. Dr. Carter: [Nods, her voice steady] Humanity's interests must always come before personal desires. Dr. Lloyd: [Pauses] I sense a profound determination within you, Dr. Carter. But I also detect a level of… internal conflict. Dr. Carter: [Avoiding eye contact briefly] The weight of the situation demands careful consideration of all possibilities. Dr. Lloyd: [Leaning in] Dr. Carter, as a temporal psychiatrist, my concern lies not only with the success of our mission but with your well-being as well. Are you facing any uncertainties that may hinder your decision-making? Dr. Carter: [Meeting Dr. Lloyd's gaze] Uncertainties exist, Dr. Lloyd, but they do not eclipse my commitment to protecting humanity. Dr. Lloyd: [Softly] The impending arrival of the Harbinger, the possibility of dimension-22's demise—these are overwhelming matters, Dr. Carter. Dr. Carter: [Maintains composure] We stand at the precipice of events beyond our control, but the Foundation has been entrusted with the duty to safeguard humanity. Our choices define us. Dr. Lloyd: [Sighs] I can't deny the weight of these concerns, Dr. Carter. The thought of the world ending, of failing to halt the Harbinger's advance—it's a fear we all share. Dr. Carter: [Lean forward, earnestly] Dr. Lloyd, we must confront our fears head-on. We are scientists, guardians of knowledge and protectors of the future. We must ensure that the dimensions are preserved and that chaos does not prevail. Psychological Assessment: Passed Dr Sara Lloyd Temporal Psychiatrist Upon approval by the O5 Council, SCP-████ was authorized for transfer into SCP-7624-1. Following authorization, Dr. Carter initiated the activation protocol for SCP-7624, subsequently entering the anomaly with an anti-thaumaturgical containment briefcase containing SCP-████. Dr. Carter returned exhibiting signs of disorientation and confusion, in a state of undress and notably, Dr. Carter was still in possession of SCP-████, the Orb. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT INTERVIEW LOGS 7624-1-E [BEGIN LOG] [The recording depicts a dimly lit medical wing, with Dr. Sara Lloyd seated across from Dr. Emily Carter. Dr. Carter appears disoriented and her gaze distant.] Dr. Lloyd: [Speaking calmly] Interview log for Dr. Emily Carter. Post-retrieval assessment following Dr. Carter's return with SCP-████. Dr. Carter appears to be in an altered state. Emily, can you hear me? Dr. Carter: [Whispering, her voice distant] Yes… yes, I can hear you. Dr. Lloyd: [Concerned] Emily, you've returned with SCP-████. Can you tell me what transpired during your mission? Dr. Carter: [Slowly, her gaze unfocused] We… we will beat the Harbinger. Dr. Lloyd: [Relieved] That's reassuring to hear, Emily. Your determination is commendable. Dr. Carter: [Pauses, her tone serious] But there's something you need to know. Something I did. Dr. Lloyd: [Curious] What? What did you do? Dr. Carter: [Leaning forward] The Sheriff. He wanted to use SCP-████, strengthened it beyond imagination and lure the Harbinger to an uninhabited dimension. I told him I'll bring the Orb back here. The Harbinger will consume Dimension-22 along with the Orb, and from within, it'll be destroyed. Dr. Lloyd: [Shock evident in her expression] What? Why would you—? Dr. Carter: [Interrupts, her voice steady] Because it's the only way, Sara. To save humanity across all dimensions, sacrifices must be made. The Harbinger's threat extends beyond Dimension-22. Dr. Lloyd: [Desperate] There has to be another way, Emily. The Foundation has always found solutions, protected humanity. Dr. Carter: [Smiles wryly] Always saved the day, haven't we? But this time, it's different. The Sheriff deceived us, Sara. Not ten days. The Harbinger is here, now. It's happening. Dr. Lloyd: [Alarmed] No, this can't be happening. There's still time, still a chance. [The room trembles, and the camera feed captures the windows rattling as the sky darkens outside.] Dr. Carter: [Gaze intense] The Harbinger devours dimensions, and ours is to be its last. [The recording ends abruptly, the image replaced by static.] INSTALLING… NEURAL CONNECTION 4%… NEURAL CONNECTION 55%… NEURAL CONNECTION 100%… INITIALISING… VIDEO TRANSCRIPT [BEGIN LOG] [The video feed opens with red. Not blood or fire, but tinted red. The feed has a shaky view as if recorded from Dr. Emily Carter's left eye. Indecipherable words, numbers and bars cover the feed. The surroundings are chaotic, the ground trembling with each impact. Dr. Carter is lying on a hospital bed in the medical bay.] Dr. Carter: [Voice trembling] This… this wasn't part of the plan. Cody, you sneak… [The camera view shifts as Dr. Carter raises her head slightly, surveying the room. Dr. Sara Lloyd is notably absent, and the sense of isolation is palpable.] Dr. Carter: [Sighs] Damn it, Cody. Installing this eye without me knowing… Why is it all red? God! [Dr. Carter's voice wavers as she continues to speak, her emotions evident as the gravity of the situation weighs heavily on her.] Dr. Carter: [Pauses] I used to tell myself there's no higher power, no destiny, just the choices we make. But now… at the end, I'm questioning everything. I made a choice, and I'm sticking to it. Hell, when I fall, I'm dragging Harbinger down with me. [As she speaks, a small piece of debris falls, startling Dr. Carter. Her gaze turns downward, and her expression changes to one of astonishment as she spots SCP-7624, the Blinkin' Ball, amidst the rubble.] Dr. Carter: [Whispering] No… it can't be. How did you get here? [Dr. Carter goes to pick up SCP-7624. The words 'TEMPORAL SHIFT: SAFE' appeared on the camera feed. The camera angle shifts as she bounces the ball on the ground, and the environment around her shimmers and shifts.] [The camera feed shows Dr. Carter standing within SCP-7624-1, surrounded by the bustling marketplace. The vibrant atmosphere of the Beyond Time Bazaar envelops her. She looks around, taking in the sights and sounds.] SCP-7624-A: [Addressing Dr. Carter] Welcome once again, Emily Carter. You have returned. [Dr. Carter's gaze shifts towards the heart of the marketplace, where a large gathering of figures can be seen. Among them are Mason Tucker, Cody, and the Sheriff. They stand together, their demeanor respectful and somber.] Dr. Carter: [Whispering to herself] What's going on? [As Dr. Carter watches, the figures seem to notice her presence. The Sheriff nods in her direction, and Mason Tucker tips his hat. Cody, dressed in a Foundation jacket, raises his cybernetic hand in acknowledgment.] Dr. Carter: [Voice filled with gratitude] They're… they're paying their respects. Issue LXXXII Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round and harken to this piece, penned by none other than the illustrious Dr. Emily Carter from Dimension-22. A true legend of the multiverse and slayer of the Harbinger. Saddle up and rustle through the pages of 'Tucker's Trailblazers: Anomalies of the Frontier' where you'll find this very article and a heap more. Feelin' curious 'bout that enigmatic SCP-████? Hitch your curiosity and trot on over to the issue LXXXIII, partner. Y'all ain't gonna wanna miss it! 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SCP-7625 | euclid | Written by TheChunk ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7625 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures A mobile tablet containing a copy of SCP-7625 is to be kept in a storage locker at Site-40. Access to this tablet is restricted to personnel of clearance level 3 or higher. Foundation webcrawlers are to review social media outlets, file-sharing services and digital media marketplaces for references to SCP-7625. In the event that instances of SCP-7625 are identified, host websites are to be taken down by Foundation bots in accordance with Protocol ψ-Oph, and all relevant data is to be deleted from their servers. All losses resulting from a STARDUST Event are to be attributed to the actions of the fictitious "Heaven's Bridge" cult. Literature purporting to be from the "Heaven's Bridge" cult is to be periodically circulated in preparation for the potential failure of Protocol ψ-Oph. Description SCP-7625 is a self-help eBook titled Infinite Potential. The identity of its author or authors has not been determined. Listings for SCP-7625 on digital platforms usually include the following description: Did you know potential is a limited resource? Many people go through life trying to maximize their potential, only to waste it all before they'd even had a chance to get started. Whether it's a successful career, a fit body, or a happy marriage, everyone has something special they want to achieve. You don't want to waste your only chance at happiness, do you? With this book, you can learn the secret to keeping your potential under lock and key. Whether you strive for wealth, fame, love or happiness, only by protecting your potential and keeping it safe can you avoid failure and regret. With this book's patented Infinite Potential System, not only can you avoid the pitfalls of wasted potential, but with enough practice you can become more than you have ever imagined! SCP-7625's primary effect is a memetic hazard contained within its text, leading readers to become more suggestible and open to external influence. Although this effect is mild, it serves to facilitate further mind-altering effects triggered by the performance of exercises listed within the text. As a result of these effects, approximately 80% of readers of SCP-7625 have been observed to withdraw from society, avoid work and social activities, and remain indoors whenever possible. SCP-7625's secondary effect is a total ontological matter restructuring scenario, classified as a STARDUST Event.1 Following a STARDUST Event, all copies of SCP-7625 in the possession of affected individuals undergo a process of file corruption and eventual self-deletion. Unread copies remain indefinitely, or until manually deleted. SCP-7625 was first published anonymously to various digital media marketplaces on 22 April 2015. Upon publication, SCP-7625 was listed as the #1 ranked eBook in the self-help category of both Google Play Books and the Kindle store. SCP-7625 was identified as having sold no copies up to that point. Investigation into the responses of various host sites has revealed that SCP-7625 was not published through official channels, and that its publication had been identified as the result of a series of malicious breaches of company servers. By the morning of 23 April 2015, all listings of SCP-7625 were removed from the platforms that had hosted it. By this time, 14,250 confirmed downloads had occurred. Document 7625-A: SCP-7625 Excerpts The following excerpts from SCP-7625 have been screened for memetic hazards, and appropriate countermeasures have been implemented. Reading of the following material is considered safe. Page 9 A simple exercise to harness the power of your dreams: Sit down with a stack of index cards and a pen or marker. Don't be afraid to get colorful with it: dreams are supposed to be bold! On each card, write down a dream, hope or aspiration you wish to attain. Do not limit yourself to what seems possible. Dreams hold power because they show us not what is, but what could be. Find a decorative box with a secure lid. It is preferable to choose a box that is important or meaningful to you, but any box will do. Dig a hole in your yard at least six feet deep. If you do not have a yard, get creative: you can use a public park, a public beach, or even a secret spot deep in the woods. Place your box securely in the hole, and fill it in until it is completely buried. Now your dreams will forever remain deep in the ground where they belong. Dreams are precious, and once they are gone can never be regained. Stow your dreams away, and never let them go. Some dreams come true, but others die. Keep your dreams safe and they will never die. Keep your dreams safe, and you will continue to dream forever. That is what dreams are for. When dreams come true, they cease to be dreams. Do you aspire to have no dreams? If you let them go, your life will only ever be a shadow of your potential. If you stow them away forever, the possibilities will always be infinite. Did you know? Most of the stars you see in the night sky are dead! Although they have long since faded from existence, their light still travels through the universe, taking millions of years to finally reach our planet. What part of you will remain a million years after your death? Page 34 Guided meditation for peace and prosperity: Lay down on a flat, firm surface in a calm, quiet place. Close your eyes and imagine that each joint in your body is weighed down by an iron chain. Picture each chain as a moment of pain in your life. Each link is a moment of failure, doubt, fear, or regret. Beginning with your toes, imagine each chain breaking, one by one. As you move up your body to your ankles, then your knees, then your hips, feel your body lift from the Earth as it is pulled towards the stars. Open your eyes. If the chains are broken, why are you still here? Starting with your head, move back down your body, until you find the one part of you that is still tethered to the ground. Make a fist with your mind around the piece of you that remains. Feel the shape of the lingering wound. Feel the shape of regret, fear, doubt, and failure. You cannot break the chain. You are the chain. Squeeze your wound: it grows, but it does not scar. It bleeds, but it does not yield. (If it does yield, skip ahead to Chapter 9). Your wound cannot be broken or removed. If you cut out a wound, it becomes a larger wound. If you feed it, it will fester and become a soul. Instead you must bury it in dust and ash until it withers and fades. That which is dead can bleed no more. Did you know? Every atom in your body was forged in the heart of a star. You are the child of a million stars, and each of those stars died to create your skin and bone, the water you drink, the food you eat, and the air you breathe. What will you die to create? Page 58 To ensure a healthy start to your day, follow these easy steps: Go to bed early. There is nothing to stay up for. Do not set an alarm. Waking up sooner will not cause the end to come slower. Stand in front of the mirror, close your eyes, and focus on your face. Be sure your eyes are closed: do not watch your flesh-face. This is the face that deceives. Turn your gaze inward (using the techniques described in Chapter 2) and find the shadow of the one you once believed in. Find the shadow of the one who hurt you. They are gone, but they have left their shape within you. Observe the mirror-image of their imprint. This is your true reflection. Follow the contours of your true-face. Does it smile? Does it scowl? Every emotion written on it is a feeling it has taken from you. Release these feelings, and feel how light you become. Release them until you are soft as dust and light as ash. Release them until you hear your true-face laugh with contentment. It laughs at you. Did you know? If every atom in the universe were the size of a human, the distance between two atoms in a single molecule would be the length of a football field. Even the most solid matter is mostly empty space. Remember this the next time you hold your loved-one. Do you feel the space inside their flesh? What can be contained within a vessel made of holes? Page 96 When you go outside (if you still go outside), do not be deceived by the humanoids you see around you. Their flesh-faces smile, but their soul-wounds overflow. Their words are the superstitions of a thousand caveman tongues, woven in ages past to assuage the fear of the coming night. They flee, but the night still comes. Their dim fires will not protect them. They will live, and they will fear, and they will bleed, and they will die. Do you wish to follow them? Do not listen to the voices of flesh. You are not flesh and bone. You are not an eternal soul. You are carbon, hydrogen and oxygen. You are iron and silicon. You are the same ash and dust unleashed by the big bang at the dawn of creation. When they look at you, turn your head. When they call to you, close your eyes and focus on the ruins of your heart. If they are truly happy, why would they speak to you? Happiness is a figment of the human condition. Soon, you will be beyond the human condition. You will return to the void, and the void will be whole. Did you know? If the entire history of the universe up until now were a novel the length of Moby Dick, all of human existence would be a single word on the final page. Page 125 When the time is right, you will feel a pull within your bones that guides you to a high and desolate place. Follow this pull until it leads you to your final home. Do not waste time preparing: act, and act quickly. When the universe speaks, listen but do not speak back: it will not answer. Find your high place, away from the pollution of the city, and wait until night falls. Do not fear the darkness. The universe is made of darkness. Light exists only to deceive the eyes. Do not succumb to illusions. Look above you and focus on the stars. Every pinpoint in the sky is an epitaph to a dead world. The few stars that still live are invisible. Their light will not reach this planet for another million years. Do you have a million years to wait? Close your eyes and visualize where you stand. Visualize your place on this rock, between the light of a dead past, and the darkness of a future you will never see. You are the darkness between the stars. You are the void between the atoms. You are the silence of eternity. Be vast. Be void. Be eternal. Did you know? The science of statistics omits numerical values that are too small when compared to the total size of a group. Statistically, taken as a part of the sum of all matter in the universe, you do not exist. Addendum 7625.01 On the night of 13 August 2015, a STARDUST Event occurred, distributed across five separate locations within the United States: Alpine Loop, Utah; Devils Tower, Wyoming; Brasstown Bald, Georgia; White Mountains, New Hampshire; and Charles Mound, Illinois. To date, approximately 10,000 losses resulting from this event have been confirmed. Chemical analysis of the debris recovered from this event has revealed it to be composed primarily of carbon, with trace amounts of iron and silicon. Air samples taken from affected areas have shown elevated levels of hydrogen, helium, and oxygen. No human genetic material has been recovered. Footnotes 1. For a detailed quantum mechanical analysis of available data, consult documents 7625-017 through 7625-042. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7625" by TheChunk, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7625. 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-7626 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7626 Level4 Secondary Class: enochian Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7626 is unable to be contained as it constitutes an aspect of baseline reality. Any scientific discoveries relating to it are to be covered up with the explanation that its appearance is purely coincidental. Image of SCP-7626 taken using an experimental anomalous microscope. Description: SCP-7626 is a subatomic particle several times smaller than an electron, which is present in all matter within the universe. It is inexplicably identical in appearance and composition to a crudely modified Ford Ranger model truck. SCP-7626 is believed to have originally been a non-anomalous truck that belonged to POI-7626 "Robert Cliffend", an Australian tradesperson who has been missing since 25/06/2013, after undergoing an anomalous event.1 Foundation testing has attempted to replicate the effects displayed by POI-7626 with no significant results. Upon recovery of the video camera belonging to POI-7626, the anomaly was classified as SCP-7626. Addendum 7626.1: Video Logs On 5/12/2013, a broken video camera belonging to POI-7626 was found 12 kilometres away from the Outback Highway, Queensland, Australia, near a set of burnt tire tracks. The recorder was able to be successfully repaired, and the footage was largely intact. A transcript of the three recorded videos is attached below. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.1 2/03/2013 Recording begins. It is in a low resolution and the sound quality is poor. POI-7626 is seen stabilising the camera and stepping away. He is inside an average suburban garage with his truck2 in the background. Various tools and hardware are scattered across the floor and walls. POI-7626: Is this thing working? Err… Mic check. POI-7626 goes behind the camera, he is tapping the screen of the camcorder while grunting occasionally. After one and a half minutes, the resolution and sound quality increase significantly. POI-7626 adjusts the angle of the camera so that the footage is slightly slanted and returns to where he was previously standing. POI-7626: Alright (sigh). G'day mates! Robbie's Rigs here! Welcome to my very first video! Today, we're gonna be modifying my trusty truck, Betty! I've started by juicin' up her engine a lil' bit and adding a nice kick; lemme show ya the stuff I've been doing. POI-7626 picks up the camera and holds it so that it's mostly showing his right eye. He moves to the front of the truck and grunts as he opens up the hood. The camera is moved so that the footage shows a quarter of the inside. The parts of the engine visible on camera have some form of crude contraption attached to the oil pump composed of various kitchen appliances attached via wires, tape, and glue. POI-7626: Yep, she's a beaut isn't she? Ahh the beatin' heart of my beautiful Bets. My son's gonna love it when he sees I've been fixin' up the ol' girl. Anyways, this….. Errr…. Shit, how'd you call it? 30 seconds of POI-7626 breathing heavily. POI-7626: Whatever, it stabs the oil doodad. (POI-7626 points towards a piston with a screwdriver attached to the end) Found one of those video game-type bugs my kids are always talkin' 'bout when I accidentally stabbed the gas holder a bunch with my screwdriver after a few beers. I did some digging, and apparently, it's one of them integer limit things in computers where if I empty it enough, it circles back all around to full. Guess our Lord did a pretty crummy job when he programmed the world eh? At least I don't gotta pay for gas anymore! POI-7626 pans the camera towards the wheel axle and he points at a series of disconnected gears made out of spoons attached with pipe-cleaners, connected via translucent pipes with an unknown liquid flowing through them. POI-7626: Yep, this here's a lil' thingy I made which stops the wheels real quick in just the right way so it flings me forward real quick. I dunno how exactly it works but it took me bloody forever to get right. Jo- Err… My kids make it look so easy. Might be another one of those glitches I keep findin'. Pretty grouse to throw yourself around in the Outback though. POI-7626 walks to a stack of books and boxes where he trips over a metal pipe and drops the camera. POI-7626 groans, picks up the camera, and walks to where he was at the beginning of the recording. POI-7626: Well that's all for today, mates! Remember to tune in next time, 'cuz I'm workin' on somethin' big! Looking into video game glitches all the time! Oh! And errrr… What do those guys on the internet say? Like and subscribe?3 (Muttering to himself) Subscribe to what? A newsletter? POI-7626 reaches over the camera. POI-7626: Muttering. How do ya turn this bloody thin- Recording ends. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.2 5/06/2013 Recording begins. POI-7626 is standing in front of their truck again. This time, there are significantly more mechanical additions protruding out of it, as well as other various modifications. The garage is also significantly less organized. POI-7626 has grown a beard and developed eye bags, as well as seeming a lot more dishevelled. Despite this, he appears to be very happy. POI-7626: Good bloody day mates! I'm Robbie's Rigs, and I am rapt to finally be back! It took me a hot minute to tee this whole thing up, but I did it! Lemme explain what I've been up to. So all o' youse know that I've been finding these "bugs", I see- Er.. Saw 'em in me ankle-biter's games all the time, after they kept naggin' me to play this racing game with 'em. From what I found out, some of 'em happen in real life too! After that, my kids have been helpin' me find all kinds of stuff, it's nice to see what kinda stuff they like. And I had some… Failures. Had to buy 5 new chairs after I tried lighting 5 chairs on fire 'cuz I thought it might do something. So one night I got a bit err… Full. And I thought to myself, "Oi Robs! The speed limit of the world when you're goin' forwards is a bajillion, right? Well, what if they forgot to add a speed limit when you're goin' backwards?" And I reckoned it was a ripper of an idea. So I got onto it. Three weeks… Months later, I've up and finished it. POI-7626 picks up the camera so that the footage shows a large mound of vibrating metal that is duct taped to the trunk of the truck. A portion of the mound is covered by POI-7626's thumb covering the lens. POI-7626: So a single engine can only get you so fast, right? How 'bout a whole heap of engines! Figured out a way to bunch together about 32 engines into one area by shoving 'em together with some pistons. The best thing is I don't even need to connect it to the wheels! Guess the concentrated engines are that powerful! Should get me goin' fast enough hopefully. POI-7626 moves the camera to show his computer, which has cardboard arms glued onto its sides. POI-7626: I got a bit nervous that I might go so fast I'd crash into somethin', and I wanted to get a way to 'noclip' myself so I don't hit any dipsticks in the way. I tried to figure out what I could hit to do it, but no luck. So I took a step back and thought "How do you noclip in games? Well, my kids type on a computer. So how would you do it in real life? Get a computer to type on you!" So I gave this bloke 'ere some arms and let it type away on me. POI-7626 points towards the computer POI-7626: I got no clue how it works. Here's hopin' me kids do. I'll ask 'em later. POI-7626 opens the truck door and moves the camera to show the inside of the cab, however, the door is still obscuring half of the frame. POI-7626: This is where all the magic happens! Sorry for the mess here. I kept adding buttons and ran out of room, so I had to use other surfaces. During my research, I found that if I press too many buttons, the game starts buggin' out. That must be a good thing, right? So I just glued a heap of buttons in here and when I go out to test out Betty soon, I'll make sure to press as many as I can. Also, check it out, I errr….. What does Joel say?….. I also switched around a gear and now the car goes backwards! POI-7626 turns the camera to only show his nostrils. POI-7626: Well that's all I got for you today, hopefully, I can shoot over to the Outback sometime soon. Errrr, yep. Bye! POI-7626 looks into the camera and the footage pauses. The recording ends 30 seconds later. SCP-7626 Video Transcript.3: 25/06/2013 Recording begins, POI-7626's face is looking over the camera and covering the frame. POI-7626: Oh! It's on. Hard to see the little light when I'm outside. POI-7626 walks next to the truck. The camera is mostly showing the desert surrounded by sparse foliage behind the truck. POI-7626: Heh, took me a bit to find the time for this, but I'm out here! I got Betty ready for her big day and it's time for her to shine. I think I'll skip over the boring details this time. POI-7626 enters the truck and places the camera on the passenger seat facing towards him, it falls to the side after a few seconds. He then takes a coarse, gelatinous substance and consumes it. POI-7626: Hope this works. POI-7626 takes a few deep breaths and presses his foot down, the truck begins to accelerate backwards. Trees and shrubbery appear to phase through the windscreen, presumably due to them "noclipping". As they break the sound barrier, the audio cuts and the video begins to become more pixelated. Eventually, the truck surpasses the speed of light and the video cuts out entirely. Approximately 1 hour and 43 minutes later, a single frame appeared of a trophy in front of what was later identified to be the cosmic background radiation of the universe, with the words, "You're Winner!". Following this, the rest of the footage is of the Australian Outback where POI-7626 was at the beginning of the recording, presumably the camera being left on the ground. The recording ends after the battery is believed to have run out. Following this, Foundation researchers have theorized that POI-7626, inside SCP-7626, has reached a speed where they are in every place in the universe simultaneously. Footnotes 1. See SCP-7626 Video Transcript.3. 2. Believed to be SCP-7626. 3. Foundation webcrawlers did not find any social media accounts belonging to POI-7626 other than Facebook and Twitter. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7626" by Anky swallow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7626. 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. |author=Anky Swallow File Name: Ford Ranger first generation facelift.jpg Credit: Greg Gjerdingen License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ford_Ranger_first_generation_facelift.jpg « SCP-7625 | SCP-7626 | SCP-7627 » |
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