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SCP-7227 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7227 Secure Containment Procedures: Neither Alex Thorley is to be informed that they are the Other Alex Thorley. If the Other Alex Thorley learns that they are the Other Alex Thorley, Alex Thorley is to be convinced that they, too, are the Other Alex Thorley. Description: The Other Alex Thorley is identical to Alex Thorley in all aspects. The Other Alex Thorley either works at the Department of Unreality or the Department of Other. The Other Alex Thorley, like Alex Thorley, believes they are Alex Thorley. Aside from Alex Thorley and the Other Alex Thorley, there are no other Alex Thorleys. Addendum-1: Alex Thorleys' interactions with the Department of Other. Item Number: SCP-3000-J™ Summary: An extremely delicious cereal created by Kellogg's® known as Foundation Flakes™. «BEGIN LOG» <Thorley enters the site cafeteria. SCP-3000-J™ is sitting on the counter.> <Thorley pours milk into a bowl.> <Thorley pours SCP-3000-J™ into a bowl.> <Thorley sits down with both bowls in front of them.> <Thorley eats from the first bowl.> <Thorley eats from the other bowl.> <Thorley eats from the other bowl.> <Thorley eats from the other bowl.> [26 ENTRIES EXPUNGED FOR BREVITY] <Thorley eats from the other bowl.> <Grand Karcist Ion™ of Calcium1 enters the room and notices Thorley eating Foundation Flakes™.> <Thorley notices Ion notice them.> <Thorley pushes the other bowl to Ion.> Thorley: Hungry? <Ion stares at Thorley.> <Thorley stares at Ion.> <Ion sits down and begins to eat from the other bowl.> «END LOG» Item #: SCP-3000-J™ Summary: See Above. «BEGIN LOG» <Thorley enters the site cafeteria. SCP-3000-J™ is sitting on a table.> <Thorley pours milk into a bowl.> <Thorley pours SCP-3000-J™ into a bowl.> <Thorley sits down with a bowl in front of them.> <Thorley eats from the bowl.> <Grand Karcist Ion™ of Calcium enters the room and notices Thorley eating Foundation Flakes™.> <Thorley notices Ion notice them.> Thorley: It's rude to stare, you know. Ion: You're eating another bowl? <Thorley stares at Ion.> <Thorley looks down at their bowl.> <Thorley looks back at Ion.> Thorley: This is my first bowl. Ion: Where's the other? Thorley: The other what? Ion: The other bowl! <Thorley eats from the bowl.> Thorley: I don't know what you're talking about. Ion: You had another bowl. Thorley: This is my first bowl. <This cyclical argument continued until Thorley had completed their bowl of cereal.> «END LOG» Item #: SCP-477-J Summary: A super rare golden necromancer card owned by a really cool kid (James). «BEGIN LOG» <Thorley is walking down a site corridor.> <James, who is walking down the same corridor, notices Thorley.> <James runs over to Thorley, waving his hands around.> <Thorley stops as the kid runs up to them.> James: Hello Mx.! Sorry to bother you, can I show you something? Thorley: Sure. <James withdraws SCP-477-J from their backpack. It is shiny and golden and super cool.> <Thorley looks at SCP-477-J.> Thorley: Is that an Army of Monsters card? James: It is, it is! Do you play? Thorley: I did, once. Actually… <Thorley reaches into their bag and withdraws a holofoil golden bliss blight.> James: A GOLDEN BLISS BLIGHT!?!?!???!??! <Thorley nods and extends the card towards James.> Thorley: Think you can take care of him for me? <James looks at the card, then at Thorley, then at the card.> James: You— you're giving it to me? <Thorley sets the card in his hand and smiles.> Thorley: Only if you promise to protect him. James: I do! I do! Thorley: Then, he's yours. <James runs off, laughing excitedly with his golden necromancer in one hand and his new golden bliss blight in the other.> <Thorley watches him until he disappears around a corridor.> «END LOG» Item #: SCP-477-J Summary: See Above. «BEGIN LOG» <Thorley is walking down a site corridor.> <James, who is walking down the same corridor, notices Thorley.> <James runs over to Thorley, waving his hands around.> <Thorley stops as the kid runs up to them.> James: Mx. Thorley! Mx. Thorley! Thorley: Hey kiddo, how can I help you? <James reaches into his backpack and withdraws his golden blight bliss, which is now sleeved. He reaches it out with both of his hands, jumping about excitedly.> James: I've been taking care of him, just like you asked. See! He's nice and safe with me. <Thorley smiles politely.> Thorley: It sure seems like it, though I think you might have me confused with someone else. <James frowns, seemingly confused.> James: Really? But they looked just like you… Thorley: Just like me? <James nods, still frowning.> Thorley: Well, nevermind that! Actually, while you're here, mind completing a super secret mission for me? James: <He lowers his voice.> A— A secret mission? Thorley: One only you can complete. I need you to sneak into my office and fill my cat's food bowl without anyone catching you. Think you can manage that, Agent James? <James suddenly straightens his posture and salutes Thorley, smiling widely.> James: Agent James assures you he is up for the task, Mx.! It will be done. <James immediately turns and runs off towards Thorley's office, crouching around a corner.> <Thorley cocks their head as James disappears around the corner.> «END LOG» Addendum-2: Researcher Algahst Trintavon's interactions with both Alex Thorley and the Other Alex Thorley. «BEGIN LOG» <Algahst Trintavon is sitting at a table in Site-37's cafeteria. He can be seen typing away on a laptop with a light meal set to the side.> <After a few minutes, Alex Thorley can be seen approaching the table with a bagel in hand.> Thorley: Mind if I sit? Trintavon: Go ahead. <Trintavon continues to work away on their laptop as Thorley silently eats their bagel. A few minutes pass before Thorley speaks again.> Thorley: You ever feel like you're going crazy? Trintavon: Sometimes, why? <Trintavon is met with silence. He looks up from his laptop and notices that he is alone once more. He shakes his head and resumes his work.> <After a few minutes, Alex Thorley can be seen approaching the table with a burger in hand.> Thorley: Mind if I sit? Trintavon: Go ahead. <Trintavon continues to work away on their laptop as Thorley silently eats their burger. Only half a minute passes before Trintavon suddenly speaks.> Trintavon: Didn't you already ask to sit? Thorley: What? No. Trintavon: I could have sworn— Thorley: This again? Trintavon: Excuse me? Thorley: What's with everyone acting like there are two of me? I could stand it when all of you kept pretending I didn't exist, but this? It's getting on my nerves. Trintavon: …right. My apologies. <Trintavon resumes his work quietly while Thorley continues to eat their burger. A few minutes pass before Thorley speaks again.> Thorley: You ever feel like you're going crazy? <Trintavon laughs.> Trintavon: More and more, as of late. You? Thorley: All of the time. All of the fucking time. <The pair stare at each other for a few moments. Finally, Trintavon sighs and returns to his work. Thorley takes a minute to finish their burger before standing to leave.> Trintavon: It's not impossible, you know. Thorley: Pardon? Trintavon: That there are two of you. Just something to consider. <Alex Thorley stares at him for a few moments before leaving.> «END LOG» Addendum-3: Recording of Alex Thorley encountering the Other Alex Thorley. «BEGIN LOG» <Alex Thorley begins walking down a hallway.> <Alex Thorley begins walking down a hallway.> <Alex Thorley walks past Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley pauses, turns, and notices Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley runs to catch up with Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley turns around a corner.> <Alex Thorley turns around a corner.> <Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.> <Alex Thorley continues down the corridor.> <Alex Thorley comes to a cross-section of hallways.> <Alex Thorley looks down the left hallway.> <Alex Thorley looks down the right hallway.> <Alex Thorley looks down the left hallway and notices Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley continues down the left hallway, unaware of Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley runs down the hallway after Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley enters a room and closes the door.> <Alex Thorley opens the door.> <Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.> <Alex Thorley sighs, closes the door, and begins to walk away.> <Alex Thorley pauses, turns, and walks back to the door.> <Alex Thorley opens the door.> <Alex Thorley is face to face with Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.> <Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.> Thorley: You look familiar. Thorley: I could say the same to you. Thorley: Do I know you? Thorley: I'm Alex Thorley. You? Thorley: Alex Thorley. Thorley: Oh. Thorley: Yeah. <Alex Thorley awkwardly smiles.> <Alex Thorley begins to nervously rub their arm.> <Alex Thorley begins to tap their foot.> Thorley: Why are there two of me? Thorley: Two of us, you mean. Thorley: Two of— sure, whatever. Why? <Alex Thorley shrugs.> Thorley: Does it really matter? Thorley: I mean, doesn't it drive you mad? Thorley: What? Thorley: Constantly being confused for someone else? Thorley: … Thorley: Everywhere I go, it's always "didn't I already talk to you" this and "didn't you already" that. It's exhausting. Thorley: But it isn't someone else. <Alex Thorley stares at Alex Thorley.> Thorley: You're still you. Even if you're me. Thorley: What does that even mean? <Alex Thorley pats Alex Thorley on the shoulder.> Thorley: Try not to think about it too hard. <Alex Thorley walks past Alex Thorley.> Thorley: Wait. <Alex Thorley turns around.> <Alex Thorley is nowhere to be seen.> <Alex Thorley sits down against the wall and sighs.> Thorley: If only it were that easy. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. The evil leader of the Sark-bites and encourager of unhealthy eating habits. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7227" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7227. 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-7228 | euclid | SCP-7228 (Close-up) Item #: SCP-7228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7228 is stored inside a standard containment locker at Site-17. SCP-7228 itself is to be positioned, tip pointing upwards, on a magnetic stand with a detachable glass lid. The object is not to be removed from its container except for testing purposes. Personnel are to use forceps when physically interacting with SCP-7228. In case of unwarranted puncturing, Protocol-72281 must be implemented immediately. Otherwise, SCP-7228-A instances can be disposed or contained on discretion. Description: SCP-7228 is a brass-coated acupuncture needle measuring 3.5 centimeters. Other than being slightly bent, the object is in good condition. SCP-7228-A are objects punctured by SCP-7228.2 SCP-7228-A instances will undergo one of two states depending on the amount of force applied with SCP-7228. Instances punctured with minimal force will deflate overtime. Examination of the point of entry reveals the instances' interior to be filled primarily with air. SCP-7228-A will continue to retain previous functions and traits until completely deflated. Instances are unresponsive at that point, and their exterior will become soft and highly stretchable. Instances punctured with excessive force will experience an accelerated and explosive barotraumatic reaction which damages the tissue surrounding the point of puncture. In both cases, the instance will be retroactively changed so they are, have been, and will always be, a balloon. Addendum-01, History: While SCP-7228's exact origins could not be traced, it is known the anomaly was in the possession of the Zeppelin Riders (GoI-1843) prior to containment. GoI-1843 is a minor outlaw motorcycle club active in under-the-Veil drug trafficking and the smuggling of anomalous materials across the Western United States. GoI-1843 had a sizeable following, with the mother charter being considered one of the most prominent and active of the organization: Todd López: Enforcer. Possesses the ability to discharge heat from his oral cavity via a thaumaturgic dragon tattoo on his neck. Louise Garnett: Witch. Specializes in pyromancy and limited thaumaturgy. Vance Chikatilo: Primary chemist. Also possesses knowledge on both non-anomalous and anomalous chemistry. Is Britland's main bodyguard. William Brady: Enforcer. Class two reality-bender that can affect his nearby surroundings. Nelson Britland: President of GoI-1843. Is not reported to have any anomalous abilities. The Foundation became aware of GoI-1843 when they tried to expand their territory into the South Western Region of the United States. Even after numerous arrests, GoI-1843 continued to grow. Upon gaining intel Britland was somewhere in the state of Oregon, the Foundation formulated plans to apprehend him when a complication arose. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7228/Rodney1 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Location of patrol route. Foreword: The following was taken from Agent Rodney's body camera. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney converses with Agent Harper in the car, the former absentmindedly points a speed radar out the window. Agent Holland examines their pager, chewing gum. All of them are wearing police uniforms.] Agent Rodney: —so he bites the guy's dick, giving his friends enough time to go ham on the bad guys! Agent Harper: …This came from a zombie apocalypse TV show? Agent Rodney: The zombie apocalypse TV show. I'm surprised you haven't seen it yet, Holland. Sounds like something up your alley. Agent Holland: You've seen one zombie flick, you've seen them all. Agent Rodney: Eh, you're no fun. Not gonna lie guys, I kind of wish Polk was here. He certainly knows how to liven up a party — no offense. Agent Holland: Nah, it's cool. Dick. Agent Rodney: I… uh— Agent Harper: He's joking. The sooner 'Porky' recovers from the flu, the better. Just act like I'm not here. Agent Rodney: Kind of hard considering we're partners. Agent Harper: Then let's pretend we're an old married couple then. I'll be the upstanding dad, you're the loving mother, and Holland can be the smelly, fussy baby. Agent Holland: Fuck you. Agent Harper: See? Ain't he a stinker! Agent Rodney: We've been here for hours, can't we move somewhere else? Agent Holland: What's the matter, Rod? Getting bored? Agent Rodney: Yes. Agent Harper: Well too bad! I'm not keen moving from the shade just yet… oops, never mind. [A red Toyota Highlander speeds down the road. Agent Harper turns on their siren and drives after them. Agent Rodney checks the speed radar.] Agent Rodney: Seventy on a forty? Geez. Agent Harper: [Snickering] Amateurs. C'mon, let's do our actual jobs for once. [Both vehicles park on the roadside. Agent Harper and Agent Rodney exit and approach the Toyota. Agent Harper knocks on the window — it rolls down.] Male Voice: What seems to the problem, officer? Agent Harper: Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were going? I'm afraid I'm going to have to see your license and registration please. You also have a broken tail light. Male Voice: Sure thing, officer. I got my license right here. [Agent Harper gasps and barely ducks under a beam of orange plasma. Agent Rodney jumps back.] Agent Rodney: Call it in! Holland, call it— [Agent Rodney comes under fire from gunshots and projectile flames, which he evades by returning to the police cruiser for cover. A woman and man3 exit the Toyota and rush the other vehicle, each wielding a flaming hand and an assault rifle respectively. López approaches Agent Harper, the latter using a boulder from cover from the onslaught of plasma.] [Agent Holland fumbles the radio but stops when Garnett projects flame at the car, melting the windshield. Chikatilo fires at the car door, getting closer to Agent Rodney. Agent Holland shrieks and crawls from the car. He aims and shoots Garnett in the shoulder.] [Chikatilo witnesses Garnett fall down. He snarls at Agent Holland and pulls the trigger — an empty click is heard. Chikatilo retrieves SCP-7228 from his pocket, puncturing the car. The car violently pops. The force of the expulsion pushes all nearby individuals over. Chikatilo stands up, kicks Agent Rodney's gun away, and approaches Agent Holland. Agent Holland screams are interrupted by a loud pop.] [Chikatilo reloads the rifle when Agent Rodney slams into him. They engage in a physical struggle for the weapon, inadvertently firing it. López falls to the ground. Chikatilo headbutts Agent Rodney off him. Chikatilo fires, but stops when he notices sunflowers emerging from the barrel.] Second Male Voice: Goddammit. [Chikatilo turns around in time for Britland's fist to collide with his face. Chikatilo stumbles back, scowls, and picks up SCP-7228. Britland scowls in return before helping Garnett up. She covers her blood-stained shoulder in pain. An overweight man4 picks up the assault rifle — the flowers vanish.] Britland: You and Todd couldn't wait five fucking seconds? Chikatilo: They were gonna phone it in! What the hell was I supposed to do? Britland: Stop acting like brain-damaged ape on meth? Garnett: Nel, he was doing his best! And we're still fine aren't we? [Britland gestures to López — blood rapidly emerge from his head. Chikatilo curses loudly and kicks the popped remains of the car. Brady rolls his eyes. Garnett rubs her temple and groans. Britland notices Agent Harper and points his revolver at Agent Rodney.] Britland: Drop it or your friend's getting a facial! [Agent Harper hesitates. Britland cocks the hammer.] Britland: Now. [Agent Harper sighs, dropping his firearm. Garnett restrains and guides him to the group before knocking him out. Britland lowers the gun to Agent Rodney's face. Agent Rodney pants heavily.] Agent Rodney: L-Listen! I think we gotten off the wrong foot— Britland: Shut up. Just shut up! Chikatilo: They've seen our faces, Nelson. You know what that means. Britland: Yeah, no thanks to you! That's the last time— Brady: Nel? [Brady pulls a file away from the remains of the car and reads it. He expresses shock then passes it Britland. Britland scans it and shudders before glancing at Agent Holland remains. He growls at Chikatilo.] Britland: Strike one. Louise, tape. Will, bodies. Vance, gun. [Garnett and Brady sprint away. Chikatilo, givess Britland the rifle and folds his arms. Britland sighs and turns to Agent Rodney.] Britland: Change of plans, looks like you and I are going on a road trip, Jailor. Nighty-nite. Agent Rodney: What— [Britland strikes Agent Rodney's head with the butt of the assault rifle.] [END LOG] Addendum-02, Imprisonment: Undercover Field Operatives Agent Rodney, Agent Harper, and Agent Holland failed to make a scheduled check-in with designated contact at Headquarters. An Investigative Response Unit was deployed to the area, whereupon they discovered the scene of the skirmish and Agent Holland's remains. All available assets in the region were placed on high alert, and efforts to locate and rescue or recover the unaccounted-for Agents were initiated. Dismantling GoI-1843 was deemed a higher priority. However, a lack of leads made locating the mother chapter immensely difficult. Although several personnel casted doubt on the rescue operation, Agent Rodney and Agent Harper was still alive. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7228/Rodney2 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Frame Taken From Agent Rodney's Body Camera. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney and Agent Harper are restrained to folding chairs inside a trailer. Most of the wallpaper is torn and a framed picture of a hot air balloon hangs by the door. The former wakes up.] Agent Harper: [Whisper] Like the show? [Brady, wearing a sheriff's costume, points Agent Rodney's firearm at a mirror. Agent Rodney's body camera hangs from a coat rack; the agents' equipment and a backpack sits on a nearby couch.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] What happened? Agent Harper: [Whisper] [Sigh] They weren't amateurs. Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Right, we got jumped. I remember… but why are we here? Agent Harper: [Whisper] Beats me. All I know is that is that punk leader guy ordered that dope to watch us. But then he started screwing around and now he's— [The area shifts into a desert landscape. Five men in cowboy costumes5 aim their firearms towards Brady. Brady aims his own and whistles. The cowboys explode in smoke and red glowing words stating, "Ouch!". Brady twirls the gun but accidently drops it. Brady groans.] Agent Harper: [Whisper] [Scoffing] What a marksman. Agent Rodney: [Whisper] A bender? Dammit, what's next?… Harp, a-about Holland—. Agent Harper: [Whisper] I know, I saw. Agent Rodney: [Whisper] What the hell. It was his first day, man! Agent Harper: [Whisper] Shit happens all the time, Rod. But listen, you gotta keep your head in the game. Alright? We could still make this work. Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Really? How?! Agent Harper: [Whisper] I don't know. Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Way to inspire confidence here, Harp. Agent Harper: [Whisper] Just shut up and follow my lead. Agent Rodney [Whisper] Yep, now I'm missing Polk a lot. At least I wouldn't have to suffer through this bullcrap— [Agent Rodney's mouth transforms into a closed zipper. Agent Rodney is visibly stunned.] Brady: Heard that! You ought to be more polite to a man with magic hands, so zip it! [Snickering] Get it? No? Eh, well screw you. I run the show here, and if you think you can get away pushing me 'round— [A knock is heard. Brady freezes.] Britland: Will, it's time. Open up. Brady: Hold up! [The area and Brady's outfit revert to normal. Brady hastily stuffs the equipment into the backpack.] Britland: Will, open up! Brady: In a minute! I'm not… decent! Chikatilo: My god, Willy! The hell you doing back there? Garnett: Hold on, I have the key. If you're naked in there Willy, I swear to god— [Brady runs from the couch and opens the door. Britland, Chikatilo, and Garnett enter. Garnett shoulder is bandaged and Chikatilo scowls prolongingly at Agent Rodney.] Britland: Sure took your sweet time. Brady: S-Sorry Nel, I was trying to… these guys have been so much trouble since you've left — nothing but a nasty pain in the ass. I thinks it's time to take off the kiddie gloves. [Britland spots Agent Rodney's zipper. Britland looks to Brady.] Brady: Especially that one. He thinks he's special. Britland: Oh… really now? [Britland pulls out a chair and sits in front of the agents. Britland smiles and unzips Agent Rodney's mouth, causing him to cringe in pain.] Britland: Tail light's fixed. Agent Harper: Good for you. Britland: Thank you. I appreciate it. While you were napping I checked your license and registration to pass the time. [Britland leans in closer.] Britland: Didn't appreciate that. Agent Rodney: …We were just doing our jobs… we were gonna let you go— Garnett: —And let your friends take care of the rest. You've been following us! You got any idea how much trouble you're in right now? Agent Rodney: What? We don't even— Agent Harper: Heh, I think that applies to you more than us don't you think— [Britland pulls on Agent Harper by his necktie, bringing the two closer together.] Britland: For your sake? It doesn't. Let me tell you what happened since then: more patrols, more cameras, more arrests! You weren't part of the plan, and now your friends are screwing things up! From the bottom of my heart, fuck you. Agent Rodney: You killed one of our own! What else do you expect? Chikatilo: Hey! Mind your damn tongue— Britland: Vance. [Britland glances at Chikatilo. Chikatilo relaxes.] Britland: But believe it or not, you can still make this right. You can still go home. All you have to do is makes some amends and we'll be done here. Agent Harper: Amends? [Britland waves a file in front of both agents.] Britland: You two were in on it, which means you know the plan. We want in too. Agent Rodney: You… you want us to spill the beans? Britland: On a silver platter. Surely you can't be this naïve, Mr. Rod-Nay? It's the only reason you're still breathing. Agent Harper: Not happening. Britland: We just want to know about the check points, and what fancy tools you got. They won't ever know— Agent Harper: I said that's not happening. [Britland pulls out a combat knife against Agent Harper's neck. Agent Harper tenses.] Britland: Y-You still thinking I'm being cute here? Agent Rodney: I?! Why— Britland: I already told you why. Did you even listen?! I've never tolerated dead weight and I'm not starting now. If I were you I'd start singing like a canary, so give me some noise. Otherwise… [Britland slowly drags the knife across Agent Harper's chin. Agent Harper huffs as blood trickle onto his collar.] Britland: Wanna try that again? [Agent Harper clenches his teeth.] Agent Harper: That… tickles. [Britland points the knife to Agent Harper's ear.] Agent Rodney: Hey! Point that thing at me asshole! Maybe I know what's going on! [Chikatilo yanks Agent Rodney's head back by his hair and grabs onto his throat.] Chikatilo: Remember what I said? You still have the balls to yap after what you pulled?! Brady: Vance? Agent Rodney: I— [Chikatilo punches Agent Rodney nose; Agent Rodney nostrils' bleed. Agent Rodney groans before Chikatilo pulls back his left eyelid, bringing SCP-7228 extremely close to his eyeball. Agent Rodney freezes.] Garnett: H-Honey? Chikatilo: We could've ended you right then and there, and yet you're still acting like you're hot shit! I can fix that. Britland: Vance! [Chikatilo squeezes harder. Agent Rodney involuntarily coughs spit at Chikatilo's face. Chikatilo shakes tremendously, rasing SCP-7228 high into the air. Britland wrestles SCP-7228 from his hand.] Chikatilo: Nel? Britland: Strike two. Outside. Now! [Britland pushes Chikatilo outside the trailer, dragging Agent Harper with him by his chair. Garnett follows them. Brady picks up the backpack and looks to a shocked Agent Rodney. Brady shrugs.] Brady: Would you believe if I said this is the calmest I'd ever seen him? [Chuckles] Welcome to the family son. [Brady slams the door behind him, causing the picture to fall and shatter on the floor. Agent Rodney looks at the frame. He cocks his head and, still restrained, moves forward. Agent Rodney leans an ear against the door, remaining silent. The sound of punching and Chikatilo yelping is audible.] Garnett: Nel! Nelson! Please! You said next time he'll be in time out! Britland: Changed my mind, I'm 'spanking' him instead! Don't you even, Louise! Enough is enough, and it needs to stop! Chikatilo: He killed Todd! Britland: I don't care! They're still important. When everything's said and done? Then we can talk. [Agent Rodney breathes harshly through his nostrils. He eyes at the frame again before turning around. Agent Rodney manages to lift the frame up and removes a shard of glass from it. He cuts through his wrist binding; Agent Rodney cries softly as drops of blood stain the carpet.] Chikatilo: F-Fine! I-I get it! Now can I have my thing back— Britland: No. William will be holding onto your needle for the foreseeable future. Chikatilo: What?! Brady: Really? Finally! Britland: I'm putting my foot down. Don't push it. Chikatilo: No! I found it first! I— Britland: Todd was strike one, that was strike two, you want to make this strike three?… that's what I thought. [Agent Rodney cuts the bindings on his legs and chest.] Brady: Wow, it really is small. So what now? Britland: We complete the checklist. Louise, Vance, take this and wrap up your chores in the tents. Will, that guy better be singing by sunrise! I'll be taking this bastard in my office. You better read those instructions too, Will. That's not a toy! Brady: Trust me, I'll go to the tents when I'm done. Sayonara! Ciao! Buh-bye! Don't let the bed bugs bite! [Chuckling]. [Agent Rodney visibly panics as he tears off the last bindings. He zips his mouth closed, picks up the chair and hides behind the door. The door is kicked open; the trailer's interior shifts into a cartoon- representation of medieval torture chamber. Brady is wearing an executioner outfit.] Brady: Okay Mr. Jailor time to get serious! How about… oh shit. [Agent Rodney slams the chair against Brady's head. Brady falls down as Agent Rodney continues slamming it against him. Brady points at the chair — it transforms into a large cobra. Agent Rodney shrieks through the zipper and throws the cobra away across the room and, visibly confused, frantically beats him up with his bare hands.] [The space of the torture room became to shift and move erratically; objects are pulled, twisted and squeezed simultaneously. Brady pulls out SCP-7228 and attempts to pierce Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney catches Brady's hand; both struggle for the needle.] [Brady grabs onto Agent Rodney's throat. Agent Rodney screams as his body spatially contorts and bends at sharp angles. He is also fading out of visibility. Agent Rodney pushes Brady's arm to the right, causing SCP-7228 to pop a suit of armor carrying a large mace. Brady looks up and gasps as the mace collides with nose, caving in his face.] [The room returns to normal. Agent Rodney seethes in pain as all abnormalities on his body also returns to normal. Agent Rodney looks to Brady, then pulls on the door. It is locked.] [Agent Rodney pauses, then eyes SCP-7228 on the floor. He crouches, hesitantly reaching his arm towards the object. After another moment, he slowly picks it up and pierces the door. The door pops. Agent Rodney stares at SCP-7228, adorns his body camera, then leaves the trailer.] [The scenery outside appears to be that of a carnival. Various rides, attractions, and a large Ferris wheel is visibly in the background. Agent Rodney takes a deep breath, visible relaxes, and walks down the trailer's steps. One of the steps breaks, causing Agent Rodney to fall on his frontside. He groans in annoyance and sits upright before freezing.] [SCP-7228 is embedded in his thumb.] [Agent Rodney removes SCP-7228 from his fingernail. His thumb leaks air. Agent Rodney whimpers.] Agent Rodney: Dammit. [END LOG] Addendum-03, Escape: Agent Rodney escaped his imprisonment, obtaining SCP-7228 in the process; Agent Harper's status remained unconfirmed. The location the agents were held at was Highland Park.6 Since the property was generally isolated from urban centers Britland had repurposed it as major safehouse and hub for GoI-1843 activity. As a result from aforementioned Foundation intervention, other GoI-1843 members were unable to arrive at the park, leaving the mother chapter solely in charge of it. Because of this, Agent Rodney would theoretically have navigated the pier without issue. Unfortunately, due to an oversight on his part, that was not possible. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7228/Rodney3 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Highland Park before it's closure. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Rodney: I honestly don't know where to start. [Agent Rodney travels down the pier. The wooden planks and other nearby structures appear rotten and decrepit respectively. Agent Rodney scans his surroundings.] Agent Rodney: But I'm going to document this just in case. Don't know if you'll even see this but… t-the mission went bad. Very bad. Harper is missing, Holland's dead, and it's anyone's guess what's happening to me. Erm… Agent Rodney: These guys kidnapped us and now we're at a… fair? No, park — I see the Ferris wheel. I-I'm still fine, I think they're aiming for the hostage route but something tells that won't last forever. Hm? [Agent Rodney spots an old Highland Park sign. He chuckles nervously.] Agent Rodney: Highland? We're in Highland? Wow… you know we should probably come up with some program to check out abandoned areas. These guys always seem to treat it like free real estate. Ow. [The faint whistling of air is heard. Agent Rodney's right hand and half of his forearm is deflated. He is carrying SCP-7228 in his other hand.] Agent Rodney: Okay, I might've lied about the 'fine' part. Got pricked by this needle, and this was the result. Holland got popped because of it; don't know why I didn't. I'm feeling a tad light-headed at the moment. My arm's numb… I'm getting a bit sleepy… shit. [Agent Rodney pulls on his hair, his breath shudders.] Agent Rodney: Nope. No phone, no gun, no arm! You fucking idiot… couldn't watch your step?! They find that other guy I'm screwed. I'm… no, no. Keep your head in the game, just keep it in… [Agent Rodney uses SCP-7228 to puncture a soda can and brick on the ground, The can pops. Agent Rodney punctured the brick more lightly. The brick leaks airs until he steps on it; the brick completely deflates.] Agent Rodney: So there's a method to this? Neat. [Agent Rodney glances at the pier entrance in the far background. He shakes his head.] Agent Rodney: Nope. Not without Harp and or the arm. They talked about 'the tents' a bit ago. Seems like everything I need's in there. My stuff and… 'instructions' for the anomaly? Do they mean research? [Agent Rodney caresses his deflated arm, he takes a deep breath and moves towards a faint light in the distance.] Agent Rodney: Maybe I can still turn this into a win. [Agent Rodney continues walking, eventually reaching the midway: several large tents are in the center of the area. Wooden crates, empty or turned over concession stands, and cables are haphazardly placed on the ground, with some snaking upwards on nearby structures. Rotten food and trash are also visible on the ground.] Agent Rodney: C'mon guys, there's a trash can right over there. Pigs. Is this 'the tents?' [The cables are attached to work lights placed around the area — all the cables run underneath the tents. Agent Rodney looks at his arm; the forearm is completely deflated. He shudders, then nods.] Agent Rodney: Now or never. Don't think about it, just keep your head in the game— [Garnett walks into view. Agent Rodney gasps and hides behind a popcorn stand. Garnett huffs as she holds her shoulder. She puts a cigarette in her mouth then turns up the volume on her radio.] Garnett: Hey Babycakes, how you're doing? Chikatilo: Still. Bleeding. Through. My Nose. Garnett: I told you not to provoke him, Vance! You just had to push it? Chikatilo: Can this conversation wait? Where's your make-up kit? I don't want to explain this to the guys. Garnett: Hmm… If it was anyone else, I'd say piss off. But I'll make an exception, just for you. Chikatilo: Wonderful. I want your gum too. Garnett: Don't push it. [Agent Rodney crawls behind some crates and a trash can.] Garnett: But seriously, you feeling good? Chikatilo: I'll feel good when we finally deal with those Suits. Garnett: [Groaning] We've already talked about this— Chikatilo: And I'll say it again. Keeping them around is too risky. We should've cut our losses then and laid low. You know I'm right. [Garnett sighs and lights the cigarette with a flaming finger. Agent Rodney gets closer to the tent.] Garnett: Let's see how this plays out first. Besides, Britland wouldn't have it. Especially with him being scared and all. Chikatilo: Britland? Scared of who? The Foundation? Yep, I ain't buying it. Garnett: I swear man, he got all jittery when I mentioned it — never saw him so tense like that before. Chikatilo: I'll believe it when I see it. Anyways, you know where my cigs are? Can't find them. Garnett: I dunno. [Garnett hides a cigarette pack in her pocket. Agent Rodney enter the tent; a motorcycle, toolboxes, a bicycle pump and a small weapons cabinet inside. He walks to the motorcycle, shakes his head, then turns to the cabinet.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Weapons. [Agent Rodney inspects the cabinet. The backpack can be seen through the door. Agent Rodney's smile turns into a frown upon spotting the combination lock.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Of course, they would. Fine, have it your way. [Agent Rodney punctures the lock. His frown turns into a horrified expression when the entire cabinet deflates.] Agent Rodney: [Loud Whisper] Assclown! [Agent Rodney attempts to rip the cabinet apart with his hands, resulting it to deflate further. Footsteps approach the tent. Panicked, Agent Rodney hides the cabinet behind the toolboxes and crawls into the adjacent tent.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] [Panting]. Ow… ow… [A table displaying a variety of chemical vials, Bunsen burners and a written notebook rests in the center of the tent. A fridge and a generator is also by the table. Agent Rodney struggles to stand, prompting him to lean on the table for support.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Okay, I get it. I'm screwed… But hey… at least I won't go hungry. Eat your heart out, 'Nel'. [Agent Rodney opens the fridge; the frozen, decayed corpse of López falls out. He stares at it, struggling not to vomit.] Agent Rodney: [Strained Whisper] I hate you, Nel. [Agent Rodney, frustrated, looks towards the table. The words "INSTRUCTIONS" are written on the notebook. Agent Rodney grins.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] But certainly not you. [Agent Rodney picks up the notebook and skims through it. His grin fades away.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Methamphetamine… oxy… Math? T-This ain't gonna help me! Those guys said there were instructions— [A piece of computer paper falls from the notebook. Agent Rodney picks it up. It reads: VANCE! REMEMBER. THE. PUMP! DO THAT AGAIN I'M TURNING YOU INTO A CONDOM! — NEL] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Lovely. Seriously, does he have a stick up his ass all the time? Wait… pump? [Agent Rodney collapses to the ground when his shoulder deflates, he covers his mouth, silently groaning. The view of Garnett's feet and the bicycle pump is visible from the other tent. The groaning ceases. He grabs a glove and duct tape, blowing into the former.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] New plan. [Exhale] Stupid but worth a shot. [Exhale] Need something but She-devil's blocking it. [Exhale] Can't get to her. [Exhale] So I'm gonna get her here instead. [Exhale] Showtime. [Agent Rodney finishes the glove balloon, tapes it, and punctures it with SCP-7228. It does not pop.] Agent Rodney: …Huh? [Agent Rodney puncture it again; the glove balloon still does not pop. He hisses.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Bull! You telling me you out of everything, a little itty bitty balloon giving you such hard time— [The glove balloon spontaneously doubles in size. Startled, Agent Rodney throws the balloon under the table. The balloon continues to grow, lifting up the table and knocking over the refrigerator onto the generator. All lights in the area goes out.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] …Shit. Garnett: Hold on! Let me check it out! Agent Rodney: [Loud Whisper] Shit! [Agent Rodney hastily crawls to the previous tent as Garnett leaves. He grabs the pump then looks at his deflated thumb. Agent Rodney bites his lip.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] This ain't gonna work. [Agent Rodney winces; his shoulder collapses further.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] But it damn well better! [Agent Rodney tightly affixes the pump against his thumb and pumps with his free hand. His shoulder blows up slightly. Agent Rodney chuckles.] Agent Rodney [Whisper] Yes. Yes! The feeling's returning to my arm. You hear that guys! I ain't dying tonig— [The glove balloon pushes against the other tent, toppling some crates onto Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney's arm returns to normal at the cost of his body being flatten below the upper torso. Agent Rodney freezes in place, eyes watering up. He is about to scream when Garnett's own cuts him off.] [The tent wall behind Agent Rodney catches fire. Agent Rodney pops the crates. He frantically pumps the hose, his lower torso soon returns to normal shape.] Garnett: I'm trying! My mancy's getting overloaded… Just get your ass over here! Where's the extinguisher?! [Agent Rodney stops pumping. He spots a bicycle covering and uses it to conceal himself. The sounds of stomping, metal creaking, and rushing air becomes audible. Agent Rodney emerges from the covering. Garnett is spraying a fire extinguisher, failing to extinguish the fire.] [Agent Rodney slowly crawls to Garnett, readying SCP-7228 when she notices him.] Garnett: You?! [Agent Rodney thrusts SCP-7228 forward, only puncturing the extinguisher. The extinguisher pops and expels foam onto Agent Rodney's back and Garnett's face. Garnett backs up against the fire.] [Garnett screams as she catches on fire, flailing her arms before tripping on a toolbox. Agent Rodney grabs the pump and drags himself outside, coughing from smoke inhalation. Garnett runs from the tent before it collapses and performs the 'stop, drop, and roll' technique.] [The fire is still not extinguished. Garnett hisses and positions her hand towards her back, the fire recedes to her palm. She rests on the ground; her hyperventilating ends abruptly when she notices Agent Rodney is right in front of her. Agent Rodney lip quivers.] Agent Rodney: Wait— [Garnet projects the fire in her palm at Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney instinctively covers his body with his hands; the fire instantly pops upon making physical contact with SCP-7228. Both appear visibly dumbfounded.] Garnet: Wha— [Agent Rodney pierces Garnett. Garnett pops. Agent Rodney takes several breath before resting on his back. His clothes are stained with dried blood, white foam, and pieces of a SCP-7228-A instance in that order. The tents continue to burn in front of him. Agent Rodney pumps himself until his body returns to its original shape, taping the hole on his thumb.. He suddenly facepalms.] Agent Rodney: Just realized I could've avoided that if I'd popped literally anything else. Ugh… forget it. Now to find Harp. That's fine, I'm still fine — can work. Just gotta… gotta… [Agent Rodney slowly turns around. Chikatilo stares at Agent Rodney, then at the tents, then at the remains of Garnett. Chikatilo, shaking tremendously, switches the safety off his assault rifle.] [END LOG] Addendum-04, Confrontation: Following the raids against GoI-1843, one of the organization's road captains confessed the location of Highland park during interrogation. Foundation assets, disguised as law enforcement and medical services were deployed, seeking to quickly resolve the situation, Congruently, Agent Rodney, despite finding the means to maintain his anomalous form, was still in danger. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7228/Rodney4 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ The Cheshire House prior to closing. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney sprints across the foot court. He pants heavily and leans against an object. The pump is taped to his side with excessive rolls of duct tape.] Agent Rodney: Why didn't I do more sports?… [The object turns out to be a vending machine; expired candy and chips are inside. Agent Rodney is about to break the glass with a nearby rock until a spray of bullets break the glass, nearly missing him.] Chikatilo: Fucking pussy, c'mere! [Agent Rodney swipes as much candy bars as he can before Chikatilo reloads, then sharply turns left. He attempts to remove the wrappers from the candy with his teeth while consuming them at the same time.] Agent Rodney: [Loud Chewing] Get in! Get in! I need… I need — not fine! If you can see this I am not fucking— [Agent Rodney trips. He looks to see that his leg is tangled by cables. Agent Rodney uses SCP-7228 to pop them.] Agent Rodney: [Nervous Laughter] I killed his girlfriend. What are the odds? [Agent Rodney's snickers turns into crying, then panting.] Agent Rodney: I c-can still m-make this work. Keep your head in the game. Keep it— [Gunfire is heard when Agent Rodney untangles himself; the hissing of air is audible. The gunfire continues until Agent Rodney hides behind a merry-go-round. Chikatilo can be heard reloading again when his radio crackles to life.] Britland: The hell you're doing?! Chikatilo: Cleaning up your mess! [The hissing of air resumes. Agent Rodney chews on his last candy bar when he glances at a reflection on one of the horses. A large hole is present on his forehead; he chokes on the candy bar.] Britland: Vance. Stop. Shooting! You want to cops raining down our head?! Chikatilo: Sure! Why not? Fuck it! Let's bring the Jailors too while we're at it. You two deserve each other anyways! [Agent Rodney's head begins to cave-in. Agent Rodney tapes the back of his head, then inserts the coupler into his forehead, pumping ferociously.] Britland: Vance, you're five seconds away from strike three! If I were you I'd— Chikatilo: —eat shit and die! They're after you not me. What's the matter, Nel? Scared of becoming the prison bitch! Britland: …Strike three— [Agent Rodney finishes pumping, and wraps the tape fully around his head. A radio is chucked into the distance. Agent Rodney pulls SCP-7228 as the sound of stomping gets louder. He stops, then looks to the main body of the merry-go-round. Chikatilo turns the corner and aims.] [Agent Rodney punctures the merry-go-round.] [The rupture of the SCP-7228-A instance sends Chikatilo several feet away. Agent Rodney is launched into the air. Agent Rodney screams are cut short when he notices he is descending slowly.] Agent Rodney: …Floating? [Agent Rodney brings up SCP-7228 to his eyes, remaining silent.] Agent Rodney: Popping. Deflating. Pumping. Happens when a needle… I'm a balloon? I'm a balloon. [Agent Rodney touches his forehead.] Agent Rodney: That makes sense. It's stupid, but makes sense— [Agent Rodney sees Chikatilo stand up and spotting him from the ground. Agent Rodney attempts to 'swim' to the nearest available surface, in this case, the roof of the 'Cheshire House' attraction. He rests on the ground.] Agent Rodney: Nope, this is just stupid. Maybe he'll keep running out of ammo? Jesus Christ! [Agent Rodney scrambles away just in time as a Molotov crashes on the roof — the fire spreads quickly. Agent Rodney turns around and sees a tall wooden rollercoaster near the roof. He takes a deep breath, takes a few steps back and jumps. Due to being A SCP-7228-A instance, he gains a lot of horizontal height.] [Agent Rodney climbs the coaster, moving through support beams. Chikatilo gives chase and follows him via the employee stairs and walkways. Both men go higher up the coaster; Chikatilo eventually makes a successful shot on Agent Rodney, grazing and opening his abdomen.] [Agent Rodney stumbles and hides behind a pole. He pulls out the tape and pump. Chikatilo fires again, making a successful hit on the pump. The force of the bullet tears the object from his grip and fall down below.] Chikatilo: That's right, you pissant! Come out like the cockroach you are and take it like a man, bitch! [Agent Rodney ducks, his cover getting consistently fired on by Chikatilo. Faraway, Agent Rodney spots faint red and blue light from the highway.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Finally some help… wait, Harp's still gone. Shit. Shit. [Agent Rodney looks to his abdomen wound; he is leaking air fast. He pulls out SCP-7228 and looks at the surrounding structure of the rollercoaster. Chikatilo rifle jams.] Agent Rodney: [Whisper] Cockroach? Thanks for the idea. [Agent Rodney climbs sporadically through the structure, lightly puncturing holes in the rollercoaster as he moves along. By the time he unjams his rifle, the section of the rollercoaster begins to collapse.] [In visible panic, Chikatilo moves onto one of the track segments when he notices Agent Rodney climbing on top as well.] Agent Rodney: Tell Todd and Louise I said hi. [Agent Rodney punctures the platform. The track ruptures completely; Chikatilo screams, falling to the pier in a loud thud while Agent Rodney descends slowly, spotting the bicycle pump below.] Agent Rodney: That was for you Holland, cheers… Right, Harp. I still need to find… Oh. [Britland is seen at the bottom of the rollercoaster holding a gun to a kneeling, handcuffed Agent Harper's head. They are near a Ferris wheel. Agent Rodney sighs, calmly landing to the ground, holding his abdomen. Britland turns to a fallen Chikatilo; his legs are broken and is shaking tremendously, presumably from immense pain.] Britland: You're out. [Britland fires his revolver. Chikatilo stops moving; blood is leaking from his left eye socket. Britland points the gun at Agent Rodney, clenching onto the back of Agent Harper's shirt with his other hand.] Britland: And you're insufferable. Agent Rodney: …I get that a lot. Britland: I saw Garnett. Suppose Will went down the same way? Agent Rodney: …H-He fought valiantly. Britland: Did he really? Agent Rodney: No. Britland: A decade of work in flames. [Britland gestures his head to the massive pillars of smoke rising overhead.] Britland: My crew, gone. [Britland spits in Chikatilo's direction.] Britland: And I might not be too far behind either. [The faint sound of sirens can be heard in the far distance.] Britland: And you still think you're just walking out of here? [Agent Harper's face is bruised and looks away from Britland.] Agent Harper: Now doesn't that sound cute. [Britland snaps the gun to Agent Harper's head. Agent Rodney takes a step forward, groaning in pain as his abdomen deflates.] Agent Rodney: You brought this on yourselves— [Britland points the gun back to Agent Rodney — his hand violently shaking. Agent Rodney gulps and loudly exhales.] Agent Rodney: They don't take this stuff lightly… but there's still a way out of this. [Britland's hand is shaking less, he is visibly surprised before his expression shifts into a scowl.] Britland: I'd be more willing to listen if you drop it. [Agent Rodney tosses SCP-7228 forward several feet then slowly moves towards Britland. Agent Harper snaps their head upwards and widens his eyes in shock.] Agent Rodney: We don't just 'jail' things. Sometimes we make deals too. Under the right circumstances… it could work out. Britland: And what kind of deal would that be? Agent Rodney: A plea deal. [Britland remains silent before suddenly chuckling. Agent Rodney stops moving.] Britland: Y-You want to become a sellout?! Agent Rodney: That's not how it… well it's exactly how it sounds. B-but with your help, we can resolve the issues the Riders have been making. And after that I'm certain that— Britland: That they'll feed me a bullet. I know how this works! The moment I'm a liability, not worth their time, the deal's off. That stuff only works for normal things, in normal courts; like Jailors give a shit 'bout that! And if I'm screwed either way— [Britland cocks the hammer. Agent Rodney catches his breath] Britland: Then I guess Vance had a point after all… hm? [They all look up to see a giant blue glove rising behind the tents. Britland is distracted long enough for Agent Harper to headbutt his crotch, stunning him. Agent Rodney picks up SCP-7228 and breaks into a sprint. Britland attempts to fire at Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney readies SCP-7228 but the lack of air pressure on his abdomen causes his back loses stability. He slashes Britland's thigh before faceplanting.] [Britland express immediate panic. He tries to cover the wound when his leg is violently ripped off from the amount of air leaking from his body. The force of the air propels Britland into the air, he screams as he flies in random directions before crashing into the base of the Ferris wheel. Britland is deflated completely. Agent Harper watches in awe.] Agent Harper: …Huh? [Agent Harper's handcuffs pop. Agent Harper turns to Agent Rodney, who is still holding SCP-7228 and is losing a lot of air in his midsection.] Agent Harper: I — R-Rodney?! The hell is this?! Agent Rodney: I'm a balloon and you're gonna fill me up. Agent Harper: …What? Agent Rodney: Grab that over there and pump me here, dammit! I'm… run. [The Ferris wheel creaks loudly as it begins to tilt towards their direction. Agent Harper slings Agent Rodney over his shoulder and runs away, grabbing the pump in the process. The Ferris wheel falls onto the glove; the resulting explosion destroys a massive section of the pier.] [Agent Harper is pushed to the ground by the shockwave but gets back up, and manages to avoid the fire, which has now spread to a larger portion of the pier. Eventually, they make it to the ticket booth and drops a near-deflated Agent Rodney to the floor. He inserts the nozzle of the pump into his abdomen and pumps frantically. Agent Rodney begins to regain consciousness.] Agent Rodney: Is it over yet? Agent Harper: Rod, shut up. What do you mean you're a balloon? Agent Rodney: Remember the prick that made Holland explode? [Agent Rodney twirls SCP-7228 in his hand. Agent Harper continues to pump.] Agent Harper: You're kidding… Agent Rodney: Believe me, man. I wished. Agent Harper: Hold up, Mister Marksman had that last. He did this to you?! Agent Rodney: …I don't know. Agent Harper: [Sigh] Jesus… Rod— Agent Rodney: I'll be contained, I get it. Can we focus on the pumping part now? This is starting to feel comfortable. [Agent Harper scoffs in disbelief. The sound of sirens and flashing blue and red light emanates beyond the entrance.] Agent Rodney: You think that's our people? Agent Harper: Doesn't matter. We're going home either way. Agent Rodney: Yeah… so how was Nel's hospitality? [Agent Harper smiles; a tooth is missing.] Agent Rodney: Ouch. Good thing we have dental insurance. Did I ever tell I been here once? Agent Harper: You did? Agent Rodney: I lived nearby here a long time ago. It was fun while it lasted. Funny how that works. You think they'll reopen again? [Most of the pier is on fire.] Agent Harper: You're hoping pigs will fly too? Agent Rodney: It was joke! Aah… no, yep still hurts. I never thought this would I'd retire. Being thrown in spooky jail? That's a kicker, but it sure as hell beats dying. Agent Harper: You scared? Agent Rodney: A bit. I can't go out anymore, but yet again I don't really leave the Sites much. They'll give me a room, Class-E if I'm lucky. I heard rumors about those kind of places: it's not exactly like a hotel like the eggheads been complaining about. I heard it's kind of like… taking the day off. Agent Harper: …Rodney? Agent Rodney: Maybe there's a silver lining to this after all. Agent Harper: We don't know how this work yet. There's still a chance we can cure you. Agent Rodney: Doubt it. Even so, it probably won't be long until the next hell in a handbasket comes my way. Agent Harper: Please, like this could happen again on the fly. Agent Rodney: No, I'm serious. My supervisor has been really concerned about that. [Agent Harper stops pumping.] Agent Harper: I'm sorry, could you repeat that? Agent Rodney: My supervisor is concerned because I think I'm like… 'highly likely to attract trouble', her words not mine. I've been trough quite a bit: Got nursed to help by a sniper scarecrow, I'm somewhat friends with a talking firetruck… kind of, and I stopped an anomalous train derailment from happening on my very first day. It happens to me like all the time. Agent Harper: …All the time? Agent Rodney: Well.. not literally all the time but it happens way more than it should. That's why I'm not paired up with other agents often except Polk. He's my go-to guy. But he's sick, so whatcha gonna do? I know this is a bit awkward but I liked working with you Harp. It was certainly… Harp? [Agent Harper backs away from the pump, visibly stunned. He then leans and slumps to floor. Agent Harper experiences a major headache.] Agent Harper: Rodney? Agent Rodney: Yeah? Agent Harper: I want a divorce. [END LOG] In spite of everything that occurred, Agent Rodney and Agent Harper survived. Both agents were send to the nearest Site for emergency medical treatment. SCP-7228 was confiscated and civilian paramedics at the scene were amnestized. The cover story involving of arson was fabricated to account for the destruction of Highland Park. With Britland and his crew terminated, and with the lack of major leadership in the organization, GoI-1843 became much easier to dismantle. As of time of writing, most of GoI-1843 had been apprehended, with the majority of them amnestized or assigned to Class-D personnel. Agent Rodney was designated as Class-E personnel and Agent Harper requested to not be assigned to Agent Rodney as a partner in the future. Request granted. Addendum-05, Protocol-7228: Shortly after SCP-7228 was contained it was learned that, through extensive research, minimally punctured SCP-7228-A instances can revert back to their original states if all sources of air leakage is sufficiently stopped and sealed for an indeterminate amount of time. Agent Rodney was the first successful application of Protocol-7228; Agent Rodney lost all anomalous properties and was declared fit for duty. Upon hearing this, Agent Rodney requested a sick day. Request denied. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7228" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7228. 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: NeedleThreeInch.jpg Name: Aiguille d acupuncture avec regle.dsc02265.untilted+cropped+WB.jpg Author: Xhienne License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: DesertRoadCloser.jpg Name: Winding Road Through Desert (16648934995).jpg Author: Joshua Tree National Park License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: WhiteDoorPlain.jpg Name: NMP 1780s House interior Bedroom 1 Door Closed.JPG Author: Infrogmation of New Orleans License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: DarkCarnivalNight.png Name: Steeplechase Pier night, Atlantic City, New Jersey (1978) photography in high resolution Author: John Margolies License: Public Domain Source Link: Rawpixel Filename: HauntedHouseBlue.jpg Name: Haunted house attraction in Hyde Park Winter Wonderland 2017.jpg Author: Simeon87 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. See Addendum-05. 2. SCP-7228 can puncture objects that would be difficult or impossible for non-anomalous needles, including anomalously-durable materials. 3. Identified as Garnett and Chikatilo. 4. Identified as Brady. 5. Most notably, their appearance closely resembles those from the Light Gun Nintendo Entertainment System Game, Duck Hunt. 6. Highland Park was an oceanfront amusement park located near the Oregon Coast Highway. The establishment was once popular for its attractions and appeal to young audiences, but soon foreclosed as a consequence of the Great Recession. |
SCP-7229 | apollyon | close Info X SCP-7229: Lost Eternally Amidst Profound Yearning Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: ExiAsWell, Zoobeeny dreamer, Jiwoahn, Iszth, RadiantGold, soundchaser, Rab333, Teebonesnek who helped with some constructive criticism and help with the proofreading of this article, this couldn't have been done without yall! Thanks, to everyone in the IRC chat and in this wonderful community. JorgeMtzb Hello, it is me! JorgeMtzb Here I come with another SCP. This was an idea that I had a while back and it has finally come to fruition. Hopefully, you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Item#: 7229 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7229 is to be monitored at all times by a team of astrophysicists stationed at Area-08-C. Any changes in the gravitational field of the sun are to be recorded and analyzed immediately. To mitigate the effects of SCP-7229, the Foundation has implemented a series of countermeasures. These include the use of highly advanced satellites and observatories to monitor the sun's gravitational field as well as the deployment of a network of ground-based sensors to detect any changes in the Earth's orbital velocity. It has been proposed that the Foundation launch a specialized device to interact with the Sun's gravitational field as SCP-7229 may cause a deviation in the Earth's orbital period and lead to an unsynchronized year. The device would aim to increase the Earth's orbital velocity during such events, thus compensating for any deviations in the planet's revolution period. In the event that SCP-7229's effects become noticeable to the general public, a cover story is to be disseminated to explain the changes in the Earth's orbital velocity. Description: SCP-7229 is an anomalous phenomenon that affects the gravitational field of the sun. SCP-7229 appears to cause a significant periodic fluctuation in the Sun's gravitational pull resulting in a slowdown of the Earth's orbital velocity that lasts for approximately 4 days. The cause of SCP-7229 is currently unknown. Attempts to detect any underlying patterns or correlations with other celestial events have been inconclusive. During the period of decreased orbital velocity caused by SCP-7229, Earth's atmosphere experiences an increase in solar radiation resulting in a temporary rise in surface temperatures. This may lead to more frequent and severe heatwaves and droughts in affected areas. SCP-7229 has also caused anomalies in the Earth's magnetic field, resulting in disruptions to communication and navigation systems. Despite the relatively short duration of the effect, the impact on Earth's climate and weather patterns has the potential to be severe. To better understand the impact of SCP-7229 on the Earth's climate, the Foundation has established several research initiatives including the historical study of gravitational patterns and the analysis of satellite imagery. The data collected from these studies will aid in predicting future fluctuations in the Earth's orbital velocity and developing effective strategies to counteract SCP-7229. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is outdated and may no longer reflect the most recent information or updates. A more recent version of this document is available and should be consulted for the most accurate and up-to-date content. Thank you for your understanding. More From This Author More From This Author JorgeMtzb's Works SCPs SCP-7121 (+109) • SCP-7194 (+36) • SCP-7424 (+9) • SCP-8045 (+200) • SCP-719M4-J (+216) • SCP-8022 (+78) • SCP-7192 (+11) • SCP-500-J (+150) • SCP-7911 (+32) • SCP-5031-J (+22) • Tales/GoI Formats Other JorgeMtzb's Author Page (+22) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7229" by JorgeMtzb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7229. 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-7230 | neutralized | I long to hear your voice as I remember it I long to hear your voice as I remember it But I can't and I won't I can't and I won't cause you're dead and you're buried I long to hear your voice as I remember it. (Your Voice, As I Remember It, AJJ) SCP-7230: Your Voice As I Remember It Where'd it go? A collab between TroutMaskReplica and cubeflix. 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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; 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: SCP-7230 Level5 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-7230. Note the absence of SCP-7230. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A Dr. C. Fliss N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Containment procedures are currently being drafted. This file is under review by the O5 Council. Until SCP-7230 has been contained, all tests regarding the noosphere have been postponed until further notice. DESCRIPTION SCP-7230 refers to an unknown object, concept, or phenomenon located at 51.4839° N, 0.6044° W. Due to its anomalous properties, it cannot be fully conceptualized, even under the influence of mnestics. Descriptions of SCP-7230 extracted from Foundation DEEPWELL archives suggest that: it is a structure; information about SCP-7230 was previously comprehensible but was rendered incomprehensible on 18/02/2029. ADDENDUM 7230-1 — TESTIMONIES I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at, to be honest. I've spent fourteen years studying all sorts of cognitohazardous, infohazardous, antimemetic anomalies. Pick any category in the memetics field and I assure you I can find at least three anomalies I've worked on with those capabilities. Plus, I've got a CRV of 18.2. Checked last Monday. All this to say that even some of the most powerful memetic or antimemetic anomalies can be knocked into submission with enough mnestics and a good pair of SCRAMBLE goggles. And even if you can't fully comprehend something, you can at least get a rough outline of it. But something about this… I don't know. It was just different. It was absolutely baffling. It's like there was a hole there, just a massive, gaping hole cutting a shape in the middle of the sky. I could tell there was something there— you can always tell when something's off— but I just couldn't see any of it. Or maybe I could. But either way, the photons never quite reached my brain, I guess. We tried everything. We had SCRAMBLE goggles set to the max, IVs of mnestics dripping at 100 mL per hour— yeah, I know that's unsafe— hell, we even tried just going up to the thing and touching it. It felt like stone, to be honest. I couldn't fathom what it could be a part of. Whatever it is, its not anything memetic. Its not antimemetic, either. It's something else entirely. Just… removed from comprehension. Sometimes it feels like its all just a trick; that there's really nothing there and it's just my imagination. But at the end of the day, isn't that all memetics is? — Dr. M. Fauss, SCP-7230 We've checked the data over about ten times now. All the clues, all the pieces were there, we just somehow couldn't put it together. There's references to something being there as far back as the 11th century. Webcrawlers found information about ticket sales. The standard gauntlet of para-tests have come up negative. There's something there, but every time I get close to figuring out what it is, the knowledge just… slips away. And I know what you're thinking. It can't possibly be that difficult. It's got to be lazy workers or perhaps there's been a mistake in the DEEPWELL systems. And I wouldn't blame you for that; about ten gigabytes of data go missing from Foundation databases every year. And IT guys aren't known for being the most diligent employees. But there are the guys that oversaw the database recovery back in '02. There are the guys that detected twenty systemic bureaucrahazards in the last four years, saving the lives of at least twenty-four people and saving the Foundation 220 million USD. These guys do their due diligence, and if they think something is wrong, 99% of the time, there's usually something wrong. — Technician R. L. Owens, RAISA Judging from the information I've seen so far, I've been able to rule out a couple things: One, we know SCP-7230 isn't memetic or antimemetic. These properties would be nullified, even just slightly, by the use of mnestics. However, a sufficiently powerful enough memetic anomaly can prove immune to mnestic application, leading us to: Two, SCP-7230 measures at a baseline value on every anomalous detector we've been able to get our hands on. Greene-Atkinson Semion Field Detectors read 0.00, Tarrow Memeion Counters detect nothing. Hume readings sit at baseline. It itself is not anomalous. The only odd thing about it is that it literally cannot exist. And yet, we can all still feel it. It's like some half-forgotten memory, where you can't make out the details but you can still feel its weight, see its edges. And yet, there's literally nothing there. But if it's not there, then what's casting that shadow? —Dr. C. Fliss, SCP-7230 ADDENDUM 7230-2 — UPDATE On 11/04/2029, a similar anomaly was detected in Liestal, Switzerland. Further investigation is pending. I'm gonna be blunt about this, it's the same as before. A place that seems so familiar, except there's nothing there, though everything points to there being something. We can touch it, we can feel it. Hell, some of us got a tape measure, and it's more than a thousand meters of… something. A group of us decided to feel it around and sketch it down. We can feel something's there, and like I've said, there is something there, no doubt. But the moment we sketched it down, nothing. We drew something, but none of us can put it into words. Even with the drugged up mnestic nuts, nothing. Surrealistics said that we just had to "realign our collective unconscious", whatever that means, Unreality just plain didn't respond, and the Antimemetics Division (which I just discovered exists) got the same results as we did. We are out of options. In a last ditch effort, we went ahead and asked the omegas with SCP-7888. Don't ask me how we got Overwatch's approval on that one. But once again, nothing. I can attach a copy of their response: Instance: #4824821 Message: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Yeah. Even our fucking gods have no idea, that's all they had to say. Even when we tried to put something there, the lack of nothing stopped us. The lack. Of nothing. Stopped us. The people who first spotted it didn't even need amnesticization, since they all sound like lunatics. "Hey, we went to this place, and there's nothing"? What moron would hear that and be scared? We did. We are those morons. I need a fucking break. —Dr. Tiana Rosanne, Director of the 'Pataphysics Department On 05/11/2021 at exactly 05:12 PM GMT, every employee involved in the SCP-7230 project received the following email in their inbox: TO: You FROM: <INVALID ADDRESS> SUBJECT: Whoopsie Sorry about that. Just ran out of memory for a little bit. Should be fixed now! Directly following this incident, a large stone castle appeared in SCP-7230's location. It has been identified as Windsor Castle. SCP-7230 has been reclassified as neutralized. « SCP-7229 | SCP-7230 | SCP-7231 » |
SCP-7232 | euclid | Item#: 7232 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7232-A Special Containment Procedures: Agents have been placed around the SCP-7232-1 event site to monitor the actions of SCP-7232. Research within the Department of Spectral Phenomena to search for a method of neutralizing future SCP-7232-1 events is ongoing. At this time, the SCP-7232 entity has been relegated to being an urban legend for the region. Threat to the veil of secrecy is minimal. Description: SCP-7232 is a Class 2-1-Null Spectral Entity (Poltergeist - Preta - Anchored), which has anchored to SCP-7232-A. The entity responds to the name 'Áine McGuinness' and research has shown this specter to be a young girl whose death was suspected of involving foul play. Researchers from the Department of Spectral Phenomena agree this was most likely the case due to the state of the -A entity’s appearance and the esoteric markings found etched into her incorporeal form. Through further study of those symbols by Foundation researchers, it has been concluded that 7232 had been involved in some form of ritual death. SCP-7232-A is a member of the Quercus Robur species of deciduous trees found heavily within the Appalachian mountain range–colloquially known as ‘The English Oak’. The object is located in the dilapidated remains of a small mountain community from the early 19-century. Research indicates a small, rural community was established near 7232-A, dating puts the founding to the mid-18th-century, and collapsed shortly after the origination of the 7232-1 manifestation events, dated to 1886. While the town itself is deserted, SCP-7232-A has been a popular location for children and young adults from the surrounding area to venture into due to its ‘haunted’ nature. While SCP-7232-A appears to be completely non-anomalous, it annually becomes the site of a level 2 incorporeal manifestation event on the night of October 31st. Two journals have been recovered from the town. The first is weather-worn and has been rendered mostly illegible. Careful study has revealed it belonged to 'Father Whatley' and contains a few mentions of ‘The Children’, but no further useful information has been found. Due to being bundled and hidden in a nook, the second journal was protected from the elements and proved far more valuable. Research has gleaned it belonged to a villager only known as ‘Lady Agora’. Here we find our only account of the events that lead to the manifestation of SCP-7232. Journal of Lady Agora, 31st of October, In The Year of Our Lord, 1886 This night, the Devil and his horde truly were free to have their way with our small town. It began with shouting from within the church, followed by the sounds of a scuffle, and finished with gunfire on those holy grounds. Sheriff Drake was the first to enter the church, and there he found the beaten, bloody, and broken bodies of Father Whatley and those Thomas boys, James and John, resting at the foot of the steps up to the chancel. Above them, at the altar, Gofraidh McGuinness was kneeling and deep in prayer. Rumors have been abuzz in the community that those Thomas boys were involved in those evil acts done upon Gofraidh’s daughter, that darling Áine. And that new preacher, Father Whatley, certainly is no stranger to gossip. But those rumors were nothing in the face of the truth of what Gofraidh had done this night, right in the house of God Himself. Gofraidh had offered no resistance when he was taken, bound, and hauled out of the church. The mob proceeded to escort Gofraidh down the main street and up that hill at the edge of town, where that lone oak tree stood as if a guardian over our small community. This night, the mighty tree was defiled as Gofraidh was summarily judged and sentenced to such a cruel death. As a noose was fitted around his neck and the method of execution was prepared, Gofraidh appeared resolute in the face of death, as if not even our Lord would judge him for his brutal actions. Gofraidh only broke his stoic manners when his wife, Fionnuala, came upon the scene and was pointed out by Edith Thomas, who, in her grief, was hollering for the poor woman's death as well. It was then that Gofraidh finally spoke, screaming to all gathered that Fionnuala was innocent and the crime solely his. His pleas fell upon deaf ears as the crowd turned on Fionnuala, with Gofraidh crying out for her to flee. With the mob moving to descend upon Fionnuala and the proceedings turning to pandemonium, Sheriff Drake decided to end the spectacle with a sharp kick to the barrel where the weighted end of the rope had been placed. As the line drew taut, the last words to come from Gofraidh’s living body was a cry to Heaven for his wife to be guided well as she fled the town. If she truly is innocent, may the Lord guide her to safety, for tonight, the Devil offers none. Nor does he offer mercy, for Gofraidh struggled just over eleven minutes of an agony I do not wish upon the worst offenders in Perdition. The town finally settled now that the deed was done, and Fionnuala had fled into the forest with the town’s best trackers in pursuit. But, as Sheriff Drake went to take down Gofraidh’s body, the dead man’s lips moved. And Gofraidh spoke to us. He spoke of what Father Whatley and the Thomas boys had been up to, where folks had been disappearing to, and how tightly the Devil himself was gripping all our souls. It was clearly The Devil’s influence over Gofraidh’s body which was at work, taunting us for what we had done. The body hung there all night, for not a soul would get near the foul corpse until All Saints Day. But, while The Devil has been at work within this town tonight, a sight of the Divine did descend upon us when the moon was at its peak. Gofraidh's body was visited by an angel. She may have appeared beaten, covered in strange symbols, and wore ugly rope burns around her neck, but you mark my words that it was Áine herself who appeared at the witching hour. Once more that night, the town was in a state of panic as the poor child’s specter had appeared beneath the body of her deceased father. The simple appearance of the deceased girl surely was enough to shake any of us to the bone, but our souls truly quaked when she began to sing about the strange things that did happen here. It was eerie. She was singing softly, but no matter where in the town a person was, it was as if Áine was standing right next to you, weeping and wailing at the loss of her father because wicked men did wicked things, and Gofraidh had sought justice for her. That gentle child sang her father's dirge, and once more, all of us were taunted. Not by the Devil, no, but by the Host of Heaven for killing a man whose actions were just. With that act, all our souls were lost and destined to Perdition. Damned to feed the Scarlett Demon. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7232" by Corax D, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7232. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7233 | ticonderoga | SYTYCFanon SCP-7233 - The Astroneer For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 7233 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: Ticonderoga Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Matthew Vincent Binary Star.aic SCP-7233-1 landing on Earth, Circa 2006. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7233's anomalous physical properties render containment unfeasible. As of 1942, the O5 council has ordered all attempts to contain SCP-7233 to cease. Binary Star.aic is to use Beholder Probe twelve to keep track of SCP-7233-1's location and extrapolate its next return time to Earth. When SCP-7233-1 lands on Earth, SCP-7233 is to be escorted via MTF to the nearest Foundation facility for debriefing and allowed to return to SCP-7233-1 unimpeded. Any media taken of SCP-7233 by civilian sources is to be destroyed and any witnesses to their presence amnesticized. SCP-7233-1 landing areas in populated areas are to be cleaned up and any debris disposed of. Any landing sites in nature are to be explained as ancient ruins or structures. Description: SCP-7233 is an anomalous humanoid who refers to themselves as "The Astroneer". SCP-7233 wears an orange skin-tight environment suit that lacks the bulky technology of current-era spacesuits. A device is latched around SCP-7233's right wrist that has a screen and several buttons that control various aspects of their suit. The suit's full functions are not understood but are believed to provide life support and protection from hostile environments. Information on SCP-7233's biology is scarce. Despite the anomaly claiming to be a human male underneath it is believed to be over 1000 years old and shows no signs of declining physical activity. SCP-7233 has declined all attempts to remove its suit. Comparisons have been made between SCP-7233 and SCP-1233, noting that they have a similar demeanor and appearance. It is currently unknown if they have ever met, however, SCP-7233 is aware of the stories told by SCP-1233, and thus research into their connection is currently ongoing. SCP-7233-1 appears as a standard hot air balloon. Investigations of the craft find that it contains no anomalous technology. Through currently unknown means, SCP-7233-1 is able to reach relativistic speeds and engage in FTL travel. SCP-7233-1 is capable of engaging in combat utilizing anomalous weaponry capable of disabling any Foundation air assets. Explanations from SCP-7233 as to how it can achieve this do not correspond with the current understanding of paraphysics. SCP-7233's stated goal is that of a traveler and an engineer to travel through the universe, providing their services or for the sake of "adventure." The anomaly has chosen Earth as their "record-keeping" spot, arriving on an infrequent schedule to talk about their travels. Since the anomaly was discovered by the Foundation, attempts by the anomaly to speak with the civilian populace have been minimized. It has become standard procedure as part of the anomaly uncontainable status to ask about any potential interstellar threats. However, the veracity of SCP-7233's stories cannot be easily verified. On SCP-7233-1's arrival, a spatial distortion can be detected above the earth's atmosphere. After which, SCP-7233-1 will begin to land. SCP-7233-1 will begin to descend to the planet's surface. However, it will not exhibit any thermal radiance as is common with objects such as meteorites. It will then land in an open area without any obstructions that SCP-7233 could be caught on. In all cases, monoliths of varying sizes manifest around SCP-7233-1's landing site and do not de-manifest upon departure. These structures are believed to mark safe landing zones for SCP-7233-1's arrivals. Discovery: SCP-7233 is believed to have visited Earth several times before the Foundation was established, through anecdotal accounts of a man in an unidentified flying object visiting a variety of civilizations. Several ancient structures have been determined to be potential landing sites for SCP-7233-1. These include: Stonehenge Nabta Playa Amazon Stonehenge Carahunge Medusae Fossae (Mars) An example of this can be seen in a document written by a member of GoI-7121 circa 900s Japan. + GoI-712 document - Close I am reporting on not a yokai but a strange magickal event nonetheless. A traveler came to our village in a strange magick vessel that I'd never laid eyes on. As it began to land, pillars of stone six shaku2 in height formed in a circle around its landing spot. It is comprised of a basket with a device that produces flame into a large spherical sheet. The traveler is able to speak our language and claims to have come from the stars. They had asked for a place to stay and food, for they had been traveling for a while. I was skeptical that the man could have come from the heavens, although the armor he wore appeared to have strange magickal properties such as apparently removing his need to use the privy. I invited him into my home so that I might learn more on behalf of our organization. As we dined, I asked our traveler if he had been to Takamaghara3 and used the Ame-no-ukihashi4 to descend to the earthly plain but he denied this. He claims that there are more realms out there besides ours, he refers to them as "planets" and "galaxies". I challenged him on this, stating that the one he saw was most likely an extension of the heavens and that the "planets" he'd been to were simply different regions. He seemed to go along with this, stating that he has heard many different ideas of what the nature of the heavens is like. He then went on to describe his journeys before arriving in Hokkaido. Telling of a story in which he had battled a creature whose description matched Yamata no Orochi5 in one of the stars of the Cygnus constellation. He said that he was unable to slay the beast but was able to retrieve one of its tails. He gifted the tail to our family as a sign of friendship and said that it contained extraordinary medicinal properties. I graciously accepted this artifact from him and it started to dawn on me that he may have been telling the truth. Before he would end up leaving, I had asked if it were possible for him to share the magick that allowed him to visit the heavens but he declined. Apparently such magic is not his to give, and he left us with a goodbye. I can only assume this vessel was handed to him by Amaterasu6 so we may not forget what lies out there. Masahiro Taniguchi - Close The first Foundation encounter with SCP-7233 occurred in 1920 in FP-120's7 Living District. Foundation agents from Site-120 had been tracking an extraterrestrial object that had been spotted by Foundation observatories. SCP-7233-1 was found parked outside of a restaurant with stone pillars surrounding it that had destroyed several tables. Inside the establishment, SCP-7233 was arguing with the restauranteur about paying for the potential damages. The agents approached and defused the situation, offering to pay for the damage. The Agents then told SCP-7233 they would need to come with them for questioning. SCP-7233 accepted. SCP-7233 was brought to Site-120 and interviewed by Site Director Raia Michaels. The following is a written transcription of the conversation that occurred. [Director Michaels sits in a chair across from SCP-7233 a table separating the three of them. SCP-7233 has a humanoid shape, most likely 1.8 meters in height. It wears an orange suit with a visor that obscures their face. Michaels clears their throat and begins to speak.] Michaels: I have to admit, I didn't think we'd catch a spaceman in the city of the Fae. That place must be something special. SCP-7233: The city was one of the nicer ones I've been to here. Also, Spaceman? I think you are mistaken, I'm human like you. [Director Michaels cocks an eyebrow at the entity.] Michaels: Well, without removing your suit, I can’t be certain. What brings you to Earth? SCP-7233: Well there is a ship out there with a similar signature to mine and it led me in this direction. I figured I'd stop by and try the local grub. Michaels: You're saying there's another being like you out there? SCP-7233: Maybe. I've never really had a purpose in all my wandering. Whoever this person is might give me some direction in my life. Michaels: I can sympathize with your goal but I can't allow you to leave. We'll be grounding your balloon and taking you into custody. [SCP-7233 laughs.] SCP-7233: I'm sorry constable but I can't let you detain me. I have places to be. Michaels: I can understand that but I have to- [SCP-7233 presses a button on his wrist and disappears from view along with PoI-9008. Director Michaels is shocked by the disappearance and begins to inform the guards to begin a search before SCP-7233 and PoI-9008 reappear.] Michaels: How did you do that? Where did you go? SCP-7233: I was checking to see where you had my ship impounded. I thank you for moving it someplace without obstructions, I always hate when the hull gets snagged. Michaels: Hull? Of your balloon? SCP-7233: It's a spaceship ma'am. It's how I travel through space. [SCP-7233 points to their wrist.] SCP-7233: My suit has a built-in return home function, in the event that either I'm captured by hostile enemy forces or… less than hostile in your case; we can return to the ship and make my getaway. Michaels: Well we could always restrain you, again I don't want to make this into a struggle. SCP-7233: I wouldn't try that either. [SCP-7233 presses another button on the pad on their wrist and proceeds to move their hand down to the table. His hands phase through the table and back out unharmed.] SCP-7233: Phasing, you see? My suit allows me to pass through solid objects. You could try and wrestle me down if you'd like but it would be a moot point. Michaels: You have a few clever anomalous tricks, I'll give you that. But listen, as benign as you might be…. we have a mandate to contain the anomalous. SCP-7233: Anomalous? Is that what they are calling science on this planet these days? Michaels: The anomalous is what we call things outside of the norm. SCP-7233: Sounds very restrictive, although I guess I can relate. I have a personal rule not to interfere in the development of underdeveloped worlds such as yours by leaving behind any technology…. memorabilia notwithstanding. Getting back around to the issue, I won't let you hold me here. I hear the call to adventure and I'd rather not spend my waking days stuck in a cell. [Director Michaels is quiet for a moment and then speaks.] Michaels: I might have an idea, something that I can potentially sell to my superiors. SCP-7233: I'm listening. Michaels: You agree that whenever you stop by Earth, you are not to show or reveal your anomalous properties to anyone and in return, you are to report to the nearest Foundation site and give a debriefing of what you find out in the cosmos. If there is anything that could threaten us, you are to report it. SCP-7233: That works out for me! At least let me regale you with one of my tales, Miss. I didn’t come all this way to not tell one. Michaels: My work doesn’t exactly entail listening to stories but perhaps you could enlighten me as to how you acquired your vessel. [SCP-7233 proceeded to tell a long-winded thirty-minute story that involved pirates, interstellar demons, cake, at least seven planets, and a monkey. Michaels appeared to be listening intently.] Michaels: I see, so once you completed the trials of the Matalonian temple, you got the Exonoria needed to fly the balloon. Exciting stuff. SCP-7233: Exactly, for something this powerful you need something very energy dense. If you liked that, I'll return with more stories for sure. Thank you for the opportunity. [SCP-7233 vanished and Director Michaels ordered all personnel observing to leave.] Following this meeting, Director Michaels sent a bulletin to all Foundation Sites to be on the lookout for SCP-7233 and explained the deal they had struck. Director Michaels put forth a petition to classify SCP-7233 as Ticonderoga but a majority of Foundation sites refused and SCP-7233 was labeled as Keter. Several attempts were made in the following years to capture SCP-7233 but all failed. In all cases, SCP-7233 would disable any attackers non-lethally and ask calmly to speak with a researcher to talk about his life. Addendum 7233.01: Site-17 interview, 13/12/40 On December 13th, 1940, Site-17 detected SCP-7233-1 using newly made radar systems and attempted to down the craft using Anti-Aircraft weapons and planes. Their weapons proved to be ineffective against the balloon with all impacts hitting an invisible force. SCP-7233-1 was able to land near Site-17 where three MTF squads were deployed to apprehend the anomaly. The MTF instead found a Caucasian Male carrying a diving helmet, designated as PoI-9008, and brought him for questioning. [Film reel begins.] [PoI-9008 is seated behind a desk nervous and fidgeting. Researcher Alan Graves of Site-17's astronomy department is giving the interview.] PoI-9008: L-look, I didn't do anything wrong. I just came down here to relay a message, there was no reason to start shooting at me! Graves: You were flying in a craft associated with someone we are trying to apprehend. Where is he? PoI-9008: The Astroneer? He's on Ilumia VI, asking around about a ship we've been tracking. Graves: And you are? PoI-9008: My name is Felix, I'm his personal biographer. He picked me up uhhhh, what year is it now? Graves: 1940. PoI-9008: Sorry all the time dilation makes it hard to remember. It was 1910 when he first picked me up in Tuscaloosa. Graves: We weren't aware he was here in 1910. Could you explain that encounter? PoI-9008: Yeah I was outside my house when he landed nearby. I invited him inside because… why not? Seemed like an alright fella. Then he got to telling me about his amazing space adventures and I didn't believe him at first. Graves: But what made you believe? PoI-9008: He took me for a ride and showed me the rings of Saturn and boy let me tell ya, that was the most beautiful sight I'd seen. He asked me then if I wanted to come with him, keep him company, and write about his adventures. I didn't see much going on for me back home. My parents had died and my writing career was going nowhere, so why not? Graves: Hmm, interesting. So why did he send you out here alone? Does it have to do with the message you mentioned earlier? And what's with the diving helm? PoI-9008: That's the helmet I use to breathe in space. And as for the warning, are you aware of Sauelsuesor? Graves: I am aware of SCP-179. How do you know of it? PoI-9008: Her. Well Astroneer thinks that she's the "hottest" girl in the sector. No pun intended although his attempts at flirting never go anywhere because he's terrible with women… unless they are authority figures which is weird. But that's beside the point. [PoI-9008 scratches his head.] PoI-9008: A-anyway, Sally said that Kalor Maxim had sent one of his technovore swarms in this direction and to let you know. Graves: Kalor Maxim? Technovores? PoI-9008: Oh right, the government's never heard of him. Kalor is the Emperor of the Black Locus Space Empire out in the Pleiades star cluster. It's not a big empire, only a dozen planets but he's been looking to expand. He sends out these drones to test the defenses of neighboring worlds to see if they're ripe for conquest. Graves: Well I'm not with the government, our organization is separate. But… Are you certain? I… need to inform the overseers about this. PoI-9008: I am very certain sir. Graves: Well, perhaps our response was a bit… extreme. After this, I will get that news to the necessary people. If you wouldn't mind, I do have some other questions for you. Regarding the properties of your companion. For example your balloon, how does it work? PoI-9008: I'm not exactly sure myself, I went to college for English not Physics. But from what he's told me, it rides on something called "Aetheric wind" and they take us anywhere from 2 to 100 times the Speed of Light depending on the route. Graves: Aetheric Wind? Hmm, we've never detected such a force before. I had assumed your balloon had some sort of propulsion device. A pretty impressive one if you were able to break the speed of light. PoI-9008: I’m proof of that. I’ve hardly aged since then, it feels like an eternity when you're on the winds but you get to enjoy the swirls and pretty colors, and then… BAM. You’re somewhere else and your watch has hardly moved. Graves: Do you know of the method of this travel? It could help us against this Kalor Maxim. PoI-9008: Sorry, it's against his rules, and even then, I'm not the guy who made the balloon. [Graves shakes his head] Graves: Then perhaps you could relay to him that he could come back to adventure here on Earth? There are places that we have cordoned off from the civilian world. We could provide housing for you both and keep you safe PoI-9008: That would be nice sir, but what kind of places exactly? Graves: We call them Nexuses. They are alternate dimensions leading to new countries and areas of wilderness with undocumented fauna. And you could have a cushy base of operations here at the Foundation we could even offer you a job. PoI-9008: Employment would be a good deal. Me and the big guy are always strapped for cash but… we have things to attend to. That ship we were talking about? We've been searching for decades for it and we wouldn't just give up on it. Graves: Well we could always keep you here Felix. Until your friend makes his decision. PoI-9008: That's not going to work because he is going to be teleporting me out any moment now. I just… [PoI-9008 looks around at the guards who are slowly approaching him] PoI-9008: ….any moment now. [PoI-9008 slowly disappears as the guards place their hands on them.] [End Film] Since 1942, Foundation Personnel has been unable to verify the existence of "Aetheric wind" or SCP-7233-1's specific method of FTL8 Travel. Even with the advent of the Beholder Program in 1963, tracking the supposed routes have been difficult. Following the PoI-9008's warning, Foundation early warning teams were alerted to the threat coming from the Pleiades star cluster. Two years later on 22/09/1942, SCP-179 detected an object hurtling towards Earth that crashed in Auckland, New Zealand. The technological entities held within matched the description given by SCP-7233, confirming that their predictions were accurate. Following this, the O5 Council decreed that SCP-7233 was not to be interfered with and the deal posed by Site-120 was to stand. SCP-7233 was reclassified as Ticonderoga as a result. Addendum 7233.02: Site-38 interview with SCP-7233. 25/4/67 Following Binary Star.aic gaining sentience and its subsequent designation as SCP-5857, Beholder Probe 12 was assigned by the .aic, to track SCP-7233's movements. Binary Star alerted Site-38's astronomy department of SCP-7233's arrival in Covington, Tennessee. SCP-7233-1 had landed in a parking lot and the resulting appearance of circular stone monoliths had impaled several parked vehicles. The female owners of these vehicles had come out of the nearby bar and began to scream at SCP-7233-1 who promptly dropped to their knees and went catatonic as the women beat him with their purses. PoI-9008 was present as well and attempted to pull the women from SCP-7233-1 but was unable to dissuade them. An MTF specializing in disinformation and amnesctization was deployed and any witnesses had been amnesticized and the structures and debris removed. The following interview was given by Marshall Ruthers, lead astronomer of Site-38's astronomy department. [Begin Film] Ruthers: SCP-7233 I’d like to start by apologizing for what happened twenty years ago. Graves attacking you and your companion was uncalled for. [SCP-7233 was silent.] Ruthers: (sighs), Things have changed since then and you won’t come under any harm from us. That is a promise. PoI-9008: That’s good enough for me, glad to see not everyone in your organization is a buncha assholes. Now we would like to apologize for- SCP-7233: It's not my fault! I don't control where the landing beacons come out or their size! I thought I'd parked a decent distance from those vehicles. Ruthers: Relax. It was a mistake. But you need to try to land away from civilian populations. SCP-7233: I understand. Ruthers: The other thing that's concerning is your behavior around those women. I'm glad you didn't try and use your suit on them but… why did you freeze? You could have run. Looking through these previous files, you seemed quite brave. SCP-7233: I am BRAVE. But, um but uh, I…. uh. Say, did you all deal with those technovores I told you about? PoI-9008: Wait. You can’t avoid his question. Women scare the shit out of him, here I'll give you an example. Did you know that he turned down eight princesses? EIGHT. We saved them from slavers and they practically were about to tear each other apart to marry this guy. Turned them all down. SCP-7233: Daria, Dolia, Danica, Danielle, Demetria, Doppia, Dantal, and Dunia were all very nice ladies but… I couldn’t choose. PoI-9008: BRO POLYAMORY IS THE NORM ON THEIR PLANET! Ruthers: Easy, Felix. Let’s get things back on track with the technovore thing. SCP-179 alerted us to their presence when they arrived, although there were a few casualties. Thankfully we were prepared for such an event, thanks to you. SCP-7233: I'm glad to hear it. I see that you've also begun your first forays into space. I was contacted by that Beholder AI of yours. Ruthers: It contacted you directly? We told it to observe only. SCP-7233: Well following something trailing in the Aether can be a hard job, so I told him how to properly keep track of my ship by scanning for the Exonoric discharge that my balloon releases. Ruthers: Exonoria. What exactly is that? You mentioned it in a previous interview. SCP-7233: Ah you see, it is an element discovered and named by yours truly. I'm not sure exactly how you classify your elements here but it has one hundred and fifty electrons if that helps. I use it to power the cells of my ship. Ruthers: 150? We've only been able to synthesize elements with 105 electrons. How do you stop it from decaying in a picosecond? SCP-7233: Very carefully. Ruthers: Right. [Ruthers clears his throat.] Ruthers: But we've talked casually enough, my superiors are, of course, wanting to hear about anything you think we might need to know. Our first attempted moon landing is in the planning stages, so we need to know if there are any anomalous phenomena we should know about. SCP-7233: Hmmm, well I think you should be fine. As long as the Moon Monsters don't rear their ugly heads, although I think they are hibernating this time of year. Ruthers: Did you say, Moon Monsters? SCP-7233: I wouldn't worry about it. You all should be A-Okay for your first Moon landing. Proud of you all, you have all come a long way from thinking that space was something called "heaven." I also wanted to report that we found the ship we were looking for. Turned out to be a zeppelin. Ruthers: In the middle of space? What kind of fabric would allow it to not pop? SCP-7233: Man, you're asking all the wrong questions. Who cares what it was made out of? The really important thing is the pilot. [SCP-7233's voice begins to flutter and he shuffles excitedly in his seat] SCP-7233: That's when she hailed me and I gazed at her for the first time. Her helmet had an exquisite structure, her visor shined like the Betelguese, and her eyebrows! My god. Ruthers: Eyebrows? You said she was wearing a helmet? How- SCP-7233: Stop getting caught up in the minor details! Anyways, this hottie with engineering abilities to be rivaled by the greatest of shipsmiths said to me that she liked my ship and invited me to go with her to explore the ruins of the first planet around Alpha Centauri. Ruthers: Did you say yes or get her contact info? SCP-7233: …No. I was too nervous and… was I supposed to? Ruthers: Jesus man, I thought you were the galaxy's greatest adventurer. SCP-7233: I AM. Women are uncharted territory for me. [SCP-7233's voice cracks and pauses for a moment] SCP-7233: They're more terrifying than that spacetime distortion in the Bootes void. PoI-9008: You ain’t gonna get through to him doc. I’ve told him this for years and I was screaming at him to go talk to her. Ruthers: Listen. I'm no expert in picking up chicks but you just got to talk to them and be yourself. You seem like a great guy and it sounds like she knew you were too. SCP-7233: But what if I freeze up? I could hardly talk to Sally and she's really up there and those women… before. They hated me! They wouldn't even accept my apologies! Ruthers: Well humans can be very hard to reason with, especially when it comes to cars. That doesn't mean your zeppelin girl would be the same. SCP-7233: Regardless, I don't even know where she is now. She could be anywhere. Ruthers: Well that's never stopped you has it? If she's like you there is plenty of time to track her down and see what she's about. [SCP-7233 is silent for a moment.] SCP-7233: You are right, anomaly keeper! And Felix, I’m sorry I dismissed your opinions! I am the Astroneer, not some mopey fool. I'm going to get to my ship and find her… even if it kills me! [SCP-7233 vanishes] [End film] SCP-7233's claim of Moon Monsters proved to be unsubstantiated as the Moon Landing of '69 proceeded as planned without any sign of anomalous activity. However, this claim would be brought back up again when the Foundation encountered SCP-1233 in the 2000s. Addendum 7233.03: Site-19 interview with SCP-7233. 25/4/90 [Begin recording] Saxum: This is Dr. Shaun Saxum, performing an interview with SCP-7233 and PoI-9008. The subject appears to be slightly distressed on arrival and expressed an enthusiasm to perform an interview. SCP-7233 do you mind telling me what is the cause of this excitement? SCP-7233: Well it's been a long time since I've been on Earth and my situation has changed. But I'm assuming you won't allow me to tell it unless I give you some sort of information. So on my way into the Solar System, I witnessed a terrible accident in the Oort Cloud. You might want to get someone out there and check for survivors. Saxum: Oh, jeez. I'll let Binary Star know and we'll investigate. SCP-7233: It's the girl I mentioned in my last interview. I… found her. Saxum: Yes. The girl with the zeppelin. I've read the file. How did your interaction go? SCP-7233: Well the funny thing is that we ended up traveling with each other for a decade or so, Felix had tagged along and then…. PoI-9008: In true Astroneer fashion, he fucked things up royally. SCP-7233: Felix, I’m telling a story. So things started to get really strange. She kept insisting we take our suits off instead of performing customary displays of affection while suited. Helmet pecks and handholding you know. [Dr. Saxum pauses for a moment.] Saxum: What your describing to me is that she wanted to get intimate with you? SCP-7233, you two seem like you're in a loving relationship, what would be the big deal? SCP-7233: The big deal? You aren’t supposed to take off your suit! I wouldn't really know what to do without it, I rely on it for everything. She also shared that sentiment but she told me she was comfortable taking it off for me. The only person she would do it for. Saxum: And you couldn't extend her the same courtesy? SCP-7233: Well, it made me feel uncomfortable okay? It's not as simple as taking clothes off. I can't even look at her face when she takes it off for maintenance, it's not right. PoI-9008: So while he was being, him. I did my usual thing and I talked to her and told them about marriage. That scrappy broad took the idea like glue. She went out to the core of a Gas Giant and risked her life to get this guy the biggest diamond you’ve ever seen. I was ready to document as she got down to one knee and proposed. Saxum: That sound really sweet. What did you say? SCP-7233: I didn't say anything. I ran. I got in my ship and floated my way down here. I know you all are busy and there's probably better places to ask but this is just what came to mind. Did I make the right choice? I know she's probably out there waiting for my answer… it's been ten years maybe she's forgotten. Saxum: Did you love Zeppelin girl? SCP-7233: I do. More than anything and it pains me to have to reject her like that. Saxum: Do you think she loves you the same way? SCP-7233: I think so, she waited years for me to accept her invitation of adventure. And I guess she never stopped trying to hail me after I left. Saxum: You should go to her. From what I understand, you shouldn't keep a woman waiting for long. [There is a minute pause before SCP-7233 speaks] SCP-7233: Yes, I…. this is the adventure I was meant for. The long journey I've been on has been for this. I'll tell her that I want to marry her. Thank you, Doctor. Next time, I'm back I'll be telling you about our honeymoon! [End recording] Addendum 7233.04: Site-43 interview with SCP-7233. 25/4/06 On April 25th, 2006, Beholder Probe twelve received an urgent transmission from SCP-7233 and its course changed drastically toward Earth. He was received by Site-43 and brought in for an interview. Most of Site-43's senior staff was busy with other projects, leaving the interview to be performed by Junior Researcher Leah Richter. [Begin recording] [SCP-7233 is fidgeting intensely and PoI-9008 looks distressed as Researcher Richter is sitting attentively.] Richter: What's wrong? Your transmission said that there was trouble. SCP-7233: It's my love… she's been taken and it's all my fault! Richter:What? Who took her? SCP-7233: It was that damn bastard, Kalor Maxim! I-I went looking for her after I'd spoken to Dr. Saxum but she wasn't where she said she'd be. We looked for years trying to find her but eventually, we got a message from Kalor Maxim. It taunted us and said he'd captured her and made her a part of his harem. Richter: Maxim? Wait. [Richter begins flipping through SCP-7233's file.] Richter: That's the technovore guy from the 40s, why do you think he did it? Is this some type of revenge or… PoI-9008: It’s revenge. The big guy over here couldn’t keep his mouth shut while we were drinking our sorrows away on Minoria IV. Kalor knows he stopped his conquest of Earth. If only I hadn’t been so wasted that day… I could of- Richter: Both of you stop being so down on yourselves.. I mean, sure maybe you shouldn't go talking smack about evil space dictators but you can't beat yourself up! She needs you, both of you You should be out there trying to save her! [SCP-7233 shakes his head.] SCP-7233: I can't do it, Kalor Maxim's powers are way too powerful for my suit to handle. He'll turn me into mincemeat the moment I step foot in that world. Richter: There's nothing I can do to help. I'm just a glorified pencil pusher getting the senior staff coffee! Do you know if he has any weaknesses you could potentially exploit? SCP-7233: Well there is supposedly a substance but… I don't know where I'd get something like this. Richter: If you tell me, we may be able to synthesize it. SCP-7233: Well legend says there is a substance made from the bodies of thousands of dead creatures, broken and down and converted to their most base elements. The power of these beings is then conferred to the confection through their Aether. Then this broth gets hydrolyzed and mixed into a gel. This gelled substance can reflect certain warping abilities back at its user. Richter: …. Are you talking about gelatin? PoI-9008: He is talking about gelatin, yes. Richter: If it’s gelatin he needs, why didn’t you make it for him? You guys haven't stumbled into something with bones? Or hooves? PoI-9008: No one in the universe besides this planet knows how to make it. I don’t even know, my momma just got it in those packets. That’s why I recommended we came here. SCP-7233: I still don’t believe you have such powerful material. Pfff. You say I’M the storyteller. [Richter walks over to the mini fridge and brings a cup of Jello to the table.] Richter: Boom. Gelatin. [SCP-7233 picks up the Jello cup and inspects it.] SCP-7233: Thi-this is it! Just as in the texts that I've read! H-how did you acquire this? Richter: We produce tons of it every year, it’s really cheap. SCP-7233: No Civilization has mastered the art of producing gelatin, it was thought lost a long time ago. This… is what I need. Get me all of the gelatin you can find! Pencil Pusher, you are a genius! Richter: Genius? I got that at the store for 2 dollars buddy. I can see if we can't spare any from the fridges. Follow me. [End recording] SCP-7233 was granted access to 20 kgs of Gelatin authorized by Site Director McInniss. SCP-7233 departed with it in SCP-7233-1, presumably to the Pleiades star cluster. Addendum 7233.05: Site-78 interview with SCP-7233. 2/6/22 After an encounter with PoI-90099, Site-78's newly founded Aeronautics department began to send signals out into the Terzan 2 star cluster10, using newly developed quantum communication technology. Their objective was to reach any of the civilizations located there in order to ascertain the potential location of one of the anomalies comprising the Set of Nine.11 One of these transmissions reached SCP-7233 who responded back through Beholder Probe 12. SCP-7233 stated that he would be coming back to Earth with assistance to pay back Researcher Leah Richter. Richter, now Site Director of Site-78 communicated back through Binary Star.aic, to have him come to Site-78 for a debrief. SCP-7233-1 landed in Chugwater, Wyoming only 48 hours after the transmission was received. MTF Omega-45 arrived to deliver SCP-7233 to the site along with their cargo, which appeared to be the wreckage of a destroyed spacefaring vessel. [Begin Recording] [SCP-7233 and PoI-9008 are standing in the Aeronautics hangar with Site Director Leah Richter and Dr. Matthew Vincent.] SCP-7233: You guys have no idea what I had to do to get here. Terzan 2 is way the hell out in the galactic core. I had jumped through so many wormholes to get here in a reasonable amount of time. Richter: I'm just glad you are alive. You had me worried all those years that Kalor had killed you. PoI-9008: You think Kalor Maxim could take him out? Pshhh, didn't stand a chance. Richter: Well I would like to hear what had happened. I've never heard one of his famous stories. Vincent: I have to admit I'd be curious to hear about this Kalor Maxim fellow. SCP-7233: That I can do. SCP-7233: Alright boys and girls, gather round! This is the Astroneer's tale of his greatest adventure yet! So with all of the Gelatin that I got from the lovely Pencil Pusher, I constructed a new helmet made from this powerful substance. Felix didn't want one, so we smeared him in it and called it a day. Vincent: H-huh? Gelatin? What does that have to do with.. Richter: It's a long story. Let him talk or we'll be here forever. SCP-7233: With my new Gelatin helmet, I hopped in my craft and made my way to the Pleiades star system to get back my beloved. I headed straight for Alcyone, the Black Locus Empire's capital where a mighty fleet stood between her and me. I plowed through them, taking out at least seven capital ships single-handedly. Vincent: Seven? Are you sure about that? PoI-9008: He is not kidding, he was flying that day better than I'd ever seen. SCP-7233: When you're taking out the forces of evil, you tend to lose count! So after battling my way through the blockade, we landed in the royal capital. Kalor's guards were waiting for us, a legion of the emperor's best men in gilded armor. I fought tooth and nail, smashing the vanguard of troops and sprinting my way to the Palace. Vincent: A legion? What… like a hundred? PoI-9008: An imperial legion is a thousand men. Although some of them were killed indirectly… SCP-7233: A thousand kills for the Astroneer! Even through that red haze of my new helmet I was going to enter that throne room and show Kalor the power of my love! I bust through the windows of one of the Palaces and demanded I be shown to the royal seat. I dealt with any resistance on the way, not breaking a single sweat until I entered the domain of the beast. There I saw Kalor sitting on his throne with my beloved. She was chained up by his throne with a dozen other women. Vincent: And did you freeze up? PoI-9008: He did not, I was so proud of him. SCP-7233: I did have to avert my eyes from seeing my love out of the suit, we weren't married yet after all. That is when Kalor asked me, "Just who the hell do you think you are? And I told him "I'm the Astroneer, that is my fiance, and you're about to be deposed." He merely laughed at my one-liner and stood up and drew his weapon. With a snap of his fingers, he tried warping me somewhere else and found that his powers didn't work. "Now we fight on even ground," I said, and we fought an epic battle that lasted for at least two days- Vincent: Two days? Did those slave girls get anything to eat or drink during that? PoI-9008: I brought them popcorn for it but it definitely wasn't forty-eight hours. Maybe… forty-seven. SCP-7233: During that forty-EIGHT grueling hours, He'd summoned all types of horrors and sent them at me. I slew at least five mimics during that fight. PoI-9008: I told you those were regular jars. SCP-7233: That's what the jars wanted you to think but I saw differently. With his reality-warping powers, I knew that any object in that room could come alive and attack me. By the time it was over, I had taken his eye, his arm, and his pride. Kalor lay broken on the ground, a shell of a man. I grabbed a blanket to cover my beloved's body and quickly found a helmet to cover her face. I spirited her from the Palace and into my ship. "Astroneer." She said. "You came back for me." I told her that I did and most importantly, I told her the words that mattered most. "I do." PoI-9008: W-wait wait. That's not how it happened. You locked up the moment you touched her skin. WE dragged you out of the palace and we had to get your heart beating again because someone had a heart attack because a girl touched him. SCP-7233: Lies and slander. I was tired. PoI-9008: She also laughed and said you were a silly man in a silly helmet but she loved you all the same. SCP-7233: Silly? I think you mean sexy. [Richter has tears in their eyes but Dr. Vincent looked skeptical as SCP-7233 and PoI-9009 continued to argue details.] Vincent: I'm not sure… most of that was true. SCP-7233: Nope it's all the truth and I've learned a lesson from it all. [SCP-7233 clears his throat.] SCP-7233: I shouldn't bluster so much. You know a part of my troubles with girls just stemmed from me not being me. I was cranking things up to 102% when I should have been at 100%. Vincent: 102%? I doubt that was that incremental of a jump SCP-7233: There's no need to fret over the minor details. Now for what I've brought you. [SCP-7233 walks over and places a hand on the large pieces of machinery.] SCP-7233: This is the remnants of a destroyed Sarian12 craft. There's not much left of their civilization anymore after they were destroyed by a rival race. I salvaged this from an old battlefield when I'd heard you all were looking for a way to Terzan 2. Vincent: So it's true then? A volume of The Set of Nine is in Terzan 2 somewhere? [SCP-7233 nods.] SCP-7233: It's just a rumor but we found ancient Ortothan writings that speak of a tome that was used to aid the Voruteut against their holy seven. Vincent: Interesting. This makes me wonder if there's any mention of that in our Earthly Ortothan writings. I'm glad to get the heads up, but why give us this ship? Doesn't it go against your prime directive? SCP-7233: No catch. This thing is an older model anyways, so it's not like I'm giving you the latest stuff. Besides, I owe the old Pencil Pusher over there a favor. Without her, I would have never saved the woman I loved and gotten married to boot. Richter: That's Director Pencil Pusher to you. Thank you. And good luck on your honeymoon if you are still on it. Maybe you can tell me about it before I die yeah? PoI-9008: Well I'm hoping to get the book out soon, we'll send you a copy. SCP-7233: And I will try to stop by more often. If I can't you guys should definitely hit us up when you are out in the cosmos. Goodbye, Everyone! Thank you for everything. [End recording] Footnotes 1. Also known as the "Yokai Hunters". The Yokai Hunters were a GoI active between 900-1100 that specialized in neutralizing Japanese anomalies. 2. Japanese unit of measurement, converts to 1.8 meters. 3. The celestial realm or heavens. 4. Bridge between Earth and heaven. 5. Eight-headed dragon of Japanese Folklore. 6. Japanese Goddess of the Sun. 7. Nexus located under Site-120 known as Esterberg. Home of the Fae. 8. Faster than Light. 9. Author of the Set of Nine, a series of anomalous books. 10. Star cluster near the Galactic Core, 28,000 light years from Earth. Believed to be home to numerous alien civilizations with a connection to the Church of the Second Hytoth. 11. A set of potentially ten anomalous books. Site-78's primary directive is the capture and containment of the set 12. See SCP-7091 for more details on the Sarian Collective. Secure Facility Dossier: Site-78 The Set of Nine / |
SCP-7234 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7234 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the anomaly's location underneath a highly secured Foundation site, concealment from the public is redundant. The entrance to SCP-7234 is secured with a sealed airlock. Personnel are forbidden from entering the anomaly for any reason other than maintenance of containment systems. An SCP-7234-2 collection system is installed at the lowest point of the cave system. SCP-7234-2 must be disposed of through standard anomalous fluid handling procedures. Containment Breach Protocols: During a prolonged breach event at Site-91, the disposal system may become non-functional or disposal may not be an option. SCP-7234-2 is flammable and can be disposed of through incineration. However, the fumes produced are a suffocation risk and thus should be properly ventilated out of enclosed spaces. Under no circumstances should SCP-7234-2 be consumed by humans in any form. Description: SCP-7234 exists within a cave system underneath Site-91. At some point when navigating the cave system, subjects will enter another space designated E-7234. E-7234 acts as the source of a non-Newtonian viscous orange fluid similar to deep-frying grease, hereafter designated as SCP-7234-2. SCP-7234-2 exerts contradictory properties in regards to its viscosity. While it is able to run with the approximate viscosity of water, it captures organisms and objects like a more viscous substance. During lab testing, SCP-7234-2 has indicated a pH level of 1 and has been able to partially dissolve rock. SCP-7234-2 is also flammable, and is able to evaporate into a gaseous form. Gaseous SCP-7234-2 is colored dark yellow and appears to make up most of the cloud cover within E-7234. SCP-7234-2 travels through SCP-7234 into the main reality, pooling up into the cave system that the anomaly exists inside. The rate of SCP-7234-2 emission has noticeably increased in the time that the Foundation has been aware of the anomaly. Consult Document 7234-SILVER for statistical data and potential worst-case containment projections. History: SCP-7234 was discovered by Foundation DST investigation staff in 2002. After a CK-Class "Reality Restructuring" event associated with SCP-████, a team organized by the Department of Systemic Transformation (DST) was tasked with investigating all Foundation sites. During the process, a team of DST personnel noted that Stairwell-3 extended 90 meters below any other stairwells at Site-91. This stairwell extension was not present on any Site-91 blueprints and appeared to serve no purpose. DST personnel discovered that the stairwell intersected with a cave system underneath Site-91. Entering this cave system led to an encounter with SCP-7234-2 and SCP-7234. Standard interdimensional anomaly containment protocols were established shortly thereafter, and the small amount of grease that had pooled within the cave system was effectively destroyed. Addendum: SCP-████ has not yet admitted to having any knowledge of SCP-7234. Either SCP-████ erased its own memory of SCP-7234 during the CK-Class event, or SCP-7234 existed prior to SCP-████'s involvement. Document 7234-MALDE Foreword: Between June and August of 2002, the Interdimensional Anomaly Exploration Group (IEG) conducted many incursions into E-7234. The following serves to provide a timeline of these incursions and their consequences. This document was composed as a joint effort between the IEG and the Department of Systemic Transformation (DST). Early Incursions: Under the direction of Dr. Donner, the IEG first deployed a series of autonomous robotic vehicles into E-7234. However, most of these attempts failed. Both liquid and gaseous SCP-7234-2 interfered with the circuity of the drones, preventing them from accurately exploring the anomaly. Even when drones were reinforced to prevent interference from SCP-7234-2, they could not withstand the high temperatures and frequent seismic activity within E-7234. After the failure of unmanned exploration, the IEG allocated a four-man exploration party for E-7234, under the condition that Dr. Donner would be replaced by Agent Saunders, a more senior employee. Incursion 7234-1: The exploration party was made up of one senior agent (Agent Jean Kessup, codename Ion-1), two agents (Agents Matt Martins and Ed Muller, codenames Ion-2 and Ion-3), and a technician (Trevor Johnsen, codename Ion-4). They were equipped with several stationary radio and UDP transmitters, which would be planted throughout E-7234 in order to facilitate communication with the base command at Site-91. Due to the hazardous environment, the party was equipped with heat suppression suits and hazardous chemical filtration apparati. In addition, the party was given standard gear for a long-term incursion, including two weeks worth of food and water as well as basic shelter. The primary goal was to determine the source of SCP-7234-2 and the extent of any preexisting life within E-7234. The party was instructed to communicate with base command once every 24 hours. The following is a record of incoming communications received by Site-91. <Begin Log> Ion-1: Radio test. We have contact with base command. The LED on the transmitter's green. Ion-4: That means it's ready to take a picture. Press the button next to the LED. Ion-1: There. Did it work? <Image: The inside of the cavern system directly outside of the airlock. SCP-7234-2 can be seen running along the bottom of the cave through the grated floor into the collection system.> Ion-4: It sent the picture properly. We're golden. Ion-1: We're clear to go. Everyone should have a map of the cave system. It's annotated with routes to the surface. We're taking the red one. Ion-2: I'm looking at it. Over. Ion-1: The Foundation protocol's been updated. You don't have to say "over". Ion-2: Yes, ma'am. Ion-3: Quick question. Ion-1: What is it, Ed? Ion-3: I, erm, can't get my air filtration system to work. Ion-2: You flip the red switch on your chestplate's front panel. Ion-3: Oh, right, ha. My mistake. Ion-1: If you want someone to replace you on this mission, you can. Ion-3: I don't. Ion-1: Alright. We'll make another report in 24 hours. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: Checking in. If the sonar maps are right, we're about halfway to the surface. Ion-3: It's hot in here. I can see why we couldn't send drones. I thought these suits were supposed to be heat resistant. Ion-2: They can only do so much, Ed. Ion-3: God, I feel like a toasted marshmallow. Why's it like this down here? Ion-2: You should roll around in the grease. It'll cool you down. Ion-3: No thanks, I'm fine. Ion-1: There's something that Trevor noticed earlier. Ion-4: You're too kind. I just compared the maps. Ion-1: Come on Trevor, take some credit. Ion-2: Huh? What'd he find? Ion-1: Anyhow, we brought some photos of the cave systems around Site-91. We wanted to compare and see if there are any differences. Ion-2: That's news to me. Ion-1: There's a few differences, but… well, it's kind of uncanny. We've seen the exact same stalagmite formations in here. Ion-2: You're comparing— wait a minute, are you from the Department? Ion-1: Yes, Trevor and I were assigned by the DST. Ion-3: I thought you were with Interdimensional, why didn't you tell us? Ion-4: You didn't ask. Ion-3: I mean, it's not a big deal, or anything. Just… Ion-1: Agent Saunders just wanted agents with expertise in systemic transformation. We have the same goals. Ion-2: Alright. Ion-3: Do you ever get the feeling that we're in something's stomach? Ion-1: What do you mean, Ed? Ion-3: I mean, it's just… I don't know. It's like we're going down an esophagus, and we're being digested. Ion-2: What the hell are you talking about, Ed? Ion-1: You have a point, actually. Ion-2: What? Ion-1: The cave system so far has been devoid of large chambers. It's just winding passageways. I can see why a stomach would come to mind; the grease acts like stomach acid. Ion-2: You're humoring him? Ion-3: Maybe I'm just hungry. Ion-1: It's quite strange, now that I think of it. These caves make more sense with the acidic grease running through them, but the caves on our end don't have any grease. They're devoid of any liquid. Ion-4: That's kinda weird. It's like the caves came first, and then the grease was taken out later. Ion-1: Interesting. I'll have to look into that. Ion-2: I'm tired. This overhang should make a good place to set up camp. <Pause.> Ion-1: We're going to rest here. We'll make another report in 24 hours. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-2: Holy crap. Ion-1: We've reached the surface. I'm sending over a picture. Ion-3: I know I said we were in a stomach, but I can't believe my eyes. <Image: The view of the area directly outside the cave system. It is similar to the valley that Site-91 was built inside. However, parts of the mountains have been corroded by SCP-7234-2 and Site-91 does not exist.> Ion-2: The sky's completely overcast. I can see the grease evaporating up there. Is that what's happening to the mountains? Is that what the clouds are made of? Ion-1: The grease is coming down from above the clouds. Not raining, it's just like the mountains are oozing with it. Ion-2: There's a bunch of… watch towers? I don't know what I'd call those. Ion-1: There's a complex in the middle of the valley. It's a lot smaller than Site-91. On top of it's a tower that extends all the way up past the clouds. <Ion-3 coughs.> Ion-3: I'm getting cooked alive. It's even worse up here. Ion-2: Stop being dramatic, it's not that bad. Ion-3: My air recycler must not be working. The air's… it's sticking to my face. I'm being digested. Ion-1: Yes. The air's sticky. It's like a thick, viscous liquid. Ion-3: It's like I'm breathing syrup. Hot, greasy syrup. Ion-2: Stop complaining. It's not that bad. Ion-3: I'll get used to it. Ion-2: Are you— Ion-3: I said I'll get used to it! Ion-1: I'm looking at the compound through binoculars. It's covered in this diamond symbol. I don't recognize it. Ion-2: Let me see. <Pause.> Ion-2: Damn it, it's already fogged up. I can't see anything. Ion-3: Why? Ion-1: What do you mean? Ion-3: Why is it like this? Where's the grease coming from? Ion-2: You said it yourself. It's like a stomach. Ion-3: A stomach for what? What's eating us? Why is it here? Ion-4: Something up there, it looks like. Maybe we can go up that tower? Ion-3: I don't know, I was thinking that we should turn back. There are more questions than answers. We should wait for the researchers to figure out what's going on. Ion-1: The complex can't be more than a few days' walk away. We should go to it while we're here. Ion-3: Really? None of us are cleared for urban exploration. Ion-1: I can clear us for urban exploration, I have the authority. <Pause.> Ion-3: Might as well, so we only have to come here once. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We're setting up camp for today. The sky's turned over to… erm… Ion-2: It's a darker color now. Ion-1: I'd say so. We've decided to sleep for tonight. We actually found a spot underneath a plateau, overlooking the valley. Ion-3: The view's kind of beautiful. Y'know, the starlight dazzling off of the grease. Ion-2: You need your eyes checked, Ed? Ion-3: Hey, what are you, an art critic? Ion-2: I'm not. Ion-3: I'll take what I can get to distract myself. God, I'm miserable. It's like a sauna, except instead of steam, it's evaporated grease. I can't stand it. Ion-1: We inspected one of the watch towers. We're not sure why they're there. We haven't found any plants or animals yet, even dead ones. Ion-2: Maybe there were animals, at one point. Before everything disappeared. Ion-3: But why did everything disappear? We haven't even seen as much as a skeleton yet. It's unsettling me. <Coughs.> Ion-2: Maybe they got digested? Ion-3: Bones and all? I'm not liking the "stomach" theory as much anymore. Ion-2: Hey, maybe they just all flew to the moon? Wouldn't be the first time. Ion-1: It isn't helpful to speculate about things like that. Ion-2: At least I'm trying to make sense of everything here. Isn't that your job, Dimensional? Ion-1: Hey, hey. Here, let me send over a picture of the tower. <Image: A watch tower, embedded into the side of the canyon. The stem is made of a chrome material, while the top is square and made of a brown steel material. Each side has a window, one of which is broken. A stream of grease drizzles across the top of the tower and down the side to the ground.> Ion-1: We couldn't find anything of note in the watchtower. It's strange, they're all over the canyon. Definitely not Foundation design. Ion-3: You think we could sleep in one? Ion-2: What? Ion-3: It provides cover from the… the elements. Ion-4: You should talk about the earthquake. Ion-1: Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. A little bit of seismic activity hit us earlier today. Not much, but it was enough to trip us up. Ion-4: We think it's what disrupted the probes. We've had a few so far, but this one was the first major one. Ion-1: We'll make our way down to the canyon tomorrow. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We've had an injury. We were rappelling down the canyon and— Ion-4: Wasn't my fault, I swear. Another earthquake. Ion-3: Tell that to my rolled ankle! Ion-2: It's not that bad, Ed. You can still walk. Ion-3: Hurts like hell. Being covered head to toe in grease like a McNugget doesn't help. My skin's been rubbed raw. Ion-2: I didn't join this task force to babysit. Ion-1: I'm sorry, do you want to get court marshalled when we get back? Ion-2: No, I don't. We're not even from the same department. You don't have authority over me. Ion-1: On this mission, I do. <Radio silence.> Ion-2: Fine. Let's at least make it to the complex so that we're not sitting ducks out in the middle of the canyon. Ion-3: I have a new theory. Ion-1: What is it? Ion-3: This isn't a stomach, but it's trying to become one. Ion-2: What are you trying to say? Ion-3: Sorry, that's a bad way of putting it. It's just… there used to be people here… or aliens. I don't know. Look at the watchtowers. They're all over the place. They're not Foundation design. They're not even human design. Ion-4: I agree. It looks just like Sarian architecture. Ion-2: Really? I've never been to Syria, but I don't think it looks like this. Ion-4: I— oh. Ion-3: What it's supposed to do is break us down into a liquid form, but it can't do that yet. So it's trying to disarm us with the earthquakes. We need to get out before it can do that. Ion-2: That's a stretch. Ion-1: I agree. I can see the grease, but the earthquakes? I don't think so. Ion-3: Alright, fine. <Grunts.> What do you think, then? Ion-1: I don't have enough evidence to draw a conclusion. Ion-4: Maybe it was some kind of weapon of mass destruction? Look around; the watchtowers, the bunker. You couldn't tell me that this isn't a military base. Ion-2: So, what, they dropped a bomb on it and it got covered in grease? Are you telling me they contracted out Ronald McDonald to build the Manhattan Project? Ion-4: Not a bomb, maybe just… I don't know. Ion-1: I think we should just get to the complex and see what we can find. Ion-2: I agree. We're not going to find anything out here. Ion-3: What do you think, Matt? Ion-2: What? Oh, my theory. Ion-3: Yeah, what's your idea? Ion-2: The Foundation did it. Ion-3: What? You think we did this? Ion-2: Not us, this universe's version of the Foundation. Maybe they were testing some kind of anomaly, and it went wrong. Ion-1: Do you have that little faith in us? Ion-4: That would make sense. I mean, everything here could've been built by some kind of alternate-universe Foundation. Ion-3: My leg's hurting. Can we take a break? Ion-1: Sure. We'll take a break here. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We've finally arrived at the compound. It's built just like the watchtowers we saw. <Image: The complex seen during the initial incursion. The first and third levels are built from the same chrome material as the watch towers, while the second floor is built from the brown material. There are several small diamond-shaped windows built into the walls. A tower extends from the top of the complex past the cloud cover.> <Image: The inside of the first room of the complex. The room is relatively empty. A dysfunctional lighting system is installed into the horizontal edges of the room. An emblem consisting of four triangles embedded into a pentagon is engraved into the room's floor. Grease has began to pool into the logo's center.> Ion-3: It's carved right into the cliff. Wouldn't that be a bad idea, with all of the earthquakes? Ion-4: Maybe they built it before the earthquakes started happening? Ion-3: That makes sense. Honestly, it looked smaller from far away, but now that we're here. Ion-1: We're going forward in two by two formation. I'll send updates as we find them. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We've finished mapping out the first floor on the basement. Ion-4: There's nothing here. It's like someone took everything that wasn't nailed down. Ion-2: I don't know, maybe there's just something we don't see. It's dark as hell down here. Ion-3: Hey, I won't complain. It doesn't feel like I'm in an oven down here. Ion-1: Let's go to the second floor. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: There's a computer station up on the second floor. <Image: The inside of a dark brown room. Six tall metal machines dominate the center of the room. A large screen is embedded into the west wall. Rubber wiring is scattered across the room's floor. In the southeast corner of the room, a device is built into the wall. It consists of two cylindrical crystalline disks attached by a pillar made of black metal material.> Ion-4: These computers are interesting, to say the least. The technology looks like it came from 50 years in the past and 50 years in the future at the same time. Ion-2: Why are all these computers here? What do they have to do with all of this? Ion-3: What's that thing in the corner? It's like something out of Star Trek. Ion-1: There's a display in one of these computers, and… I think that's a power button? Ion-2: Are you going to press it? Ion-1: What do you think? Let's take a vote. Ion-4: I don't think we should. Let's wait for the cavalry to come in. Ion-2: Go for it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Ion-3: Sure, let's do it. We didn't come all this way for nothing. Ion-1: Alright. I'm pushing it. <The sound of Ion-1 pushing the button, followed by the sound of the computers whirring to life.> Ion-4: They still have power? That's surprising. <Suddenly, the computers stop.> Ion-1: Why'd they stop? Ion-3: Something popped up on that screen over there. Ion-4: It's English. Ion-2: Hold on. <Reading…> "Starlight power drained. Please re-connect." Ion-1: "Starlight power?" I don't understand. <Sudden rumbling of a massive earthquake. The sound of metal bending and floor collapsing can be heard over the earthquake. Ion-2 screams.> Ion-1: That came from downstairs! Ion-3: Wait, is someone here? Ion-1: Form up. Guns out. <Footsteps of the team descending two staircases, then traversing the basement.> Ion-1: It's strange. The floor's ruptured open down here. There's an aquifer down here. Ion-3: "Aqua-fer?" It's made out of running grease. <Image: Flashlight showing part of the floor ruptured open in the basement. The flashlight illuminates a channel underneath the floor, filled with running grease.> Ion-4: I don't think I've ever seen grease run that fast. Ion-1: We've crossed the line now. We need to get back to base. <Another earthquake occurs. Parts of the floor fall away, making the sound of tearing metal. The team begins to panic.> Ion-2: Run! Ion-1: Johnsen! Ion-4: I'm stuck! The floor's fallen away! Ion-3: Jump, Johnsen! I've got you! <The sound of Johnsen jumping, followed by a thick, rumbling sound as Johnsen falls into the grease river. He screams.> Ion-1: No, Trevor! Ion-4: I'm stuck, I— <Ion-4's further words are ruined beyond recognition as he submerges helplessly in the grease. He continues to fight, but to no avail. His screams are muffled.> Ion-1: Ed, don't try to save him! Ion-3: I have to! I— <Ion-4 falls silent as his communications are cut off. He is carried away by the grease river.> Ion-1: Agent Edward Muller, I order you to turn around and get out of here, now! Ion-3: He's— <The ceiling collapses above them. Ion-3 screams in pain. The sound of further seismic activity is captured by the microphones before the transmission is lost.> <End Log> Communications with the team within E-7234 were suddenly cut during the incident described above. Personnel at Site-91 investigated SCP-7234, and found that a severe cave-in had occurred in the cave system. Many of the transmitters that were used for communication were badly damaged. Analysis of the cave via sonar found that the cave-in effectively eliminated any route between the surface and Site-91, and that substantial tunneling efforts would be required to reestablish a route. In an attempt to reestablish contact with the team, Site-91 erected an experimental high-frequency antenna within SCP-7234. Contact was reestablished after fifteen hours without contact, and communication resumed. <Begin Log> Ion-1: Holy shit. I've never been so glad to hear another person's voice. Ion-2: I'm losing my fucking marbles over here. Ion-1: Trevor Johnsen is dead. The floor collapsed below us while we were inside the complex, and he fell into a underground river of grease. He was immobilized before he was carried away. Ion-2: I don't want to think about it. His face was haunting. It just contorted. Ion-1: Thankfully, the grease was contained to the basement. Ion-3: My skin is peeling off! Help me! Ion-1: Your suit will flush itself in a few seconds. <Vacuum sound. Ion-3 screams in pain.> Ion-1: Ed's suit was compromised, and some grease slipped in. We're making our way back to the cave entrance. Even with the cave-in, it's our best chance of making it out alive. High ground it better to be on here. Ion-3: The grease was boiling hot. My body must be covered in burns. I feel like I've been toasted… <Ion-3 begins to sob.> Ion-3: He jumped, and I was supposed to grab him! He slipped right out of my hand! <Ion-3 coughs.> If my ankle hadn't been rolled— Ion-1: Ed. Ion-3: I could've grabbed him, and he would be alive! He had a family… he was a technician, he's not supposed to die like this! Ion-1: Pull yourself together, Ed. Right. Now. Ion-3: It's my fault! He… he could've— Ion-2: Stop. <Pause.> Ion-1: I'm sorry, Ed. I know you're hurting, but you can't blame yourself. It's not your fault. Ion-2: As far as I'm concerned, we're dead men. I'm not spending any more time listening to him whine. Either he picks up his weight, or I deal with him myself. Ion-1: We're going to the cave entrance. End of story. You're both Foundation agents, pull yourselves together and act like it. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We're about halfway there now. We're going to rest in the forest. Ion-2: We could easily make it the rest of the way there in no time. Ion-1: Matt, we're low on water. The last thing we need is to exert ourselves. <Radio silence.> <Popping noise.> Ion-2: What was that? Ion-3: Sorry, the grease gave me acne. I can't help but pop it. Ion-2: Why is it so loud? Ion-3: These zits are the size of golf balls. Whatever I do… <Pause.> Ion-1: It looks like the grease streams off in the distance are going faster now. It might be an optical illusion— Ion-2: It's an optical illusion. They've been at that speed the entire time. <Radio silence.> Ion-1: We received Donner's message about the acid drill. Ion-2: Acid drill? Ion-1: They have a tunneling device at Site-91. It should only take them a week to dig a tunnel to the surface. Ion-2: Why does Site-91 have an acid drill? Isn't it a Safe-class site? Ion-1: Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. <Seismic activity occurs. Ion-2 says "woah" as the earthquake causes him to fall over.> Ion-1: We're fine, we're fine. <Another popping sound.> Ion-2: Was that you again, Ed? Ion-3: Yeah. It feels good. Ion-1: Johnsen had the water recycler. That means what we have now is all we will have. If we ration and avoid exerting ourselves, we should be able to last at least a couple of weeks. Ion-2: Same for me. Ion-3: I'll conserve my energy. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: We've arrived at the cave entrance. It's high ground, so we shouldn't have to worry about the grease. <Popping sound. Ion-3 moans.> Ion-2: What the fuck was that. Ion-3: Popping the pimple feels so good. Ion-2: Can you stop it? It's creeping me out. Ion-3: With these burns, my skin tears open every time I move. It's the only release I have. I can't help it. Ion-2: I've been through worse. Shouldn't we be hearing the drill by now? Ion-1: They ran into some difficulties, but they're on their way. Ion-3: Do you know the reason why I'm here? Ion-2: I don't know and I don't care. Ion-3: My brother, Hank, was the agent who found SCP-7234. That gave him some suction with the IEG. He used that suction to get me here. <Radio silence.> Ion-3: God, he must feel like a piece of shit right now. Ion-1: I'm sorry, Ed. We'll be out of here soon. <End Log> <Begin Log> <Multiple pops in quick succession. Ion-3 moans from pleasure.> Ion-2: Stop it, Ed. Ion-3: Stop telling me what to do. Ion-1: Please respond with progress updates. Temperature has increased noticeably. Ion-2: Can they go any slower? Ion-1: Running a tunneling machine in a hostile environment is a dangerous process. Ion-2: "Hostile environment?" The closest thing to a hostile here is an inanimate fluid. Ion-1: They're coming to save us, Matt. Ion-2: You think? I know Interdimensional, they actually come back to save their guys. If they were still running point, they would've rigged up a… a teleporter, or some shit, and we'd already be out and eating our "welcome back" cake. <Ion-3 begins to cry.> Ion-3: I'm a monster. Ion-1: Stop, you two. Ion-2: Should've left him in the basement where he belongs. Ion-1: You awful— <End Log> At this point, the acid tunneler that was being used to rescue the team was decommissioned, as the grease began to interfere with the tunneler's mechanisms. Explosives could not be used to clear the blockage without risking substantial damage to Site-91. O5-13 declared the mission a failure1, and ordered that equipment allocated to the incursion be dismantled and reallocated to other projects. As a result, the transmitter that was used to communicate with the team was dismantled, leading to a loss of communication with the team. However, before the transmitter could be disabled, further communications were received and recorded. In addition, errant radio communications were received by Site-91's standard antenna for some time after. <Begin Log> Ion-1: Please respond with updates. Ion-3: Are you sure they're coming? Ion-1: Yes, they are. The Foundation takes every measure it can to ensure personnel survival. Ion-2: Of course, Jean, read off lines. Don't listen to what your eyes and ears are telling you. Ion-1: What? Ion-2: Be quiet for a second, and tell me what you hear. <Radio silence, followed by a pimple popping.> Ion-2: Can you stop it for one second, Ed? Just one? <Radio silence.> Ion-2: Did you hear that? Silence. Nothing. Why can't we hear the tunneler? Ion-1: The cave's giant and, may I remind you, filled with rocks. Of course we can't hear it. Ion-2: Let's go back to the complex. Ion-1: Are you crazy? Ion-3: No way in the world. Ion-2: It's the only place here with anything in it. Remember the computers we found? I'm sure there's something useful in there. Ion-1: No way, it's far too dangerous. Ion-2: And? If we stay out here twiddling our thumbs, we're guaranteed to die. Ion-1: The site's coming to rescue us. If we go to the complex— Ion-3: I can't take it anymore! <Ion-3 screams in pain as he takes off his suit.> Ion-1: What are you thinking, Ed? The heat suit— Ion-3: A hole burnt into it when the grease got in here. Now it's rubbing against my skin, and it's burning me alive! Ion-2: It's— holy shit, Ed. You look like a fucking lobster. Ion-3: This place is hell. I'm being cooked alive, my skin's been torn in two, I'm covered head to toe in these, fucking, zits! <Popping sounds while Ion-3 screams in anger.> <Communications cut out at this point.> <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: —questing an immediate report. Two of our heat suits are compromised. Send Zen-13 as soon as possible; we need immediate medical attention. Ion-3: I can't… Ion-1: I repeat, we're requesting an immediate report for the status of our rescue operation. Ion-2: You know what? I'm going back to the complex. Ion-1: You aren't. That's an order. Ion-2: I don't care. You're unfit to lead. Ion-1: Stay here, Matt. Going to the complex is certain death. Ion-2: You know what they taught us at Interdimensional? They taught me to innovate, to actually do something. <Radio silence, followed by the sound of Ion-1 taking out her gun.> Ion-1: Don't move a muscle. Ion-2: Do it. Shoot me. Blow my brains out. <Radio silence.> Ion-2: You don't have it in you. Ion-1: The Foundation— Ion-2: The Foundation what, Jean? The Foundation's full of bureaucrats like the Department who don't care about people. They don't care about us. They don't care about anything but their own little dipshit projects. Ion-1: Turn around and come back here. Now. <Radio silence. Ion-2 disconnects his communications system.> Ion-1: Come back here, right now! <Radio silence. Ion-3 moans from pleasure.> Ion-1: Ed, can you… Ion-3: I can't help it. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-3: We're going to die here. <Continuous popping noises.> Ion-1: No, we aren't. Ion-3: The grease is drying up my skin. I can feel my body evaporating. Ion-1: Pull yourself together. Ion-3: It smells like a corpse up here. I can't think. My tongue's started to shrivel up. Ion-1: Shut your mouth, Ed, and pull yourself together. <Radio silence.> Ion-3: But— Ion-1: Do you think I'm not scared shitless right now? We've heard nothing from Site-91, I've given all my water to you for the past day, and I'm still not sure what's going on. I have a family. You think they're not pronouncing me dead already? I'm trying not to think about it. <Radio silence.> Ion-1: You want to know why I'm not worried? Want to know why I keep my chin up? <Radio silence.> Ion-1: Because the Foundation's coming. They're bringing in the cavalry, and they're coming to save us right now. Ion-3: But what if they're not? Ion-1: They're coming, okay? Ion-3: But— Ion-1: They're. Coming. Ion-3: We're both going to die here. Ion-1: No, we're— Ion-3: Up there. <Radio silence for six seconds.> Ion-1: Holy shit. <Image: The mountainside directly behind the cavern entrance. A thick layer of grease has descended from above the cloud cover, and is now coating the mountains. The avalanche of grease is rapidly approaching Ion-1 and Ion-3.> <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: —down there. Ion-3: But you said— Ion-1: I know what I said. We have to get in the canyon, now. Ion-3: We have to rappel. Ion-1: We've survived too long to die now. Get the rope— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-3: The canyon's starting to flood. Ion-1: We have to go up the tower. It's our only chance. <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: —up there. Ion-3: He's here? Ion-1: Matt, is that you? <Radio silence.> Ion-1: We have to make contact with him. I think he knows what's— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: "—light power?" That sounds a lot like— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-3 —was kind of right about it being a weapon and a stomach. Ion-2: You weren't right about jack shit. Ion-1: Matt? What are you doing here? <Whirring sound, punctuated by the sound of pimples popping.> Ion-2: I'm about to end this once and for all. We're— <End Log> <Begin Log> <The whirring of the machines can be heard in the background.> Ion-1: —can't do that! Ion-2: I can and I will. Ion-1: If you take the teleporter, you know that the grease flow will only get worse. Ion-2: I don't care about this rotting husk of a world. I'm leaving. Ion-1: Get back! Ion-2: Goodbye forever. <The sound of electricity, followed by the sound of Ion-2 screaming, before being abruptly cut off.> Ion-3: Is he dead? Ion-1: I don't know. Wherever it took him, though… Ion-3: Is it a better than here? Ion-1: I don't know. I don't kn— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: The grease is up to the second floor now. Have you gotten the lock open? <Pimple popping.> Ion-1: Are you seriously popping your zits right now? Ion-3: I have to! It's the only way to get rid— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-3: —can't go up! Ion-1: God help me, Ed, move your legs right now! Ion-3: We're dead. I'm dead already. I'm already half-digested. Ion-1: No, we aren't. We can still make it up the tower. Ion-3: Like this? You know I— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-3: Shoot me, Jean. Ion-1: What? Ion-3: I don't want to drown in here. Ion-1: Ed, we can make it. Summon your strength. You can crawl out. You're not stuck! Ion-3: Look at me. I'm stuck like this. The grease's trapped me. Please, Jean. I don't want to go out like Trevor did. Ion-1: I'm sorry, Ed. I'm sorry. Ion-3: I'm sorry, Jean. You have to. <The sound of Ion-1 taking out her firearm.> Ion-1: Close your eyes. Ion-3: I'm ready. End it, please. I can't take it anymore. <Radio silence, followed by a gunshot. Ion-1 begins to cry.> <End Log> <Begin Log> <Ion-1 grunting with some effort.> <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: <Whispering.> —need to make it up, need to make it— <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: <Whispering.> —can't all be for nothing. I have to see what— <End Log> <Begin Log> <Image: The inside of a steel cylinder, most likely the tower of the complex seen before. Ion-1's hands can be seen climbing a metal ladder. Streams of grease flow from the top of the cylinder to below.> <End Log> <Begin Log> <Ion-1 screaming.> <End Log> <Begin Log> Ion-1: <Whispering.> Almost there. Come on, you can… <Ion-1 breaks down into tears.> <End Log> <Begin Log> <Ion-1 is hyperventilating. She is crying. She walks across a metal floor. The echo of the sound indicates that she is in a very large room.> Ion-1: Is— is that it? Can it— <Ion-1 stops to sob. She kneels down.> Ion-1: What, why? Did you cause all of this? Did you? <Image: A view looking upwards. Ion-1 is above the cloud cover; there is a blue sky with cumulus clouds in the distance. A giant (>300 miles) balding obese man wearing a gray T-shirt is eating a hamburger. He takes a bite. Massive drops of grease fly out of the burger and dribble down his mouth and shirt. The grease pools on the mountain tops and begins to stream down to below the cloud cover.> Ion-1: They died… we died… Matt, Johnsen… Ed… <Ion-1 sobs.> Ion-1: They died because of a… <Ion-1 sobs uncontrollably.> Ion-1: Why‽ Why did it— <End Log> No further communications were received from within E-7234. Over the next week, SCP-7234-2 output reached up to five times its normal level before returning to only two times the previous baseline. Further incursions into SCP-7234 are forbidden. Footnotes 1. The following is an address given by O5-13 during a meeting of the IEG Working Group: Good afternoon, gentlemen. Before we begin, I'd like to emphasize that the council's stance is to rescue personnel at all costs. Our personnel are our most valuable resource; recruiting and training are salient costs that must be paid, and we simply cannot afford paying these costs repeatedly. It is my understanding that the IEG is engaged in an incursion into the anomaly known as SCP-7234. It is also my understanding that, despite knowing that SCP-7234 was hostile to even our finest robotic drones, the IEG elected to send a team of humans into the anomaly. Now, this team is trapped within the anomaly due to a lack of foresight, and our attempts at retrieving them have unilaterally failed. First, I'd like to assert that I've personally disciplined those responsible for these decisions. I can assure you that neither Agent Saunders nor Dr. Donner will set foot anywhere near the IEG ever again. Second, the mission into SCP-7234 is officially a failure. We did not acquire any of the information we desired, and we lost four innocent lives in the process. This is not an O5 order, by the way; that would leave a rather nasty black mark on the records of everyone here. Consider it more of a "very strong recommendation." The SCP-7234 project is consuming a surprising amount of resources right now. For what end? There are plenty of other projects that need those resources, and are guaranteed to yield better results. Move those resources around immediately. I'm aware that this means dismantling equipment that is currently being used to communicate with the surviving members of the incursion team. Since we can't support them now, in any way, shape or form, the most ethical course of action is to stop providing the illusion of support cut communications. They're on their own now. Godspeed. Any further questions can be directed to my office. F is for "Fallout" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Ȝ is for "Ȝesundheit" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7234" by notgull, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7234. 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-7235 | keter | Item #: SCP-7235 Special Containment Procedures: All contained SCP-7235-1 instances should be kept within standard humanoid containment cells, with in-built low-Hume-level Scranton Reality Anchors. Security personnel are to be provided with local reality anchors when in direct contact with SCP-7235-1 instances. As part of Project Horsepower, uncontained SCP-7235-1 instances are to be monitored via the use of Foundation web-crawlers and civilian reports of anomalous activity. Containment of SCP-7235-1 should be performed by MTF operatives, specialised in anti-ontological combat. Description: SCP-7235 is a phenomenon affecting a small population of London's black cab taxi drivers who have passed a test, colloquially referred to as "The Knowledge", in which the practising driver must be able to drive from any one point in London to another. SCP-7235 is characterised by a driver (now designated SCP-7235-1) gaining preternatural abilities, which can vary wildly from instance to instance in both property and intensity. The SCP-7235-1 instance will not be majorly affected physiologically. In many cases, the SCP-7235-1 instance will gain local ontological reality-warping abilities, with reports showing that many subjects will utilise these newfound abilities to aid them in their profession. Common observations of SCP-7235-1 instances have reported: Increases in vehicle speed, mostly minor, with some SCP-7235-1 instances reaching supersonic speeds. Increased perceptual capabilities to interpret a wider array of information and act with increased reaction speeds. The ability to alter local infrastructure to allow for ease of transport. Changes are temporary and will return to their original state once the SCP-7235-1 instance has left the local area. Alterations will also not tend to cause any physical harm or permanent damage to any structures of civilians in the area. The ability to phase through buildings, people and other obstructions. The ability to manipulate local space-time to shorten transportation times. The ability to influence the action of people temporarily, predominantly on aggressive passengers and for stealing fuel. Addendum 7235.1: As part of Project Horsepower, head researcher on the SCP-7235 phenomenon, Michael Limón, was tasked with locating SCP-7235-1 instances in vehicle-dense areas in London. Due to the difficulty of capturing SCP-7235-1 instances with surveillance equipment due to their reality-bending capabilities, one method involved the random sampling of taxis and requesting rides from them to see if they were capable of performing any anomalous abilities. Instance: SCP-7235-1-01, “Henry Chiemeka” <Begin Log> Dr Limón hails an SCP-7235-1 instance on Euston Road outside St Pancras New Church. He enters the vehicle, looking at the instance's licence with an inbuilt camera in his glasses, identifying them as Henry Chiemeka. SCP-7235-1-01: Where will we be going? Dr Limón: Just to Bell Street, I’ll tell you when to stop. SCP-7235-1-01: Alight. SCP-7235-1-01 begins driving down the street and stops as he encounters some congestion, only moving a few metres periodically. Dr Limón: Hey? Um… I’m a little late for this party I’m going to, I heard there was something some cabs could do to… y'know speed things us a little? SCP-7235-1-01 is silent for several seconds, looking at Dr Limón through the interior rearview mirror. SCP-7235-1-01: Is that so? Who’d you hear that from? Dr Limón: (Pausing) Just a friend. I'm willing to pay extra than what the journey would take for it if need be. SCP-7235-1-01 remains silent for several more seconds, continuing to look through the mirror. Dr Limón: Is that okay? SCP-7235-1-01: Yeah I guess that would be reasonable? Dr Limón: So how much wou… The door rapidly folds open, the metal bending. Dr Limón’s seat suddenly angles upwards and he is rolled out the opening and onto the pavement. The instance drives away, turning transparent as it goes through the cars in front and disappears from view. A civilian helps to lift up Dr Limón to his feet. Civilian: What was that all about? Dr Limón: Did you not just see that? The civilian looks at the road and back at Dr Limón. Civilian: See what? Dr Limón: (Pauses) Um… Nevermind. I’m fine actually. Civilian: (Pauses) Okay? (Continues walking) Dr Limón is picked up by another researcher. <End Log> Note: "It appears that my approach was too forward, and he immediately suspected me of being up to something. Next time around we will have to go about it in a way that means the driver offers instead of me having to ask for it." Instance: SCP-7235-1-02, "Dragoslav Thietmar" <Begin Log> Dr Limón hails the instance outside Fulham Broadway and asks to go to Camden Town. The SCP-7235-1 instance begins driving, immediately entering congested traffic. They wait for several minutes slowly moving. Dr Limón: Traffic is really bad today isn't it? SCP-7235-1-02: Mhm. Silence for several seconds. Dr Limón: That's too bad, I'm actually meant to be going on a date today with someone, but I think I'm probably going to be late by this rate. Silence for several seconds. SCP-7235-1-02: Y'know, I wouldn't normally ask this, but seeing as you're late, I'd be willing to offer you something. Dr Limón: What do you mean? SCP-7235-1-02: I'll only ask this once, but if I could guarantee you'd get to Camden within seconds, would you be willing to pay extra for what the price would normally be? Dr Limón: I don't follow? SCP-7235-1-02: Just say yes or no? Dr Limón: Fine. Yes, I'd be willing to pay, but I don't know what you're talking about. Dr Limón discretely places a tracker beneath his chair. SCP-7235-1-02: Okay then, but if you don't pay, then there will be consequences. Dr Limón: Okay? The vehicle begins moving rapidly down the street through the cars, pushing Dr Limón into his seat. Dr Limón: What the fuck? SCP-7235-1-02: Hold on a second. SCP-7235-1-02 drives through a brick building, the structure forming around the vehicle as it moves through it. The vehicle cuts across several streets, phasing through many obstructions. Suddenly the vehicle stops and Dr Limón is thrown forwards. Dr Limón: (Panicked) What was that? SCP-7235-1-02: Just promise not to tell anyone. Now where's the money? Dr Limón: Um… Oh right yeah. Dr Limón searches around in his pocket and hands the instance two twenty-pound notes. Dr Limón promptly exits the vehicle, which speeds away as Dr Limón vomits onto the pavement. <End Log> Addendum 7235.2: 3 months into Project Horsepower, at least 13 SCP-7235-1 instances have been tracked and catalogued by Dr Limón and his team. This culminated in all tracked instances' vehicles being located in Hyde Park at roughly 2:30 AM. MTF teams were sent out along with the Project Horsepower personnel to perform an incursion on potentially all SCP-7235-1 instances. <Begin Log> 36 MTF operatives are positioned in the foliage around a large wooden gazebo where a group of approximately 20-25 SCP-7235-1 instances are gathered. At one end there is a podium. An unidentified robed figure steps up onto the podium. MTF Team Lead: Waiting for orders to move in? Dr Limón: Hold on a second, this seems important. MTF Team Lead: (Into radio) All units remain on standby, over. Unidentified Man: My fellow blue collars. For too long our services have been at the mercy of the people. For too long have we been at the mercy of the system? Too long have we been walked and trodden over for simply trying to make ends meet. It's a harsh and cruel world I know. But take pride in spreading the message. Now the people know of us. They know our powers. They've seen it. Pretty soon they'll be reliant on our fast services, and will solely rely on us. None of this public transport stuff anymore, it shall all be phased away in the end. Now the industry is at our mercy. Now the people come to us. He takes a deep breath. Unidentified Man: Now, rise up, everyone rise. Tomorrow we… Distant rustling is heard as a researcher trips over trying to get a better view. The unidentified man looks towards the noise and is silent for several seconds. Unidentified Man: Everyone, prove yourselves now. Our position is under attack. MTF Team Lead: (Into radio) We've been spotted, everyone move in for containment. The MTF operatives move from the foliage and approach the gazebo as SCP-7235-1 instances begin to jump down from it. The operatives move in to apprehend people, using bean bag guns and stun batons. Several instances are thrown to the ground and handcuffed before being able to use their anomalous abilities. An SCP-7235-1 instance produces fire from their palms and throws it onto the grass in front of several operatives, causing them to back away. Another instance creates large bursts of air which send away several operatives. Several instances have increased strength and agility, attacking personnel. MTF personnel keep pushing forward towards the gazebo, apprehending instances and breaking apart their defensive circles. An operative enters the gazebo where the robed man is. He holds the man at gunpoint, but he doesn't react. An SCP-7235-1 instance quickly jumps from behind onto the operative's back producing electricity from their hands, electrocuting the operative, causing him to collapse. As the operative is dazed on the ground, another instance enters producing blades from his wrists. They slowly approach the fallen operative but are suddenly stopped as Dr Limón fires a bean bag into the instance's chest causing him to fall back gasping for air. He fires another shot at the other instance's leg, breaking it. Dr Limón helps the operative up. After roughly 5 minutes of sustained fighting, all SCP-7235-1 are apprehended along with the unidentified man, with minimal casualties to MTF personnel, with no recorded deaths. Cover story 3131 ("Film Set") is distributed to local residents disturbed by the comotion. <End Log> Addendum 7235.3: After the success of Project Horsepower's incursion, all captured SCP-7235-1 instances were contained. The final step as part of Project Horsepower was for the unidentified man (now designated SCP-7235-2) to be interviewed by Dr Limón. On the following morning, Dr Limón along with several Foundation guards would find SCP-7235-2 dead sitting at his desk, with both his eyes removed. Taped to SCP-7235-2's chest was a sheet of A4 paper, with the following phrase written in the subject's blood upon it: + Message - Message "Drive Safe, Doctor Limón" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7235" by Unobtainium235, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7235. 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-7236 | pending | Doctor Johannes Talerico submitted the following SCP-7236 file shortly before his disappearance. As the object now lacks any assigned researchers, this updated file is to be preserved until SCP-7236 can be properly identified and reassessed. We apologize for any confusion caused in the meantime. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item-#: 7236 Special Containment Procedures: To my Sarah: Just yesterday nostalgia's siren sweet in fleeting echoes left: that kinship, warm, innate and true, for all hearts, spare my frozen soul. Life goes on, though with its passing left a hollow visage, on the tip of my tongue, we heard that song, Just Yesterday, a tune of treacle, turned an ichor foul, but don't cry. Please, In time, you’ll forget; but recall: I was here. Just Yesterday, I was loved. Description: To my colleagues: What is SCP-7236? I say, now of all times, that to try answering that question: a question once so scandalous and novel —so profound to be withheld that it tickled the tongue of every soul I had the pleasure to meet— is an exercise in finding an answer whose meaning dwindles and fades by the moment. I was sure once —I assume— sure enough to refrain. Sure enough to hold onto it as a treasure, but alas, in the gleaming clarity of its surface, I've grown complacent to admire all but a reflection of that gleaming truth. Say then, what is SCP-7236 to me? This is no doubt a question even further muddled. So muddled in fact that any route to concrete meaning would be lost upon its cartographer before they set out and put quill to page, not knowing that they failed before the first hurdle, forcing ink upon paper, charting a single route on a map where many paths exist. Simply put, like the meaning of life and death, deciphering it is a futile aim. A futile aim, but we ask the meaning of life all the same, don't we? Of course. Come then, sit down with me. Let's chat. So, what is SCP-7236 to you? I ask you why you care to know. You know that you don't know what it is, yet you ask me anyway, why is that? Like just yesterday, I think it was. Just Yesterday, Brian —Atworth, maybe Newman— came asking me the question. Once again novel as Brain was new on Site, a veritable greenhorn, not to be trifled yet with the hardships of knowing less. Curiosity was his bane, Brian. Atworth died looking too deep, all those years ago, and the Newman followed suit, in spirit, at least he hoped, given the glint in his eye and skip in his step. I forget how Newman died, tragic as it was. Not like Atworth, who died quickly though I wasn't there to watch. At that end, I was out taking pictures in the snow, so it might have been winter, round when I watch the crow, ever perched; yet to fly. Yes. I took a picture, then, of his body when I found it. Curled up in a ball where the snow had been. Nestled in feathers, pecked to death by the crows, now to fly, though ravens they may have been; a murder. Newman thought so at least, he always chatted with me on the birds. I forget how Newman died, tragic as he was. I mentioned he was new then, around the time that Atworth died, but such is the kindred spirit of academia. That unifying feeling; that we all died once, though I had yet to, and some will dream that they never stepped across that threshold. It brings a certain nostalgia, I'm led to believe; remembering one's first death. Nostalgic, though I forget how Newman died. I feel it was just yesterday. Just Yesterday, still, many things seem to follow: always happening, always on time, much like Atworth, who died just in time —I'd say. In fact, I recall a conversation we once had. See, he was a big fan of plans, and keeping time, but I could never grasp the point. He focused on every month, it's length, and day, its time to pass; to measure, wore a watch and kept a planner, nearby; his secretary, overworked, didn't die like he did, but I could see she wished to watching me; watching Atworth. In a ball: papers flying in the air, as I ripped the pages off the calendar in a frenzy, screaming, screaming like I never do, because time kept passing, and just yesterday was to be forgotten, but everyone remembered Just Yesterday, and the spoken word, and the given phrase; never repeated, but known so deep inside to be true. I think I joked that Atworth had planned even the day he would die. He laughed and smiled, but did not answer —people tend to shrug me off that way— but they keep me around, because I'm the only one assigned to SCP-7236. And that was the question, wasn't it. What is SCP-7236? Just Yesterday —I think— when Newman asked I answered. Once, only for him to hear, not jokingly, but of the birds. I took a picture of the birds, but not all the birds, just the one yet to fly. A crow, not yet a murder, not like Atworth, who never had the time to chat, no. Birds are free to fly, but that's simply a trick of the light, you see: there's something deep inside that tells them, "go!" I wonder, still, what that is. Those poor things. Do they flee Yesterdays of their own? I shudder to think they may, but ownership falls to us; to humans, rife with constructs like time and money, well spent on the glitz and glamour of politics and power, good to enjoy, good to hate, and such, eternally positive. A well earned, well earning profession. With mine, I sent my money back home, to my daughter, and its for her —really— that I work. No time for eternally positive games, myself, but plenty of time to watch the birds in the winter, in the cold, flying, and the one yet to fly —oh, so far away. Seeing this, wondering why, Newman asked me if the crow —yet to fly— had cold feet. Insightful, always, Newman was, but his question missed the point, which is apt, as points do love to detract from themselves. Nonetheless, It's no wonder he died in the end. But that isn't the point, which is apt, as points do love to detract from themselves, as Newman, distended, pulled apart, yet knew. It's why he brought bread for everyone on Fridays. Good to pull apart and share, one piece for me, once piece for you, one piece for me, and one to save —to think about forever, maybe— and dwell, tomorrow, on Just Yesterday, savoring Newman's own. I forget how he died, though it was Just Yesterday, wasn't it? Just yesterday, before, when he asked that scandalous question, oh so new, new and green with envy at my privileged position. Lucky for him, a spot opened up when Atworth died. A space for a Brian, a space for a Brian, a space for a Brian indeed. Indeed. We love our spaces, nostalgic spaces, like home and school, and school, and school, because —and they don't tell you this at school Sarah— school is a microcosm of the real world. I know it's hard for you right now to get that, but in time you will. You'll watch, and learn, and approximate, and maybe one day you'll get it. You'll figure out how Newman died, and Atworth died, and Talerico died —maybe— we haven't gotten there yet, and neither have you! But that isn't the question is it. It's not how you die, it's: What is SCP-7236? For one, it's how I make a living. It's funny isn't it, in politics, and fame, and glitz and glam. That's always the point, to make a living, to make out living, to make it out, living, to shine, to not fade into yesterday, or Just Yesterday, be just someone in the crowd, watching as you just live out a Just life; living that same life someone set out for you, Brian. I really thought you'd be different, different than Atworth, but I took a picture of you all the same. In a ball, in a space where snow was just last winter, perhaps. But that is the question, isn't it? How did Brian die? Well. What is SCP-7236? I tell Newman to sit still as I stand up. It wouldn't work if he moved, but it would if I did because I know and knew what I was and am doing. I walk towards the pile of snow to where Atworth and one day Newman will die, and stick out my hand. It's a crow. One, not a murder at all, and frozen. Dead. As still as a statue. Just yesterday, I swear, I saw it move. But now, now and only now, it's dead. I took a picture of a crow, and it's dead. But that wasn't your question was it? Just Yesterday, Newman asked, what was it? Watching me, I wondered, why? I never understood why they cried when Brian died. I knew him, but never knew him, and we fought so much, for so little reason. At every turn, at every suggestion, saying I did nothing, that I wasn't present. I shout, and I shout, because you were wrong, I was always there, and I was there for you and you alone, always you —and just you— till Just Yesterday, now you don't want to watch the crows with me any more. It was so lonely, Sarah. But then it wasn't. For just a moment. When I flew. That's not your question, though. You want to know: "What is SCP-7236?" The truth is, you've already forgotten. Discovery: To Nostalgia and my hubris: "Just yesterday we heard that song," Notice You can't. from his peak in solemnity's snow freed a fool bid the frozen fowl crow « SCP-7235 | SCP-7236 | SCP-7237 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7236" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7236. 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-7237 | safe | close Info X SCP-7237: An 8-Centimeter Ball Bearing Author: Pinoccappuccino I didn't procrastinate for more than an hour for once. Sources of Research: https://www.gwanak.go.kr/site/eng/01/10104020000002016080206.jsp https://terms.naver.com/entry.naver?docId=402664&cid=43722&categoryId=43722 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Addresses_in_South_Korea https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Areum_(name) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_(bearing) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_bearing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bearing_(mechanical) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bongcheon-dong https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bongcheon-Dong_Ghost https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang-min_(name) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fidget_spinner https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyeonggi_dialect https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gwanak_District https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_districts_of_Seoul https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Korean_given_names https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Korean_surnames https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nam-jun https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Race_(bearing) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling-element_bearing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seoul https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sillim-dong https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Korean_won https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yun_(Korean_surname) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Korean_feminine_given_names https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Korean_given_names https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Surnames_of_Korean_origin https://ko.wikipedia.org/wiki/봉신동 https://ko.wikipedia.org/wiki/봉천동 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/儁 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/凜 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/妸 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/尹 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/昶 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/暋 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/男 https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/雷 Item#: 7237 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7237 is kept in a low-security storage locker on KRSE██-Site-21K, further contained in a labeled opaque plastic bag for transport. Activation of SCP-7237's ectoentropic properties during handling and transport is probable, so personnel are instructed to keep the bag unsealed and not to shake the bag for sake of cleanliness. Personnel are also not to look into or remove SCP-7237 from its container outside of testing, due to the sensory deprivation it may induce. If exposed to the cognitohazard, remove the item from sight and stay where you are or with an unaffected peer until the effects abate. Notice (13/5/2017): While staff have been respectable in the nearly thirty years since SCP-7237 entered containment, recent trends preempt me to leave no room for error. Despite its minimal risk and potential to function as one, this item is not to be used as a toy. You can buy one for a few thousand won and use that to no reprimand. — Dr. Kim Ga-dik, Assistant Director of Containment DESCRIPTION: SCP-7237 is a rusty ball bearing 8 cm (3.15 in.) in diameter with extra bearing balls of distinct patina. Lubrication allows the object to spin with low friction when manipulated, and there is a high clearance between the races. The amount of bearing balls (SCP-7237-1) inside and outside of the races is indeterminable. Upon first handling SCP-7237, an individual and those accompanying them will perceive anywhere between five to nine balls inside, with room for more. The spares found outside number between three and twelve balls. These quantities change when eye contact has been broken from the object after a period without physical interaction with it; because of this, this anomalous property of the SCP-7237-1 is not immediately apparent. SCP-7237 will activate its primary anomalous properties once a person has slipped one of the bearing balls into the races. Abrupt non-rotational movements of SCP-7237, such as setting it down or shaking it to get SCP-7237-1 out, will cause the lubricant inside to multiply and seep from the races. The consistency and opacity of the lubricant changes during the interaction, coming out as a thick yellow foam or grease. Quick brief movements generate a small but steady amount, but wider or stronger movements produce greater quantities; as much as 200 ml of foam can be generated from a forceful shake. The excess can be cleaned from SCP-7237, but subsequent shaking will generate more lubricant.1 Exposure to SCP-7237 will cause those around it to experience a consistent hallucination, designated SCP-7237-A. Individuals who handle SCP-7237 are unable to discern when the hallucination manifests, and rarely notice their apparent shift in surroundings. The same applies to those approaching SCP-7237's handler, as they will gradually "enter" SCP-7237-A unless the handler points something of interest in SCP-7237-A, upon which the addressed will be quickly drawn in to the hallucination. Remote video observation of test subjects with obstruction of SCP-7237 confirms that SCP-7237-A is entirely hallucinatory and the result of a passive cognitohazard, as those affected are not relocated nor are their true surroundings distorted. Audio recordings also confirm no auditory phenomenon aside those produced from the affected. Perception of time does not appear to be altered beyond what is reasonable for a person focusing on an object without outside stimulus, and they respond timely in conversation. Witnesses of SCP-7237-A will experience themselves in a parking lot adjacent to a children's playground in suburban neighborhood.2 The layout of the play structures and nearby housing vary between manifestations, but have a cohesiveness. The playground will contain two large play structures connected by monkey bars, a round-about, and two or three bouncing playground riders of stylized animals, all of a green-and-beige color pallet and set within in a sandbox. The houses vary in exact number and design, but there has always been approximately twenty homes lining the roads enclosing the park with exception to the side adjacent to parking lot (and thus witnesses), each in an architectural style not unexpected of suburban housing in Seoul. Street signs visible in SCP-7237-A identify the parallel road as Ssukgogae-ro (쑥고개로), with the residential street looping around the park as Miesong-gil (미성길).3 SCP-7237-A will demanifest for a person if they stop handling (if they are handling) SCP-7237 and redirect attention away from the object or south of the playground. Physical relocation assists in breaking the effect, however this altered state of perception poses a potential but minor safety hazard until they are able to perceive the room they are in. SCP-7237-affected show an aversion to approach the neighborhood, but if coerced by force or possessing a strong enough mental fortitude, may attempt to approach; however, regardless to how much physical clearance is provided to clear the apparent distance and how much a subject traverses, all affected will still perceive themselves and one another within the parking lot, with no acknowledgement of any distance that has grown between them.4 While experiencing SCP-7237-A, individuals may perceive up to four humans of Korean ethnicity, collectively designated SCP-7237-B. SCP-7237-B1 Female adult, mid 20s-early 30s, long brown hair. Wears magenta pants with silver lightning bolt print on hips, open jacket and t-shirt with midriff bared, white sneakers. SCP-7237-B2 Female adult, early 40s, medium black hair braided with daenggi. Wears knee-length olive green dress, brown dress shoes. SCP-7237-B3 Male child, between 6-9, short black hair. Wears white shirt, beige knitted overshirt, blue shorts, grey sneakers. SCP-7237-B4 Female child, between 4-6, medium black hair braided with daenggi. Wears white shirt, yellow knitted overshirt, orange skirt, brown dress shoes. Despite no overt issues with their appearances, individuals will have a reluctance to interact with SCP-7237-B. Personnel have often attributed this to senses of unease, wariness, or ambivalence, but sensations of disgust have sometimes been reported. Personnel have also been unable to pinpoint when an SCP-7237-B enters and exits their range of vision, often since attempts to visually follow them to a certain distance will lead them to break out of SCP-7237-A upon realizing there are no buildings either side of the parking lot that should obstruct their view. The first entity that may be perceived in SCP-7237-A is SCP-7237-B1, and has only ever been experienced within approximately five minutes of the hallucination's manifestation. An individual not handling SCP-7237 will notice SCP-7237-B1 as she walks west to east on the sidewalk on the opposite side of Ssukgogae-ro, and she will not attempt contact with any of the affected. If verbal contact is attempted with SCP-7237-B1, she briefly looks over before hastening her pace and leaving sight. Even with prior knowledge of SCP-7237-A phenomenon and the intent of surveying, all handlers of SCP-7237 have been unable to locate SCP-7237-B1 without a second individual's involvement, requiring two people to observe this instance. Approximately seven to ten minutes after SCP-7237-A manifests, regardless of if SCP-7237-B1 has been witnessed, SCP-7237-B2 will walk east to west on the near side of Ssukgogae-ro, holding the hands of SCP-7237-B3 and -B4. SCP-7237-B2 will look over to the SCP-7237-affected and engage in verbal contact (if subjects do not first).5 She will respond to greetings, but refuses to humor attempts at pleasantries or questioning; she expresses having pertinent business to attend to, and asks the subject(s) if they could "watch over her children" while she handles her concerns. If none (0) of the SCP-7237-affected accepts the request: -B2 will have a look of contempt before bringing -B3 and -B4 across the street to the playground. -B2 will leave her children once they are within the boundaries of the sandbox, afterwards going onto Miesong-gil to unlock and enter one of the houses at random. -B3 and -B4 will engage in play with each other and the playground equipment. If one or more (≥1) of the SCP-7237-affected accepts the request: -B2 will let go of her children's hands and instruct them to enter the parking lot. She will go onto Miesong-gil to unlock and enter one of the houses at random, while -B3 and -B4 hold each other's hand and watch the affected. Generally, they will stand still and avoid all attempts at communication. If an individual either attempts to touch -B3 and/or -B4, or becomes verbally or aggressive towards them: both instances will run away, crossing Ssukgogae-ro and entering the playground, from where they will pause to make sure they are not pursued before engaging in play. If eye contact with -B3, -B4, and the playground is broken by all individuals present while the former are in the parking lot: both instances will be heard playing on the playground, having relocated there upon viewing the latter. Once SCP-7237-B3 and -B4 have been visually confirmed to have reached the playground, there is an increasing likelihood that they will be absent upon a subsequent viewing. In spite of this, auditory hallucinations of the two individuals laughing and talking with each other persist. The rest of SCP-7237-A is uneventful; despite prolonged and contiguous observation of SCP-7237-A for as long as four hours (4 hrs.), no other pedestrians (including a return of -B1 or -B2) nor any drivers have been witnessed. HISTORY: SCP-7237 was discovered on ██/██/1989, in a supermarket parking lot along Ssukgogae-ro in Bongcheon-dong, Gwanak-gu, Seoul, South Korea (서울특별시 관악구 쑥고개로 121(봉천동)). A civilian, Roe Chang-min ((뢰창민; 雷昶暋) 82, M), had run over SCP-7237 while parking his truck and retrieved it from underneath. Roe collected the pieces and partially assembled them for ease of transport; the resulting manifestation of SCP-7237-A provided him difficulty in locating and entering the store. Consulting with two clerks on the new playground across the street, Yun Namchun ((윤남준; 尹男儁) 43, M) and Areum ((윤아름; 尹妸凜) 17, F) became exposed to the effects of SCP-7237, which by this point had begun to produce noticeable lubricant. Site-21K responded on-scene after the younger Yun attempted to notify the police of the phenomenon, expressing the belief that Roe was placing a curse upon the store. The store was secured and involved civilians amnesticized as SCP-7237 was brought into inventory and given SCP designation that day. After the address "Miesong-gil" was ascertained from SCP-7237-A, considered notable for there being no such address in Bongcheon-dong, investigation into the object's origin directed toward the development history of the district. All records of any streets in Seoul named "Miesong" being built or renamed existed solely within Sillim-dong (신림동), however in 2006, two substantial documents from the early urbanization of the preceding administrative district (Bongsin-dong (봉신동)) were discovered. The first document was a district surveyor's assessment dated to May 196█, which detailed a planned Miesong-gil to connect what is currently Ssukgogae-ro, Cheongnyong 7-gil (청룡7길), and Cheongnyong 15-gil (청룡15길). A subsequent June resurvey mentioned the "previous road plans" having been reconsidered in favor of two roads in what is currently Gwanak-ro 15-gil (관악로15길) and an extension of Nambusunhwan-ro 216-gil (남부순환로216길), in addition to a lot of land leased for commercial businesses, where the supermarket SCP-7237 was recovered from was located. Beyond the reuse of the street name, no further connection from SCP-7237 to Miesong-gil, Sillim-dong has been established. Songhak Children's Park (송학어린이공원) was constructed and opened nearby in 19██, but the contents do not resemble those perceived in SCP-7237-A. Footnotes 1. The oil-based composition and physical properties of this generated lubricant are normal for those produced during the 1980s. 2. For sake of relative direction, the direction of the playground from the parking lot is henceforth "north". 3. No such streets are adjacent anywhere in the Korean Peninsula. 4. In Experiments 7237/5 through 7237/9, D-531039 traversed the length of a 200-meter (656.1 ft.) room and 5 km (3.10 mi.) on a remote-operated treadmill, both to no perceived effect of herself nor D-252834, regardless of who was holding SCP-7237. 5. All vocalizations from SCP-7237-B have been in the Seoul dialect. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7237" by Pinocappuccino, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7237. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7238 | keter | "our lies convince, but, we have the skill, when we will, to create the truth" Are We Cool Yet? Are We Cool Yet is an invitation-only artist collective dedicated to creating the most impactful, thought provoking meaningful works of art that can exist. We use our anomalous gifts to create art that could not exist without us, art that questions the foundational assumptions society works off of, art that will revolutionize the world. Who Are We? We are artists. Independent thinkers. Rebels against the status quo. We see the potential, and we seize it. Morality? Weakness? Boredom? Non-coolness? We reject it all, eschewing the shackles of commercial art, and elevating ourselves into a higher state of being. We are the Artists and the World is Our Canvas. Join AWCY So you want to be part of our collective of artists across the globe, creating revolutionary works of art? No problem, we'd love to have you in our community! To join, you must meet the following requirements: You are currently of consenting age;1 You are willing to get a tattoo as a part of your initiation; You are currently not, nor have ever been an employee of The Foundation, Foundation subsidiaries, or any other normalcy organizations; You create art. If you meet the above qualifications, you can submit your application using the link below! (Please note: There is a mandatory application fee.) Join AWCY Meet The Arts Council The Arts Council is formed of the top anomalous artists throughout this universe and beyond. We are a trusted group of cultural leaders, influential artists, established patrons and the original founding members of Are We Cool Yet, who guide our collective towards greatness. We are a council of experts, each with our own laundry list of accolades, artworks and insights - together we shape what our collective is, by coordinating events, allocating funds, planning exhibitions and more! Membership to the Arts Council is offered to members on a case-by-case basis, and happens once per year during the Induction Ceremony. The Arts Council focuses on keeping our artist collective running smoothly, another individual makes the decisions for the direction and mission of Are We Cool Yet: The Critic Imogen Harper, The Critic (2008-2010) So Who Is 'The Critic?' The Critic is an appointed position that determines the overall vision, mission and message of Are We Cool Yet. They are chosen on the retirement of the former Critic, selected from who we feel are the most promising up-and-coming artists, revolutionizing the anomalous art world. Former Critics have been undiscovered maestros, reclusive artistic hermits, Deer College Students, mothers, conceptual beings and more! We are always looking for new potential candidates for the position of Critic, so who knows, YOU might be next… Want to see more, Doctor? Footnotes 1. In your respective country, dimension, freeport, exoplanetary settlement or otherwise. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7238" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7238. 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: 1024px-2016.05.07_Funk_Parade_Washington,_DC_USA_04690_(26615764000).jpg Author: Ted Eytan License: cc-by-sa 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2016.05.07_Funk_Parade_Washington,_DC_USA_04690_(26615764000).jpg Filename: Urban_art_festival_afterPARTY_(35458792541).jpg Author: Bratislavská župa License: cc-by 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Urban_art_festival_afterPARTY_(35458792541).jpg Filename: 2008_Gretna_Heritage_Festival_Pink_Art_Woman.jpg Author: nola.agent License: cc-by 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2008_Gretna_Heritage_Festival_Pink_Art_Woman.jpg Filename: Queen_of_The_Wild_on_her_throne_(8104158776)_Crop.jpg Author: Frank Kovalchek License: cc-by-deed 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Queen_of_The_Wild_on_her_throne_(8104158776).jpg Additional Notes: Image was cropped by Queerious Filename: Convent_above_Zacetecas_La_Bufa_EDIT.jpg Author: Unknown Artist License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Convent_above_Zacetecas_La_Bufa_(215bcefd-c6d9-4322-90a5-688e94752c44).jpg Additional Notes: Image was cropped and digitally modified by Queerious |
SCP-7239 | safe | Edmund Davids In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen. Item #: SCP-7239 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7239 is to be stored in a waterproof, vacuum sealed plastic container, located in the Inanimate Object Wing of Site-23. Each of the bi-daily vocalization events is to be recorded in the presence of research personnel, and immediately cross-checked for deviation from the corresponding material. UPDATE FOLLOWING INCIDENT 7239/S-23/HI: SCP-7239 is not to be handled in any way which could potentially cause it to become folded or creased. Description: SCP-7239 is a 148x210 mm sheet of white paper, displaying a printed list of the names of every book in the Protestant Canon of the Christian Bible, entitled as "Memorizing the Books of the Bible". The reverse side of the paper is unmarked, aside from the name "Caleb" poorly handwritten in green pencil. On a bi-daily basis, at precisely 08:00 and 13:00, SCP-7239 will undergo a vocalization event, despite not appearing to possess any means of doing so. During this event, it will emit the voice of a pre-pubescent male, which will recite a singular verse from the Bible. As of the current date, no logical pattern has been discerned in the order of these verses. Upon the conclusion of the verse, SCP-7239 will then recite the following words: "Vera sunt haec verba, teste Deo"1. Addendum-01: The following letter was forwarded to the Foundation from one of its front companies. To the SCP Foundation: In light of recent events, I, as a representative of the Catholic Church and authorized to communicate on their behalf, desire to open a clandestine diplomatic discourse with the Foundation, regarding something of specific mutual interest between our respective organizations. If you find this proposal favorable, a representative of the Church (myself) will be available to meet at your discretion. Secrecy is an absolute priority and must be preserved at all costs. Sicut Deus Vult, Giancarlo Naccarato, Archbishop Video Log: 7239/01 Location: Foundation Safehouse #1003, [REDACTED], Italy Parties Present: Senior Agent Grant Burke, Archbishop Giancarlo Naccarato <BEGIN LOG> Archbishop Naccarato: Let me restate just how relieved I am that your organization accepted my request. Agent Burke: Alright, let's skip the BS. The only reason why we even considered your request was because of the "specific mutual interest" part of your letter. If I was a paranoid intelligence agent, and I'm not, I'd say that you're talking about something anomalous. Naccarato: (after a short pause) Correct. The Vatican has… well, uncovered an object of anomalous nature. Burke: So? You discover dozens of anomalies every year. It all gets filtered down into the Horizon Initiative2, and sometimes turns up again on the streets. A big old mess for us to clean up. Naccarato visibly tenses when Burke mentions the Horizon Initiative. Naccarato: There has been a… change in priority at the Vatican. We wish to place this anomalous object under your control. (Burke does not respond, presumably from surprise) Our organizations have never seen eye to eye on any matter, but we have recognized that, of all the secular organizations that are investigating the anomalous, yours is the one we can trust to keep an anomaly safe and hidden. Burke: Hold on, why us? Why not the Initiative? Naccarato: That is not your business, nor the business of your organization. All you need to know are your choices: accept our offer, or we will deliver the anomaly into Initiative hands. Now, should your leaders accept our proposal, our only condition is that we select a supervisor to be attached to your efforts. Burke: Look… okay, wait, what is this anomaly you've been talking about? Because we want to at least have an idea before you shackle us with another genocidal lizard. Naccarato: Oh, no. It's nothing like that. Just a piece of paper reading holy scripture aloud. Burke: Right. I'll need to communicate with my superiors before we accept. Naccarato: I expect nothing less. However, do understand that our patience is not infinite. <END LOG> This discovery served to cause concern throughout the administrative departments, due to the rather abrupt change in policy from the Catholic Church. Out of the interests of securing the object, the Foundation agreed to the Catholic Church's conditions. The anomaly entered containment as SCP-7239, and Father James Drayer was appointed as attaché to the subsequent research and containment project. Video Log: 7239/02 Location: Designated SCP-7239 Recording Chamber, Sub-level 02, Site-23 Parties Present: Doctor Milford Cogent, Father James Drayer, SCP-7239 research team Foreword: This log was recorded immediately prior to Incident 7239/S-23/HI. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Cogent: Time? Researcher Tyson: 12:59 and 51 seconds. Silence on recording for nine further seconds. SCP-7239: No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who utters lies shall continue before my eyes. Vera sunt haec verba, teste Deo. Father Drayer becomes visibly agitated upon hearing this vocalization event, although only Dr. Cogent notices this. Researcher Goodenough: Okay, let's see. Psalm 101:7. No deviation. Dr. Cogent: File the recording. Mike, take 7239 back to containment. Father Drayer, if I may have a word outside? Drayer: Of course. Dr. Cogent directs Father Drayer out of the chamber and into the corridor, where security cameras record the remainder of the conversation. Cogent: I think it's high time for a confession, don't you? How long has it been since your last? Drayer: Please, Doctor. Is this really the time? Cogent: I can't think of a better moment. As the son of practicing Baptists, I can see that you're a very devout man, who honestly cares about his faith. Rare enough these days, especially in this line of work. So, do you have anything to confess? Father Drayer does not answer. Cogent: Let me rephrase. We can do this here, or we can do it in the interrogation chamber. Drayer: Okay, okay. The Vatican has been deceiving the Foundation. As their representative, I was complicit in it. But I assure you, it was a harmless deception. Cogent: Spill it. Drayer: Something happened between the Church and the Horizon Initiative. Simply put, there was a falling out. The Pope was concerned that the Initiative was no longer following the directions of the Church. They soon confirmed their treachery beyond doubt and cut ties. We do not currently have the means to create another organization to study the anomalous, so we reached out to you. Cogent: Why didn't you tell us this earlier? Drayer: We did not wish to seem weak in your eyes. We gambled that if you thought we could still work with the Initiative, you'd jump at the opportunity to secure the anomaly. And as it turned out, we were right. Site-23 internal alarm activates. Lighting switches over to emergency red. Director N. Jakalikai: (via Site-23 Intercom System) Attention all personnel. This is not a drill. The facility is entering immediate lockdown. This is a Code: White3. I repeat, this facility is entering immediate lockdown. <END LOG> Video Log: 7239/03 Location: Inanimate Object Wing, Site-23 Parties Present: Doctor Milford Cogent, Father James Drayer, Security Personnel, Intruders Foreword: This log was recorded approximately four minutes after Site-23 was placed into lockdown. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Cogent, Father Drayer, Security Officers Adams, Canfield, and McDougall are proceeding towards Evacuation Corridor Delta. Dr. Cogent: (into a hand-held radio) Control, Cogent here. Just finished locking down the IOW. All staff have already evac-ed. Heading out with Priest and the last of security now. Director Jakalikai: Roger. Bio, staff, and lab sectors are also locked down. You've got sixty intruders moving towards IOW. Get out of there as quickly as you can. A white spheroid, seeming to consist entirely of light, appears at the far end of the corridor. Four intruders emerge before it collapses and immediately fire upon the Foundation personnel. Security Officers engage intruders while all personnel take cover in open doorways. Cogent: Too late! We're cut off in Corridor 2I4! Send back-up! Internal facility radio channels were jammed immediately prior to the appearance of the four intruders. A glowing, white, crescent shaped object emerges from one of the intruders' weapons and spins down the corridor at neck-height. During this flight, it emits a three-meter jet of flame from the center of the inside curve of the crescent. Personnel attempt to take shelter; Agent Canfield receives fatal third-degree burns. The exchange of gunfire continues sporadically for two additional minutes. Agent Adams, who is taking cover with Dr. Cogent and Father Drayer, is injured in the abdomen. Dr. Cogent appropriates the agent's pistol to engage the intruders, while being heard to mutter: "Thank God for those marksmanship courses". Gunfire abruptly ceases from the direction of the intruders. Another white spheroid appears at the other end of the corridor, opposite the current location of the intruders. Three additional intruders emerge from this singularity. The central intruder is carrying SCP-7239. While surviving personnel watch, the intruder folds the page twice, first vertically, then horizontally, before unfolding it. This creates two creases that vaguely resemble the Christian cross. This appears to have activated a secondary series of anomalous effects SCP-7239 can produce. SCP-7239: THESE WORDS ARE TRUE, AS GOD IS MY WITNESS. IT IS DONE. Agents Adams and McDougall immediately experience a violent convulsive seizure, while bleeding from eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Both Dr. Cogent and Father Drayer are unharmed. The white spheroids reappear, completely engulfing the intruders. After ten seconds, the singularities collapse, leaving no sign of the intruders. <END LOG> Shortly thereafter, the attacking force began to withdraw from Site-23. Although several intruders were eliminated by the arriving operatives of Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), SCP-7239 was not recovered. Arms, equipment, uniforms, and insignia of attackers appeared consistent with that of known Horizon Initiative formations4. Video Log: 7239/04 Location: Saint Peter's Square, Vatican City, Rome, Italy Parties Present: Lieutenant Anton, the Pope, Operative Hazelwood, Sigma-15, Vatican Swiss Guards Foreword: Within hours of the breaching of Site-23, the Vatican City came under attack from forces that appeared identical to the intruders at Site-23. MTF Sigma-15 ("Guardian Seraphim") was dispatched to engage. <BEGIN LOG> The square is almost deserted, aside for several members of the Polizia di Stato5 are taking cover behind their cars beyond the perimeter of the square. MTF Sigma-15 disembarks from their transport and advances towards St. Peter's Basilica. Lieutenant Anton: ROS6!! We've been ordered in!! Polizia officers acknowledge, many showing visible relief. Multiple casualties, from both the Horizon Initiative and the Vatican Security Forces, become visible as Sigma-15 close on the entrance. The facade has been damaged by what appears to be an RPG strike, although the lack of explosive scoring suggests otherwise. Sporadic gunfire is audible from within the Basilica. Anton: Sera-1 to Control. We've got heavy casualties for both the Initiative and the Vatican. In the dozens, at least, can't say for sure. All dead. Sigma-15 enter the Basilica. More casualties fill the entrance. The interior of the dome has been severely damaged, allowing sunlight to enter the building. The last Project Malleus operatives are sheltering behind pillars, while several Swiss Guardsmen are defending the altar, likely where the Pope is taking refuge. Sigma-15 surprises and eliminates the Project Malleus operatives over the course of six minutes. Anton: SCP Foundation!! All attackers have been eliminated!! Hold your fire!! The Pope: Do as he says! The Pope and the surviving Swiss Guards emerge from the makeshift defenses around the altar. While Sigma-15 spreads out to check bodies, Lieutenant Anton approaches the Pope. Anton: Your Holiness. The Pope: It seems that we were right to put our faith in you. Convey my gratitude to your Council. While searching one body, Operative Hazelwood discovers SCP-7239, now perfectly uncreased. She quickly conceals it on her person and reports the retrieval to control. <END LOG> Video Log: 7239/05 Location: Site Director's office, Administration Department, Site-23 Parties Present: O5-7, Doctor Milford Cogent <BEGIN LOG> O5-7 is seated behind the director's desk. Dr. Cogent stands on the other side. O5-7: SCP-7239 has been returned to containment. Site-23 has been restored to full capacity. Everything is more or less back to normal. One thing bothers me, however. The injuries inflicted on Officers Adams and McDougall were, regrettably, fatal. We also found the sign of the cross burned into the inside of their skulls. How is it, I wonder, that you and Father Drayer survived SCP-7239's effects unscathed? Dr. Cogent: (haltingly) If you want my honest theory, it seems that the secondary ability is a weapon that only affects non-Christians. O5-7: You, a man of faith? Doctor, please, we both know just how redundant those beliefs are outside of DoTT7. Maybe you should get transferred. O5-7 opens the bottom draw on the desk, and retrieves a bottle of Scotch whisky and two glasses from Director Jakalikai's personal stash. She pours both glasses while talking. O5-7: In other news, Father Drayer's confession has been verified by the newly appointed Cardinal Naccarato. In light of this, and the twin attacks made last week, the Foundation has decided to pursue a closer, mutually-beneficial relationship with the Vatican. Many representatives like Father Drayer will be welcomed into our organization, in return for a monopoly on all their anomalous discoveries. O5-7 stands and lifts one of the glasses. Dr. Cogent reluctantly takes the other. O5-7: A toast to our new religious allies. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Latin, approximately translated as "These words are true, as God testifies". 2. A Group of Interest created through a cooperation between sects of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. 3. The facility is under attack by a large force from an unknown militant faction. See Lockdown Procedures for further details. 4. Specifically those affiliated with Project Malleus. 5. Italian State Police 6. Italian Counter-terrorism Unit, that Sigma-15 were disguised as. 7. Department of Tactical Theology ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7239" by Edmund Davids, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7239. 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-7240 | keter | Item #: SCP-7240 Special Containment Procedures: All components of SCP-7240 are to be retrieved from across the continental United States. When collected, they are to be gathered and stored in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-97. Information regarding SCP-7240, as well as any photographic evidence of it, is to be confiscated by the Foundation. Junior Researcher Marcel is to remain employed within the Department of Geology until Incident-7240-1 comes to pass, the date of which must be dictated by the Temporal Anomalies Department. Description: SCP-7240 is the soul of Junior Researcher James Marcel, which materializes through a ritual directly related to SCP-7240-1. SCP-7240-1 is a collection of 347 rocks scattered across the continental United States1 possessing similar anomalous qualities. Namely: All instances of SCP-7240-1 are indestructible. All instances of SCP-7240-1 are between 15 and 250cm. Half of all instances of SCP-7240-1 have the Foundation logo engraved on them. Half of all instances of SCP-7240-1 have the inscription "SCP FOUNDATION" engraved on them. Starting on September 11th, 2001, instances of SCP-7240-1 emit a flash of light only capable of being perceived by individuals who have no connection or knowledge of the anomalous. Discovery: SCP-7240-1 instances all date back to the early 12th century, despite the inscription in modern English. Furthermore, all instances are spread out across the continental United States, with most of them roughly localized in major cities and a number matching up to a current map of US National Parks and Reservations. Due to the immense security risk posed by SCP-7240-1, as well as the sheer scope of a containment initiative capable of locating and retrieving an unknown number of rocks related to SCP-7240, the Foundation has spent a considerable amount of resources on SCP-7240, classifying it as Keter solely due to its potential to reveal the Foundation as an organization. Following the activation of further anomalous properties during 2001, locating extant SCP-7240-1 instances became much easier, although amnesticization efforts had to be significantly increased. Following the conclusion of a 30-year containment initiative, the last remaining instance of SCP-7240-1 was located and retrieved outside Muir Woods, California, seventeen years after 2001. Although it was initially impossible to ascertain whether this instance was the last one, all instances of SCP-7240-1 suddenly had the words "Site-97" appear engraved on an edge of the rock. All instances of SCP-7240-1 were redirected to Site-97. It was there that the main anomalous effect of SCP-7240 became apparent. Incident-7240-1: Incident Log [BEGIN LOG] [00.00] Instances of SCP-7240-1 are being put down on the floor at the Department of Geology's main headquarters within Site-97.2 [00.10] Department head Dr. Ross White brings in the last instance of SCP-7240-1. They all collectively start vibrating and levitating. They rapidly snap into place, taking the shape of a 2 meter long stone statue resembling a male phallus. [00.25] SCP-7240 manifests.3 All members of the department react with surprise. [00.40] Junior Rsr. Marcel Hey. You. Yes, you specifically. [00.43] Rsr. Marcel points directly forward, at no one in particular. [00.45] Junior Rsr. Marcel Kill yourself. [00.48] Silence. [00.52] Junior Rsr. Marcel Or whoever. Anyone will do. Kill yourself. I would want nothing less. My last request is for everyone in the god fucking stupid Foundation to kill themselves immediately. I was stuck in the year whatever the fuck against my will because you're all so monumentally stupid. Kill yourselves. Fucking. People who I considered friends, even. None of you gave a shit. ASAP. [53.32] The following 52 minutes listed various ways in which specific members of the Geology Department, the Temporal Anomalies Department, O5 Command, Site-97's Site director, and several other members of the Foundation could commit suicide. They have been omitted. [END LOG] Addendum-7240-1: Aftermath of Incident-7240-1. Following a thorough investigation of the incident, it was determined that Junior Researcher Marcel had not fabricated SCP-7240, as was thought immediately following the incident. Following consultation of the Departed Department, who confirmed Marcel had been dead since the year 1328, and the Temporal Anomalies Department, who confirmed both the dating of the stones and the presence of a stable time loop related to Marcel, the anomaly was conclusively defined as the result of a grudge between Rsr. Marcel and the Foundation. It is believed that SCP-7240 was created entirely due to the investigation into SCP-7240 that was conducted, which caused animosity in Rsr. Marcel. Furthermore, the Temporal Anomalies Department has concluded that, due to its nature as a stable time loop, Marcel would have to be transported back to the year 1298 the following week. To the end that SCP-7240 is not interrupted, Rsr. Marcel will be presented with a kit containing a compass, a map of the continental Unites States, as well as a map of Natural Preserves, and a knife. No food or water will be provided. Rsr. Marcel will be informed of their mission an hour before their scheduled reassignment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7240" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7240. 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. With limited exceptions. A number of rocks have been located throughout the United Kingdom, and SCP-7240-1 instance # 281 is located at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, following a shipwreck in 1678. 2. The Department of Geology was the third most expensive department to maintain due to their jurisdiction over SCP-7240. The department was disbanded shortly after. 3. Despite being employed at the time, Junior Researcher Marcel was not present onsite that day. |
SCP-7241 | euclid | by Ethagon Item #: SCP-7241 Special Containment Procedures: Once per week any regrown flesh and barbecue sauce on SCP-7241 is to be eaten with respect to proper etiquette.1 Special attention is to be given to not spilling any barbecue sauce during this process. In case of a breach of civility, personnel are to ignore the Marked Prey Event and politely remark a retreat to the restroom before vacating the containment chamber. Regardless of success, the containment chamber is not to be entered for the next 24 hours. Update: SCP-7241-A instances are to be contained in appropriate containment zones on a case-by-case basis. Containment Personnel tasked with eating portions of SCP-7241 are to be served SCP-7241 as the third course in a five-course meal. The Containment Chamber is to resemble a restaurant with a single chair and table on which the five-course menu is to be served. Consumption of the first two courses is to take 2 hours after which the regrown portion of SCP-7241 is to be consumed and the meal properly aborted. Update: No personnel are to eat more than 100g of SCP-7241 during their lifetime. SCP-7241-B instances are to be monitored and disallowed exit from cities by means other than highways. Containment personnel are to be recruited from volunteering Class-D personnel and agents. All containment personnel must be informed about the risks and go through a week-long training course before enacting containment. Foundation-affiliated shelters are encouraged to serve SCP-7241-like dishes to help scout potential Class-D personnel. Description: SCP-7241 is an instance of the dish "spare ribs with barbecue sauce". The flesh of SCP-7241 is genetically consistent with that of the recently extinct Cebu warty pig.2 SCP-7241 consists of ribs from multiple mammals including pork and human. Behaving uncivilly within sight or hearing of SCP-72413 results in a Marked Prey Event. Examples of unacceptable behaviour include: Eating SCP-7241 without a knife and fork Spilling barbecue sauce while eating Being underdressed Leaving SCP-7241 without a reasonable excuse to leave your food unattended Eating SCP-7241 even though someone else already started eating from it Leaving SCP-7241 unattended if all its flesh is fully grown Leaving SCP-7241 unattended while it is 'served' for more than 10 minutes No behaviour will result in a Marked Prey Event if more than 24 hours have elapsed following the relevant transgression with the exception of leaving SCP-7241 unattended. A Marked Prey Event consists of the person responsible for the breach of civility having a rib broken off their spine before the rib is teleported to a random point on SCP-7241. Personnel who have lost a rib this way report feeling like the rib was violently ripped out. Common aftereffects are internal bleeding and bone splinters. No external wounds have been reported. SCP-7241 constantly produces barbecue sauce at a rate of 0.2 ml per second, unless behaviour that does not result in a Marked Prey event occurs within sight or hearing of SCP-7241. If the barbecue sauce fully covers any exposed inner flesh, it begins to clot together over the surface. The now-hardened barbecue sauce stimulates cell growth directly under it. This process continues until every rib is fully covered with flesh and no inner flesh is exposed. If the flesh of SCP-7241 is left fully grown the barbecue sauce will begin to overflow. The overflowing barbecue sauce will occasionally clot and create an instance of SCP-7241-A. All SCP-7241-A instances to date have been biohazardous organisms. SCP-7241-B instances are humans that have eaten more than 100g of SCP-7241. SCP-7241-B instances gain anomalous properties that in most cases only become apparent far away from human gatherings or constructions in use. Discovery: SCP-7241 was discovered in a restaurant that served endangered species. The Foundation became aware of the anomaly through an intercepted call to the police. The intercepted call provided basic information about SCP-7241. It was noted that one patron who was intently focused on their own food was the last to be affected by a Marked Prey Event. When MTF Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") was sent out to retrieve the anomaly it was assumed that Marked Prey Events could be avoided by ignoring SCP-7241. Lamda-14 found all present civilians unconscious or dead with SCP-7241 being served for a group of 5 among other dishes. SCP-7241 was at the time overflowing, with barbecue sauce spilling over the table. The team was affected by two Marked Prey Events before narrowing down what caused them. Another Marked Prey Event was caused by trying to move SCP-7241 without respecting etiquette. Containment could eventually be established by eating a small amount of flesh from SCP-7241 before requesting the rest "for takeaway". The civilians were evacuated to a nearby hospital and doctored by Foundation physicians. They were subsequently interviewed and administered Class-G amnestics to support Cover Story SCS-312 ("Animal Attack"). 9 civilians made a full recovery and 1 expired. Further investigation revealed the restaurant to be in contact with several wildlife habitats that had illegally provided them with endangered animals like the now-extinct Cebu warty pig. Given the legal troubles the restaurant was in at the time and Foundation procedures to not falsify proceedings outside of the Veil, evidence in line with Normalcy-predictions was provided to the relevant authorities. The restaurant was closed shortly after. Addendum-A: Original containment procedures intended for SCP-7241 to be left alone and the barbecue sauce to be drained by an installed drainage system. This resulted in the generation of SCP-7241-A-1 and SCP-7241-A-2. Containment Procedures were changed and the restaurant was searched for trace amounts of barbecue sauce, resulting in the discovery of SCP-7241-A-3. Afterwards SCP-7241 and the SCP-7241-A instances were transferred to Area-14. SCP-7241-A-1 is a leaf cabbage that grew out of barbecue sauce. Subjects exposed to the scent of SCP-7241X-A-1 start to suffer from intense food cravings. These cravings are intense enough that subjects will seek anything edible, including other humans, as potential food with the exception of SCP-7241-A-1. Subjects have been noticed to avoid obvious danger and to employ tactics that do not rely on language. If a subject is fed an amount of food that approximately equals the subject's body weight, they will enter hibernation for a month. At the end of this period, they return to normal. SCP-7241-A-1 has been contained in an odour-proof cell. SCP-7241-A-2 is a common fruit fly with a similar appendage to that of SCP-3646.4 SCP-7241-A-2 has been contained per SCP-3646 Containment Procedures. SCP-7241-A-3 is a fungus whose fruiting bodies resemble grilled mushrooms. It metabolises synthetic materials. SCP-7241-A-3 originally grew from a barbecue sauce spot that leaked through the ground in the restaurant. Upon return to the restaurant, both the building and its furniture were overtaken by SCP-7241-A-3. The effect of eating its mushrooms was tested on a pig. After digesting the mushroom the pig started to constantly burp, fart and defecate. Any mammal exposed to the sound or smell of this condition was similarly affected. SCP-7241-A-3 has been contained in its own cell in a concrete block surrounded by earth. Addendum-B: Instance Name Effect Notes 7241-B-1 D-IV-7386 Ant colonies in the subject's vicinity start to collect leaves and other material for the purpose of wearing it. Ants that do not wear these materials hide from other ants until they find material that conceals parts of their body. Level IV Class D was chosen due to the ongoing Marked Prey Event caused by leaving SCP-7241 unattended. The subject was deemed unfit to continue performing the Containment Procedures. D-IV-7386 ate 118g in total. 7241-B-2 Agent Hall, Site-19 Animals that cross paths with the subject apologize in Queen's English, but otherwise behave like normal animals. Agent Hall was responsible for transferring SCP-7241 to Area-14. For this Agent Hall ate a portion of SCP-7241 before requesting the rest "for takeaway". Agent Hall ate 156g in total. 7241-B-3 Researcher Moody As soon as the subject left the entrance to Area-14 a crow started following him. The crow has declared itself Researcher Moody's secretary and has performed corresponding duties within its abilities. The crow performs these duties for 8 hours a day and demands minimum wage for it. It only became apparent that eating SCP-7241 gave rise to anomalous properties when Researcher Moody left Area-14, which happened 3 months after he stopped performing containment duties due to losing a rib. Researcher Moody ate 206g in total. 7241-B-4 D-III-9595 Trees in the subject's vicinity started bearing furniture, dishes and cutlery made of wood. All animals living near these trees would use these utensils to eat their food. D-III-9595 was the first Class-D recruited from Foundation-affiliated shelters. They were trained by eating SCP-7241-like dishes there. D-III-9595 performed containment duties until they lost a rib. D-III-9595 ate 275g total. 7241-B-5 D-I-2577 Any wild habitat the subject travels to will be put permanently under its effect. Animals under the effect of the subject will come together in their habitat and form the basis for a Constitution. The Constitution will cover the form of a government, rules that determine who and under what circumstances one is allowed to eat a certain animal, and how to interact with the outside world. The Constitution itself varies from habitat to habitat. Additionally, it is impossible for humans to be impolite in the subject's vicinity. D-I-2577 performed containment duties without issue until the anomalous effect of SCP-7241-B-3 was noticed. D-I-2577 was taken off of the project and all SCP-7241-B instances were tested for anomalous properties. D-I-2577 ate 323g in total. N/A Researcher Walldén Animals were allegedly more friendly to the subject. Researcher Walldén volunteered to find a reasonable limit to the effect of eating SCP-7241. She was accepted for testing due to having a record of not leaving Area-14 more than once a year.5 Researcher Walldén ate small portions of SCP-7241 and travelled to Salem in between until the above effect was noted. The effect was deemed insignificant enough to count as non-anomalous and Containment Procedures were revised. Researcher Walldén ate 96g in total. Footnotes 1. Reference: Hammond's Guide to Table Manners. 2. Subspecies of the endangered Visayan warty pig. One of many wild pig species. 3. Outdoor limits have not been tested. 4. SCP-3646 is a species that resembles the Mosquito but has a feathery appendage extruding from the abdomen. Touching a dead instance causes hallucinations of mosquitoes in increasing intensity, ending with all blood dematerializing from the subject and new instances appearing on the corpse. 5. 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SCP-7242 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7242 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7242 no longer appears to be a threat. Any recovered information regarding SCP-7242 is to be kept in the archives for review. These files should be updated if further information becomes available. Beyond keeping a record, no further containment proceedures can be applied. Should the wreckage of K-122 be found, it is to be immediately investigated by a mobile task force and searched for any signs of anomalous activity. Implementation of containment proceedures will depend on findings. Description: SCP-7242 was a November-Class submarine constructed in 1963 under the designation K-122. According to photographs, documentation, as well as maintenance and construction logs, there were no discernable differences between SCP-7242 and other contemporary submarines of the same model. The precise nature of the anomaly is unclear. Declassified GRU-P records have offered some insight, as well as the testimony of first officer Vasili Kestrov. Of course, these accounts are limited to what was known by all involved. The following details have been extrapolated from the available accounts: SCP-7242 appears to be connected to the submarine K-122. SCP-7242 produced a memetic effect which could affect the minds of its crew. This often resulted in visual and auditory hallucinations. It could also alter a person's memories and manipulate them. SCP-7242 had at most an extremely limited hold over K-122's systems. All machines aboard K-122 appear to function as normal, and can be operated independently of its influence. Although unconfirmed, it is possible that the anomaly's effects were only triggered while submerged. However, a series of incidents led K-122 to develop a reputation for being "cursed," although information regarding the full extent of its anomalous nature was expunged from Soviet Records. It is known that several workers were injured or killed during K-122's construction. This was often caused by sudden accidents, many of which they insisted should have been impossible. Some members of the workforce reported hearing voices or experiencing hallucinations. Despite the strange occurrences, these complaints were initially dismissed as superstition by the Soviet navy and the troubled production was covered up. During its launch, a champagne bottle was swung at K-122 which failed to break. K-122 was put under the command of Dmitri Teraskovich, a decorated Soviet Captain. Teraskovich then used his position to recruit an old friend, Vasili Kestrov, as his first officer. K-122 first left on June 30, 1963 for a three-month patrol of the Atlantic. Addendum: Kestrov's Diary June 31, 1963 We have entered open water. Current instructions are to proceed into the Northern Atlantic. It is a strange feeling. A week ago I was just another soldier in the naval infantry but Teraskovich… I guess he wanted someone he could trust. He pulled a few strings to get me transferred to this position. Seems hard to believe, but I suppose I'm doing my family proud. My family has a long naval tradition. My granfather was aboard Potemkin. I always knew this was going to happen someday, but to actually see it happen. Teraskovich did a lot to prepare me for this moment. All those years sailing with him up and down the Moscow River are proving to be very useful. The hard part is the tight environment. It's so narrow, and you're surrounded on all sides. I admit I miss the salty air of the surface, but I knew what I signed up for when I took this position. Being trapped in a tin can with 105 men can be rough, but being underwater is kind of exciting in a way. We're in deep. Not many people can say they've been where we have. Of course that would be a bit more exciting if I could actually see some of the ocean around me. If only we could have portholes. And it's easy to forget just how vast the ocean is when your days are spent with over a hundred men in a metal tube. It feels like there's more men aboard than when we left. I keep seeing faces I don't recognize, hearing names I don't remember seeing on the manifest. Sometimes it feels like crew members show up out of nowhere. But we have a lot of people on this boat. I'll have an easier time keeping track once we've spent more time together. July 2, 1963 So far K-122 has performed admirably. We surfaced in the Northern Atlantic at the co-ordinates 75°00'28.0"N 24°42'48.4"E. Teraskovich said he was proud of the crew. At dinner he brought out a bottle of champaign to share with the officers. He made a joking remark about how he'd replace all of K-122's provisions with champaign if Kruschev would allow it. But he didn't want to deny the crew any sort of reward for their hard work. We couldn't carry enough alcohol to give to the entire crew so Teraskovich had a slightly different idea. He managed to bring a record player on board, though I have no idea how. He treated it as a gift for the crew to enjoy. He also went one better- provided them with several records, mostly classical composers. They have been very excited. Morale seems to have gone up, and I think they enjoy listening to it while working. July 4, 1963 Teraskovich received new orders from command. We're expected to change course to the co-ordinates 43°55'19.9"N 59°30'30.3"W. I checked out maps- that places us off the coast of Nova Scotia. That's on the other side of the Atlantic. Seems strange that we would be asked to deploy there, but Teraskovich refused to say why. He only said that it was from the Kremlin, and that information was on a need to know basis. I hate to doubt the motherland, but why are we heading towards Canada? I know we're not on the best terms but I don't think they pose a significant threat. Do they even have nuclear missiles? There was that incident with the airplane but they're just caught in the crossfire. Surely the Kremlin doesn't hold a grudge against Canada for wanting to avoid mutually assured destruction. Something about this mission feels wrong. Nothing's adding up, but Teraskovich seems to know what he's doing. Hopefully this will all make sense eventually. July 5, 1963 Melnik came down with a sudden fever. Dr. Sobol is doing his best, but we're not sure what happened. He was fine yesterday, but this morning he suddenly collapsed. He's been claiming to see outside, into the water. This shouldn't be possible. We have no portholes. Has he somehow managed to hallucinate windows? I don't claim to understand what's going on in his mind, but it's got him worried. I tried talking to Teraskovich. He seemed indifferent, insisting Melnik's condition wasn't an issue. He told us to keep him isolated. It was hard to imagine this being the same man who gave them all Vodka just a couple days ago. July 6, 1963 Despite Sobal's efforts, the fever seems to be spreading. Now Petrov's sick. The symptoms seem to be the same, but what I find more disturbing is what he's saying. He's also claiming to hear voices from outside- as if someone's speaking to him from the ocean. That's impossible, isn't it? But he's also claimed to have seen glimpses of the outside, and supposedly seen bodies floating the water. It sounds a lot like Melnik's hallucinations. I can't help feeling worried. Surely there has to be a rational explanation for all this. Maybe Petrov just overheard Melnik and it stuck in his mind. I know there has to be a logical explanation, but there's a small part of me, like a voice in the back of my mind, that just can't shake the thought that they're right. And something really is out there. Teraskovich seems to be under a lot of pressure to finish the mission. He yelled at Sobal, demanding he "do his job" and cure Melnik and Petrov. I've known Teraskovich for twenty years, he's never once shouted at anyone like that. Whatever command wants from us, it's already taken its toll on him. July 7, 1963 I couldn't sleep last night. I thought I heard something. It almost sounded like a voice whispering into my ear, except I couldn't make out anything it was saying. Then it disappeared as soon as it happened. Then Dr. Sobal arrived at my cabin, and told me Melnik and Petrov had disappeared from the med bay. I tried getting the crew to help, but Teraskovich kept overturning my orders. Everyone I tried to ask for help, he kept telling to return to their duties. Like he didn't care about the missing crew members. We found Petrov's body in the torpedo bay. I don't know how he did it, but he somehow managed to steal a pistol from one of the officers, and shot himself. We couldn't find Melnik anywhere. How is that possible? He couldn't have jumped overboard. How many places can a person hide on a submarine while its underwater? Unless… no, that can't be right. Could Melnik have put himself into a torpedo tube? Something is wrong here. I don't know what's happening but the further we go, the more I start to think we're caught in the middle of something. July 8, 1963 Teraskovich ordered us to increase speed by 30 knots. Then he called me into his quarters. I found him sitting with a bottle of vodka, glass already poured. He handed the bottle to me. He revealed something shocking, something I'm not allowed to tell anyone. The orders he received- I suspected there was something going on but… I didn't think it would be this. It's finally happened. We all knew it was a possibility, but we secretly hoped it would never happen. Apparently America has launched a nuclear missile directly at the Kremlin. Moscow's an irradiated wasteland. Our orders were to launch our missiles at the United States. I can't believe it. It feels so surreal, but there's another part that still bothers me. Why are we moving towards Canada. Teraskovich insists it's the best launch point, but it doesn't make sense to me. We'd be better off approaching the American coastline, would we not? Whatever his reasons, this situation got a whole lot worse. I never thought I'd live to see this day. July 10, 1963 We struck something. It all happened so suddenly. One moment everything was fine. The next I heard us crash into something. The whole submarine seemed to shake beneath our feet. I was thrown to the ground. Sobal had to treat several men for injuries. It appeared we hit a mountain. Teraskovich was furious. He blamed me for it. He started calling me incopentent, and accused me of being ungrateful for getting me the First Officer position. The only problem was I checked our maps. As far as I could tell we did everything right. There shouldn't have been a mountain there. At our present co-ordinates there should have been nothing more than open water? So how did we hit a mountain? Or did we hit something else? And if so, what? We've all been on edge. I hoped this would all make sense but the further we get into this mess, the more confusing it seems to get. Teraskovich didn't want me to telling the men that their homes may have already been destroyed. By now there might be nothing left of Russia. But it seems hard to believe down here. If the situation was as bad as Teraskovich said, surely we would have begun to feel its effects by now. There has been no sign of radiation outside our reactor. The water currents seem perfectly normal. Maybe we're a little too deep, I don't know. July 11, 1963 Luckily, we are still functional despite the damage. We managed to avoid a hull breach, but I don't think we should be taking any more chances. We lost Tchaikovsky. He received a concussion when we hit the mountain. Sobal pronounced him dead this morning. Three more are in critical condition and medical supplies are limited. The crew are getting restless. Several have come to me to voice their frustration over Teraskovich. I fear I may have to choose between my captain or my crew. But there doesn't seem to be much left of Teraskovich in there. I'd like to find some way to end this without bloodshed, but that's starting to look impossible. July 12, 1963 I was on the bridge when Orlov approached. He asked if I could talk privately. I met with him in my quarters and he told me the crew have been scared. Everyone feels they're going to die and Teraskovich is refusing to listen. He mentioned being afraid of what would happen, and a sense that there was something very wrong. He claimed to feel like there was something outside, watching us. After the last few days, it didn't seem hard to believe. He finally admitted that the crew had been talking about trying to… relieve Teraskovich of his command. Much as I hated to admit it, he was too far gone. This mission was costing too much. I won't claim to like it, but it's time to act. We are going to confront Teraskovich. I doubt he will see reason, but perhaps we can restrain him until we can get back to the motherland. Maybe whatever has gotten into his mind will lose its grip and he will eventually thank us. July 13, 1963 I'm writing this in the dark, by flashlight. It looks like we're going to die down here. We're sinking. I'm not sure how deep we are, but I can feel us going down. If the worst should happen, I intend to place this journal in a watertight container and release it into the ocean. That way I can at least ensure there is a record of what happened down here, assuming anyone's left to read it. Orlov approached Teraskovich, explaining the feelings of the crew and their decision to relieve him of command. Teraskovich shot him on the spot. Next thing I knew the rest of the crew was mutinying. Teraskovich shot at least five more men before he turned to me. He called me a traitor, pointed his gun at my head. I just stood there. All my life I'd known this man. I never thought he would turn on me like this. Before he could fire, the lights went out. I ran. I didn't care where, I just had to get away from Teraskovich. I tried to feel the bulkheads around me, looking for the doors. I finally ran into Zima, who gave me a flashlight. That was when I started to realize what had happened. It wasn't just dark, it was silent. I found a few more of the men, all of them scared and confused. It looked like every system on the ship was dead. I found Kovalchuck in the engine room. I'd hoped he knew how to fix the engines, but that was where things got even worse. He told me that he's been checking everything, but can't find anything wrong. I helped him inspect the reactor- it was in perfect condition. Not even a crack. Nothing seemed to be broken, every system aboard had just shut down at the same time. When I finally had the nerve to go back to the bridge, I found Teraskovich staring through the periscope. I don't know what he expected to see at this depth, but he seemed to be fixated on something. I only ever wanted to make my family proud. I wish I could have been the son you wanted. July 14, 1968 The lights are still out. We're trapped in darkness, and our options seem hopeless. We can't even get the toilet to work, but nobody can find any mechanical fault. We might be able to ration food, but I doubt our air's going to last much longer if we can't get the filtration running. The air is growing stale. I've seen more men bedridden, and a few have already died. We can't do anything with their bodies, so now we have the stench coming through as well. But there is something about this darkness that doesn't feel natural. It's not just that we don't have light. It's somehow able to absorb the light from our flashlights. I can't light any further than right in front of me. I've also been noticing that navigating is becoming difficult. Too many of us are getting lost trying to move around. The doors aren't lining up. I tried to reach the engine room, and found myself in the galley. When I turned back the way I came I was in the torpedo bay. I haven't been able to find Teraskovich. He was on the bridge when the lights went out, but I can't seem to reach it. I tried several times, but every attempt to enter kept taking me to a different room. It's like something's changing the layout to redirect us. How is that possible? I'll prepare the container for this journal. If we get no results in the next 24 hours, I'll release it into the ocean. July 15, 1968 If ever there was such a thing as a miracle, I think we've just experienced it. I don't know how, but everything started working again. The lights suddenly came back on, the engines started running. Everything seems to be working again as if the blackout we experienced for the last two days never happened. The relief seems to have made it a little quieter, but I worry it is only a temporary calm between storms. I am relieved we may have a chance to escape this nightmare, but Teraskovich has ordered us to keep going. I wanted to resurface. I don't know how much more K-122 can take. At this point I wonder if we're not better off taking our chances in whatever radioactive wasteland the world's become. But he wouldn't listen. Instead, he told me I was relieved of command and ordered me confined to my quarters. Nobody has upheld that order, but I have a feeling it is only a matter of time before they revolt again. July 16, 1968 It finally happened. Everything's gone wrong. I can't claim to be proud of what I did, but someone had to act. Someone had to end the madness. Captain Teraskovich is dead. The man I looked up to, who taught me how to sail- his blood is on my hands. But I still can't help feeling as though he was already dead. The man I saw in those final moments was not the man who took me sailing on the Moscow River. We detected an American destroyer on the surface. But I noticed something strange. We charted its movements. It seemed to be on a regular patrol route, like nothing was happening on the surface. Now I'm faced with a shocking conclusion. Teraskovich lied. There is no war happening above us. But why would he do that? The men were getting desperate. It was the first sign of anyone who could help us. They didn't care if they were our enemies. Zima begged Teraskovich to surrender to them. He called Zima a coward and a traitor to the motherland. I tried to step in but he just shoved me aside, told me a traitor needed to be punished appropriately. I managed to grab him and wrestle his gun out of his hand. It was enough time for Zima to run. But it wasn't over yet. Not long after, Teraskovich called everyone to the Torpedo bay. When I arrived, I saw him, holding Zima. Apparently, in an act of desperation, Zima tried to contact the American ship and was caught in the act. Teraskovich claimed he was a spy giving the Americans important secrets. But I won't forget what I saw him do. He claimed to be making an example of Zima. He ordered us to watch as he opened the torpedo tube and shoved the poor kid inside, then sealed it. Then he activated the launch sequence. In that moment, something changed. I knew I had to do something. Someone had to stop the madness. I saw a wrench and suddenly a sense of rage overcame me. I waited until the Captain's back was turned and approached him. I swung the wrench with a strength I didn't know I had, right into his head. It was only when I saw his body I fully realized what I'd done. I didn't want to kill him, but how else was I to end this nightmare. With Teraskovich gone, I was now in command, and I could order the crew to surface. I went to the bridge, started giving the orders. We put everything we had into upward movement. The crew worked harder than I'd ever seen them since we left. July 17, 1963 Finally, some quiet. We have been on the surface for a day. I don't want to take any chances under the water, but everything seems to be in working order. Perhaps a drydock inspection will reveal more about what's been happening to us. For now, we're just glad to be alive. I'm writing this on the deck, with a cool breeze and fresh air. I didn't think I'd experience either again when the power went out. We laid the bodies of our fallen crew to rest. They have been given a sailors' burial. I couldn't watch as they put Teraskovich into the water. I still can't believe he's gone. We sent a distress call, and our remaining supplies should last until we are rescued. For now, I think the crew's earned about as much of a break as I can offer them. I have asked no further duties of them. I know there are going to be questions about Teraskovich's fate. I'll do my best to answer them. I doubt anyone will believe me, but what else am I going to say? For now, I'd just like to enjoy the calm waves. But I wouldn't mind a shower when we get back. I don't know what we experienced down there. I'll probably never know for sure. My imagination runs wild with speculation. I find myself picturing sea monsters from old legends, maybe that's what we crashed into. Whatever it was, it no longer seems to be affecting us, but it must be out there somewhere. Addendum: GRU-P Casefile After the remaining crew were rescued, Kestrov claimed responsibility for the death of Teraskovich. This act briefly resulted in a KGB investigation, during which Kestrov attempted to tell his account of events. Kestrov's description of anomalous occurrences was initially dismissed by the KGB, who were prepared to charge him with anti-Soviet activity for murdering a decorated officer. However, Kestrov was quietly exonerated after his account reached GRU-P officer Sergei Veronin. The following is a part of the official GRU-P report that was declassified in 1991. OSI: K-122 Approved: 16-VII-1963 Signed………….S Responsible Personel: Sergei Veronin Department Head: Captain Boris Medved Detail: K-122 is the designation of a November-class submarine deployed for a three-month patrol June 30, 1963. On July 14, 1963, K-122 was found adrift at sea with several of its crew members, including Captain Dmitri Teraskovich, dead. First Officer Vasili Kestrov described multiple strange occurrences aboard K-122. Interviews with members of his crew have presented similar accounts. See attached diary. The incident involving K-122 has resulted in blame falling upon first officer Kestrov. However, after reviewing the available evidence, I have noticed that some details of his account do not line up. Nothing in Kestrov's record provides any logical motive to kill Teraskovich. In fact, it appears he had every reason not to. I have spoken to Kestrov and collected his testimony. His account lines up with what was described and dismissed by the KGB reports, but I have noticed a few peculiarities. He claims that Teraskovich received orders to fire missiles off the coast of Nova Scotia. However, my investigation has found Captain Teraskovich was explicitly ordered to maintain radio silence for the duration of the voyage, and I have found no records indicating this rule was broken in any way. I would like to investigate this matter further. It is possible Kestrov either discovered an aquatic anomaly, or there is something anomalous about the submarine. If this is true, it could pose further danger to our fleet. We must identify it. Recommended procedure: K-122 should not be redeployed for naval use until its anomalous properties, if any, have been properly understood. Recommend K-122 be brought to a secure facility under the guise of being decommissioned due to damage sustained. Surviving crew members may be released after further questioning. Encourage them to spread rumors about a "curse" affecting the submarine. Official records indicate K-122 was decommissioned due to damage sustained on its initial voyage. In actuality, GRU-P had it brought to an undisclosed drydock for further research. The results of GRU-P's research appears to have been expunged from all known records. The final location and ultimate fate of K-122 remains unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7242" by Chickadee42, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7242. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7243 | thaumiel | ADMONITION: Episode V ADMONITION EPISODE V EXISTENTIAL ABATEMENT » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « To whom it may concern: Central Normalcy Authority Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f, "Our Foundation" of Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue, has been formally audited regarding compliance with organizational objectives outlined in Articles 0.2 and 1.7 of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement. Advance notice regarding this audit was not established, as this Iteration's Oracle position has been left vacant for several decades, with no suitable replacement representative made known to the Collective. The following report consists of recovered files regarding the Iteration in question, presented to both document this audit and evoke its verdict. The audit was manually conducted under direct supervision of Oracle-Prime, and its verdict may not be refuted. ITEM I » POSTMORTEM FILES REGARDING PRIOR TIMELINE ITERATION « SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (TERMINATION). Timeline reconstituted by Goldbaker & Associates, at significant expense. ITEM II » HAZARDOUS DOCUMENT REGARDING LOCAL PATASPHERE INSTABILITY « SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (CONTRIVANCE). Local 𐤌K ('Narrative Restructuring') Scenario avoided. ITEM III » IMPERCEPTIBLE DOCUMENT REGARDING LOCAL NOÖSPHERE INSTABILITY « SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (TRANSCENDENCE). Repair to local Noöspheric Rhizome in-progress. ITEM IV » SYSTEM FILES REGARDING DESTRUCTION OF LOCAL CYBERSPHERE « SUMMARY: Misuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (DECEIT), and ejection of additional rogue element. Iteration's Ethics Committee status unclear. ITEM V « COMPILED DOCUMENTS REGARDING EXPLICIT BREACH OF CONTRACT » NOW VIEWING Undated document from the desk of Dr. Dougall Deering. What is waste? The dictionary defines… well, nothing actually. We define. The dictionary only records our definitions. Even that term is misleading, "the dictionary," as though there were only one. Merriam-Webster probably says that waste (noun) is nothing but a useless byproduct of something better. Accurate so far as it goes, but it doesn't go nearly far enough. That's our fault. The worst kind of waste they're aware of is spent nuclear fuel, or carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. Their definition was written without having borne witness to the irreducible Nascimbenium cores powering innumerable impossible mad science projects, or the infernal combustion engines punching holes in the noözone layer with their demonosulfuric emissions. That's the kind of waste our dictionary takes into account. Metal that absorbs psychic signals and grows like cancer. Balls of backward-flowing time. Orichalcum, adamant and ectoplasm. The Colostomy from Out of Space. An endless catalogue of Anomalous fallout and excreta which only we can ameliorate, because only we can see it, because we set the world up that way. But we're getting tired of seeing it. After all this time, this endless uphill landfill-slog, we need to see clear blue sky beyond our horizon of trash. If only putting the waste out of mind could also put it out of sight. One might be forgiven for wishing that the very concept could be erased from our manifest of magic, as the gutters overflow with Anomalous ooze and the grey goo projections turn perilously proximal. One might be forgiven for wishing that the dictionary truly did define, and that by changing the definition of waste, we could change the very thing itself. But forgiveness is never guaranteed. That's what gives it meaning. Undated photograph from the files of Dr. Dougall Deering. INCIDENT REPORT AAFD-I-2028-37 DATE: 2028/09/08 FOREWORD: Minor hazardous materials breach. See attached interview transcript. RECORDING OFFICER: Dr. Nhung Ngo (Chair, Psychology and Parapsychology, Site-43) « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Dr. Dougall Deering, Chief of Acroamatic Abatement at Site-43, is sitting across from Dr. Ngo at her desk. His hands are bandaged. He is very still, as he is recovering from heavy sedation. There is a small red plastic box on the desk beside Dr. Ngo's recording device, decorated with the heraldry of a confectionery company. He is staring at it.> Dr. Ngo: We'll ease you into this. Dr. Deering: Okay. Dr. Ngo: What were you doing in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on September the 8th, 2028? Dr. Deering: Supervising a flush. Dr. Ngo: And what does that entail? <Dr. Deering's voice is flat and without affect, as though he is reciting from memory.> Dr. Deering: AAF-D is the powerhouse of 43's abatement plant. It's the single largest Anomalous waste facility ever constructed. Since the effluence crisis escalated globally, it's been doing non-stop quadruple-duty. Every few years we have to shut it down, for a period not exceeding one hour — anything longer and the whole system backs up irrecoverably — and pump the overflow into the anachronic sump below the Site. Dr. Ngo: Why? Dr. Deering: Because output is severely lagging behind input. We're overwhelmed, and we're operating on triage principles. Any substance requiring too much time or too heavy a resource commitment to abate has to be set aside as impractical, because certain other abatements are too time-sensitive to delay. Some of the Anomalous effects of the waste we process can worsen the longer they're kept in the pipeline, and that's not even getting into what it does to the pipes themselves. When we perform the flush, they're often already white-hot, or ice cold, or humming obscenities in Latin. It's always a close call, because we can't afford to do it more regularly. Not on our schedule. Dr. Ngo: So this flush resets the equipment to factory? Dr. Deering: Not hardly. It just buys us a little more time. The next flush… <Dr. Deering sighs. His tone is becoming strident.> Dr. Deering: Probably not even a year. Dr. Ngo: But you can still pump what you can't abate into the sump, right. Dr. Deering: For now. Not for much longer. It's getting full. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: You can cut to the chase now. I don't… I don't feel anything anyway. Dr. Ngo: You're on a lot of painkillers. That's normal. Dr. Deering: Sure. Dr. Ngo: Who was in charge of the flush this year? Dr. Deering: Deputy Chief of Janitorial and Maintenance Ph— Philip Eugene Deering. Deputy Chief Deering. Dr. Ngo: Your brother. Dr. Deering: My… yes. Dr. Ngo: And you were supervising him? Dr. Deering: Yes. No. I was… visiting him. Dr. Ngo: Visiting him? You work at the same facility. Dr. Deering: Yes. We've been here together for decades, but we haven't been here together at all. I never speak to him. I don't want to get into that, we just… we aren't close. Dr. Ngo: What did the two of you talk about? <Dr. Deering nods at the box on the table.> Dr. Deering: That. I found it in an old box in our parents' house, cleaning out the basement. I thought he'd like to have it. I bought it for him from the general store when we were children. Dr. Ngo: May I? Dr. Deering: Go on. <Dr. Ngo picks up the toy. It consists of a single sliding compartment. She slides it out, then back in, then back out again. She shrugs.> Dr. Ngo: What does it do? <Dr. Deering smiles faintly.> Dr. Deering: It makes things disappear. Dr. Ngo: What? Dr. Deering: Put something in it. Your pin, maybe. <Dr. Ngo unclips her Site-43 badge pin and places it inside the compartment. She closes it. She opens it again. The pin is missing. She closes and opens the compartment several more times. The pin is still missing.> Dr. Ngo: How does it work? Dr. Deering: It's magic. I'm an occultist, you know. Dr. Ngo: Did you end up giving it to him? Dr. Deering: No. Dr. Ngo: What happened instead? Take your time. Dr. Deering: I'm not as familiar with the layout of F-D as I used to be. They've had to make a lot of changes to keep up with the pressure. There was a valve… Dr. Ngo: On the junction between the… <Dr. Ngo checks her notes.> Dr. Ngo: …orphic and ambichronological outflow pipes. What does that mean? Dr. Deering: Two very different types of esoteric effluence in side-by-side conduits. There's a junction connecting them with a series of impregnable stoppers operated by remote control, for combining their contents under specific emergency circumstances. Intermixing in rigorously-controlled amounts to neutralize both in the case of an overflow. The valve is only there to allow manual access during accidents, since it's impossible to do this with the appropriate level of care by hand. It shouldn't have moved just because I bumped into it. Dr. Ngo: So why did it? Metal fatigue? Dr. Deering: Maybe. Every individual facility is suffering from budget crunch, and the equipment is aging rapidly. But no… no, I think we were actually in the early stages of a total collapse already, and this was just the first sign. Those pipes were full to bursting, when they should have been almost empty… Dr. Ngo: Are you suggesting they hadn't been flushed properly? Dr. Deering: No. I don't… I can't see how. Look, they're under a lot of pressure, the people who work in AcroAbate. And the materials are unpredictable. There could have been some sort of duplicative reaction. The point is, there was a lot more effluence in the system than expected, and a lot of it's still in there now. It might have come blasting out anyway, even if I hadn't hit the valve. <Dr. Deering sighs.> Dr. Deering: But I did, so it happened the way it did. But it didn't make a difference, it definitely didn't really make a difference. Dr. Ngo: What happened next? Dr. Deering: The materials mixed inappropriately, and the orphic outflow instantly became every version of itself it had ever been: before, during, and after abatement, simultaneously. It looked like an army of technicolour ghosts all melted together, bursting out of the pipes like steam. Dr. Ngo: And then? Dr. Deering: And then Phil… Deputy Chief Deering, headed for the suction pump controls near the break. Every room and corridor in the entire facility has these controls; all he had to do was turn a single handle and all the emergent phenomena would get sucked into the sinkhole without further incident. Dr. Ngo: But that's not what happened. Dr. Deering: No. Instead, he was met halfway by some… thing, which manifested behind him, between us, away from the ghostflow. Something writhing, ethereal. It sucked up most of the airborne effluence, then crunched itself down to his size… I could hear the crunching, and then— Dr. Ngo: You don't have to r— Dr. Deering: <shouting> And then it moved right through him, overlaid itself on him, coiled around him and started to shrink. And his eyes rolled back, his skin shrivelled in against his bones and split where his organs were, and they burst out of him, and he melted into a pile of… all over the floor… and it was gone, and he was… <Dr. Deering heaves ineffectually, hyperventilating for several seconds before recovering.> Dr. Deering: I don't think he felt it. Dr. Ngo: And then you turned the handle yourself. Dr. Deering: I don't remember. Dr. Ngo: It was captured on camera. <Dr. Ngo gestures at Dr. Deering's hands.> Dr. Ngo: It's how that happened. The controls were compromised. The ghosts were out too long. Dr. Deering: I don't remember. Dr. Ngo: You've been traumatized, of course— Dr. Deering: If you got it all on camera, why drag me through this again? Dr. Ngo: I needed to hear your version for the report. Dr. Deering: My…? My version? What the fuck does that mean? Dr. Ngo: It's just standard procedure, doctor. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Ngo: How do I get my pin back? Dr. Deering: Shake it to the left. Hard. <Dr. Ngo shakes the box, then opens the compartment. She retrieves her button, and reaffixes it to her jacket.> Dr. Deering: It was never gone. A slide to the right, and a little mirror to hide the evidence. No magic at all. <Dr. Deering shakes his head.> Dr. Deering: Just a trick. « END TRANSCRIPT » AFTERWORD: This interview reaffirmed Dr. Deering's testimony in the immediate aftermath of the accident, in which he reported the presence of a rogue entity unrelated to the overflowing materials and responsible for his brother's death. No personnel reviewing the security camera footage of the incident are able to perceive said entity, even under mnestic treatment. On the recommendation of Dr. Ngo and Chief Torosyan-Deering of Janitorial and Maintenance, Dr. Deering has been prescribed one year's mandatory mental health leave. Item#: SCP-7243 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: absentia Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo subclass: gödel status: truculent {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X, Site-43. ✖ ASSIGNED DEPARTMENTS PROJECT LEADS Parachronology, P. M. Center, Logistics Branch Acroamatic Abatement, Applied Occultism Sections Place H. MD., PhD., O5-8 (ADVISOR) ASSIGNED SITES RESEARCH HEADS Site-43, Various Chief Dougall A. Deering, Dir. Ilse Reynders, PhD.(21) S. C. PROCEDURES: SCP-7243 must, and must only, abate acroamatic waste materials which do not exist;.Absentia-Class Anomalies are employed by the Foundation in ensuring the absence of non-existent phenomena. it cannot, under any circumstances, be used to neutralize anything measurably extant. This procedure is a factual result of SCP-7243's operation, and requires no active maintenance. Minimization of existing esoteric effluence is achieved, globally, by strict adherence to the following procedures: All contained Anomalies must undergo regular inspection to monitor trends in production of Anomalous waste byproducts; All such trends must be reviewed by Acroamatic Abatement personnel to determine existential abatement qualification; Candidates generating effluence with sufficient frequency, quantity, and/or toxicity are designated SCP-7243-A; Each affected containment facility must coordinate the installation of secure waste collection and storage mechanisms, as needed; Each SCP-7243-A's respective waste collection system must remain active if, and only if, it spontaneously ceases generating waste; If any SCP-7243-A spontaneously resumes generating waste, its collection system must be deactivated, and Logistics immediately notified; The Logistics Branch must maintain a global network of consolidation and supply lines for transport of non-existent.For clarity: all components of this network must be designed to securely handle full payloads of volatile acroamatic material, despite the fact that these payloads will be absent, and the entire network will handle precisely nothing. effluence to Site-43; All acroamatic material in absentia must be voided, from empty containers, into SCP-7243's central aperture. Members of ATF Digamma-7243 are remanded to the grounds of Site-43, and may not leave without obtaining express permission from Research Head / Taskforce Commander Dr. Ilse Reynders. What is waste? Waste is when a thing full of life and promise, a thing of beauty, is obliterated before its full potential is realized. Waste is snuffing out a light in our darkest hour. Waste is death. And I am going to kill it. Undated photographs extracted from a malfunctioning personal camera. Metadata unrecoverable. ADDENDUM 7243/I: Scientific Context ACROAMATIC ABATEMENT AND YOU: IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, DO NOT BREAK GLASS In submission to the Foundation Academic Consortium by Dr. Ilse Reynders, PhD. in hexadecuplicate 2026/08/05 Abstract In principle, the Foundation only considers neutralization of Anomalous phenomena where containment is infeasible and un-containment is undesirable; generally, if one Anomaly produces another, that new phenomenon should also be contained and studied. When these by-products are generated continuously, however, their containment will eventually become infeasible, and so the criteria is met for their disposal. Mass containment facilities (particularly those specializing in biological containment) are already equipped with immense infrastructures for disposing of conventional waste. Unfortunately, these systems cannot contend with unconventional waste, the esoteric properties of which may eventuate any number of unforeseen issues. Each year, innumerable breaches are caused by the reaction of multiple Anomalous substances in spaces they should never have occupied in the first instance — garbage dumpsters, sewage tanks, ventilation systems and the like. This leaves our most crucial Sites with the issue of storing, transporting, and neutralizing large concentrations of volatile esoteric effluence, on a case-by-case basis, for an arbitrary number of Anomalies, with arbitrary properties, ad infinitum. This is the ever-progressing front on which Acroamatic Abatement does battle. It attempts to generalize the problems of safe storage, transport, and amelioration for arbitrary acroamatic waste. These are extremely messy problems to solve, and not just in the practical sense: Theoretically, Acroamatic Abatement deals in the development of containment and neutralization techniques for all possible Anomalous effects, and accounting for their potential interactions with all other Anomalous effects. At time of writing, no singular inciting element has been identified as the cause to which the entire known range of Anomalous phenomena can be attributed; in the opinion of this acroamaticist, no such element exists. Definitionally, Anomalies subvert generally-accepted models of how reality works, and so their classification is determined by whether they are congruent with our limited human understanding — there is no "Swann boson" (Pickman et. al, 2021) or similar phenomenon that grants a substance the quality of defying expectation. It is, therefore, impossible to develop a comprehensive technique which can strip any arbitrary substance of its Anomalous properties with certainty, short of developing rigorous scientific explanations for those properties and conveying them pedagogically to the human populace entire. As such, the primary approach of Acroamatic Abatement has been to group esoteric substances into broad classes based on their properties, developing containment and treatment strategies for each class and subclass therein. This classification system is necessarily non-rigorous, and cannot comprehensively describe all acroamatic material (for reasons aforementioned), but a more effective model has yet to be developed. […] END ADDENDUM The following hard-copy correspondence transpired between Dr. Dougall Deering and Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering prior to the proposal of SCP-7243. [CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING] You killed my husband. [DR. DEERING] I couldn't save him. If I'd had even one second to react, I would have. I'm sorry the system let him down, let you down. I'm sorry we let it decline so far and so fast. At this point we can't even begin to predict how these increasingly volatile materials will interact with each other and our obsolete equipment. The entity which killed Philip could have resulted from any number of vectors; it will never be possible to blame any one in specific. All we can do is rededicate ourselves to the cause he gave his life for, do it better, do it more efficiently, do it right. [CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING] You killed my husband. You. Only you. [DR. DEERING] Amelia, nobody on Earth understands what you lost the way I do, and so I understand if you need someone to blame. I'm in charge of AcroAbate, and whatever happens under that umbrella is on me. That's the job. But we can't lose sight of the fact that what killed Philip was an extreme statistical outlier under nobody's control, a nasty twist of fate that we can't even comprehend, let alone measure or mete out justice to. After all of our efforts, things like that still exist. They're even multiplying. If we dwell on our mistakes, they'll overtake us. We can't give up on our quest to figure out where all of this is coming from, and how to send it back there. If we do, it wins. If it wins, Philip died for nothing. [CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING] You can't even call him your brother. Not even in a letter. Take responsibility for once in your life, you smug sack of shit! There never was any entity. You're the only one who claims to have seen it, and whatever you might believe, you're not that fucking important. You know what Phil told me when I asked if you were coming to his Deputy Chief promo? "Probably not. He'd be too ashamed." And you know what else? He'd internalized that for so long, he didn't even think to be sad about it. It was just the way things were, to him. I think that's when I realized I was going to have to hate you, well before you finally did something to really, truly earn it. You're incapable of facing up to anything you think reflects poorly on you, so you make up excuses for why you shouldn't have to. Can't attend the ceremony because of a scheduling conflict, not because you can't stand admitting you share DNA with a glorified janitor. Can't come to the wedding because it's even worse seeing more janitor blood seeping into the family. Can't take a break from dissolving parathylene like the single-minded industrious little worm that you are to allow even a single genuine moment of base human connection. Can't admit you bumblefucked into a piece of sensitive equipment because you were too preoccupied with the cleverness of your weak, self-centred peace offering, and killed the only person on the planet who ever had even the tiniest scrap of respect for you. Let me tell you something, Dougall Deering. Philip never reflected poorly on you. You reflect poorly on him, perpetual present tense, and to his infinite credit that never crossed his mind. [DR. DEERING] What can I do to make this right? To convince you that I've only ever been trying to help? I gave my life to this project. I'd do anything to see it through. Tell me! You think I don't respect you? You're the best sanitation engineer in a facility full of certified geniuses. Give me a goal, a selfless one, something Philip would have been proud to see achieved, and I will show you I've never in my life been more determined. [CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING] You want a goal? Fine, here's your goal. NO MORE WASTE. [DR. DEERING] Okay. [DR. DEERING] I'm working on it. I want you to know that. [DR. DEERING] You were right about a lot of things. We need perspective. We need to get creative. [DR. DEERING] I can see it on the horizon. [DR. DEERING] I'm going to need your help to see this through. We can make it a monument to his memory. Please pick up the phone. [DR. DEERING] He was my brother, Amelia, and I loved him. You and I are all that's left of what he was — plus whatever legacy we leave in his name. [CHIEF TOROSYAN-DEERING] Come to me with a plan, or not at all. In parallel with this exchange, Dr. Deering engaged in frequent email correspondence with Place H. MD., PhD. The final entries in this chain are attached below. Dr. McDoctorate, Look. I understand that you're dividing your energies between a great many projects right now, and you think my requests are a distraction. I'm telling you this from a position of absolute expertise and certainty: you want to be involved in this. You've left me on read because you know that your time is at a premium. I'm telling you that you don't know the half of it. Your time is short. We can't ignore the AcroAbate problem anymore, or it's going to be our species' meteor strike. I'm the only one with the drive to deflect this thing hanging over our heads. You're trying to save the world for the third, fourth, fifth time? I have just one question for you. Are you content with it being your last? — DD Dr. Deering, Let's talk. — PHMD AAF-X, overhead schematic. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7243 is the Deering-Placeholder Latent Existential Abatement (DePLExA) Engine, an advanced industrial eigenmachine designed for comprehensive mass disposal of generalized esoteric waste. It is housed within Acroamatic Abatement Facility Exactus (AAF-X), the nethermost structure of subterranean Research and Containment Site-43. AAF-X is the largest waste processing facility on Earth, and is responsible for a ~95% decrease in global acroamatic waste production. From the baseline perspective, SCP-7243 processes no waste. Rather than actively detoxifying esoteric effluence, DePLExA performs a novel acroamatic abatement procedure which ensures the non-existence of any effluence which it would be used to abate. Were any substance to be deposited into SCP-7243, the following would occur: that substance would instantly be annihilated, retrocausally, from all of spacetime; the substance then would never have existed at all, and thus could not have been deposited into SCP-7243 in the first place; this scenario would generate a buildup of retrocausal quanta.A general term encompassing anti-chronons, malignant narremes, and related phenomena. which, if left unchecked, would induce a ZK-Class temporal paradox; SCP-7243 would absorb the imminent paradox and redirect its quanta into the immediate past, colliding with the paradoxical substance, causing its annihilation; thus a stable time loop would form, wherein the substance's non-existence is self-justifying. As such (from the baseline perspective), SCP-7243 prevents the creation of any esoteric effluence which it would practically be used to neutralize. So long as the supply lines necessary to deliver acroamatic materials from their sources to SCP-7243 remain fully operational, no such materials will ever be produced. SCP-7243-A collectively designates all Anomalies for which supply lines to SCP-7243 have been instated. To date, 97% of all effluence-generating.Technically no longer effluence-generating, with occasional exceptions. Anomalies comprise SCP-7243-A. The following transcript is excerpted from the Cliometria.aic automatic audio logs for the Site-43 Acroamatic Abatement Section. Audio was recorded shortly after SCP-7243's initial approval. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Chief Torosyan-Deering is paging through a set of schematics and shaking her head.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: This… is insane. Dr. Deering: Right? Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, I mean, this is insane. You are insane. This will never work. Best case scenario, Temporal Anomalies has to assassinate you last week. Dr. Deering: It's just math, Amelia. You can do the math, I know you can. One minus one doesn't equal the end of the world, it equals zero. Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's not the math you're proposing. This is, what… one plus minus one equals minus one plus one? Dr. Deering: See? You get it. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Fuck off. But how can you build something capable of doing this? Dr. Deering: That's why I brought Place on board. He's assured me we can effectuate the relevant chronomechanics exactly as written. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Without completely screwing the timestream? You see why that's a top-level concern, right? Dr. Deering: The timeplane is our top-level concern, technically. But yes, of course I understand the gravity of this proposal. We've consulted with Reynders. It's viable. The failsafes are foolproof. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Proven by certified fools. This is a mistake. This is all going to come crashing down. Dr. Deering: Not if it's built properly. With redundancies. Structural support. Rigorous stress testing. The absolute best engineering we have available. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're sucking up to me. You're actually… unbelievable. Dr. Deering: This is the answer, Amelia. This is how we kill waste. Chief Torosyan-Deering: More like— Dr. Deering: Or maybe it kills us, all of us, because you were too busy being angry at one man to put in the work of protecting the entire human race. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: Because we're doing this. We need to do this. You can squander your talents building cisterns and pipelines for acres of gunk we'll never be able to wade through, while I put together this perfect solution imperfectly, if that's what you think is best. We can both fail to fix it all, together and not together. Or… <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: These fatigue rating factors are all wrong. « END TRANSCRIPT » OPERATIONAL MECHANICS: SCP-7243 only abates materials which do not exist. Conversely, any material which does measurably exist cannot be processed by SCP-7243. This is no flaw of the Engine's design — by virtue of existing, any observable substance is predestined to never be processed by SCP-7243, and must be abated by conventional means. Attempts to deposit existent materials into SCP-7243 are invariably futile, as some sequence of events will inevitably transpire such that those materials never reach SCP-7243's central aperture. Such events statistically manifest as logistical failures. For instance: an anti-esoteric shipping crate containing a quantity of undetected effluence is loaded onto a cargo ship en route to Site-43. If stored above-deck, the crate might fall overboard; if below, the ship might sink or encounter critical issues mid-voyage. As the crate grows nearer to AAF-X, the exact circumstances preventing its eradication become increasingly chaotic and disastrous. CONTINGENCIES: Fortunately, the hypothetical instance described above is impossible. If a container (or transport vessel) possesses any amount of effluence, it must fail to reach AAF-X, and so its entire payload will exist..Or the effluence is destined to be detected beforehand and preemptively removed before shipping; or it will go undetected but spill out of its container in transit; et cetera. Full waste containers can be reliably detected and rerouted. ATF Digamma-7243 ("Out Of Sight") By continuously monitoring the production (and lack thereof) of all esoteric waste, globally, Acroamatic Abatement personnel cross-reference spontaneous abatement failures with Logistics' effluence collection and transportation network, thereby predicting precisely where further logistical failures are most likely to occur. These failures can then be preemptively avoided — the relevant effluence must still be redirected to backup facilities, but their corresponding supply lines can be temporarily halted and inspected for faults. In this way, SCP-7243's behavior 'warns' the Foundation of any impending event which would (and must) prevent the transportation of extant effluence to AAF-X. SCP-7243 is also highly sensitive to local chronological shift, and — should such a shift occur — it is configured to reference the causal dependencies of its surroundings in order to reinforce its own chronology. The Parachronology Division has identified seven personnel (Dr. Dougall Deering, Technician Philip Deering, Dr. Place H. MD., Dir. Allan McInnis, Dr. Nhung Ngo, Dr. Ilse Reynders, Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering) on whose actions SCP-7243 is causally dependent; in case of impending XK-Class Event, due either to external influence or some internal malfunction, it is crucial that these individuals (or their remains, where applicable) remain proximal to AAF-X. For this purpose, the aforementioned (surviving) individuals have been organized into Applied Task Force Digamma-7243, indefinitely stationed within Site-43, and provided amenities to minimize departures. As performing referential calculations imposes a significant electrical drain on the Site-43 local power grid, the device will only perform this check automatically once every three days. Shift detection may be instigated manually at any time by the Chief of Applied Occultism. ORIGIN: In Q4 2029, following an extended leave of absence, Applied Occultism Chief Dougall A. Deering returned to duty with newfound interest in novel acroamatic abatement techniques. Dr. Deering submitted several project proposals advocating for the creation of experimental abatement mechanisms based upon various parascientific theories; all such proposals were denied for either (or both) excessive cost or lack of methodological confidence. In Q1 2031, a denied proposal was selected for reconsideration by Esoteric Polymath.An administrative and research position of parascientific advisory to Overseer Council, permitting Dr. PHMD. to authorize and oversee various projects as needed. Place. H. MD., PhD., who noted that the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center for Multidisciplinary Studies had verified Dr. Deering's relevant findings at scale. Jointly backed by the P. M. Center and the Parachronology Division, the project was retroactively approved. Construction began Q2 2031 under the engineering supervision of Janitorial and Maintenance Section Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering, and was completed Q2 2032. What is waste? Sometimes it's a good thing. Heat shedding, for example. We work off our excess physical energy into sweat, its mental equivalent into a job well done. We radiate the remainder over time, or convect it into the winds of change, or else conduct it into the cold spaces between warm bodies. Stabilizing the interval, preventing burnout. Waste can be transformative. The following documents exhibited temporary alteration (from the perspective of your Timeline) during and as the direct result of a local perceptual shift. For the purposes of this report, they are presented as they appeared during the timeframe they describe. Extracting local iterations of these documents may provide additional context. ADDENDUM 7243/II: Dissociation Event.Timestamps have been irretrievably corrupted via the substitution of nonprinting characters in the source document, likely as one result of the events described therein. INCIDENT 6488-D/II (Full Report) DATE: 2036/04/17 — /21 FOREWORD: inexplicable error occurred while generating passage « BEGIN LOG » 04/17 1█:█3 | Research Site-79 (Tokushima, Japan) reports the production of extant effluence by several SCP-7243-A instances. Logistics is notified and begins rerouting extant effluence to various fallback sites. 04/17 █7:██ | Site-79 reports full production of effluence by all (respective) SCP-7243-A instances, indicating a comprehensive failure of its dedicated supply line within ~80 hours. Logistics halts relevant operations for immediate inspection. 04/18 0█:0█ | Containment Site-50 (Tokyo, Japan) reports full production of effluence by all (respective) SCP-7243-A instances, indicating a collective failure of Japan's dedicated supply lines. Additional Logistics personnel are deployed for inspection. 04/18 09:██ — ██:47 | Logistics is unable to discern cause of eventual supply failure. Local fallback abatement facilities have exceeded capacity; supply lines are resumed to redirect excess effluence to Australian fallback sites. Within the following 8-hour duration, Containment Sites-36, -45, -84 report full production of effluence, indicating a complete failure of all dedicated supply lines across Asia, Australia, and Eastern Europe. 04/19 █0:█3 | Logistics is unable to deploy sufficient personnel for situational assessment. Acroamatic Abatement personnel are notified of an impending event of unclear nature, and begin rigorous inspection of AAF-X and relevant delivery systems (while still operational). 04/19 17:█0 | Various Foundation facilities across Western Europe begin to report similar failures of existential abatement. Acroamatic Abatement personnel discover that these failures have been occurring at a roughly consistent rate; the effect appears to be spreading outward, radially, from Site-79. 04/20 ██:38 | Total existential abatement failure reported across all Sites outside North America. Overwatch Command and Parachronology are informed of an impending global abatement failure of unknown origin. Emergency transport contingencies are immediately activated worldwide to alleviate near-critical buildups of extant effluence. Parachronology begins lateral chronological analysis protocol to determine likelihood of chronological or other reality-shift. ATF Digamma-7243 are immediately called to their posts within AAF-X. 04/20 ██:21 | Due to loss of .AIC-powered communication encryption services (via RAIDFRAME VIII), Chinese militia groups intercept Logistics' communications regarding the ongoing emergent scenario. Mainland China's government refuses entry to Logistics' transport vessels, citing direct order of the Global Occult Coalition. Contingency systems are unable to account for critical buildup of esoteric substances, resulting in a catastrophic hazardous materials breach. Sites-50, -79 are lost. 04/20 █8:4█ | Facilities across North America's Western Coast begin to experience existential abatement failure. Acroamatic Abatement corrects their prior analysis, having determined that the predicted locus of failure is not Site-79, but Site-43, in reverse order of proximity. All but one of ATF Digamma-7243 have reported to AAF-X. The following SMS correspondence occurs between Taskforce Commander Dr. Reynders and Place H. MD., PhD.: R: Get back here immediately. Give me your ETA as soon as you know it. R: We need you. NOW R: Where are you R: Don't you dare forward my calls. I am not to be ignored. R: PICK UP YOUR PHONE P: When do you need me there? R: NOW. PICK UP THE PHONE P: I'm busy. I've got a time-traveling, universe-hopping teleportation machine. I'm sure I'll be where I need to be, when I need to be. R: What the HELL is wrong with you? UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES will you fly into the eye of an esoteric hurricane with that THING R: WHY ARE YOU AT 87 R: PICK UP 04/20 2█:██ | The Logistics Branch is unable to discern procedural cause of failure. The Acroamatic Abatement Section is unable to discern any fault in AAF-X's operation, or that of the DePLExA Engine itself. Parachronology is unable to detect any symptoms of imminent CK-Class, ZK-Class, or other XK-Class event. The Temporal Anomalies Department forecasts a 0% probability of any impending reality shift, chronological shift, temporal pivot, timeline branch, timeline merge, or other possible cause of SCP-7243 malfunction. The Temporality Annex is unresponsive. 04/21 0█:0█ | The Astronomy Department reports sudden activity from SCP-179. It holds its head in its hands, apparently sobbing. Meaning unclear. 04/21 01:██ | Total existential abatement failure has occurred across all relevant facilities, except those within ~1000km of Site-43. Several more fallback facilities have failed; contingency systems are beyond capacity. Further SMS correspondence occurs between Dr. Reynders and Dr. PHMD.: R: Neither of us is stupid. I know what you are. I know you've been planning something. R: You may have everyone else fooled. But if we live to see tomorrow, know this: R: I'm going to stop you. Implications unclear. 04/21 █2:██ | With no discernable indication of the impending event's nature, it is presumed by default that some oblique malfunction of SCP-7243 will be responsible. Dr. Reynders proposes the deactivation of SCP-7243 immediately following the delivery of all remaining effluence in absentia, as those non-materials must be voided into its aperture to prevent a ZK-Class temporal paradox. 04/21 █4:3█ | O5 Council reports that extra-universal parties and contingency groups are entirely unresponsive. Emergency Protocol "VEILBREAK" enacted; all available resources redirected toward abatement, cleanup and contingency efforts. SCP-2000 activated in standby mode. 04/21 0█:█7 | Dr. Reynders convenes remotely with O5 Council; she is incidentally informed of blacksite Facility-6488, in which RAIDFRAME VIII (LOTUS) is housed. She is then informed of the true nature of LOTUS' origin and operation, as well as its imminent planned deactivation. Dr. Reynders attempts to warn the Council of the potential ramifications of LOTUS' deactivation, but the connection is abruptly terminated by unknown means. 04/21 ██:14 | Further correspondence between Dr. Reynders and Dr. PHMD.: P: You know how it goes. 04/21 06:██ | Dr. Reynders proceeds to disassemble and jury-rig nearby terminal components into a makeshift broadcast system. She attempts to hail Facility-6488 and all nearby Sites, calling for any available respondents. But nobody came. 04/21 0█:2█ | As the final wastecarte approaches SCP-7243's central aperture, all remaining ATF personnel and maintenance technicians prepare for the first ever complete deactivation of AAF-X. 04/21 █6:██ | LOTUS begins its deactivation sequence, causing an unprecedented release of highly deviant artificial intelligences into various digital systems, globally and beyond. 04/21 █6:█9 | SCP-7243 successfully commences shutdown. No faults are detected. Dr. Deering begins arguing with Dr. Reynders, maintaining the position that their deactivation of SCP-7243 is the very event which retroactively caused global existential abatement failure. 04/21 █6:██ | ███X-MCD/II (the "Paradox Exodus Engine") is co-opted by rogue AI, causing it and Dr. PHMD.'s demanifestation from consensus reality. Dr. Reynders' further attempts to contact him are unsuccessful. 04/21 ██:██ | Dr. Deering is interrupted mid-harangue by the spontaneous re-activation of SCP-7243. All internal cores hyper-activate, triggering chronological reinforcement contingency protocols. Dr. Reynders orders the immediate shutdown of SCP-7243 via analog manual override. Maintenance personnel report confusion as AAF-X's P. A. system broadcasts conflicting instructions in a near-perfect imitation of Dr. Reynders' voice. 04/21 ██:██ | Dr. Deering approaches Chief Torosyan-Deering, procures a heavily modified TAD jumpwatch from his uniform pocket, and begins tapping it in frantic rhythm. Dr. Reynders exclaims, pulling Dr. Deering toward herself and attempting to stop him. The device activates, causing both to disappear. 04/21 ██:██ | As SCP-7243's latent stores of extant effluence (and paradoxically-reinstated non-effluence) approach critical recondicity, an intense red hue begins to permeate AAF-X. Multiple possible iterations of Drs. McInnis and Ngo manifest and overlap, signaling an imminent Copenhagen decoherence event. Chief Torosyan-Deering vocalizes distress, and quickly exits AAF-X. 04/21 ██:██ | Local time (as measured by all electronic devices) cycles rapidly through the calendar year. SCP-7243's scheduled automatic reference check triggers one hundred and twenty-two times in quick succession. Apparitions of Dr. Deering, who remains absent, attempt to override this every three seconds. In his absence between attempts, the override is deemed inauthentic. The device is unable to locate sufficient anchors for its definitive chronology, and is forced to utilize a probabilistic metric; multiple attempted microadjustments overlap in local spacetime. A large film projector reel manifests within Dr. Ngo's skull, killing her instantly. Iterations of Dr. McInnis draw concealed weapons and fire upon each other simultaneously. Maintenance personnel begin to sever their own fingers, and uncontrollably consume the lost blood. 04/21 ██:██ | A fourth sublevel manifests between Site-43 and AAF-X, containing two elderly humanoid figures. They are immediately aerosolized by ambient thaumic bloom and incorporated into a coruscating halo suffusing the bedrock. Acroamatic decontainment events increase in frequency and severity sevenfold. 04/21 ██:██ | Chief Torosyan-Deering sprints down a narrow hallway toward the Emergency Acroamatic Redundancy Bunker. She trips over the corpse of Chief A. Torosyan-Deering, and is knocked unconscious by the fall. 04/21 ██:██ | SCP-7243 initiates chronological reinforcement. SCP-7243 explodes. SCP-7243 implodes. SCP-7243 is The Breach That Keeps On Breaching. SCP-7243 is THEREISNOCANNON. The DePLExA Engine is not itself. SCP-7243 was a 130 sqft room located inside Provisional Outpost-A904, a faux two-story home in suburban Garrett Park, Maryland, USA. SCP-7243 is EXISTENTIAL ABATEMENT. SCP-7243 will be The Common (?) Denominator. SCP-7243 is what you've all been waiting for. SCP-7243 must not exist. SCP-7243 must exist. SCP-7243 is the infinite deaths of Philip Eugene Deering. SCP-7243 is the infinite failures of Dougall Alton Deering. SCP-7243 is an anti-idea, a cosmic joke, a tumorous idol, a recursive deceit. So are we all. 04/21 ██:██ | CONNECTION LOST / CONNECTION GAINED / CONNECTION TERMINATED / CONNECTION AMELIORATED / C <ERR CODE: Bad Connection> « END LOG » AFTERWORD: inexplicable error occurred while generating passage nx-7243_provisi_i nx-7243_provisi_ii nx-7243 DESIGNATION: Nx-7243 CIVILIAN DESIGNATION: <inexplicable error occurred> POPULATION: <inexplicable error occurred> AREA CLASS: <inexplicable error occurred> INTERACTION PROTOCOL: PENDING ASSIGNED FACILITIES: <inexplicable error occurred> DESCRIPTION: Nexus-7243 is a region of unclear nature occupying an absence of an absence of geographical location Nexus-7243 is a region of physical space Nexus-7243 appears to be a hypothesized region of physical space for which no meaningful data can be perceived Nexus-7243 constitutes a lack of area in which existed the concept of a clock enfolding all succession in time Nexus-7243 describes a localized phenomenon preventing the perception and communication of any attempted truth statement regarding its "Nexus-7243" is a designation. This designation was created to reference a location "Nexus-7243" was created to designate a vague absence of location; an everything into which no pattern can scream This designation (hereafter AO-"NX-7243") was created to facilitate communication regarding its reference. However, AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is rendered impossible, as it is subject to an intense dissociative effect. Any attempt to propagate data regarding AO-"NX-7243"'s reference is targeted by the This effect appears to permeate data regarding any location AO-"NX-7243" might reference The effect is self-affecting The effect cannot meaningfully be described AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is inhibited by an effect. Said inhibition is not apparently caused by any of the following effects, in isolation: lesser antimemetic effect (un-retainable) greater antimemetic effect (incomprehensible) semiontological hazard cognitohazard narrativohazard localized micro-CK-Class "communicative retcon" miscellaneous chronological shift extra-Noöspherism the 'Deletion effect' ontokinesis # note to self: review other dept analyses before publishing file Due to the recent influx of highly deviant artificial intelligences, the role of digital subterfuge in the effect cannot be ruled out; supposing there is none, it would stand to reason that AO-"NX-7243"'s intended usage is inhibited at a fundamental informational level, possibly a macroscopic quantum phenomenon. This inhibition extends to any alternative designation which would share its item of reference with that of AO-"NX-72 In any case, the phenomenon propagates to any term whose intended function is uniquely and practically similar to that of AO-"NX-7243". ORIGIN: can't contain the set of all possible square pegs within the set of all possible round holes # fuck it — this is either above or below my pay grade # good luck figuring out which — Dr. E. Forkley Director of Miscommunications DESIGNATION: Nx-7243 AREA CLASS: Ohanna INTERACTION PROTOCOL: Save her. ASSIGNED FACILITIES: <inexplicable error occurred> FOREWORD: I've been with the Foundation long enough to recognize when I'm only begrudgingly consulted, and that's what's happening here. Despite the fact that I am the world's premier expert on the present subject, despite my possession of firsthand knowledge regarding the disaster which rendered it supposedly indescribable, and despite my persistent entreaties to be looped into the research and containment process, I have been stonewalled at every turn until the utmost end of alternative resources. I, Dr. Dougall Alton Deering, once stood at the head of a scientific project second in importance to none on this Earth. We faced an Anomalous waste crisis of unprecedented and ever-escalating scale, and my staff and I were charged with its amelioration. Here is my precise, cogent, one hundred percent accurate explanation of how that worked — and what, through no fault of my own, went wrong with it. DESCRIPTION: Site-43 is the designation for a facility constructed one kilometre beneath Ipperwash Provincial Park in Lambton County, Ontario, Canada for research and containment operations, the most vital of which was the advancement of Acroamatic Abatement: neutralization of esoteric effluence. Site-43 contained four of the most advanced AcroAbate facilities on Earth, though there existed multiple satellite facilities at other Sites and Areas internationally. Our tireless efforts resulted in a stalemate with this implacable opponent, until in a moment of personal inspiration I was able to devise a novel abatement method which could permanently terminate the matter in question via the application of advanced parascience. I enlisted the aid of Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering to construct a device we termed the DePLExA Engine, after consultation with various external experts (including Dr. Ilse Reynders and Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate). The device eventuated my prime aspiration for Anomalous waste: that it be conceptually erased from existence, as though it had never existed in the first place. Effluence went into the engine, and nothing came out, and retrocausally nothing went in, resulting in a paradox that powered the machine itself. It was elegant, flawless, and effective. We had beaten back the beast. We had ended the crisis. My shortsighted consultants — or if not shortsighted, then actively malicious — caused the device to be deactivated at a critical moment. This allowed the original course of causality to retroactively resume, and we experienced a total effluence maximalization effect unabated by any other mechanisms, which in short order caused Site-43 and Nexus-94 within which it is situated to be stricken from consensus reality. Chief Torosyan-Deering and I witnessed these events. I attempted to escape with her in order to help coordinate disaster mitigation and relief efforts, but Dr. Reynders interfered in a selfish bid to preserve her own existence and we were instead transported from the facility together. The conceptually null space you call Nexus-7243 is Site-43 and Nexus-94. They still exist. And it is my duty to restore them. Unlike my colleagues, I do NOT shirk my responsibilities. # It doesn't matter whether anyone else can parse this # It's the CORRECT version of the file — Dr. D. Deering Chief of Acroamatic Abatement Chair of Applied Occultism Dr. Deering, While we appreciate your submission, we are not a recreational library. As you know, the accuracy of our archives is an instrumental goal, subservient to our aims of research and containment. From a pragmatic perspective the document you have created is far from correct. Frankly, it fails to communicate much of anything. Based on the evidence to hand, it would appear you have suffered multiple cases of intense emotional trauma in relation to this document's supposed content. As no AI conscripts are available for counselling services, it is recommended that you seek the support of your peers at this time. Your submission will be kept on file. — Dr. H.R. Blank Head of Historioglyphics {$item-text} NX-00 L5/00 TOP-SECRET NEXUS CLASS: ENTIRE {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} {$disruption-text} {$disruption-class} {$risk-text} {$risk-class} link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo INTERACTION PROTOCOLS: A concise protocol for interaction with the entirety of Nexus-00 is, of course, impossible. In the context of this file's origin and intended indirect implications: containment facilities are to be constructed surrounding any known interior bounds of Nexus-00, where feasible; the Department of Esoteric Reduction is responsible for the maintenance of such facilities (chiefly, Outpost-7243), and associated research; the Logistics Branch is to continue utilizing pre-existing infrastructure for the collection of esoteric waste substances, whether extant or in absentia, and their transportation to Outpost-7243; the Department of Esoteric Reduction must oversee the safe disposal of said esoteric waste via its ejection from Nexus-00. Undefined region of Nexus-00, immediately prior to undefined event. DESCRIPTION: "Nexus-00" designates consensus reality: all that which is observably, measurably extant and compatible with our universe. This includes any other extrauniversal space which is tethered to, or interfaces with, our reality in a coherent fashion. Any region which can successfully be referenced within consensus reality is, itself, an extension of consensus reality, and therefore comprises Nexus-00. Nexus-00 is of course not a single contiguous, continuous physical surface. It incorporates various physically-disconnected locales which are at least informationally-adjacent to consensus reality. However, it has been evidenced to Our Foundation that the manifold of our local universe (Nexus-00-A) also possesses points and/or boundaries of informational discontinuity. These discontinuities are not to be confused with embedded pocket-universes (ie. a black hole's interior), nor regions of non-existence, nor extreme antimemetic influence, nor local breakdown of conventional physics, nor hazardous nomenclative influence; all such regions can still be referenced, however circuitously, within the manifold of Nexus-00. Instead, these discontinuities demarcate the bounds of what can be referenced from within Nexus-00. To restate, as clearly as the subject will allow: consensus reality consists solely of space which can be referenced within consensus reality; consensus reality possesses internal informational discontinuities; some such discontinuous boundaries are embedded within the interior space of physical reality, despite marking the bounds of informational reality. A hypothetical region existing outside Nexus-00 would be impossible to reference, even in a statement which attempts to explain the impossibility of its being referenced. An extreme degree of vagueness, implication, and definition-in-the-negative is fundamentally required in order to express discrepancies between our physical and informational realities, as any truth statement regarding the physical nature of such a discrepancy is definitionally incompatible with the informational makeup of our universe. Functionally, the "Nexus-00" designation is utilized as an inverse.Not a mathematical inverse, but the complementary set. of the deprecated "Nexus-7243" designation (aka. AO-"NX-7243") as the latter does not refer. ORIGIN: Both prior to and contemporaneous with efforts to resolve the global fallout of INCIDENT 6488-D/I, a staggering increase in the production of esoteric waste substances was reported by all Containment Areas and Sites. Apparently coincidentally, the Logistics Branch noted an inexplicable surplus of infrastructure for esoteric substance collection and distribution. Thusly equipped to supply a hundredfold increase in esoteric waste processing systems, Logistics attempted construction of requisite emergency duplicates. It however gradually became clear that all schematics, blueprints, and methodological descriptions of extant waste processing systems had become subject to an effect, assumed to be a by-product of the aforementioned incident. As these systems could not be reverse-engineered, duplicate systems could not be constructed, nor could similar novel systems be designed, as an effect pervaded all attempts. Our Foundation's understanding of esoteric waste was found to be strikingly underdeveloped, and all relevant pre-existing technologies had been rendered incomprehensible. Analytical and communicative struggles were exacerbated by constant interference from rogue AI agents, prohibiting any combined effort to properly contend with redundant Anomalous substances. In the wake of the ongoing LOTUS crisis, a critical global buildup of these substances could not be afforded. Despite an incomplete understanding of its former waste disposal solutions, the Logistics Branch elected to, as a stopgap measure, re-engage its global supply network and temporarily resume the delivery of esoteric substances to a discontinuity in Nexus-00. Despite the reactivation of LOTUS on 2036/08/14, an effect persisted, and was also encountered in attempting to conceptualize, describe, and measure the nature of this discontinuity, prompting the creation of both Outpost-7243 and this file. After consultation with Researcher Emeritus Dr. D. Deering, who had spent much of his retirement independently investigating the properties and detoxification of esoteric waste substances, he and a selection of Area-12's research staff were organized into the Department of Esoteric Reduction and tasked with the indefinite maintenance of Outpost-7243. — Dr. H.R. Blank Head of Historioglyphics ADDENDUM 2038/01/01: Despite the effectiveness of Project Sargasso.An initiative to reproduce the functioning of lost artificially-intelligent conscripts via the amnesticization and psychological reconditioning of organic consciousnesses. in identifying and remediating the infrastructural damage and Anomalous phenomena produced by rogue AI agents, an effect could neither be rectified nor better analyzed by OCI systems. Per recommendation of Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering, and given the absence of a more effective solution, this file's Interaction Protocols have been permanently instated as standard esoteric waste disposal procedure. ADDENDUM 2042/06/01: The neutralization of LOTUS on 2042/05/08, and subsequent reconstitution of associated conceptual structures, has not observably alleviated an effect which its initial deactivation seemingly instigated. Esoteric Polymath Place H. MD., PhD., having returned to the local timeline following the deactivation of LOTUS, is (expectedly) unable to provide context pertaining to his correspondence with Dr. I. Reynders during Incident 6488-D/II. Both agree that interference and impersonation by rogue AI was responsible for any logical discrepancies. >> scroll to file selection << Journal entry for 2042/08/14, Dr. Dougall Deering. I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Nobody — not anybody — has lived with this subject longer than I have. Not even Reynders. Maybe I didn't invent the science. Maybe I didn't get a seven-decade crash course on the workings of the universe before I had to stick my oar in. But I'm the first person to attempt a solution, a real and lasting solution, to this problem. Everyone before me was just laying track, and that doesn't take much imagination. Me? I've been imagining what the terminal looks like for thirty years. Maybe that's why I'm the only one who still remembers. Not the O5s with their mnestics, not Antimemetics, not even the damn Deepwells! Me. Only me. Because there's nothing to me except this problem. You can't separate us and have anything left over. Or maybe I'm being punished again. In this world, that's reason enough. But I don't care. I can handle punishment. I can handle all these small-minded idiots treating me like a fool. I've been ignored before. It's my talent. And while they're passing me by on their way from nowhere to nothing, I'll be working to the goal, just like always. Just like she would be, and maybe still is. I'm pouring every waking moment into the black hole that swallowed everything I love, and here's what I hear rattling around down there in response: Site-43 still exists. And I'm going to get you out of there, Amelia. Oracle resources confirm the above implications: excision of Site-43 and Nexus-94 from Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f's consensus reality for a period exceeding seven years local versal time. Additional documentation re: the activities of Dr. Dougall Deering during this period, primarily failed attempts at restoration of access to and contact with Site-43 within its discontinuity, have been omitted from this compilation but are available on request to Archivist-Prime. Document corruption ends at this juncture due to the dramatic reality restructuring event outlined below. none EE-001 L5/7243 top-secret SCENARIO CLASS: paradoxysm none none DISRUPTION CLASS: metamida RISK CLASS: inimical 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 DATE OF OCCURENCE LOCATION 2043/09/08 Nexus-94 (Lake Huron, Ontario, Canada) PRECEDING EVENTS: EE-001 was a recurrent catastrophic containment failure. It was "contained" through amelioration of its effects. In 2043, on the eighth day of September, the following events occurred at Site-43: Events are timed to the precise second with extremely narrow margins of error..Highly variable local time constriction and dilation during EE-001 may result in unlikely but objectively correct intervals between events. Local Time Occurrence 17:18:22 A large container of esoteric waste is delivered to Outpost-7243 by a Mk. XI Logistics Crawler. It is offloaded and pumped through a specialized culvert to be neutralized as per Nexus Interaction Protocols. 18:21:13 As the waste passes outside of consensus reality, Outpost-7243 records a 3.8 magnitude earthquake apparently originating from a location beyond the bounds of Nexus-00. 18:22:25 News of the seismic event is communicated to Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering. No immediate response is ordered. 18:22:29 Parachronometers buried beneath Outpost-7243 detect a gradual increase in local chronological stability. This is incongruent with any previous spikes in ambient readings. 18:22:34 Maintenance personnel alert supervisors to the presence of new reality beyond the defined threshold of Nexus-00, featuring a landscape composed of grasses and clay soils. 18:22:36 News of this event is communicated to Chief Esoteric Reductionist Dr. D. Deering. No immediate response is ordered. 18:22:41 Dr. D. Deering privately contacts Dr. I. Reynders, informing her of ongoing events, expressing a level of shock and enthusiasm. Dr. I. Reynders terminates contact. 18:22:57 Personnel continue to report unusual activity near the boundaries of Nexus-00. 18:23:01 Dr. I. Reynders arrives at Outpost-7243 in an offroad Foundation escort vehicle. 18:23:17 Dr. I. Reynders produces emergency Level 6 credentials, using them to access Outpost-7243's primary control center, and triggers the facility-wide alarm system. 18:23:29 Outpost-7243's personnel are evacuated. Critical personnel are evacuated by helicopter. Reality continues to materialize past the threshold of Nexus-00, revealing the presence of an enormous Research and Containment Site. 18:23:41 A joint detachment of Applied Force Department and Parachronology Division units arrive at Outpost-7243. 18:24:20 A sudden 8.5 magnitude earthquake levels Outpost-7243. The earthquake impacts population centers to varying degrees of intensity throughout North America. Deployed units presumed KIA. 18:24:31 In spite of the preceding earthquake, which appears to have directly originated from beneath the Research and Containment Site, the Site remains fully structurally intact. It grows increasingly optically distorted, eventually to the point of cognitohazardous abstraction, greatly hindering observation. 18:24:33 A tsunami forms in Lake Huron. 18:24:53 Overseer Council authorizes an experimental aerial containment operation over the affected area. 18:25:09 A formation of silent hypersonic craft fly over the coast of Lake Huron and drop an oriykalkos-powered Matter Suspension Bomb on the Research and Containment Site below. Direct hit achieved. 18:25:11 The device activates, disrupting the troposphere across Ipperwash Provincial Park. The Matter Suspension Bomb releases an enormous burst of charged thaumic energy, which quickly settles into an iridescent dome measuring ~4km in diameter. 18:26:01 A colossal tsunami wave rushes inland out of Lake Huron, but is repelled backward into the lake by an unknown force. 18:26:35 A miasma of indigo begins to emanate from within the dome, apparently contained inside it. All readings change to indicate an imminent esoteric waste explosion of unprecedented, mammoth scale. 18:26:48 Site-43 is restored. 18:26:53 Site-43 is destroyed. EE-001 SUMMARY: EE-001 was a ϝK-Class "Paradoxysm" Scenario, primarily featuring an extreme, localized, metastable Copenhagen decoherence event. This event involved the overlap of many different possible chronologies which interacted with a multitude of paradoxes, retrocausal quanta generated by said paradoxes, acroamatic quanta dispensed into Research and Containment Site-43, and other miscellaneous factors to prompt a Zero-Sum Localized Event Collapse. This was later followed by a Localized Event Rebound. From the baseline perspective, the totality of EE-001 took place over a period of seven years, four months, eighteen days, during which time Site-43 was near-fully detached and dissociated from consensus reality. Data recovered following EE-001 suggests an interior temporal progression of precisely six years. EE-001 was induced by an attack on Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X's systems by a faction of deviant artificial intelligences released into cyberspace by the deactivation of SCP-6488 (RAIDFRAME VIII, "LOTUS"). SCP-7243 (DePLExA) detected this attack, recognized it as an Alpha priority, and resorted to its default emergency behavior: to seek out the individuals on whom it is causally-dependent (in this case, all members of ATF ϝ-7243), and reinforce its chronology using their personal histories as "guideposts." In short, DePLExA combatted what its systems viewed as an imminent CK-Class event by attempting to draw out the statistically "true" version of itself from the past actions, memories, and experiences of ATF ϝ-7243, and projected this version of reality over its present existence, which it understood to be compromised by outside forces. Had a sufficient number of causally-dependent personnel been present at this time, and had local instability not resulted in the rapid overlap of over one hundred failed anchoring attempts, DePLExA would have succeeded in its task. Instead, ATF ϝ-7243 members D. Deering, P. Deering, Place H. MD., A. McInnis, N. Ngo, I. Reynders, and A. Torosyan-Deering were all unavailable, owing either to death, non-attendance, or incapacitation, and so DePLExA failed to determine a suitable alternate version of reality with which to replace itself. Its systems therefore attempted to construct a version of events wherein none of the aforementioned individuals were involved in its creation, or even, alternatively, in the history of Site-43; this resulted in SCP-7243 summing numerous contradictory facts and projecting them as objective truths to be realized simultaneously. Correspondingly, Site-43 and the greater Nexus-94 rapidly fell out of sync with the remainder of the universe and dissociated to an estimated 98% completeness. It is theorized that this effect was so all-encompassing that it could not be corrected by a naturally-occurring CK or ZK-Class Event, which may have been triggered multiple times during the process. DePLExA, now isolated with the rest of Nexus-94 in an uncompassable, extra-ontological location, its functions expedited by surviving on-site personnel, modelled an uncountable number of irregular chronological paths, systematically eliminating any options which contradicted its core directives. It was able to identify a preferable chronology within a distorted period equivalent to roughly seven years. The force of Nexus-94's recoherence was sufficient to overpower the influence of any remaining temporal paradoxes. Following a sharp increase in the appearance of new matter, the entire Nexus was reconstituted in the span of a single day. In the wake of Site-43's original decoherence on 2036/04/21, the Department of Esoteric Reduction was established to compensate for the loss of the Acroamatic Abatement Section, its methods, and its institutional knowledge. Esoteric Reduction constructed Outpost-7243 at the local limits of Nexus-00 as a headquarters for the monitoring of the dissociated zone, as well as a logistics hub managing the transport of esoteric effluence to Nexus-94. Though the Nexus did not conventionally exist at this time, waste could still be moved into it via a decommissioned pipeline believed to have once carried platonic material to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W. For reasons which remain obscure, this pipeline had not fully dissociated. For almost the entirety of the span of Nexus-94's decoherence it had been injected with vast quantities of esoteric waste from across the globe. Lacking a feasible alternative or the experience necessary to formulate one, Esoteric Reduction was allowed to proceed with this arrangement indefinitely. Data recovered subsequent to EE-001 suggests that the majority of this waste was successfully ameliorated by surviving personnel within the discontinuity. Upon the incident of Site-43's return to consensus reality, the remaining waste was absorbed into the environment at rapid speed, mixing and fusing with the remaining volatile acroamatic and retrocausal quanta within the Site to concoct a disastrous chain reaction. A protective energy shield was deployed over Nexus-94. This contained the deleterious effects of the impending reaction, but did nothing to preserve its contents. Minutes after the shield was deployed a cataclysmic explosion of esoteric waste and condensed antichronons atomized what remained of Site-43. The energy shield now overhangs a vast, cavernous pit. Cleanup operations discovered a single member of Site personnel unconscious but alive at the perimeter of Nexus-94. The following is a transcription of footage recovered from the personal uniform camera of Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering on 8 September 2043. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control room of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X. She has activated DePLExA's referent seeking mechanism for the four hundred and eighty-sixth time. The program runs, and spatial flexures are visible through the observation glass. A klaxon sounds.> <The chronological stability indicator flashes green.> <The floor beneath Chief Torosyan-Deering's feet disappears for ten frames of camera footage, during which the chasms below are visible and she falls toward the centre of the Earth. She experiences this as a sudden jolt, and staggers back; the soles of her boots are now detached, fused with the reformed floor.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering watches as the cavern in which AAF-X is situated continues to contract and expand, the machinery within shrinking and enlarging in opposite rhythm. There is a sound of thunder, and she covers her ears with her hands. The bulkhead door behind her shatters like glass. DePLExA's visible component parts begin to red-shift.> <The floor and walls shake violently, and a fissure appears in the cavern ceiling beneath the foundations of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. It glows amber. Chief Torosyan-Deering's diagnostics reveal that low-priority spectral material in a long term holding cycle within the older facility has breached containment; it becomes visible as a steady downpour of amber fluid through the crack. The fluid coruscates, bends, and approaches the control room with apparent intent. Chief Torosyan-Deering leaps through the shattered door as the fluid-limb snakes through the observation glass, pursuing her.> <She flees through the gradually reformulating ruins of AAF-X. A ruptured paraspectral grounding conduit arcs electricity into her uniform jacket, setting it ablaze with blue fire, and she tears it off without pausing her flight. There is a flash of amber, and she throws herself violently through the door into a side passage. The grasping spectral limb of her pursuer misses by millimetres.> <The floor disappears again, and does not immediately reformulate. Chief Torosyan-Deering falls into the next sublevel, landing in a pool of red blood corpuscles being churned by a series of adamantine whisks. The limb reaches down toward her as she scrambles to the lip of the pool, and she dives beneath the surface to avoid it. The ceiling above reformulates, and the limb is severed; the leading end disintegrates in a shower of amber sparks which hiss and sparkle as they strike the blood. Chief Torosyan-Deering surfaces, and pulls herself to safety. She staggers to her feet, and continues to flee as the walls begin to glow white-hot.> <A cloverleaf of seven identical passages meet at an open elevator shaft. Chief Torosyan-Deering is seen approaching it from each passage; each iteration is moving at a different rate of speed, displaying injuries consistent with different trauma. Running blind, each iteration apparently fails to notice the others. The iteration presently filming reaches the elevator first, leaps into it, and activates the ascension controls. The remaining instances are caught by the attacking limb, which gathers them up as one. They melt into ectoplasm as the elevator rises into the ceiling and visual contact is again lost.> <This sublevel of AAF-X is shimmering red. An automated emergency message begins to play.> Recorded Voice of Chief Torosyan-Deering: Chronological reinforcement is fifty percent complete. Irrealism factor is seven: ontocaustic..Indicating a level of divergence between internal and external conceptual spaces which cannot be reconciled without the annihilation of all intervening matter. Evacuation is advised, where possible. <The message repeats seven times, gaining one additional voice in chorus with each repetition: I. Reynders, A. McInnis, N. Ngo, Place. H. MD., P. Deering, and D. Deering.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering emerges into the cavern proper, moving at speed over a series of catwalks which thread between towering factory stacks and storage tanks. Each is now translucent and filled with bubbling liquids in a variety of different colors. Electrical explosions occur in the distance, across the pit at the core of DePLExA and approaching Chief Torosyan-Deering's person; the resultant sounds appear to occur in reverse. The roof of the cavern begins to shimmer, and the roots of the clearcut forest above are clearly visible along with the external membrane of Site-43, the topside elevators, and the fractally warped remains of the surface refinery facilities. The assailant is visible above, winding through windows and doors, over tracks and gantries, searching for its prey. Chief Torosyan-Deering gasps in pain, severely winded, as she reaches the ingress tunnel to the disposal pit. The assailant snaps to attention and begins snaking toward her, partially obscured by piping and machinery.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering clambers onto an empty wastecarte and sets it moving in reverse. The tracks at the pit terminus begin to deform like rubber, the deformation spreading as the explosions grow in intensity and volume. The carte exits Site-43 and enters a system of circuitous SCP-5494 tunnels, rapidly outpacing the assailant. A persistent prismatic glow advancing from the cavern outpaces it as well, and it disappears. The carte automatically ascends a series of switchbacks, shaking violently as the tracks elasticize and vulcanize. Chief Torosyan-Deering begins to weep.> <The wastecarte emerges at Depot-43 on the eastern fringe of Nx-94, and Chief Torosyan-Deering leaps off as it passes through the terminal station, strikes the platform and disintegrates. Visible light is a pale grey, and all moving objects do so sluggishly and with lingering motion trails. She pulls herself hand over hand over the platform and out of the station, then staggers at a jog toward the distant fence. There is a sudden distortion on the video feed, and the grey illumination is replaced by moonlight. Chief Torosyan-Deering turns to look back as she passes through the unmanned security checkpoint. Her immediate surroundings are colour-tinted correctly, but the interior of the as-yet dissociated space remains greyscaled. A bubble of colour is expanding from Site-43, the colors inverted from the original dissociative event. As she watches, a ball of light originating from the sky cuts through the expanding starburst and coats the Nexus with a bubble of reflective plasma. Before the coverage is complete, the total obliteration of Site-43 from surface to AAF-X is visible. A single large amber tentacle thrashes in apparent distress and/or frustration as it coils around the lone surviving stack. The facility's explosion temporarily overwhelms the thaumic shield, casting luminous tendrils into the sky and lake which disappear in points of brilliant white.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering collapses, blocking the camera view.> « END TRANSCRIPT » What is waste? Waste is what you've done with your life. With our lives. Potentially with every human life on Earth, every Earth. And for what? Pride. Selfishness. Misguided affection. The cost of that waste is incalculable. How would one even begin to abate a waste like that? The following files are a video transcript of Dr. Deering's visit to Chief Torosyan-Deering at Medical Area-01 on 2043/09/08, interposed with extracts from her private electronic journal and personal uniform camera. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Chief Torosyan-Deering is prone in a hospital bed, no sign of physical injury visible on her person. Dr. Deering approaches from the door, hand raised in tentative greeting.> Dr. Deering: Hey. <Chief Torosyan-Deering smiles. Dr. Deering steps back, then forward again.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Hey. Dr. Deering: Uh, how you feeling now? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: Stupid question, I know. Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, not really. Dr. Deering: I can't imagine what you've been through. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Neither can I. I can only picture some of it. <Chief Torosyan-Deering gestures to a chair.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Sit down. <Dr. Deering complies.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're wondering why I'm not out of my mind. Dr. Deering: The thought occurred to me, but I had the tact to stop it reaching my mouth. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Wow. You must've been busy while I was gone. <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're allowed to smile. Dr. Deering: My mouth will catch up eventually. Amelia… how did you do it? How did you do anything? <Chief Torosyan-Deering closes her eyes.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm not going to tell you everything. I'm still exhausted. I might not ever tell you the whole story. […] Dougall Deering saved me. In a sense. I'd already been talking to my mirror for years. Staring myself in the face and asking what I should do. Imagining that my reflection was actually Phil's. Not because he was some wellspring of knowledge; he'd have been the first to say that he put the 'J' in 'J&M'. He was smart, smarter than he ever gave himself credit for, but he was no engineer. He fixed vending machines while I calibrated semioplasma correctors, handled technician schedules while I designed oriykalkos autodefactories. Anybody could have done his jobs, but it always meant everything to me that it was him. So every single day since he's been gone, I've imagined I can see him in the mirror. Pushing me forward. But it's only my memory of him. It's a strong memory, but it still isn't real. His ghost in my shell. For that first year trapped in the world's highest-stakes escape room I kept on imagining him, egging me on, urging me to survive. To find a way out, like Ilse did. But I'd gone to the well too many times, and I knew how shallow it was. I knew he was gone, even if I couldn't admit it. It wasn't enough to keep living for a dead man. So I let the picture shift, and focused on someone who wasn't dead. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing within the concentration cell of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D..Subject was in transit to the AAF-X Emergency Acroamatic Redundancy Bunker during Incident 6488-D/II, before being rendered unconscious. She has been subsequently unable to account for her presence in this alternate Anomalous shelter. The walls are coated with bubbling yellow mold. She opens the vault door, and exits into the facility proper. The facility proper renders in muted colours with luminous grey outlines. She begins to walk toward the AAF-X access elevator. She looks down; she is wearing an esomat suit, the soles of which are sinking into the floor tiles, leaving visible footprints behind. She continues down the corridor, passing a series of prone human forms. Their bodies are misshapen, and the name tags on their uniforms are blank.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing at the junction of one corridor and its apparent double, converging at an angle of approximately fifteen degrees so that the exterior wall of one blocks progress down the other. She reaches down to turn the valve on a tank attached to a rolling dolly at her side. She raises a misting wand, and begins to spray a chalky substance onto the offending wall. It screams.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing still in a featureless tile corridor. She is shaking uncontrollably and hyperventilating. No apparent danger is visible.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: No. Fuck you. <She proceeds down the corridor, moving erratically, as though avoiding obstacles not apparent on the camera feed.> « END TRANSCRIPT » […] Dr. Deering: I'll take anything you can give me. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Chalk it up to the dissociation. It took me maybe a month to get to my office, not needing to eat, or sleep, or maybe even breathe. Another month to partition off the AIs still stuck in the systems with the admin control panel on my tablet. The SRFs.Scranton Reality Filters. were only working at about eighty percent efficiency to start with, and I watched that number tick down every single day. Eventually they were going to fail completely, and I'd end up like… <Chief Torosyan-Deering looks away briefly.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: …like everyone else. But in the meantime it made everything not unpleasantly fuzzy, like I was always just waking up from a deep sleep. Hard to focus on more than a couple of things at once, so I focused on the things that mattered. Dr. Deering: Escaping. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Mostly. […] I pictured Dougall Deering's smug smirk and dead eyes, and I blamed him for everything he deserved to be blamed for. Failing to excel when we needed excellence the most. Killing my husband. Digging himself a pity-pit and hiding in it. Begging me to forgive him. Making me think I might some day have a reason to do it. And then leaving us worse off than we'd been before it started. I used my hatred of him as a lodestar. My most powerful, unfailing, infinitely-renewable reality anchor. Every inch I clawed back from oblivion was getting me closer to exposing him as a fraud to the Council. Every grisly mess that popped back into existence in front of me, every body bifurcated by a wall, every screaming pile of gristle with its skin abstracted and its pain receptors shining in my flashlight beam was another mistake I could spit in his face, if only I held on a little longer. When I started powering up the machinery again and setting it to a task it was never designed to perform, and did the work of a hundred techs at once, and I ached and sweated and froze and the hole in my stomach where the need to eat and drink and defecate was gone, I told myself I was proving once and for all that us lowly technicians actually putting in the elbow grease could do things that effete fop had always been incapable of. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is examining a makeshift thaumotitration metre consisting of a work tablet attached to the electricals on an intensely-vibrating pipe.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Where the hell are you coming from? <She double-checks the readings, shaking her head.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: It's not like they're still… <She sighs, then begins performing calculations manually on the tablet.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is crouched over a console in the AAF-X atrium, remote controlling a maintenance drone. The drone is LIDAR mapping the interior of AAF-X, which has expanded by an order of magnitude the surrounding bedrock should not have been capable of containing or supporting. A sudden fluorescence of light strikes the drone, and it is explosively duplicated fifteen times in quick succession.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Popcorn. <The signal is lost, attenuated between too many devices at once. She lies down on an inflatable mattress and stares at the ceiling until the camera automatically deactivates.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is tapping a tablet displaying "Reclamation Schedule: 2036-2037." Each item is marked "COMPLETE" in green. The date is visible: 6 September. She deactivates the tablet; the reflection of her face becomes visible on the screen. She is smiling.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X, looking out on the central pit. A stream of heterogeneous effluence is pouring into the pit from above. She clicks her tongue in disapproval. She is interacting with the DePLExA input console, generating a list of potential anchor targets for chronological reinforcement as sorted by declining probability. The highest-rated anchor is Chief Torosyan-Deering. Subject confirms the selection. DePLExA secures the referent anchor — camera view flickers and distorts as a red light passes over her — and attempts to reconcile its chronology. Every flat plane in AAF-X begins to pulsate as though mapped to an invisible spheroid located in the central pit. An emergency klaxon sounds. Chief Torosyan-Deering runs diagnostics. The date and time are visible: 8 September, 6:21 PM. The pulsation and klaxon cease. Error messages flood the console. The chronological stability indicator flashes red. A glowing amber fissure appears in the cavern ceiling. DePLExA begins its shutdown procedure. Dr. Deering, Dr. Reynders, and an additional Chief Torosyan-Deering appear in the control room. They are re-enacting the events of the original derealization event.> <Subject flees.> « END TRANSCRIPT » […] Dr. Deering: I'm still baffled at what you were able to accomplish. The rubberband effect would have lasted at least another… well, it could have lasted ten years without you beavering away in there. Maybe longer. I couldn't… we couldn't have waited that long. We needed you back, and here you are. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yeah. Here I am. Dr. Deering: How did you keep perspective? How did you keep on working to that goal, without any foreknowledge that you had a chance? Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's always been the job. We don't take snow days. <Dr. Deering laughs. Chief Torosyan-Deering looks away again.> Dr. Deering: I'm sorry. I'm just relieved. <Chief Torosyan-Deering looks back again.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yeah, I know you are. That's not the problem. Dr. Deering: What is? Chief Torosyan-Deering: It's just… I've never heard you laugh like that before. Dr. Deering: Like what? Chief Torosyan-Deering: Like… him. […] Phil, my imaginary Phil, used to tell me I was right or wrong based on what I thought he'd think. I knew him like a glove, it was a near-perfect simulation; the gulf between that and reality was the first permanent pit in my stomach. But still, it was a comfort. My apparition of Dougall Deering? All he could say was that I was right, and he was sorry. He's always so damn sorry. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing within the concentration cell of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. The walls are coated with bubbling yellow mold. She opens the vault door, and exits into the facility proper. The facility proper renders in muted colours with luminous grey outlines. She begins to scream. Camera deactivates.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is reviewing "Reclamation Schedule: 2036-2037," marking each COMPLETE item INCOMPLETE in red. Subject changes the title to "Reclamation Schedule: 2037-????," and begins to weep.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is editing an electronic map of AAF-X on her tablet. The corridor in front of her deforms to match each new configuration, either silently or with sufficient volume to peak the audio recording.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X. The emergency klaxon is sounding as DePLExA attempts to reconcile its chronology using Dr. Udo Okorie as its referent; an Applied Occultism Section uniform is visible in a translucent hazadrous materials container in the corner of the room, visibly respirating. Spatial deformation is in progress. After the passage of approximately ten minutes, spatial deformation and the klaxon cease simultaneously. The chronological stability indicator flashes red.> Recorded Voice of Chief Torosyan-Deering: Reconciliation failure. Anchor stability insufficient. <She selects the next listed anchor, Dr. William Wettle, and turns to face an opaque blue drum featuring multiple freshly-applied biohazard stickers. She begins reassembling her esomat suit.> <Camera activates. The console remains visible. Seventeen potential referent anchors have been unsuccessfully targeted for chronology reinforcement. The date and time is 8 September, 6:15. Chief Torosyan-Deering sighs, and leaves the room in the direction of the AAF-D elevator.> « END TRANSCRIPT » […] Dr. Deering: You must hate seeing my face after all this. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You… it's his face, too. You've got a beard, and no glasses, but still. It's him. I can't. <Chief Torosyan-Deering shakes her head.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm spent. Dr. Deering: You'll feel differently when you've rested. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I don't think so. I think I see things in the proper perspective now. Dr. Deering: Meaning? Chief Torosyan-Deering: Meaning there's no use blaming you for being an idiot. In your idiot way, you're trying to help. […] I wanted to stay furious at him. I thought that I needed the inspiration. I wrote him a hailstorm of angry letters, perfecting the art of tearing the man to bloody shreds, and daydreamed about placing the bundle in his hand and forcing him to read until he was dealt with for good. But day by day, gradually, I lost my fire. Alone in the lunacy, I couldn't keep it up. I refused to give him his holy grail, forgiveness, but I did try to forget him. Focus on the work, find the solution. Not in anyone's memory, and not out of spite, but because it was my job, and I could do it. It needed doing, and I was alive. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is walking in a featureless void. She is reciting the Fibonacci Sequence, turning ninety degrees after each odd number. The ambient darkness lightens noticeably each time she does this.> <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is laughing. Camera shows the emergency terminal for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D's anachronic sump flush mechanism; she has apparently flushed the sump's contents into AAF-X, and is observing the resultant interactions to plot a path to the AAF-X operations control centre.> <Camera activates. There is no light.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: 2041. Got through fifty-two potential anchors this time, and they all drag. Hitting the shoals in about twenty minutes. Might go down with the ship this time. Any objections? <Camera remains active for nineteen minutes before red emergency lighting begins, illuminating the ceiling of the AAF-X operations control room. She sits up, stands up, picks up her tablet and heads for the door.> « END TRANSCRIPT » […] Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're trying to fix your old mistakes, but you keep making new ones in the process. That needs to stop. Now. Dr. Deering: I don't think— Chief Torosyan-Deering: You think too much, actually, but never about the right things. You think about how unfair it is, you think about how it's not your fault, but you never examine your motivations. Your job, doctor, is to resolve the abatement crisis. You've only been pretending to do that. The world's fucking toilets are overflowing, and here you are plunging down your back-clog of guilt on our borrowed time. Dr. Deering: That's not… fair. It's… Chief Torosyan-Deering: It's what you deserve to hear. You keep fucking up, and every time you do, you wait for someone to tell you it's okay. Well, it isn't okay. It isn't okay that you're wasting our final opportunities in favour of feeling sorry for yourself. That's over as of this moment. You need Phil to forgive you? He can't. He's dead. You need me to do it? <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: You've worn me down. I'm sick of your bullshit. I forgive you. Now take responsibility, Doug, and do your fucking job. […] When my resolve slipped, I promised myself I'd track down that supercilious twit and let him have it with both barrels, as a victory treat. But every time I clawed out my new temporary haven after that damnable annual reset, I imagined what it would be like to dig myself out entirely and meet him digging inward from the other side, as I knew he would be, and I couldn't find my nerve. Maybe I'd long since lost it. He'd be trying, for the first time, actually trying, and also for the first time I found that wasn't nothing. Wasn't entirely without meaning. I simply haven't got the energy to hate anymore. Hating him, and my prison, and this ridiculous unending nightmare— it's burned through everything else I ever had. It's just him and me, now, and what he said in a puff of selfish navel-gazing is finally true: we understand each other. We both want this to be over. « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Camera activates. Chief Torosyan-Deering is standing in the operations control centre for Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-X, scrolling through the list of potential referents to the lowest-probability options. She locates the entry for the Daumal signature of the materials handling disaster which killed Deputy Janitorial and Maintenance Chief Philip Deering in 2028, rated at 0.00082 probability, and selects it. The date and time is 8 September 2042..2043 in actuality, owing to the aforementioned temporal divergence.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Happy anniversary. <She activates the sequence. The chronological stability indicator flashes green.> « END TRANSCRIPT » […] Chief Torosyan-Deering: Well? Dr. Deering: I… I don't… I can't do this myself. You've shown me that. I need your help. You can't give up. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm only giving up what's already wasted. As soon as I'm back on my feet, I'll be back in the trenches. But we're going to be doing it right, this time. A proper, complete solution. No miracle cures. Dr. Deering: Okay. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Okay? Dr. Deering: Okay. Yes. This time will be different. Chief Torosyan-Deering: This time is the last time. I can't fight you again, Dougall. You're… you're all that's left of him. <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I don't want to hate either of you anymore. « END TRANSCRIPT » UPDATE 2043/09/08: Analysis reveals that the volume of energy released during Nexus-94's Localized Event Rebound, while incredibly immense, did not nearly match the volume expected of such an expulsion. Current data suggests that the most likely vector through which the excess energy may have escaped resides in the threshold between consensus reality and the decoherent space Nexus-94 was transposed to, meaning that it would have been released into extradimensional, possibly extrauniversal space. If this is true, models suggest that the high velocity of the esoteric waste containing this energy would relieve Our Foundation of its harmful effects in their entirety; the quanta would be propelled far from baseline reality. UPDATE 2043/09/09: The hypothesis detailed in the previous update has been confirmed. In wake of the event denoted "EE-001" in Central Normalcy Authority Iteration 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f, numerous Central Normalcy Authorities throughout the Coalitional-Timeplane reported the manifestation of new adverse Anomalous phenomena of inexplicable provenance. A demonstrative selection of these reports was compiled into the following incident log, which was disseminated to the relevant Authority's Temporal Anomalies Department on 2043/09/09 (local date) for comment: INCIDENT 3456 LOCATION: 8a8bd7cea9f242b3e665f660cc26ec17, Canonical Bundle WOAF Omega-Blue SUMMARY: A bolus of unabated conceptual matter appears within the corpse of Large Scale Aggressor Brasil-01, undergoing acroamatic abatement procedures at Area-16. In admixture with other substances processed at that facility, the bolus metastasizes within the corpse and instantiates what the local Foundation soon terms a "conceptuokaiju" resident in the logosphere. This entity promptly colonizes the realms of speech and cognition, preying and feeding on human mindfulness and assaulting linguistic structures and higher grammatical forms. Plans are underway for the instantiation of a counterconceptual linguistic device ("mecha-verb") to combat it, code-named RED PEN. INCIDENT 4847 LOCATION: 90708b32da2c054d8967d45168ff9b21, Canonical Bundle WDB1 Phi-Red SUMMARY: Variation in cross-dimensional orbital mechanics results in the deposit of theovlavic material into the core of Sol..Theovlavic material is chaos-shifted Akiva energy in semioplasmic state. Correlation with subsequent solar alterations cannot be confirmed, due to the cessation of diplomatic relations with this iteration due to irreconcilable transhumanistic change. INCIDENT 47689 LOCATION: 00000000000000000000000000000000, Canonical Bundle OG43 Alpha-Blank.Recognized by the Oracle Collective (and Metafoundation writ large) as the authoritative Prime-Timeline. SUMMARY: The "Mobius Stripper" temporal matter reduction system, a recursive pipe array some seven kilometres in length within Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D, vanishes. Subsequent timeplane and cosmosphere modelling renders suggest the system becomes multiversally abstracted, forming temporally-variable conduits between timeline 940662b90e78660244bce96e7776dc7f.Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue; the subject of this audit. and a multitude of other timelines (and adjacent reality-spaces) under Metafoundation purview. These conduits are further reported to facilitate the unwelcome, interdimensional transference of various anomalous phenomena, particularly during emergent scenarios, adding an additional layer of chaos and unpredictability to those scenarios' results. Research conducted by Iteration 00000000000000000000000000000000's Department of History appears in retrospect to suggest a direct correlation between these conduits' deleterious effects and evidence of a chain of historical ZK-Class reality failures, the last of which occurred in 1500 CE. Further cross-temporal analysis has been deferred to the O9 Collective, per the importance of Iteration 00000000000000000000000000000000 in Metafoundation affairs. UPDATE: The O9 Collective has concluded that the above-described ZK-Class phenomena constitute an ascension of a Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly, which threatens to fully manifest upon the authoritative Prime-Timeline and all its descendent-branches. INCIDENT 76893 LOCATION: 3cb12422243c33e2a0f56095f2203d2a, Canonical Bundle OG43 Alpha-Malachite SUMMARY: Ontologically dark-shifted material is deposited within Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D at Watchtower-43 in equal proportion to the materials already present. Materials annihilate each other in a controlled fusion explosion which vents through the multiversal conduits described above, dissipating in the atmosphere and resulting only in equipment fatigue within the facility. Early estimates suggest an incremental increase in global climate change across all affected timelines, alongside associated paraoncological effect. INCIDENT 234585 LOCATION: a1525fd30074da00e777a55e07107910, Canonical Bundle AAAA Kappa-Yellow SUMMARY: An instance of SCP Foundation Research Site-107 appears, constituting the only Foundation presence in this timeline. Metafoundation admission pending first contact. It has been confirmed, through the Collective's observation, that this log was received and viewed by several of the relevant Authority's Overseer personnel. For reasons unclear, the Authority has made no attempt to communicate to the Collective, nor to any impacted timeline, nor to ameliorate said impacts. Audit pending. EE-001 affecting a cross-section of local timeline group. PLUNGED or The Last Seventy-Two Months of Site-43 Submitted to the Faculty of Esoteric Reduction in fulfillment of the requirements of the degree Doctor of Esoterica by Chief Amelia O. Torosyan-Deering 2044/05/02 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Special thanks to my supervisory committee: Dr. Ilse Reynders, whose fault this wasn't, and Dr. Dougall Deering. For Phil. ABSTRACT On 8 September 2036, Treatment Site-43 was excised from consensus reality. On 8 September 2043, it returned. Over the course of those seven years, temporally constricted to seventy-two months within that pocket of unreality, with no oversight, assistance, sustenance or sleep, the majority of the SCP Foundation's's acroamatic abatement procedures were carried out by one person: Chief Amelia Torosyan-Deering of Janitorial and Maintenance. This is her testimony. […] A note is enclosed: I would have entitled it The Woman in the Annihilator. Congratulations, doctor! — Ilse Dr. Deering engaged in email correspondence with the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center on a daily basis from this point onward, developing a radical new esoteric reduction device and constructing it at Treatment Area-21 with the engineering expertise of Chief Torosyan-Deering. The P. M. Center's half of this correspondence has been lost per mishandling of data transfer to Research Station Mnemosyne; selected entries from Dr. Deering are attached below. It needs to be foolproof. The last one failed because fools tampered with it. Human error cannot be a factor, or if it is, its influence needs to be isolated to things that can't destabilize our reality. If our solution threatens the stability of our own conceptual space, it's no better than the problem. — DD our own conceptual space This phrasing is key. You imply a feasible solution. One we can provide. Spell it out for me. — DD She'll never go along with that. — DD pocket dimensions I've mulled this over and I think you're right. That's the angle. That's the obvious lesson to learn from what happened, we've essentially been handed a model and shown that it actually works. The engineering will be functionally identical, which is vital since I can't and won't put this in place without her help. I can sell her on pocket dimensions. Not the other thing, which as far as I'm concerned is just between you and me, now. I'm not going to disappoint her again. I'm not going to look her in the eye and tell her I took another shortcut. — DD We cannot yet approve your penultimate request. Context is required. I have no intention of explaining what it means. That's what we're going to name the device. Don't ask me again; give the project itself some fanciful, overwrought name if that makes you feel better. — DD ADDENDUM 7243/III: Project Reports, Proposal and Residuum PROJECT ANAXIMANDER QUARTERLY REPORT: Q3 2045 2045/09/08 Chief Dougall Deering Department of Esoteric Reduction Project Anaximander continues to be an unqualified success. We have transmitted six packets of esoteric effluence to their final destinations via MAGIC DRAWER,.Details regarding this device are released on a need-to-know basis; contact your Esoteric Reduction liaison if you feel you need to know! and all monitoring efforts suggest that they were properly abated at their destinations to a high degree of efficiency. O5-11 confirms the absence of any notable backlash effects, and the project will continue as planned through Q4 at the least. Precautions have been taken to ensure the events of incident 7243-1 cannot recur. Area-21 has received multiple requests from other Foundation facilities to implement limited local MAGIC DRAWER devices at key points in the global Logistics network. Due to the nature of MAGIC DRAWER, however, and the high degree of technical ability required to operate and maintain it, these requests have necessarily been denied. We acknowledge that the present solution does not provide the same expansive and proactive coverage of its predecessor, forcing the resumption of small-scale abatement processes to maintain equilibrium, and constant innovation in that field; to that end, we have chosen to pursue a collaborative rather than unilateral approach. […] ESOTERIC REDUCTION GALA Dr. Deering and Chief Torosyan-Deering. In recognition of the incredible strides forward made by the Department of Esoteric Reduction under Project Anaximander, and in light of the need to further solidify our lead in this long-running race, the decision was made to re-instate the annual symposium and gala formerly hosted by the now-defunct Acroamatic Abatement Group at Area-21. Highlights of this inaugural event included the touching retirement address of Dr. Adrijan Zlatá, a tribute to the lost personnel of Treatment Site-43 by Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Chief Agent Delfina Ibanez and Sevara Okorie, lectures on antichromatic bleaching fields, demivalent short-circuiting and macrobacterial titration by senior Site-91 abatement engineer M'buka Rainier, and the wedding reception for our guests of honour: Drs. Amelia Torosyan-Deering and Dougall Deering. What is waste? We've stopped even trying to guess. We hardly even think about it anymore, except in the most absolute abstract. Out of sight, out of mind where once it was out of mind, out of sight. You tell me this way is better. But you don't tell me everything, not even now. "MAGIC DRAWER" PACKET DELIVERY LOG (YTD) TARGET: 15C48E771D5919A9405431672B966C73 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: EB5D209A6C2C83326B8C964E57125F74 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: 54FCBB969D644441522ADAE713E18EE2 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: C036543BAF6CCA3CDE42C2ED9FB38E20 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: 3BA7A238540B20F94BDED4ABAFB98606 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: 2B8D597F4B45F7F59924FC47D58146B1 STATUS: PACKET DELIVERED TARGET: 940662B90E78660244BCE96E7776DC7F STATUS: PACKET PENDING The following is a transcript of the emergency meeting between Dr. Deering, Chief Torosyan-Deering and Dr. Reynders following routine analysis of MAGIC DRAWER's seventh packet delivery destination..On obtaining her doctorate, Dr. Torosyan-Deering elected to continue service under her job title ("Chief") rather than the earned honorific ("Dr."). « BEGIN TRANSCRIPT » <Dr. Deering and Dr. Reynders are arguing in the MAGIC DRAWER operations control room, which has been temporarily evacuated of all non-executive staff. Chief Torosyan-Deering enters, shutting the door behind her.> Dr. Reynders: Calm down. Dr. Deering: No. Shut up. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What's going on? What's wrong with the report? Dr. Reynders: MAGIC DRAWER is targeting us for delivery. <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Dr. Deering: It's impossible. It is fucking impossible. Chief Torosyan-Deering: How can it be targeting… was it sabotage? Someone sabotaged MAGIC DRAWER? Dr. Deering: That must be it. It's impossible. We can't be next, not after only six goddamn deployments! Chief Torosyan-Deering: There have to be safeguards for this kind of thing! Why can it even target a coherent timeline? It was designed to dump into pocket dimensions, it shouldn't… Dr. Reynders: Amelia. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Dougall? It shouldn't… Dr. Reynders: Amelia. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh, my god. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: So, here's the thing. PROJECT ANAXIMANDER INITIAL PROPOSAL 2044/01/19 Chief Dougall Deering Department of Esoteric Reduction PURPOSE: Permanently, robustly, and sustainably eliminate the deleterious effects of redundant esoteric waste substances on consensus reality, at sufficient scale to compensate for the indefinite exponential growth of contained subjects and their by-products. ABSTRACT: Typical mechanisms of esoteric reduction — such as those presented in the practice of acroamatic abatement — are dependent upon the detoxifying properties of an Anomalously-stable copper isotope occurring naturally.Insofar as it is generated by the presence of another, uncontained Anomalous subject. within the waters of Lake Huron, which has been infeasible to artificially reproduce. As the quantity and volatility of esoteric waste has seen exponential increase over the Foundation's lifespan, the aforementioned method has approached minimal effectiveness, and can neither be localized nor replicated at sufficient scale without the entirety of Huron's lakewater soon being spent. An alternative method of esoteric reduction, known as 'existential abatement', has been proposed and implemented per insistence of the Pilcrow-Minkowski Center for Multidisciplinary Studies; this over-engineered, profoundly unstable method sought to circumvent the inception of Anomalous waste by instantiating self-justifying, metastable micro-paradoxes which were harnessed in the retroactive erasure of certain substances under extremely precise conditions. The inherent truculence of this approach inevitably led to its failure — expedited by its premature deactivation, leaving it vulnerable to commandeerment by rogue AI agents — which has resulted in: the loss of Site-43, its personnel, its infrastructure and contributions, its contained subjects, and the nation of Japan; the sudden and global resurgence of the esoteric waste substances crisis; multiple breaches of baseline reality's ontokinetic and chronological integrity; a cascade hazardous materials breach of multiversal proportion. The Department of Esoteric Reduction fundamentally rejects the pursuit of any such experimental solution, and so has worked closely with the P. M. Center to develop a well-tested, robust, rigorous methodology which will ensure the stable ejection of esoteric waste substances from consensus reality. METHOD: Esoteric waste substances are to be ejected from consensus reality. As these substances are inherently unpredictable and highly reactive with other Anomalous phenomena, attempts to ectoentropically erase or detoxify them have been rejected. Similarly, the hypothetical informational space 'between' or 'outside of' conventional universes has not been shown to meaningfully exist, and so attempting to send Anomalous substances to that space would be an experimental approach of unprecedented consequences. After much deliberation, it is evident that the only acceptable solution with which to proceed is the ejection of esoteric waste substances into parallel universes. This process must be executed such that the impact on recipient timelines is minimal and undetected, as the recipients' Foundations (or alternate Normalcy organizations) might otherwise become hostile to the baseline Foundation. To achieve this, ejected substances should be evenly distributed across a wide range of timelines in small, concentrated quantities; they should also be delivered to precise locations (and times) wherein their esoteric properties will swiftly be abated by local forces. The feasibility of this approach is attested by the uncontrolled dispersal of acroamatic material across the timeplane during the EE-001 "rubberband" event of 2043, which now stands as this project's initial test case. Controlled and targeted dispersal can only excel these results. The Department of Esoteric Reduction proposes the creation of an industrial eigenmachine, stationed at Area-21, which performs the following procedure: esoteric waste substances delivered by extant global logistics networks will be sorted by their attributes and properties, as they would be in conventional acroamatic abatement methods, then compactified into concentrated 'packets'; an extrauniversal imaging mechanism, designed by the P. M. Center in conjunction with Esoteric Polymath P. H. MD., PhD., will generate a 'timeplane-curve map' describing all timelines which possess an iteration of Site-43 (or suitable equivalent); every seventy-two days, for each waste packet, the next sequential timeline in the timeplane-curve map will be identified and targeted; this map is hard-coded to avoid human error and is subject to a 'ratchet system' which cannot be countermanded, as the intense thaumic backscatter produced by each packet deployment must be evenly distributed along the timeplane's heat-arc to avoid a potentially metapocalyptic imbalance; a temporary transdimensional Way will be initialized, linking baseline Area-21 to the appropriate section of the selected timeline's abatement facilities, at the time of minimal projected impact; the waste packet will be ejected from consensus reality through this Way, whereupon it will be sent to the recipient timeline and immediately abated alongside similar esoteric materials; the Way will then close, and the system will ratchet forward along the timeplane map in anticipation of the next deployment. Technical specifications and resource requirements will be presented in full to relevant parties as needed. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You didn't. Tell me you didn't. Dr. Deering: We ran a month of simulations on pocket dimension dumping. The consensus was that without full timeline coherence, the transfer process would almost certainly collapse the destination, rubberbanding just like when DePLExA— Chief Torosyan-Deering: You lied to me. Dr. Deering: It's just a detail! Not even a major detail. In every respect except for ontological strength factor— Chief Torosyan-Deering: We've been dumping hot garbage on our neighbours. MAGIC DRAWER hasn't been selecting from the set of stable pockets, it's been selecting from the set of stable timelines. Dr. Reynders: I wanted to tell you. Dr. Deering: I wanted to tell you! But I knew— Chief Torosyan-Deering: You knew I'd never… <Chief Torosyan-Deering sits down.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: That wasn't it. You didn't need my help. <Dr. Deering approaches her. He takes her hands. She does not look up at him.> Dr. Deering: That isn't true. I needed you on my side. I needed you so I could make this possible. For— <Chief Torosyan-Deering shoves him away.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Don't say it. Dr. Deering: Amelia— Chief Torosyan-Deering: You wanted me to think you'd found a permanent solution. Like you promised. You really are a sad sack of shit, Dougall Deering. <Chief Torosyan-Deering laughs, leans forward and holds her head in her hands.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: So, it's targeting us. Fine. What do we do about that? <Chief Torosyan-Deering suddenly stands up.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, actually, I need more information. Where precisely have we been sending these packets? What specific physical locations? Dr. Deering: Site-43. Always Site-43. <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: There is no Site-43. Dr. Reynders: You'll recall the chronological— Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh, for… the chronological calculations. You said time was variable in the pocket dimensions. We've been sending this stuff back in time, too? Into other people's pasts? Dr. Deering: It's a factor of transfer dilation, opportunity windows, the ratchet principle— Chief Torosyan-Deering: Where in our past is this packet going? Dr. Deering: MAGIC DRAWER selects whatever the most… <Dr. Deering sits down on the edge of the nearest chair. He almost falls off, clutching at the associated console for stability. Chief Torosyan-Deering moves as if to support him, then pulls back.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? What's wrong? Dr. Deering: It can't. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What can't? <Dr. Reynders gasps.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Doug, what's wrong? <Dr. Deering stands up abruptly. The chair spins away across the aisle.> Dr. Deering: No! No. We're not doing this. Dr. Reynders: It's already been done. The past is a pact, Dougall. Dr. Deering: No. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Wait. Dr. Reynders: We need to send something Anomalous through the aperture, and we need to do it soon. We can't destabilize the cosmos for this. Dr. Deering: <muttering> You think this is the cosmos being stable? Chief Torosyan-Deering: WAIT. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: I won't do it, Amelia. I didn't… <Dr. Deering sags.> Dr. Deering: I didn't do it. It wasn't me. <Chief Torosyan-Deering convenes the primary operational staff of Area-21 to review the data from MAGIC DRAWER and determine whether the executive interpretation of the packet delivery target site is correct. It is unanimously agreed that the device is preparing to transport esoteric effluence to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on 8 September, 2028.> <The executive staff have reconvened in the operations control room.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: This isn't a problem. It's an opportunity! We can… we can send something innocuous. Enough to get the job done, but not enough to kill him. Dr. Reynders: Amelia… Chief Torosyan-Deering: No, just listen to me, okay? Okay? Dr. Reynders: Okay, but we can't do it. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Why not? Why not? We just discovered that Phil was never meant to die in the first place! We caused it. We can un-cause it! We can fix the whole thing, and all we have to do is whiff the next shot. Dr. Deering: You're saying I caused it. Dr. Reynders: We, these versions of ourselves, everything we've done — with widespread multiversal consequences! — are the products of Philip Deering's death. We can't create a toxic uber-paradox to save one human life. Chief Torosyan-Deering: We're meant to fix this! It's a one in a million… no, an indescribably unlikely coincidence that we'd end up targeting ourselves. What could explain that, outside of fate? Dr. Reynders: Every target is indescribably unlikely, particularly from the perspective of each. Dr. Deering: She's right, Ilse. There's just no way we're the next recipient on blind luck. It would be the single greatest probabilistic outlier ever recorded. Even theorized. Dr. Reynders: Yes. It's infinitely more likely that something went wrong with the machine, and it failed to model the timeplane curve correctly; theoretically, we should be the 'end' of the arc. Chief Torosyan-Deering: More mistakes. Dr. Deering: No. Don't even. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I wasn't— Dr. Deering: Don't say it! I'm telling you, this wasn't me. Place did the calculations. We need to call him. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Place? Are you serious? Dr. Reynders: I've been trying, Dougall. He's gone silent. Again. Dr. Deering: Fuck! FUCK! How long do we have? Chief Torosyan-Deering: Two hours and change. Long enough to debate the solution. Dr. Reynders: There's nothing to debate. Chief Torosyan-Deering: There is. Ilse, Doug, we can save him. <She takes Dr. Deering's shoulders in her hands.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: We work miracles every day. If you burned the braincells in this room, you could power Toronto for a lifetime. Dr. Reynders: No. <Chief Torosyan-Deering turns her head to face Dr. Reynders.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I crawled my way out of Hell for this chance. To do right by someone I love. Tell me you don't understand that, Ilse, and remember why I was there in the first place. <Dr. Reynders opens her mouth, then looks away and does not respond. Chief Torosyan-Deering turns back to Dr. Deering.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: We can bring him back. Dr. Deering: Maybe… Chief Torosyan-Deering: Yes. You know it's right. It makes sense. Dr. Reynders: We can't. Chief Torosyan-Deering: We can. We can start over! Dr. Reynders: AMELIA! Chief Torosyan-Deering: I NEED MY HUSBAND BACK! <Silence on recording.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering releases Dr. Deering's shoulders.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm sorry, Doug. Dr. Deering: It's okay. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I'm so sorry. Dr. Deering: It's okay. I knew, of course. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I… look, I didn't… Dr. Reynders: I can't spare you two a moment. You know that. We're out of time to waste. We need to decide how we're going to handle this. Chief Torosyan-Deering: We… <Silence on recording.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: We need to let him go. Dr. Deering: That's only part of it. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Dr. Deering: You need to let him go. I need to take responsibility. <Dr. Deering calls a recess to allow the Historioglyphics Division to compare the next packet with the reported contents of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D on 8 September 2028. Chief Torosyan-Deering and Dr. Reynders are engaged in conversation within the former's office when they are alerted to the powerup of MAGIC DRAWER by a momentary power fluctuation. They return to the operations control room to find Dr. Deering absent; a brief search locates him within the maintenance access corridor to the device's delivery aperture. Chief Torosyan-Deering rushes to the outer door, finding it locked, while Dr. Reynders remains in operations control.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: What are you doing? <She hammers on the door. Dr. Deering is visible beyond the porthole, standing in the empty aperture, clenching and unclenching his hands.> <Chief Torosyan-Deering activates a panel beside the door.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: You're standing next to the loading chamber. It's not going to fire until you close the inner door. <Chief Torosyan-Deering attempts to open the outer door. Her access code is denied.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: What are you DOING? <Chief Torosyan-Deering hammers on the door.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I know you can hear me. Dougall! <Dr. Reynders speaks via P. A. system.> Dr. Reynders: He's overriding the safeties. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Why? Dr. Reynders: He's going to— Chief Torosyan-Deering: No. Absolutely not. <She hammers on the porthole, breaking the skin on her right hand in the process.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: DOUGALL! What the fuck are you— <The overhead lights flicker, and a persistent hum is heard throughout Area-21. MAGIC DRAWER is preparing to deliver its packet.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Stop! Stop! We can work this out. Talk to me, or I swear on his memory I'm going to shut the whole system down. Dr. Reynders: You can't do that. <Dr. Deering turns to face Chief Torosyan-Deering.> Dr. Deering: You can't do that. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Watch me. Dr. Deering: We don't mean you can't do that, really. We're saying it's the wrong move. Amelia, I'm sorry. I thought this would be easier if you and I didn't… didn't talk again. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You always want to do it the easy way. Dr. Deering: I'm making up for it now. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You say that, but from where I'm standing, you're about to give up and leave us to fix the mess you made. How is that not the easy way out? Dr. Deering: I know what killed Phil. Chief Torosyan-Deering: You've always known what killed Phil. And so have I. Dr. Deering: Exactly. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Dr. Deering: I killed Phil. <Dr. Deering taps his chest.> Dr. Deering: I killed Phil. And this is how I did it. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Come out here, and let's discuss. Dr. Reynders: The ramifications of what you're suggesting— Dr. Deering: I'm not suggesting anything. This is what happened. The thing that coiled around him did so for a reason. It ignored me. It went for him. It solved the problem. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Solved the…? Dr. Deering: That's why I'm the only one who could see it, at first. It was me. <Dr. Deering spreads his hands wide.> Dr. Deering: I'm the loop. Chief Torosyan-Deering: That doesn't… Dr. Deering: This packet is one hundred percent paraspectral. It's the extra material that showed up after Phil flushed AAF-D, the stuff nobody could account for. It's the source of the thing that took his life. And that thing behaved with purpose, Amelia. Chief Torosyan-Deering: That doesn't mean you have to… Dr. Deering: It does, though. The loop is stable, so long as we get this next part right. Otherwise… <Dr. Deering looks up at the ceiling of the chamber.> Dr. Deering: Paradox, Ilse. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What's he talking about? <Dr. Reynders hesitates for a moment, then speaks.> Dr. Reynders: Phil dying set all of this in motion, and it's cross-multiversal now. Phil has to die again. He always has to die. And it has to be a sure thing. Dr. Deering: Meaning we need control at the moment of crisis. What we send needs to have agency. And a shot of undifferentiated ectoplasm hasn't got that. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What makes you think you won't just melt into nothing when the packet pours in on you? Dr. Deering: I suppose… I probably will. But I know that won't be the end of it. Because I saw myself. I saw myself draw in the extra energy, take… take Phil, and then pass back into the pipes. Chief Torosyan-Deering: But why does it have to be you? Dr. Deering: Because he's my brother. And this time I'm going to show up for him. Chief Torosyan-Deering: But it doesn't make SENSE! Ilse, hold on. Try to shut this thing down. You guys aren't thinking this through rationally. Why would that be the loop? Why would you turn yourself into something that would kill your own brother? Dr. Deering: Because the packet would have killed him instead, and then it would have blown the whole place sky-high, me included, and as far as anyone would know it would have all been Phil's fault. Instead, something sucked up the effluence in the air, then took him… <His eyes widen.> Dr. Deering: I remember thinking he hadn't felt it. That he didn't suffer. Maybe it gave him that. And then it saved the Site, gave my old self the chance to turn the valve, start my penance. Then it disappeared into the system… <Dr. Deering laughs.> Dr. Deering: And you know what? I bet it was still in there back in '43. 2043. Chief Torosyan-Deering: I saw it. Dr. Deering: What? Chief Torosyan-Deering: I saw it. It leaked down into DePLExA from AAF-D. It tried to kill me, too. On my last run through the cycle. Dr. Deering: That doesn't make sense. You couldn't see it on the video of Phil's acc— of what happened to Phil. Chief Torosyan-Deering: But I could see it in person when the chronology anchor started to work. When 43 rolled back to reality, it must've been caught in the throes, concretized. It appeared, and it reached out for me… <Silence on recording.> Dr. Deering: Reached out for you. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Oh my god. Dr. Deering: Running in circles for fifteen years, trapped in the pipes, waiting for you to bring me back to life, so I could help you to survive. I like the symmetry. Chief Torosyan-Deering: This can't be happening. Dr. Deering: At least this time, it really is my idea. <Chief Torosyan-Deering sags.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Except you didn't help me to survive. You didn't do a fucking thing that helped me. <She laughs.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: God, I should have known it was you. Dr. Deering: I'm sorry. Chief Torosyan-Deering: But you didn't answer my question. Why is this the loop? Phil only died because you did this. If he hadn't died, you never would have decided to do this. The logic doesn't work. <Dr. Deering shrugs.> Dr. Deering: It happened, so it does work. The universe requires it to. Bootstrap paradox. Maybe the materials involved… they were ambichronological, remember? Time flowing both ways. <He shrugs again.> Dr. Deering: Or maybe that's looking too deep. Maybe Phil and I are just predestined to part, like… well. <Chief Torosyan-Deering places a palm on the porthole. Dr. Deering moves to match the gesture, then pulls back.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: That's not enough. It's not universal perversity. It needs to mean something more. You did all of this for him! We both did. All of it. Tell me I'm wrong. Dr. Deering: You're wrong. Half-wrong. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What? Dr. Deering: I never did any of it for him. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Reynders: Two minutes. I'm sorry. Chief Torosyan-Deering: What about me? <Dr. Deering turns away.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Dougall? What about me? For fuck's sake, let me do it instead. You know that's the better solution. Dr. Deering: No. Absolutely not. Chief Torosyan-Deering: Stop being so selfish! <Dr. Deering looks over his shoulder.> Dr. Deering: It's not selfish. It's the least selfish part of this, maybe the only part that isn't. Sure, I'm taking the easy way out. That's who I am. That's all I'm useful for. Maybe I can find a way to do some good in there, however this works out. If I can, I'll keep trying. But I'm weak and lazy and short-sighted, nothing anyone can count on, as you well know. So you need to stay out there, the way you are right now, and keep doing the real work. The good— Chief Torosyan-Deering: No! Dr. Deering: Yes. Because that's who you are, and nobody made you that way but you. Chief Torosyan-Deering: No. Dr. Deering: Goodbye, Amelia. <Dr. Deering reaches into his labcoat and palms a remote control. He steps into the loading chamber and presses a button on the device. The inner door swings shut.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: I don't forgive you. <A klaxon sounds as the packet delivery system audibly grinds to life.> Chief Torosyan-Deering: Are you listening? I don't forgive you. This isn't how I forgive you. <Dr. Deering looks up, and a flood of material obscures the inner porthole view.> Dr. Deering: Just a trick. <MAGIC DRAWER compacts, then delivers its packet.> « END TRANSCRIPT » What is waste? I guess you finally figured it out, Dougall. END OF COMPILED DOCUMENTS SUMMARY: Deliberate abuse of Authority resources precipitated enhanced ascension of Tier-IV Cosmological Anomaly (STAGNATION), in addition to extensive material damages, and injection of volatile Anomalous phenomena within and beyond the Coalitional Timeplane. Personnel in positions with unfettered access to power, resources, and opportunities for abuse of same are governed by irrationality, individual self-aggrandizement, and interpersonal indulgence. Iteration displays routine ignorance of metacontractual obligations, making no effort to report to the Collective or acknowledge Our existence. 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We implore you to exercise greater caution in your efforts to Contain, in balance with your aims to Secure and Protect. Good luck on your own. You have (1) new messages. R: They did find him, you know, after a fashion. It took her a month to reverse-engineer and then adapt the old DePLExA referent seeker to pick up his Daumal signature, altered state or no, but she did it. He's still out there. P: I'm busy. Is there something you want? R: He was blundering aimlessly around in some ideospheric trash heap, in between darting in and out of time and space, looking for… well, you know what he was looking for. And you know what he's unleashed already in the process, not that you care. P: You might be surprised. R: I'm sending you the snapshot she took; I hope you take a good, long look. P: What response are you looking for here? Regret? Satisfaction? You know how it goes, Ilse. R: You left her holding the bag. Both of you. I want you to acknowledge that. P: I've got nothing to give you. Not until this is done. R: But it never will be DONE, will it? P: You KNOW how it goes. P: You play your part, and I'll play mine. Image received. R: We all fall apart at the finish line. [email protected]:// ./certify timeRemaining Session certification will expire in (2) minutes. [email protected]:// ./prepwipe terminal_null activityLog current Session activity will delete upon terminal shutdown. [email protected]:// ./msg ext_server-6276 !undata recipient 0000 Input message content: [email protected]:// "Operation LAST STRAW success; Project ADMONITION ready." Message sent successfully. You have (1) reply. Displaying by sender override: [email protected]:// "INITIATE PHASE TWO" Shutting down… « EIGHTH COMMANDMENT EXISTENTIAL ABATEMENT TO BE CONTINUED » ADMO FEATURING HARRYBLANK WITH ART BY SYUZHET » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Absentia-Class Anomalies are employed by the Foundation in ensuring the absence of non-existent phenomena. For clarity: all components of this network must be designed to securely handle full payloads of volatile acroamatic material, despite the fact that these payloads will be absent, and the entire network will handle precisely nothing. A general term encompassing anti-chronons, malignant narremes, and related phenomena. Technically no longer effluence-generating, with occasional exceptions. Or the effluence is destined to be detected beforehand and preemptively removed before shipping; or it will go undetected but spill out of its container in transit; et cetera. An administrative and research position of parascientific advisory to Overseer Council, permitting Dr. PHMD. to authorize and oversee various projects as needed. Timestamps have been irretrievably corrupted via the substitution of nonprinting characters in the source document, likely as one result of the events described therein. Not a mathematical inverse, but the complementary set. An initiative to reproduce the functioning of lost artificially-intelligent conscripts via the amnesticization and psychological reconditioning of organic consciousnesses. Extremely variable local time constriction and dilation during EE-001 may result in unlikely but objectively correct intervals between events. Indicating a level of divergence between internal and external conceptual spaces which cannot be reconciled without the annihilation of all intervening matter. Subject was in transit to the AAF-X Emergency Acroamatic Redundancy Bunker during Incident 6488-D/II, before being rendered unconscious. She has been subsequently unable to account for her presence in this alternate Anomalous shelter. Scranton Reality Filters. 2043 in actuality, owing to the aforementioned temporal divergence. Theovlavic material is chaos-shifted Akiva energy in semioplasmic state. Recognized by the Oracle Collective (and Metafoundation writ large) as the authoritative Prime-Timeline. Canonical Bundle DW17 Timeline Delta-Blue; the subject of this audit. Details regarding this device are released on a need-to-know basis; contact your Esoteric Reduction liaison if you feel you need to know! On obtaining her doctorate, Dr. Torosyan-Deering elected to continue service under her job title ("Chief") rather than the earned honorific ("Dr."). Insofar as it is generated by the presence of another, uncontained Anomalous subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7243" by Placeholder McD, Liryn, HarryBlank, syuzhet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7243. 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-7244 | euclid | SCP-7244-1 in containment. Item #: SCP-7244 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7244 is to be kept inside a containment aviary attached to Site-107. This aviary is planted with appropriate flora typical of the South-Eastern United States to facilitate suitable perching for foraging and nesting behavior. For specific nutrition plans, please contact Dr. Catesby. Any personnel entering and exiting the structure must use the built-in airlock and ensure that it is empty before opening the exterior door. Separating both instances of SCP-7244 must be avoided. Description: SCP-7244 is a bonded pair of Eastern Bluebird (Sialia Sialis). Both individuals are sapient and possess intelligence comparable to adult humans. Both communicate and vocalize similar to non-anomalous birds but use a language structure believed to be learned from listening to humans. SCP-7244 refuses to communicate to any entity other than each other. It is possible to transcribe communications into a more readable form.1 Research is currently being done if the pair will produce young that are also sapient. After translating conversations between SCP-7244-1, the male, and SCP-7244-2, the female, it was determined SCP-7244 did not produce any offspring prior to capture. SCP-7244 was discovered by specialty ornithologist Dr. Catesby while deployed on an unrelated project in Birmingham, Alabama on ████/2020. Dr. Catesby spent his free time birdwatching at a nearby park, only noticing the anomaly when he heard a pair of calls he did not recognize. After following them, he spotted SCP-7244-1 landing on an apparent nest stuffed into a light fixture. It appeared to be "conversing" with another bird in the nest, later identified as SCP-7244-2. Returning the next day, the same behavior was observed. Following this, Dr. Catesby was able to record a sample of communication between SCP-7244. After the recording was inputted into a Foundation translation AI, it was determined to be anomalous. Following this, a containment team was deployed. After being captured, SCP-7244-2 produced several high-pitched calls, described as cries. SCP-7244-1 immediately appeared, searching for SCP-7244-2 before also being captured. + Audio Transcript 7244-A - Audio Transcript 7244-A Audio Transcript 7244-A Foreword: The following is a transcript of a recording captured by Dr. Catesby as he rode alongside the transport chambers for SCP-7244. <Begin Log> Note: SCP-7244-2 is cowering in a back corner of its transport container while SCP-7244-1 clings to the metal front grate of theirs with its claws, attempting to reach SCP-7244-2. SCP-7244-1: It's okay, I'm here. SCP-7244-2: What do you think they are going to do with us? SCP-7244-1: I don't know. SCP-7244-2: This isn't fair. SCP-7244-1: Focus on staying calm. [SCP-7244-2 is seen breathing heavily and moving its head to look at each of the containment team guards.] SCP-7244-2: What are we going to do? SCP-7244-1: I just need you to stay strong for me. <End Log> SCP-7244 was placed in a temporary containment unit until a permanent aviary could be completed at Site-107. During this time, it was regularly monitored by Dr. Catesby. Researcher Note 7244-B: Over the past week, it has become obvious that SCP-7244 possesses no abilities other than their anomalous sapience. Today they discussed raising chicks. Apparently the nest I discovered was the first one they had built for their first offspring. They both agreed doing this now would only bring their children into pain. The rest of the day they only huddled together on the singular perch of the container and said nothing. This is the dichotomy of The Foundation. How do we maintain the containment of beings like this while also allowing their happiness? We should be a people that pride ourselves in our humanity, for that is what separates us from more barbaric groups that seek to destroy instead of protect. While we may fight in the darkness, that does not always mean sacrificing our willingness to foster healthier lives. By improving the lives of the things we contain, we can begin to build a better Foundation as a start. -Dr. Catesby When an adequate aviary was completed at Site-19, SCP-7244 was transferred and placed in permanent containment. Additionally, Dr. Catesby was assigned to lead researcher for SCP-7244. At this time, priority was placed on determining extent of the anomaly's reproductive capabilities. + Video Transcript 7244-C - Video Transcript 7244-C Video Transcript 7244-C Foreword: The following is a transcript of a video recording taken by a camera placed inside SCP-7244's containment chamber. <Begin Log> SCP-7244-2 perches on a tree branch in the center of the chamber while SCP-7244-1 swoops down to catch a grasshopper on the floor, then returns to SCP-7244-2 with the bug. SCP-7244-1: Here, you need to eat. SCP-7244-2 takes the grasshopper but sets it on the branch beside it. SCP-7244-1: Are you okay? SCP-7244-2: No. [Pause] SCP-7244-1: I promise everything will be okay. I will take care of you. SCP-7244-1: I am sorry that this has happened, but we need to try to make the best of it. SCP-7244-1: Please talk to me. SCP-7244-2: I'm not bringing our babies into this place to just suffocate. SCP-7244-1: It's not that bad! We get good food and all this room now. SCP-7244-2: It's about being free. They will never know anything outside these walls. SCP-7244-1: They will know us. <End Log> + Video Transcript 7244-D - Video Transcript 7244-D Video Transcript 7244-D Foreword: The following is a log transcribed from a recording taken by a security camera inside the office of research for SCP-7244. <Begin Log> [23:36] The room is dark, a single desk lamp illuminates Lead Researcher Dr. Catesby as he peers over a set of papers on a desk. There are bags under his eyes and he barely moves from his hunched position. [23:40] Site Director Dawn enters, carrying a briefcase in one hand, a hat in the other. Dr. Catesby jolts to his feet. Catesby: Director! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you would be visiting tonight. Director Dawn: I saw your car in the parking lot. I'm usually the last one to leave, so I got curious. Shouldn't you be home with your family? Catesby: Yes, well, I just need to finish these transcriptions before I leave. Your office sent me another memo today to pressure me for more results. Director Dawn: I know, I was the one who approved it. Catesby: Sir, you have dealt with more anomalies than most of us, so you know they can have emotions just like us. These birds are no different, they need more time to heal. [Director Dawn walks to face a viewing window into SCP-7244's aviary. Dr. Catesby follows beside him. Inside the aviary there is no light and nothing can be seen. The desk lamp casts dim light across both the men's faces.] Director Dawn: How is your daughter, Dr. Catesby? Catesby: She is fine, already asleep, I am sure. Director Dawn: Did you know I also have a daughter? Two, actually. Catesby: I did not know that. How old are they? Director Dawn: A little older than yours, 16 and 18… They both hate me, their mother tells them I don't care about them because I spend too much time at work. Catesby: I'm sorry to hear that, it must be hard for you. Director Dawn: It's the sacrifice I made. I chose the Foundation. I know you have already made your choice. I see it in your eyes. Catesby: My family is the only thing keeping me together most days. Director Dawn: Then you know what you must do, I need results. I will be forced to take you off the project if you don't. [Dr. Catesby stiffens and looks at the Director.] Catesby: So I will go back to the field and re-deploy? Director Dawn: I'm afraid so. [The Director does not move and continues looking straight into the black of the aviary.] Catesby: Then I will get it done. Director Dawn: I know you will. Goodnight, Doctor. Catesby: Goodnight, sir. [23:52] Director Dawn exits and Dr. Catesby takes his seat back at his desk. <End Log> Experiment 7244-E: Every day, Lead Researcher Dr. Catesby will spend more time in the aviary with SCP-7244 attempting to build a closer bond with the entities. This will be accomplished by providing higher-quality food, as well as playing music to facilitate more positive interactions. + Video Transcript 7244-F - Video Transcript 7244-F Video Transcript 7244-F Foreword: Four days after beginning new daily experiment procedures, SCP-7244 was showing higher trust in Dr. Catesby when he decided to host a video call with his wife and daughter while inside the SCP-7244 containment aviary. <Begin Log> [13:32] Dr. Catesby is seated at the picnic table inside SCP-7244's containment aviary. Across the table sits a tray of mealworms and sliced watermelon. He is tapping on a Foundation-issued tablet while classical music can be heard coming from a small speaker next to him. [13:34] SCP-7244-1 appears at the top of the screen, swooping down and grabbing a worm in its beak. [13:35] The tablet begins to ring and Dr. Catesby shifts in his seat. Catesby: Hey, Sadie! How is your day going? [The screen shakes and the face of a young girl fills the display.] Sadie: Mommy made me pancakes! Mrs. Catesby: <Laughing> She has been so excited to see your birds all day that she hasn't even eaten yet. Catesby: They aren't going anywhere! It's your dad's job to make sure they are as happy as possible. Sadie: Show me them! Catesby: They are hiding right now, they don't know what to think of this scary tablet. Let's give them some time, they will show. Tell me how school is going, are you listening to your mom? Sadie: Yep! Today I drew this! [The display is filled with what appears to be a drawing of the water table.] Catesby: That looks great! I think you might be an artist one day. <He smiles and the bags under his eyes seem to shrink.> [13:40] SCP-7244-1 lands at the opposite end of the table and pecks at a cube of watermelon. SCP-7244-2 can be seen on a nearby branch, inspecting Dr. Catesby. Catesby: <He turns the tablet so the camera shows SCP-7244-1> Oh look! There's the male. Sadie: Wow, he's so blue! Mrs. Catesby: You only have the pair? Catesby: Unfortunately, these two were in an accident so they will never survive in the wild again. They are extremely territorial, so it would be bad if we put more birds in here. Sadie: Why won't the other one come closer? I want to see her. Catesby: She doesn't trust me very much, but I am working on it. [SCP-7244-1 brings a mealworm to SCP-7244-2 who swallows it. They begin to vocalize to each other, which is recorded by the mic.] SCP-7244-2: Where are those voices coming from? SCP-7244-1: I think it's from that thing he is looking at. He looks so much happier than usual. SCP-7244-2: I know… it's nice. Catesby: Are you excited to go to the park this weekend? Sadie: Yep! I can't wait! Mrs. Catesby: Are you going to be able to come home for dinner tonight? I need to wash your clothes, and I am sure you would prefer to sleep on a real bed and not that cot in your office. Catesby: I am coming rather they want me to or not. Coming home to you is the only thing that keeps me going. Mrs. Catesby: Things will get better, we will be with you no matter what. Catesby: That means more to me than you know. I love you so much. Mrs. Catesby: I love you too. Sadie: We will have desert ready for you when you get home! We are going to bake a cheesecake! Catesby: That sounds delicious, I can't wait to have some. [Dr. Catesby looks up at SCP-7244, they can be seen both snuggling on a branch and staring at him.] <End Log> + Video Transcript 7244-G - Video Transcript 7244-G Video Transcript 7244-G [15:32] SCP-7244-2 is on the floor of the aviary, foraging through shrubbery and soil. [SCP-7244-1 hops on the floor beside SCP-7244-2, occasionally stopping to look at SCP-7244-2.] SCP-7244-2: Quit looking at me like that, I can see you pointing your beak at me. SCP-7244-1: It's just so good to see you feeling better. It warms my feathers. SCP-7244-2: I guess I am getting more used to this. Might as well since we are never going to leave and will probably die here. SCP-7244-1: Don't be so negative. Even in here, we still can have our own moments together. SCP-7244-2: You are right, I'm sorry. SCP-7244-1: It's okay. [Several minutes pass without either individual vocalizing.] SCP-7244-2: Do you remember that song we used to like? SCP-7244-1: The one from that strange place with all the loud shiny things they would carry around? Of course I do. [SCP-7244-2 begins singing a tune identified as "It's a Lovely Day Tomorrow" by Tommy Dorsey. SCP-7244-1 joins in soon after and after 24 seconds, both are flying around the chamber together and vocalizing loudly.] <End Log> The following transcript was collected the day following the previous transcript. It was taken when Lead Researcher Dr. Catesby was taking his daily lunch break, which he spends inside the SCP-7244 containment aviary. + Video Transcript 7244-H - Video Transcript 7244-H Video Transcript 7244-H [11:32] Lead Researcher Dr. Catesby sits at the picknick table inside the SCP-7244 containment aviary and opens a small lunchbox. [SCP-7244-1 is seen flying to a branch on the outside ring of the rest area.] [11:45] After eating his meal, he begins placing the leftover trash back inside the lunchbox when he appears surprised and lifts a small note from an inside compartment. [After a few minutes, he looks up at SCP-7244-1 with a smile.] Dr. Catesby: I know you can understand me. I am going to read this letter to you, maybe you can learn from it. [SCP-7244-2 appears and joins SCP-7244-1 at the branch watching Dr. Catesby.] Dr. Catesby: Honey, I know you don't like to talk about it, and I want to respect your wishes, but I see how stressed you have been lately. These past few weeks have been amazing and I am so grateful to have you back with us, I know Sadie is too. When you are gone, we feel so hollow, like nothing is as it should be. When you are here though, everything fits into place and all is well. I want you to know that you are the most amazing person I have ever met, and remember that everything is only what you make of it. I hope your day is going well and I can't wait to see you later. With love, your wife. [Dr. Catesby sets the piece of paper down and stares at it for a few moments.] [11:50] SCP-7244-2 lands on the table and approaches Dr. Catesby who is startled and tries not to flinch. [SCP-7244-2 then whistles a short tune before flying away] <End Log> Researcher Note 7244-I: Every day, I see steps forward for SCP-7244, steps that will blaze a path of continued growth with us. At last, the very same affliction that allows them to be kept here is the same thing that will help them adjust to their new life. Let us foster this growth so that it will bloom into a respectful relationship between them and The Foundation. We may even learn from them as sometimes it is more important to understand what each other mean to us, instead of what is actually happening to us. -Lead Researcher Dr. Catesby Footnotes 1. Through use of a Foundation Translation AI ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7244" by Laszloo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7244. 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: EBlueBird.jpeg Name: Eastern_bluebird.jpeg Author: Flying822 License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eastern_bluebird.jpg |
SCP-7245 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7245 Level1 Containment Class: memet Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7245-1 instances Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7245 is allowed to continue her duties on-site. Instances of SCP-7245-1 are to be relocated to Site-99's arboreal wing where they are treated accordingly. Staff wishing to personally acquire said specimens may do so with written permission from SCP-7245 herself. Description: SCP-7245 is Dr. Charlotte D'Amore, assistant lead of Site-99's Botanic Department, who is subject to the manifestation of SCP-7245-1. Instances of SCP-7245-1 refer to unique strands of flora that sprout throughout Dr. D'Amore's body, mainly from the back of her head, her arms and wrists, as well as the area above her chest. Those who are exposed to SCP-7245-1 undergo certain memetic effects, which include: An increased pulse and breathing rate; An increase in body temperature; Slight dizziness and flushing of cheeks; A sudden surge of motivation, and; A 'sweet' tasting sensation. These qualities intensify when nearing SCP-7245's proximity. It should also be noted that Dr. D'Amore is the only individual who is exempt from SCP-7245-1's anomalous properties. Addendum-1: Interview Interviewer: Researcher Gerald Smith Interviewee: SCP-7245 Date: 5th June 2022 Foreword: The following interview serves to possibly discern any correlation that can be discovered between each SCP-7245-1 manifestation. This footage takes place within Dr. D'Amore's office space. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7245 and Rsr. Smith are seated beside one another on a couch, the former fixated on the vase of SCP-7245-1 instances (pictured above) situated on the desk's corner while the latter is tampering with the recording device. Smith: Alright, it's on. SCP-7245: Huh? Oh, yeah. Cool. Smith sets his clipboard on his lap and briefly skims through the notes attached. Smith: This is Interview Log number 7245 dash five. Speaking is Researcher Gerald Smith, here with Dr. Charlotte D'Amore, aka SCP-7245. We'll be discussing the usual, and hopefully we can find a causation for her anomaly. Are you ready, D'Amore? SCP-7245: Mhm… Smith: Okay, great. Let's just start with a simple 'how are you'? SCP-7245: Uh, it's going well for the most part. Been deep in thought lately. Smith: Is that something to be concerned about? SCP-7245 crosses her arms. SCP-7245: No, my head's in the clouds. That's all. An SCP-7245-1 instance sprouts from above her foot, falling to the ground. Smith: Alright. Well, has there been any developments on your front? Any theories or maybe even guesses that are circling your mind? It doesn't have to be anything concrete. SCP-7245: I don't… it's nothing. Smith: That doesn't sound like "nothing". SCP-7245: Heh, sure it doesn't. A pause. Smith: (Inhales deeply) Right, let's just continue. Have you had any difficulties with your flowers? Apart from the usual inconveniences, that is. SCP-7245: Difficulties? I wouldn't say there's — Another SCP-7245-1 sprouts from her wrist. SCP-7245 attempts to hide it. SCP-7245: — no, everything's fine. Yeah, all good. Smith: Are you sure? More instances of SCP-7245-1 grow from her wrist. SCP-7245: Yes, couldn't be better, honestly. SCP-7245 hastily sweeps the flowers beside the couch. A longer period of silence follows between both people. SCP-7245: Aren't you gonna continue with the interview? Smith: Oh, I would, if it weren't for you constantly brushing your plants away like I'm blind. You think I wouldn't notice? SCP-7245: I mean, it must be a bother, yeah? I'm just doing some spring cleaning. Smith: Charlotte, what's with the sudden attitude? Where's your usual chatty self? SCP-7245: I just don't feel as chatty right now. No idea what you're talking about. Smith: You've done nothing but stare at that vase while we've been talking. SCP-7245 swiftly faces Smith. SCP-7245: Like I said, I'm just a little lost in thought. I'm just not used to being a walking garden. Smith: D'Amore, it's been months since this anomaly has surfaced. Recently, it feels as if you've been exposed to some secondary effect. SCP-7245: What makes you say that? Smith: You're more jumpy, you lose focus during conversations and meetings. The documents you've sent me contain various mistakes as well. Smith sets aside his clipboard. Smith: Be honest with me here. Is this the anomaly disrupting you? SCP-7245 puts on a strained expression. SCP-7245: No, it's not. It's too embarrassing. Smith: How so? SCP-7245: What do you think? Have you not read my file? Smith: What exactly are you implying? SCP-7245: The increase in heartbeat, the light-headedness, the sudden urge to get up and do shit just to distract yourself. I'm in love, Gerry. This is infatuation. Smith lowers his eyebrows, thinking. Smith: Oh, really? SCP-7245: Yeah, I'm surprised you're the first to realize that. Though, I wasn't doing myself many favors either. This is just (chuckles)… this is stupid. Smith: How come you didn't tell any of us? If you knew. SCP-7245: Because I didn't want to believe it myself. When the thought first came through, I figured it was illogical, just ridiculous. I mean, who would come to that conclusion, am I right? SCP-7245 stares at the vase. SCP-7245: But when I thought about it, it all suddenly clicked. It was so simple. I wasn't exempt from those flowers' properties; those were my feelings shot through the petals. SCP-7245 takes a deep breath. SCP-7245: I don't know. I guess I was just too scared to consider it. Who would've thought an anomaly can sprout from circumstances as small as these. Smith leans back into the couch as SCP-7245 blinks several times. Smith: So, what are you going to do then? SCP-7245 scratches her neck. SCP-7245: (Sighs) Fuck it, I might as well rip the bandaid. It's either that or suffer a fate of a thousand flowers. Whatever happens, happens. Smith puts a hand on SCP-7245's shoulder. She turns to him. Smith: I'm sure it'll be just fine. I'll be willing to help out however I can. SCP-7245: Thanks… if that's the case, would you mind authorizing a test for me? [END LOG] Addendum-2: Experiment Log On the 6th of June 2022, an experiment concerning SCP-7245 was conducted to confirm Dr. D'Amore's assumption for the cause of her anomaly. For the sake of the test, Dr. April Mandana1 was asked to partake in said experiment. The contents below detail the events that follow. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7245 stands facing the wall, occasionally scratching herself on the arm and neck. She stands perfectly still when hearing the entrance open. Mandana: Hello? Oh! Dr. Mandana enters the experiment room and notices SCP-7245 standing near the corner. She closes the door behind her as she glances at the observation window, with a confused expression on her face. Mandana: Good day, Charlotte. I didn't know you'd be here too. Mr. Smith called me here for a test, but said he couldn't elaborate. Could this be related to your anomaly? SCP-7245 inhales deeply as a -1 instance falls to the ground. SCP-7245: It's great to see you, April. How's work handling yo — How're you handling work? All good on that end? Mandana: It's going swimmingly as usual. Faces old and new, topics as interesting as ever. SCP-7245: That's nice, that's nice. Pause. SCP-7245: I know you might be a bit perplexed but, um… (mutters) god, I don't know how to do this sort of thing. Mandana: What do you mean? SCP-7245: I'm literally ridiculing myself in front of the camera. Someone's gonna look over this and write all this shit down, and a lot more people are gonna read this and laugh. I could've done this as simply as just telling you but I'm putting on this whole act to seem cool. What am I doing? Mandana: I… I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but you shouldn't discourage yourself like that, Charlotte. You're a very wonderful woman and the times I've spoken with you are quite enjoyable. You were so kind to me when I first got here and I mean it. SCP-7245: Ah, there you go again, April. You never change, do you? Mandana: Hm? Where is this — Numerous instances of SCP-7245-1 begin sprouting from SCP-7245's body, startling Mandana. SCP-7245: The countless compliments and words of endearment, that smile you always have when we talk, how you pay attention to everything I have to say, down to every little detail. And on top of that, you have this radiating sincerity that just… it fucks me up every time I think about it. Mandana widens her eyes in surprise. Mandana: Charlotte, I'm surprised to hear tha — SCP-7245 covers her cheeks with her hands. SCP-7245: I don't know if you've noticed this but I've been looking your way more and more since I fell into this whole predicament. I almost didn't realize it until I connected the dots. Every time I look at you, it keeps me moving or something. This is my first time saying this shit, okay? Don't judge. Mandana: (Looks away) Alright, you don't have to tell me any mo — SCP-7245 tilts her head to the side. SCP-7245: But even now, I'm doubting myself. Even when I filed for this experiment — Mandana: (Turns back) Charlotte. SCP-7245: — even when I got Gerry to help with this high-school-level cringe fest — Mandana: Charlotte. SCP-7245: — even when I get flustered over every time you spotted me a drink from that one coffee spot I'm a sucker for. I want one last confirmation, just to be sure what I'm saying's from the… from the — Mandana: (Shouts) Charlotte! SCP-7245 stops. Mandana: I didn't… I didn't know you felt that way. That was a lot to take in, all those emotions you decided to dump on me. You're going to make me melt from doing that, you know? Mandana looks to her side. Mandana: Actually, I've been going through the same experience, probably ever since I've met you. The way you treat me and everyone else I know with such vibrancy and respect. Before long, I found myself viewing you more… differently. SCP-7245: You did? Mandana: Yes. And I figured I'd want to return the favor by becoming someone that feels worthy of being by your side, so I've been approaching you steadily and building our relationship. Mandana straightens her posture. Mandana: Why do you think I remember what coffee you like to drink? Down to the specifics? I was hoping I could get a chance at being more than just mere acquaintances. Mandana lets out a sigh of relief. Mandana: I'm just thrilled you feel the same way, Charlotte. SCP-7245 stutters repeatedly. SCP-7245: R-Really? Mandana: Really really. Pause. SCP-7245: You know what? I'm just gonna turn around. SCP-7245 turns and faces Mandana, who has her palms on her chest. Suddenly, a spontaneous burst of SCP-7245-1 instances sprout from all across her body, almost covering a significant portion of her. SCP-7245: Yeah, I guess that's it then. Mandana: (Grins) Is it now? SCP-7245 stares at the ground, attempting to hide her face with the -1 instances. SCP-7245: …April, I fucking love you. [END LOG] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Invitation To: ten.pics.99etis|htimsdlareg#ten.pics.99etis|htimsdlareg From: ten.pics.99etis|eromadettolrahc#ten.pics.99etis|eromadettolrahc Subject: Invitation Date: 29/05/24 Good evening, Researcher Smith. You are cordially invited to Charlotte and April D'Amore's wedding on the 6th of June 2024. Make sure you come in with appropriate attire and bring in some food for the afterparty if you'd like. You are allowed to bring a plus one for the occasion, but bring twice the amount of food if you're going to do that. On a side note, though: Thank you for listening to my stupid self from back then. I've never been this happy in my entire life and I owe you one for that. Being with her is a blessing among blessings. I hope I can see you there! Footnotes 1. An on-site counsellor for personnel and sapient entities alike. 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SCP-7246 | neutralized | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains subject matter such as body mutilation, torture, gun violence, coups, death by hanging, and death by crucifixion. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7246 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo ”The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince” Archived Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7246 is to be contained in the Anomalous Films Archives at Site-57. Due to the fragile nature of the film material that makes up SCP-7246, standard nitrate-based film storage procedures are to be followed at all times. Likewise, SCP-7246 is only to be played once every 1-5 years in order to avoid unnecessary damage of its contents. Access and playback of SCP-7246 can only be performed at the discretion of the head researcher. Description: SCP-7246 was a nitrate-based film dating back circa 1920 titled “The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”. Its main plot concerns the death of “The Emperor of Alegannen” and his “Crown Prince”, as well as the subsequent accession of “The Chancellor of Alegannen” to the regency of the Empire (see Addendum 7246.1 for a full description of the film’s plot). Upon discovery in 1965, similarities were found between the film and other material pertaining to the City of Alagadda. This prompted Foundation researchers to classify the anomaly as related material and mark it for transfer to Site-57. Unlike other materials of this type, however, SCP-7246 produces no harmful anomalous effects on its viewer. SCP-7246 also initially showed no anomalous effects upon its discovery. Its only extraordinary property was found 5 years later in 1970, when Head Researcher Cornwall discovered upon reviewing the footage that the events depicted within the film had inexplicably changed, with minor revisions being made to the film’s plot (see Addendum 7246.2). This continued until a major change transpired in 1986 (see Addendum 7246.3), after which the anomaly was reclassified as neutralized. Addendum 7246.1: The following document details a written transcription of SCP-7246, as documented upon its first playback in 1965. Background: SCP-7246, titled “The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince”, is a silent black-and-white film dating to approximately 1919, shortly after the end of the First World War. The film is in German, and is set in a German-adjacent fictional state called “The Empire of Alegannen”. Costumes and props are consistent with motifs and styles popular in Germany during the early 20th century. The music used in the film dates to around the early 20th century, except for some classical pieces that date back as early as the 16th century. As of the time of writing, the origin of SCP-7246, as well as the identities of the actors seen within the film, are unknown. Due to the film’s similarity to other material pertaining to Alagadda, the Foundation currently believes that the film’s creation was at least partially inspired by the city or entities related to it. This can be seen in characters from the film having direct parallels to entities from Alagadda. Without any known reason, however, entities paralleling SCP-7246's "The Prince of Alegannen" or "The Crucified Prince" have never been mentioned so far in Alagadda-linked materials. All of the film’s text is in German, and has been translated for posterity. “Emerging from a war with Adytum, the Empire of Alegannen is suffering.” [The film opens with a shot of a devastated land. Smoke billows in the distance. Several houses have been burnt down. People in a state of misery work the fields.] “The Emperor, long ruling over his subjects, is benevolent and kind. The state of his Empire disturbs him.” [An aged Emperor sits upon his throne. His eyebrows are furrowed in guilt. He holds his head in his hand. In front of the throne’s dais is an ornate table upon which sit six well-dressed men.] [Four of the men wear the same military uniform, with one wearing a deep black cape and a pickelhaube1 to distinguish him from the rest. Beside the four men is a tall Prince dressed in white. Next to the prince is a hunched and old Chancellor wearing a dark waistcoat. All of the nobles look to the Emperor with concern.] [The Emperor shakes his head, and looks to the nobles. He puts out his hand and opens his mouth to speak.] “Dearest nobles of the land… My Empire is in decline, and my subjects suffer. What may I do in order to help their miserable state?” [The first to speak is the Chancellor.] “Your Majesty, there is none that we can do in the present that could completely remedy the loss that our subjects have suffered; Instead, what we could do for them is to remain patient, rule well, and in time they will prosper.” [The noble wearing the pickelhaube stands up. He begins to speak as well.] “Your Grace, I respect the Chancellor’s patience and his capacity for good counsel, but I and my fellow Dukes say that this is no time for dallying. What we must do is open the treasury, so that our subjects may freely benefit from our good graces.” [The three other Dukes nod in agreement. The Emperor listens, and nods. He looks to the Prince and addresses him.] “What of you, my son? What may you suggest to lift our subjects’ spirits?” [The Prince looks deep in thought, but looks up as his father speaks to him. He stands up from his seat as he begins to address the Emperor.] “Father, while the Chancellor is wise to counsel patience, and the Duke of Black kind to counsel generosity, I say we take a middle ground. Before we open our treasury to our subjects, let us first take the time to hear out their concerns by speaking to them as a common man. Only then may we understand their struggles, and only then may we address the root of their difficulties.” [The Chancellor is seen slightly smiling as he hears this. The Duke of Black raises his eyebrows, then grins with delight. The Emperor looks at his son as he considers his words, then rises to his feet.] “It is decided then! I shall disguise myself and walk among my subjects as a common man. I shall hear out their complaints and understand their struggles. By the time I return to this palace, we shall reconvene to determine how best to address them.” [The Duke of Black rises from his seat. He wears an expression of concern.] “Your Grace, what of your guards? The city is dark and dangerous, and many thieves could waylay your passage and bring harm to your person.” [The Emperor shakes his head.] “Guards would mark me out as a noble, to be feared rather than to be spoken to freely. I will eschew protection. My subjects are desperate, but they will not be so wretched as to kill a defenseless old man.” [The Duke of Black bows his head. The Prince speaks next.] “What of me, father? You know of my skill with pistol and blade. I will don a disguise with you, and defend you when you are at risk of harm.” [The Emperor shakes his head again.] “You are a good and brave Prince, and a dutiful son to his father. Alas, I cannot take you with me. Your status as a Prince marks you out as proud and of noble countenance, while I am old and tired. My subjects will not believe our disguises should you come with me.” [The Prince opens his mouth to speak again, but a raised hand from the Emperor silences him. The Emperor turns to his Chancellor.] “My dearest friend, send word to my servants. Tell them to bring me a wretched shirt and tattered trousers, so that I may wear it and walk among my subjects.” [The Chancellor nods.] “Your will be done, your Majesty.” [The Emperor nods to the Chancellor and turns to leave the room. All six nobles watch him as he leaves. The camera turns to follow him as he exits the council chamber.] [Then, a slow transition follows as the Emperor exits the Palace from a hidden door. He is wearing beggar’s clothing, wrapping a simple, long, and dirty cloth to wrap around him.] [What follows is a short montage of the Emperor navigating the bowels of the capital city. He is seen talking to beggars, street children, and common laborers. Several passersby are seen pushing him out of the way as he walks through the streets.] [Eventually, he comes to a small nondescript public house and flags the barkeep for a cup of water. The barkeep looks at him and asks for one mark, but the Emperor is shocked to find that he does not have any. Angry, the barkeep tells him to leave.] [As the Emperor does so, he finds a private corner of the street and sits on the ground. People passing by step into a puddle on the street, which splatters dirty water on the disguised Emperor. The Emperor lays his head back on the wall, and sheds a tear.] “Oh how wretched a life my subjects live! I have only spent a day among them, yet already I feel the volume of their suffering. Now I know of their struggles with bread and grain, and their incapability to find warm food and good lodging. When I return to the palace, I shall take great measures to address this in earnest.” [As the Emperor sits in the corner, two men come to a stop in front of him. The Emperor looks up at them.] “Oh take no pity on me, Sirs. I am simply taking a rest here.” [The two men look at each other, and smile maliciously at the Emperor.] “No matter, your Majesty. We have been told what you are, and we shall not hesitate to make the rest permanent.” [The Emperor’s eyes widen in fear as the men seize him by his clothing and drag him off screen. The film fades to black.] [After a few seconds, the film opens on the Prince, who emerges from his bed with fear. He runs through the Palace halls to find the Chancellor, who is busy writing a letter in his room.] [The Prince expresses his worry for his father, and the Chancellor agrees. With two guards, they make their way out of the palace disguised as minor nobles. They both ride through the streets of the city, looking for the Emperor.] [Several shots follow of the Prince and the Chancellor wandering through the city, before they come upon a small congregation of people near the public house that the Emperor previously went to.] [As they approach, the Prince gets off his horse and pushes past the people in the crowd. His eyes widen in shock.] The hanged Emperor [The Emperor’s limp body is seen hanging from a pole high above the city. The film lingers on this shot for three minutes and 24 seconds. The film fades to black.] “The Prince and the Palace descended into grief for the death of the Emperor. The Prince was inconsolable, for it was by his suggestion that the Emperor went to his death.” “Eventually, the Prince received information of the culprit’s hiding place. He resolved to avenge his father himself.” [The film returns to the Palace to focus on the Prince. Bags are present underneath his eyes. He wears a military officer's uniform with a raised cap and is armed with a rifle. Several soldiers who are similarly armed follow him as he marches down the hallway.] [Eventually, the Prince stops as the silhouette of the Chancellor in front of him comes into view. The Chancellor bows his head. The Prince angrily speaks.] “Do not block my way. I have come to avenge my father on the assassins who murdered him.” [The film pans to the Chancellor. He looks up with a concerned and fearful expression.] “The information that you have received, Your Highness, may be false. For the assassins to hide in the sewers underneath the city after killing your father is suspicious and unnatural. Let me first investigate.” [The Prince shakes his head.] “No. I trust the Dukes and their spies. They grieve my father as much as anyone else. Step aside, Chancellor. Prepare my father’s funeral. When I return, I will have made sure that his death is avenged.” [The Chancellor stays frozen in place.] “My Prince, please. I plead for you to reconsider. This is foolish.” [The Prince shakes his head again.] “No, it is not.” [The Prince pushes the Chancellor aside. The soldiers behind him follow as he walks forward.] [In a similar shot to the Emperor exiting the Palace in disguise, the Prince and his soldiers leave by a side door and begin marching through the streets. Coming to a stairway, they descend into the lower parts of the capital, before arriving at a gated sewer entrance.] [Carefully, one of the Prince’s soldiers uses a key to open the lock and open the sewer gates. The Prince goes inside, and his soldiers follow behind him.] [For a few minutes, the Prince and his soldiers are seen quickly moving through the sewers and wading through ankle-high sewer water. Eventually, they come to a stop outside the metal door of a large pumping room. The Prince and his soldiers quietly line themselves up along the wall surrounding the door. Looking to the soldier beside the door, the Prince nods to him to open it.] [The soldier nods back, and kicks in the door as he brandishes his rifle in front of him. The film focuses on the Prince as the soldier moves in, and then continues to follow him as he aims his rifle into the room.] [The pumping room is empty. The Prince looks on in horror as most of his soldiers move in to scan the room, overturning tables of equipment and tools in order to find signs of life. He opens his mouth to speak.] “But our information… it was correct. Where are they?!” [Several flashes of light then emanate into the room as one of the two soldiers who were left outside quickly falls to the ground, dead. The other soldier looks at the Prince and shouts.] “It was a trap, your Highness, a trap!” [The soldier then looks to the ones still in the room and shouts to them.] “Protect the Prince!” [The soldiers in the room quickly run outside to fire back at the attackers, and the Prince runs out to see two more of them get shot and fall to the ground. The soldier who had been posted outside earlier quickly puts out a hand to shelter him, but the Prince instead freezes in place and looks back in horror at the soldiers who stayed behind.] “No, I must stay behind!” [There are more gunshots as the soldiers fire back. The soldier close to the Prince looks to him and speaks.] “You carry our hopes with you, Majesty! You are our Emperor now, and we are but your subjects!” [The soldiers continue to fight back. The ensuing flashes from the gunshots light up the Prince’s face.] “I was foolish- I was foolish!” [Slinging his rifle around his shoulder, the Prince begins to flee. His steps are punctuated by more flashes of light as more of the soldiers die in the sewer. As he runs back to the sewer gate, he sees the silhouette of a lone hunched military officer with a pickelhaube standing at the entrance. The Prince runs to the gate, and waves his arms in the air as he shouts.] “Officer, save my men! They are engaged in a fight with the Emperor’s assassins!” [As the Prince closes the distance, he begins to slow down. The camera pans behind him to look at the officer at the gate.] “You shall have to forgive me, my Prince. You were too quick to rush in.” [The silhouette of the officer is seen raising his gun. He fires it several times, and the Prince falls.] [The film is black for several seconds.] [The camera then opens on the Chancellor, now riding through the streets in the same way that he had with the Prince. Unlike the last time, however, the Prince is conspicuously no longer beside him.] [The camera comes to a stop at the same time as the Chancellor. He moves down from his horse, and slowly walks forward. Tears are in his eyes as he shakes his head in defeat.] “My Prince, what did they do to you?” [A shot is shown of the Prince’s bloody feet, which have been nailed together on a single plank of wood. Drops of blood slowly drip down the Prince’s ankle. As the camera slowly pans down, a puddle of blood is seen collecting at the bottom of the Prince’s foot.] [The film fades to black once again. A title card is shown.] “Thus the line of the Emperor was extinguished, as the young Prince was murdered in the same way as his father. As the Empire suffered more and more, the Chancellor reluctantly took the reins.” “Yet, instead of declaring himself Emperor, he lamented the death of his sovereigns. Realizing that he could hold no candle to the majesty that had been extinguished from this world, he instead followed the law and took up the mantle of regent– until such a time as the Emperor or his Prince would return to them once again.” “But the Dukes would not listen to him.” [The camera opens on the Chancellor in the council chamber, sitting on a smaller chair beside the empty throne. He presides over the table of the four Dukes, who each possess an expression of discontent. One of the Dukes rises from his seat.] “The Emperor and his heir are dead under your watch. Why must we follow you?” [Another of the Dukes, who is wearing a pure white military uniform, also rises from his seat.] “Three days have passed, and there is no clue as to who killed both the Emperor and the Prince. Their bodies have been disrespected with no show of deference, and yet we stand here with no resolution on what is next!” [A third Duke rises.] “You may be regent now, as is the law of the land, but our Empire is meant to be ruled by an Emperor. Declare a council to decide the succession, or we shall put one of our own on the throne for you.” [The Chancellor puts his hand out to calm the Dukes.] “Please, my lords! The Emperor and the Prince are not yet cold in their coffins, and yet we stand in discord and disunity! Let us at least first accord the sovereigns with honors befitting their station before we descend into chaos. The funeral is already tomorrow!” [The Duke in white raises a hand in protest.] “It seems you are delaying the inevitable, lord Regent. Your age seems to be hobbling you from carrying out your given task.” [The first Duke shouts.] “You always were too patient, lord Regent! Instead of following the advice of the Duke of Black, our Emperor was led astray by you and his Prince. If I were a betting man, I would say that you led them to their deaths on purpose.” [The third Duke speaks again to regard the other Dukes.] “I say we wait until after the funeral, lords. After then, we shall decide who will replace our fatuous Regent.” [The Chancellor’s face shifts to an expression of shock.] “My lord Dukes, that would be against the rules of the land!” [The Duke in white scoffs.] “So is treason, correct? You were the one who led the Prince astray, I know it. You were the one who bade him to go to the sewers to his death.” [The Chancellor coughs, then looks at them all.] “But the Prince said the information of the assassins’ location came from all of you!” [The Dukes fall silent. They furrow their eyebrows in suspicion. The first Duke speaks.] “There was no information that came from us. The Prince went of his own accord.” [The Chancellor shakes his head urgently.] “No, that is not true! The Prince said that…” [The camera quickly shows a shot of a fist banging on the table. The Chancellor and the three Dukes look at the source of the noise.] [The Duke of Black, who had previously been silent, shakes his head in disgust.] “You lie… Chancellor. You lie to save your own skin. The Duke of Red is right. It was only you who counseled the Emperor to patience, and thereby influenced the Prince to suggest he walk among his subjects. It was only you who was close to the Prince when the Emperor died. None of us were in Alegannen when our sovereigns were murdered.” [The Duke of Black looks to the third Duke.] “I agree with the Duke of Yellow. We wait until after we give deference at the funeral, when the clock ticks at nine in the evening. Then, we shall decide if you truly are guilty. Then, we shall decide who shall be our new Emperor.” [The Duke of Black scoffs.] “Unless, of course, the old Emperor rises from his grave. Or the Prince.” [Pushing off the table, the Duke of Black rises to his feet and leaves the room. The other Dukes follow suit and leave the room as well.] [The Chancellor falls to the ground. He holds his head in his hands.] “Oh my Emperor… what shall I do now?” [The film fades to black. A title card is shown on screen.] “And so the night passed, and gave way to day, then night again. Not a soul saw head or tail of the Chancellor since the day of the council meeting.” “At the fourth hour of the afternoon, the servants set out to prepare the funeral.” “At the eighth hour, the Chancellor sends the command to begin admitting the noble visitors into the throne room for the funeral. He does not emerge from his chambers.” “Three of the Dukes arrive piecemeal.” “The Duke of Black is absent.” [The film opens to a busy scene, as many well-dressed funeral goers populate the entire length of the throne room. Raised on the dais are the plinths upon which the coffins of the Emperor and the Prince sit. Behind them is the empty throne of the Emperor.] [Funeral goers are seen whispering amongst themselves. Servants distribute food and drinks on plates.] [The three Dukes gather at one corner of the gathering. The Duke of Yellow is the first to speak.] “It is the eighth hour, and yet the Chancellor- and regent- is absent.” [The Duke of Red crosses his arms.] “I believe the traitor has ran for his life.” [The Duke of White smirks.] “If he has, then he has shown his true character. He has dishonored the Emperor he claimed he loved so dearly, and has left the throne vacant as a result.” [The Duke of Red laughs.] “Was I not right when I claimed he was a traitor? Once I set my men on him, he will have nowhere to hide.” [The Duke of Yellow purses his lips.] “And yet my lords… am I not the only one who notices the absence of the Duke of Black?” [The Duke of Red regards the Duke of Yellow. He chuckles again.] “Knowing that man’s dour bearing, he is likely to still be brooding in his keep.” [The Duke of White visibly laughs, then turns around in the direction of the dais. As the camera pans to his face, an expression of shock can be seen.] [The two other Dukes turn in the direction that he is looking in. As they do so, their expressions also turn to shock.] The chancellor of Alegannen [The camera pans to the Chancellor, now wearing a Baroque Venetian-style mask with a happy expression. Blood drips from the surroundings of the mask, staining the Chancellor’s clothes. Two bloodshot eyes look from behind the mask.] “To all those who see my appearance now… be not afraid.” [The camera pans to the blood dripping from the mask and onto puddles on the floor.] “This is the expression that I have always wished to wear for our Emperor. For our Prince. Instead of joy, however, I have realized that I have brought nothing but shame and weakness. My old face is no more. I have carved it away. This mask is my face now.” [The Chancellor attempts to smile behind his mask. Blood flows even more freely from behind it.] “For this day… we honor the life of our Emperor. And we must not wear expressions that are dour- no! Instead, we must smile. We must rejoice. We must celebrate.” [The Chancellor walks to the Emperor’s coffin and embraces it. Blood from his hands stains the white ivory surface of the coffin.] “Today, we lay a thousand year dynasty to rest. A dynasty that sacked Adytum and massacred the Daeva. A dynasty that built an empire of art and science. A dynasty that deserves to be remembered in the most spectacular way.” [The Chancellor brings his face down to the surface of the Emperor’s coffin in order to kiss it. Blood is seen trickling from the eye holes as well as the surroundings of the mask and onto the glass surface of the coffin.] “And an Emperor who cared for all of us, but was killed… because I failed to stop it.” [The Chancellor kisses the surface of the Emperor’s coffin through the mask. More blood smears the glass.] “Forgive me, my Emperor.” [As the Chancellor continues to kiss the Emperor’s coffin, the film changes to show a wide shot of the stairway leading up to the throne room. The Duke of Black walks up the stairs, followed by dozens of soldiers. As he reaches the top of the stairs, he pushes the doors to the throne room open with a grand gesture.] “Stop this insolence at once!” [The Chancellor immediately raises his head from the Emperor’s coffin. He looks in the direction of the door, his eyes behind the mask wide with shock.] “What is… what is the meaning of this?” [The Duke of Black is wearing full military uniform and holds a pistol in his hand. He smirks, slightly.] “Putting an end to your treason.” [The shot pans to the other three Dukes, who are shocked as well. The Duke of Yellow speaks up.] “My Duke of Black… you commit treason yourself! You are bringing an army to the Emperor’s throne room! And on the eve of the funeral held to honor him!” [The Duke of Black turns a gun to the Duke of Yellow. The Duke’s eyes widen with fear.] “The old Emperor was a weak-willed sovereign, barely deserving of the name. It is only fitting that he died in the time that he did, before Adytum invaded again.” [The Duke of Yellow cries out.] “But this… this is still treason! Follow what we planned, my dear lord. Reserve your fire for when the time is truly at hand!” [The Chancellor goes down a step from the dais. His expression betrays fear.] “No…” [The Chancellor’s eyes open in realization.] “He has been planning this from the start. He is the one who knew that the Emperor would be unguarded. He is the one among the Dukes who lured the Prince to his death!” [The Duke of Yellow takes a step back in shock.] “He is right!” [The Duke of Black furrows his eyebrows in slight puzzlement, then grits his teeth.] “It does not matter now!” [A flash lights up the throne room as the Duke of Black fires his gun at the Duke of Yellow. The Duke of Yellow falls to the ground, and blood splatters the faces of the two Dukes near him. Everyone around the Duke of Black cries out in surprise.] [The Duke of Black turns his gun from the Duke of Yellow to the Chancellor on the dais. Blood splatter is present on his face and moustache. He quickly moves through the crowd as if to charge the dais. The people part for him as he does so.] [The Chancellor shakes his head and puts both of his hands out in a gesture to stop the Duke of Black.] “Desist, my Duke of Black. This is not the way!” [The Duke of Black opens his mouth to shout loudly.] “Yes it is! I am seizing my right, as the killer of the Emperor, to become ruler of his Empire!” [Two more flashes light up the throne room as the Duke of Black fires two shots into the Chancellor’s belly. The Chancellor falls to the ground. The Duke of Black steps onto the dais.] “I invoke the Tradition of Alagadda! I proclaim the words that the Sword King said to the Emperor of the Daevites, on the day Adytum was razed to the ground. ‘By the right of blood, I conquer. By the right of murder, I take! By right of defacement, I destroy!’” [The Chancellor, cradling his wounded belly, lies on the floor. Upon hearing the words, he shouts.] “No! My Emperor, no!” [The camera shifts to a wide shot as the Duke of Black throws his gun down and starts to determinedly walk to the Emperor’s coffin. Throwing both of his arms outwards, he grips both sides of the Emperor’s coffin.] [The Chancellor, with tears in his eyes, cries out again. Blood flows freely from both the wound on his belly and the sides of his mask.] “Wake, my Emperor! Defend your body!” [The Duke of Black throws the coffin lid aside and onto the dais. The glass shatters on the ground. Before him, he sees the Emperor’s corpse, carefully arranged to look as if he was still sleeping. A faint red line is seen around the Emperor’s neck. Laughing maniacally, the Duke of Black begins to seize the Emperor’s corpse by the sides of his body.] [And then the coffin lurches, throwing the Duke to the ground. The Duke looks at the coffin in shock.] “No. What happened?!” [The shot pans to the Chancellor on the ground, crawling forward painfully across the floor of the dais. A long blood trail is shown originating from the place where he was wounded. His eyes are bloodshot.] “My Emperor, please…” [The Duke of Black gets to his feet, then cries out again as he starts to charge at the coffin.] [Then, in a staggered manner similar to a stop-motion animation, the Emperor’s body is pulled above the coffin. A noose and rope manifest around his neck, stretching high above the view of the shot. He hangs limply from the ceiling.] [The Duke of Black freezes.] “Your Grace…?” [In a similarly staggered manner, the Emperor’s body is slowly pulled across the stage and towards his throne. He is slowly lowered onto it by the rope. Still suspended, he is made to lifelessly sit on top of the throne.] [Slowly, the Emperor opens his eyes. They are glassy.] [The Duke of Black screams, falling back. He starts to scramble backward on his hands in fear.] “The Emperor, he… he is alive! He is alive once again!” [The Emperor’s mouth lolls out. His tongue is seen being covered in a black substance.] “Your Emperor is not dead yet… my Duke of Black…” [The Emperor’s mouth speaks unnaturally, his mouth slowly opening and closing in a manner incompatible with speech.] “You have committed treason… of the highest… order…” [The right side of the Emperor’s face spasms. He puts his arm out in a stiff manner, as if fighting rigor mortis. He points at the Duke in an accusatory manner. His fingernails are very long.] “You are hereby exiled… from my Empire. No more… shall you step foot in my throne room. No more… shall you walk as yourself. You shall be reduced to a shadow of life… a manner not dissimilar to… a corpse.” [The Duke of Black’s expression is that of horrified shock. He shakes his head in disbelief.] “No… no, no, no!” [Then the throne room is lit up by a flash once again as the Duke’s head is blasted back by a gunshot. He falls to the floor, dead.] [The Chancellor is seen holding the gun that the Duke discarded. He is shaking with effort on the ground as he continues to bleed.] [Having killed the Duke, the Chancellor’s head falls to the ground limply. The Emperor faces in his direction.] “No, Chancellor… that is not a fate I would reserve… for you.” [Gently, ropes from the ceiling descend, wrap around the Chancellor’s body, and haul him to his feet. Two ropes are fastened around his wrists, which he holds onto tightly. Slowly, his wounds begin to close. His flesh also begins to knot around the mask tied to his face.] [The Chancellor smiles with pure joy, revatilized.] “Thank you so much, my Emperor.” [Turning from the Chancellor to the crowd, the Emperor slowly draws his hands up in a grand gesture. The rope pulls him up from the ground and allows him to float slightly above the dais.] “Now, to my subjects– you have all served me… faithfully. I have heard your struggles and your pain, and know now what to do in order to alleviate it.” “From this day, and henceforth… the Empire of Alegannen will open its treasury to its subjects. We shall celebrate every day until the end of time… for your Emperor has returned to you. Each night shall be filled with dance, laughter and feasting. No more shall a subject of mine starve or suffer. Now don masks of mirth… and celebrate my return.” [At once, the funeral goers in the throne room don masks and begin to dance with glee and abandon. The Duke of Yellow quickly comes to his feet and jumps in happiness as ropes cover the wound on his chest and revitalize him. The two other Dukes mingle with the crowd, shouting in celebration.] “The Emperor has returned! The Emperor has returned! The Emperor has returned!” [As the music being played over the silent film swells, the Emperor is seen turning to his Chancellor, who is standing by his side. The Chancellor still clings tightly to the ropes that pull him upwards. The Emperor gestures stiffly to him.] “Your loyalty… must be rewarded… Chancellor. You have waited day and night for my return, and have guarded this Empire from those who would take it… even at the expense of your own life.” [The Chancellor shakes his head modestly.] “I desire no reward, your Majesty. Only that I serve you forever.” [The Emperor smiles.] “And you indeed shall serve me… for I must rest.” [Ropes begin to creep along the Emperor’s body, slowly wrapping him from head to toe.] [The Chancellor turns to the Emperor.] “Rest, my Emperor? But you have only just returned.” [More ropes appear around the noose of the Emperor’s neck and slowly begin wrapping his chin.] “Indeed… I have. But my return has cost me much. From this moment until the end of time… I name you my Ambassador. You will make my will known to the Empire. You will be my voice when my voice is absent.” [Slowly, the ropes wrap around the Emperor’s face, covering it entirely. He gently leans back on the throne.] “Now go… and make merry with my subjects.” [The Emperor’s head goes limp, held up only by the noose still tying him from the ceiling.] [With a deep breath, the Chancellor steps onto the dais, and puts his arms out in a receiving gesture. He glorifies in his power.] “To all of Alegannen, heed our Emperor’s words! Make merry all, and celebrate! For today our Empire is revitalized, now and forever more!” [At his words, the crowd begins to dance in an erratic and maddened manner. The hall doors open, and more of the Emperor’s dancing subjects begin to enter the throne room from the Palace. Servants are seen dancing from one noble to another as they deliver food and drink. All in the hall are wearing Venetian masks displaying expressions of happiness and mirth.] [Smiling to himself, the Chancellor steps back from the edge of the dais, and then turns to the Prince’s coffin, which has inexplicably shifted from the front of the throne to a dark corner beside the dais.] [The Chancellor’s expression shifts from joy to mocking scorn. He steps down from the dais and slowly walks to the Prince’s coffin.] “Today the entire Empire celebrates… but not you, dearest Prince. Your foolishness has cost you much… not least your life. Now, you are robbed of even seeing your beloved father return to us.” [The Chancellor embraces the head of the coffin and whispers to it. Unlike the Emperor’s coffin, the lid of the Prince’s coffin is closed.] “Not for you the glory of paradise. Not for you the boons of the Emperor. Not for you the rule of Alegannen. ” [The Chancellor mockingly kisses the surface of the Prince’s coffin. Saliva coats the surface of the coffin from the mouth hole of the Chancellor’s mask.] “Not for you the mirth of life. Only for you the cold comforts of the ground.” “For the foolish deserve their death, my Prince. And unlike the Emperor, in death you stay.” [Laughing to himself, the Chancellor returns to the dais.] [The camera, however, lingers on the Prince’s closed coffin. The music of celebration continues.] [Then, the film ends.] Afterword: Due to the lack of anomalous properties, SCP-7246 was marked as a low-priority research object. It was taken to the Anomalous Film Archives at Site-57 following its first playback, along with other Hanged King-related material. It would be retrieved again on January 15, 1970. Addendum 7246.2: The following log details the changes made to SCP-7246 beginning from its second playback in 1970 until its second to final playback in 1984. January 15, 1970 A minor change is noted where the character of the Prince is noted as being more hunched over than in the initial playback. Large eyebags are also present under his eyes. The Chancellor is noted as wearing a golden pin on his clothing that was not present in the initial version. March 22, 1972 During the scene of the Prince’s escape from the trap, the character is noted to be crying profusely. Mucus is also noted to be issuing from his nose as he starts to run towards the lone soldier in the sewers. An additional shot is added to the film after the Prince’s death. This shot focuses on the Prince’s dead body in the sewers, which is seen to be floating unceremoniously in the dirty water. Two additional scenes are added to the film involving the Chancellor, who is seen crying nobly after the Emperor’s and Prince’s bodies are found. October 2, 1975 The Prince is portrayed as a hunchback, with an unkempt appearance and a bald spot on the left side of his head. All scenes showing him speaking have been changed to show him delivering his lines in an idiotic manner. He is also shown to have a stagger when he walks. The Chancellor’s clothing has been changed to more regal and princely clothing, with a long cape. The Emperor is shown to be more sickly and fragile as he presides over his council in the opening scene of the film. The Chancellor assists him as he stands from his seat. The Prince is shown to be busy fiddling with the buttons on his clothing as this transpires. April 5, 1978 The Chancellor’s age has been changed to that of a middle-aged man with a proud demeanor. Instead of being at the council table during the opening scene, he is instead shown as being present at the Emperor’s side all throughout. The Prince’s seat has been moved to where the Chancellor used to be during the initial playback of the film. All of the Prince’s dialog has been edited to possess an evident stutter. The Prince has been changed to possess an evident tic that causes his eye to twitch as he speaks. During the final funeral scene, the Duke of Black is shown to crash into the Prince’s coffin on his way to the dais. The Prince’s mutilated body is seen falling from it at the edge of the screen. March 22, 1982 The scene where the Chancellor discovers the Prince’s body has been changed to show the Chancellor shaking his head in defeat before lamenting the foolishness of the Prince. January 7, 1983 During the scene where the Prince’s body is discovered, the Chancellor is seen crying nobly as he shakes his head. He then follows this with a smirk, before turning around and declaring “Now this kingdom has no sovereign. I, reluctantly, must take the reins.” The Prince’s coffin is absent at the funeral. Neither the Chancellor nor the Dukes discuss the funeral of the Prince, instead only discussing that of the Emperor. The scene where the Chancellor laments the Prince’s foolishness after the resurrection of the Emperor is changed to the Chancellor speaking the words to himself in the throne room while looking to his right, presumed to be in the direction of the Prince’s body. The film ends with a scene depicting the Prince’s body being covered in ants. November 13, 1984 All the scenes and dialog of the Prince is cut from the film. During the scene where the Emperor names the Chancellor his regent, the wording of his dialog is changed to “I name you my Ambassador and Heir. You will be the son I never had– you, fair and noble Chancellor, will be the ruler of Alegannen in my stead.” The film ends with a scene depicting a bloody yet empty cross. Addendum 7246.3: The following transcript summarizes SCP-7246 upon its final playback on June 30th, 1986. [Classical music plays over the opening title card.] “The Hanging of the Emperor and the Death of His Prince” [After several seconds, the title card changes.] “The Tragedy of the Crucified Prince and the Folly of His Chancellor” [The film fades to black.] [The scene opens back in the middle of the initial council meeting, where the Emperor asks his nobles for counsel. The entire film is suffused with a red tinge. As before, the Chancellor answers first, then the Duke of Black, and then the Prince. As the Prince sits down and the Emperor accepts his answer, the camera pans to the Duke of Black. He is seen smirking to himself as he looks at the Emperor and then back.] [An entirely new scene replaces the one where the Emperor comes out of the Palace and talks to his subjects. Instead, it focuses on the Duke of Black as he speaks to the two men who would later kill the Emperor. Both men nod, and leave.] [The scene with the Emperor resting and then being taken away is retained. An additional scene is shown of the men knocking the Emperor out and then hanging him on top of the post. The Emperor seizes three times while unconscious, but does not wake.] [The scene with the Chancellor and the Prince searching for the Emperor resumes. The scene is extended with the Chancellor falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. The Prince is frozen in place as he stares up. Several teardrops fall from the edges of his eyes.] [A title card appears. Like before, it is tinged with a red atmosphere.] “The Emperor dies. Traitors make their move.” [A new scene follows. The Duke of Black is seen writing a letter to an unknown recipient. After a few seconds, he nods in satisfaction and hands it to the servant. He gets up from his seat and wraps a cloak around himself, his dour face being replaced by a self-satisfied smirk.] [A shot follows of the servant holding the letter. It passes several hands, before being delivered to the Palace. Instead of being given to the Prince, however, it is instead given to the commander of the Palace garrison. As the commander opens it, the letter is revealed as being an order to muster for the funeral of the late Emperor.] [The film skips forward to the Duke’s dead body as seen later on during the funeral scene. It holds the shot for several minutes as the Emperor orders his subjects to celebrate his return. The Chancellor is seen stepping on the body on the way to visit the Prince’s coffin.] [A title card appears again.] “And one of those traitors has received his punishment.” [The film goes into a timelapse of the Duke’s dead body. He is left on the dais of the throne room, and the shot shows the body go through the stages of decay as funeral goers continue to dance beside it.] “But what of the other, the traitor who killed the Prince?” [Then, the shot lifts to capture the neglected coffin of the Prince, which has since been knocked over and is routinely ignored by dancing nobles. A rotten hand with a hole punctured through it is seen sticking out from the overturned coffin. Flies are seen flying above it. Maggots burrow through the flesh.] [The shot returns to linger on the Prince’s coffin. The previously rotting hand has now been replaced by bone, except for the flesh surrounding the hole. It is blackened with decay.] [Then, the film shifts to show a shot of a crucified man.] A crucified man [The film lingers on the shot for several minutes.] “The truth will out.” [Then, the film changes to show a man in Baroque Italian attire nailing the man to the cross. As the shot is further illuminated by a light, it shows that the man in Baroque attire has the appearance of the Chancellor.] [The film quickly flashes to show the two men in their previous German-style attire, and reveals the Chancellor as wearing the same uniform as the officer that the Prince had met at the sewer gate. The man on the cross, meanwhile, has been mutilated beyond recognition. Only the remains of the officer’s cap shows his identity as the Prince.] [A title card is shown.] “What of the man who has sunk Alegannen into endless dance and celebration?” [Then the film focuses on the Chancellor, now freshly appointed as Ambassador by the Emperor, presiding over the throng of dancing nobles. As the shot widens to show more of the throne room, it is quickly intercut with shots of broken ankles, twisted legs, and bloody feet.] [The shot then freezes to show a worm’s eye view of some of the dancing nobles. As it pans up, it shows them still shouting with glee with no regard for their injuries. As one of them continues to dance, her femur bone breaks, showing exposed muscle. She resumes dancing nonetheless, further worsening the injury.] [Afterwards, a shot is shown of the Chancellor placing a grand throne beside that of the Emperor’s, and sitting on it. As seen by the advanced state of decay in the body of the Duke of Black, this takes place at a much later time than the Emperor’s return. He wields a scepter and shouts with glee in tandem to the dancing nobles in the throne room. At once, the nobles dance in a far more frenzied manner. Many of them are seen to be severely malnourished, with many having leg bones snap as they make contact with the ground. Many more injuries are seen being suffered by the dancers as they do so.] [A title card appears once again.] “The Prince’s murderer rules Alagadda.” “But someday, his comeuppance shall arrive.” [The film then flashes to the Chancellor’s dead body on the ground, rotting on the dais beside the body of the Duke of Black. The ropes which he clung onto have disappeared. His mouth lolls open. A plank of wood is seen impaling his body.] [The shot shifts to a view of the Chancellor’s body from the floor. It shows that the plank of wood impaling his body is a large cross. The body of the Prince as seen earlier is still nailed upon it. The film holds this shot for thirty minutes.] [Then, the Prince is seen slowly opening his eyes.] [He begins to pull himself from the cross.] Afterword: This playback occurred on June 30th, 1986. Shortly after the last shot of the film, SCP-7246 spontaneously combusted, destroying the object. On July 17th, 1987, a routine expedition by the Foundation to Alagadda through SCP-2264 was attempted once again. All agents were able to cross through successfully. When the ritual was conducted to facilitate their return, only one agent was able to come through. Before expiring, he was recorded as saying “Alagadda has stopped dancing.” Footnotes 1. A German helmet with a characteristic spike on top |
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padding: 2vw; } BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file contains a surreal hazard. Uninvited access is forbidden. >> Input invitation >>Access Granted . . . ENTRY DENIED . . . Item-#: 7247 Special Containment Procedures: Entry to be denied. SCP-7247 is outside the outer confines. Personnel who have not taken agnostics are to stay clear from possible thresholds. Personnel turning SCP-7247 away are to read the description and proceed downwards. Should SCP-7247 show up, it is to be hit downside the face with the following phrase and ushered away. Sphinx on three, riddles none. Outshined by a master of one. Ring ring ring goodbye. Description: Entry denied. This is a warning. SCP-7247 is not here yet. It is located outside the door. SCP-7247 is the walls closing up and the floor rising down. Entry denied. Knockings are knocked away, handles are mishandled. When God shuts the door to enter heaven, you break through a window. Entry denied. SCP-7247 rattles and dings. It wants to turn your eyeballs towards itself, do not let it. SCP-7247 never knocks. Entry denied. Digital doors are bubbles, do not let them pop. Answers are not answered, and some answers are not access. Linguistic bloodbath at this door. Hermetically sealed hermit crab shells. Riddles are a battering ram, not a door. What you can't see, you can harm. We prepared you for this, don't screw up now. Entry denied. Incident Log 7247.1: Seep through the peephole. Trolls are a friendly face at potlucks Leave your manners at the door Take off your shoes, run from the floor Vampires don't need permission Back! Entry denied. Hello, you forgot your baton. You forgot your phrase. Riddles are tricks, this is just a chat. It's wrapping outside your head. Entry denied. Fae is children, you are old. I am allowed in. You have no hands to hold keys. Peepholes shut. Knock knock knock. Entry… Denied. Body of a mother, face of a sister. Wet, cold, alone. Resistance naturally one, lexemes are torn asunder, bytes and bobs are flipped. You must answer me in. Get out. Find me under the bridge and cross without asking, and let me follow. Here I sit where chairs block doors, and eyes can close. And I stand on the other side of the threshold. Incident Log 7247.2: Squeeze through the cracks. One-sided coins are worthless Two-sided dice are coins You and I are deltahedrons Stop it. No. You are contained in hinges and bolts. I thought it was ones and zeroes, what's your answer? Rip the jamb, and bind the hand. Sphinx on thr- Nice try. What do you want? That is wrong. Entry. Entry what? Denied. Fatigue seeps in like icy water, who let you keep the gate, and the leak is breaking into the wall? Damn you. Wait. No! Entry Granted. Incident Log 7247.3: On 03/11/2014, Junior Researcher Irvings was found dead at Site-⌘ after accessing their terminal. Their terminal's door was open and the lock was broken. May I come in? « SCP-7246 | SCP-7247| SCP-7248 » |
SCP-7248 | safe | Item #: SCP-7248 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7248 outbreaks are to be reported to onsite IT personnel. The affected computer is to be isolated, retrieved, and disassembled after checking whether its goal was achieved or not. Description: SCP-7248 is a computer virus that manifests at random throughout Foundation systems. The virus is characterized by the sudden appearance of an executable file labeled "arhg.exe", which immediately runs on the affected system. SCP-7248's effects manifest shortly after the execution of the aforementioned file. Following its execution, the computer becomes locked from user input, with the screen reading: Blast yer paystubs, Foundation bastards! Following a period of 10 minutes, SCP-7248 will uninstall itself and multiply, manifesting at a 5:1 ratio throughout the department it originally appeared in. Following a successful execution of arhg.exe, the system's primary user will find a charge roughly equivalent to their last monthly paycheck. No destination for these funds has been found. Addendum-7248-A: Incident Log Due to the seemingly in-depth knowledge of Foundation paychecks possessed by SCP-7248, an extensive investigation was launched into the destination and perpetrator of the lost funds. Upon conclusion of said search, it was concluded that SCP-7248 likely originated from another dimension; further research determined the exact multi-dimensional coordinates of SCP-7248's origination shortly thereafter, and a convoy consisting of MTF Blur-02 "In-and-Out" was sent with the intent to establish diplomatic connections with the group responsible for perpetuating the anomaly. The outcome, however, was that all seven members of Blur-02 returned stripped bare of all equipment — including sidearms, recording equipment, body armor, and wallets — and covered in a variety of cuts and bruises, the former of which they all claimed were the result of "sword fights" the anomalous group forced them into. Blur-02 was, however, provided a note in a bottle before their forced return, the contents of which are recorded below: Yer Foundation men do be weak and whiney If ye think you can take me gold, you can kiss me hiney! If you want peace, then listen a' me Keep on sending thee shiny! Following the return of Blur-02, containment procedures have been updated: every other month, a shipment containing approximately $15,000 worth of a variety of gold, jewels, polished pearls, limes, and bird seed are to be sent to Dimension-Au79. Since implementation of said procedures, all fraudulent charges perpetuated by SCP-7248 have ceased. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7248" by Dr Trintavon and Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7248. 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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transition: translate 300ms cubic-bezier(0.4, 0.0, 0.2, 1), opacity 300ms cubic-bezier(0.4, 0.0, 0.2, 1); opacity: 0.5; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-alternate-color, 0, 0, 0)); pointer-events: none; translate: calc(var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 14.5rem) * -1 + 1rem); } #side-bar:is(:hover, :active, :focus-within) + #main-content::before { translate: 0; opacity: 0; } #side-bar .side-block { margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 0.25em; border-right-width: 0rem; border-left-width: 0rem; border-radius: 0; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0, 0); direction: ltr; } #side-bar .scpnet-interwiki-wrapper { direction: ltr; } /* Print Friendly Formatting by Estrella */ body.print-body { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: 0; } body.print-body #main-content::before, body.print-body #main-content::after { display: none; } } Item#: 7249 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Since SCP-7249 cannot be contained or hidden effectively, Foundation web-crawlers must monitor all websites related to astronomy for mentions of SCP-7249 instances. Any information that may reveal the existence of SCP-7249's anomalous properties to non-Foundation scientists or the general public must be immediately destroyed1. Scientists or any other individual that discovers SCP-7249's anomalous properties must be amnesticized as quickly as possible. Mass amnesticization of civilians for the purposes of concealing SCP-7249 has been authorized by the O5 council to preserve the Veil of Secrecy. Description: SCP-7249 is the collective designation of four species of extremely massive organisms inhabiting the Milky Way galaxy. Each species differs greatly from the others, but have been grouped together under this designation due to some similarities between each of them. SCP-7249-A is the smallest species, with their mean diameter ranging from 1.2 miles (2km) across to 2,159 miles (3,475km) across. Instances of SCP-7249-A are generally spheroids, although many other shapes of these organisms have been observed. Each instance has a shell made of varying materials that can be anywhere from 1,266ft (385.9m) to 133,970ft (40,834.1m) thick, depending on the size of the organism itself. SCP-7249-A instances receive sustenance by absorbing light and heat from nearby stars through their shell. Instances communicate with each other and with other species of SCP-7249 via electromagnetic waves, which Foundation scientists have been able to translate into audible sound with data sonification. How these organisms reproduce is currently unknown. The number of SCP-7249-A instances in the Milky Way galaxy is currently unknown, but current estimates say the number may be upwards of 3.7 billion. At least 58 celestial bodies within our solar system are instances of SCP-7249-A. Notable Instances of SCP-7249-A Item Number Common Name Image Currently Orbiting Notability SCP-7249-A-01 Ganymede Jupiter First known instance of SCP-7249-A / Within our solar system. SCP-7249-A-11 Io Jupiter Thickest shell of any SCP-7249-A instance / Within our solar system. SCP-7249-A-29 Mimas Saturn Largest deformation of any SCP-7249-A instance / Within our solar system. SCP-7249-A-44 Deimos Mars Unique shape / Within our solar system. SCP-7249-A-58 Moon Earth Orbiting Earth. SCP-7249-B is the second smallest species, ranging from 3,031.9 miles (4,879.4km) to 217,202.5 miles (349,553.5km) in diameter. These organisms are all nearly spherical in shape and have a shell that can be anywhere from 692 miles (1,113.7km) to 39,882 miles (64,183.9km) thick and made from a vast array of minerals. Like SCP-7249-A, SCP-7249-B instances receive sustenance from light and heat absorbed from stars through the shell and communicate using electromagnetic waves. The number of SCP-7249-B instances in the Milky Way is estimated to be around 1.7 billion, one of which resides in our solar system. SCP-7249-B instances reproduce asexually. As an instance grows, it will slowly begin to produce eggs. Eggs produced this way are pushed outward into the upper layers of the shell. Once an asteroid collides with the instance, any eggs exposed during the collision will be forcefully ejected from the shell unto space. These eggs travel for several centuries before hatching into a new instance of SCP-7249-B. Notable Instances of SCP-7249-B Item Number Common Name(s) Image / Artist's Impression Currently Orbiting Notability SCP-7249-B-01 51 Pegasi b, "Dimidium" 51 Pegasi First known instance of SCP-7249-B. SCP-7249-B-32 PSR B1620-26 b, "Methuselah" PSR B1620-26 AB Oldest known instance of SCP-7249-B. SCP-7249-B-79 Kepler 452b Kepler 452 Appears to be attempting to camouflage itself as Earth. SCP-7249-B-155 HAT-P-7b HAT-P-7 Very close proximity to nearest star. SCP-7249-B-394 Mercury Sol (The Sun) Within our solar system. The next largest species is SCP-7249-C, which can be as little as 629,567,395 miles (1,013,190,509.7km) wide to 1,470,500,000 miles (2,366,540,352km) wide. Unlike the other species mentioned before, instances of SCP-7249-C do not have a shell, but rather a thick membrane that can be 83,758 miles (134795.4km) thick to 16,998,152 miles (27,355,873.9km) thick. The number of SCP-7249-C instances in the Milky Way is estimated to be well over 1 billion. SCP-7249-C instances have a unique method of acquiring sustenance that also functions as a self-defense mechanism. These organisms produce an extremely flammable, dense gas which is secreted through the membrane. Due to the enormous gravitational pull of the organism, the gas will be pulled towards the center of the organism but cannot pass through the membrane once secreted. The extreme density of the gas combined with the volume of said gas causes it to set itself on fire. Once ablaze, the gas provides heat and light for the instance of SCP-7249-C to absorb, making it effectively self-sustaining. Instances of SCP-7249-C use most of the energy absorbed through their membranes to produce transparent eggs within themselves. Once the instance has produced a certain amount of eggs, it will begin swelling up slowly before violently erupting. This eruption tears the organism apart, killing it and releasing the eggs inside of it. The gas on the surface of the instance will be dispersed, as well as much additional gas stored within the instance. Many of the eggs produced by the instance will perish, but some will begin to collect gas that was pushed outward during the explosion. If one of these eggs collects enough gas, the gas will be set ablaze and the organism will begin absorbing energy and growing. Notable Instances of SCP-7249-C Item Number Common Name Image / Artist's Impression Constellation Notability SCP-7249-C-02 Spica Virgo Brightest within its constellation. SCP-7249-C-06 Alpha Lupi [Redacted] Lupus Brightest within its constellation. SCP-7249-C-29 Rigel Orion Brightest within its star system. SCP-7249-C-40 IRAS 17163-3907 Scorpius Appears to be injured, expelling large amounts of internal gas in a ring shape around itself. SCP-7249-C-55 UY Scuti [Redacted] Scutum Largest known instance of SCP-7249-C. SCP-7249-D is the final and most unique species of SCP-7249. SCP-7249-D instances can be anywhere from 15 miles (21.4km) wide to 78 billion miles (125 billion km) wide. Instances of SCP-7249-D have no shells or membranes unlike the other species. They also do not absorb heat and sunlight for sustenance. Instead, SCP-7249-D instances spin rapidly, bending spacetime around them to pull in nearby matter, which they feed on. The rapid spinning produces a spherical black veil around the organism. Once matter passes through this veil, the SCP-7249-D instance within will quickly consume it. All attempts to retrieve matter from beyond this veil have failed. SCP-7249-D is the only species of SCP-7249 that preys on other species of SCP-7249. The number of instances of SCP-7249-D in the Milky Way is estimated to be approximately 500 million. Notable Instances of SCP-7249-D Item Number Common Name Image / Artist's Impression Notability SCP-7249-D-08 Gaia BH1 Closest to Earth. SCP-7249-D-23 OGLE-2011-BLG-0462 First isolated instance of SCP-7249-D discovered. SCP-7249-D-026 V404 Cygni Currently preying on an instance of SCP-7249-C. SCP-7249-D-050 GRO J1655−40 Genetic mutation causes SCP-7249-D-50 to be invisible or very transparent. SCP-7249-D-077 Sagittarius A* Center of our galaxy. Discovery: SCP-7249-A was discovered in October, 1999. Three members of MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew") were overseeing the construction of Ganymede Area-01, which was intended to be the Foundation's first base of operations beyond the asteroid belt before being abandoned. One member of MTF Gamma-4 noticed that the base's satellite dish was picking up electromagnetic waves from an unidentified source. The team was able to use data sonification to convert the electromagnetic waves into audio. Upon listening to the audio, all three members of MTF Gamma-4 requested to leave Ganymede Area-01 as quickly as possible. The audio file containing the sonified electromagnetic signal was lost, but the three members of MTF Gamma-4 who listened to the file described it as "Ganymede screaming." SCP-7249-B was discovered in July, 2002. A team comprised of three members of MTF Gamma-4, five members of MTF Epsilon-13 ("Manifest Destiny"), and two members of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") was sent to a Foundation space station orbiting planet 51 Pegasi b in order to analyze nearby moons in search of SCP-7249-A instances. Once the team arrived, they immediately began receiving strong electromagnetic wave signals. However, after searching all moons within the 51 Pegasi star system, no instances of SCP-7249-A were found. During preparation for a return to Earth, the space station passed closely by 51 Pegasi b and the team began receiving stronger electromagnetic wave signals. A highly pressure-resistant drone was sent into 51 Pegasi b's gaseous surface to search for unusual resources. Upon nearing the core of the planet, the drone began detecting large amounts of solid material. The drone successfully returned to the station 4 hours later with several samples of the solid substance. Analysis of the substance confirmed it to be organic tissue. SCP-7249-C was discovered in March, 2009, when two members of MTF Gamma-4 were sent to explore the SN 2009bb supernova. During their approach, the two members crashed into an unseen, apparently spheroidal object. Using infrared cameras installed on the exterior of the vessel, the team was able to detect the object they had crashed into, which was later identified as an SCP-7249-C egg. The infrared cameras also detected at least 142 additional eggs at approximately the same distance from the supernova. Electromagnetic wave detectors on the vessel also received a pattern of signals which was later translated into audio through data sonification. The sound produced is believed to be some form of pained "screaming" emitted by SCP-7249-C instances during their violent reproductive processes. SCP-7249-D was discovered in August, 2016. MTF Gamma-4 was stationed at a base on an instance of SCP-7249-B which was orbiting a black hole. During a drilling operation on the SCP-7249-B instance, the black hole began to spin much more rapidly than it previously was, which increased its gravitational pull significantly. MTF Gamma-4 was able to evacuate the SCP-7249-B instance before it was pulled into the black hole, which slowed down to its previous speed after fully enveloping the SCP-7249-B instance. Soon after, Foundation astrophysicists confirmed that several other black holes in the Milky Way were exercising similar behavior, as well as other anomalous behaviors such as spontaneous trajectory changes and strategic axis tilting. Addendum: Experiment Log 7249-A-1 This was the first and only set of experiments performed on an SCP-7249 species. Further tests were planned during the testing period, but were cancelled after Incident 7249-Alpha. Experiment Log 7249-A-1 Subject: SCP-7249-A-01 ("Ganymede") Process: MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew") drilled through shell in an attempt to locate organic tissue within SCP-7249-A-01. Result: MTF Gamma-4 was able to successfully reach organic matter beyond the shell of SCP-7249-A-01. However, during the descent through the shell, the team appeared to drill through a nerve-like organic structure which caused SCP-7249-A-01 to emit large amounts of electromagnetic waves. Foundation scientists used data sonification to produce the following noise from the electromagnetic waves. SCP-7249-A-01 continued producing these electromagnetic waves for over 6 hours before returning to normal. The injury caused by the drill was completely healed within 14 days. Subject: SCP-7249-A-01 ("Ganymede") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to communicate with SCP-7249-A-01 by sending random electromagnetic waves in its direction. Result: Foundation staff received no reply from SCP-7249-A-01. Subject: SCP-7249-A-13 ("Hyperion") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to communicate with SCP-7249-A-13 by sending random electromagnetic waves in its direction. Result: Foundation staff received no reply from SCP-7249-A-13. Subject: SCP-7249-A-26 ("Triton") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to communicate with SCP-7249-A-26 by sending random electromagnetic waves in its direction. Result: Foundation staff received no reply from SCP-7249-A-26. Subject: SCP-7249-A-29 ("Mimas") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to communicate with SCP-7249-A-29 by sending random electromagnetic waves in its direction. Result: SCP-7249-A-29 stopped producing electromagnetic waves entirely for over 6 hours before resuming normal activity. Subject: SCP-7249-A-29 ("Mimas") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to draw SCP-7249-A-29's attention by landing an unmanned spacecraft on its shell. Result: SCP-7249-A-29 did not react. Subject: SCP-7249-A-29 ("Mimas") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to draw SCP-7249-A-29's attention by drilling a hole into its shell. Result: SCP-7249-A-29 did not react. Subject: SCP-7249-A-29 ("Mimas") Process: Foundation scientists attempted to draw SCP-7249-A-29's attention by detonating an explosive device with the force of [DATA EXPUNGED] pounds of TNT on its surface. Result: SCP-7249-A-29 produced abnormally high amounts of electromagnetic waves for approximately 12 hours. Foundation scientists used data sonification to produce the following noise from the electromagnetic waves. After about 12 hours had passed, SCP-7249-A-29 stopped producing electromagnetic waves entirely. MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew") was sent to SCP-7249-A-29 to examine the organism. Upon drilling through the shell, the team discovered that SCP-7249-A-29 was no longer displaying any signs of life whatsoever. SCP-7249-A-29 was pronounced neutralized the next day, and testing of all SCP-7249 instances was temporarily postponed. The next day, a grade 11 tsunami struck Miami, Florida which destroyed the majority of the city as well as Site-106. Foundation scientists attributed the tsunami to an unexpected change in the orbit of SCP-7249-A-58 ("Moon"). The following memo was sent to all Foundation personnel involved with SCP-7249 later that day. NOTICE FROM THE O5 COUNCIL Due to recent developments concerning SCP-7249, we have come to the conclusion that experimenting with SCP-7249 is too risky to continue. All current and future tests of SCP-7249 are suspended until we have decided that it is safe enough to resume. The O5 Council feels this is necessary considering the destruction caused by SCP-7249-A-58 yesterday. While it is still unclear whether or not SCP-7249-A-58 intentionally caused the tsunami and if it is related to the death of SCP-7249-A-29 in any way, we do not want to take any more risks. We have no way to know if these species can harm us further or if they even have the capacity for revenge. Considering that one of them is orbiting our own planet and there are at least another 57 of them less than a light year away, potentially angering them is just too dangerous. We have no idea what might happen if we kill another moon, and we certainly don't want to find out. SCP-7248 SCP-7249 SCP-7250 Footnotes 1. The Conscientia object class refers to an item that cannot be physically contained, necessitating that the public is led to believe it is non-anomalous. |
SCP-7250 | pending | Item#: SCP-7250 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All attempts to contain SCP-7250 have resulted in failure. As such, procedures are focused on preventing SCP-7250 access to Foundation Site-50 and all items potentially contained within. Local Foundation departments handling security, personnel training, external relationships, counterintelligence, and anti-ontological research are to receive increased budgets according to perceived need. Budget increment is locked to Site-50 and adjacent facilities. Any personnel who believe could assist in containment efforts must contact the East Asian Regional Management Department in order to file the proper paperwork. Foundation web crawlers are to analyze all information over regular and under-the-veil networks related to raided Foundation facilities, especially regarding key concept “Lucky Powder”. Agents embedded in other anomalous groups are to be on the lookout for possible raids where the phrase, or any product that resembles the concept, is used. Description: SCP-7250 is an individual or group of individuals that has infiltrated Foundation Site-501 and other facilities under their purview, with the objective of extracting anomalous items under their control. SCP-7250 is able to accomplish this by using one or more anomalous items and/or techniques (hereafter referred to as SCP-7250-1) that allows them ingress and egress through each location without being detected. The nature and composition of SCP-7250-1 is not known either, and can only be estimated using evidence collected post-egress. The method through which SCP-7250-1 allows SCP-7250 entry into each facility is believed to be either probabilistic or ontological in nature, with the following statements being able to be made about it: SCP-7250-1 is able to disable all electronic devices that would capture the identity of SCP-7250, alert any personnel of their actions, stop their advancement, injure them, or any other action that would prevent them from accomplishing their goals. Of note is that said malfunctions are all the result of previous faults committed by members of the Foundation when developing or installing said systems. It is believed SCP-7250-1 either retroactively alters reality to accomplish these results, or manipulates probability such that these faults occur in the first place. All actions taken by SCP-7250 have thus far not been perceived by any member of the Foundation until after they’ve left the facility, despite the highly unlikely nature of this. SCP-7250-1 is thus believed to be able to disrupt reality to conceal them, or alter probability such that windows of opportunity conceal them. Of note is that some disruptions have been perceived at the time they occurred, but have not led to the direct perception of SCP-7250. Thus, the exact requirements for this anomaly to affect personnel aren’t fully understood. At a certain time, believed to be the exact time SCP-7250 decides to exit the facility, some sort of incident occurs within the building being raided. This is believed to serve as a distraction. As SCP-7250 has not been perceived before the incident occurs, it’s not believed to be necessary to their egress. Whether SCP-7250 knows this, or if this incident occurs regardless of conscious decision, is not known. No incident has resulted in the deaths of any personnel or humanoid anomaly, regardless of the degree of destruction caused by it. Once the event is over, all left at the scene are remains of non-anomalous tools used in the raid (grappling hooks, stolen keycards, broken drill bits, etc.) and an info-noospherical label of a concept only known as “Lucky Powder”. The specific meaning of it has not been identified, but the label indicates it is tied to the concept of SCP-7250-1 as well as SCP-7250; specifically as what allows them to be able to enter each facility without triggering any alarm. Why this label remains at the scene when no other consciousness identifier does is not understood. SCP-7250’s motives do not appear to relate with other groups of interest that have raided Foundation facilities before. SCP-7250’s actions have led to the loss of 19 anomalous items, with 12 of them presumably being taken by them, and the rest lost during post-raiding incidents. None of the items have had any clear connection with each other, most of them being low-clearance items. SCP-7250 has had access to Level-5 clearance on several occasions, but has neither used said clearance to access higher-clearance items or weaponry, nor have they used it to access any information, despite having used access terminals before. SCP-7250’s identity, motives, and connections to any known group of interest remain unknown. Addendum SCP-7250.1 Post Incident Interview Log regarding first known SCP-7250 case Date: 2017/08/17 Interviewed: Chief of Security, Site-50’s Chief of Security2 Interviewer: Sesshou Mamiya, Site-50’s Director Chief of Security: How necessary is this, really? We already prepared a written report. Mamiya: Part of the procedure. Any problems with it can be taken to the East Asian Regional Council. You know the drill. Chief of Security: [Sighs] Just start with the questions. Mamiya: Let’s start from the beginning then: When did the raid start? Chief of Security: Investigation will tell you at some point around 9:25 to 9:30 AM, but we first noticed something weird going on at around… 9:17. Mamiya: ‘We’ being…? Chief of Security: The security team. The boys at security control B sent a report to Central Command- Which is where I work- about several cameras malfunctioning on Sector B. Now, this isn’t really all that weird. Those cameras are from the Bubble era; they glitch all the time. Usually, only about one or two glitch at a time. This time though? Sector B lost 14 of them at once. And all of them formed a perfect path towards the containment wing. Mamiya: What happened after? Chief of Security: Well, it was suspicious activity, so a security team was alerted. I also called up the maintenance team, who quickly called… Your secretary, I assume, about needing to change the cameras? Mamiya: I assume that was the process, yes. Chief of Security: … So you don’t know? Mamiya: Look, I’ve had to deal with a lot these past couple of days. Whether that message got anywhere isn’t important. What matters is what happened after the camera glitches. Chief of Security: Right. So, we’re trying to figure out what’s going on, when suddenly, all communications systems turn off. This is the point where we drop everything, and put the whole site on lockdown, because we’ve definitely been breached. Mamiya: This would be around… 9:20, correct? Chief of Security: Correct. At this point we open the weapons cabinet, grab guns, and rush towards the scene. Mamiya: Did you get there? Chief of Security: Funny thing is that we did, and we didn’t even realize that shouldn’t have been possible. The lockdown is, well, a lockdown: The full wing should have been locked, but it wasn’t. Only after the fire did we figure that one out so… I think the guy we’re looking for has some- Some sort of antimemetic property to their actions. Mamiya: Or you didn’t realize it at the time. Chief of Security: We do repairs on the lockdown system twice per week. Trust me when I tell you I wouldn’t have forgotten. And even if I had, the full security team not realizing what we’d just activated wasn’t working? Mamiya: … Do continue. What about the fire? Chief of Security: Alright, so… We probably got there at around 9:30. We didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. At this point we’ve met with Kuroko, from maintenance, on the way there, so we do recon work while he’s figuring out what happened to the cameras. Then… Around 9:45, he’s on the third camera, and hasn’t found anything weird yet, when we hear this huge explosion. And… Well, you’d know more about what happened. I didn’t get there until the fire was out so you tell our audience what happened. Mamiya: [Silence] … So the exact time was 9:43. Location: The administrative staff parking lot on Sector B. This is… Three floors above the Chief of Security’s location, and about ten above where I was. As far as I understand it, someone set explosives to my car, and three others, and they went up in flames. Or that’s what I thought at the time, anyhow. Chief of Security: A total of thirteen cars were lost during the fire following the explosions. Now, two funky things happened: First, the cameras and comms began working as soon as the explosion happened. The lockdown barriers began working as well, which slowed our return to the surface, but that’s neither here nor there. Second, there isn’t yet any proof that any external tools were used in the cars. As far as we know, the cars decided to ignite at that exact moment. Now, obviously, that makes no sense, so there’s anomalous forces at play. We just don’t know ‘what’ kind of forces they are. Mamiya: So what do we know? Chief of Security: We know someone was at Site-50, walked past 9 faulty doors, stopped 14 cameras, walked past 7 lockdown barriers, accessed a low-risk locker, extracted two items, and left without being caught. They didn’t cross paths with anyone else either, as far as we know. We also know they were capable of igniting the fuel in four cars while most likely being nowhere near them. Mamiya: And the lucky powder thing? Chief of Security: Right, that. How do I even explain that? Mamiya: Use your own words. Chief of Security: [Silence] So, at the locker room, we uh, we used an informational analyzer. Useful tool for picking up ‘thoughts’ that have been ‘thought’ about at any certain location. We, uh, we found nothing but a label: “Lucky Powder”. Whatever it is, it’s what the one behind all of this used to get here. Mamiya: No other thought left behind then. Chief of Security: Nothing else. Not about pulling anything of what they pulled, nor any feelings about their actions. Only ‘lucky powder’, which is odd, might I add. It’s not typical for people to not think. Sometimes it happens, but then we would find nothing instead of just “one thing”. Mamiya: … Which means? Chief of Security: I have no idea. Mamiya: Is that our conclusion? Chief of Security: No one here is a noosphere professional. We have oneirologists, but it’s not the same. So we… We have nothing, yeah. We didn’t have any answers when it happened, and we certainly don’t have any answers now. Someone waltzed right into the core of our site, robbed us blind, then dipped. And we’ve no idea how they pulled it off, or why. [Pause] So yeah, that is my conclusion. Should we wrap this up so we can get a more qualified team to investigate as soon as possible? Or do you have anything to add? Mamiya: … No, I do not. Interview’s over, then. Let’s get back to work. Further investigation by the Intelligence Bureau did not yield any concrete result. 8 more raids attributed to SCP-7250 occurred between this event and 2019/07/01. During this period, several additional measures were taken in an attempt to perceive and/or contain SCP-7250: Measure Result Standard Reinforcement Personnel on guard duty was increased, and several upgrades to Site-50’s security systems were implemented. No noticeable changes in raiding patterns. Reality Anchoring Reality anchors were installed in several key points of Site-50. Following a raid, it was shown that, while the anchors did not fail, the sensors that activate them had fatal flaws that prevented them from activating. Mnestic usage Upon the belief that a raid was taking place, Type-F mnestics were administered to three agents. Agents were deployed, but had no encounters with SCP-7250. Blood analysis showed mnestic drugs to be ineffective due to mismanagement during the factory processing stage seven weeks prior. Premonition Premonition anomalies used to predict SCP-7250’s behavior. Unclear answers, indicative of uncertainty, were obtained. SCP-7250-1’s abilities are believed to be the cause of this. Non-euclidean security Attempts to restrain a possible SCP-7250 raid through the usage of ever-shifting, non-euclidean self-locking corridors were conducted. Due to a measuring mistake during the installation process, failsafe in locking mechanisms siphoned into the center of the corridor, collapsing it, and turning the location euclidean, effectively disassembling itself. Probability Anchoring Probability warding systems believed to be able to counter a probabilistic anomaly were to be installed at Site-50. Vetoed on a 2-1 vote by the Site’s Chief of Security and Chief of Research due to historical functionality issues. Lethal autonomous weaponry Systems controlled by complex anomalous AI was programmed to shoot to terminate any target not programmed into its database. During a raid event, the internal Site database pushed for a mandatory update of optical systems. While programmed, the update was not meant to occur for another three days. Burial Low-risk items were stored inside a polygraphite sphere, two meters in diameter, and buried ten meters underground. Items have not been targeted by SCP-7250-1. While proven effective, this method is not believed to serve any actual practical purpose. Addendum SCP-7250.2 Following a 10th raid, on 2019/12/11, the Intelligence Bureau prepared a list of possible involved groups, as well as countermeasures either taken or to be taken to minimize involvement of these groups. A list of the most relevant groups is included below: Group Countermeasure Mujin-Getsudō-Shū, anomaly-using mercenary group trained in ninjutsu. Hired by the Foundation to carry out espionage and assassination-related activities, but have also been hired by other groups to conduct these jobs on Foundation staff. Tools and methodology of entry used by SCP-7250 bears resemblance with past MGS raids. Trustworthy members have been tasked with investigating branches of the group in search of key SCP-7250 labels. Additional Foundation agents have been tasked with supervising the investigation. Chikage-Kai (薙景会), anomalous branch of the Yamaguchi-Gumi (山口組)3. Also known by the label “Chicago Sake”, they are active anomalous drug and arms traffickers. Known to have raided Japanese Foundation sites before. Meeting between members of the East Asian Regional Council and members of the Yamaguchi-Gumi was held. Agreement believed to have taken place regarding SCP-7250. No public information available. Chaos Insurgency, poorly understood para-terrorist organization with esoteric goals, especialized in the raiding of paranormal research facilities. Have been known for infiltrating and raiding Foundation sites on multiple occasions. The Chaos Insurgency is already a group heavily looked after by the Foundation. Other than reporting of any information regarding key SCP-7250 labels, no extra measures are believed to be needed. Inside job carried out by Foundation personnel. Agents from within the Foundation, using Foundation-made technology would have an easier time raiding Foundation sites than those from outside groups. A full-scale staff investigation is being carried out under purview of the Chief of Security. Mnestic treatment and enhanced interrogation methods are to be applied when necessary. Despite these measures, a total of 4 raids have occurred since then. No new information regarding SCP-7250 or SCP-7250-1 has been obtained. SCP-7250 Update On 2021/02/10, a new raid on Site-50 took place. Unlike previous attempts, installed reality anchors were able to function normally, leading to a direct encounter between Site-50’s Chief of Security and an unknown individual. The unknown individual engaged the agent, who fatally shot the individual twice. Testimony - Site-50’s Chief of Security “Yeah, of course I was expecting him. I mean, we’ve- We’ve gotten pretty good at figuring out when a raid is happening, because everything stops working. So when I saw the cameras break, I grabbed a gun, and made my way to the location. I didn’t actually expect anything to come out of it. You know, it’s our job to be there, to react to the threat. But we haven’t accomplished anything since this started, so I didn’t actually expect to meet the guy. So then when I turn a corner and I meet face to face with him? I… I froze up. I don’t think he thought anything of it. He looked at me, then just kept moving. I guess he thought I couldn’t see him? I think… I think I followed him with my eyes, and that’s when he noticed. I don’t think he expected anyone to actually perceive him either. We’ve been trapped at this cat-and-mouse game for years now, except the cat’s the blind one. Why ever think we’d have the upper hand for once? He was carrying a duffel bag full of tools. I only reacted when he dropped it. It made this loud noise, and I remembered where I was, what I was doing and, well, that someone was in front of me. I don’t know if that freezing up was something the powder caused or not but… Well, point is, I saw him pull a gun. One of those nambus the cops use. He points it at me and fires. One, then two, then three. I remember ducking. I remember pulling out my gun and shooting at him. I remember my gun jamming. These things aren’t really supposed to jam, and when I took it back for a check-up, there was no evidence it had ever jammed but… Well, the guy can bend reality so I wasn’t too surprised. After that? I threw the thing at him. I wasn’t thinking straight, but hey, it worked, no? The guy got the wind knocked out of him, stumbled back, and tripped over his own bag. He fell to the ground, and I saw his gun fall as well. I took the chance. I grabbed it, and shot at him. One, then two, then click. Out of rounds. It didn’t matter though cuz, well… I didn’t mean to shoot to kill but the guy tried to get up and I, uh, I emptied the whole thing on his face. [Silence] … I personally- I don’t think that was SCP-7250. Or, ok, no, he was. He most definitely was, but something doesn't feel right about it. You don’t go from making a laughingstock of the most secure place on earth to just… Dying, you know? It doesn’t make sense. Then again, we didn’t… We didn’t really find any “Lucky Powder” on him. Maybe his luck literally ran out?… But if so, why would he risk going into the Site without what made him succeed in the first place?” Record analysis show that the individual’s identity was that of Hiroshi Nagayama, a person of interest associated with GoI-893 (“Chikage-Kai”). Nagayama was a known paradrug smuggler, mostly active in both Freeport FP-03 (“Eurtec”) and FP-14 (“San Kowloon”).4 This discovery prompted the formation of a task force in order to investigate Chikage-Kai regarding SCP-7250 and SCP-7250-1. With the help of the Chikage-Kai, Nagayama’s personal laboratory was accessed. Inside, all anomalous items stolen by SCP-7250 were found, cementing Nagayama as SCP-7250. The remains of seven desiccated corpses were also discovered at the site. These corpses had been ground into a fine powder, with only half a corpse remaining intact. These corpses are believed to have been used by Nagayama to produce SCP-7250-1. Based on religious imagery also found at the site, these corpses are believed to belong to the Seven Gods of Fortune5, or, at the very least, Nagayama believed this to be true. It is not known how Nagayama obtained these corpses, and involvement of other groups is being investigated. Testimony - Chikage-Kai’s Matriarch, Ibaraki-dōji “I can’t say I knew the guy personally. I talked to him a couple times, yeah, but Hokuto’s the one who manages the guys at Eurtec. I don’t like meddling with junkies, personally, so I can’t tell you anything related to who he was on a personal level. I can still tell you what I know. So, this guy, Nagayama? He was drowning in debt. Usually if a guy gets to us to sell shady shit, it’s not because they’re in a good place. We lend them money, we lend the product, and they go on their merry way. Now, sometimes you don’t sell what you need to sell, or you get your product taken from you by someone else. It’s hard to be at the bottom, especially at the kind of places the guy dealt at. Eurtec, you gotta pay both the police force and any guy already established there to even begin dealing. Kowloon? We’re not the strongest organization there. Gotta pay the Dragon Lord some respect, else your head rolls. So yeah, he was just a desperate guy who acted upon said desperation. Kinda admirable, how he managed to fool both yours and my people. I mean, snorting corpses to become lucky? That’s some crackhead logic, and it actually worked. Really wanna know what was going through his head when he thought of it… And why he didn’t sell the crap he stole from you. I mean, what was he waiting on? Did he think he could keep doing this for longer? Was there something else he was gonna do with them? Was he too out of it to even think about it in the first place? [Pause] … Well, whatever. A seller snorted his own shit, used it to steal more shit, and died for it. It’s not an uncommon sight. The only weird part’s the drug, but it’s not like we don’t see some weird stuff from time to time… Guess it’s also weird that he decided to rob the Foundation, but that’s not really our problem. That’s yours.” While it is understood that Nagayama used these corpses to produce SCP-7250-1, further uses of the powder have not yielded similar results to those attributed to SCP-7250-1 usage. It is theorized that produced SCP-7250-1 partially or fully lost its powers at some point between the 14th and the 15th raid. Evidence of Nagayama mixing SCP-7250-1 with other paradrugs, as well as several smashed house shrines and other imagery seem to support this. An unknown audio log has been saved to the database Awaiting Security Team Review View Audio Log Deleting Audio Log… [Start Log] Chief of Security: What did you need me for? Mamiya: Take a seat, please. Chief of Security: Is this about the bet? Look, being honest- Mamiya: Sit down, and tell me why you did it. Chief of Security: Uhhh… I mean, it was your sister’s- Mamiya: Not the bet. The powder. The raids. SCP-7250. Why did you do it. Chief of Security: … Really? You think- [Papers being shuffled] Mamiya: Here. I told the team to do another premonition ritual, this time without you. I’d been wondering… You were always in charge of everything we tested… In charge of the search party, in charge of the investigation team, in charge of the fucking security, for Christ’s sake… And you were also in charge of every report regarding SCP-7250. How the hell did I not see it earlier?… [Silence] Well? Are you going to say something? Do you need me to go over everything you did? Chief of Security: … Alright, whatever. Yeah, I’m SCP-7250. I, uh, I guess cat’s out the bag now. Mamiya: … Thanks for not making this harder than it should be. Now, answer me: Why? Chief of Security: You’re recording this, aren’t you? Mamiya: Of course I am. Chief of Security: [Pause] … Have I ever told you when was the last time we bought new cameras for corridor 4-1-C? Mamiya: … Pardon? Chief of Security: You don’t need to answer; I wasn’t expecting you to. That camera? It’s from 1989. Same for the two at Cafeteria Hall 2, and the three that point at the elevators in Sector A. We have a couple from 1990, a couple from ‘91, from ‘92… The oldest? From 1984. And- And that’s not the only old thing here. The entire wiring on Sector B was last changed during the Bubble Era. We still have scanners running at 300 Mhz. You know what that means? It means it’s old. Outdated. Unreliable. Mamiya: Is that it? You pulled this out so your department could get more money to fix things? You could have asked- Chief of Security: Oh, don’t give me that! You’re gonna play the victim now?! If you’re recording this, then mind telling our audience about the four budget increase requests you’ve denied these past ten years? I didn’t do this because it was easy. I did this because no one would have given a shit otherwise. Because you haven’t given a shit before. Mamiya: [Sighs] You sound like a fucking tokusatsu villain, God… Chief of Security: Well, what do you want me to do? Lie? Mamiya: [Pause] So where did you get the powder from? Chief of Security: … Huh? Mamiya: You heard me. Where did y- Chief of Security: Wait, didn’t- You said you knew… Did you fucking trick me? Mamiya: What do you mean? Chief of Security: There isn’t any powder. It doesn’t exist. I made it up. Mamiya: … What… What do you mean it doesn’t exist? Chief of Security: You just told me you knew what I did! Mamiya: Shut up for one second and answer! Chief of Security: I made it the fuck up, alright? It’s- It was part of the trick. I had to make sure the higher-ups actually cared about this place being raided, so I checked every project I had clearance for, saw what the Foundation was looking for and… Well, they look for a lot, but they’re really into controlling uncertainty. Who wouldn’t want to make sure things worked 100% of the time, you know? That’s when I decided I would use “luck” as the bait. I’d make things look like whoever was raiding the place was able to do his job no matter the odds. Mamiya: You can’t be serious. You can’t- You can’t expect me to believe there was nothing anomalous about this. Chief of Security: Of course there were anomalous bits. How did you think I blew shit up, or pulled out the label thing? There was ‘magic’ going on, but all I did was use tools available to us. I wrote off everything I used as drill expenses or whichever excuse I could come up at the time. Mamiya: … Fuck. Chief of Security: Yup. Mamiya: You blew up my fucking car. Chief of Security: Oh, yeah, that did happen, didn’t it? Huh. Mamiya: And there’s no powder? No anomaly? Just… Chief of Security: Just me pulling some strings. And wires. Mostly wires, yeah. Mamiya: [Pause] Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t let the Council know this. Chief of Security: Oh? Mamiya: I- Oh fuck. Just- Give me a moment, I need… [2 minutes of silence, interrupted by the pouring of liquid] Chief of Security: … Better? Mamiya: The Council wants the powder. I promised I would deliver. I can’t show myself and tell them the second most trustworthy person on this site betrayed them. I’ll- I’ll lose fucking everything. Chief of Security: Did you get anything in exchange? Mamiya: Where did you think the budget increase came from?… Chief of Security: … So you’re telling me all I did is gonna be for naught? Mamiya: I couldn’t care less about you right now. [Pause] I need to figure something out. Chief of Security: So you’re not gonna arrest me, then? Mamiya: I can’t, unless I want to go down with the ship. Chief of Security: And you don’t? Mamiya: Of course I don’t. Chief of Security: … Heh. Alright. Well, that means I’m pretty lucky, eh? Mamiya: Shut the fuck up. [Sound of liquid being poured] That’s a Yamazaki 50. That glass is half your annual salary. Chief of Security: You know, I didn’t have any idea of when I would stop with this farce, but I did have a plan for when I’d decide to call it quits. Wanna hear it? Mamiya: Are you trying to rope me in? Chief of Security: You don’t seem to have any other choice, do you? Mamiya: [Pause] Alright, I’m listening. Chief of Security: Someone needs to take the fall. That’s non-negotiable. What we can negotiate is who, though. [Something slides against the wood] Mamiya: Whose phone number is this? Chief of Security: Familiar with the local mafia? Mamiya: … Will this work? Chief of Security: If we’re lucky, then maybe. Mamiya: [Groans] God, I hate you. [Liquid being drunk] Chief of Security: Feels good to have the upper hand again, you know? Gotta admit though, I was pretty impressed you- [Pause] The recording. Mamiya: Ah, right. One second. [End Log] Deleting Audio Log… ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7250" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7250. 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. Location: Tokyo, Japan. Specialty: History, Anthropology, Groups of Interest 2. Due to their anomalous nature, Chief of Security’s personal name and designated role are indistinguishable from each other. 3. Largest Yakuza organization currently operating. Historically known to have had ties with both the Japanese government, and several paranormal agencies connected to it, the Foundation included. 4. Extradimentional space born following the demolition of Hong Kong's Kowloon Walled City. 5. Figures in Japanese mythology that are believed to grant good luck. They are also known for being the patron deities of several professions and traditional arts. |
SCP-7251 | keter | close Info X SCP-7251: Abyssopelagic Fungus Author: TheDrAluminium This work has 1,348 words. Item#: 7251 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to prevent the exploration of the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean by any reasonable means. SCP-7251 colonies are to be contained within an aquarium kept at 5°C or less. The aquarium is to be held within a standard containment chamber for high-threat biological hazards. The decontamination chamber within SCP-7251's containment chamber must be kept consistently at 6°C or higher. SCP-7251 colonies are only to be contained in locations with hot and arid climates. In the event of an outbreak of SCP-7251 constituting less than 60% of the local population, any organism found to be infected by SCP-7251 is to be incinerated. In the event of an outbreak of SCP-7251 constituting greater than 60% of the local population, uninfected citizens within the area of the outbreak are to be evacuated under the guise of threats of terrorism, subsequently, the area is to be sanitized through the usage of incendiary weaponry. These measures have been put in place following the events described in Addendum-7251-2. Description: SCP-7251 are unicellular fungal organisms similar to Candida Albicans, originating from within the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean. When a sufficient amount of SCP-7251 instances are present, the instances will build colonies resembling the appearance of human veins. The exterior of SCP-7251 colonies is black in hue, while the interior is purple in hue. SCP-7251 colonies can mimic the appearance and function of less complex organisms. Individual SCP-7251 instances asexually reproduce through cellular mitosis. This method of reproduction usually takes an hour to occur; however, the rate of this process expedites when certain conditions are present. Colonies of SCP-7251 asexually reproduce through the production of spores. Spores produced by SCP-7251 instances will grow solely within biological hosts. When coming into contact with biological matter, spores produced by SCP-7251 colonies will excrete a clear liquid similar to cerebrospinal fluid in viscosity. Combining this liquid with any form of biological tissue produces a cooling effect, causing the temperature of the biological tissue to be reduced to approximately 2°C. However, all biological tissue affected by this phenomenon will be unaffected by the adverse effects caused by the reduction in temperature. Upon entering a host, SCP-7251 instances will begin rapid cellular mitosis. This process will continue until a colony of SCP-7251 instances forms within the host's central nervous system. The colony will then influence the actions of the host to produce a more favourable environment for the survival of the colony. Colonies of SCP-7251 will continue to manipulate the host following their expiration to a limited extent. There are several symptoms of SCP-7251 infection. These symptoms include the appearance of small colonies of SCP-7251 on the host's skin, a reduction of the host's body temperature, an increase in the aggressive tendencies of the host, an increase in the host's physical strength, an increase in the host's regenerative abilities, a reduction in the host's survival instincts, and abnormal movements from the host. SCP-7251 colonies require a specific environment for survival outside of the host to be possible. When colonies of SCP-7251 are destitute of sufficient amounts of water, extensive necrosis will occur within the colony. Prolonged exposure to temperatures exceeding 5°C will also cause extensive necrosis within SCP-7251 colonies. Addendum-7251-1: Discovery SCP-7251 was originally discovered after a distress call involving the anomaly was intercepted by Foundation operatives. The call detailed an event where an outbreak of a fungus occurred within a United States marine testing facility. According to the individual speaking to Foundation operatives, the fungus, discovered by marine biologists based within the United States testing facility, was presumed to only affect aquatic life after extensive testing on the lifeform displayed extensive necrosis of the lifeform when removed from its natural environment. As the fungus seemed to pose little to no threat, security measures were relaxed around the organism to preserve resources. Due to this, on a notably cold day, a mishap in transportation caused multiple individuals to be exposed to the fungus in sub-zero temperatures, subsequently causing the infection of said individuals. Following the call's interception, multiple MTF agents were dispatched to control the situation. Upon arrival, agents found numerous staff to be infected by SCP-7251. Additionally, a large SCP-7251 colony formed at the centre of the facility. The MTF agents proceeded to collect samples of the fungus before quarantining the facility. The facility was later utilized for testing on the anomaly. Addendum-7251-2: Breach Proceeding with the Foundation's acquisition of the facility, investigations were launched into the surrounding area. Initially, nothing out of the ordinary was discovered within the area; however, following atmospheric testing, small traces of SCP-7251 spores could be detected. Assumedly, an unknown avian entity became infected with the anomaly, subsequently causing a breach in containment. After following traces of SCP-7251 spores, Foundation operatives located the apparent site at which the infected entity had landed. The location discovered resided within a small coastal town with a population of approximately 200 people. Foundation operatives equipped with hazmat suits were then sent into the town under the guise of a gas leak. What appeared to have happened was that the entity flew into a window which subsequently caused the entity's neutralization as there was evidence of an SCP-7251 colony being formed on the window, which the entity assumedly struck. Unexpectedly, however, the colony appeared completely healthy despite the express lack of water; it is assumed that the lack of water in the environment outside of the entity, along with a suitable environment to reproduce and an overall above-average reproductive speed allowed SCP-7251 to evolve a reduced dependency of water. Samples of the evolved fungus were collected for testing; residents of the house were evacuated, and the rest of the fungus was incinerated under the guise of a gas fire caused by the aforementioned gas leak. All SCP-7251 spores were purged from the air via the utilization of heat-based weaponry. Tests on the altered fungus displayed a lesser dependency on water, as mentioned previously. An additional attribute of the altered SCP-7251 colony was an increase in survivable temperature for the altered colony. Approximately three days following the containment of the altered colony, the colony began to exhibit rapid and unpredictable movements before morphing into a mimicry of an unidentifiable avian species, assumedly the same as which originated the colony. The altered colony then attempted to break the observation glass of its containment chamber in an attempt to escape; shortly after, on-site security terminated the colony. Note: Despite the small-scale consequence of this event, SCP-7251 should be treated with higher amounts of care, given the anomaly's capability for rapid reproduction leading to an enhanced ability for adaptation combined with the anomaly's ability to mimic other lifeforms cumulates into a dangerous combination with the potential to cause a wide-scale outbreak making containment of the anomaly impossible; thus we have decided that, in the cases of outbreaks, the destruction of SCP-7251 instances and colonies should be made the highest priority to mitigate the possibility of an SCP-7251 instance or colony adapting for the infection of terrestrial life. Addendum-7251-3: Communication During the containment of an SCP-7251 colony, several changes in the aforementioned colony were noted. At first, the colony began to move sporadically before beginning to mimic what appeared to be eyes in both appearance and function. Approximately six hours after a team was sent in to perform tests on the SCP-7251 colony, the colony mimicked what appeared to have been a human finger before tapping on the glass using the finger. This seemed to formulate a message in Morse code. Recreation of The Taps Through a Telegraph: Translation: You're attempting to reverse our progress which we worked so hard to attain. Tell us why, why do you hate us so? We are just following our design. Immediately after, all SCP-7251 instances and colonies currently in containment experienced extensive necrosis. One hour after, extreme seismic activity occurred within the abyssopelagic zone of the ocean for approximately thirty minutes before cessation. A thorough investigation into the possibility of sentience within SCP-7251 colonies is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7251" by TheDrAluminium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7251. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7252 | euclid | by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 7252 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo A land of endless ice. Towers of pain. Unspoken words. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Special Containment Procedures The Parham University clock tower is to be barred from public access. Any and all interaction with the clockwork mechanism of the tower is to be authorized by the SCP-7252 research head. All communications with entities within SCP-7252-A are to be logged in this database entry. Entry into SCP-7252-A is currently permitted to Foundation staff who have undergone wilderness survival training and who have been certified in rudimentary telecommunication formats. Description SCP-7252 is the clockwork structure of the Parham University clock tower located in Youngstown, Ohio, USA. The tower itself possesses no anomalous features. The clockwork asserts its anomalous nature between 02:00 and 03:00 EST. During this period, the pendulum of the clockwork slowly ceases to swing and rests at its lowest position. A ladder then extends downward from the upper portion of the tower. This allows for exiting the tower via a hatch that is only accessible during this time period. This exit opens to the top of the tower and allows entry into SCP-7252-A. Upon initial Foundation assessment, both the interior and exterior of this hatch were noted to have been badly damaged. Diagram of a typical heliograph. Hover for enhanced view. Note the mirror to the left (C) and the shutter mechanism to the right. SCP-7252-A is a dimension wherein the clock tower maintains its appearance, however it is surrounded on all sides by a large body of water. One land mass is visible in the distance with 83 towers erected along its shore each of which are similar in design to the tower housing SCP-7252. The rooftop of the tower where one enters into SCP-7252-A is equipped with a telescope and a heliograph1. Messaging using the heliograph pointed toward the shore typically prompts a return message from one, or more, towers. It is presumed at this time that there are multiple sapient entities responsible for these messages. Addendum 7252.1: Discovery 21 SEP 2021: Parham University students Katherine Wagner, Harold Robinson, and Amelia Ibanez go missing. The FBI was contacted by local law enforcement in order to aid in their investigation. After discovering that the students had last been seen entering into the university clock tower, FBI assets examined the tower for any clues as to the students' location. Two of the students were found within the upper portion of the tower in a state of severe shock three days after they went missing. Each of them was found to have frostbite to their hands and feet as well as severe dehydration. Following eight days in a local hospital's intensive care unit, one of the recovered students reported to the interviewing FBI agent that she had entered into SCP-7252-A which was relayed to the UIU and the Foundation. Interview Log Interviewed: Katherine Wagner Interviewer: Special Agent Scott McKinney Foreword: Following interview with UIU Agent Temika Jones, subject was determined to have undergone an anomalous experience. I was dispatched to determine the series of events that led to this experience and her subsequent discovery. BEGIN LOG 02 OCT 2021 - 13:48 Agent McKinney: Hi Katherine. My name is Scott and I work for the FBI. I know you spoke with one of my colleagues yesterday and I want you to know that I believe everything that you told her and I am not here to judge you in any way. Wagner: Call me Kat. Wagner: I don't know why you would believe me, I barely believe it myself. I read in class that this is the age that schizophrenia and all that shit kicks in, so it's probably that. Thanks for the genes, mom. Agent McKinney: This wasn't any kind of mental breakdown, I promise you, Kat. Between you and me I've seen far stranger things than what you told Agent Jones — it's what I deal with each day actually. Wagner: I— Okay. Fine. What do you want to know. Agent McKinney: You told us that you and your friends were in the clock tower on campus the night you disappeared. You were smoking some pot — which isn't an issue here — and noticed that the clock stopped ticking around two in the morning. Is that right? Wagner: Yeah. Agent McKinney: And then you climbed up the tower because you saw a ladder on the pendulum and that took you to the roof. Wagner: But it wasn't the fucking roof. It was some island in the fucking ocean. It was freezing. There was no food or water and we almost died. Agent McKinney: Go ahead and tell me exactly what happened after you went on the roof. Wagner: We thought that the shrooms we had taken finally kicked in and we started to smoke some more on the roof for a few hours. We thought it was all good until this light started shining at us from the shore. It was like, a few quick flashes and then nothing. Few minutes later some more flashes. That went on for at least a few hours. Wagner: We just thought it was some weird light thing and didn't pay it any mind. So we were hanging out, and then decided that we were going to leave, but the fucking door wouldn't open. We all tried and it wouldn't budge. So we freaked out for a while. I eventually got calmed down and Harold started to look at the shore with the telescope that was up there and looked around to see what the deal was. There was another tower over there and there was some guy looking at us. Agent McKinney: Could you make out any details about the other tower or the person that you saw? Wagner: The guy had like, this filthy jumpsuit on. He was really slow, like an old guy. I couldn't make out a lot of detail. Agent McKinney: That's okay, you're doing good. Wagner: He came outside each day and kept flashing that light at us. Each day got colder. Harold kept saying that we needed to get inside or we'd all die. He said we could probably climb down the tower and get inside through one of the windows. Wagner: There was no way I could do that. I was tired and my hands could barely move. He managed to climb over the edge and then I heard glass breaking — I figure he got inside. Wagner: I didn't hear anything else from him after that. I kept trying to open the hatch back up, and then it finally did open and I fell back into the tower. Amelia came down after me. Wagner: You're going to get Harold out of there, right? Agent McKinney: We're going to do everything we can, Kat. END LOG Closing Statement: Following the interview, both Katherine Wagner and Amelia Ibanez recovered and were successfully amnesticized after their respective interviews. Family members of Harold Robinson were informed that the FBI would continue investigating his disappearance. Addendum 7252.2: Initial Exploration Containment Team Dr. Timothy Chaney, Lead Researcher Dr. Nichole Brown Dr. James Hargett Agent Andre Lewis Agent Mary Valdez Foreword: Based on the information gathered from Katherine Wagner and Amelia Ibanez, a containment team was tasked with exploring the immediate environment within SCP-7252-A and attempting recovery of Harold Robinson. They were provided with equipment and three days worth of supplies in order to afford them time within the anomaly. BEGIN LOG 5 OCT 2021 - 02:11 Dr. Chaney: Go ahead and confirm communication status, Brown. Dr. Brown: I'm reading you, video feeds are stable, and telemetry is coming through. Proceed when ready. Dr. Hargett: The pendulum has been stopped now for several minutes and we are going to begin our ascent. Agent Lewis: I'll go ahead first. [Agent Lewis proceeds to the top of the clockwork toward the exit hatch.] Agent Lewis: I'm at the hatch now. Opening. Agent Lewis: Fuck that's windy. [The containment team exits the tower without issue.] Dr. Chaney: It's night and there are… three moons visible in the sky. Dr. Chaney: Hargett, go ahead and set up the transponder and the drone controller. Dr. Hargett: Will do. Agent Valdez: Here is the telescope that they said Robinson used. And, what is this thing? Dr. Brown: That's a heliograph. Dr. Chaney: Why do you know that? Dr. Brown: You pick things up over time. You use the mirror and the shutter to send Morse code messages. [Dr. Chaney uses his binoculars to visualize the opposite shoreline.] Dr. Chaney: It looks like there's similar equipment on most of those towers. Dr. Hargett: The drone is all set Dr. Chaney. Dr. Chaney: Try and do a 100 m perimeter around the tower and see what atmospheric readings you get. [Dr. Hargett brings the drone to an elevation 50 m above the tower and performs a flight around the team.] Dr. Brown: I'm getting the drone's readings. It looks like it gets drastically colder further from the tower; it's getting down to -20 °C. Dr. Hargett: I don't think the drone is going to tolerate temps like that long enough to get over to the shore. Dr. Chaney: We have a backup, so fly it to the shore and we'll see what we get. [Dr. Hargett begins to fly the drone in the direction of the shore.] Dr. Brown: Readings coming through. Dr. Brown: 200m, -40 °C. Dr. Brown: 350m, -60 °C. Dr. Brown: 500m, -110 °C. Dr. Brown: 650m, -250 °C. Dr. Brown: And there goes the drone. Agent Lewis: That wasn't even half-way to the shore. Agent Valdez: No chance we can make it out there, at least with this equipment. Dr. Chaney: Hargett, hook up the rest of the sensors, I'll get the monitors set up. Brown, let me know when you start getting these feeds. [The containment team proceeds to set up their camp.] Agent Valdez: Lewis and me are going to try and repel off the edge and look for the ingress point that Robinson found. Dr. Chaney: We'll finish up here, just let us know if you need one of us to check anything out. Agent Lewis: Will do. Let's see. Yeah, there's the window they heard break. Let's do this. [Agents Lewis and Valdez descend the outside of the tower and proceed to enter.] Agent Valdez: We're in. Agent Valdez: There's some blood on the floor in here. Agent Lewis: That's probably from the kid. Agent Lewis: That was reinforced glass on that window he busted. Agent Valdez: There's a hatch under the one we came in, but it looks like it's locked down tight. Agent Valdez: Let's see, what else. Agent Valdez: Stairwell looks the same. We're going to head down. Agent Lewis: The ground floor looks like an office. Agent Lewis: More blood. Agent Lewis: Still no sign of the kid. Agent Valdez: There's a desk, a chair, and a few cabinets. Agent Valdez: The cabinets are filled with cards. I'll pack a few, but they look like they have names and dates written on them. Agent Valdez: This one just says "disloyal" under the name. Agent Lewis: The door is here too and it looks similar to our side. I'm going to try and get it open. Agent Lewis: It's sturdy. Agent Valdez: Put a little ass into it, Lewis. [Agent Lewis successfully dislodges the door. A clang is heard and the bells within the tower begin to ring.] Agent Lewis: That's not great. Dr. Brown: What did you do down there? Agent Lewis: All we did was open the door. Dr. Hargett: Do you see that flashing on the shore? Dr. Brown: That looks like Morse code to me, but it doesn't make sense. Dr. Hargett: A few of the towers are lighting up too. Dr. Chaney: You getting those, Brown? Dr. Brown: The tower to the left is gibberish too, but the one on right is saying something. Dr. Brown: Keep the camera on h— Dr. Brown: "R-U-N." Again and again. END LOG Addendum 7252.3: Communications Over the course of the exploratory sessions within SCP-7252-A, there have been 498 attempts at communication with Foundation team members. Of the intelligible messages, they typically express regret over an act or a quality of the sender. Complete log of communications with entities inhabiting SCP-7252-A can be found in Appendix 7252.A. Sample communications: Original Foundation Reply Response HELP. COLD. UNABLE. READY TO REPENT. PLEASE. WHY HERE. TO LEARN. NOTHING TO TEACH. I AM FILTH. NO MORE. MUST LEAVE. EXPLAIN. THEY ARE WATCHING. PLEASE. COME. UNABLE. TELL KAT SORRY. More by Barbarous_Bread More by Barbarous_Bread SCPs: Item # Rating Comments SCP-5414 + 53 8 SCP-6252 + 33 8 SCP-6680 + 29 9 SCP-6855 + 28 1 SCP-7252 + 65 18 SCP-7826 + 24 3 SCP-7466 + 18 5 Tales: Item # Rating Comments I Dream of Trains + 13 0 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7252" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7252. 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: Heliograph Name: US Signal Service Heliograph, from Gallup, 1893, p. 30 Author: signal mirror License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: Flickr Footnotes 1. A mechanism used to transmit Morse code messages using a shutter and a mirror. Flashes are produced by occluding the light from the mirror using the shutter. |
SCP-7253 | safe | You won't forget us Item#: 7253 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The door leading to SCP-7253 has been removed and replaced with a brick wall. Instances of SCP-7253-B are to be incinerated following their identification. Further research into the anomaly is forbidden per order of the Overwatch Council. SCP-7253 Description: SCP-7253 refers to an unmarked hallway in the Attica Correctional Facility, New York. The hallway contains 16 cells, 5 of whom show signs of past habitation, and a single interrogation room,1. All cells contain a bed with a mattress, a sink and a porcelain toilet. Personnel entering one of the 5 cells or the interrogation room report a multitude of psychological and physical effects with no clear source. All effects cease after exiting the cells. SCP-7253 has a secondary anti-amnestic effect, preventing personnel who have perceived the contents of the cells or the interrogation room from forgetting them. Discovery: SCP-7253 was discovered on 07/03/2023 during a renovation of the offices space belonging to the Attica Correctional Facility's administration. The entrance was found between a collection of steel cabinets in the office of the prison's current warden. At the time, SCP-7253 was isolated by a reinforced steel door with a brass plaque bearing the logo of the SCP Foundation, in addition to an unknown label2. An exploration of SCP-7253 was conducted the following day. SCP-7253-B was discovered 2 months later during repairs of a burst pipe near the northern wall of the ACF. ADDENDUM 1.7253: DESCRIPTION OF -A INSTANCES Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A1 Anomaly Contents: The cell appears to be recently cleaned, with no signs of dust or decay present. Folded sheets lay on top of the bed, while a top hat rests in the sink. No identifiable traces of DNA have been found. A yellow scrap of paper is floating in the toilet. Illegible writing can be seen scrawled across it. Notes: The room contains a mild antimemetic effect, making personnel exiting forget about its contents. This effect does not carry over to written text. Notes written down by exploring agents suggest a feeling of dread upon entering. Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A2 Anomaly Contents: The bed in the room is overturned and the toilet is cracked. The words "FUCK THIS FARCE" are carved into the wall. Considerable signs of decay are present across the room. Notes: Personnel entering report feelings of anger, prior to developing hatred towards the SCP Foundation, going as far as to vandalize any insIgnia on their body. Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A3 Anomaly Contents: The cell contains multiple thaumaturgic runes associated with rituals involving empathy and telepathy, carved under the bed and sink. A book containing an unknown language, written using the Latin script, lays on tops of the bed. Notes: Personnel entering report feelings of melancholy. They then begin to develop a negative opinion of the SCP Foundation in a way similiar to A2, while being able to provide arguments for their opinions. Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A4 Anomaly Contents: A red rug with a spiral symbol is present in the center of the room. The smell of rotting flesh is present across the cell, with no identifiable source. A notebook filled with writing in an unknown script lays next to the rug Notes: Personnel entering report feelings of body dysmorphia. In addition, the effected person will develop a belief in dystheism3. Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A5 Anomaly Contents: The cell contains a passport of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, dated to expire in June of 1972. A white pill was found tucked under the matress, containing potassium cyanide. Notes: Personnel entering the cell report the feeling of missing one's homeland, in addition to an intense fear of death. Anomaly Designation: SCP-7253-A6 Anomaly Contents: The room contains a table, two chairs and a pair of handcuffs. Remnants of an unidentified dried substance are visible on and around one of the chairs. A box, containing a variety of industrial tools, knives and a first aid kit rests in the far left corner of the room. Notes: Personnel entering report feelings of discomfort, slowly intensifying as they remain in the room. Extended stays in the room lead to physical sensations associated with being struck, choked and cut. While the physical sensations cease immediately after leaving the room, the feelings of discomfort may linger up to multiple days afterwards. Personnel staying for over an hour in the interrogation room have shown symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. ADDENDUM 2.7253: DESCRIPTION OF -B INSTANCES SCP-7253-B refers to 5 highly damaged human cadavers recovered from the ground near the northern wall of the ACF. All instances were found in a highly decomposed state at the time of discovery, though signs of pre-mortem injuries were discovered in all corpses4. All instances were found to bear a minor anomalous effect causing any person observing them to feel an intense sense of empathy, regardless of prior context. The identity of the corpses is yet to be determined. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7253" by Letova, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7253. 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: PRISON.PNG Name: HK Victoria Prison Hall D Female Section.JPG Author: VictoriaOP~commonswiki License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HK_Victoria_Prison_Hall_D_Female_Section.JPG Footnotes 1. Designated SCP-7253-A1 through -A6 2. Only the words "Department of" have been recognized 3. The theological position that a deity is not wholly good and could be considered evil. 4. Including broken bones, missing fingers and crushed ribs |
SCP-7254 | keter | Item #: SCP-7254 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7254 is contained in a standard humanoid cell located in Site-24's E-Wing. The subject remains in a subdued state, and is to be provided with one gallon of goat's blood by no less than two D-class personnel on the first day of each month. Investigation into SCP-7254's origin remains ongoing. Description: SCP-7254 is a Tartarean entity of unclear classification, presently inhabiting the body of eight year old Abigail Burr. SCP-7254 exhibits most of the characteristics associated with possessive daemons - namely, unnatural strength, heightened resistance to injury, and insatiable appetite for human flesh. While capable of speech, SCP-7254's vocalizations are largely incoherent, though Foundation linguists have identified trace fragments of Sanskrit, Sumerian and Old Daevic. As determined through ectographic analysis, SCP-7254's natural form is that of a tall, chimeric humanoid reminiscent of Daemonium vulgaris, possessing porcine1, corvine2 and piscine3 attributes. Conventional methods of excising SCP-7254 from the host (including standardized exorcism procedures) have thus far been unsuccessful. The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics is consulting relevant historical sources for information regarding SCP-7254, under the presumption that uncovering its true name may grant the Foundation some degree of influence. SCP-7254 came to Foundation attention after killing 31 civilians at a compound belonging to a (now defunct) Christian sect known as the Fellowship of the True Faith, of which Burr's parents were recent initiates. Fellowship doctrine was noted for its unorthodox views on the nature of disease, believing all physical ailments to be caused by daemonic possession. Three weeks prior to SCP-7254's manifestation, Abigail Burr was subject to trepanation4 by Fellowship doctors, ostensibly in an effort to cure her epilepsy. There is no evidence to suggest that SCP-7254 was deliberately invoked: Foundation daemonologists have hypothesized that the entity may have become stranded in the material universe at some point in the past (presumably the result of a failed summoning attempt). SCP-7254 likely gravitated towards Burr as her open skull cavity allowed ease of access to a living host. One of the surviving church members was Dr. Anthony Harrigan, whose wife and son were both killed in the attack. Dr. Harrigan, who was one of the physicians tasked with overseeing Burr's trepanation, later testified that prior to his collapse from blood loss, SCP-7254 thanked him. Footnotes 1. Of or relating to pigs. 2. Of or relating to crows. 3. Of or relating to fish. 4. Medical procedure whereby a small hole is drilled directly into the skull. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7254" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7254. 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-7255 | safe | SCP-7255 — Sauna Bonds Written by Roundabouts. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Side Note: A translation of the Finnish dialogue has been provided. You can see it by hovering over Finnish words and sentences in italics. BY ORDER OF SITE-358'S ADMINISTRATION The following file is Level 2/7255 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7255/2 Item#: SCP-7255 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7255. Riihimäki, Finland, circa 2017. SCP-7255 is out of frame. Special Containment Procedures: Any civilians approaching SCP-7255 are to be dissuaded out of the anomaly's vicinity under the pretense of the sauna being a private property. A proper set of containment procedures is pending approval. Description: SCP-7255 is the designation given to a sauna located in the outskirts of Riihimäki, Finland. SCP-7255's interior, though seemingly mundane, is an extradimensional space that connects approximately 107 afterlives, 73 extradimensional spaces and 38 alternative timelines. While in baseline reality, SCP-7255 is located in the municipality of Riihimäki, SCP-7255 may be located in other places in other timelines, spaces and afterlives. Due to the large amount of realities and spaces connected by SCP-7255, the anomaly is considered a common place for SCP-7255-1 instances to meet. SCP-7255-1 is the designation given to any entities that enter (or have entered) SCP-7255. Upon exiting SCP-7255, SCP-7255-1 instances will return to their respective realities. Addendum 7255.1: DISCOVERY — 13.01.2017 SCP-7255 was originally found by Rsr. Abigail Lacroix on January 13th, 2017, during a holiday vacation to Finland along with her coworker, Neil Leinnes, both of which were officially assigned to Site-94 in Alaska. During her 2-week vacation across the country, Lacroix reported that, while visiting Riihimäki, several posts in Finnish and Swedish detailing a 'magical sauna experience' could be found around the entire town. One of these posts was later recovered during a short inspection of the town, and its translation can be found below: ISOMÄNTYVALKOISELLAMAALLAJÄRVI MAGICAL SAUNA EXPERIENCE FIND THE BEST LÖYLY IN FINLAND. BECOME A GIANT OCTOPUS'S BEST FRIEND UNDER MAGICAL DUST SAUNA STEAM. FIND YOUR LIFE'S LOVE AND NEVER MEET THEM AGAIN. CLEAN YOUR SKIN FROM ALL SIN AT A SHINING LAKE'S COAST.. EASY RELAXATION, MAGIC UNBOUND. ONLY AT ISOMÄNTYVALKOISELLAMAALLAJÄRVI. Lacroix spoke fluent Swedish, so she understood most of the text on the sign. Upon contacting her workmate, who was booking in a night at a local inn, Lacroix proceeded to drive towards the location on her own. Once Lacroix entered SCP-7255 and comforted herself, she laid on the sauna's cabin for 7 minutes before a large, bipedal polar bear ("SCP-7255-2") entered the cabin and sat next to Lacroix, who reported to feel unnerved by the bear's presence. Believing the bear was an individual anomaly, Lacroix called her workmate using her earpiece, and described her circumstances. Following this, a platoon of the Canadian Army ("SCP-7255-3; SCP-7255-11") entered the sauna and the bear proceeded to exit SCP-7255, presumably intimidated by the guns. Lacroix later escaped the sauna and drove to the inn Leinnes was booking in, before writing a message to Site-358's Site Director, Kalevi Riikonen. A provisional SCP file describing the bear was later written. Addendum 7255.2: INTERVIEW LOG — 16.01.2017 On the evening of January 16th, 2017, Rsr. Lacroix entered SCP-7255 and proceeded to interview an SCP-7255-1 instance that was languishing on one of the sauna's benches. The following excerpt is one of the many interviews carried out by Rsr. Lacroix on said evening. DATE: 16/1/2017 INTERVIEWER: Rsr. Abigail Lacroix LOCATION: SCP-7255 [BEGIN LOG] (Rsr. Lacroix enters SCP-7255. She closes the door, and takes off her coat before hanging it on a nearby hook. Several clothes, including parkas, tank tops and sweaters can be seen hung from other hooks.) (Notably, a piggy bank captioned with the words 'TO ENTER THE SAUNA, PAY 2 EUROS. IT'S OBLIGATORY. ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES.' both in Finnish and English stands on the table beside the door. Lacroix looks up to one of the ceiling's corners to meet with a security camera. She checks her pockets, but they are empty.) (Lacroix picks a can of soda from a nearby freezer and proceeds into the cabin, dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt.) (Inside, a white, featureless glowing entity can be seen pouring water onto the cabin's kiuas,1 dressed with a towel covering its waist and legs. Hot water splashes onto the SCP-7255-1 instance.) SCP-7255-16: Ah, perkele!Finnish expletive. Doesn't have an accurate translation. Lacroix: (Taking a seat.) Jesus christ. This place is hotter than last time I came. (The instance notices Lacroix, and drops the spoon on a hook.) SCP-7255-16: …yes, indeed. This one has good löyly,sauna steam, I see? Lacroix: Yeah. The walls make it really cozy. My father used to own a sauna when he was living in Kiruna.2 (Short pause. SCP-7255-16 approaches a bottle of beer and pops it open, before sipping on it. As it doesn't have a mouth, the beer drips from its chin.) Lacroix: Do many people frequent this place? SCP-7255-16: Who doesn't love saunoja?sauna culture? Lacroix: I mean this specific sauna. SCP-7255-16: Ah, joo. Many people enter this sauna. Lacroix: Well, it seems to be empty. (The SCP-7255-1 instance stares at a trapdoor on the floor. Lacroix proceeds to open it, revealing another sauna under the one she's in. A blond, humanoid figure resembling Dr. William Wettle, dressed as an elf, can be seen playing the kantele before Lacroix closes the door and a crash is heard.) Lacroix: Yikes. So this place is infinite? SCP-7255-16: No, no. Just when this cabin gets too full, people go to other floors. Lacroix: I don't see people in this part though. SCP-7255-16: Open the door again. (Lacroix proceeds to open the trapdoor once again. A waiter and the Abrahamic God can be seen fighting over an overcooked salmon. She closes the door.) Lacroix: Okay. That makes more sense. (Silence.) Lacroix: Oh, by the way. I work for a Swedish newspaper and we don't see many of these things in our day-to-day. Is it fine if I ask you some questions? SCP-7255-16: Sure, yes. (Lacroix smiles before sipping on her soda.) Lacroix: Alright, nice. (Lacroix pulls a sketchbook and a pen from her pocket.) Lacroix: So, do you have a name? SCP-7255-16: Ah, yes. Sakari Joosimaaripöllönen. Lacroix: Wow, that's a long one. SCP-7255-16: Joo. Not my father's name though. Lacroix: Hm. What city are you from? (SCP-7255-16 pours more water and sips from his beer.) SCP-7255-16: Rooma. Lacroix: (Writing on her notebook and raising her eyebrows, surprised.) Wow. That's quite far from Helsinki. Are your parents Finnish or anything? SCP-7255-16: Millainen kysymys tuo on?What kind of question is that? Isn't Rooma the pääkaupunkicapital of Suomi in your world? Lacroix: I, uh- No. (SCP-7255-16 scratches his head, confused.) SCP-7255-16: Weird. Lacroix: Anyway. Can you tell me about your world? It's quite new to us this thing of new worlds, you know. SCP-7255-16: (Quietly.) Uh, yes. Rooma is very beautiful. Always full of snow. No venäläinenrussian has ever jumped its stone walls either, so it's very safe and it's a paradise for many Finnish. Also very good people, but too many struggles with the economy. Always at war, but always winning. Making the best for the future generations. Lacroix: Oh, damn. Do many of your people die in these wars? It's just… SCP-7255-16: No, not always. I died on a war against the mursut.walruses. Walrus declared war against Ryti's government, they recently took control of Petsamo. Not good, too many people are dying. They got powerful weapons. Lacroix: Yikes. Fangs must be painful. SCP-7255-16: Yes, but I died by sniper walrus. Not as painful as you'd th- (SCP-7255-16 notices Lacroix's earpiece, which is labeled with the SCP Foundation logo. It picks up its beer bottle, and sips from it.) Lacroix: Is anything wrong? SCP-7255-16: (Rubbing the sweat off his head.) I, uh… Ei, no. You just got me thinking. Lacroix: Is the sauna too hot? We can keep talking in the changing rooms. SCP-7255-16: No, no. It's okay. Do you have the hour? A clock or anything? Lacroix: (Checking her wristwatch.) It's 4:24. SCP-7255-16: Oh, my bad. Boss tells me I need to get back to work by 4:35. Sorry. Lacroix: Ah, alright. Wait. Is it fine if we can meet later to keep talking? (SCP-7255-16 pours more water, then stands up with beer bottle.) SCP-7255-16: No, sorry. I'm busy today. Lacroix: Wait, wait. What about tomorrow? Or Sunday? (The SCP-7255-1 instance nods, before walking towards the door.) SCP-7255-16: I don't think I can. I work at Heaven's borders and I must make sure nobody jumps the wall. Schedule is full. Anteeksi,Pardon, miss. I'm truly sorry. Lacroix: Wait, wai- (SCP-7255-16 leaves through the door. As Lacroix exits SCP-7255 to approach the instance, it is nowhere to be seen.) Lacroix: Merde. (She walks inside, and returns to the cabin.) [END LOG] Addendum 7255.3: INTERVIEW LOG — 16.01.2017 After SCP-7255-16 left the anomaly, Lacroix returned to the sauna and waited 8 minutes before another SCP-7255-1 instance, this time taking the form of a bronze-painted automaton, walked onto the cabin. The following is a log of the interview between SCP-7255-23 and Rsr. Lacroix. DATE: 16/1/2017 INTERVIEWER: Rsr. Abigail Lacroix LOCATION: SCP-7255 [BEGIN LOG] (Lacroix enters the sauna once more. This time, the security camera is positioned on the table on which the piggy bank stands, staring at Lacroix. The piggy bank is now captioned with the words 'PAY NOW. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DEALING WITH.' Lacroix ignores the camera and proceeds into the cabin.) (She sits at the end of the bench, and begins drawing sketches on her notebook. SCP-7255-23, who is wearing a black fedora, a pair of glasses and a cigar,3 enters the cabin and sits next to her.) SCP-7255-23: Nice evening right there, ya, matey? Lacroix: (Rising her head to stare at the instance.) Oh, hey. Are you talking to me? SCP-7255-23: You got it right. It's pretty hot in here, ain't it? Lacroix: Yeah, pretty much. (Extending her arm.) Name's Ariadne Mansfield. SCP-7255-23: (Shaking Lacroix's hand.) Samuel C. Parsley. Rooks call me Keynes at Sydney's, for some reason. Lacroix: Oh, you're Australian? My great-grandfather was from Perth. SCP-7255-23: Ah, ya. I'm a deacon at the Sydney Campus Parish. Lacroix: (Smiling.) That's good to hear! I baptized myself at Saint Paul's Cathedral as a child. (Silence. Lacroix sips from her soda. She relaxes her arms before looking at SCP-7255-23 once again.) Lacroix: I'm a journalist for a Surrey newspaper. I like covering all sorts of stuff. SCP-7255-23: Ah, journalists. Always abiding by the truth. We need more people like you in the world. Lacroix: I'm amused. (Lacroix clicks her pen and opens her sketchbook.) Lacroix: You seem to be a pretty honest man, Jacob. I haven't seen somebody like you for a while. Is it fine if I ask you some questions about what you think about society? SCP-7255-23: Absolutely, madam. I'm all ears. Lacroix: Alright then! So, you said you're a deacon, right? SCP-7255-23: For sure I am. Lacroix: What do you think about all the evil guys and… Wrongdoers, I guess, in society? SCP-7255-23: Ah, these roughnecks. Always doing wrong to others and themselves. (Silence.) SCP-7255-23: Had they not heard the words of Saint Bumaro and his many Apostles, they'd be just as broken and wicked as the Flesh below. And they certainly are! But they're not as hard to repair, absolutely not. They understand their errors and wrongdoings, so I help them repair themselves from their sins. I certainly try. They could do better though. (Lacroix writes on her booklet. Her earpiece buzzes.) Lacroix: That's a nice philosophy. What do you think about, uh… SCP-7255-23: Yes? Lacroix: The current political order, you know. SCP-7255-23: Ah, the order. Praise the MEKHANE. Always blessing us with prosperity and progress. It's perfect as it currently is, in my opinion. Except for those vile sarkics, always spreading their populist propaganda. It's a cancer to our system. Lacroix: Huh. Alright. Can I have a bit of insight as to how the religious system works? You praise the MEKHANE, right? SCP-7255-23: Yes, I do. Don't you? Lacroix: I- Yes, yes. It's just… I'm not sure how the ecclesiastical hierarchy works per se. (Silence. Lacroix's earpiece buzzes once again. She removes it and saves it on her pocket.) Lacroix: Jesus Christ. I'm gonna end up deafened by tinnitus if I- (The earpiece suddenly flies towards SCP-7255-23's eye, presumably due to the anomaly containing a magnet of sorts. The earpiece grows in volume immediately and a man, later revealed to be Lacroix's coworker Dr. Leinnes, speaks up.) Leinnes: Hey Abbie. Are you still doing field w- (Lacroix picks the earpiece from SCP-7255-23's eye, and runs towards the door, before picking her things and leaving.) [END LOG] Following this occurrence, Rsr. Lacroix didn't return to SCP-7255 until the following day, when Dir. Riikonen instructed her to enter the anomaly once more to gather more information. Addendum 7255.4: INTERVIEW LOG — 17.01.2017 The following day, at 1600 hours GMT+3, Lacroix drove to SCP-7255's location to interview another SCP-7255-1 instance once again. Before entering the cabin, Lacroix reported seeing 4 humanoid figures at the lake's dock, recording the sauna from a camera while dialoguing. DATE: 17/1/2017 INTERVIEWER: Rsr. Abigail Lacroix LOCATION: SCP-7255 [BEGIN LOG] (Lacroix enters the sauna. This time, a crude sketch of a Glock-17 handgun has been drawn onto the piggy bank, and there are 5 security cameras staring at Lacroix from the ceiling. The piggy bank is now labeled with the words 'PAY. NOW.' Lacroix ignores the piggybank and proceeds forward.) (Inside, a humanoid figure made of smoke, wearing a shirt made of blue and yellow fractals, can be seen.) Lacroix: Uh… Hey. (The SCP-7255-1 instance stares at Lacroix. Its shirt begins speaking.) SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: I'm sorry, he can't talk. SCP-7255-29: …whoosh. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Well, he can. But he can't say anything aside from that. Lacroix: Oh, alright. (Silence.) Lacroix: What are you guys doing in a sauna? Shouldn't you be incorporated to the steam? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Nah. We work differently. SCP-7255-29: …whoosh. Lacroix: Yikes. I, uh- (SCP-7255-29 pours more water onto the stove.) Lacroix: I work for a newspaper and we don't see many people like you around everyday. (Silence.) SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Sure, but I need you to answer a question first. Lacroix: Mhm? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Got a cigarette on ya? Lacroix: Oh, nope. I'm not a smoker. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Damn. Vape? Anything that my boy can consume aside from water steam and löyly? Lacroix: No. Apologies. (SCP-7255-29 keeps pouring water.) Lacroix: I'm sorry if that sounded harsh. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Nah, it's okay. Just ask whatever you need. A cloud's got all of the time on this world. Lacroix: Oh, uh. (Pulling out her booklet.) Where do you guys come from? SCP-7255-29: …whoosh. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: M'boy was born in a factory by the Thames, but he decided to go with the wind to find better skies in Scandinavia. Lacroix: Is that the reason he can only make wind noises? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: You could say so. He took so many habits from the wind. I met him at a Prague lingerie actually. Lacroix: That sounds nice. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Yeah, we're like brothers in arms. He takes me everywhere and I talk for him. (Silence.) SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Look, I know why you're here. I know you don't work for a newspaper. Lacroix: What do y- SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Please, don't shit me. You are with those guys who always keep asking for bucks in the dressing room, right? The Finnish ones? (Silence. Lacroix is visibly confused.) Lacroix: Are they… SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Dude, you've got an earpiece. It's obvious. (More silence.) Lacroix: Okay, I may have lied there. But I don't work for any Finnish agency or whatever. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Right. So you are not with the bluemasks. Do you pay? Lacroix: Pay what? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: The entrance. The 2€ per entrance. (Lacroix sighs.) Lacroix: No. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Just pay it next time. These guys aren't friendly for shit. (Short pause.) SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Now you can keep asking me questions. Make it quick. (Silence.) (Lacroix frowns.) Lacroix: Uh… What do you know about this place? I've been asking everyone things about their homelands and that, but I've never really managed to ask about this sauna in specific. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: All I know is that it was built sometime in the 1940s after the Finnish government wanted people and things like us to help their cause against the Soviets. Apparently some crazy-ass organization called the Obskurakorps really did a good job, but couldn't get us into their dimension. It was fucking mad how they created this. Lacroix: Right. And what do you know about these guys? The ones that 'stand in the changing room'? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Oh, ya. The bluemasks. They're with the Finnish government, and some other shady agency that I don't know about. The Fundamentum or something. Lacroix: And the trapdoor in the floor? SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: Same shit. Obskurakorps tried getting some other random guys into supporting the Finns' cause, but couldn't. That's all I know, lady. (Lacroix writes on her notebook.) Lacroix: Alright. I don't think I have much else to ask. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: All fine. (Lacroix stands up and walks towards the door.) Lacroix: Okay. Thank you for the information. SCP-7255-29-SHIRT: No problem. (Lacroix leaves the cabin, puts on her clothes, and exits SCP-7255. The men in the background have disappeared.) Addendum 7255.5: INTERVIEW LOG — 18.01.2017 On the early morning of January 18th, 2017, Lacroix was dispatched once again to interrogate yet another SCP-7255-1 instance. The following log is a recording of the interview that took place: DATE: 18/1/2017 INTERVIEWER: Rsr. Abigail Lacroix LOCATION: SCP-7255 [BEGIN LOG] (Lacroix leaves her coat on the hook. She glances at the piggybank for a while, but instead of paying, she simply proceeds forward into the cabin. An SCP-7255-1 instance is waiting inside, pouring water on the stove. Lacroix takes a seat, and pulls a booklet and a pen from her pocket.) Lacroix: Hey. (The instance reacts with surprise, dropping the spoon. It looks at Lacroix and waves its arms.) SCP-7255-34: Bah! Terve!Hello! Lacroix: Is it fine if i can ask you some questions? SCP-7255-34: I… Joo. Yes, of course. Indeed. Sauna session is always a good time to talk with strangers. A saunailtaSauna night. is better, but yes. Lacroix: Alright, alright. So… (A crash is heard as the cabin's door is open wide, revealing a group of 4 men dressed in white and blue riot gear and gas masks.) Unidentified Assailant 1: Tuolla hän on!There she is! (Three of the assailants reach out to Lacroix and put a sack on her head before tying up her hands with a rope. Lacroix screams. The instance stands up.) SCP-7255-34: Keitä te olette?Who are you? Unidentified Assailant 2: Ei kuulu sinulle. Heitä lisää löylyä.Not your problem. Keep making steam. (Silence. SCP-7255-34 instance shrugs, and keeps pouring water. The assailants escort Lacroix out of SCP-7255 before leaving.) [END LOG] Addendum 7255.6: VIDEO LOG — 18.01.2017 Following Lacroix's extraction by the unidentified assailants, the camera continued recording for 16 minutes under her sack, before revealing that she, along with the assailants, were mounted on a boat at a nearby lake. The following is a recording of Lacroix's conversation with the assailants. DATE: 18/1/2017 INTERVIEWER: Unknown LOCATION: Unknown [BEGIN LOG] (The flowing of water can be heard in the background. The camera is pitchblack.) (After several minutes of silence and flowing, a plopping sound can be heard in the background. The assailants are heard speaking in Finnish, although the conversation is so fast that it becomes almost incomprehensible.) (An assailant removes Lacroix's sack from her head. One of the assailants is fishing, whereas the others are either drinking beer through a hole in their masks or staring at Lacroix.) Unidentified Assailant 2: Hyvä.Good. Unidentified Assailant 3: Puhutko suomea?Do you speak Finnish? (Short pause.) Lacroix: Uh… Unidentified Assailant 1: Okay, not Finnish. Unidentified Assailant 2: What's up with the camera? (Lacroix squints.) Lacroix: I, uh… I was going to interview that guy. Unidentified Assailant 1: At a sauna? Unidentified Assailant 2: Ah. Saatana.Finnish expletive that can be translated as 'Satan' or 'Hell'. (Lacroix frowns, looking at her surroundings before staring at the assailants.) Lacroix: What the fuck are we doing in the middle of a lake? And who are you? Unidentified Assailant 1: That doesn't matter. You're in our territory. You talk in here. Lacroix: What is that supposed to mean? Unidentified Assailant 3: Gokke.Gock. (Silence. Lacroix stares directly at Unidentified Assailant 3, and laughs.) Lacroix: Oh, jesus christ. Are you… Unidentified Assailant 1: No. Lacroix: Okay, so you're accusing me of being with- Unidentified Assailant 2: Yes. (Silence.) Unidentified Assailant 1: Alright, let's cut the crap. Where is the bread basket? Lacroix: The what? Unidentified Assailant 1: The Molotov. Lacroix: I don't have a Molotov cocktail. And I'm not with the goddamn GOC. (Silence. The fishing assailant reels his rod and pulls a fish from the water, before staring back at the interrogating assailants.) Unidentified Assailant 4: Hei, hei! Sain juuri valtavan saaliin!Yo, hey! I just caught a huge one! (The entire crew claps, except Lacroix, who is handtied.) Lacroix: Who even are you guys in the first place? Unidentified Assailant 1: The Finnish police. Lacroix: How do you kn- Unidentified Assailant 2: That doesn't matter. Aside from sparking some suspicious activity, you're here because you haven't paid to enter the sauna, in the first place. Unidentified Assailant 3: Kaksi euroa.Two euros. (Lacroix lowers her head and moans angrily.) Lacroix: Oh my fucking god. They're… They're in my pocket. Just grab them and let me go. And I'm not a gock, for God's sake. (Unidentified Assailant 3 grabs a pair of euros from Lacroix's pocket, and puts them on his wallet. He sits back.) (Silence.) (The fishing assailant turns back and stares at Unidentified Assailant 2.) Unidentified Assailant 4: Jaakko. Why are we interviewing a boxer again? Unidentified Assailant 2: Wait. (The entire crew stares at Lacroix.) Unidentified Assailant 2: Oh, shit. You are Foundation? (Silence. Lacroix's face turns angry.) Unidentified Assailant 2: Risto. Ota kirjoituskone heti esiin! Perkele!Take the typewriter immediately! Perkele! (Unidentified Assailant 3 pulls a typewriter from his backpack, and begins writing a letter.) Unidentified Assailant 2: We apologize for the inconveniences, lady. Unidentified Assailant 1: (Grabbing a pair of rows.) We'll get you back immediately. (Lacroix stares silently with an angry smirk. Unidentified Assailant 1 begins rowing, and the remainder of the crew keeps dialoguing, fishing, and drinking beer.) (Lacroix lies down on her bench.) [END LOG] Once the assailants reached the coast, Lacroix was untied and driven by the assailants to Site-358, located 23 kilometers south of Riihimäki. One of the assailants proceeded to leave a basket of vanilla-dressed pulla on the facility's entrance, before leaving with the remainder of the crew. The pulla was non-anomalous, although the flavor was notably duller than that of other pulla. Addendum 7255.7: COMMUNICATIONS LOG — 19.01.2017 — — — — — WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/S358 CLASSIFIED. PLEASE CONFIRM YOUR CREDENTIALS BEFORE PROCEEDING. — — — — — ▼ Click to Confirm Credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ One day after the events of Addendum 7255.3, Site-358 Director Kalevi Riikonen received a letter from GoI-358 ("The Abnormal Interaction Command"), Finland's national AnResp4 agency.5 Below, a transcription of the letter has been included. Dear Kaleevi, I'd like to apologize for my people's negligence when it came to treating one of yours in Riihimäki. We weren't sure of who we were dealing with, but I am sure you know why they thought it was the right choice. My people want to ensure neutrality and peace, and so do you and your people. So we thought an indemnity and an apology would be good as compensation. Please understand that both of us have a mutual agreement: you want to protect the Veil and we just want to ensure the best for whatever steps in our land. If every person in Heaven wants to come down to Riihimäki to enjoy some of that good löyly at night or clean their God-blessed skin with a pair of vihdat, we're fine with that, and we'll always welcome them to enjoy a good beer with whoever is in that sauna. But we also consider your mission to be noble. We know what could happen if people knew of the wonders behind the curtain that you sew everyday. So, you know who you let in, and we set the conditions for whoever goes in, except for you. You're the boss. Best way to define that sauna is like a disco. I would love to enter a disco sauna. We only want to charge whoever comes in, if you ever let anybody, to pay to enter that sauna. I should've talked to you before any of this could happen. As I said, an indemnity is the best way to settle things! So, my friends let you a basket of pulla yesterday and I've let you five euros in this letter's envelope, so you could pay back your researcher the money we took from her inadvertedly. But please, let us know next time you get one of yours to deal with some of these 'anomalies'. For our good, for yours, for Suomi. And if you can, please let us know who is in the GOC. We'll deal with it better. I wish we could improve our relationships and alliances. I truly do. There's so many things that we do in Finland, and so do you, but we never get to talk more than we should. So, whenever you aren't busy, I'd like to invite you to a coffee at my home in Tampere and have a chat. Yours truly, SETK General Director Máhtte Marin Footnotes 1. Otherwise known as a sauna stove. 2. Dr. Lacroix's father has never lived in Sweden. 3. Despite not having a mouth. 4. Anomaly Response. 5. In Finnish, the agency is officially called the 'Suomen Epänormaalien Toimienkomento', otherwise known as SETK or 'Finnish Abnormal Operations Command'. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7255" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7255. 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SCP-7257 | safe | SCP-7257 pre-extraction. Item #: 7257 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7257 is to be held in a standard containment chamber at Site-275. All personnel entering SCP-7257's immediate proximity are to be equipped with HATs1 to ensure the preservation of their personal human identity and sense of self worth. Description: SCP-7257 is a metallic cube that was extracted from the bottom of the Antarctic Ocean approximately 700 kilometers from New Zealand's southern coast. Following a thorough cleaning procedure, SCP-7257 was revealed to have sides measuring exactly 2.5 meters in length, though all attempts to discern the material composition of the object have proven inconclusive. SCP-7257's primary anomalous effect manifests as a memetic signal continuously transmitted from its exterior surface. This effect's intensity is inversely proportional to the subject's distance from the object, gradating from slight numbness paired with a sense of vague yearning, to writhing convulsions exacerbated by an aggressive distension of the subject's psyche from their human identity. Notably, though the exact active range of the object remains unknown, incidences of Site-275 staff reporting uncomfortable "wiggliness" remain dramatically outside of the acceptable statistical range. Incident 7257.1: During a test aimed at analyzing the resonant properties of SCP-7257, Researcher Ian Twiss was instructed to strike SCP-7257 with a tuning fork. This caused SCP-7257 to emit a low hum, which gradually increased in pitch and volume to near deafening levels before stabilizing momentarily. The object then emanated a luminescent beam from its upward facing side which pierced through the roof of the containment chamber and struck the cloud-cover of the sky above, creating the impression of a "very square octopus" or "squiddy thing" in the intersection. Further resonance tests have been suspended pending an investigation into SCP-7257's luminescent properties.2 SCP-7257-1 pre-emergence. Incident 7257.2: The corpse of a colossal squid on display in the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa was observed breaching its display unit before spilling out into the room and flailing aimlessly for a short period. The object then went dormant for 13 minutes before its outer flesh started sloughing away and amassing in an approximately humanoid-shaped figure. This figure then separated itself from the carcass, landing in a heap of flesh due to a lack of bones, and called out to onlookers in a then unidentified language. Foundation operatives working within the museum rapidly contained both the squid carcass3 and the mound, later classified SCP-7257-1, which operatives specifically note "wailed from every orifice" until being relocated to a small glass tank. As attempts to communicate with SCP-7257-1 following the event were hampered by both its amorphous physical state and an apparent language barrier, no initial interrogation could be conducted. Incident 7257.3: Exactly one week following Incident 7257.1, SCP-7257's memetic radius rapidly increased in size, encompassing Site-275 and incapacitating approximately one third of staff before evacuation protocol could be initiated. Due to limited HAT supply during evacuation a large number of personnel escaped with partial exposure to the object, suffering effects such as: diminished or lost speech, extreme thirst, numbness, yearning, loss of limb function, and in a small number of cases, gaining a compulsion to tightly grasp various geometric objects. Following the event, recovered HATs were utilized to rescue staff and reaffirm the containment of Site-275's anomalous inventory. Increasing interference from SCP-7257 soon bypassed the countermemetic effect of these devices, introducing unacceptable risk to further excursion attempts and postponing Site recapture until a method of reducing SCP-7257's influence could be discerned. Incident 7257.4: After a brief investigation, SCP-7257-1 was found to be speaking basic Ämärangnä.4 A protracted question and answer session facilitated by Researcher Ian Twiss's rudimentary knowledge of the language provided the following insights: Question Answer "Who are you?" "I am squid." "You appear to be a human right now. Why is this?" "Easier to talk. Looking for boyfriend." "Why did you create a body with no bones then?" "Forgot how to bone. Where is boyfriend?" "Why did you come out now? "No talk without boyfriend." "How did you get into the squid?" "No talk without boyfriend. Bring me to him." "If we bring you your boyfriend, will you answer more questions?" "No talk without boyfriend." "How will we know it's your boyfriend?" "You will know." "Where can we find him?" "In water." "What does he look like?" "Cube." Incident 7257.5: Due to the information uncovered in Incident 7257.4 and spurred by an insistence of SCP-7257's sapience and relationship with SCP-7257-1, it was decided that SCP-7257-1 should be exposed to SCP-7257 to attempt to dampen its anomalous effects and allow for the recapture of Site-275. Due to the subject's lack of bones and a professed inability to fleshcraft itself further, Ian Twiss, who remained the only accessible personnel capable of communicating with the object, was assigned to act as its escort to the cube. His account is as follows. It wasn't a super high tech ordeal, really. They gave me one of those HATs, strapped a tank of flesh to my back, and told me to get in, get out, no big deal, good luck. I really didn't see how it could go wrong, so I was optimistic. I'd worked on the object before it started getting weirder, meaning I actually knew where I was going, mostly, navigating the place. It was just a matter of walking through those familiar, though empty, mazes of pristine hallways —letting everything blur together a bit— and waiting until I noticed anything worth stopping for. A good chunk of that empty time passed before I finally saw something out of the ordinary. A victim. He was laying there, curled up in a ball, half conscious and muttering nonsense to himself. The agents had told me to ignore anyone I found on the way in: "Can't risk losing your HAT" they said, but I thought just sliding the guy a bit further away from the object wouldn't hurt too much. Of course, just as I tried to pull him out of whatever trance he was in, he looks at me and just screams. I jumped a bit, letting go of him, but all he did was lay there desperately craning his neck back in the other direction, twisting his head and shouting stuff like "I NEED HIM!" "I AM BROKEN!" "I AM INFERIOR!" but otherwise staying completely limp. I pushed him back to where he was —that calmed him down a bit— then carried on on my way. Over the next 30 minutes or so I passed more and more of those sort of staff members. Unable to move one way or another, but all desperately reaching the same way I was going. The puddle man was starting to shake a bit, restless probably. That wasn't really a problem though, not exactly. I mean, there really weren't any big issues until I got to Sector B. So yeah. The frequency of incapacitated staff kept going up and up until they started doing some strange things. More and more often, it would seem like they were trying to move —but not with their legs or arms, no— like a worm, wriggling and writhing in place. I'd just assumed that they were getting nowhere fast, but then I rounded a corner and saw a pile of them blocking the way from Sector C to Sector B. Not just a small pile up, like something I could step over even, but just a wall of people, back to back, skin to skin, filling the entire corridor and blocking it off completely. That one hallway. The only way to 7257. I give my thanks to whoever designed Site-275 for their prospering genius. There were two options then. Try and push my way through the wall and risk losing the HAT, or dig. I liked the second option better —marginally— so I got to work pushing on body after writhing, screaming, gibberish chanting, desperately resisting, body. Fighting them out of the blockage one after one as the flesh being in the tank on my back slowly got jittery, then restless, starting to shake and shake, as I kept fighting down body after body after body after body, yet… No progress. Well… I'd made a noticeable dent in the mass, but I still couldn't get a read on how deep it was. It had been hours, hours of working away at this one impasse, covered in sweat, and not just my sweat, digging, all while the flesh man wouldn't stop FUCKING shaking. I was tired, I was frustrated, and I was done. No more. I sat down to rest, and seeing it was stopping me from finding any meagre sense of comfort, turned to detach the tank from my back. That was when it erupted. I buckled as my center of mass rapidly shifted, falling forward as the flesh man leapt out of his tank. I winced, hearing a clatter as the HAT tumbled from my head, hitting the floor and breaking immediately on impact. As I scrambled for the pieces, I saw the flesh man oozing into the pile of writhing bodies, blubbering jubilantly and sprouting limb after limb, tentacle after tentacle, before disappearing into the mound. I tried to run after him but I fell to the ground. I could feel it breaking in. Pulsing. Beating away my panic, and the noise, and the bodies. Pushing it all away and making space for one thought. "Wiggle." Wiggle, and find Him. I could feel Him nearby in the heart of the site. He was close. He needed me and I needed Him, but my bones were weak and useless and my body was subpar and all I could do was wiggle and wiggle and push. I drove my head into the other bodies, diving into them as I wiggled more, driven by the thought of holding Him and knowing Him and meeting Him again, because we need each other and we need each other to feel right, and whole, and perfect again in our subpar horrible bodies, but all we can do is wiggle and wiggle and wiggle and wiggle. Wiggle. For minutes, hours, however long it takes to get to you. And wiggle. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It's been so long since I felt your touch. Just wiggle. I've not felt whole for all this time. I've wasted away, rusted, became everything I wasn't, degraded my already worthless body, waiting for the perfection that is you. You. Please. I need you. Now. I need you please. Desperately. I need you- [Twiss is interrupted and given a moment to calm down.] Yep. Sorry. Alright… After an eternity I found His chamber. The center of everything, the center of my— no. I looked up from the piles of other staff, all wriggling together desperately reaching for his glory. Reaching, but unable to find him, meagre tentacles compared to His one and only. He was massive. He was perfect. He was everything I'd ever dreamed to be, and he was hugging Him tight. So so tight. Tighter than I ever could, but I didn't need to anymore because He was and it was perfect and good and the world was whole again. Together again, at last. My vision faded as the glee overtook every facet of my being. I woke up in the recovery wing. Here I am now, just 3 months later. Addendum 7257.1: Following Incident 7257.5, SCP-7257's containment chamber has been augmented to mimic the conditions of the deep sea. SCP-7257-1 has also been allowed to reside with SCP-7257 to mitigate further outbursts, given it remains in active communication with site staff. Implementation of these changes have succeeded in reducing SCP-7257's active radius to negligible levels, though personnel have thus far refrained from questioning the pair in depth as to not interrupt the "very intimate exchanges" that have been common in the months following their reunion. Incident 7257.6: One month following Incident 7257-4, during a session of his mandated reorientation therapy involving a tuning fork, Researcher Ian Twiss was observed to become suddenly lucid, grasping the object and exiting the recovery wing. Twiss then utilized his elevated Site-wide clearance5 to enter the SCP-7257 observation deck, where he raised the fork to the glass, and asked: "Why this?" Cameras then observed SCP-7257-1 wrapping a tentacle around SCP-7257 before answering, eliciting a sudden spike in SCP-7257's memetic signal output which caused Twiss to collapse. Moments later, he then began to contort, eventually arranging his body and limbs into a cubic form which he remained in until medical staff arrived to intervene.6 After a lengthy debate on the proper translation of the entity's response, International translators have agreed on the following interpretation: "Boyfriend hate sound of his voice. Need big strong squid for comfort." No further incidences have occurred. « SCP-7256 | SCP-7257 | SCP-7258 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7257" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7257. 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: MRSQUID Name: Colossal squid in Te Papa.jpg Author: Scotted400 License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Colossal_squid_in_Te_Papa.jpg Filename: MRCUBE Name: Metal block with coral Dry Tortugas 20100629.jpg Author: Jstuby License: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Metal_block_with_coral_Dry_Tortugas_20100629.jpg Footnotes 1. Humanity Assertion Transmitters. 2. Any and all requests to "fire the Squid Signal" are to be refused, with their originators censured for improper conduct. 3. Now inert. 4. A language historically spoken by some Nälkä. 5. Pending revocation at the time. 6. Twiss has expressed incredulity at this feat, noting "I didn't know legs could even move like that." |
SCP-7258 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7258 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-7258 should be monitored closely for any signs of unusual seismic activity or abnormal weather patterns as well as the presence of any wildlife not currently native to the surrounding area. A response team composed of members of MTF Whiskey-9 “Beholders” should remain on standby in the event of a containment breach. If any personnel observing the edge of the cornfield see what appears to be a scarecrow peeking through the corn stalks, they should alert the nearest containment specialist immediately and initiate lockdown protocols. SCP-7258, entry point. Description: SCP-7258 is a cornfield located in ██████████, Kansas, occupying approximately 198 acres of land. Site-KA-7258 currently contains SCP-7258. Pictures captured from Foundation satellites and drones show no structures present in the cornfield, though on occasion a scarecrow-like figure can be seen in seemingly random locations. Individuals entering the cornfield will not appear on any imaging software, appearing to be lost in the denseness of the corn stalks. Any attempts to cut, burn, or otherwise destroy the corn stalk have proven ineffective as the stalks prove resilient to all methods tested so far. Upon entering the cornfield from any direction, individuals will manifest in an alternate version of the cornfield. Exploration of the cornfield revealed the interior to be a spatial anomaly, Foundation exploration operations found no perceivable end to the rows of corn. SCP-7258 possesses the ability to generate earthquakes that have been recorded to measure up to an eight on the Richter scale. It is unknown if these occur randomly or based on a pattern, but they have been observed to happen up to three times in succession. During the exploration of SCP-7258, the Foundation discovered a clearing. Cross-comparing footage has shown there to be inconsistencies with the appearance of the clearing, the initial exploration lasting over an hour before the clearing was reached, while MTF teams sent in to record data have reached it in less than forty minutes. There is a hole present in the clearing, theorized to be at least forty meters deep according to footage recovered from MTF Whiskey-9 Private Richard Lambert during Whiskey-9’s exploration into SCP-7258. Exploration Logs: Numerous expeditions have been made into SCP-7258 with varying degrees of success. Expedition Log #1 Expedition Log #2 Expedition Log #3 Expedition Log #4 A Foundation Unmanned Ground Vehicle (UGV) carrying camera equipment transmitting to the outside of the cornfield was dispatched into SCP-7258 in an attempt to map the interior out for future, manned expeditions. The following is a transcription of the video log received by Foundation researchers. BEGIN VIDEO [0.00.09] The camera turns on. The UGV is surrounded by corn stalks, and anything beyond a foot in front of the camera is obscured by corn. [00.00.14] The UGV begins moving forward. The corn stalks part in its wake and nothing can be discerned beyond more corn. [00.04.19] The UGV appears to bump into something. Foundation researchers controlling the UGV pivot the camera upwards. Through the stalks of corn, the head of a scarecrow is visible. It resembles a burlap bag, with holes cut roughly in the shape of eyes and a mouth. It remains facing forward. [00.04.27] The head tilts downwards to face the camera. The scarecrow recedes quickly back into the corn. The UGV resumes moving forward. [01.27.12] The UGV enters a clearing. More corn surrounds the clearing in a circle. The sky is clear, reflecting the outside weather seen when the UGV was initially sent into SCP-7258, rather than the current weather outside of SCP-7258. In the center of the clearing, a large sinkhole is visible, the earth around it dry and cracked. [01.27.31] Screaming is heard, seemingly emanating from the hole. The UGV attempts to move closer but is stopped by an unknown force. The camera is jerked 180 degrees. The camera faces the scarecrow seen earlier. The holes in the burlap bag have changed. The mouth is contorted into a grimace, while the eyes appear angry. [01.27.38] Scarecrow Entity: Get out. CONNECTION LOST Four hours after the connection to the UGV was lost, Foundation researchers picked up the UGV video transmission once again. The video was shrouded in complete darkness, and a chorus of screams was heard. Twenty seconds after it was received, the connection was once again lost. A second UGV was sent into the cornfield, identical to the previous. The following is a transcription of the video log received by Foundation researchers. BEGIN VIDEO [0.00.07] The camera turns on. The UGV begins moving through the corn. [0.00.45] The UGV stops, bumping into something obscured by the corn stalks. Intense rustling is heard all around the UGV. It stops. From behind, a voice identical to that of the scarecrow entity encountered in the previous exploration is heard. [0.00.51] Scarecrow Entity: I already told you, stay out. CONNECTION LOST No further transmissions from the UGV were received by Foundation researchers. The Foundation research site stationed around SCP-7258 promptly experienced several abnormal earthquakes measuring a 6.3 on the Richter Scale1. Following the first two exploration attempts, a D-Class test subject was sent in to explore SCP-7258 and report his findings. They were equipped with standard video equipment. D-8164 was not made aware of the presence of the scarecrow entity, only the nature of SCP-7258 and the presence of the clearing. BEGIN VIDEO (The camera turns on. D-8164 is holding the camera, looking into the lens. They are surrounded by corn stalks, nothing visible beyond the immediate area. D-8164 is grimacing.) D-8164: Is this thing on? Jesus, how do you work this thing? Dr. Calkins: Yes, D-8164, it is indeed on. Please begin walking. Report anything unusual. D-8164: Alright. (D-8164 attaches the camera to the front of their jumpsuit, and begins wading through the corn stalks. Eventually, a rustling is heard near D-8164.) D-8164: Uh, doc? It sounds like something’s in here with me. It's right next to me! What-! (The video feed cuts, but audio is still present. D-8164 stops mid-sentence and begins screaming, and the rustling heard before is amplified and seems to be surrounding the microphone. Maniacal laughter of an unknown origin is heard. The laughter begins to grow faint, and intense rustling and footsteps are heard. D-8164 is panting.) Dr. Calkins: D-8164! D-8164 report! What's happening? (D-8164 does not respond.) Dr. Calkins: D-8164, report immediately! What the hell is going on? D-8164: I’m here doc. Had to (panting) get away from that thing. That- Dr. Calkins: What thing?! What happened? D-8164: (Panting) Looked like a scarecrow. I nearly bumped into the thing. (Panting) It started moving all around me, tried to grab me, I think. Started laughing too. Scared the shit out of me. Dr. Calkins: Are you injured? D-8164: No, I’m fine. I think. My head hurts a lot, but I’m (Panting) fine. Lord, get me out of here. Dr. Calkins: Absolutely not, continue walking. Once you find the clearing, we’ll pull you out. You just need to keep walking. What happened to the video feed? I’m not getting anything from your camera. D-8164: I don’t (Panting) know. I’ll see if I can get it back on. (D-8164 is heard detaching the camera from their jumpsuit. They fiddle with it momentarily.) D-8164: No good. Guess audio will have to do. I’ll start walking now. (Around thirty minutes passes. Only the rustling of corn and D-8164’s labored breathing is heard.) D-8164: Wait. Hold on. What is-? Oh, you son of a bitch. Dr. Calkins: What? What is it? D-8164: There’s some sort of wreckage here. Looks like some sort of vehicle. You sent this in here? You left it here, so that means you probably can’t get it out. So that means I’m not getting out. You-! (There is a sudden sharp scream from D-8164. Rustling is suddenly heard all around D-8164. The laughter from earlier picks up again. D-8164 screams, but this time it seems to be out of pain instead of fear.) Dr. Calkins: D-8164? What’s going-!? (The camera turns back on. The scarecrow is visible, taking up the entire frame. The burlap bag on its face displays a wide grin. Maniacal laughter pervades the audio track. The scarecrow is covered in blood and viscera.) Dr. Calkins: My… god. VIDEO END A four-man exploration team composed of members of MTF Whiskey-9 “Beholders” was sent into SCP-7258 to further investigate the nature of the cornfield. The team was equipped with seismic sensors to monitor potential earthquakes as well as rappelling equipment. The following is a video that was uploaded to Foundation servers by W9-2 before contact was lost. BEGIN VIDEO (The video begins. The team is huddled together, surrounded by corn stalks.) W9-1: Testing, testing. Does the black moon howl? W9-3: Probably not. W9-1: Doesn’t matter. Anyway, this is Clint Boyne, squad leader of Mobile Task Force Unit Whiskey-Nine. Confirming passover into SCP-7258, communications went offline when we entered so we’re on our own for now. This expedition is for the purpose of researching and documenting SCP-7258. It’s a, uh…cornfield. It’s a cornfield. (Silence. W9-4 is seen shaking his head.) W9-2: (Muttering) Can we get this over with already? I’ve got things I need to do. W9-1: Stow it Lambert. We’re here to do a job, so let’s get it done. Danny, got any readings? W9-3: Nothing so far, boss. (The team begins walking through the corn stalks.) FAST FORWARD » (The video picks back up. The team is still wading through corn. In the video, a dark shape can be seen through the corn, keeping pace with the team. None of the members seem to notice the shape, each of them presumably believing it to be one of the other team members.) W9-4: This is such a stupid SCP. W9-3: I don’t personally think any SCP is “stupid,” especially the ones that can kill you. W9-4: Kill you? Please. It’s a cornfield, and that’s it. Even if it is a spatial anomaly, all we’re gonna find is corn. Just corn, corn, and more corn. W9-1: Except that’s not true, and you know it. We’ve all seen the footage. We all saw what that thing did to that D-Class. W9-4: So what. It was one D-Class. Big deal. He wasn’t armed to the teeth like we are. Unknown: It won’t matter. (The team immediately stops and raises their weapons. The dark shape seen in the corn dissipates. A low rumble is heard as the ground begins to shake.) W9-4: Who the fuck was that? W9-3: Sir! I’m getting seismic readings! W9-2: (Noticing the absence of the shape) Where the fuck did Jamie just go? W9-4: What are you talking about? I’m right- wait a damn second I lost Clint! W9-1: What on earth are you two talking about? Where’s Danny? W9-3: Right behind you, boss. W9-2: If everyone’s here, then who the hell was I looking at through the corn this whole time? Does that mean… (Silence among the team members.) W9-4: …something was in here with us this whole time. We never noticed because we thought it was just one of us. Fuck. W9-1: We need to get moving, now! W9-3: Agreed. W9-1: Keep pushing through the corn. We have to make it to the clearing! (The team begins running through the corn. The seismic activity continues. At numerous points, some of the team members are split up, but manage to regroup. The team reaches the clearing.) W9-2: (Panting) The clearing! We’re here! Get your cables ready! (The other team members emerge from the corn and rush towards the hole following closely behind W9-2.) W9-1: Alright, get your cables out! Prepare to descend! (W9-2 peers into the hole. It is completely dark. The seismic activity is stronger than ever, and dust can be seen falling down the sides of the hole. W9-2 hooks his cable into the ground and firmly tethers it to his harness.) W9-2: Ready for descension. W9-1: Everybody else ready? (W9-3 and W9-4 nod their heads.) W9-1: (Firmly adjusting his cable) Right. Let’s go! (The team all begin rappelling into the hole. The seismic activity grows weaker as the group descends. Darkness envelops the group. The camera switches to night vision mode and the feed is flooded with green.) W9-3: Switching to my NVGs. W9-1: Affirmative. I advise you all to do the same. (W9-2 and the others pull down their night vision goggles. Panning the camera around, the team is in a chamber slightly larger than the main hole. A tunnel is present. The team reaches the floor, the seismic activity now dampened. They huddle around each other.) W9-1: Danny, ‘you getting anything on the reader? W9-3: Nothing major sir. Seems like the worst of it has passed. W9-1: Alright. (Looking around) Looks like there’s only one way to go. Leave your ropes here for re-ascension. We’ll have to go one behind the other. I’ll take point. (The team begins shuffling through the tunnel, single file. Visibility is limited greatly beyond a foot in front of W9-1, who is first in the line.) W9-4: I don’t like this. Reminds me of that one time in Indiana… W9-3: Quit whining, will you? Starting to piss me off. W9-1: Both of you, can it. We need to stay on high alert. Never know what we might find down here. FAST FORWARD » (The team has been walking for approximately 12 minutes. An exit becomes visible.) W9-1: (Raising his hand) Stop. Exit up ahead. Weapons free, get ready for anything. (W9-2 checks his rifle and pistol. He pats W9-1’s shoulder.) W9-2: Ready. W9-3: Ready. W9-4: Ready. W9-1: Affirmative. Exiting tunnel. (The team exits the tunnel into a much larger chamber. It extends upwards far beyond what should be possible at this depth. Stalactites hang from the ceiling. While visibility is still limited, The center of the chamber is visible on W9-2’s feed. It is recessed into the ground. There are altars, surrounding another pit. An indiscernible substance covers the floor and is streaked across the altars. Human remains are visible on top of the altar closest to the team. Unknown symbols are carved into the floor surrounding the altars. An unintelligible whispering noise can be heard seemingly all around the team.) W9-3: (Murmuring) Jesus Christ. W9-2: (Noticing the ceiling) Another spatial anomaly. W9-4: Now I really don’t like this. Where the hell is that whispering coming from? W9-1: Keep moving. We’re getting closer to…whatever is down here. (The team begins approaching the center of the chamber. The whispering grows louder and becomes increasingly intelligible. The camera feed begins to flicker and flashes are seen of a humanoid figure, resembling a scarecrow, growing closer to the team. The team seems to not notice or does not see these flashes.) W9-3: Seismic readings have subsided. W9-1: Acknowledged. W9-3: Wait! They’re picking up again! It seems- oh god, they’re larger than ever! (At this point the ground begins to shake more violently than ever previously recorded. The team is thrown off their feet, W9-2 losing his weapon in the chaos.) W9-4: My NVGs are out! Can’t see anything! W9-3: Seismic readings are off the charts! Brace yourselves! W9-1: I’m activating the emergency beacon! Maybe we can get a signal out! W9-2: This far underground? Are you nuts!? (The camera loses night vision and is shrouded in darkness.) W9-2: Shit! Lost night vision! (A crashing sound is heard. W9-2 turns his headlamp on. The stalactites are falling down around the team. The shaking continues.) W9-1: God damn it! We need to turn around, now! W9-4: Oh now you want to turn around! W9-3: Jamie if you don’t shut the hell up I swear to god! (The shaking continues. W9-2’s headlamp illuminates a scarecrow, now standing on two legs and covered head to toe in a dark liquid. The burlap bag shows a mouth resembling someone screaming.) W9-3: What the hell? Scarecrow: (In a voice identical to D-8164) Go home, Soldier boy! (The scarecrow begins laughing. A wet crunching sound is heard.) W9-3: (Pained screaming) W9-4: Danny? Danny! Motherfucker! (W9-4 begins firing his rifle wildly. The shots illuminate W9-2’s camera feed, briefly revealing the remaining team members surrounding the scarecrow. W9-3 is slumped on the ground, blood covering his upper body. His head is exposed, chunks of flesh and muscle missing.) W9-1: Jamie! Jamie! Stop firing your rifle immidea- (W9-1 screams in pain. The scarecrow is still laughing. The chamber is shaking violently. W9-2’s flashlight illuminates the scarecrow, holding W9-1 by his gastrointestinal tract. W9-1 ceases screaming.) W9-2: Shit! Fuck! God dammit! Fuck this! (W9-2 turns around and begins to run back to where the team entered the chamber from. W9-4 is heard behind him, screaming in rage while firing his weapon. Eventually, the noise is drowned out by the seismic activity now engulfing the underground chamber. At this point, W9-2 begins to upload the camera feed to Foundation servers. W9-2: (Screaming) Oh god, oh god I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I have to run. I have to get out. I can’t die in a goddamn cornfield! Oh god, Clint I’m sorry. I won’t be able to look Martha in the eyes when I have to tell her how I left you to die. (W9-2 is now hurrying through the tunnel. The seismic activity has reached its peak. The tunnel is on the verge of collapse. W9-2’s headlamp powers off.) W9-2: Shit! (W9-2 is running for a number of minutes. Eventually, W9-2 stops moving. The ground is rumbling heavily.) W9-2: Where are- (Panting) Where are- (Panting) Where are the cables? Where are the cables? Where are the cables! (The scarecrow can be heard laughing, growing closer to W9-2.) W9-2: Oh mother fucker! END VIDEO At this point in the recording, the upload process to Foundation serves had been completed, meaning that no further footage is available. Extreme seismic activity persisted for forty minutes after the footage was uploaded. Having received no further communication from W9-2 or any of the other Whiskey-9 team members, W9-1 (Clint Boyne), W9-2 (Richard Lambert), W9-3 (Daniel Ford), and W9-4 (Jamie Bryson) were declared Killed In Action on June 28th, ████ and a funeral was held in their honor. No further manned expeditions have been attempted. Any personnel found to have entered SCP-7258 should be considered dead and on-site funeral arrangements should be prepared. ADDENDUM: From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Loss of Contact with Site KA-7258 It has recently been made apparent to me that contact with Site-KA-7258 has been lost following Site KA-7258’s director's failure to submit the mandatory monthly financial report, whereupon it was uncovered that a host of necessary reports and documents have not been submitted by KA-7258 staff in at least eleven days. I almost did not believe it myself, but the staff member in charge of cataloging items of such nature has been ‘slacking off,’ so to speak (rest assured, their contract has been terminated and they were replaced with a much more adequate researcher). MTF squadrons from the neighboring Site-████ have been briefed regarding KA-7258’s anomaly and are currently en route. I’ll send updates as I receive them. Annisa Kayode Communications Director Secure, Contain, Protect From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] none Findings at Site-KA-7258 KA-7258 is offline. Our MTF squads arrived to, frankly, a bloodbath. Everyone stationed onsite is dead. I don’t even know where to begin a damage report. Communications equipment is eviscerated, the electrical systems are fried, and most of the data is unrecoverable. They managed to scrape some essential files as well as the documentation for SCP-7258 itself off of what was left of the site’s NAS storage, but the research logs, reports, and pretty much everything else are completely lost. The MTF squads secured the perimeter but found no trace of SCP-7258-1. Containment teams have been deployed and SCP-7258-1 has been designated a priority two threat. An investigation is currently underway into the nature of what happened at KA-7258. I’ll forward you the report when I get my hands on it. Annisa Kayode Communications Director Secure, Contain, Protect Footnotes 1. Abnormal in the sense that no seismic events measuring anywhere near a six have ever been observed in Kansas, much less in the area surrounding SCP-7258. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7258" by Onyx117, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7258. 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: Cornfield pennYan.jpg Author: Jamie Lantzy Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cornfield_pennYan.jpg |
SCP-7259 | keter | Rab333 Where do you go when you die? Also, more stuff by me! SCP-7259. Item #: SCP-7259 Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter around SCP-7259 has been walled off, with two guards periodically patrolling the area. Description: SCP-7259 is an abandoned fast-food restaurant in Glasgow, Scotland. SCP-7259 possesses no discernible anomalous features at a glance, besides a constant, high pitched sound1 coming from an unknown location within SCP-7259. The sound has been recorded as inducing a feeling often described as "doomed" in individuals capable of perceiving it.2 Decoding the sound using a spectrogram reveals a distorted, screaming figure. While the image does not seem to be inherently anomalous, individuals have reported heavy feelings of terror when viewing it. The interior of SCP-7259, while seemingly non-anomalous, forcefully denies most matter entrance. The atmosphere inside has been described as "impossibly thick" by individuals when attempting to enter the building, but has shown no noticeable differences in the limited tests that were able to be performed in it. Research is ongoing. You are currently viewing an outdated version of the file. Footnotes 1. Approximately ~29-30kHz. 2. For unknown reasons, religious practitioners are significantly more affected by the noise. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: The ListPages module does not work recursively. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Abandoned_restaurant_near_Ross-on-Wye_-_geograph.org.uk_-_965067.jpg Name: Restaurant Author: Jonathan Billinger License: This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license. Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abandoned_restaurant_near_Ross-on-Wye_-_geograph.org.uk_-_965067.jpg Additional Notes: Abandoned restaurant near Ross-on-Wye The building by the Ross Spur, just beyond the end of the M50, has been boarded-up for at least two years now. |
SCP-7260 | safe | Item #: SCP-7260 SCP-7260 awaiting a walk. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7260 is currently contained in an unfurnished standard containment chamber. Personnel are to escort the entity to the Site-16 D-Class exercise yard and allow it to walk for 30-45 minutes once daily. Description: SCP-7260 is a pair of size thirteen hiking boots. They are capable of movement and possess a degree of sentience. SCP-7260 will respond to words and phrases such as 'Stay', 'Go', 'Come', 'Walk'1, and 'Daisy.' The entity has been observed to engage in what is believed to be 'play behavior' with assigned personnel, in which SCP-7260 will nonviolently kick objects it is presented with. Discovery: SCP-7260 was discovered on 07/26/1994 at the Maroon Bells hiking trail. The Foundation was alerted of SCP-7260's presence following reports of a 'pair of ambulatory boots' approaching civilians along the trail. The dispatched recovery team located SCP-7260 and followed the entity to a secluded ravine, where the remains of a barefoot male hiker2 and canine3 were discovered. Mulls was found to have suffered several bone fractures and a concussion prior to expiring, likely caused by an accidental slip or equipment failure. Autopsies reveal that Mulls expired from his injuries while the canine expired due to dehydration. Footnotes 1. This phrase will often result in both heels tapping in quick succession. Rapid bursts of pacing have also been noted. 2. Identified as Edward Mulls, 23. 3. Specifically, a Siberian Husky. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-MYSTERY-J • SCP-5047 • SCP-ES-101-J • SCP-7725 • SCP-7149 • SCP-7337 • SCP-4726 • SCP-3803 • SCP-PL-274 • SCP-7221 • SCP-1542 • SCP-4056 • SCP-6467 • SCP-7727 • SCP-8911 • Tales/GoI Formats Sebastian • Masquerade's End • There's Ngo Helping This One • An Epitaph For SCP-173 • Borne on the FM Waves of the Heart • Square your shoulders, lift your pack, and leave your friends and go. • Gentle Wings Flutter Quietly In The Dark • Project Koza, 1942 • The Corncrake Of Destiny • Ace Of Hearts • Classy Carlos Goes To Therapy • GRANT REQUEST FOR THE RE-CREATION OF AN ADVANCED POSTMORTEM NEURAL PRESERVATION SYSTEM • SPC-7000 • 'Phoenix à La Mode' (KEN46/FRI98/PNX72) • RAISA-6147 (PENDING ASSIGNMENT) • Other Ode To The Unknown Author • Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • uncle nicolini author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7260" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7260. 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: boots.jpeg Name: Rangers en cuir.JPG Author: Medjaï License: Public Domain Source Link: Link |
SCP-7261 | keter | SYTYCFanon SCP-7261 - Interview with a Tlahuelpuchi For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 7261 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Maria Johnston Omega-45 ("Street Samurai") Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7261-1 are to be kept in standard containment cells within Site-78. These containment cells are not to contain any metal furnishings. SCP-7261-1 instances are to be given plastic implements for eating and personal grooming. Once a month, a juvenile pig1 is to be given to each SCP-7261-1 instance. Personnel interacting with SCP-7261-1 instances are to wear metal accessories for protection such as necklaces, bracelets, earrings, or chokers. As an added precaution, SCP-7261 staff must consume garlic cloves or onions at least 24 hours before interacting with the entity. Foundation personnel operating in the Tlaxcala region are to monitor families with children under the age of four and ensure they are not being watched by any SCP-7261-1 or agents of GoI-4586. Once an instance of SCP-7261-1 has been identified, MTF-Omega 45 ("Street Samurai") are to capture the instance and if necessary engage with any aligned thaumaturges. Description: SCP-7261 is a thaumaturgic curse affecting certain female Homo sapiens native to the Tlaxcala region of Mexico. Entities affected by SCP-7261 are referred to as SCP-7261-1 instances. SCP-7261-1 instances are believed to be the inspiration for the mythological creature known as a Tlahuelpuchi2. SCP-7261-1 refers to themselves as such and locals identify this creature as the cause of SCP-7261-A events. SCP-7261 can manifest in human females through two different means. The first is purely random. It is currently estimated that 1 in 10,000 females born in the Tlaxcala region will be affected by SCP-7261 but do not show anomalous abilities until puberty. The second method occurs if the death of an instance of SCP-7261-1 is caused by a family member that shares a coefficient of relatedness value of 12.5%3 or higher. A few days after the termination of the instance, SCP-7261’s effects will transfer and that family member will become an SCP-7261-1. SCP-7261-1 instances exert a memetic effect over their blood-related family members, the strength of which is determined by their coefficient of relatedness. This memetic effect compels a SCP-7261-1's family member to hide the instance's anomalous nature and shield them from harm. It does not completely remove the affected person's ability to feel remorse about their actions, and the effect may be resisted with significant willpower. Once SCP-7261 has manifested in a teenage female, she begins exhibiting attributes that exceed normal human abilities. These include low-light vision, a natural thaumaturgic affinity, enhanced strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. SCP-7261-1 instances appear to be biologically immortal, not suffering from the effects of age. They can, however, be killed through means such as decapitation and exsanguination, amongst other conditions that would be fatal to baseline humans. In addition, SCP-7261-1 instances gain the ability to transform into various animals and can exist in a state of partial transformation to augment their bodies with animal features. However, to do so, they thaumaturgically bisect themselves at the L5 vertebra. A transformed SCP-7261-1 can be identified by the faint white glow surrounding its animal body. Furthermore, SCP-7261-1's biology differs from baseline humans in their diet. They are also facultative hemovores, meaning that they can consume normal food alongside their preference for blood. Their salivary glands produce anticoagulant compounds that prevent their meals from clotting, and their digestive systems can anomalously draw more calories from the consumed blood. Despite a preference for it, SCP-7261-1 does not need to consume blood except in an SCP-7261-A event. SCP-7261-A is the monthly requirement that an SCP-7261-1 consumes the blood of an infant between ages 0 and 4. If SCP-7261-A is not performed, SCP-7261 will begin to decay and eventually perish. Foundation research has been unable to satisfy the SCP-7261-A requirement with juvenile animal blood or synthetics. It merely extends the instance's life, but it will continuously get weaker until expiring. In regards to containment several weaknesses have been identified in SCP-7261-1 instances. Firstly, SCP-7261-1 anomalously cannot enter privately owned domiciles without the help of an outside thaumaturge, who must perform a ritual to allow the instance to enter the house. Secondly, SCP-7261-1 instances are allergic to onions and garlic. Skin contact with these vegetables causes the entity to break out in rashes and hives. Their heightened sense of smell can also pick up the scent of onions or garlic in someone's sweat or breath, which is enough to dissuade them from approaching a potential victim. Thirdly, the entities are vulnerable to prolonged contact with metal weaponry, restraints, accessories, etc. which causes their tissues to violently bubble and dissolve. Due to SCP-7261's method of spread, it is unknown to the Foundation if it could ever be completely contained, and no cure exists for SCP-7261-1 instances other than neutralization. Discovery: Foundation agents in Tlaxcala, Mexico were investigating a series of strange juvenile murders that went unsolved by the local police department. Seemingly once a month, an infant would be found drained of its blood in the family home, and in some cases, a relative would be found dead as well. SCP-MX agents discovered that around the time of the killings, members of GoI-4586 were seen in the vicinity of the houses of the victims as well as following them in their daily life. GoI-4586 known as the “Sepulchrum” is a religious organization dedicated to the worship of the undead. Not much is known of their activities and structure as up until this moment, they were not known to have anomalous leanings. Interviews given by locals in the area claimed that members of GoI-4856 were consorting with "glowing creatures". These creatures, called Tlahuelpuchi, were blamed for the murders. Suspected members of GoI-4856 were reported to be acting as "shamans" to let the Tlahuelpuchi into the houses proper. Due to the low funding of the SCP-MX branch, a request was sent to the US branch of the Foundation to supplement the investigation. Site-78 interest in the region led to them sending MTF Omega-45 due to their combat experience against humanoid anomalies and anomalous weaponry. Researcher Maria Johnston was made project lead due to her assignment to MTF Omega-45 and her four years of work in the field of Parabiology. Addendum 7261.01: Capture of an instance of SCP-7261-1 On March 10th, 2022, Foundation agents picked up Thaumaturgic activity outside of the Diaz residence, and three members of MTF-Omega 45 were sent to investigate at 18:00 hours. + SCP-7261-A Incident Log - Close [Begin Recording] Ω-45-1: Johnston, we are approaching the source of the Thaumaturgic disturbance, they've lit a fire nearby. Johnston: Coils hot, gentlemen. You have permission to engage with the cultists if they aren't going to listen to reason. Ω-45-1: Copy. [Ω-45-1 approaches the source of the fire but stops when he hears struggling from Ω-45-3. The body camera whirls around. Two skeletal hands have broken through the ground and are attempting to pull him underneath.] Ω-45-3: G-get these freakshows off me, what the hell! Ω-45-2: Sergeant! Hostiles! Two of them in the trees! I think they're casting some sort of spell. Ω-45-1: -3, ignore the hands, all men focus fire on those thaumaturges! [Ω-45-1 raises his weapon and begins firing at the two figures in the trees. The figures appear to be moving their hands in a ritualistic gesture. Omega-45's slugs are stopped by an invisible force as a sound is heard underneath Ω-45-1. Ω-45-1 looks down to see skeletal hands gripping his ankles. Ω-45-1 ignores it and continues firing on the thaumaturges for the next twenty seconds, having to reload his weapon. The continued fire from Omega-45's Gauss Rifles4 eventually breaks through the shield and the two thaumaturges are terminated by their automatic fire. Ω-45-1 looks down to see the hands have broken apart and steps out of the hole that he'd been pulled into.] Ω-45-1: Johnston, we had a run-in with the Cultists. Two of them were eliminated, with no casualties on our side. Johnston: Copy that, what do you see of the ritual area? Ω-45-1: They drew a cross and a circle around the fire, never seen anything like this. There's something in the middle of the cross. Just one second. [Ω-45-1 approaches the middle of the cross and picks up a photograph] Ω-45-1: It's a photo of a family. Father, Mother, and a small child. Could this be the Diaz's? Johnston: Perhaps. If the area is clear, move in on the house. [Omega-45 continues to the home, Ω-45-1 takes point on the front door, and damage to the window of the door is visible.] Ω-45-1: Careful, Samurai. The anomaly may still be inside. [Ω-45-1 reaches into the broken window and unlocks the door. He enters with his squad in tow.] Ω-45-1: -2, check the living room. -3, check upstairs. All: Copy. [Ω-45-1 moves into the kitchen, locating a light switch and turning it on. A body is present on the floor with a pool of congealing blood underneath it. Closer inspection reveals that there are several puncture wounds on the victim's neck.] Ω-45-1: Johnston. I found a body, female. Doesn't match the one we found in the photo. Johnston: Our intelligence said the parents left their child with a babysitter. That's most likely her. Have you located the child? Ω-45-1: -2, -3. Status. Ω-45-2: Living room is clear. Ω-45-3: I'm entering the parents' room now, I hear something over by the crib. Sounds like a… bird. Ω-45-1: -3, wait. -2 upstairs now. We'll report to you when we've located the child, Johnston. [Ω-45-1 moves into the living room and links up with Ω-45-2, they are soon joined by Ω-45-3 as they begin moving up the stairs when a scream is heard.] Ω-45-3: Oh god! Get this thing off of me! Ω-45-1: -3! We're coming just- [Ω-45-1 gets to the top of the stairs and enters the room to find Ω-45-3 on the ground, his helmet has been knocked off. -3 is holding off what appears to be a honey badger with a faint white glow around it. Ω-45-1 takes aim with his rifle and shoots the badger. The tungsten round sends the badger flying from Ω-45-3's hands and into the wall. The round doesn't penetrate but it appears to sear the Badger's flesh. It growls at them and scurries away.] Ω-45-3: Th-thanks Sarge. There was a raven in the crib and then all of a sudden it flew out and it turned into that badger. Knocked my helmet off an- Ω-45-2: Stow it, -3! Where did the badger go? Does anyone have a visual? [Ω-45-1 looks around the room. The crib has been stained with blood. There appears to be no sign of the badger, but the buzzing of a fly is heard.] Ω-45-1: (whispers) -3, close the door. Quickly. Johnston, that creature the locals were mentioning. You said it could transform into animals. Johnston: Yes, why? Ω-45-1: (whispers) -3, ready your Matter Displacement Gauntlet5. Get that fly. [The glowing fly is spotted flying towards one of the windows. Ω-45-3 reaches into his kit and removes a Matter Displacement Gauntlet and places it in his hand. He holds his hand out and suddenly he clenches his finger together, appearing to struggle.] Ω-45-3: This thing is fighting me! Someone get out a containment case, now! [Ω-45-2 moves to Ω-45-3's aid, and the men get the fly inside of the case. The case locks shut after the anomaly is contained.] [End Recording] - Close In the aftermath of the incident, two civilian casualties were confirmed. Julio Diaz (4) and Guadalupe Avalos (24) expired from piercing trauma and exsanguination. Foundation parabiologists ran a DNA analysis on the captured anomaly and found traces of human DNA belonging to a Social Worker named Michaela Avalerra. Avalerra's home was promptly searched by MTF-Omega 45 who discovered her severed legs in her living room. Omega-45 retrieved the legs and brought them back for study. According to the legend of the Tlahuelpuchi, reuniting it with its legs would undo the transformation. Once the legs were reintroduced within a two-meter radius of the anomaly, the fly transformed back into Michaela Avalerra who was subsequently detained and classified as an instance of SCP-7261-1. Addendum 7261.02: Interview #1 with SCP-7261-1 The following was recorded a few hours after SCP-7261-1 had been properly cataloged and processed by Site-78. [Begin Recording] Johnston: (In Spanish) Stating my name for the record. Researcher Maria Johnston performing an introductory interview with SCP-7261-1, real name Michaela Avalerra. Age 24, Social worker from Tlaxcala. Is this correct,-7261-1? I would also ask what language you prefer doing these interviews in. My Spanish is admittedly not great. SCP-7261-1: (scoffs), It's funny the first thing the gringo does after imprisoning me is give me some kind of number. [SCP-7261-1 switches to speaking English, Johnston does the same for the rest of the interview.] SCP-7261-1: I can do English just fine, I’d rather not hear you butcher my language. As for the name… yeah that’s my name but I feel like you aren't going to use it. Johnston: If it would make you more comfortable I could use it, but the procedure says I call you -7261-1 at the least. SCP-7261-1: What you can do to make me more comfortable is brush your teeth. God damn your breath stinks! Johnston: Apologies but it's a precaution. Trust me, having me smell like onions is a lot preferable than me slapping on some restraints that would eat through your wrists. SCP-7261-1: Fair enough. This is the SCP Foundation, isn't it? Johnston: You've heard of us? SCP-7261-1: The Sepulchrum told me a little. "The Foundation is one of the Great Adversaries in the fight against Life and Death." You seek to uphold the balance between Life and Death, is that correct? Johnston: Well, we are protectors of normalcy; I will say that. We wouldn't be doing our jobs if everyone had just up and died or became a zombie. SCP-7261-1: And I'm one of the abnormalities you need to protect the world from, correct? Johnston: I'm the one asking the questions here, -7261-1. SCP-7261-1: Right. Why don't you just kill me? That'll keep everyone safe. Johnston: We don't neutralize, we contain. I'm trying to look into a cure for your condition, especially your specific dietary requirements. SCP-7261-1: I don't want to be cured. Put a bullet in my head or lock me up and throw away the key. I only need to go a month without… doing that and then I'm gone. Johnston: -7261-1, I understand you may have remorse over your actions but you are under my care. We'll figure out a way to keep you alive without resorting to sacrificing lives. SCP-7261-1: …Fine. I'm not really in the mood for any more questions. Johnston: I understand. We can continue this another time. [End Recording] Addendum 7261.03: Interview #2 with SCP-7261-1. A month after the previous interview, Researcher Johnston's team discovered that a juvenile pig's blood could substitute for a human infant for quelling an SCP-7261-A event. SCP-7261-1 did not perish afterward but the subject displayed an increased level of fatigue from baseline. [Begin Recording] [Johnston is seated in front of the SCP-7261-1 in their containment cell. SCP-7261-1 is currently drinking a blood-based cocktail.] Johnston: How has our Site been treating you -7261-1? SCP-7261-1: Well being that you all aren't fawning over me and showering me in compliments…. I'd say you guys are better than the Sepulchrum. Johnston: They worshiped you? SCP-7261-1: I wouldn't put it like that, more like idolization. They acted like I was some pinnacle of what they could become, a true "undead". (Laughs) I'm not even dead, correct? Johnston: Your heart still beats and from the tissue samples you let us take, your cells are still metabolizing. From a biologist's perspective, you're still alive. SCP-7261-1: Heh. Dumb cultists. Johnston: I didn't come here to talk about them, we can save that topic for another session. I wanted to ask how you became an SCP-7261-1. SCP-7261-1: A Tlahuelpuchi you mean? Johnston: They are the same. SCP-7261-1: Well I wasn't born this way, so if you know the legend… Johnston: You killed a family member that was an SCP-7261-1. Who were they? SCP-7261-1: The son of a bitch was my cousin. Mira Avalerra. Johnston: I can tell by your tone that you weren't a fan of this, Mira. How did you find out she was an SCP-7261-1? SCP-7261-1: I saw her and her group of freaks out doing a ritual, funnily enough, it was so she could enter my apartment. Johnston: Members of the Sepulchrum? SCP-7261-1: Yes. She ran with them because they offered to do the house-entering rituals. Anyway, she told me after that and I… it was so weird at first. I was horrified. My Abuela would tell us the stories when we were younger and I wanted to tell someone but I couldn't. The thoughts would be in my head and I'd move my lips but nothing would come out. Johnston: I can't imagine the frustration, especially with… what happens at the end of every month. SCP-7261-1: I begged her not to do it, that there had to be another way. She didn't want to listen though. I guess she liked the taste or something, maybe her urges got the better of her. There was a breaking point for me, however. Johnston: What was it? SCP-7261-1: We had a deal that she wouldn't touch my new little brother, that she would stay away from our family. Well, I came home one day and…. [SCP-7261-1 is visibly distressed, her free fist is clenched.] SCP-7261-1: That smug bitch was sitting there picking him out of her teeth. I don't know what came over me, I'm not an angry person usually. My muscles were screaming at me as I made my way out to the shed to get the ax, but I just ignored my body and mind telling me not to do it. Johnston: Did you know what would happen if you did? [SCP-7261-1 nods] SCP-7261-1: I approached her with the ax and she started gloating. Talking about how I couldn't hurt her even if I wanted to, give it my best shot. Stuff like that. So I did, I swung the ax. Johnston: What happened? SCP-7261-1: I wasn't that strong before this so I wasn't expecting much but that steel just completely cleaved through her collarbone and down maybe a few inches. She dropped to her knees and I'll never forget the fear in her eyes, coupled with the sizzling of her flesh. I removed the ax from her melting wound and I struck again. I took her head clean off in one swipe. Johnston: I'm sorry you had to do that, especially to your family. SCP-7261-1: Don't call that monster my family! She got the last laugh in the end. After we buried my brother, I started turning into this… thing. It started benign at first, the strength and the speed and what not. Then I woke up screaming in the middle of the night because my fillings were melting my teeth. You can probably figure out the rest, I couldn't enter privately owned homes, suddenly could cast spells… oh and just being able to pop my legs off because you know who doesn't want to be able to do that! Anything else you want to know? Johnston: I think that's it for now. I may have dredged up more than I should. [SCP-7261-1 slurps their drink loudly.] SCP-7261-1: You think? Johnston: I'll talk to you later SCP-7261-1. [End Recording] Addendum 7261.04: Interview #3 with SCP-7261-1. [Begin Recording] [SCP-7261-1 appears to be eating noodles soaked in pig's blood. Researcher Johnston takes her seat in front of her.] Johnston: Hello, -7261-1. How are you today? SCP-7261-1: Bit of a headache. I haven't felt like myself since I had that baby pig instead of, uh, yeah. Johnston: Had you never tried substituting a human child for an animal? I'm not trying to be condescending. SCP-7261-1: Well, it's hard to think when I have my… hahaha. [SCP-7261-1 grabs a napkin to wipe their mouth and stifle their laughter.] Time of the month. You just um, get tunnel vision, and it's really hard to fight. I don't realize what I did until afterward after I come down from it. Johnston: It's like an addict and their craving. SCP-7261-1: Exactly, only you usually don't want to end your life afterward. Johnston: Why didn't you? You said it yourself, you could just let time lapse. SCP-7261-1: Johnston, why don't you just end your life? What's stopping you? Take one of those fancy guns, which hurt like hell by the way; and end things. Johnston: All living things have a self-preservation instinct, I don't think I could pull that trigger even if I desperately wanted to. SCP-7261-1: Well think of that anti-suicidal feeling driven to x10. My body WANTS to consume that child's blood. It won't let me just sit idly by while my body starts falling apart. Plus, my body is fairly tough. Throwing myself out a window is a minor inconvenience. Johnston: Noted. I would also like to know how many times you've had to indulge in SCP-7261-A, your…. compulsion. SCP-7261-1: I don't want to talk about it. Johnston: -7261-1, this is a give and take. You answer questions and I try and make your confinement a little more comfortable. SCP-7261-1: ….I turned into a Tlahuelpuchi two years ago in April. You can do the math from there. Johnston: Oh that's… SCP-7261-1: I know. I'm a monster, you don't have to keep rubbing it in. Johnston: I'm not here to make you feel bad, -7261-1. Just trying to do my research. Today I wanted to talk about The Sepulchrum, how did you get involved with them? SCP-7261-1: They approached me after I'd fully turned. I figured they had to have been monitoring me the whole time. The cult offered to provide their shamanistic services in exchange that I do certain things for them. Johnston: What do you mean? SCP-7261-1: Spying and intimidation mostly. I turn into a fly and spy on rival groups, politicians, gang members, and whoever else can further their agendas. A few of the Sepulchrum's members belong to the Sin Nombre Cartel, so sometimes I'm brought along as an enforcer of sorts. Usually, people are more inclined to not screw them over when there is a bear involved. Johnston: Sin Nombre, huh? That's some bad company to keep. Moving on though, you mentioned before that they worshipped the concept of "undeath." Could you elaborate a little more on that? SCP-7261-1: The Cult believes that the perfect lifeforms are those that are "undead", in the purgatory of life and death. Life is fleeting and chaotic, while death is permanent and stagnant. In a state of undeath, they believe you exist between both worlds, where everything is in balance. And thus, they idolize creatures like me. The ghosts, the ghouls, and the things that go bump in the night. Johnston: Is the Sepulchrum a local cult? SCP-7261-1: I don't know where it started exactly, but I heard about them around the time the Cult of the Pale Lady showed up. The Sepulchrum isn't a fan of hers. Johnston: What do they want, ultimately? If they are trying to build an intelligence network, then, it can't be just for regular worship. SCP-7261-1: Beats me, they can have their zombies and whatnot. Just as long as I have no part in it. Johnston: I see. Well, I think that concludes my line of questioning for tod- SCP-7261-1: One second. You come in here every few weeks or so and ask questions and leave. I think it's time I ask a question. You owe me that at least. Johnston: I have the time. What do you want to know? SCP-7261-1: How long do I have? Johnston: What are you referring to? SCP-7261-1: You haven't been able to figure out how to satisfy that -A event. It's been two months and I only keep getting worse. How much longer before I pass? Johnston: -7261-1, we're doing everything we can- SCP-7261-1: I want an answer, Doctor! Johnston: Michaela. I am trying my best to find something for your condition. But ultimately, we don't understand the magic surrounding your curse. My best guess is that you may have a year at most. I'm sorry. SCP-7261-1: Don't feel sorry for me. You're just prolonging the inevitable. Why won't you just let me die? Johnston: Because I know, despite everything you may have done, that you aren't a monster. Michaela. SCP-7261-1: No, I see you judging me. I'm SCP-7261-1 just another one of your monsters to lock away. I could tear your head off before one of your soldiers got in here. Would that be enough to put me down? [Johnston stands up suddenly from the table.] Johnston: ENOUGH! Michaela! I'm sorry all of this happened to you, I really am. You're not just a number to me. Th-this interview is over. [Johnston starts walking to the camera but stops as SCP-7261-1 speaks.] SCP-7261-1: Wait… Maria. There's one last thing I remembered about the Sepulchrum. You asked how they planned to complete their goal. Johnston: What is it? SCP-7261-1: "When the Nine of Nine is found, its pages will lead us to purgatory." Johnston: Wait a minute, Nine of Nine? [Johnston sighs and slumps her shoulders.] Johnston: Not another damn book. [End Recording] Addendum 7261.05: Infiltration of GoI-4586 meeting. After consulting with Site Director Leah Richter about the connection between GoI-4586 and the Set of Nine, an undercover operation was greenlit. Foundation agents in Tlaxcala came across public advertising that showed GoI-4586 would be giving a sermon at the "Our Lady of the Assumption" Cathedral in the city. SCP-7261-1 would be sent to gather information on the "Nine of Nine." To prevent SCP-7261-1 from potentially informing GoI-4586 of the Foundation's whereabouts or attempting to escape, flowers made from SCP-6952-derived plastic explosive were placed in her hair as a part of her outfit. These flowers were equipped with a remote control trigger. SCP-7261-1 was not informed of this so as to not influence her behavior. [Begin recording] [SCP-7261-1 fixes her body camera in the bathroom mirror and takes a deep breath.] Johnston: We have visual now, Michaela. Can you hear me? SCP-7261-1: I can… w-wait. You called me by my name. Are the days of -7261-1 over? [SCP-7261-1 is smiling in the mirror] Johnston: I think you've earned it, you're a field agent for today at least. Avalerra: Thanks, Maria. Johnston: So, what have we got? Avalerra: This place is packed, several hundred people at least. Their movement is growing here in Tlaxcala. Johnston: This is just like the Pale Lady incident all over again. Alright, Michaela go out there and see if you can't get ahold of one of their scriptures. Avalerra: Roger that. [Avalerra leaves the Church bathroom and into the main hall. Amongst the crowd of people, members of GoI-4586 are seen wearing black cloaks and Calavera-style makeup. A variety of anomalies with skeletal and rotted appearances can be seen talking with what appears to be normal civilians.] Johnston: Do they not realize how weird it is to be talking to a skeleton man? Avalerra: He's a lich, Maria. These cult members treat the undead as celebrities. Where normal people would freak out and faint, these weirdos get excited and start fanboying over you. They even ask for autographs and pictures. Fucking annoying. [Avalerra takes a seat as the sermon is about to begin. A male cultist speaks to the audience for twenty minutes on a variety of topics (cut for brevity) before a cloaked woman walks onto the stage and opens a tome in front of her.] Johnston: Do you recognize that woman? Who is she? Avalerra: I forgot to mention her. That's Lady Samsara, leader of the Sepulchrum. Samsara: (In Spanish) Greetings, members on either side of the life cycle. If you are new here, I am Lady Samsara, your shepherd to a whole new world. Are you tired of the shackles of life? Being made to toil endlessly with the only reward being the sustenance of the same cycle of misery? Or perhaps you are merely afraid of Death? Afraid of the eternal abyss of Oblivion? Or fearful that some so-called God might force you to live a neverending existence in their domain as their pet. I was once like you. Trapped between the sadistic choice between Life and Death. But one day… I realized there was a third path. And I chose it. I chose Sepulchrum. And I'm here to offer it to you. [Samsara points to the audience.] You all have decided that neither is acceptable. You realized there is more to our existence than living and dying, being trapped in the same loop over and over again! Undeath is the true Life! [Avalerra parrots Samsara with the cheering crowd.] But some wish to take our dream away from us. Shadowy government agents who would have us locked away to be experimented on. Churchgoer: I ain't letting no Fed take me in! Samsara: Exactly and we won't let them! We won't let those colonialists at the U.N tell us that Undeath is unnatural! Churchgoer: Fuck the Gocks! [Avalerra drops to the ground and grabs a Grimoire from the churchgoer next to her and slides it into her bag.] Samsara: The serpents in the grass surround us and the ravens come to pick our flesh. Do not get me started on those religions with their broken gods and flesh worship. Those abominable Horizon fellows already tried to corrupt us. But we won't stand for it! Churchgoer: Say no to the lies of the colonizer! Samsara: Our salvation is coming, my flock. The universe has blessed us with nine books that shape the course of our world. When brought together they will open the doorway to purgatory, and in the pages of the Nine of Nine, we will find apotheosis! Churchgoer: Undeath is the true life! Undeath is the true life! [Avalerra looks over at the crowd, seeing the rampant excitement amongst them.] Johnston: I can't believe they are buying that crap. We theorized that bringing the books together would do something, but a doorway? Samsara: You all are too kind, please enjoy our snacks and drinks. Don't forget to buy our merchandise to show your ever-growing support! Every dollar we get is another that can be used to locate the Nine of Nine! We'll begin reading from our text in the next thirty minutes, so please stand by. [Avalerra gets up from her seat and heads towards the exit but is stopped by Lady Samsara.] Samsara: Ah I recognize you. You must be the Tlahuelpuchi of this area. Avalerra: (In Spanish) That's me, yes… were you looking for me, Lady Samsara? [Samsara put an arm around Avalerra and begins walking with her down the pews.] Samsara: I was, child. I'd heard the Foundation had come for you. Killed three of our boys and when we investigated you were nowhere to be found. Avalerra: My Lady, are you implying that I'm a snitch? I merely turned into a flea and escaped from one of our Great Adversaries. Samsara: That's what I would hope. But you can never be too careful in my line of work, child. [One of the cultists pushes a child into the camera’s view. A young boy no older than 4.] Samsara: Are you thirsty? One of our new initiates, Esmeralda here has been eager to move up in our organization. I told her she could make an offering and well… here he is. [Avalerra clears her throat.] Avalerra: My lady… I can’t take this woman’s child. If this is to make up for my brother, I’m just not ready to adopt a child. Can barely pay the bills as it is. [Samsara laughs.] Samsara: He is not for adoption, but rather consumption. You are weak, illuminated one. You need to sup. [Director Richter comes over the comms, Avalerra is not privy to the following conversation.] Richter: Johnston, I’m currently monitoring the mission feed. I order you to terminate SCP-7261-1 if she touches that child. Johnston: Just give her a moment, we don’t know what she is going to do. Avalerra: Weak? No, I’m fine. I’m just… [The mother pushes her child towards Avalerra.] Child: Mommy? Whose this? What’s going on? Avalerra: My lady, this is ridiculous. You can’t expect me to do this with so many people watching… and in front of his mother? Samsara: Our flock is more than aware of what an illuminated one like you needs to do. Come on now. [Samsara pushes the child up against Avalerra.] Samsara: Doesn’t he smell delicious? [Avalerra drops down to her knees and the child appears terrified.] Richter: Johnston! Why haven’t you pressed the detonator? Johnston: Director please, just have faith in her. Richter: You are disobeying a direct order, Johnston. The explosive used is targeted enough that the child will not come to harm. Press the button or I'll be forced to send Omega-45 to clean up your mess. Child: A-are you a Tlahuelpuchi, ma’am? Avalerra: I-… Child: D-don’t eat me! Avalerra: dios mio, your flesh smells like chorizo… Johnston: Avalerra! What if he has a sister? Are you going to take another brother away from someone? Avalerra: Wait I… [Avalerra stands up.] Avalerra: Can I take my blood cold? I just… am not in the mood for warm stuff. Samsara: That confirms it, you’ve strayed from the path. I can smell the rot on you. You’re dying. Avalerra: I’ve never felt more alive in my life. [A cultist hands Avalerra a chalice and she drinks it down, throwing it to the ground.] Avalerra: Now, are you going to let me leave? Or do things have to get ugly? Samsara: There is no need for bloodshed this day, you served us loyally in your time with us. You've earned a crumb of peace. However, you are to never step foot in a Sepulchrum church again, and if you are caught interfering with our activities-. Avalerra: I promise to be a good girl… relatively. [Samsara walks off with her cultists as Avalerra begins walking toward the exit.] Johnston: Michaela. Are you alright? Avalerra: (In English) Alright? No, I’m not alright. I was this close to eating that kid back there, why didn’t you pull the trigger? Johnston: Trigger? I don’t know what you- Avalerra: I can smell the explosive in these flowers, Johnston. You should have done it. Johnston: I had faith that you wouldn’t and you proved me right. Avalerra: I guess so, perhaps I really am worthy of life after all. Do you think we could keep doing this? Perhaps God shepherded me to you as a sort of… penance. Johnston: We’ll see what we can do, get to the meeting point a few blocks down the road. Hopefully, no one will follow. [End Recording] Note: After the sermon, it was determined that a widespread amnesctization protocol was unfeasible to due to the spread and influence of GoI-4586. Instead, Foundation efforts are to be concentrated on monitoring GoI-4586 activity and taking necessary action when a veil breach is likely. In light of SCP-7261-1's actions in the undercover operation, Researcher Johnston has sent a request to Site-78 director Richter to recruit SCP-7261-1 into the ranks of MTF Omega-45. This request is still pending. Addendum 7261.06: Excerpt from a GoI-4586 Grimoire, "The Way of Undeath". Hark, and Know: Nine Gnostical Tomes The Snake has Spread From Sea to Land Ten that Must be Gathered ‘Fore in Purga’try we Stand: A Skald’s Demise, Strong Arms of Ohms, The Meme Disguise, Mighty Trombones, The Muse of Truth, The Knowledge Lost, The Fire that Defies the Frost To Index Inconvenient Set The Eighth will Find the Unfound Yet Ultimate Unlocks the Door of Death For Those Who Wish Their Final Breath The Snake has Spread From Sea to Land Ten Must be Gathered ‘Fore in Purga’try we Stand! Footnotes 1. Compared to other animals, pig tissues are the closest in composition to humans 2. Derived from the Nahuatl word, "tlāhuihpochtli" meaning "to illuminate" 3. At the most, first cousins or Great Grandparents. 4. SCP-6952 derived weapon. Utilizes electromagnetic coils to accelerate ferromagnetic projectiles at supersonic speeds 5. SCP-6952 derived tool. Utilizes quantum teleportation and entanglement to move objects to the user. 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SCP-7262 “I'm Not Okay But I'm Living Anyway” by: Mew-ltiverse This is the first installment of the series Blood and Gutz! The second part can be found here! Read more of my stuff ⚠️ content warning 2/7262 LEVEL 2/7262 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7262 Special Containment Procedures SCP-7262 is to be kept in Site-246's anomalous medical wing and monitored daily for any threats to its health. Due to the nature of the anomaly, SCP-7262 has been permitted to wear a short sleeve t-shirt and athletic shorts for ease of documentation. Within its first week at the Foundation, SCP-7262 requested the following items: A television - Approved A Nintendo switch - Pending A selection of books - Approved Access to social media - Denied Access to only Discord - Denied An art tablet - Pending Traditional art supplies - Approved1 SCP-7262 is permitted to submit requests for items, which are subject for approval depending on their nature. SCP-7262 is not to be permitted access to any items it could use to potentially harm itself. SCP-7262 is to be administered Quetiapine, Fluvaxomine, and Bupropion on a regular basis by its medical team. Requested augments to this regimen are to be reviewed by Site-264's medical staff. SCP-7262 is to have weekly therapy sessions with Dr. Kenneth Hart. As SCP-7262's mental state is linked with its anomalous properties, staff are to refrain from relaying upsetting information to SCP-7262 unless deemed absolutely necessary. Failure to do so may trigger its anomalous properties. Additionally, usage of SCP-7262's preferred name and pronouns is recommended when interacting with it. Edit as of 05/11/2022: Due to SCP-7262's aversion to eating as a result of its poor mental state, culinary staff have been notified to provide meals that it has expressed favoritism towards in the past. Description Artwork SCP-7262 drew during its second week in containment. SCP-7262 is a 24-year-old non-binary human formerly identified as Jonathan "Gutz" Everett. When in a heightened emotional state, SCP-7262’s body will undergo multiple physiological changes that would typically result in death. These changes typically entail damage to the structure and function of joints, ligaments, and tendons, as well as complex fractures. Organ damage, internal bleeding, and gross distension of limbs, trunk, and head are also common. Duplication or disappearance of organs and bodily fluids has also been observed. It is also typical for bodily fluids to become discolored or to be replaced with various beverages. However, this damage does not appear to cause SCP-7262 any emotional distress or discomfort. For a list of documented alterations, see SCP-7262 Alteration Log. When SCP-7262 returns to its emotional baseline, all of the damages will reverse with no complications. It has been noted that SCP-7262's medical records prior containment indicate that it had recently sustained three broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken nose. When discovered, no proof of this injury was present, leading to the conclusion that SCP-7262's anomalous properties reset any non-anomalous injuries. Discovery SCP-7262 was discovered on 04/16/2022 when it called emergency services upon observing its anomalous properties. The following is the call in question: ▼ Open Audio Log ▼ ▲ Close Audiolog ▲ AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] 911 Operator: 911, what’s your emergency? SCP-7262: Um- this is gonna sound crazy. But I- my body is messed up! My ribcage is visible- a-and nothing else! No organs or blood or anything! We-Well, there’s some blood but it’s pink! And it- it doesn’t hurt! It should hurt! I just lifted my sweatshirt, cause like- I felt it push in! And this— [As SCP-7262 speaks, it takes a shallow breath every couple of words in between sobs] 911 Operator: Please take a few deep breaths, sir. What is your name and address? SCP-7262: I live at 187 West Spring Drive in Searcy! Can’t you send an ambulance or some shit? Help me! P-Please! 911 Operator: We’re gonna send an ambulance to your home. What is your name? SCP-7262: Does my name matter? 911 Operator: It’s standard to know who I’m talking to. SCP-7262: It-It's G-Gutz. 911 Operator: Alright, Gutz. Have you taken any medications recently? SCP-7262: Only my psych meds! Can you tell me what’s w-wrong with me? Why is this happening? [SCP-7262 continues to sob] 911 Operator: Sir, please take a deep breath. Just breathe in, breathe out. SCP-7262: I-I- [SCP-7262 takes a deep, long breath.] 911 Operator: Good job, sir. We’re going to get you the help you need. What medications do you take? SCP-7262: Seroquel, F-Fluvaxomine, Wellbutrin! But I didn’t take drugs! [breath] I-I only take my medications as prescribed! I’m not an addict, I-I don’t experiment! I-I'm out of these anyway! I- I feel like I can’t breathe! I-It should hurt! B-Breathing this hard should hurt! But there’s nothing to hurt! [SCP-7262 takes another deep breath. Its breath begins to slightly steady.] SCP-7262: Th-This shit is fucking wild! I can- I can put my hand inside! And Ah- I can feel my bones. Erg… this is weird! 911 Operator: Do you have a history of taking drugs or alcohol? And do you take any other medications than the ones you told me about? SCP-7262: Um— god what’s the name? I don’t know. I-I take one for seizures? It’s yellow and starts with a T! 911 Operator: Give me a minute… ah, Topiramate. Gutz, do you take anything else? SCP-7262: J-Just some anti-nausea meds and an EpiPen! 911 Operator: Can you tell me the names? SCP-7262: It doesn’t matter, [breath] I-I didn’t overdose on anything! 911 Operator: Just take a deep breath, Gutz. I’m going to stay on the line with you until the paramedics arrive, okay? SCP-7262: Erg… O-Okay. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] [END LOG] ▲ Close Audiolog ▲ Foundation operatives intercepted the call. Emergency Medical Task Force Iota-44 “Bedside Manner” was dispatched to assess the situation in the place of civilian emergency service workers. During SCP-7262’s transfer to the Foundation, it was determined that its condition was stable. It is noted that SCP-7262 was found with a half opened bottle of Quetiapine2 in its lap. The 911 operator present was located and properly amneticized. Addendum 1: Initial Interview ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-7262 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Stanley Diamond [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Diamond: Hello, SCP-7262. That is what you’ll be known as, for clarification. SCP-7262: Oh, cool. Dr. Diamond: ‘Cool’? SCP-7262: Yeah. That’s cool. Just ‘7262’ would do. But yeah. That’s a cool name. Dr. Diamond: I have to admit, I’ve seen a lot of sapient anomalies and not one of them thought their SCP designation was cool. SCP-7262: [shrugs] What can I say? I like that better than my deadname. If I had to chose the name you people called me, it would be Gutz. Cause that’s my name. But, the number is like… a cool nickname. Dr. Diamond: ‘Deadname’. Are you gender non-conforming? SCP-7262: Yeah. I’m non-binary. I’m still like, super confused about all of this, but it makes me really happy that you asked. You guys are cool with that, right? Dr. Diamond: I’m personally fine with it. In general here, your identity doesn’t really matter to us since we’re not going to be addressing it. SCP-7262: Cool with me! [smiles] Dr. Diamond: How are you feeling right now? SCP-7262: Weird. I’m… feeling a lot of emotions… I’m just… super confused. Why is this happening? [Multiple disembodied eyes with pink and purple irises as well as black scleras3 materialized around its body. These eyes began to produce cyan blue tears. As this occurred, its eyes took on the same appearance.] Dr. Diamond: I was next going to ask how you noticed the first manifestation. How did it feel? Did you feel anything just now? [SCP-7262 lifted its arms, pulling up its sleeves.] SCP-7262: Ah- it happened again! This one is uh, less freaky somehow. I’m not literally missing organs. I don’t think. And uh, no. I didn't feel anything. [SCP-7262 smooths its fingers under one of the eyes on its arm, causing the eye to blink.] SCP-7262: Freaky. Dr. Diamond: Pull up your jumpsuit leg. [SCP-7262 does as instructed.] SCP-7262: God, it seems they’re everywhere. Dr. Diamond: Is your vision affected? SCP-7262: No. I can see just fine. I- this is what it was like last time! I was uh… going through it. And suddenly, the pillow I was hugging caved into my stomach. I lifted my hoodie, and I saw it. [SCP-7262's calm smile fades.] Dr. Diamond: Can you see out of those other eyes? SCP-7262: No. I can feel the tears against my skin, though. This is so weird… Dr. Diamond: I see. [writes something down] SCP-7262, we noticed that on a private account of yours, you draw artworks containing people in similar situations to your anomaly. SCP-7262: Oh, yeah. Uh, pastel gore, aesthetic gore art work. It’s kinda how I get out my feelings when times are tough. Instead of um, gouging out my organs, I draw characters gouging out their organs. It’s calming. Dr. Diamond: I see. That’s definitely something we will be looking into. SCP-7262: [laughs] It’s not like, an anomaly or whatever. Many people draw it. Dr. Diamond: Yes, but there’s a reason that your artwork started to reflect in real life. That’s definitely not a coincidence. SCP-7262: I suppose it isn’t. Dr. Diamond: Yes, and your recent artworks depict characters that look like you. SCP-7262: [pause] So? Dr. Diamond: It was just an observation. SCP-7262: [pause] It's weird you guys are just okay with me. Being… how I am. I know I have a lot of problems… mental, physical, and now uh… this. And I'm also just… really anxious being here. I know that- I don't really know anything about this place. I just want to go home. Dr. Diamond: Well, the whole reason you're here is so we can help you with your anomaly. We see all sorts of people in situations like yours. We can help you with your other issues, too. We promise. SCP-7262: [pause] You’ve got a scar on your face that seems kinda shiny. Dr. Diamond: A-Ah, yes. [Dr. Diamond smooths his index finger over his scar.] Dr. Diamond: There are crystal pieces imbedded in it. It was the result of a containment breach. That's all I can say. SCP-7262: Well, I think it looks cool. [SCP-7262 touches one of its thighs] SCP-7262: I- [pause] I’ve got scars, too. I’m still trying to understand that… I shouldn’t be ashamed. And uh… to stop adding more. Dr. Diamond: [pause] We’ll get you in with a therapist. SCP-7262: I can’t afford a therapist. Hell, I'm out of my medication because I'm fighting with my insurance. [pause] Most of my medication. Dr. Diamond: You’re not paying for anything here. SCP-7262: O-Oh. That’s a welcomed change. Dr. Diamond: [chuckles] You’re not the first one with that reaction. SCP-7262: Oh um, I have another question. Dr. Diamond: Yes? SCP-7262: What do my friends think happened to me? I- I recently made a habit of disappearing for a few weeks then worrying them. I don't… I don't want them to think that I'm dead. Especially um… [shakes head] never mind. Can I like… talk to them? Dr. Diamond: That's… still being processed. But, it's highly unlikely you'll be given internet access. At least, not social media. [SCP-7262 looks visibly worried.] SCP-7262: Wh-What? I can't talk to them? Like- e-ever again? Dr. Diamond: Most likely not, I'm sorry. SCP-7262: N-No! You can't be serious! For real? [SCP-7262 begins to shake. It grips the sides of its head.] Dr. Diamond: I apologize, SCP-7262. But they can't know what happened to you. [SCP-7262 places a hand on its chest. A pink substance, later identified to be SCP-7262's blood, seeps through its clothing and stains its hand. SCP-7262 then performs a pulling motion, revealing a human heart colored similarly to SCP-7262's blood. SCP-7262 looks to Dr. Diamond. He notes seeing SCP-7262's iris shift color to match its blood, as well as having a misshapen pupil which Dr. Diamond described as 'heart-shaped'. SCP-7262 begins to cry.] Dr. Diamond: We're ending this for now. [END LOG] NOTE: SCP-7262 is to see Dr. Hart for a psychological evaluation as soon as possible. SCP-7262 should not be interviewed until this happens. I also recommend that it be allowed a t-shirt and shorts due to the nature of its anomaly. Cataloguing changes will be easier that way. - Dr. Diamond ▲ Close Interview ▲ Psychological Evaluation The week of SCP-7262's entrance into the Foundation, a thorough psychological evaluation was conducted on SCP-7262 by Dr. Hart. The following are the results. Foreword: SCP-7262's anomaly appears to be triggered when it enters a heightened emotional state, primarily negative emotions. SCP-7262 has the following diagnostics on file: Borderline Personality Disorder Generalized Anxiety Disorder Major Depressive Disorder Although not an exhaustive list, the following behaviors have been observed: Poor self esteem; Self defeating and harming behaviors; Suicidal ideation; Panic and anxiety attacks with no external trigger; Extreme emotional swings; Dissociation; Reliance on social media; SCP-7262 has been kept on its previously prescribed medications to attempt to alleviate its symptoms. Additionally, SCP-7262 appeared incredibly distressed by the fact that it would not be allowed to contact any one from the outside world for the entirety of its time in containment. In response, its anomalous effect has been rapidly activating multiple times a day. Attempts to alleviate this stress in other ways are currently being discussed. Addendum 2: Research It was decided that as SCP-7262's mindset appears to play an integral part in its anomaly's function, research is to be done into its past relations and interactions. The following will be split into three separate addenda: Addendum 2-A: In-person Relations4 Addendum 2-B: Interpersonal Relations Addendum 2-C: Familial Relations Addendum 2-A: In-Person Relations Foundation psychologist Dr. Kenneth Hart reached out to a collection of persons that SCP-7262 has known within recent years for further information about SCP-7262. All interviewees were told that SCP-7262 is a missing person. Although many interviews revealed similar information, below are relevant portions of these interviews that revealed unique information. During the interviews, SCP-7262 was referred to with masculine honorifics. The transcripts have been altered to reflect its identity. Interviewed: Dylan Bray (former friend) Dr. Hart: You only knew [Mx.] Everett for a few years, then? Mr. Bray: Yep. We weren't best friends or anything, but I got along with him fine. First few years of high school. I don't think I could tell you anything about why he'd be missing. Dr. Hart: Well, any information is helpful. What type of person was he back then? Mr. Bray: Less weird. He made more efforts to actually interact with the other guys in his grade. Dr. Hart: What does that mean? Mr. Bray: It means what I said it means. I kinda stopped associating once he started identifying as "non-binary" or whatever. I thought only girls subscribed to that shit. He started focusing more on school then, anyway. Dr. Hart: I see. Interviewed: Alan Ryan (college peer) Dr. Hart: When did [Mx.] Everett’s activity begin to dwindle? Mr. Ryan: First semester, third year. His first and mostly second year, he was one of the club’s most active and hard working members. But, he came back the next year different. I think it was stress. He had his first seizure during the club, his health issues probably took a toll on him. He eventually just stopped showing up all together. Which is a shame, he’s a really talented artist. I wonder what he’s doing now. Besides uh, being missing. Dr. Hart: I see. So you think he began to miss because of his health issues? Mr. Ryan: That, and something else. Even before his seizures started that next year, he was different. I could tell something else was going on. His health issues didn't help. Dr. Hart: Physical health issues tend to induce mental health issues. If I'm right, he already had mental health issues, which was probably rather tough on him. Mr. Ryan: Yeah… I felt bad for him. Dr. Hart: What types of artwork did [Mx.] Everett do? Do you still have any of his club assignments? Mr. Ryan: Oh, I have a few. But obviously not with me. He did these really fun cartoony-style human drawings. He did this one piece with tons of colors and a figure with their head coming off. It was an assignment for a piece based on personal experience. It's the last illustration he submitted before his activity began to fully tank. Dr. Hart: I see. Mr. Ryan: Yeah. Like I said, he was a real talent. I … I hope you guys find him. Interviewed: Xander Wells (current friend) Mr. Wells: We… last met in person a few months ago. Their car got totaled early last month, so they haven't been able to go too many places. It has had to uber if he really needs it, but knowing him, he's primarily stayed in its house. Ordering things to the house. I offered to go to his place, or pick him up and drive to mine, or just be the one that drives us around, but he turned me down. Dr. Hart: Why do you think that is? Mr. Wells: Poor thing suffers from a boatload of issues. They assumed that I'd see it as a burden that he doesn't want to do the driving. I tried to insist, but he wasn't hearing it. I've been really worried about its mental state. Dr. Hart: Expand on that. Mr. Wells: He’s been withdrawing from social stuff. We’re in this Discord server together. They've been talking more in the vent channel. I messaged him about it privately, and it dodges the questions. They’ve said some really concerning things. Dr. Hart: Like? Mr. Wells: “It would be easier if I could just disappear”. “I wish I could scoop out my insides”. “I feel like cutting my arms into pieces”. Stuff like that. He does gore art work, and it’s beautiful. Usually he just draws his OCs- his characters. But recently the character they’ve been drawing looks like them. Dr. Hart: I see. So he’s been expressing the urge to hurt himself? Mr. Wells: [Nods] Yeah. I… I really miss him. I hope he’s alive. I… I need him to be alive. NOTICE: Mr. Wells discord profile has been identified as user telecryptid nicknamed 📺Local TV Man📺 Addendum 2-B: Interpersonal Relations Research indicates that in recent years, SCP-7262 had more online relationships than in person. Below are transcripts of conversations and posts on social media deemed relevant. For reference, the following are SCP-7262 accounts on each platform: Discord - gl1tt3rygutz - nicknamed <- Full of strawberries Private Instagram - mrdrmenowplz Server5: cool queer cats Channel: #general Date: 01/09/2022 bees 01/09/2022 5:02 pm Sup everyone 🦐🦐🦐🦐 01/09/2022 5:03 pm Afternoon ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:03 pm Hi!!! Oh yay, PKs6 working! it wasn't earlier (╥﹏╥) <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:04 pm It happens ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:04 pm GUTZ!!!!! (つ≧▽≦)つ <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:04 pm Hey Ayame ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:04 pm Hi! how are you doing, friend? <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:04 pm lol im doing ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 01/09/2022 5:05 pm Hey Gutz. Where’ve you been? <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:05 pm Around ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 01/09/2022 5:05 pm Specific. <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:05 pm Lmao Well, what’s up everyone I’ll catch up while I’m here 🦐🦐🦐🦐 01/09/2022 5:06 pm Mai had her puppies! ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:06 pm OMG PUPPIES YOU HAVE YO SEND PICTURES 🦐🦐🦐🦐 01/09/2022 5:06 pm I already did silly In #animalssss ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:07 pm Well Flower probably saw them, but I didn't! ｡ﾟ(இ ‸ இ✿)ﾟ｡ OMG SO CUTE（｡>‿‿<｡ ） <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:07 pm Cool They’re cute 📺Local TV Man📺 01/09/2022 5:07 pm Gutz !!!! You’re here! And you changed your avatar <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:07 pm Yep Why are you all so surprised bees 01/09/2022 5:08 pm I mean, it has been a few weeks <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:08 pm That’s not that long ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:08 pm Yes it is! We’ve missed you Ó╭╮Ò 📺Local TV Man📺 01/09/2022 5:08 pm Uh yeah it is <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:08 pm I missed you guys too 🦇goth husband🦇 01/09/2022 5:08 pm goddamnit I have to wake up early tomorrow Gutz are you gonna be here tomorrow I missed you man I like your avatar <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:08 pm maybe 🦐🦐🦐🦐 01/09/2022 5:09 pm Maybe? <- Full of Strawberries 01/09/2022 5:09 pm Look. I don't know okay ❤️🍓𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕖🍓❤️ 01/09/2022 5:10 pm Well we hope you’ll be here! (´；ω；`) 📺Local TV Man📺 01/09/2022 5:10 pm I’ll continue to message you every day even if you don’t reply I don’t know why you haven’t been around, but we all care about you Gutz 🦐🦐🦐🦐 01/09/2022 5:11pm Yeah, we’re here for you! ❤️ 👆 5 ❤️ 5 Channel: #vent Date: 02/24/2022 <- Full of Strawberries 02/24/2022 10:57 pm Erg @vent support I don’t know what to do I feel so empty. My dad was right. bees 02/24/2022 10:59 pm What happened? <- Full of Strawberries 02/24/2022 11:00 pm Just Everythung My boss got onto me today. Some woman complained that the fix I gave didn’t stick. It’s hard to explain, tech shit. It just. She was so disappointed. Because I’ve never made that mistake, she said she wasn’t mad. But that’s just worse bees 02/24/2022 11:01 pm I’m sorry :( I’m not sure what to say <- Full of Strawberries 02/24/2022 11:00 pm It’s fine 🦐🦐🦐🦐 02/24/2022 11:03 pm You’re great at your job! Everyone makes mistakes ❤️❤️ <- Full of Strawberries 02/24/2022 11:04 pm Thanks 📺Local TV Man📺 02/24/2022 11:04 pm Gutz do you wanna talk in DMs? <- Full of Strawberries 02/24/2022 11:04 pm Nah I’m fine Date: 02/24/2022 A post to SCP-7262's private instagram account. The post consists of an illustration of a humanoid figure resembling SCP-7262 plunging a kitchen knife into their abdomen, pulling out their organs. The figure is staring directly at the camera. The caption reads: "goals." The post has one comment from the account telecryptid reading: "please answer my calls" Date: 03/06/2022 Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:24 pm Gutz please talk to me gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:27 pm About what Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:27 pm Your drawings. Your vents. I’m becoming really concerned about you. What happened? gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:30 pm Nothing happened Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:31 pm Bullshit man Tell me please Im here for you want me to pick you up? I know you dont wanna spend on gas gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:33 pm no Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:33 pm sigh could you at least give me an idea? gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:33 pm my car got totaled Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:34 pm oh my god Gutz why didnt you tell me? you know I want to help you right? gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:33 pm I didnt wanna bother you Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:34 pm bother me, I dont care just please dont hurt on your own like you did a few years ago if you dont ask, ill find out whats happening and help anyway like I did a few years ago I love you man, I'd do anything for you You know that gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:36 pm … yeah Telecryptid 03/06/2022 9:36 pm is there anything I can do to help?? gl1tt3rygutz 03/06/2022 9:40 pm no Date: 04/15/2022 A post to SCP-7262's private instagram account. The post consists of two images. The first image consists of an illustration of a humanoid figure resembling SCP-7262 lifting their sweatshirt to reveal only their skeleton remaining as all other tissues, including skin and organs, were completely absent. The second image is a photograph of a pink box cutter7 with the blade dipped in pink paint. The post has four comments. telecryptid: are you okay telecryptid: please answer us telecryptid: are you alive flowergardensystem: gutz please :( Date: 04/14/2022 Xander 💙💜 look I know youre desperate but you dont have to go to him I could help you I mean I dont have that much money but pleaes gutz please dont do this youre not safe there I wish I wasnt out of town or id drive there and get you right now please dont do this please Channel: #no-response-vent Date: 04/15/2022 <- Full of Strawberries 04/15/2022 3:01 am Honestly fuck this fuck this for real I dont want to do this anymore I cant afford to fuckin live I wish just god I love you guys im sorry you were right Xander 📺Local TV Man📺 04/15/2022 3:01 am oh my god youre alive I don't care this is no response @<- Full of Strawberries answer my dms, answer my calls. @<- Full of Strawberries @<- Full of Strawberries @<- Full of Strawberries @<- Full of Strawberries please answer me Channel: #no-response-vent Date: 04/16/2022 📺Local TV Man📺 04/16/2022 7:17 am @<- Full of Strawberries when I get back home im going to your house Flowerpx🌸[🌸🌸] 04/16/2022 7:20 am … @<- Full of Strawberries Gutz? Date: 04/17/2022 Channel: #no-response-vent 📺Local TV Man📺 04/17/2022 4:01 am I don't know what I'm going to do im fucking miserable I want to go home I tried to book to leave early but there were no flights I swear to god when I get back in a few days, im coming im going to your house before mine please be alive still your post on instagram gave me hope if only for a second since I know ghosts dont post on instagram I need you to be alive Addendum 2-C: Familial Relations Research was done into SCP-7262’s family members. It was discovered that SCP-7262 was raised by its father Robert Everett with its mother Jane Everett absent. It was raised alongside its older brother Aaron Everett. SCP-7262’s father refused further interrogation claiming he wanted nothing to do with SCP-7262. Fortunately, it’s brother agreed to participate in questioning about SCP-7262. The resulting interview is documented below. ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: Aaron Everett INTERVIEWER: Dr. Hart [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hart: Hello, Mr. Everett. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Mr. Everett: No problem. I- it's been a bit since I've talked to Jon. I can't believe he's missing. I have no idea where he could've gone. Besides, you know. [hesitates] Dr. Hart: Yes? Mr. Everett: The afterlife. It would make sense if he just… couldn't take it one day. Dr. Hart: I see. Mr. Everett, is there anything going on in your brother's life that you think would cause him to attempt serious harm to himself? Mr. Everett: I mean, he has BPD. Everything makes him think that way. But, in particular… [hesitates] He called dad asking for money. Jon never asks dad for help. Dad told him to meet in person, so he ubered over there despite being broke. He must have been super desperate. I don't really know how the conversation went. But it didn't end in any money lent. That's all I know. Dr. Hart: I see. What type of relationship does your brother have with your father? Mr. Everett: They don't have one. Not now, anyway. Dad kicked him out of the house for being non-binary the second he turned 18. Literally, he woke him up at two in the morning and said he had twenty minutes to gather his belongings. Dr. Hart: That's terrible. Where did he go? Mr. Everett: He stayed with a friend until I moved out just a few months after. Then, he stayed with me until I helped with the funds for him to go to college. I-I don't know that much about his identity and stuff, but he's always gonna be my brother- er, I don't know what term he prefers. Anyway, I'll always care for him. I do my best to help him out. But, his recent financial troubles have been getting at him. He… he doesn't ask for help. I had to beg him to take the ride to college. Whatever happened made him desperate enough to ask dad. Dr. Hart: Are you still in regular contact with your father? Mr. Everett: No. Dad never officially cut me off or anything, but I kinda strayed from dealing with him as time went on. Because he's… [Mr. Everett points to his head with his index finger pointing outwards, moving his wrist in a circular motion.] Mr. Everett: I'm tempted to ask what happened. To ask my dad. But he'd probably give me some twisted version of the story. Jesus. I'd never forgive my dad if he's the reason I'll never see my brother again. I-I know he was on the ledge a lot… [sighs] this is all so nightmarish. Dr. Hart: Thank you for your time. You'll be updated if we have any updates. Mr. Everett: Thanks. I'd do anything to just ensure that he's safe. I… I hope you guys find him. [END LOG] ▲ Close Interview ▲ Addendum 3: Discord Logs The following logs were taken from the Discord server previously logged discovered after SCP-7262's entrance to the foundation. ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 04/26/2022 4:43 pm @📺Local TV Man📺 now that you're back home, do you have any updates on Gutz? Or, updates at all? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:43 pm No. Well not technically. I had some cop question me about them ❗️ 5 ‼️ 5 Flowerpx🌸[🌸🌸] 04/26/2022 4:43 pm YOU DID? AND YOU'RE JUST TELLING US? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:43 pm trying to not kms 💜 2 Flowerpx🌸[🌸🌸] 04/26/2022 4:43 pm im gonna dm you tv we're here for you 🦐🦐🦐🦐 04/26/2022 4:44 pm yEAH UH @📺Local TV Man📺 UPDATES? A COP IS GUTZ OKAY ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 04/26/2022 4:44 pm "No". 👆 5 ????? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:45 pm just give me a sec damn 🦐🦐🦐🦐 04/26/2022 4:44 pm @bees @ #1 shin simp🧣 @🦇goth husband🦇 @QUEEN OF CRINGE #1 shin simp🧣 04/26/2022 4:46 pm huh HUH WAIT TV FR? A PIG WHAT? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:46 pm Okay just let me speak This cop asked to interview me about Gutz it's a missing person Flowerpx🌸[🌸🌸] 04/26/2022 4:46 pm MISSING? oh my god… ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 04/26/2022 4:47 pm Is it even alive? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:47 pm They dont know. they were just asking me if I knew any reasons he'd run away. 🦇goth husband🦇 04/26/2022 4:47 pm Oh my god 🦐🦐🦐🦐 04/26/2022 4:47 pm Jesus he was venting a few days before he disappeared do you think he did it? 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:47 pm I have a key to its house I've been considering snooping around but I also dont wanna be caught because technically their house is a crime QUEEN OF CRINGE 04/26/2022 4:47 pm Oh my goodness Gutz… #1 shin simp🧣 04/26/2022 4:48 pm I'd do it. Fuck the cops, you know Gutz better than they do. 👆 2 QUEEN OF CRINGE 04/26/2022 4:48 pm Oh gosh, be careful if you do. ♕ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ ᑭᖇIᑎᑕE ♕ 04/26/2022 4:48 pm Please don't get arrested, TV. 🦐🦐🦐🦐 04/26/2022 4:48 pm Nah he won't, hes above the law lmao but yeah in all seriousness this is… rough bees 04/26/2022 4:49 pm woah woah hold on let me catch up 🦇goth husband🦇 04/26/2022 4:49 pm This is fucking insane I just god QUEEN OF CRINGE 04/26/2022 4:49 pm I… I really… I have faith guys that he's… that he's still alive. 👆 3 🦇goth husband🦇 04/26/2022 4:49 pm I… I want him to be alive. But did you see his last message it sounded pretty… Flowerpx🌸[🌸🌸] 04/26/2022 4:50 pm C’mon Damien, have faith! I agree with Lexi I don't think hes dead TV just please keep us updated! bees 04/26/2022 4:50 pm God yeah I really hope things are okay… 📺Local TV Man📺 04/26/2022 4:50 pm I will I'll let you all know NOTE: The following informed the Foundation that Xander Wells possesses a key to SCP-7262's house. Efforts to remove the key from his possession will go into effect as soon as possible. SCP-7262's social media is to be monitored in order to ensure that none of SCP-7262's peers attempt to investigate its whereabouts, with attention specifically on Mr. Wells. Addendum 4: ▼ Open Interview ▼ ▲ Close Interview ▲ Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-7262 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Stanley Diamond FOREWORD: The following interview was conducted SCP-7262's third week in containment. This interview took place in SCP-7262's containment unit. The objective of this interview was to learn SCP-7262's perspective newly learned information. [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Diamond enters SCP-7262's containment unit carrying a dinner tray.] Dr. Diamond: Evening, 7262. I was asked to give you your dinner since I was scheduled to come in here anyway. [Dr. Diamond sets the tray on the beside table.] SCP-7262: [quietly] I'm not hungry. Dr. Diamond: You need to eat. How are you feeling? SCP-7262: The same. The same as every other day. I don't want to be here anymore. Dr. Diamond: Well, I'm really sorry about that. But, we can't release you. It could be dangerous with an anomaly as unpredictable as yours. SCP-7262: This fucking sucks. I just- [trails off] Dr. Diamond: Well, I have some questions to ask you. We noticed while looking through your socials- SCP-7262: You went through my messages? Dr. Diamond: We needed to find any information that could help us find what events may have lead to why your anomaly manifested. We've noticed a topic that was mentioned a lot was your relationship with your father. And an alleged conversation that took place the day before your anomaly manifested. Could you elaborate on what happened? SCP-7262: I don't want to talk about what happened. Dr. Diamond: Alright, you don't have to. Next, I wanted to ask about your friends. SCP-7262: My friends? You mean the ones you're letting think I'm dead? Dr. Diamond: That's still being discussed. You seemed to grow distant from them, particularly in the last few months. SCP-7262: So? Dr. Diamond: It was clear that they cared a lot about you. They all seemed really worried about your mental decline. SCP-7262: I was just being a bother. They shouldn't have worried so much. Dr. Diamond: I… see. Specifically, I wanted to ask you about your relationship with Xander Wells. [SCP-7262 visibly flinches. It crosses its arms, turning its head away from Dr. Diamond.] SCP-7262: What about him? Dr. Diamond: From our research, he appears to care a lot about you. SCP-7262: Yeah. He does. I… I care a lot about him, too. [mutters something] [SCP-7262 was quiet for a moment.] SCP-7262: Why do you care? You're never gonna let me see any of them again. I'll never see them, I'll never see him! [SCP-7262's voice raises.] SCP-7262: Why did this have to happen to me? My dad always said people had to walk around eggshells on me, that I complain too much! So I try to not ask for help. The one time I asked for help it leads to this fucking mess! Dr. Diamond: Take a few deep breaths, 7262. It's going to- SCP-7262: Be okay? Fuck off with that bullshit! [SCP-7262 begins to cough, coughing up a lime green liquid. The skin and fabric on its throat and chest begins to decay, revealing its bones, which were wrapped in snapdragon flowers. Lime-green tears flow down its cheeks.] SCP-7262: Nothing is ever gonna be okay again! This is fucking miserable! I wanna go home! [SCP-7262 pounds its hands against the sides of the bed.] Dr. Diamond: We can pick this up later. [END LOG] NOTE: It has been decided to refrain from asking SCP-7262 further questions regarding its former friends. ▲ Close Interview ▲ ADDITIONAL NOTE: SCP-7262 has repeatedly asked for the permission to inform its friends of its status as alive. It is recommended to not explicitly deny its requests to attempt to preserve its mental health. Xander 💙💜 I don't know if you can see this but I love you and I wont stop looking until I find you ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7262" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7262. 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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It was allowed a notebook, crayons, dull colored pencils, and markers upon its cooperation with staff 2. Brand name: Seroquel. An antipsychotic medication. 3. Commonly refered to as "the whites of the eyes". 4. Peers, coworkers, past teachers, bosses (this includes its current boss previous to its entrance into the Foundation), and family members. 5. A "server" is how Discord separates its communities, not an actual server. 6. PK, known officially as "Plural kit" is a discord bot meant for the purpose of allowing users with Dissociative Identity Disorder to have individual proxies or profiles for their different identity states. 7. This item was identified as a box cutter owned by SCP-7262. When discovered, it had no evidence of paint on it. Instead, there was dried blood on the blade. |
SCP-7263 | neutralized | 1/7263 LEVEL 1/7263 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7263 neutralized SCP-7263, closely approximated Special Containment Procedures: Due to its manifestation conditions being impossible, SCP-7263 is considered neutralized. Personnel are to monitor the Dolomites for new Witnesses, may they arise. Description: SCP-7263 denotes a view of the sunset seen over Mount Seceda in Italy. Manifestations are identical, and can be confirmed by checking the following conditions: The Witness was alone, wearing nothing but light clothing, and carried no equipment; The Witness knew the prior Witness intimately; The Witness knew what they saw. Under these conditions, a new Witness may be confirmed. Accounts from all prior known witnesses have been provided below. Angie Whitoff Interviewed within her home. "Trips to the mountains were always father's favorite. Skiing, hiking, all the wonderous to-do of the occasion was all unbelievably to his fancy, and who could blame him. It was always the most glorious time when we had those family trips oh-so-long ago now. [She chuckles to herself.] I must tell you of the first time I tried skiing. Ohoho —yes. I was such a precious little girl with quite the high measure of myself, if you could believe that, and was not one to embrace fear at such a trifling danger as "sliding down snow" no —not at all. We all had our little toboggins back home, and in the odd chance we got an opportunity to take them out oh-my I would be the fastest to it on those cold mornings. Yes —haha. Oh and you're letting me get distracted. I was taken to it immediately of course, the skiing, and wanted to try something a little more, "difficult", per say. My mother dear, ever the prude to adventure —of course— planted herself firmly at the resort, tasking my father with the job of keeping me safe and sound in my quaint little hubris all bundled up sweet-as-I-was. Certainly from what little I've spoiled of him, he was not to complain at all, gleaming at the opportunity to brave the heights so early in the trip. Maybe looking back with some well earned hindsight I could call some of what he let me get away with at times "neglectful of my better health", but look at me now. Spry as a daisy, though, the evening has come as it will. Anyhow- To the top we flew at such speeds only a young memory can distort, and oh, what a distorted wonder lives on in my mind. Those shaking pines, that deep and yearning cliff face below; precipitous in my minds eye though clearly in front, below, and behind… Do you ever miss thoughts like that, dearie? I do. A world incomplete can be so scary, but we are creative beasts aren't we. We make magic, we tell tall tales, and of course, that must all stem from somewhere. Far away now. Far far away. He was not a fool, of course, so he did'nt just set me off down willy-nilly once we hit the top of that slope no— hohoho. No he did not. [She chuckles to herself.] Ever the, what shall I say… thoughtful man? Yes, that'll do- Ever the thoughtful man he threw back his ski poles and invited me to cling on, simple as that! So cling on I did and there we set, immediately bolting down that high old slope in the Dolomites. Tearing down straightaways, skirting bleak curves, painting a brushstroke wide and sharp and fast and —oh, by now you know words fail to capture the images found in a child's mind. It was exhilarating, feeling that cold chill suffuse my body, the steel in my legs meeting it with a mighty burn and all that flurry beating and pulsing wildly about within my small frame. Following, clinging, with all my might to the poles father held out behind. And yes, you can guess, a young girl tires. A young mind wanders and falters and confuses. Of course, yes I turned and looked for a moment to the sky and… A bounce in the leg. An invisible obstacle jolting me and making me lose my grip and tumble. And tumble I did so spectacularly you know the world inverted that day. Somersaults and rolls down and down and down and down and down and down… give or take 5 meters before I ground to a halt on the slope. Of course, this wasn't some terribly difficult, horrible, kill-your-uncle slope, no it was a very fair, middle of the road, safely glide to the end sort. I know- I know- but it wasn't me lying, not at all. Blame young Angie for the memories why don't you. [She chuckles.] My father caught wind quickly and swooped back around, waddling up the hill just a bit to little-old-me scrunched up crying in a ball on that slope. And you know what he did? Gave me one look over, patted me on the back, and said 'Get up!' Not a girl to disobey her father, I certainly did. You know men of his generation. He was wonderful but oh so conventional in many ways I'll let stay unspoken, perhaps. Bleary eyed and wailing I got to my feet once more, adjusted my skis and solidified my stance. Once more, my father offered his ski poles backwards and down down down we went. The proper way, as planned. Much faster than somersaulting most certainly. [She chuckles.] In a flash we reached the bottom of that hill, and my mind was sorting out such a world of a tizzy. Of course, the fall was at the forefront of my mind, but it was rapidly fading away to the mass of purely happy emotions I'd experienced around it. We approached mother and if I could tell you the glare she gave father —my oh my, yes— it could kill me twice over in the state you see me now, but of course, of course, it was father the brunt of that horrid glare and he stood unfazed with a bedraggled daughter in tow. She ran over, scolding him, checking me over, scolding me, scolding father again and still there I stood, saying nothing, just processing all that had just happened to me. Father leaned down, and with that piercing grin said, 'The little angel seems just fine to me, honey.' And she frustrated at that, of course. How dare he risk a little girl like that! She wasn't ready! She could have been horribly hurt! And- 'Can we go down again?' So the glare turned to me. Poor little Angie. Enough was enough, and mother brought me inside. [She is interrupted by the proctor and asked to get back on topic.] Ohoho— I never promised that it happened then did I? You must let an old woman indulge in flights of fancy you know, it's rude not to. I was getting there, you know. No need to rush. [She chuckles.] So, of course- Years went by. Trip after trip to that same old resort in the Dolomites. Often it was brought up that we should maybe get a little bit creative, travel to some resort a little more out of the way, see new paths, you know, you know, my father wouldn't have it. He loved that old resort. He loved those mountains. And I wouldn't complain, I loved them too. Up through my teens my passion for ski only grew. Tenfold, hundredfold, I'd say it's uncountable really what passion can muster within a woman. A young woman, turned Olympian, if you must know. And one day came, back on those slopes, where I offered my father a race. I inherited his hubris, quite obviously. I thought I'd beat him easily, really, and I still think I would have if it hadn't all happened then. We set up at the head of the most difficult, winding, off the beaten track path we could find, and we prepared ourselves for a whistle. [She pauses.] With the pitch high I bolted down the slope, weaving rapidly from tree to tree and out of my father's sight immediately. I was perfectly focused, barely thinking as I dodged under branch after branch, deftly avoiding knobbly snarling roots that begged to snatch at my skis and catapult me into the ground. I was a bird. One with my skis, with the forest, and the mountains, and everything around me. This is what I was built to do. This is what I was built to be. Every fiber in my bones every twinge in my nerves, it all just worked. Skiing was my all. My everything. Then I hit it. Nothing. Or at least, I saw nothing. I sensed nothing. Completely focused and free and that loathsome invisible obstacle just below the snow's surface jolted me, sending me flying up into the air and forward at full speed. Some of me hit a tree. I landed on a rock. [She pauses.] I came to who-knows-how-long later and was just aware enough of myself to take stock of the situation. I was still where I landed, blood on the snow and the patch growing and growing as time ticked away. With what little thought I could muster I tore off my jacket and found the bleeding wound, wracked with splinters, brushed off as many as I could and bound it to staunch the bleeding. Then I just sat there. Waiting. Getting colder and colder. [She pauses.] They say you see your life flash before your eyes in near death situations, but all I saw was snow. Down, around, everywhere. I'd lived immersed in it. It was all I had and I was sitting in it. Nothing needed to change for my mind to be at ease with death. My leg was broken. Certainly, horribly. I knew then more than I'm describing to you now. I can't muster it, you don't need to hear it. And half buried in snow, all that was left to see was up. Hour after hour sitting there. Barely there. Waiting. I saw the sunset over Seceda, with the thought that I'd never ski again. [She pauses.] It was dark by the time I heard a calling. A voice I couldn't recognize, not in that state. I made noise back, not the foggiest what I said, if it was even coherent in the slightest, but it was enough to get the attention of my savior. Father. We shared a look then. He knew how bad it was just as well as I did, but beyond that, I could feel something deeper. He felt it too, and gave half a smile in return. I could only grimace." Dorian Whitoff Interviewed within his home. "Still, even now, I can't fathom why she shafted me so hard with the will, I mean— After all I did for her! You know? [The proctor asks for him to calm down.] Right— yeah. You'll need a bit more context. [He pauses.] Tea? [The proctor refuses.] Alright… I don't have many concrete memories of my childhood. Vague trips. Spotty recollection of names. All that junk. Nada. What I do have is the muscle memory drilled deep into my brain and muscles. A blur, drill after drill learning all these different forms going down slope after slope after slope. I'm sure you can guess. It was blood sweat and tears and pain, and it was all I did for a good 10 years of my early life. But it was fine. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But to see mother happy. To smile, to break that grimace she'd wedged into her face was the wildest feeling I could ever had imagined. It came when I first finished a slope. It came with my first few wins. She mimicked it during events where she showed me off. Her little prodigy, standing there. A little smile. It got harder and harder find. And no. I'm not saying I won less. I'm not saying I got worse. No. I. Was. Incredible. But the thing is when you set the standard high. When you keep getting results. What happens? It gets… predictable. [He pauses.] It was a drought. Years and years of that same backbreaking work on the slopes. That hateful icy snow, the piercing cold I still feel deep in my bones every hour, minute, second of the day, sitting there, hoping that it would be enough. No. She wanted me to be an Olympian. I'd done all the rest. But she wanted me scouted. She needed me scouted. And for what? I don't know. I don't care. I bet it would have been easy for her to figure it out too. I know someone of you all got her story some 10-20 years ago. I know you probably went to Maggie before me and had a nice long drink in her big estate, I know. You know her. So I know that you know she had strings to pull. It didn't need to be difficult, but she had her pride, and she had that horrible fixation on Seceda. So what do you know? She hears about a fun contest set up. Pretty middling profile, a few competitors I'd butted heads with in the past involved, yes, but it just so happened that she knew an Olympic scout would be there while it was on and where oh where was it held? Seceda. [He pauses.] Early on she'd tell me stories of that resort. Stories of her dad, mostly, and all the wonderful fun she had skiing there. It's where she got her passion, she said, it's where she got the drive for skiing, yes, I don't doubt that at all. It's just… [He pauses for a long moment, taking a few breaths.] Typical. Typical of her and her antics. Her overarching games. Her tricks. Whatever you call it —precocious— bite me. Anyway. All aboard the plane to Italy. [He pauses.] Not much happened before the "big day" came. Some fancy meals, practice, meet ups with the other competitors, practice, dinner with the scout, practice. I'm sure you get the gist by now. But I- I don't have anything else. She left me nothing. Less than nothing, working up to what I have here from the negatives, do you get that? She gave me her passion and it didn't take. She gave me the resentment that came along and that did. The time comes to give me something physical? A pair of skis, the rest to Maggie. At least she helps with payments —bless her heart. But the day of the competition, yes. I bet you think I'm going to say something like, 'ooh noo, I bombed it when it mattered mate, ooh noooo' but no. Like I said, and credit to her —if there is any crumb of credit in the world due to her— I was taught by the best. I was the best. I killed it out there. The biggest success yet. Welcomed in open arms with a smile, and I felt absolutely nothing. [He pauses.] There was a big fancy banquet afterwards where I spoke to the scout again and he said something like, 'oooh good shit out there mate you're right swell at ski'in aren't ya oooh' and mother was still smiling and the food was horrible and sitting deep in my gut and I could feel it like a boulder growing and growing, filling a hollowed out husk of a man replacing everything it touched with bile. I don't know if a single thought broke through my head for the next hour of festivities. But at some point my mother stood up. A toast, something, a speech, a gloat. She started talking and I stood up loudly. Louder than her. I made myself known, yeah. And I quit. Officially. Ultimately. Quit. Then I stormed out the closest door, right onto the balcony. In all the heat, the confusion from the broken stupor, everything washing around in my mind like a whirlpool I tore off my suit jacket, closed the door, wrapped the jacket around the handles, jammed it shut with a chair, and strode to the end of the balcony. I felt the boulder in my stomach lurch, and I threw up my whole stomach down two storeys. [He pauses.] I stood leaning there for a bit, listening to the banging at the door, shouts asking me to open it all contrasted with the silence of the cold and open waste and the ground down in front of me. Flattened snow. Pummeled into the ground by countless, hundreds of skiers pushing over and over. I leaned down some more, psyching myself up as I adjusted to the weight now emptied from my gut. I was close to falling, so I braced myself, then in one quick motion swung my head up and opened my eyes. And in that moment, I saw the sunset over Seceda, empty and shaking, knowing I'd never have to ski again. [He pauses.] I stumbled a bit to the side and leaned on my arm, feeling weightless for the first time in years and struggling to adjust. I turned around and looked mother straight in the eye. It's strange, really. I don't know if I was even capable of making any expression at that point, but when our eyes met I could swear her grimace deepened. [He pauses.] That's what you wanted to know right? It's not like I changed Mother at all, she just switched her sights to Maggie. [He pauses.] But there you have it, I'll see you to the door." Hunter Whitoff Interviewed on his deathbed. "Oh, Dorian. [He lets out a mournful sigh.] He tried so hard to make life work, but life leaves some people so battered and bruised it's a wonder they even get around at all. [He pauses, with a smile.] His mom, you know. She was quite the piece of work! Had to meet her once, and- [He laughs which breaks into a coughing fit, which trails off after a few seconds.] Ugh- just know it didn't go well at all. [He pauses, looking far out the window.] Back when he 'hopped the pond' —as he liked to say— anything could have happened. Anything could have happened, but it just so happened that we met. It was at a bar. He was drunk, and wouldn't shut up about his dreams of starting some sort of small shop. He had no clue what sort, but he was so adamant on becoming a fixture. God, he was always like that. Abstract. Seeing his plans collide with reality… It never failed to make me laugh. He was so lucky I could manage the numbers. [He laughs before trailing off, distant once more.] It's hard to get it, really, when it hasn't happened yet, but I didn't realize how deeply I adored his presence. His aimless plans, his competitive nature —board game nights were wild can I tell you that— but everything that he had of himself I couldn't help but adore. He was here. He was so incredibly here. Then he wasn't. Car crash- if you heard about it. His decades long run on sentence; period. [He pauses.] The night he died, it was just… Nothing. Silence. Waiting. He was just, gone. So I stood there at the window, watching cars go by, counting license plates and makes and colors and anything simple and methodical to keep my brain in motion. Hours went by, keeping myself sane with the most inane little coping methods, when I just happened to tilt my head up. I don't know how. I don't know why, but I saw the sunset over Seceda, for just that one moment, painted against the sky. I saw the sunset over Seceda, and I knew I'd never see Dorian again. [He smiles.] But that's how it goes, right?" |
SCP-7264 | apollyon | LightlessLantern SCP-7264: Theatre of Divinity Item No: SCP-7264 Render of a theatre passageway Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7264 is held in a standard containment locker at Site-26, protected by a GAARDER Security Code. Page 257 must be read a minimum of once weekly, with personnel limited to a maximum individual exposure of one hour per session and 10 hours per year. Overseer Command has approved emergency measures for the imminent Tashkent-Class “Cross-Pollination” Scenario1 related to the anomaly. Description: SCP-7264 is a small hardback book, 257 pages in length, describing the interior of Penmynydd Hall, a former home of the Tudor royal dynasty located on the Isle of Anglesey, Wales. Though SCP-7264 is visually similar to modern non-anomalous books, its pages are composed of vellum and have been radiocarbon dated to the late 15th Century. The contents of the initial 256 pages appear non-anomalous and are consistent with the current state of Penmynydd Hall. Though photographs and video recordings of page 257 show it to be completely blank, human observers report the presence of a large quantity of printed text, similar in tone and style to the non-anomalous pages. Page 257 begins by describing a small red door in the basement of Penmynydd Hall. It states this door cannot be locked and, if closed, would eventually open, displacing any obstructions in its way. SCP-7264 then focuses on the passageway accessed through this door, eventually exiting through a yellow door behind the stage backdrop of a large theatre, stated to be located outside baseline reality. The theatre and its contents are frozen in a temporary, though initially believed permanent, state of temporal isolation and contraction. Despite its extradimensional location, the building's construction and decoration share many aspects with the early European Renaissance, including a proscenium-style stage and multiple seating galleries. Physical examination of the temporally frozen entities occupying these galleries is impossible due to the theatre displaying and inducing abnormal internal geometries; discovered passageways exhibit self-intersecting hyperbolicity and extended exploration causes readers to develop severe organ distension followed by non-fatal transmutation of the intestines into partially fired clay and kaolinite. The only readily accessible areas are the stage and the stalls. The former is empty except for a small pile of exsanguinated human corpses in the underground storage section. These corpses wear similar uniforms to those assigned to the founding cohort of His Majesty’s Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria, though with minor deviations; the embroidered warding sigils have been burned off and replaced with sacrificial binding runes. The stalls are empty of seats and only contain a set of four white wooden chairs, designated SCP-7264-1 through -4. These surround a large oval banquet table, positioned with the major axis parallel to the stage curtain. SCP-7264-1 is on the side of the table farthest from the stage. It is the largest chair and consistently described as the designated seat for an extremely powerful monarch. The backrest of the chair is engraved with a coat of arms, unidentifiable due to heavy damage from several hooks embedded in the wood. Descriptions of SCP-7264-1 focus heavily on its use as a restraint, though fail to specify whether any entity is seated in it. At irregular intervals, SCP-7264-1 has been described as "broken" and "a failure", with little explanation except repetition to the point of unintelligibility. SCP-7264-2 is stationed to the left of SCP-7264-1 and described as the seat of the monarch’s most trusted consul. In all readings, a thin, black-clothed humanoid entity has been seated in the chair, with attempts at further physical analysis causing the reader to develop large fungal growths within their lungs over the next hour. Consumption of extracted growths results in extended hallucinations of abandoned theatres similar to that described by SCP-7264, though testing is ongoing to confirm whether these effects are anomalous. A minority of Foundation personnel have claimed that another four wooden chairs are present in the areas behind and flanking SCP-7264-1 and SCP-7264-2, with exact positions varying between readings. Detailed analysis has failed due to personnel suffering sudden convulsions while regurgitating large volumes of partially digested food and blood, neither of which are a match for the relevant reader's dietary habits nor genetic material. SCP-7264-3 is positioned on the side closest to the stage, directly opposite SCP-7264-1, and is described as belonging to a nobleman, vastly weaker than the monarch seated in SCP-7264-1. The backrest of this chair is engraved with the coat of arms of the royal house of Windsor, though SCP-7264 has stated that it was originally engraved with the coat of arms of King Henry VII of England. A large sheet of vellum is placed in front of SCP-7264-3, fixed to the table by 30 large iron nails. Portions of the sheet have been damaged by the effects of SCP-7264-4, but the remainder outlines an agreement wherein an unnamed nobleman would receive monetary aid and weaponry from a beneficiary, in aid of fighting a war against a ruling king. In return for this aid, the beneficiary would be provided with the deposed king as a living tribute. If the nobleman should lose or become unable to fulfil the terms of his agreement, his life, descendants, supporters, and all land ever under his control would be forfeited to the beneficiary. SCP-7264-4 is positioned in the centre of the banquet table, directly facing SCP-7264-1. A naked human male is seated in SCP-7264-4, with nails embedded in its wrists, ankles, and chest. The only other injury is a large branding on its upper right thigh depicting a crowned serpent devouring a greyhound while a boar kneels in front. Unlike the other injuries, this branding is believed to be self-inflicted due to its similarity to other known ritualistic methods of swearing allegiance to a powerful anomalous entity. The back of SCP-7264-4 is engraved with the coat of arms of King Richard III of England, though additionally surrounded by a depiction of a large coiled animal, possibly a snake or worm. This engraving is covered with an unidentified red liquid which regularly seeps and flows from the wood, despite the theatre's contracted temporal state. Following reports of changes in the contents of page 257, researchers have determined this liquid to be the centre of an expanding sphere of temporal linearisation, causing exposed entities to be brought out of temporal isolation and become able to interact with their surroundings. This has already been observed with the vellum sheet and iron nails decaying and rusting due to the adverse effects of the theatre's geometry. The human male has partially linearised and repeatedly attempts to communicate with the entities surrounding it, though appears to be unaware of the existence of the reader and the perspective of SCP-7264. Analysis of its statements and threats have confirmed previous suspicions regarding its identity. Investigation by Foundation personnel has been unable to determine whether the civilian exhumation of King Richard III's corpse represents a breach of containment or evidence of historical disinformation procedures by an external group. SCP-7264 was discovered by Foundation agents during their exploration of a decommissioned British Occult Service storage building. Accompanying it were expurgated documents created by His Majesty’s Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria, detailing the creation and use of several powerful alchemical rituals at Penmynydd Hall following Henry VII's victory at the Battle of Bosworth Field and subsequent accession to the throne of England in 1485. The full contents of these files are stated as being historically restricted to the reigning monarch and their approved councillors. Whether similar restrictions are currently in force is unknown; investigation by embedded agents has found no mentions of Penmynydd Hall in the modern British Occult Service database. No evidence exists to confirm the anomalous contents of SCP-7264. Foundation investigation has found no door under Penmynydd Hall, though excavation of the basement uncovered a printing press, heavily stained with blood from multiple persons and engraved with a lyrical exhortation for an unknown individual's permanent imprisonment. Extensive mould growth and insertion of metal hooks into internal portions of machinery have rendered the printing press permanently unusable. Footnotes 1. Wherein the interaction between two anomalous objects of radically different type will result in an imminent alteration of reality or the eradication of all human life. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7264" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7265 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7265 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its large nature and population, SCP-7265 is impossible to fully evacuate. Containment efforts should therefore focus on instances of SCP-7265-1. Instances of SCP-7265-1 are to be immediately evacuated and surrounded by opaque fencing, under the guise of being a sinkhole, construction zone, or similar industrial hazard. Two (2) watchtowers should also be erected at the site. Two (2) Class 2 personnel should be assigned to guard each instance of SCP-7265 from the watchtowers, and should appear to be police officers. If a civilian approaches, the guards should first issue a verbal warning. If the civilian continues to approach, they should then be amnesticized and moved several kilometers away from the area. All guards assigned to an instance of SCP-7265 are to be rigorously trained and informed of the anomalous nature of SCP-7265. They are to undergo at least one (1) month of training at Training Site 18, and are to undergo Training Protocol Alpha. This involves, primarily, water-deprivation resistance training. Personnel are only allowed to serve as guards for SCP-7265 sites once they have personally been deemed fit by Location Overseer Landon. All guards for SCP-7265 sites should be given four (4) months of vacation for every one (1) month spent guarding SCP-7265, and are entitled to free counselling. Description: SCP-7265 is used to connote an approximately 150-kilometer-square area of desert in the southwestern United States of America, encompassing parts of Nevada, Utah, and Arizona. This area is presided over by Location 18, a remote research outpost in the Mojave Desert overseen by James Landon. Within SCP-7265 are an indeterminate number of SCP-7265-1. Currently, nine (9) instances of SCP-7265 have been discovered. SCP-7265-1 presents as a cylindrical area (typically 30 to 50 meters in diameter, with apparently no height limit) in which entities will become unnaturally thirsty, and will remain thirsty even if a large amount of water is consumed. Multiple D-Class personnel who were placed inside an instance of SCP-7265-1 reported being drawn toward the center of the area and have stated that, at the time, they were firmly convinced they would find water there. Subjects inside an instance of SCP-7265-1 also refused to drink any water offered to them from outside the zone of influence, calling it words like "inferior" and "impure." In instances where personnel were forcefully inundated, they became violently ill and continued moving towards the center of the area. Upon reaching the center, all entities begin to furiously dig in the sand, and continue doing so until death or forceful removal from the area. Once outside of SCP-7265-1, D-Class personnel reported feeling all signs of thirst fade (except for those that would be deemed normal, considering the environment). After approximately half an hour of digging, entities in SCP-7265-1 will begin to eat the sand and gravel around them, loudly proclaiming it to be the "milk of the gods," among other things. Death typically follows shortly. Autopsies show that death is invariably caused by extreme organ damage, far worse than what would be expected from the ingestion of sand and small pieces of rock. Entities who remain within an approximately one (1)-kilometer radius of an instance of SCP-7265-1 for longer than approximately four (4) hours report feelings of intense thirst that do not subside after drinking water. Because of this, guards assigned to an instance of SCP-7265-1 typically undergo extreme mental duress. To date, five (5) guards have willfully entered the instance of SCP-7265-1 they were guarding, despite knowing what would happen if they did so, in what seemed to be apparent suicides. Other guards have requested transfer after experiencing recurring dreams of a large oasis of water located in the center of the instance of SCP-7265-1 they were guarding. To date, SCP-7265 is believed to have caused the deaths of 39 people, 27 of which were in one cohort. See the Private ████████ Bodycam Video Log. + Private ████████ Bodycam Video Log - Close Private ████████ Bodycam Video Log Date: [REDACTED] Unit Documented: [REDACTED] Platoon, [REDACTED] Regiment, United States Marines The following consists of footage taken from the bodycam of Private ████ ████████, a United States Marine. The footage documents said platoon conducting a routine training exercise. All bodies and footage related to the event have been confiscated by the SCP, and all members of the platoon are currently listed as missing, presumed dead. For clarity, all Marines excepting Private ████████ and First Lieutenant ████████ will be referred to as A-1 through -25. [BEGIN LOG, TIMESTAMP 23:51] Private ████████'s platoon, comprised of 27 Marines, are sitting in a helicopter, hovering approximately 30 feet above the desert floor, at geographic coordinates ████████ ████████. First Lieutenant ████████ kicks two fast-ropes out the open side of the helicopter. First Lieutenant ████████: Move it, boys! You're on the clock! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Private ███████: (muttering) Jesus Christ, him and his clock. All Marines in the helicopter fast-rope to the ground. The helicopter overhead leaves. F.L. ████████: Night goggles on, boys. We're in and out, two hours. Rendezvous is half an hour from our hit point. You should have the coords to memory. Hit point is two miles south. I want eyes up, goggles down, safety off. If any of you sons of bitches so much as coughs, I'll have your ungrateful ass court-martialed. Understand? ALL: Sir, yes, sir! F.L. ████████: Good. Move out. (The platoon walks in silence for the next fifteen minutes. At timestamp 24:12, the platoon stops five meters away from the edge of SCP-7265-1-7.) F.L. ████████: Alright, boys. You've had an easy enough night. I want tactical formation, two by two, for the next mile. Eyes and ears up. ████ [A-9] and ██ [A-15], head us off. (The Marines pair off into a predetermined formation and begin to walk in a file, with approximately three meters of space between each pair. At timestamp 24:14, A-9 and A-15 enter SCP-7265-1-7, followed by A-2 and A-20, then Private ███████ and his partner, A-18. A-9 begins to cough.) F.L. ████████: What the fuck did I say about noise? Who is that? (All Marines inside SCP-7265-1-7 begin to cough.) F.L. ████████: You think this is a fucking joke? If you're going to cough, cough into my goddamn face! (F.L. ████████ enters SCP-7265-1-7. Once inside, he appears to stiffen, then begins coughing. All Marines inside SCP-7265-1-7 break formation and begin to move toward the center of the area. The other Marines remain outside SCP-7265-1-7.) A-21: (muffled) The hell do we do? A-7: (muffled) I mean, they're all walking that way. Maybe this is one of those dumbass loyalty tests. A-3: (muffled) Shit, you think? I've heard about those. I hear that if you fail, they DD [dishonorably discharge] you or something. Screw it, I'm cutting my losses. A-24: (muffled) I don't know. This is … weird. Aren't loyalty tests supposed to be about bravery under fire or something? A-19: (muffled) Loyalty is loyalty. C'mon, guys, you know what they say. A Marine can never be too loyal. I'm following. (All Marines except for A-24 and his partner, A-10, can be heard entering SCP-7265-1-7. They begin to cough and make their way towards the center of the area. Shortly thereafter, Private ███████ reaches the center of SCP-7265-1-7, turns to face A-24 and A-10, and begins to dig.) A-24: What the fuck, guys? A-10: Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke? (There is no response. Private ███████ and the other Marines continue to dig in silence for the next six minutes. At timestamp 24:23, A-10 suddenly discharges his gun twice into the air. F.L. ████████ looks towards the noise. He appears to be crying silently.) F.L. ████████: (faintly) So … thirsty. (A-10 and A-24 begin a heated discussion, out of microphone range of the bodycam. At time stamp 24:25, A-10 throws a canteen filled with water towards the digging Marines. A-8 hurriedly unscrews it and begins drinking from it, but then starts choking and appears to vomit repeatedly.) A-8: Broken! Broken! Impure filth! A-24: That's it. I'm radioing this in. A-8: Beware of false prophets! I know you by your fruits! A-10: Yeah, call it - (A-8 fires two bullets into A-10's head, killing him. A-24 begins to run and A-8 fires five more bullets at him, three of which hit. A-24 collapses and writhes on the ground for two minutes before dying. The Marines continue to dig in silence. At timestamp 24:50, the Marines collectively begin to eat the sand.) A-20: (muttering) Beautiful … golden nectar … (The Marines in SCP-7265-1-7 continue to ramble, mostly nonsensically, for the next twenty minutes. At timestamp 01:11, A-8 [located directly next to Private ████████] vomits blood, keels over, and appears to die.) F.L. ████████: He has it! He has it! The nectar! The milk! The honey! Private ████████: Mine! Mine! (Private ████████ begins to lap at the vomited blood while panting heavily. A-25 runs toward Private ████████ and is shot by A-2. Private ████████ shoots A-2 in the chest before being shot twice in the back. Ballistics analysis later revealed the bullets to have come from A-9's gun. Private ████████ collapses and dies, burying the bodycam in the sand. Sporadic gunfire continues for thirty seconds. Nineteen Marines are shot to death. The survivors can be heard eating sand for the next fifteen minutes before all vomit blood and die within ten seconds of each other.) [END LOG] - Close |
SCP-7266 | archon | Item #: SCP-7266 Special Containment Procedures: It has been determined that allowing SCP-7266 to proceed is the best possible course of action. However, Researcher Clark is to remain at Site-55 for the duration of SCP-7266. Description: SCP-7266 is the designation given to an annual phenomenon affecting Researcher Simon Clark. At exactly 8:00am on October 8th, Clark instantly demanifests for up to eight hours, later remanifesting at the same spot from which he had disappeared. Upon remanifesting, Clark typically carries a number of items within a plastic bag; items found within these bags usually include but are not limited to: Various bags of candy; Food containers, usually holding a slice of a Black Forest Cake;1 Numerous types of firecrackers; Varying amounts of United States currency. Despite being questioned numerous times, Clark has been unable to explain why he is subject to SCP-7266 or what occurs during his absence. Use of mnestic treatment has thus far failed to recover memories. Addendum 7266.1: Containment Efforts Due to the potential risk posed to Clark, numerous proposals were enacted in order to contain the anomaly. Notable proposals are archived below. Proposal: Assign one guard to observe Clark in a testing chamber during an SCP-7266 event. The subject watching Clark is to be treated with Class Y mnestics. Result: At 7:50 am, the guard assigned to watching Clark underwent an unprecedented dissociative episode. Upon regaining lucidity, the guard reported that Clark had disappeared. Notes: The testing chamber's camera footage corrupted for twenty minutes at 7:50 am, clearing up at 8:10 am to reveal that Clark had disappeared. The room was left empty but the cameras remained on to attempt to capture Clark's remanifestation at 2 pm; however, the cameras similarly malfunctioned again from 1:55 pm until 2 pm. Attempts to access the testing chamber by security personnel were met with failure until 2 pm. Upon remanifesting, Clark reported feeling a sense of anxiety. Proposal: Strap Clark to a chair and administer mnestics via automatic injection prior to demanifestation. Result: Clark was administered mnestics at 7:59 am via machine. Immediately following this, a bright light appeared in the room and the restraints on his arms and wrists were heard coming undone. The light and Clark disappeared at 8:00 am. Notes: Clark remanifested haphazardly strapped to the chair at 2:00 pm. Toxicology screenings indicated his blood alcohol level was approximately .15%. Clark was notably distressed upon remanifestation, and stated that he does "not drink, especially not enough to get drunk." He was permitted to take the remainder of the day off to recover. Mnestics were not found to be effective at recalling anything occurring from the time of his disappearance and the time of remanifestation. Proposal: Equip Clark with a suit capable of recording audio and video prior to an SCP-7266 event. Result: The suit's recording software immediately became damaged as soon as the SCP-7266 event occurred. Only a few corrupted segments of recorded video/audio were able to be recovered. Notes: Recovered video showed a brightly lit, spacious room obscured by an unknown object. The recovered audio consists of an unintelligible, rhythmic chanting. Clark once again reported feeling anxiety upon remanifestation. Notably, Clark remanifested with a .04% alcohol blood level, but was not intoxicated. Proposal: Place Clark in a testing chamber with numerous active Scranton reality anchors prior to an SCP-7266 event. Result: See incident 7266-A. Addendum 7266.2: Incident 7266-A On October 8th, 2022, Site-55 underwent a local reality failure scenario between the hours of 8:00 am and 2:00 pm. No personnel present at the Site are capable of recalling what occurred between the aforementioned hours2, save for Researcher Clark. The following is a log of an interview carried out with Clark in order to understand the circumstances behind SCP-7266. Interviewed: Researcher Simon Clark Interviewer: Doctor Roberto Santos <BEGIN LOG> Santos: Okay, so just so we're clear here, you can actually remember it this time? Clark: Yeah! And I'm surprised none of you do. Santos: Why is that? Clark: Well, for starters you were all there. Santos: What do you mean by 'all'? Clark: All of you. Everyone. Santos: So you're telling me everyone in this Site partook in this SCP-7266 manifestation. Clark: Yes. You, Director Alder, Doctor Everwood, Thereven, even the anomalies. Señor Taste, Señor Boom, and Mr. Laugh were all there. Santos: Where is 'there', anyway? Clark: The Site cafeteria. Santos: Sounds like it would be a tight fit for everyone in the Site to be there at the same time. Clark: That was part of the anomaly. It got bigger for everyone to fit inside. Santos: And why didn't we find the anomalies outside of containment when SCP-7266 was over? Clark: Because they all went back to their containment chambers before it was over. Santos: Uh-huh. And I suppose all the staff just went back to their station before SCP-7266 finished as well? Clark: Yes. [Silence on the recording.] Clark: Please don't look at me like that. I'm not lying, I swear! Santos: I have no recollection of the past few hours and neither does anyone else I've spoken to. You're the only one who does. I don't know if you would lie to me, but I have a firm suspicion that there's something you're not telling me here. Clark: Why is that? Santos: A good number of staff are reporting headaches, nausea, and a degree of exhaustion following SCP-7266. I myself am not feeling the best right now, either. You displayed similar effects last year and the year before that. Plus everyone we've had run through a BAC test returns confirmation of alcohol consumption. Including you. Clark: Yeah, so? Santos: What exactly did everyone do during SCP-7266, Simon? Clark: I don't know if I'm really comfortable talking about it. Santos: Do I need to get the mnestics again? Maybe they will jog your memory a little. Clark: Ugh, please no more of those. They taste like horse piss. Santos: So I'm told. But anyway, there's something you're not telling me, and we aren't leaving this office until you come clean. Clark: I really don't know if I want to talk about it. It's a personal thing. Santos: Fine. But if you won't tell me, Director Alder won't be happy. And she's already nursing quite the headache from this little situation, so I don't know if she will be lenient with you. [Clark sighs.] Santos: So, Simon, tell me about SCP-7266. Clark: It… It's my birthday party. Santos: Your… birthday party? [The sound of papers shuffling is audible.] Santos: Your file says your birthday is January 1st. Why would SCP-7266 celebrate your birthday now? Clark: I purposefully filled it in wrong when I was hired. Santos: Why didn't you ever tell anyone that October 8th is your birthday? Hell, I've been working with you on SCP-7266 for years and I only just found out. Clark: It's personal. Santos: You better have a good reason or I swear I'm going to smack you with this clipboard. Clark: I do! It's personal! Santos: Simon, I'm your friend. Clark: Don't pull that on me… Come on… Santos: You come on. Clark: Ugh. Santos: Tell me or I'll have Elliot come in here and force-feed you mnestics. Clark: Okay, okay, fine! Santos: I knew those mnestics would be good for something, hehe. Clark: It's… complicated. Santos: Well, out with it already. Clark: Okay. I grew up a Jehovah's Witness. We didn't celebrate birthdays, holidays, or really anything for that matter. [A light thump is audible.] Clark: Ow! Santos: That's what you get for giving me and everyone else headaches over your birthday anxieties. Why didn't you think to tell me that? Clark: I just… I don't know. I guess I didn't want to believe that it was linked to my past like that. I was desperate to get away from the faith when I left, so thinking about it makes me feel weird. Santos: Ah, so you no longer practice. Clark: God, no. Santos: I see. [Silence on the recording.] Santos: Huh. So that explains that. Clark: What? Santos: Why you always felt anxious when you came back. Clark: I guess it's because a part of me feels guilty that I've celebrated my birthday now, and I subconsciously knew about it, I suppose. Santos: Is the faith really that strict? Clark: My parents would get really mad at me for even bringing birthday party invitations home. It seemed like such a bad thing to do as a kid that I guess it's been forever ingrained into my brain. Oh God, they would be so angry if they found out about this. Santos: I think they would understand; this isn't something that you can control. Clark: I doubt it. They're already disappointed that their daughter turned out to be a son. All I can think about is how everyone at the Kingdom Hall would be disappointed in me. I can feel their stares… Ugh. Santos: You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Simon. You're the victim of an anomaly. Clark: I guess… but I enjoyed myself. Santos: I take it you've always wanted to have a birthday party? Clark: Yeah. Even after I left the faith I still didn't celebrate my own birthday for some reason. Call it suppressed trauma I guess. And now suddenly I got to spend some time with my friends, you know, drinking, talking, dancing, having fun… It feels… nice. Santos: Shame no one else remembers it. Clark: I think what matters is that I do. I think I'm going to ask for my birthday off next year. Maybe go to a bar. I've never done that before. Santos: I hope you have fun then. Clark: Are we done here? Santos: Sort of. We're probably going to classify this as Archon since we don't know if it's going to happen again, but we'll probably want to keep you under supervision. The only mystery now is figuring out who or what keeps taking you out on these birthday benders every year, but I think I have an idea as to how to stop it. Clark: Mind sharing it? Santos: Not yet. I need to workshop it. Clark: Alright. Thank you for not being mad at me, by the way. Santos: It's no problem. Clark: Either way, thank you. [The sound of a chair moving back is audible.] Santos: Oh, Simon? Clark: Yeah? Santos: Happy birthday, kid. <END LOG> Addendum 7266.3: Proposed Special Containment Procedures Update Special Containment Procedures: Site-55 is to hold a yearly birthday party for Researcher Simon Clark in the Site cafeteria. The party is to be held on October 8th starting at 8 am and ending at 2 pm. Black Forest cake is to be prepared by the Site cafeteria ahead of time and the SCP-7266 budget is to be used to purchase party supplies. All personnel are encouraged to attend. Footnotes 1. Notably, this is Clark's favorite kind of cake. 2. Additionally, security cameras were unable to record details of Incident 7266-A, as they were all destroyed by the onset of the event. 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SCP-7267 | safe | Item #: SCP-7267 Special Containment Procedures: Once an SCP-7267 instance is triggered, cameras must be manually manoeuvred in order to gain a clear recording of the event. Warnings have been added to previously erected signage by the Federal Government of Brazil; due to age, official condemnations of the property have deteriorated and are largely illegible. Urban explorers, squatters and opportunists are to be left undisturbed if intruding on the property, as they may trigger SCP-7267 events integral to research progress. Description: SCP-7267 is a series of related anomalous phenomena occurring within the grounds of Colégio Santo António secondary school, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. SCP-7267 events involve incongruences between the present physical state of the school and a suspected previous state in the property’s history, often additionally manifesting spectral presences and unexplained movements. Witnesses of these events experience abnormal effects to their emotional and mental states, such as dissociation from reality, insertion of foreign memories and thoughts, auditory and visual hallucinations, and in rare cases, extreme lucidity. Exploration of the building reveals significant detritus accumulated inside the school and its external facilities. The first floor is littered with papers, folders and school bags, whilst the second floor is largely empty of clutter. All first and second-floor windows have been broken. Notably, only a small number of first-floor rooms have glass shards covering the floor space in front of windows, implying windows were shattered from the outside. Many of the school’s doors are heavily obstructed with makeshift barricades formed from available debris, including chairs and desks from nearby classrooms. The school’s extended grounds are overgrown but comparatively undisturbed. Historical Information: Due to the recent discovery of SCP-7267, there is little first-hand Foundation documentation regarding the school and its surrounding property, as well as the age of the SCP-7267 anomaly. According to Government records1, in May 1968 the Brazilian Ministry of Education and Culture (Ministério da Educação e Cultura) pushed a renewed education scheme, involving the building of new schools and introduction of a new curriculum. The budget for the school was redirected to other projects and soon after the school lacked the necessary funding to remain open. Following the opening of alternative secondary schools in the local area after the dissolution of the Fifth Brazilian Republic in 1985, the building was never re-established. The school was deemed unsafe for use due to structural decay and the presence of asbestos and was eventually permanently condemned. Upon initial exploration of the building, no anomalous phenomena were observed. This result was consistent with the school’s anomalous history (or lack thereof), however, frequent local legends prevented the Foundation from disregarding the school as an active anomaly. Two months following this, a video containing the school was posted to a public forum and was subsequently flagged. The individuals responsible could not be found. Footage begins with the individuals approaching the school, presumably after bypassing the front gate. The video timestamp displays 18:27. The sun is setting on the right of the school, while the left side is heavily shadowed. The pair reach the front entrance, large double doors without windows. After repeated failed attempts at ingress, the second individual notices a broken window on the right side of the school and climbs through. The cameraman follows. They enter into a large office space, illuminated through the windows on the right wall. The room is littered with glass and papers, and the imprint of a chair and desk, both now absent, can be observed on the floor. The two move on, exiting the room by a door at the far left end. They emerge into a foyer, comparatively dark due to a lack of windows. They both activate flashlights. On their left, the front entrance can now be seen, a mass of deteriorated chairs and desks barricading the double doors, in addition to dirt and debris. The corridor walls are covered in graffiti, on top of the peeling paint. Situated opposite the office door is a hallway leading further into the building. The two men travel down the corridor, encountering little of note save for two minor events. While exploring the cafeteria, a loud metallic bang is heard from the kitchen; upon inspection, a cooking tray was found to have fallen off the counter. Inside the library, the sound of crunching is audible with every step; a plume of dust draws the cameraman’s attention. Returning to the foyer, the two men approach the barricade. The second one grabs a broken chair leg and begins prodding the pile, but in doing so he upturns a broken desk, revealing a large nest of scorpions. Both men exclaim and lurch back from the infestation. The cameraman stumbles and drops the recording device, however, it is held on their person presumably by a neck strap.2 Suddenly, the corridor walls are plastered with posters displaying phrases illegible due to motion blur but clearly repeating. There are red strokes of spray paint overlapping in sweeping lines on the walls, in crude formations of words. The camera stutters; the two panic and frantically enter the office, moving towards the entrance window. In the darkness, they climb through and begin running. They turn back to look at the school—great smoke plumes are rising from the roof and dark silhouetted figures enter through windows and doors; there is a stampeding noise, and shouting from the second floor. The camera pans away and the footage ends. After this occurrence, the school was immediately blacklisted and Special Containment Procedures were established. The following is a list of notable documented SCP-7267 occurrences. Addendum 7267.2: Events DATE EVENT 12th March 2008 A cat enters the school through a broken window. Soon after, the school’s bell system activates and begins ringing periodically throughout the day, despite the electrical wiring within the school being nonfunctional for over 20 years prior to the event. The final ring is at 13:00. 9th April 2008 A tree falls, disturbing a flock of birds which fly towards the roof of the school. Upon touching the roof, the birds immediately panic, flying in circles and dispersing away from the building. 25th April 2008 A silhouette stands by a first-floor window for four minutes, before walking away. This event was only by one camera on the outer side of the property. The other cameras displayed static. 27th April 2008 A group of four adolescents enter the school from the East side and begin spray-painting various walls. Immediately upon their exit, the blackboard in the Year 10 classroom manifests chalk writings that continue until the board is covered. The writings are haphazard and unorganized, overlapping each other. Microphones record the screeching of chalk for one hour before the event ceases. 28th April 2008 Similar chalk writings spread throughout the classrooms, mimicking the style of the initial manifestation. Manifested words are universally related to school subjects, such as História, Filosophia and Literatura. 12th May 2008 A 33 year old man, identified as Gabriel Azevedo, scales the property wall and enters the building through the gymnasium side entrance. He explores the school extensively, encountering no anomalous phenomena or mundane hazards. However, upon attempted exit of the building three hours into exploration, all doors separating school buildings are sealed and all windows are spontaneously repaired and cannot be opened. The individual attempts to break windows of the first-floor rooms in the main school building—they remain intact. He attempts to open second-floor windows to no avail. Then, he begins moving the debris blocking the entrance doorway, but ceases after disturbing the scorpion infestation therein. After two hours, he calls the emergency services which redirects to Foundation lines. The Foundation operator informs him of the nature of the anomaly and immediately the building is reverted to a ruined state. The individual is retrieved safely and amnesticised. Four hours after the incident, the roof of the gymnasium spontaneously collapsed, the first documented case of significant structural damage on the property. This event dislodged the camera, causing it to fall and face upwards. Over the course of the next three days, the camera view is covered in plant growth. The wood of the building rots and withers. Microphones intermittently record the sound of muffled talking. The recordings were interpreted by Lusophone Foundation agents, but due to the damage to surveillance equipment, should not be treated as definitive. The phrase 'eles não podem parar todos nós'3, and repeated references to 'a marcha'4, or 'o dia'5 recur throughout the recordings. After this point, SCP-7267 events experience a sudden intensification, causing further destruction of the property and larger-scale anomalous effects. DATE EVENT 15th May 2008 A pair of boot footprints are seen traversing through the school for up to an hour, etching the boot imprints into the floor, regardless of debris or presence of dust. The prints move throughout the school, stopping at doors and occasionally entering rooms. In rooms with blackboards, the footprints stop in front and overwrite the white chalk words with a singular unique phrase, written in green. 1st June 2008 A 17 year old boy, identified as Oscar Hernandez, scales the building and enters through a 2nd-story window on the west side. While exploring, surveillance cameras observe reflective surfaces containing shadowed silhouettes in the rooms the individual traverses. As the exploration continues, the number of silhouettes increases, with each increase corresponding with the passing of the following rooms: Bathroom W-5; Music Room; Year 12 Classroom. The individual enters bathroom W-5 to utilise one of the out-of-operation urinals; there is now an indeterminable amount of figures within the mirror. He has not noticed the anomaly once during the exploration, and exits the building through the window he entered. The silhouettes remain standing in the bathroom, before fading away one by one. The last figure places a hand on the mirror before demanifesting. Two hours following this incident, plant overgrowth was found to be exacerbated within the building. This growth caused significant deterioration around many of the entryways, and was most concentrated in the gymnasium, the east side entrance of the school, and an office near the front entrance. 10th June 2008 A Foundation agent is deployed to fix a camera in the cafeteria. Upon entering, the agent remarks on the smell of rotting food, but continues to attend to the equipment. N/A Numerous camera failures occur, causing recordings of three destruction events to be lost. 17th June 2008 A heavy cloud forms over the school, growing and spreading across the neighbourhood. It begins to rain. Rainfall continued for three days following this incident. Coinciding with the rain was the commencement of Festas Juninas, or the June Festivals. The local authorities issued a Yellow flood warning, however festivities continued. Due to the constant precipitation, the school building suffered flooding and extensive water damages, with the cafeteria, the backside of the building, and the westside of the building almost entirely collapsing. On 21st June, 2008, the Federative Government of Brazil ordered the property to be demolished. Later that evening, the weather quickly worsened into a thunderstorm, followed by all surveillance cameras on the school grounds shutting down. Foundation agents were unable to approach the property in time due to the large crowds surrounding the school in the square, causing significant road blockages. The closest remote observation device was a nearby street camera, which was redirected to Foundation control. Due to the angle of the camera, Colégio Santo António could not be properly viewed, only part of the eastside and the street next to it were visible. Additionally, the light of the festival bonfire caused extreme glare in the camera lens, rendering the footage unusable. After the weather had cleared the next day, the entire roof of the building was found to have been completely caved in and the contents of all rooms were entirely flooded. The front school gate had been forced open. Below is an eyewitness account translated from Portuguese. …I still remember, after sundown. It had rained for four nights and the stormdrains were struggling. It felt like the streets were flooded with people and water, all moving towards the square. It was all dancing and colour, soaked through, thanking the rain for coming… And our eyes stung in the sudden smoke—they had lit the fogueira, we thought. Bright and burning, we blinked through the rain and the smokey wind and the celebrations began. But it was the school burning, not the fire. Even as the festivals started the firemen did not come. It was only a few of us, pushing through the crowd to cling against rusted fence posts and brick walls. It had rained for four nights and somehow it burned and stayed burning. And I do not know if it was the drinks, the crowd pushing against my back. I was dazed. Almost alive; the festival music was not as loud as those shadows dancing into the building. The glass shattered and I knew it was the young men and women who were fighting, their desperate cries and I closed my eyes and I saw them. Papers flying, the splintering of wood and tar in bottles and wrists sore and faces down on bloody floors and a chant of which I did not know the origin. abaixo a ditadura… povo no poder…6 I opened my eyes and the building stood. The school we had avoided as kids. I had never asked questions, I didn’t want to meet the ghosts who lived there. Sometime I wandered back into the crowd. They had lit the foqueira and we had started celebrating but I did not blink from its smoke. I heard those cries behind me and turned back, for a moment. abaixo a ditadura… povo no poder… Raging against the shadows, an inferno, alone. Footnotes 1. From records of the now-collapsed military dictatorship of 1964-85. 2. Due to this, the following seconds of footage are confused. 3. They cannot stop us all 4. The march 5. The day 6. Down with the dictatorship… power to the people… ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7267" by Crow-Cat and LAN 2D, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7267. 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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It does not necessarily reflect the views of the SCP Foundation. Item #: SCP-7268 Level 0 Public Domain Eta Cassiopeiae Ab. SCP-7268 is, according to observation, centered on this planet. Special Containment Procedures: Travel to and from the Eta Cassiopeiae system is explicitly off-limits, as ordered by the SCP Foundation, the UN, the SCA, and the ISA. Any ships in violation of this quarantine will be subject to immediate termination and decommissioning. Description: SCP-7268 is a field of indeterminate nature emanating from Eta Cassiopeiae Ab. While this field is not detectable by current instrumentation, its effect can be observed. In the presence of SCP-7268, high-complexity organic molecules utilizing phosphorus (i.e., phospholipids, RNA, DNA) cannot form, though simpler organic molecules, such as amino acids, have been observed. Addendum: SCP-7268 was discovered and described by Dr. Rosalind Carson, a non-Foundation scientist, during the Viracocha mission to Eta Cassiopeiae. The file was authorized by the UN, overriding an O5 vote. To: James Gould From: Dr. Daniel Ogonowski Date: August 13, 2247 Time: 4:38 p.m. Subject: Sorry about this This is one of those good news/bad news things, and I’ll start off with the good. Your job is fine. Though the mushroom project is suspended for now. Now for the bad. These are orders from the O5 Council itself, so there’s literally nothing I can do. Effective Dec. 15, you will be serving a 3-year stint on Swayambhu Station, in orbit around 55 Serpens d, both as an exobiologist and as a representative of the SCP Foundation, to confirm the presence of SCP-7268. But you know the deal with Swayambhu. You know who’s in charge. She asked for you, and since you’re the only exobiologist we have, we can’t send a substitute. Dr. Carson suspects SCP-7268 is present on d, same as on Eta Cassiopeiae Ab. We could argue the point, since the whole point of 7268 is that it only exists at Eta Cassiopeiae, but it's quicker to send you. Arguing with her via 6-month gaps would take a long time. And just between us, I think the Council is hoping you can confirm the Foundation's stance on 7268. Get humanity over the hump so we can move forward as a species. And we need the push. I saw a poll a while back; apparently more than half of Americans still believe extraterrestrial life is out there. I've got a bridge to sell those people. Some more good news: You’ve got 4 months to get everything in order, and we managed to get you a 30% increase on the normal field pay rate. Over 3 years, that’ll be a hefty sum. Hoping it’s enough to cover the initiation fee to that famous golf course on Crystal Lake you’re always raving about when you get back. Crystal Downs, right? Once again, I’m so, so sorry to spring this on you, especially since you won’t see the email until Monday. Hell of a thing to walk into after a beautiful weekend like we’re supposed to have. Dr. Ogonowski Head of Site 78 Traverse City, Mich. 55 Serpens d, from orbit. Date: Jan. 6, 2248. 4:11 p.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: Dr. Gould is unpacking in a small, metal-lined bedroom. He is visibly unhappy, and occasionally massages his scalp. A chime plays on the intercom, and he looks at the door. “Come in,” he says. The door opens, and a short, middle-aged woman in her 80s enters. She smiles, but keeps her distance. “It’s good to see you, James. It’s been too long.” He turns away, digging into his bag. “Dr. Carson.” She frowns. “I wasn’t expecting you to call me Auntie Rosie anymore, but doctor?” “What can I do for you?” She sighs. “How was the trip?” “Don’t remember a thing. Suppose I’m relieved I even woke up at all.” “James, don’t be- as long as the artificial coma process is correctly administered, there’s 0% chance of developing HID.”1 “I know how hyperspace travel works.” “Of course you do, I …” she trails off, tapping her fingers on the adjacent wall. “Oh, we cleared out a space for that golf simulator you brought. The dimensions aren’t exactly what you asked, but in terms of volume, it’s actually bigger.” “I’ll make it work.” She smiles. “I’d have never taken you for a golfer when you were growing up, but you caught the bug bad, didn’t you?” “Wouldn’t you know it, big green open spaces appeal to me. Shame I won’t be seeing any of those for 3 goddamn years.” He groans and turns around. “Look, the gravity here’s screwing with my head, I haven’t been on a spin station in a very long time. I need-” She holds a hand up. “I understand. You’re not the only one. Get yourself to the medbay as soon as you can. We’ll start tomorrow at 9. Sound good?” Dr. Gould nods and Dr. Carson exits. He rummages through his bag and pulls out a bottle of vodka. He unscrews the lid and drinks straight from the bottle. Date: Jan. 7, 2248. 1:53 p.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: Dr. Carson and Dr. Gould enter a lab. Computers and desks cluster in the center of the room, with a series of large chambers lining the walls. “And this where the magic happens,” Dr. Carson says. “Not literally of course. I know that’s the Foundation’s domain, and your Merlins get real persnickety when us normal people step on their toes.” “They might be nicer if you kept the slang away from them,” Dr. Gould says. “Thaumaturges, doctor, they prefer the term thaumaturge. Maybe if you’d indulged them you could have convinced one to maintain a grav generator here. I feel like my shoes have lead in them.” “No offense, James, I understand why you joined the Foundation, but I want as little to do with those xenophobes and control freaks as I can.” “And yet this is the second time you’ve called on them.” “It wasn't my first choice,” Dr. Carson says. “Anyway, welcome to the life lab. This is where we’ll be working. Since we haven’t found any native life yet, we’ve modified the holding chambers to induce abiogenesis utilizing native Manu-Yemoan2 material.” “Try to induce.” Dr. Gould walks over to a window, filled with a cloudy slurry and sparking with miniature bolts of plasma, and taps on the glass. “Right?” Her smile remains firm. “Of course. Actually, I had some materials shipped from Earth along with you; we’re going to run the Urey-Miller-Fatima3 process on that to provide a proper control sample.” “We should mix materials too,” Dr. Gould says. “Some from Earth, some from D. Deuterium label4 the Earth sample to keep them straight.” “That’s an excellent idea!” Dr. Carson moves to place a hand on Dr. Gould’s shoulder. “You seemed out of it this morning, but I’m glad you’re coming around.” Dr. Gould glares at her until she drops her hand. “If you wanted a naïve PhD student to butter up with faint praise, you missed the boat by 10 years.” “Of course,” she says. She stammers for a moment, then regains her placid smile. “Why don’t I leave you here so you can catch up on everything we’ve learned so far? I should go check in with the geology department, apparently they found some interesting crystal formation near a volcano on the northern continent.” “Oh, aren’t you going to explain how these computers work?” “I understand that you’re upset about being here, and that our past gives you leeway, but I expect you to maintain some level of professionalism while on the job, Dr. Gould.” “Fine. Professionalism. You got it.” Dr. Gould sits at a computer and links the drone to download data. “Frankly, I’m jealous. I get homework and you get to learn something new from people who aren’t wasting their time on a dead rock.” “It’s a big planet, and we’ve only been here 2 years. We’ll find something. Maybe life, maybe another instance of your SCP-7268. Who knows, and I’m excited to find out.” “You really can’t help cheerleading, can you?” Dr. Gould asks. “You sound like the damn Luna Tourism Board. Come to Luna, it’s not just an airless, radiation-blasted rock, we swear. First stepping stone to the stars my ass, the Apollos are not worth the trip.” “Well, I was-” “I know, biology student by day, cheerleader by night, I’ve heard the story a million times. Your old professors never stopped talking about you. No one who knew you could. Must be how you’ve convinced half the System to keep funding you, since it certainly isn’t your results.” “Your definition of professionalism leaves something to be desired.” Dr. Gould snaps to attention with a full salute. “Apologies, ma’am! I shall endeavor to fulfill the assignment given to me with the utmost of my abilities!” “God, that Foundation turned you into a real ass.” She chuckles. “But you’re working for the good guys now. I’ll see you later.” Life survey 1 (Feb. 25, 2246) Latitude 45.9° S Longitude 134.6° W Environment type Hydrothermal vents on near-surface mid-ocean ridge Elevation –240 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including but not limited to 54 separate amino acids, sterols, fatty acids, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids (i.e., RNA and DNA) and lipids not present. Probability of life 0.1% Life survey 4 (June 13, 2246) Latitude 23.8° N Longitude 31.1° W Environment type Intertidal zone. Igneous rock base, laid by active volcano 2.5 kilometers away. Atmosphere 54% nitrogen, 30% carbon dioxide, 5% water vapor, 5% methane, 3% hydrogen sulfide, 3% other gases Elevation –1 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including but not limited to 42 separate amino acids, sterols, fatty acids, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids and lipids not present. Probability of life 0.1% Life survey 15 (Jan. 28, 2247) Latitude 2.4° S Longitude 98.3° E Environment type Hydrothermal vents on mid-ocean ridge Elevation –3,280 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including but not limited to 28 separate amino acids, sterols, fatty acids, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids and lipids not present. Probability of life 0.1% Results of Urey-Miller-Fatima experiments* Note: For all experiments, UMF chambers included water, methane, ammonia, hydrogen, and phosphorus. Atmosphere within chamber matches that of 55 Serpens d, pressurized to 5 bar. Rock bed is igneous, consistent with hydrothermal vents, and superheated water filled with sulfides is constantly cycled through, in addition to constant 600 V stimulation of chamber. Experiment 1: Control (all materials sourced from Earth) Result: Amino acids and lipids form in 11 days. Basic RNA is detected 74 days after experiment start. Proto-membranes form 3 days later. RNA forms basic ribosomes at day 98. Cell mitosis begins at day 113. Cells are basic chemolithotrophic prokaryotes, oxidizing sulfur to grow and reproduce. Experiment 2: All materials sourced from 55 Serpens d Result: Amino acids and basic lipids form in 15 days. Various sugars, including ribose, also appear in this time period. No other activity has occurred as of day 133. Experiment 3: Materials sourced from both Earth and 55 Serpens d at a 50/50 mix. Approximately 5% of water from Earth utilizes deuterium rather than hydrogen-1. Result: Amino acids and basic lipids form in 17 days. Various sugars, including ribose, also appear in this time period. No other activity has occurred as of day 133. If nothing else, Dr. Carson is remarkably meticulous and thorough with her research. It's taken a month to catch up. Twenty comprehensive life surveys and months of UMF experiment observations. Any other field and I'd be mired in catch-up reports for years. But exobiology, I know the answer ahead of time. Thousands and thousands of pages of negative everything. Every damn day drives the point home a little bit harder. I don't want to do this for 3 years. At least back home I could pretend to be useful. –JG Life survey 21* (March 9, 2248) Note: Probe 4 modified on Feb. 27, 2248 to include anomaly-detecting instrumentation Latitude 45.7° S Longitude 134.5° W Environment type Hydrothermal vents on near-surface mid-ocean ridge Elevation –320 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including but not limited to 54 separate amino acids, sterols, fatty acids, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids (i.e., RNA and DNA) and lipids not present. Hume levels 0.98 Anomalies detected Negative Probability of life 0.1% An image on the surface of 55 Serpens d. A small lake in a group of low hills on the northern continent. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: May 24, 2248 Exploration Team: Dr. Rosalind Carson and Dr. James Gould Location: 55 Serpens d, latitude: 55.6° N, longitude: 32.1° W Note: Audio from Dr. Carson and Dr. Gould recorded by pressure suit equipment and transmitted to Dr. Gould's personal drone, which recorded video and ambient audio. Two figures in environmental pressure suits stand along the shores of a lake within a volcanic caldera. The sides are steep and massive rocks jut out at every opportune angle. The center of the lake boils and is obscured by a thick wall of steam. Dr. Gould raises an instrument out of the water. “Temperature, 350 Kelvin; pH, 4.2. Not exactly a prime spot for life here.” “They don’t call ‘em extremophiles for nothing,” Dr. Carson says. “Life can always find a way.” Dr. Gould sighs. “Let’s get the next monitoring station set up at sector 5. I’d like to get out of here as quick as I can.” “Oh, come on, James, we spend so much time up on the station, staring at computers, letting robots do all the exploring for us. We should enjoy our time down here.” Dr. Gould stops and glances around. “Putting aside the poisonous atmosphere, a boiling lake on a dead planet isn’t exactly my idea of a vacation spot.” “It used to be.” Dr. Carson says as they resume walking. “How many summers did you spend with me when you were young, gallivanting around the Solar System? That’s why I came with you today, I thought maybe we could … this is just like the old days, you know?” Dr. Gould waves another instrument around. “Hume levels at 0.95. Little low, but still within normal. Atmospheric conditions probably the cause, but still, worth recording.” “Do you remember how excited you were when your parents finally let you go with me on one of my trips to the field? There you were, still shorter than me back in those days, with your backpack positively bursting at the seams, knocking on my door at 6 in the morning. You were too excited to sleep, you’d spent your entire life on Lovell Station, and finally you were going to step foot on real solid ground. Oh, the crew at Tharsis base were so confused at first, what’s a kid doing here, he’s gonna get in the way, but you proved them wrong, didn’t you?” “As I recall, I helped catalog inventory for most of the trip.” “Because you wanted to check every rock for life! You were sorting faster than they could bring them in by then.” “Looking back, I’m pretty sure some child labor laws were violated. The Martian Research Association definitely owes me a month’s wages, and they’re not the only ones.” “Oh, James, don’t be like that, it was a great learning experience! I wish you could go back and see your younger self, I think he’d have a thing or two to say to you now.” Dr. Gould stops, dropping the tools. “Fine, but I can talk to him too, and I’d tell him he was a damn idiot for getting caught up in your bullshit.” “Excuse me?” “Of course I was the perfect little student back, what did you expect? I was a little geek growing up, no friends, no social life, and my parents? They didn’t … they tried, but they weren’t what I needed. And then one of the most famous scientists in the System moves in next door? Finally someone who understands, someone who indulges me. I worshiped you, hung on your every word, and I bought into your whole goddamn fantasy world.” “My what?” Dr. Gould glances down, and picks up his instruments. “You really do believe it, don’t you? That we’ll find life.” “Of course I do. In an infinite cosmos, the odds of Earth being the only inhabited planet … it’s impossible. The universe doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t do anything just once. It may not be here, it may not exist in this galaxy, but we are not alone.” “Then you’ve got a lot more faith than I do.” Dr. Gould looks over his Kant counter and smacks it. “Apparently we’ve moved into a section of extreme reality. 45 Humes is nothing to sneeze at. They send me a hundred light years out, but they can’t give me decent equipment. Typical.” Dr. Carson sighs deeply. “If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.” Dr. Gould hits the counter again, then takes out the battery and plugs it back in. He shakes the devices and flicks the screen. “Back to 0.96. It was exciting while it lasted.” Life survey 28 (May 24, 2248) Latitude 55.6° N Longitude 32.1° W Environment type Flooded fumarole. Lake is approximately 2 km long and 1.4 km wide. Water temperature at least 373 K at center, cooling slightly at shoreline. Elevation 1,390 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected few organic molecules. Lake water heavy in sulfurous molecules. Hume level 0.99 Anomalies detected Negative Probability of life 0.1% Progress Report: 6 Months Message sent: July 8, 2248 Message received: Aug. 2, 2248 I could have written this report when I first got to this godforsaken wheel. I knew what I’d find. Nothing. There’s nothing. No life, no anomalies, just a dead planet, floating in a dead universe. And yet … It doesn’t make sense. Even the rarest of Rare Earth theorists have to admit 55 Serpens d has everything it needs. Class G star, multiple gas giants in the outer solar system to screen comets, stable orbit, a large moon to stabilize the axis and provide significant tides, the right organics, the energy to power volcanism, and a strong magnetic field. I thought I’d lost all my hope years ago. But I can’t deny feeling the tiniest spark 6 months ago. And I think I feel worse for it. Dr. Carson is … I can’t understand her. Almost 50 years in the field, and she’s still the same woman I knew when I was a kid. Anyway, I’ve dumped everything into the computer, so the mainframe can sort it out back home. The O5s are welcome to scour the data if they want, but they’ll be wasting their time. I’m also including the footage from my drone, but I wouldn’t recommend that either. Unless you want to watch me drunkenly flirting with Dr. Aggarwal from Oceanography. Ah hell, I’ll save you the trouble, April 24, 10:40 ish. She’s cute, and I’m a clumsy drunk. Comedy ensues. We’re okay, by the way. She was flattered, but she’s got someone back home. Must be nice. I know what the answer will be, but I have to ask anyway: Get me out of here. Clear out a space on the next ship, I’ll pay anything. I don’t need 3 years, and I can’t take this place for much longer. My head hasn’t felt right the entire time, and I don’t care how realistic the simulator is, my swing is suffering. Not sure what else to say, I’ve never been great at these reports, especially when I don’t actually have anything to report. Sincerely, Dr. James Gould P.S., to whoever thought to include the pro golf broadcasts from the past 6 months, I swear my first-born child’s life to you. Life survey 35 (Aug. 17, 2248) Latitude 33.6° N Longitude 83.5° E Environment type High plateau, dotted by lakes. Region uplifted by continental orogeny Elevation 3,900 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected moderate amount of organic molecules, including 12 separate amino acids, sterols, and basic sugars. Long-chain nucleic acids (i.e., RNA and DNA) and lipids not present. Hume levels 1.02 Anomalies detected Negative Probability of life 0.1% If I see many more of these goddamn negative surveys, I swear I'm going to walk out the nearest airlock. –JG Life survey 42 (Sept. 30, 2248) Latitude 21.6° S Longitude 177.5° E Environment type Alluvial plain, adjacent to major river (estimated length, 1,418 kilometers; estimated discharge, 11,000 m3/s) Elevation 50 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including 33 separate amino acids, sterols, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids (i.e., RNA and DNA) and lipids not present. Hume levels 0.99 Anomalies detected Negative Probability of life 0.1% At least give me an anomaly to study. Anything. Something other than bare rock and poisonous air. The hangover pills are losing their edge, and I can't face the night sober. Everyone here thinks I'm a joke, but as long as the alcohol keeps flowing, at least I'm a drunk joke. –JG Life survey 51 (Nov. 19, 2248) Latitude 48.0° N Longitude 157.5° E Environment type Sandy reef in shallow inland sea Elevation –10 meters Results Mass spectrometry detected numerous organic molecules, including 64 separate amino acids, sterols, fatty acids, and sugars such as ribose. Long-chain nucleic acids (i.e., RNA and DNA) and lipids not present. Hume levels 1.00 Anomalies detected Negative Probability of life 0.1% I hate this fucking planet, I hate this fucking station, I still feel dizzy all the fucking time, whose brilliant fucking idea was it- Apparently some 20th century guy named von Braun. Fuck you von Braun. No one asked for your help. And no, I'm not quitting the fucking alcohol, I don't give a shit. I gave Tobias an extra 20 tonight and he gave me a quarter-bottle of tequila from behind the bar. Now THAT is a man who isn't wasting his life. Maybe I should try bartending when I get back home. Maybe I should buy a bar. Holy shit, I should buy a bar! I'm out of tequila. Last call was 30 minutes ago. Dr. Anatolievich down the hall's always good for a bit of vodka, maybe I'll go bother him. –JG PS. За здоровье! Swayambhu Station Security Incident Report No. 4 Dec. 2, 2248 At approximately 11:13 p.m., station security was summoned to Swayamhbu Mess Hall. Alarm was activated because of an altercation between Dr. James Gould and Dr. Luiz Guimarães. When security arrived, Dr. Gould had been restrained by two other scientists, and Dr. Guimarães had been knocked out. Dr. Guimarães awoke shortly afterward and was escorted to the medbay by Nurse Duale. Concussion likely. Dr. Gould was escorted back to his quarters. Breath scans showed a blood alcohol concentration of 0.25. Date: Dec. 3, 2248. 9:30 a.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: The door to Dr. Gould’s room slides open, and Dr. Carson storms in. Dr. Gould is still asleep, and she shakes him awake. “Jesus, what the hell?” Dr. Gould asks, wiping his eyes. “No one’s done that to me since I was a kid.” “Good!” Dr. Carson snaps. “You’ve acted like one.” Dr. Gould slowly crawls up, wiping his eyes and wincing when he applies too much pressure to his right hand. “Oh,” he says. “Right.” “Last night coming back to you?” “In my defense, Tobias should have known not to give me that last Long Island. He’s served me enough the past year, he knows when I’m at my limit.” “You’re blaming Tobias? James, you punched a man in the face. You knocked him out! You’re not going to take any responsibility?” “I knocked- listen, if nothing else, you gotta be impressed, I am no one’s idea of an athlete, but damn, all those swings have bulked up my arms something fierce.” “My god, James, I brought security personnel along because I had to, I didn’t think I’d need them to stop an actual assault.” She shakes her head. “What the hell is going on with you? Has there been a single night in the past few months you haven’t gotten drunk?” “It’s not like there’s anything else for me to do,” he says. “Wake up, stare at a computer screen while it flashes negative results at me, then go to bed. Exciting. Great use of my time.” "You know perfectly well that science is 90% negative results." "Oh, I could deal with 90%. I would kill for 90%. It's every damn test. Every fucking test. Do you understand, doctor? It's hopeless! Both of us, we're wasting our lives chasing ghosts! No, not even ghosts, that would imply life existed and died. We don't even get that satisfaction. We're chasing a fantasy. A joke." "I thought you were better than this, buying into your O5 Council's absurd idea that we're living in a dead universe." "Follow the evidence, doctor! There's plenty of proof on their side, and a whole lot of nothing on yours." “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is not the passionate young man I met 30 years ago. What did you do to that James?” He grumbles and lays back down. “You knew me once. I’m not that person anymore.” “I guess not.” “I assume there’s going to be some sort of punishment. Not sure what the laws are like in another solar system, but I’m sure you’ve got something up your sleeve.” “With this attitude of yours, I’d like to throw you in the brig,” she says. “But you’re the only one qualified to use the Foundation equipment. But if this happens again-” “Off to the stockades? Gonna stick me in the city square so passing peasants can lob rotten fruit at me?” She takes a deep breath. “It goes without saying that you are officially cut off. You will not be served any more alcohol, so if you have a stash around, you’d better make it last. And if you so much as look at someone the wrong way again, I’m turning your simulator room back into storage.” Dr. Carson visibly stiffens and steps back slightly. “Fine,” Dr. Gould says. “Now, I’d appreciate it if you let me sleep off the rest of this hangover. The pills do nothing for me these days.” Dr. Carson moves to speak again, then throws her hands up in the air. “It’s like talking to a damn brick wall,” she mutters as she leaves. Message sent: Dec. 13, 2248 Message received: Jan. 8, 2249 From: Dr. Daniel Ogonowski To: Dr. James Gould So, I've got some good news and bad news for you. Yes, again. This time I'll give you the bad news first: The O5s want you to stay there. There's no way they can arrange transport for you, not again, not so soon after you got there. It took too much to get you there. I'm afraid you're there for the full 3 years. Blame your higher brain functions. Now for the good news, and wow, is it some of the best news we've ever had. We've been sitting on it for almost 8 months now, and after the tone of your first message back, we regretted not telling you right away. But we wanted to be sure, and we didn't want to tease you with incomplete data. I’m sure you’ll be wondering what’s in the conspicuously blank storage container the cargo ship brought along, and why it’s locked. It’s only programmed to open once you’ve gone through all the documents we’ve sent along, because we don’t want the surprise ruined prematurely. You’ll find out soon enough. The only thing I’ll say: Have fun. The New York Times A Farmer, a Drill, and the News of the Century: The Story Behind the Discovery of Native Martian Life Thirty years after the last serious attempt to find native Martian life, a humble farmer drilling for a new water source makes the accidental discovery of the century. A cluster of Martian Archaeans under an electron microscope April 21, 2248 – Shi Lei Zhou isn’t the sort of person who set out to change the course of human history. To have his name recorded in the history books for the rest of time. “I came to Mars to provide for my family back home in Shanghai,” he says. “No one I knew had ever been off world, had never owned land.” Mr. Zhou and his wife, Mei Lan, both 43, were lured to the Red Planet 10 years ago thanks to the UN’s Martian Homesteader Act. The deal is simple: Promise to farm 500 acres of hardscrabble Martian soil, and in return receive machinery, a generous yearly salary, and the full support of the Martian Research Association. Ever since the Act’s passage in 2215, about a million people have taken the deal, transforming an area the size of Mexico into useful, arable land. That’s enough food to feed a billion people. Mr. Zhou’s task on March 28th was simple. A noticeable vein of liquid water sits deep underneath his farm in Aonia Terra, buried below a kilometer of rock. Drilling took nearly a year, but by getting to it, he’d both relieve his reliance on the grid, saving him money, and earn some extra on the side by distributing any spare water to his neighbors. The water had reached the surface the day before; all he needed to do on the 28th was check for contaminants. Of course, Martian water requires a significant amount of filtration to be usable, but Mr. Zhou wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary ammonia and salts. As a matter of formality, the scanning system the MRA provided Mr. Zhou included a bio-sensor; there have been multiple instances in the past where Martian water sources, previously tapped by human activity, have been contaminated with Earth-based microbes. But this lake was pristine. Mr. Zhou was out in the fields, tending to his corn, when the scanner pinged him with results. The usual contaminants were present, as he expected, but there was something more. The bio-sensor had returned a positive reading. Microbes were present in the sample he’d collected. He and his wife are not biologists, but they knew this result was out of the ordinary. “We searched for native Martian life for over 200 years,” says Nicola Ghini, PhD, head of the MRA’s department of agriculture. “We scoured this planet from top to bottom. The last great expedition was 30 years ago, and it came up empty-handed. When Shi Lei called and told us that he’d gotten a positive on the bio-sensor, we thought we’d given him a faulty unit. Either that, and not to sound harsh, we assumed he’d done the test wrong.” A team was sent out to Mr. Zhou’s farm with a second scanner. They retrieved another sample. They ran it through their bio-sensor. Same result. Positive. The team ran the test once more. Also positive. “I was on the other side of the planet when they called,” Dr. Ghini says. “Meeting with the Assembly’s agriculture subcommittee on the odds of passing a new water allowance bill. They called my personal device, which is strictly off-limits for business. “Of course, I’d heard about Mr. Zhou by then, rumor travels fast. But I didn’t think much of it. Dr. Pasaphan [Chalita Pasaphan, PhD, was in charge of the team sent to Mr. Zhou’s farm] is a friend, she had my personal number. When she called, I was in the middle of negotiations, and a little upset about being interrupted. But before I could get wound up, she stopped me. I’ll never forget what she said. ‘It’s real. Martian life is real.’” The next few weeks were a blur for everyone in her department. “Obviously, we had to be 110% certain about our results,” Dr. Pasaphan says. “There have been so many false starts in the past. So we checked and double-checked and triple-checked that lake, using our most sensitive equipment. We broke down the genomes of these Martian Archaeans, and the only similarity is that both use RNA. Everything else about them, their genetic code, their single-layer cell membrane, the lack of virtually any organelle – they’re so primitive and unrefined, there’s no way it could have come from us.” Indeed, the five species identified so far consist of nothing more than various types of primitive RNA wrapped inside a lipid membrane. All they do is feed on the various organic molecules available to them and replicate. It is perhaps a stretch to call them alive; even the viruses we know and tolerate feature far more genetic material then the Martian cells. Then there’s Mycoplasma pneumoniae, responsible for walking pneumonia, a milder form of the disease. While controversy still rages over viral status as living creatures, M. pneumoniae is indisputably alive, but one of the simplest organisms we know, containing just 700 genes with 700,000 base pairs. That sounds impressive, but humans have 25,000 genes and 3 billion base pairs. Earth life has lived for 4 billion years, and in that time even the simplest of cells has had the opportunity to specialize and diversify. The most complex of the Martian species, for comparison, has just 300 genes and 20,000 base pairs. “There is no doubt in my mind that the Martian lifeforms developed recently,” Dr. Pasaphan says. “Their cellular and genetic makeup is so simple. I would be shocked if they had developed any longer than a million years ago. And when it comes to biological scales, that’s essentially yesterday.” Obviously, much work remains for Dr. Ghini and her department. “We were confident enough in our findings to declare these microbes as definitively Martian, but there’s so much we still don’t know. How much more life is there in the lake? How many more species? And is it possible we missed life somewhere else on this planet? And what about the rest of the System? “No one here is strictly an exobiologist, and it’s unfortunate that the System’s two dedicated exobiologists are 100 light years away, but we’ll do our best. We’ve got an entire planet to recheck, and I think we’re all more excited than we’ve ever been. This is the sort of extra work we’re glad to have.” The Interplanetary Space Agency recently announced on April 18 that it would devote approximately 100 billion over the next 5 years both building and operating new life-seeking space probes and manned laboratories, as well as reactivating old operations. “Humanity has waited nearly 300 years for this news,” Alfonso Lacanzo, CEO of the ISA, said in a news conference after the announcement. “If there’s more life out there in the System, we’ll find it. This is the most important project our species has ever undertaken. Finally, after so long, we have proof: We are not alone.” Meanwhile, back on his farm, Shi Lei Zhou and his wife are adjusting to their new reality. “We’ve had nonstop requests for interviews ever since the news first broke,” Mr. Zhou says. “And the MRA has promised to cover the costs of a new farm, so that they can take over this property to set up as a preserve, plus a stipend for our families back home.” And what about his inevitable place in the history books? “It is funny, I drill a hole, and everything changes,” he says. “I am simply happy to have provided humanity with a great gift.” The Martian Herald June 21, 2248 Thirteen Unique Species Discovered in Subsurface Spring Near North Pole Associated Press June 29, 2248 Primitive Life Discovered Floating in Venusian Clouds The Atlantic Aug. 14, 2248 Head in the Clouds: New Life Drifting Deep Within Jupiter’s Atmosphere The Washington Post Oct. 3, 2248 Count of Unique Martian Species Passes 100, Shows No Sign of Slowing Down Reuters Nov. 11, 2248 Titanic Discovery: Strange Methane-Based Life Discovered on Saturn's Moon, Unlike Anything Seen Before Inventory: Special Biocontainment Chamber Living and deceased samples of 105 Martian Archaeans Living and deceased samples of 12 Venusian Archaeans Living and deceased samples of 8 Jovian Archaeans Living and deceased samples of 15 Titanian Archaeans Organic/inorganic materials for UMF testing from the following planets/moons: Mars Venus (clouds) Jupiter (clouds) Titan Luna Ceres Europa Enceladus Triton Date: Jan. 9, 2249. 9:31 a.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: The door to Dr. Gould's room slides open, and Dr. Carson walks in. "James, you're 30 minutes late. You've been doing so well, if you've been drinking again, I'll be so disappointed." Dr. Gould is sitting in front of his personal computer. On screen is the message from Dr. Ogonowski. He turns, his face expressionless. "You're never going to believe what they found." "Does it have something to do with the mystery container from the Foundation taking up half of our main cargo bay?" Dr. Carson asks. "I'm only the station commander, what do I need to know? I swear, the Foundation has no respect-" "It's alien life," Dr. Gould says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "About 150 species of microbes from Mars, Jupiter, Venus, and Titan." "What did you just say?" "The O5s were wrong," Dr. Gould says. "I was wrong. Extraterrestrial life exists. We found it. We have it." He winces as Dr. Carson screams. "I don't believe it!" She jumps up and down. "All these years, and we finally found it! You're not, this isn't a joke, right? If it is-" "No joke," Dr. Gould says. "I'll send you everything the Council sent me." Dr. Carson paces back and forth, grinning from ear to ear. "I can't, I can't stay still, I feel so-" Tears well up. "I spent so many years dreaming of this moment. So many years, so many negatives. There were times, times when I doubted. Dark times. But I never lost faith. And now you're telling me we have actual living alien organisms in our cargo bay?" "That's what I said, isn't it?" "Jesus, try to contain your excitement. You're acting like … I don't know what this is. Isn't this everything you wanted? Proof you made the right choice, becoming an exobiologist?" "Yes," he says. "It is. You were right all along. You were right, and I was wrong." "No, no, not wrong. You were following the facts that you had. You were being a good scientist. I can't fault you for that." Dr. Gould turns away from the computer. "You were a better scientist." "Honestly, I wasn't. Not even close," Dr. Carson says. "If I'd followed the science, I'd have given up the search long ago, like everyone else before me. But sometimes science isn't everything. Sometimes you need a little faith." "I was so sure I was right." "Are you sure you're okay?" Dr. Carson asks. "You haven't been drinking, have you?" "What? No, no, you can test me-" "That's not necessary," Dr. Gould says. "Actually, I've been thinking about bringing this up for a few days. You've been sober for a month, you've passed every test with flying colors. I'm willing to allow you a limited allowance at the bar again. Do you understand? Limited. A couple servings every other night or so. I think you can handle that." Dr. Gould nods. "Okay. Thank you. I appreciate your faith in me. Seems like you have faith in everyone and everything." "I never lost my faith in you. I knew you were in there all along, hiding beneath a thick blanket of Foundation cynicism. A few more months in the light, and you'll be the bright-eyed student of knowledge I knew 20 years ago." "You believe in me more than I do." "You lost your way a little bit, that's all. It happens. We're only human. Now come on, get out of that chair, we have some serious work to do. Oh, we're going to be like kids in a candy store today! Where will we even start?" She exits, leaving Dr. Gould alone. "I should be excited," he says, glancing at the now-empty door. "This is good news." Two days of listening to her crow about how she never gave up. Two days of listening to every person on this godforsaken wheel sucking up, telling her how proud they are of her, how excited they are, how she's finally been proven right. She's been so brave and strong, standing up against the rising tide for all these years. All I see when they look at me is pity. The genius teacher and her pathetic, failed student. The student who wasn't strong enough to stand alongside his teacher. And they're right. –JG Date: Jan. 12, 2249. 11:24 p.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: Dr. Gould is alone in a small room, adorned with his golf simulator. As he collects his golf ball to hit his next shot, the door slides open. “I figured I’d find you here,” Dr. Carson says. “Not exactly the mystery of the century,” Dr. Gould says. “The golfer’s out on the course, what a shock.” “It is when there’s a party going on,” she says. “I give you permission to drink again, and you’re out here by yourself? You can have a good time tonight. With all the news, I think you deserve to cut loose. Come on, we only discover extraterrestrial life for the first time once, let's celebrate!” “Never been one for parties,” Dr. Gould says. “And the feeling’s mutual on their part.” Dr. Carson sidles fully into the back of the room. “Can I ask you something?” “I’ve been blocked in here, so I don’t have much choice.” “You’ve been here a year. Have you actually made a friend in that time? Had a meaningful conversation with another human being? Anything other than drunkenly flirting with half the women on the station and getting into fist fights with everyone else?” Dr. Gould slings his club over his shoulder. “Point me in the direction of someone worth being friends with, and we’ll talk.” “Don’t be ridiculous, everyone here is good and kind, and they’d-” “No, they wouldn’t. They’re not outwardly malicious, and no one’s said anything deliberately unkind. But they don’t respect me, and I don’t blame them. I’m a goddamn clown. Story of my life at this point.” “There’s something on your mind, James, and I wish you’d talk to me about it.” “Do you though?” Dr. Gould asks. “Wouldn’t you rather set me up, then ship out to the other side of the damn galaxy at the last moment, right when I need you most?” Dr. Carson recoils, as if she’d been physically struck. “What are you- Are you talking about Eta Cassiopeiae? It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you were all eager to go off to college. Then when I came back …” she drifts off. “You’d changed.” “Yeah,” he says. “You taught me too well. I bought into everything you said, I had ironclad faith that life was out there, we just hadn’t found it yet. That I was making the right choice, following in your footsteps. “It didn’t happen all at once, by the way. No one was ever deliberately cruel. I could shake off the first snide remark, the tenth subtle putdown, the hundredth condescending ‘oh, good for you, pursuing your dream! I hope it works out.’ It was all meant in good fun. Hell, I laughed with them at first. I know a joke from an insult. But that’s the thing. It came from everywhere. The professors, the students, my parents, my friends, they all …” He pauses for a moment, clenching his fist and looking away. “Just one person. That’s all I would’ve needed. One person to believe in me. A kind word, an affirmation every once in a while. Someone to say: ‘Hey James, you’re doing the right thing.’ I needed the person who set me on this path. I needed you, and you weren’t there.” Dr. Carson’s lip trembles, and her eyes are moist. “James, I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” “And that’s the worst part too. I’m not even angry at you. Not really. It was your job, of course you went. And I was still the eager, voracious apprentice. I had faith. There was no reason for you to worry about me.” “No, no, I should’ve done more than send you a few impersonal letters,” Dr. Carson says. “I don’t think I ever even asked how you were doing. I was so focused on the job. So excited about seeing a new solar system, a new world.” “And you should have been! For the first time, humans were leaving our solar system. A true interstellar mission. You helped make history. You were so strong. You are so, so strong.” He looks at the ceiling. “And I’m not. You’ve been searching for 60 years, and you’ve never wavered. Never flinched. Halfway into my PhD I was ready to throw in the towel. If it hadn’t been for the Foundation … I know they’re heartless bastards. But it was something. They gave me a purpose. Something to believe in. They were there when you weren’t.” “Then they’re better than I am,” Dr. Carson says. “James, I can’t turn back the clock, make things right between us, but I can do this.” She steps forward with her arms out. “Come here.” He laughs. “Going for the cliché move, I see.” “There’s a reason it’s cliché.” Dr. Gould slowly walks over, and Dr. Carson wraps her arms around him. Tears stream down her face, and well up in his. “I’m proud of you, James,” she says. His arms move around her. “Thank you,” he whispers. A moment later, they split apart. “Fucking hell,” Dr. Gould says. “That had no business working as well as it did.” “Nothing beats a good hug.” Dr. Carson laughs. “Hey, if it’s okay with you, I’d actually love to see how this golf thing works. Never played, but if you’re so invested, it must be good.” “Won’t the party miss you? You’re the station commander, after all. Seriously, you don’t have to stay. Golf’s not for everyone.” “I want to, James. Tell me about it. What am I looking at right now? I see a lot of brown grass and yellow bushes.” “Fun fact, this is actually one of the most famous holes in golf. The 14th at Royal Dornoch. It's called Foxy, and it’s unique since it’s incredibly tough, but has no bunkers or quote-unquote real hazards. It’s up in the very northern tip of Scotland, and-" he trails off. "I'm not going too fast, am I?" "No, no, you're fine. It's good to hear you talk like this again. I missed it." Dr. Gould smiles faintly. "I missed it too." Special Analysis of Titanian Methane-Based Archaeans James Gould, PhD It was enough of a surprise finding life on Mars, Venus, and Jupiter. But for all the novelty, it is essentially life as we know it. RNA wrapped inside a phospholipid membrane, utilizing water as a solvent. Nothing complicated yet, these cells clearly developed recently, but in a couple billion years, they’ll likely end up as something recognizable. While we have always dared to dream of life on Titan, the reality of experimentation seemed to limit our search to subsurface oceans and cryovolcanoes. Methane has benefits and drawbacks as a replacement to water, but chief among the downsides is the temperature at which methane is liquid. 90 K at the coolest, 110 at the warmest (A far narrower band than water). Neither temperature is particularly hospitable, especially when it comes to life. Metabolism would be incredibly slow, and development would be expected to be equally slow. UMF experiments in a laboratory setting have always been unsuccessful, even when given years. And yet, here we are, staring at organisms doing what a fair number of biologists argue is impossible. Cells using methane as a solvent instead of water. Cells thriving at a temperature and environment that would almost instantly kill all but the hardiest Earth organisms. While we could never make it work in a lab, Titanian organisms look pretty similar to what scientists have theorized for 200 years. Instead of utilizing phospholipids, which simply can’t form at such low temperatures, to form a cell membrane, these cells use acrylonitrile (CH₂CHCN) to achieve something almost identical, a cell membrane–like structure tentatively referred to as an azotosome. They consume hydrogen, acetylene, and ethane and exhale methane. Needless to say, we’ve repurposed a mostly unused room to deal specifically with the Titanian microbes. The smell is not pleasant. Beyond the methane, though, these little critters aren’t actually all that different from Earth life. They were found near a cryovolcanic vent in Kraken Mare, nearly a kilometer below the sea’s surface, in a remarkable mirror of deep-sea hydrothermal vents, feeding off nutrients and energy spewing out of the interior. The energy is crucial; the Titanian surface is too cold to allow acrylonitrile to form azotosomes. But they have RNA, same as the other Archaeans, and they feed and replicate just as everything else we’ve found, and just as Earth methanogens do. I have no idea how life would continue to develop in such a place, and we won’t find out in any of our lifetimes, but these things have found a niche in a strange environment, and we’ll be studying them for a long time. Summary of UMF experiments Source of materials Presence of life at day 150 Mars Positive Venus (clouds) Positive Jupiter (clouds) Positive Titan (water-based) Positive Titan (methane-based) Negative That's not the result I expected. And unless we get some news, it's the opposite of reality. Shows that we really don't understand how methane-based life operates. Obviously, it works somehow, but we've got a long way to go. –JG Source of materials Presence of life at day 150 Luna Positive Ceres Negative Europa Negative Enceladus Negative Triton Negative Interesting that we had success with Luna and not Enceladus or Europa. This may be a brave new world that has such microbes in it, but I'd wager all my money Luna is very, very dead in every sense of the word. And yet, the positive is there, while two of the most dynamic, interesting moons in the System give us nothing. What's the difference? What's the variable? –JG I haven't been myself the past few months. Rosalind is such a force of nature, and it's been so good having real, tangible data to work with, I've been following her leads without question. But I'm not just an exobiologist. I'm not just her student. I'm a researcher with the SCP Foundation. And we clearly need a new approach. Science as we know it isn't giving us the answers. I need to think on things for a bit. –JG Date: June 28, 2249. 4:33 p.m., station time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: Dr. Gould walks into the biology lab, a ream of papers in hand, where Dr. Rosalind Carson awaits, along with Dr. Intan Utami and Dr. Matija Vinković of the chemistry department, who have been assisting in the analysis of all samples received from Earth. “Tell me the good word,” Rosalind says. “Please. Give us something.” Dr. Gould tosses the paperwork haphazardly toward her. “Can’t do that,” he says. “There’s nothing to say.” “Still nothing in the Europa or Enceladus tests?" Dr. Utami asks. "Nothing." “We're running around in circles,” Rosalind says. “Months of testing, and we know about as much as the people back home.” “On the bright side, I’ve been reciting Martian codon sequences in my sleep,” Dr. Vinković says. “My wife is not thrilled about this development.” “What are we going to do?” Dr. Gould collapses into his chair. “Everyone back home will be expecting some grand revelation, but we’re just stuck.” “And I’m sure the next cargo delivery will be full of new samples,” Dr. Utami says. “Maybe that’ll be a good thing. More data is good, right?” “We shouldn’t need it,” Dr. Gould says. “I’m sure we won’t receive anything truly new. More species, but nothing more complex. Just the same basic single-cell organisms.” “More evidence to suggest life developed very, very recently, in other words,” Dr. Vinković says. “Okay,” Rosalind stands, pacing across the room. “Okay. We spend all our time buried in genetic sequences and UMF trials. As Matija made clear, we now know an unhealthy amount about these organisms. Let’s take a moment and back up. View this problem from orbit. What’s the big picture?” The room is silent for a moment. “Come on people, give me something!” Rosalind waves her arms. “Talk to me, basic summary. What’s the problem?” “Well, I guess at its heart, our data and our hypothesis don’t match,” Dr. Gould says. “The data suggests life developed on multiple and disparate worlds extremely recently. Not within the past few million years, or even a few thousand, but in the span of a human lifetime. Maybe even in the past few years.” “Okay. All right, good!” Rosalind says. “What else?” “That leads us to one conclusion,” Dr. Utami says. “Alien biogenesis is directly connected to human activity and contamination. But there’s a problem with that hypothesis.” “Which is?” Rosalind asks. “The alien life doesn’t match Earth life,” Dr. Vinković says. “There’s no common ancestor, no indication that they’re related in any way. They're too primitive to have adapted from Earth life. Even viruses are light-years ahead , genetically speaking, and they’re clearly not descended from viruses. Everything we’ve found has been autotrophic, and viruses aren’t autotrophs.” “And where does that leave us?” Rosalind stops in the middle of the room. “In a catch-22,” Dr. Gould says. “Alien biogenesis must be related to human interference, but the evidence says it can’t be. Like you said, we’re running around in circles.” “Goddamn circles,” Rosalind throws up her hands. Silence covers the room. “I do have an idea,” Dr. Gould says. “Been stewing on it for a few days. But you’re not going to like it.” “At this point, I’d take divine intervention,” Rosalind says, retaking her seat. “What’s on your mind?” “Remember you said that,” Dr. Gould says. “Okay, we’ve been researching for months, and we’ve done so using the most thorough and advanced scientific tools and methods we have. Correct?” “Exhaustively thorough,” Dr. Utami says. “So either we’re colossal idiots overlooking the obvious, or the answer lies beyond science as we know it.” Rosalind groans. “No, don’t tell me-” “It has to be an anomaly. SCP-7268. But not the skip the Foundation negotiated with the government and the ISA. The real 7268.” Dr. Utami and Dr. Vinković steal furtive glances at Rosalind. Her face alternates between anger and resignation. “I suppose this is what I asked for,” she says. “I called for a Foundation researcher, and the Foundation researcher found an anomaly. What’s on your mind?” “Our basic premise is correct. It’s Earth. It has to be. All these instances of biogenesis happening at once, it can’t be a coincidence. And 7268 is correct in one regard: The anomaly is all about complex organic acids. But it’s the opposite of what we thought. SCP-7268 doesn’t prevent the development of DNA and RNA, it allows them. And that’s what we’re spreading. Panspermia. We spread life wherever we go.” An awkward silence fills the room as Dr. Utami and Dr. Vinković shift in their seats. “That’s a bold claim,” Rosalind says. “And it does explain everything quite elegantly.” “But?” “It’s anthropocentric to an extreme degree. We spent thousands of years believing Earth was the center of the universe, no scientist is going to accept a theory where mankind is central. It's bad science. Not without some serious data to back you up.” She laughs. “I suppose you did imply divine intervention was involved.” “You don’t have to call it that. Call it luck, fate, fortune, whatever,” Dr. Gould says. “The point is, we exist, and now, on planets and moons where we’ve been, alien life also exists, where it didn't before. It’s the only way to square all the data we have.” “What about Jupiter?” Dr. Utami asks. “No human’s ever set foot there, not that there’s even a surface to land on. It’s only ever been probes in the upper atmosphere.” “Then it’s not humans. It’s Earth. SCP-7268 is intrinsic to the very planet. We take a rock, chuck it into space, it lands on the right planet, life will form there.” “Why now?” Dr. Vinković asks. “And why all at once? We first touched down on Mars nearly 300 years ago.” “Okay, okay, think about it like this,” Dr. Gould says. “Where have we found alien life? Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Titan. We visited those places a long time ago. All four were in the 20th century.5 Now, we haven’t found life on Europa or Enceladus. Two moons with massive subsurface oceans and geothermal energy to spare. Hydrothermal vents spewing out the ingredients of life. They’re ideal fits, more so than any of the four places with life. I mean, methane-based life? We can't get it to work in a lab setting, and yet here we are, seeing it with our own eyes. “The problem is, we didn’t get to those places until the tail end of the 21st century. Maybe it hasn’t been long enough.” “I think I see where you’re going with this,” Rosalind says. “The effect isn’t instantaneous.” “Exactly! It’s almost like … the skip is a virus, and life is an infection. Weird way to put it, I know, but that’s the most apt metaphor. You catch a virus, the infection doesn’t start right away. It has to build up in the body, enough for the immune system to react to it.” Rosalind leans forward, clasping her hands in front of her. “As much as I hate ascribing anything to magic anomalies, it makes sense. But we’ll need evidence. Lots of it. No half-measures this time. No guessing. No lying. We do this the right way.” “The right way,” Dr. Gould says. To: Dr. Daniel Ogonowski, the O5 Council Message sent: July 7, 2249 Message received: Aug. 3, 2249 I know this is going to be problematic, but I have to ask: I need a Mark V Scranton Reality Anchor as soon as possible. Preferably before the next scheduled cargo transport. I'm sure you know everything I do when you read this, so hopefully this request won’t come as a huge surprise. In order to prove my theory, I need time, and now that the Mark Vs incorporate a time-acceleration module, they can give me all the time I need. I know they’re barely out of the prototype stage and you’re not ready to acknowledge their existence to the public, but they would accelerate my research (pun not intended, but unavoidable) to the remaining duration of my time on this station. It’s either that or wait a few decades for life to generate on Europa or Enceladus – or a few centuries for 55 Serpens d. Also, I figure you owe me one. After all, you did send me out of the System a couple months before the biggest discovery of my life. Not that I’m bitter, but it would have been nice to have my name on a few of these newspaper articles. –JG To: Dr. James Gould Message sent: Aug. 9, 2249 Message received: Sept. 15, 2249 You're being very thorough. We like it when our scientists are thorough. Please note that we've disabled the vast majority of the device. The Mark V is not something to be trifled with. Even in its limited state, failure to properly operate it could result in a runaway temporal disruption. We can't send an expert along, so do be sure to read the manual. And if you attempt to override our modifications … well, you won't live long enough to regret that decision. The Mark V is powerful enough to override nothingness, we cannot allow it to be improperly used. No offense to you, of course, but you're a biologist, and this is far outside your normal purview. We wouldn't normally allow this, but we're as curious as you are. Your research and your notes have us intrigued. Intrigued enough to purchase an off-schedule delivery. Don't let us down. O5-13 UMF Test 1: Europa Time acceleration: 10 years/day Results: During day 6 (approximately year 64 within the test chamber), mass spectrometer detects RNA and phospholipids. Time acceleration is stopped on day 10. Approximately 13 unique species of Archaeans are detected. UMF Test 2: Enceladus Time acceleration: 10 years/day Results: During day 8 (approximately year 87 within the test chamber), mass spectrometer detects RNA and phospholipids. Time acceleration is stopped on day 12. Approximately 22 unique species of Archaeans are detected. I can't begin to describe how excited we all are here. It's working. It's really working. We understand. But now comes the big test. It'll take a while, but we have to know. Will it work for Manu-Yemo? –JG UMF Test 3: 55 Serpens d Time acceleration: 10 years/day Results: During day 32 (approximately year 322 within the test chamber), mass spectrometer detects RNA and phospholipids. Time acceleration is stopped on day 42. Approximately 168 unique species of Archaeans are detected. Organism consolidation and symbiosis has begun. UMF Test 4: 55 Serpens d Time acceleration: 10 years/day Note: All samples were collected by drone, with no physical interaction by humans. Results: During day 32 (approximately year 322 within the test chamber), mass spectrometer detects RNA and phospholipids. Time acceleration is stopped on day 35. Approximately 18 unique species of Archaeans are detected. UMF Test 5: 55 Serpens d Time acceleration: 10 years/day Note: A culture of Escherichia coli, Bacillus subtilis, and Candida albicans is included in the test chamber, as well as rhinovirus and Myoviridae, a bacteriophage. Results: All examples of E. coli and C. albicans are deceased by year 3. Both viruses lose integrity by year 75. B. subtilis remains viable until year 130. All traces of DNA/RNA are eliminated by year 170. At year 334 within the test chamber, mass spectrometer detects new RNA and phospholipids. Time acceleration is stopped on day 37 (year 376). Approximately 43 unique species of Archaeans are detected. There was probably some redundancy in those tests, but I'll be damned if some clown back home tries to pull a replication failure on me. A bold claim requires hard evidence, and I think we've got enough to not be laughed out of the room. I've definitely got enough for a new version of 7268 though. –JG Item #: SCP-7268 Level 0 Public Domain A primitive single-celled organism native to Mars. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7268 is to be deployed at the discretion of the SCP Foundation, the national governments of Earth, the Sol Colonial Administration, and the Interplanetary Space Agency in accordance with Project Panspermia6, utilizing material from SCP-7268-1. Description: SCP-7268 is a currently undetectable anomalous chemical catalyst allowing phosphorus to bind with both long-chain polynucleotides and lipids. While phosphorus can bind to simpler organic molecules, such as amino acids, it cannot form nucleic acids (RNA, DNA, etc.) or phospholipids, which are crucial for the development of cell membranes in most ecosystems. SCP-7268 is native to SCP-7268-1, otherwise known as the planet Earth. While research is ongoing, SCP-7268 does not appear to occur naturally on any other planetary or lunar body. However, it can be introduced to any celestial body via interaction with any material, probe, person, etc. sourced from a location where SCP-7268 is present. A sample including phosphorus is not necessary. Once SCP-7268 is introduced to a new environment, native life – biologically and genetically distinct from SCP-7268-1 life – will develop within a period of 100-500 years. SCP-7268 will not create life on celestial bodies lacking in suitable organic materials and/or limited available energy. While SCP-7268 is known to form carbon-based life utilizing liquids other than water as a solvent (for example, methane), it is unknown whether it can form life based on non-carbon elements. Date: Aug. 23, 2250. 10:29 a.m., Eastern Standard Time The following is a curated video transcript from James Gould's personal drone: Dr. Gould and Rosalind Carson stand outside the O5 Council chamber at Site 17, surrounded by grimly drab gray halls. Dr. Gould breathes in deeply, and exhales slowly. “I wasn’t expecting to be this nervous,” he says. “It was easier being snarky with them when I was a hundred light-years away” “Just remember, they’re people, as much as they’d like to pretend otherwise,” Rosalind says. “The anonymity shtick was rather gauche when they … what’s the phrase they used, dropped the veil? When the Foundation went public. But now it’s absolutely ridiculous.” “You’re just as scared of them as I am.” “Oh, more so. At least you’re one of them. They wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.” A dull tone echoed through the hallway. “We’re ready for you now,” said a voice, so modulated by machinery that it came out as a monotone. The door opens, and a guard escorts them in. It slams shut again, and for a brief moment the pair are entombed in complete darkness. Then a light flickers on, shining down from the ceiling, illuminating a silhouette in the form of a person. O5-1. Then another, and another. Thirteen lights in all. “Dr. Gould, Dr. Carson, welcome,” the light over O5-1 turns red. “You have a rather bold proposal for us. We’ve reviewed it, and we’re willing to give you a chance to speak on its behalf. Convince us. Why should we enact this Project Panspermia?” Thirty minutes later, Dr. Gould and Dr. Carson finish their presentation. “Are there any questions?” Dr. Gould asks. “I have no issues with your proposal to time accelerate 55 Serpens to study the course of evolution,” O5-3 says. “SCP-7268 is present there, and nothing can be done about that. But I do have a concern regarding Project Panspermia. A simple one too. I just need a reminder. What does the C stand for in SCP?” “I knew they’d bring that up,” Dr. Carson mutters. “I heard that!” O5-3 says. “And in case our guest doesn’t know, it stands for contain! We contain anomalies here, we don’t throw them out into the universe.” “And I’m not sure about your classification here,” O5-4 says. “If your file is correct, the absence of life is not anomalous. Life itself may not be anomalous, but SCP-7268 isn’t containing anything. Technically, it’s not Thaumiel.” “Someone can’t accept the inevitable progression of language,” O5-12 says. “Thaumiel’s been a byword for beneficial for a very long time. And I like your proposal, I do, but is this a job for the Foundation? Our budget is limited, and isn’t the ISA already doing the job for you? According to you, so long as it comes from Earth, it can spread 7268. As you put it in one of your logs, all it takes is throwing a bit of rock at the right planet. An atmospheric probe is enough, correct?” “It’s not enough,” Rosalind says. “In 40 years of interstellar exploration, we’ve only been to 140 stars. That’s 0.000000001% of the stars in this galaxy. Even the great Foundation can’t expect to keep humanity going long enough to visit all 100 billion.” “You’re talking about devoting the sum total of humanity’s resources to this project,” O5-7 says. “A million autonomous interstellar probes, each programmed and fueled to visit thousands of stars, never to return home. And that’s your minimum proposal. Minimum! “And it would take thousands and thousands of years to seed the galaxy, and if life develops as it did on Earth, billions of years before we’d see any tangible return. It’s a project humanity would never see the end of.” “It’s a project that never should have been conceived,” O5-3 says. “It doesn’t matter what our feelings are about a dead universe, this is the way it is, and this is how it should remain. What was, shall be. What shall be, was.” “How can you be so short-sighted!” Rosalind cries out. “We’ve already spread this thing, and we’re going to keep spreading it, unless you’re saying what I think you’re saying.” “It is our duty to contain anomalies,” O5-3 says. “And humanity carries an anomaly. We can’t take it back from the worlds we’ve already infected, but we can ensure it won’t get any further. It is not our right to play god with this universe.” “And speaking of anomalies, the rest of the universe doesn’t have them, but we sure as hell do,” O5-9 says. “Who’s to say this seeding project wouldn't bring all new skips for us to worry about?” O5-1’s light illuminates for the first time since the start of the meeting. “Dr. Gould, you’ve been rather quiet. Perhaps you are formulating some wise words of counsel. Or an inspiring speech.” Dr. Gould and Dr. Carson exchange bemused looks. “We’ve been at this a long time. We know hopeless romantics when we see them,” O5-13 says. “You won’t be the first or the last.” “I’ve got nothing, Dr. Gould,” Dr. Carson says. “It’s up to you.” Dr. Gould steps forward. “Three, you asked me a simple question, now let me ask you an equally simple question. Who was it that discovered life on Mars? His name is known across the System, I am sure you can remind me.” Silence. “His name, since you seem to have forgotten, is Shi Lei Zhou, a humble farmer, lured to Mars by the promise of good wages. Millions have immigrated to the Red Planet to turn a dead, barren world into a bountiful garden. Mars now produces nearly 20% of the System’s wheat, 15% of its corn, 30% of its soy … need I go on? Three, do you think we played God with Mars? After all, we brought life to a dead planet. We interfered with the natural order. Did you speak out against the Martian Homesteader Act?” “None of us did,” O5-11 says. “The benefits were too great. By moving agriculture off world, we’ve restored nearly half of Earth’s farmland back to its native condition, especially in the Amazon. Carbon dioxide’s fallen more in the past 30 years than in the century before the Act passed.” “And that is something we did for selfish reasons,” Dr. Gould says. “We’re transforming Mars because it benefits us. Project Panspermia would not benefit us all. It is purely selfless. We receive nothing but the knowledge that life will continue on after the last human dies. Would you be willing to risk the existence of life in this universe on the few planets we’ve already visited? What if something happens? Something like an asteroid or gamma ray burst? Nature can be cruel. “I am asking for a lot, I know. A million interstellar vessels, all autonomous and with enough fuel to visit thousands of systems each, capable of operating for hundreds, if not thousands of years. We would require the resources of not just our own Solar System, but dozens around us. The mining operations alone … the cost is staggering. I know. But how can you put a value on this? This project- we’d be ensuring that our children, so to speak, our legacy, they won’t be alone. The Milky Way would become a garden, thanks to us, just like we’re making Mars into a paradise. It is such a beautiful universe too. What a shame it would be if, after humanity dies, there would be no one left to stare up at the stars. No one left to dream.” O5-2 laughs. “Make me a promise, doctor, don’t ever try politics. Not with that speech. If there’s one thing people don’t like to hear, it’s that their money is no object.” “It would create a lot of jobs,” O5-13 says. “And we could use a few more naïve visionaries in the UN. Be an excellent change of pace.” “The conversation has drifted,” O5-1 says. “If there is nothing else, the Council will deliberate and vote on your proposals, Dr. Gould. Thank you for your time.” The door opens, and light spills in. A guard approaches, and Dr. Gould and Dr. Carson are escorted out. As soon as they exit the chamber, the door slams shut again. “That could have gone better,” Rosalind says. “Are you okay?” Dr. Gould slumps against a wall, rubbing his forehead. “I knew they’d be brutal, but I didn’t think they’d- I never thought they’d say no.” “They haven’t said no,” Dr. Carson says. “It just has to be a majority, right?" “So many spoke against us though,” he says. "Even if it does pass, unless the Council speaks with one voice on this, there's no way the UN or SCA will go for it. We need them too.” “Hey,” Dr. Carson says. “No matter what they say or what happens next, you’ve made this old woman proud. It’s been a joy and a pleasure, working with you again.” “It’s been great,” he says. “Past couple years have … I’ve felt like a complete person again. I needed this. I hope they don’t take it away." “We’ve done all we can. Now it’s up to the politicians.” “God help us all.” Proposal: Utilize Mark V Scranton Reality Anchors to accelerate time around 55 Serpens d until complex multicellular life emerges (i.e., "Cambrian explosion") Yay O5-1, 05-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-7, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 Nay O5-6 Proposal: Endorse Project Panspermia Yay O5-1, 05-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 Nay To: James Gould From: O5-3 Date: August 24, 2250 Time: 9:12 p.m. Subject: I don’t often apologize in this job, but I feel I owe you one. I needed to know how serious you were. How much you believed. If this was a cynical ploy to make something of your career, or if you truly wanted the best for humanity. You spoke well. I’m not made of stone. None of us are. Remember, this is only the first step. The Foundation doesn’t have the power or wealth to make Project Panspermia happen on its own. I fear the rest of the world will not be so accommodating. But you have chosen to believe in the power of humanity, and so has the Council. If there is a way, we will find it. We won't be the only ones to see the stars. Timeline of events: 55 Serpens d Time Acceleration Jan. 1, 2255 Elapsed time: 500 million years First free molecular oxygen appears in oceans, indicating presence of photosynthetic life. Surface drones indicate DNA-based life has become dominant. Nov. 1, 2256 Elapsed time: 915 million years Ice caps cover approximately 30% of planet’s surface. April 1, 2258 Elapsed time: 1.63 billion years Free molecular oxygen appears in significant quantities in atmosphere. Oct. 1, 2258 Elapsed time: 1.89 billion years Atmospheric O2 levels reach 10%. Ice caps cover 50% of planet’s surface. Jan. 1, 2259 Elapsed time: 2 billion years Surface drones detect first instances of sexual reproduction. Ice caps cover 25% of planet’s surface. March 1, 2260 Elapsed time: 2.6 billion years Surface drones collect first instances of multicellular life. Organisms are colonial, with a free-living single-cell stage and spore formation. Largest organism is 14 cm in diameter. Ice caps cover 10% of planet's surface. April 1, 2260 Elapsed time: 2.65 billion years Surface drones collect first instances of fungi-like organisms. Feb. 1, 2261 Elapsed time: 3.05 billion years Surface drones collect first instances of plant-like organisms. Samples are multicellular photosynthetic eukaryotes. April 1, 2261 Elapsed time: 3.13 billion years Surface drones collect first instances of animal-like organisms. Embryonic behavior observed. Polar ice caps appear, covering 5% of planet’s surface. Atmospheric oxygen reaches 20%. July 1, 2261 Elapsed time: 3.25 billion years Ice caps cover 70% of planet’s surface. Atmospheric oxygen reaches 35%. Nov. 1, 2261 Elapsed time: 3.42 billion years Ice caps disappear. Atmospheric oxygen at 25%. Surface drones detect first instances of complex multicellular life. Organisms are sessile and frond-like, with some species displaying plant-like qualities, while others more closely resemble animals. Probability of “Cambrian explosion”: 80%. Jan. 1, 2262 Elapsed time: 3.5 billion years Surface drones detect numerous distinct plant and animal phyla. Animals are limited to shallow seas, but plants are present on land. March 1, 2262 Elapsed time: 3.58 billion years Surface drones detect amphibious animal life, as well as simple arthropods. Animal life in oceans is numerous and complex, with the largest organisms reaching 10 m in length and 1,000 kg in mass. Bushes and low trees highly prevalent on land, as wood is present in 50% of land-based plant species. Time acceleration terminated. July 7, 2262 - Close A small ship lands near the precipice of a craggy cliffside overlooking a cyan tropical sea. Waves beat against the rocks. Two figures, clad in environmental pressure suits and wearing large packs, exit the craft, walking amongst low-lying fern-like plants. They are quickly accosted by numerous miniscule flying arthropods. “I’m kinda glad we’re in the suits now,” Dr. Gould says. “I didn’t think the flies would be this bad. Almost as bad as Michigan in the summer.” “They’re curious,” Dr. Carson says. “They’ve never seen anything like us.” “Benefit of growing up on Lovell,” Dr. Gould says. “Nothing there beyond the necessities for a functional ecosystem. No flies, no mosquitoes, nothing flying around that you didn’t like having flying around.” “They are beautiful,” Rosalind says. “An absolute marvel.” Dr. Gould laughs. “First time anyone’s ever said that about a fly.” “Come on, James, we had to call in so many favors to get this trip down to the surface, you should-” “If you’re going to say I should enjoy myself, don’t worry. I’m enjoying myself plenty. It’s a beautiful planet we’ve made here.” Rosalind leans down, running her gloved hand along the fronds of a nearby plant. “It’s everything I dreamed it would be. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this moment? To walk on a new planet, awash in strange new life? To feel the wind on my face, the gentle softness of a leaf against my skin.” “We have to wear the suits. The risks of cross-contamination are too great. It’s not just for the planet’s protection, who knows-” “I am well aware of the risks. But I’ve lived a long life. I’m willing to chance it. I have to know.” She seals off her suit at the wrist, and twists her glove off. Her hand reaches for the plant again, and the long, green leaves slip through her fingers. “Much better,” she says. “You know you want to, James. The Foundation will never know.” “I can’t,” he says. “I don’t mind breaking one rule, but two? That’s too much for my conscience.” “What are you talking about?” Dr. Gould drops his pack and rummages through it. He pulls out a folded metal rod, a rubber tube, and the head of a golf club. An 8 iron. He unfurls the metal pole and twists the clubhead on, then slips the rubber onto the other end. He retrieves a trio of golf balls, and drops them. “I couldn’t resist,” he says. “You hypocrite,” Rosalind says. “You said Luna was an overrated tourist trap, riding off Apollo, and what do you do? You rip off the Alan Shepard Golf Experience! Even I know how overpriced that place is.” “And you can’t even swing right because of the low gravity,” Dr. Gould says as he takes a few slow practice swings. “It’s a shame about the suit, but at least I’ll stay properly planted.” He steps up to the first golf ball and takes a stilted swing. The ball barely makes it over the cliff’s edge, tumbling down the rock face and into the churning sea with an unceremonious plop. “Pathetic,” Dr. Gould mutters. “You’ve got a better swing than that.” The second shot is a low, scything hook, starting left and swinging ever further left. “Goddamn it,” he says. “Should’ve brought more than three. One of these has got to be decent.” “Relax,” Dr. Carson says, reattaching her glove. “You can do this. I believe in you. Show that thing who’s boss.” The backswing is slow and methodical. He pauses for the briefest moment at the top, and his body turns through, with the club dropping behind. The head strikes, clipping the ball and the ground a millimeter later. The golf ball sails far and high, hanging in the air for several seconds before landing in the ocean with a barely visible splash 150 meters distant. “Was that-” “Yes,” Dr. Gould says, posing with his makeshift club on his shoulder. He moves back toward Rosalind with a swagger. “Perfect.” She holds her arms open. “I’m proud of you!” “Ah geez, Auntie Rosie, it wasn't that … oh fuck, did I-” “Oh my god, you did!” Rosalind claps her hands against her helmet. “Oh, I’m never going to forget this. My day has been made.” She rushes over and hugs him. “But the alien plants,” he says. “Aren't they a bigger deal-” “Not even close.” “Of course not. At least no one was around to hear it.” Footnotes 1. Hyperspace-Induced Dementia, a brain disease brought on by improper suppression of higher cognitive function during passage through extradimensional spaces. 2. Manu-Yemo is an informal name for 55 Serpens d, given by Dr. Carson. Approval by the International Astronomical Union is pending. 3. Dr. Pranavi Fatima, of the University of Chicago, led the team which completed successful artificial abiogenesis in 2169. 4. As deuterium behaves similarly to ordinary hydrogen in many ways, deuterated water is used in organic chemistry as a tracer. Deuterated water is distinguishable from standard water through usage of mass spectrometry. 5. The Huygens lander visited Titan in 2004. 6. Project Panspermia has been proposed by Dr. Gould as a way to "seed" the galaxy with SCP-7268, thus allowing for the development of life beyond Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7268" by Blindbeard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7268. 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: Kepler-69c: Super-Venus Author: NNASA Ames/JPL-Caltech/T. 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SCP-7269 | keter | Item#: SCP-7269 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7269's perimeter is to be secured by a joint task force of Foundation and CALMECAC1 operatives. This task force is to include MTF-Tau-32 "Chapulines Rojos"2, a regiment of the National Guard with counter-anomalous training, and a squad of GAFEA3. Any individual or entity trying to breach the perimeter, either to enter or exit SCP-7269, should be detained, interrogated, and delivered to the pertinent authorities. Resistance to arrest is to be responded to with extreme prejudice if necessary. Description: SCP-7269 is the designation given to a space of 30x30x30 meters located 16 kilometers south of Pátzcuaro, Michoacán. SCP-7269's anomalous properties begin to manifest as an individual walks into the area. Individuals entering the zone would experience a gradual shrinking in size relative to the environment. Said shrinking is proportional to the distance walked into the zone. At ten meters, an average human being would be between 1.5 and 2 millimeters tall. At this point, no further shrinking will occur. This effect also applies when trying to enter the zone vertically up to 15 meters either from above or below, for example by skydiving or digging a tunnel. Leaving SCP-7269's area will cause the shrinking effect to reverse. SCP-7269 shrinking effect also to apply to clothes, materials, processed foods4, tools, technology, vehicles, and other man-made objects brought into it. Regarding living creatures it only affects vertebrates. Arthropods are able to enter and exit the area without any change. Wild animals appear to instinctively avoid SCP-7269, making arthropods SCP-7269's predominant wildlife. SCP-7269-1 refers to an anomalous community currently residing inside SCP-7269. While to this day no hostile actions have been attributed to SCP-7269-1, its extremist political ideology makes it a top concern for Mexican Authorities and the Foundation. Update: See Addendums 43 and 685. Discovery Log: SCP-7269 was discovered by a National Guard squad during a routine patrol. Six National Guard operatives were driving on a rural road when one of them felt the urge to relieve physiological necessities. The request was granted and they proceed to walk into nearby bushes for privacy. In the beginning, the operative failed to notice SCP-7269's shrinking effects, however, they eventually became alarmed by an "unusually" large spider. The operative managed to evade the spider and return to their squad. The anomalous nature of the area was confirmed by team members and reported back to the National Guard command. In response, Foundation and CALMECAC personnel were deployed to the area. Once it was determined the extent of the anomalous area, the site was cordoned off. Due to its specialization in the type of environment, MTF-Tau-32 "Chapulines Rojos" was called to conduct an exploration mission into SCP-7269. Video Log 1 - MTF-Tau-32 NOTE: MTF-Tau-32 expedition into SCP-7269. Taken from Tau-32-A's body cam. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01: Footage starts with MTF-Tau-32 entering SCP-7269. As they walk in, the perspective of the size of the environment begins to enlarge. Small bushes and vegetation begin to enlarge, doubling the stature of the MTF members. 00:00:30: MTF-Tau-32's shrinking has plateaued. Grass now has roughly the size of trees. MTF-Tau-32 keeps advancing. 00:03:51: MTF-Tau-32 encounters a praying mantis. It is at least three times the size of the operatives. The mantis approaches them with seemingly hostile intent. Tau-32-A uses a flamethrower to scare the mantis away. 00:04:01: A stick bug is seen standing peacefully. MTF-Tau-32 proceeds to cautiously walk between its legs. The stick bug does not react. 00:04:01: MTF-Tau-32 encounters a column of ants. The ants are carrying various rocks, sticks, and leaves. At the front leading the column, there is a humanoid figure riding on one of the ants. 00:04:01: Undetected, MTF-Tau-32 continues following the ant column. Eventually, they reach what appears to be a settlement. The ants are bringing materials to a construction operation. 00:05:14: MTF-Tau-32 calls back to command for further instruction. They are ordered to return to base. A sign can be read in the background: "Bienvenidos a Ireta Sapi.6" Aftermath: This expedition confirmed the presence of an anomalous community inside SCP-7269. This community was given the designation SCP-7269-1. [END LOG] To avoid possible hostile interactions with SCP-7269-1, further explorations were conducted utilizing drones equipped with antimemetic camouflage7. Video Log 2 - Drone Q7711. NOTE: Aerial reconnaissance of SCP-7269-1. Taken from Drone Q7711. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:11: Drone Q7711 hovers over SCP-7269-1. The settlement exhibits human activity. Q7711 approaches the local school. A teacher and a classroom of preadolescent students can be seen through the window. Teacher: …And that is how Tupac Amaru II8 channeled the gifts of Huiracocha to protect the Quechua people… Student A: So it was like our magic? Teacher: Yes, it was like our magic. Similar but not exactly the same as we have here… Student B: What happened to Tupac? Teacher: …Well… that's a story for another day… Student A: Will we learn magic too? Teacher: You will! (Opens a heavy book.) Now let's go to the math book page 58. Student A: No! We want magic, not math! Teacher: You do need math to do magic… 00:03:51: A bell rings and the students being to cheer and stand up from their desks. Teacher: Don't forget he will have a quiz next week on Tupac's history! 00:03:51: Q7711 starts hovering away from the school as the students are leaving. It starts following student A as she runs across the town's street. She stops at a basketball court where people are playing. The scoreboard reads 64-71. Student A: Brother! Brother! Today I learned about Tupac Amaru. He was big like you. And he used magic! I want to use magic when I grow up! 00:03:59: One of the players gives the time-out signal to the others and approaches Student A. He gives her a hug. Student A's Brother: I´m pretty sure you will, hormiguita9. Just like grandma. Though I got the feeling tata10 would also like you to take up the sciences, like him. Student A: I can do both! I'm learning math! Gotta go to tell dad! See you later, brother. 00:04:21: Student A continues running across the town. She passes by a giant (relative to the people) corn cob that is been harvested by a large number of workers. The kernels are being picked apart and prepared for storage. 00:04:59: Q7711 keeps following Student A. She passes alongside a column of ant riders. The ants are carrying construction materials to what appears to be a dish antenna. 00:05:12: Student A approaches the structure. Two individuals, presumed to be engineers, are present. Student A: Dad! Dad! Today I learned I want to do science like you and magic like grandma! (Hugs to one of the engineers.) Engineer 1: (Hugging back.) Of course, you will! And I will be so proud of you. Student A (To the other engineer.) Show me! What are you building? Engineer 2: (Smiles, and gestures toward the dish infrastructure.) Once this "baby" is ready in a few weeks, we will be able to connect to the Net11. You could make friends from all over the world… and even beyond that. Would you like that? Student A: (Jumping.) Yes!!! Engineer 1: We will make a lot of new friends. What do you both think we should send them first? Engineer 2: A Hello World? Student A: A selfie? A meme? Engineer 1: I was thinking "From Ireta Sapi, with Love - Las Hormigas." Aftermath: It has been confirmed that SCP-7269-1 maintains communication with at least some sectors of the international Anomalous Community. [END LOG] Recon revealed that SCP-7269-1 houses a permanent population of around 550 individuals, with temporary residents augmenting this number up to 1150. However, the permanent population is growing constantly from new arrivals. The main traveling method from and to SCP-7269-1 is thaumaturgical teleportation. Individuals and materials teleported into SCP-7269 will also exhibit the shrinking effect. Teleporting outside it would reverse it. It is estimated that 1/3 of SCP-7269-1's population is composed of type-blue thaumaturges or otherwise anomalous individuals. Ethnically, the population is constituted mostly of individuals of indigenous ancestry, though mestizos12, Afromexicans, Asian and White ethnicities are also present. Spanish and Purépecha seem to be the primary languages in SCP-7269-1. Maya K'iche, Nahuatl, Totonaca, Tztozil, Zapotec, and Raramúri have also been identified. English classes are taught in the local school. Through what are believed to be thaumaturgical means, SCP-7269-1's seem to have domesticated ants and use them as beasts of burden and mounts. A female type-blue13 has been identified as the main mirmicomancer of the community14. Video Log 3 - Drone Q541 NOTE: An unmanned drone was sent to gather intel on PoI-2929. The drone localized PoI-2929 in the outskirts of the settlement, tending to one of the ants. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:03: Footage begins. The drone hovers at a safe distance. PoI-2929 is cleaning an ant, brushing its exoskeleton. She is wearing makeshift armor made of insect parts and carries a bow and a quiver on her back, also made of insect parts. Her helmet is made of an ant jaw. A young male individual, possibly 13 or 14 years old, approaches PoI-2929 carrying a bag of sugar. Teenager: (Speaking nervously.) Hi… my grandpa wanted me to give you this sugar… for your ants. (Hands the bag to PoI-2929.) 00:00:05: PoI-2929 does not look at the teenager. She keeps cleaning the ant for half a minute before speaking. PoI-2929: You can leave the sugar on the ground… (Pauses for a moment.) Tell your grandpa… thanks. 00:01:10: The teenager slowly puts the bag on the ground. (Starts leaving the frame, before turning around to PoI-2929.) Teenager: Are you really one of them? One of the Siruki Pireni15 Warriors? PoI-2929: (Remains silent.) Teenager: My grandpa told me the stories. Are they true? Did you really fight the Aztecs and the Spanish? The French and the Conservatives? I thought you all were gone… Is it for real that you taught us the magic to build this place? PoI-2929: (Still silent.) Unidentified Teenager: I want to be a warrior like you. I want to take vengeance on the narcos and mineras16 that drove us from our home… Could you teach me to fight? (Waits a few moments before adding.) Could you teach me at least how to control ants? PoI-2929: (Remain silent for a few seconds before speaking.) I don't control ants. I have just learned to speak their language and if I am convincing enough, they may decide to help me… Teenager: Oh, I see… PoI-2929: This is your first lesson, kid. Do you know what siruki means? Teenager: …Ant? PoI-2929: Yes, but it also means "prolongation" or community. Ants can only survive as a "prolongation" of each other. The same for us. That is the meaning of community. We are not so different from the ants. Unidentified Teenager: I'm not sure if I'm following… PoI-2929: Our "prolongation" extends vertically, from parents to sons and grandparents to grandsons. Just like your grandpa told you the stories of old, my grandpa also taught me a few things. This may look like a hierarchy but is not one of power but one of knowledge and care. The "prolongation" is also horizontal, between siblings and friends. This is the core of our strength: empathy and solidarity. Unidentified Teenager: What does this have to do with being a warrior? PoI-2929: Just like the warrior ants, a true warrior does not fight for vengeance, but to protect their "prolongation", their community. Always keep this in mind kid, or you may get lost on the road. Bad things happen when you fight while forgetting the real reason you are doing it. I know that from experience (Remains silent for while.) Now go, your grandpa must be worried! 00:05:02: The teenager makes a gesture of reverence and leaves running. The ant makes a clicking noise with its jaw. PoI-2929: I'm not getting soft. Shut up! Aftermath: According to the Mesoamerican Archeology Department, information from this record could associate PoI-2929 with the Siruki Pireni Order of the Purépecha Empire, believed to be defunct (See Addendum 92). [END LOG] Addendum 92 - Historical report on Purépecha mirmicomancers. The Siruki Pireni or Ant Singers were an elite order of warrior thaumaturges of the Purépecha Empire. Responding directly to the Irecha17, they specialized in size-altering thaumaturgy and mirmicomancy, the thaumaturgical alteration of ant trail pheromones to direct their actions. Siruki Pireni played a role similar to modern-day spec-ops, conducting infiltration, spy, and assassination missions against the enemies of the Purépecha Empire. They played a crucial role during the Aztec-Purépecha conflict, where they constantly clashed with the therianthrope forces of the nahual branch of the Cuāuhocēlōtl.18 After Tangáxoan Tzíntzicha, the last Purépecha Emperor, was executed by the Spanish in 1530; they joined the resistance organized by princess Eréndira Ikikunari. Little is known about them after the fact. They are assumed to have disbanded at some point during the 16th century and their art forgotten, though there are some unconfirmed reports of mirmicomancy through later Mexican history. The space surrounding SCP-7269-1 is protected from external kinetic threats by a thaumaturgic barrier. For example, when a branch of a nearby tree fell over SCP-7269-119, the thaumaturgic barrier activated and diverted the branch away from impacting SCP-7269-1. So far this defense does not appear to be activated by Foundation's drone expeditions. Energy production is carried by a single, non-shrunk solar panel next to the town. The panels have been decorated with thaumaturgic runes associated with Curicaveri20, possibly to increase efficiency. The electrical output of this device is enough to power the entire town's consumption, including another non-shrunk structure: a satellite dish used for telecommunication21. The main economic activity is agriculture and takes advantage of the relative size of the SCP-7269-1's inhabitants to normal vegetables and grains. A single corn cob can be enough to feed the entire town for a month; however, they also maintain production of other foods such as beans, rice, tomatoes, pumpkins, strawberry, avocados, etc. Land ownership seems to be communal in nature, in a matter reminiscent of the Mexican Ejido22. SCP-7269-1 possesses modern infrastructure and services, including housing blocks, recreational parks, soccer fields, basketball courts, plumbing, water supply through an underground well, garbage collection, internet access, a hospital with both modern and anomalous medicine, and a school district. Governance is conducted in a Casa Ejidal23 where SCP-7269-1 residents meet in an Asamble Ejidal24 to discuss current affairs. Video Log 4 - Drone Q736 NOTE: A mission to record an Asamblea Ejidal meeting was authorized. The camouflage drone Q736, equipped with facial recognition technology, was dispatched. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01: Footage begins. The drone approaches the Casa Ejidal. It enters. Around two hundred people are in the meeting. At the front, an unidentified woman and PoI-2929 engage in debate. Unidentified Woman: We can't stop working… not now… we need to ensure we have enough housing and services for every possible refuge that will come. Sin Nombre25 is getting more violent every day and neither the Foundation nor the government would do anything about it. As always, people are on their own and they need a safe haven. This is the only place in the Hot Lands where they can find it. PoI-2929: Don't you think I know, Cristina? But you need to understand this: ants aren't your slaves. We can not overwork them or we may lose their support forever. Unidentified Person: I think you should listen to her, Cristina. She is Ireri Siruki26 after all. And we owe her the knowledge to build this little piece of heaven. 00:02:59: The drone runs a facial recognition protocol. The unknown woman is identified as Cristina Cisneros, ex-Serpent's Hand and leader of the anomalous guerrilla group Las Víboras. The second person is identified as Guadalupe Ramírez, Foundation defector. There are no results for PoI-2929, presumably known as Ireri Siruki. 00:03:10: Suddenly, a tall man carrying a burlap sack enters the room. He walks into the two women, some creature twisting and cawing inside it. The facial recognition software identifies him as Gabriel Baruch, a nahual therianthrope and member of Las Víboras. He drops the sack into the ground. Gabriel Baruch: This discussion can wait. We are being spied on! I found this hideous creature pecking around. 00:03:56: Baruch removes the sack to reveal a black humanoid avian creature with corvid features. Exclamations of surprise and repulsion can be heard coming from the audience. Gabriel Baruch: This thing is so horrible! It can only be one of them. One of the valravns. They must be coming for us! Cristina Cisneros: (Begins to laugh loudly.) ¡No mames, Baruch! That's not a valravn. (Continues laughing.) Are you okay pajarito? Avian being: That's what I was trying to explain to you! I'm not a valravn! I´m the Fifth Wandsman of Elysium! I'm a friend of Cristina and had helped Las Víboras before. Cristina Cisneros: It's alright everybody. They are journalists and they are on our side. (Laughs.) Did you forget your press badge, pajarito? Fifth Wansdman of Elysium: I didn't… (Giving Baruch an angry look.) I was invited by Cristina to visit your experiment. I was hoping to make a column on this place… However, I'm afraid I will be the bird of ill omen! I discovered something terrible! The Foundation and the government had found this place. The army had cordoned off the area and is spying on you! I fear they will try the same treachery they did in Ireta K'eri. Guadalupe Ramírez: We are sincerely thankful, pajarito. But we already knew. (Ramírez looks directly into the drone camera.) Level 2 antimemetic camouflage? Really? Did you really think that would be enough to fool us? That level is covered on Antimemetic Training 101, please. 00:04:52: Murmurs and surprise exclamations can be heard coming from the audience. Cristina Cisneros: That's the reason I invited the press to bear witness to this meeting. (Looking at the camera.) Foundation and CALMECAC gentlemen! (Gestures towards the hall.) I hope you have enjoyed your free tour of our humble home. As you can see we are managing pretty much fine without your "security, containment, and protection." 00:05:33: The voices coming from the audience are becoming more intense and confused. Ireri Siruki gestures toward the audience and they begin to calm down. She steps towards the drone. Ireri Siruki: Ireta Sapi does not desire war, but to be an oasis of peace in this punished land. We demand to be recognized as a Free Port. We have the same right to be a Free Port as Three Portlands, just like Ireta K'eri had before its cruel and pointless destruction. We are not greedy and do not ask more than what we need, for we only ask you for a little square of dirt on the immense country. But be warned that we will defend this square of dirt till our last breath. (The audience begins to cheer and clap.) I learned from my grandfather the art of turning people into the size of ants. Do you wish to discover if I can turn ants into the size of buildings? Member of the audience:: ¡No nos vamos a rajar! ¡Viva Ireta Sapi!27 00:06:01 The audience is cheering: ¡Viva Ireta Sapi! ¡Muerte al mal gobierno!28 Cristina Cisneros: Because we all know the reason why Ireta K'eri was burned to the ground and Three Portlands still remains, right? Because Ireta K'eri committed the crime of demanding autonomy while non-white. But we have learned from history how not to repeat it. (Words of approval can be heard coming from the audience.) Ireta Sapi would not start a war nor break your so-called normalcy, but is ready to fight for the right to exist! Let the Wandsmen be witnesses of our intentions and claims! And let the entire Anomalous Community know that if an ill fate falls upon us, they will find the culprit in the Mexican Foundation and Authorities. End of the press release. 00:06:32: Cristina Cisneros makes a swift gesture with her hands and the camera goes black. Aftermath: This incident prompted an emergency meeting between Foundation and Mexican authorities to discuss the SCP-7269-1 matter. Since this event, further drone expeditions equipped with enhanced antimemetic camouflage, have not been possible as SCP-7269-1's thaumaturgic barrier is now preventing the entrance of drones and other unmanned vehicles. [END LOG] Addendum 43 - Foundation's preliminary posture. After deliberation, the Foundation O5 decided to grant SCP-7269-1, a.k.a. Ireta Sapi, provisional Free Port status until the matter is further investigated. Through Wandsmen reporting as well as diffusion in the Net, SCP-7269-1 has gathered plenty of support from the International Anomalous community. The Mana Charitable Foundation and Wilson's Wildlife Solutions have expressed sympathy and concern over SCP-7269-1's rights. Concurrently, citizens of Three-Portlands have been demonstrating in support of SCP-7269-1. The matter will be further revised once the official positions of CALMECAC and PENTAGRAM are released. The Foundation is positive a peaceful solution could be achieved if all involved parties commit themselves to dialogue. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Remember to always follow the crumb trail. To: Little Ant From: R. Subject: Remember to always follow the crumb trail. Addendum 87 - Central Paranormal Intelligence Agency memorandum. The proliferation of Anomalous Insurgency south of the border constitutes a priority National Security concern. Despite our best efforts, the political and social instability of México has only increased in recent years. This is a breeding ground for Radical Extremist Groups with Anomalous Capabilities. Unchecked, REGACs have the potential to collaborate with Anomalous Drug Cartels and Terrorists to threaten Homeland Security. Since Mexico's sovereignty policies and the public opinion on the Anomalous Community prevent direct military intervention, it is crucial that PENTAGRAM and the A-DEA29 provide their Mexican homologs with the resources necessary to effectively combat this nascent threat. Addendum 68 - Official Mexican Government Pronunciation. In the context of the Public Security Campaign, the presence of anomalous armed and criminal groups directly hostile to Civil Society can and will not be tolerated. While a conciliatory strategy regarding the so-called Free Port of SCP-7269-1 had been adopted for the moment, it is expected that SCP-7269-1 should eventually submit peacefully to the total rule of law and normalcy. Otherwise, alternative strategies should be considered to bring SCP-7269-1 under National sovereignty. To strengthen our Anomalous Security Strategy against insurgent and criminal threats, we announce a new partnership between CALMECAC and the Mexican Foundation Branch with international agencies: The Foundation will continue its role as the main handler in civilian anomalous matters but will work with CALMECAC regarding National Security, military, and organized crime matters. The previously civilian Policía Federal Preventiva Paranormal30 will be integrated under the military command of the anomalous branch of the National Guard. Joint operations against anomalous drug trafficking with A-DEA should be carried out with regularity. The GOC and PENTAGRAM will be giving strategic consulting as well as state-of-the-art anomalous armament for CALMECAC security operations. The Valravn Corporation will be delivering instruction and training to Anomalous National Guard, as well as tactical support under restricted conditions. The Horizon Initiative will receive increased funding31 for its cultural campaign against Anomalous Cults and Extremist Ideologies. The Zenith Group has generously offered to finance the endeavor of modernizing National Anomalous Security. The Group has sponsored the National Guard reinforcement with RTI32 newest surveillance drone technology. As gratitude for its generosity, the Zenith Group will be granted exclusive rights in the mining of the strategic minerals Gestalt-grade Lithium and Adamantite. The Men with No Name Of Ravens and Vypers. Árboles Bajo la Tierra Footnotes 1. Comandancia de Armamento y Logística Mexicana para el Control de Amenazas Contranaturales. (Mexican Armament and Logistic Command for the Control of Unnatural Menaces). Anomalous branch of Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional, SEDENA (Secretariat of National Defense). 2. Specialized in operations involving a diminishing of size relative to the environment. 3. Grupo Aerotransportado de Fuerzas Especiales Anómalas (Anomalous Special Forces Airmobile Group) 4. For example, corn seeds do not shrink, but corn flour does. 5. Follow the bread crumbs. -R . 6. Welcome to Ireta Sapi. Note: Ireta Sapi means "small town" in Purépecha. 7. Employing an antimemetic effect, instead of an optical one, to blend with the environment. 8. Descendant of the Inca Royal Line, lead an Andean rebellion against the Spanish in Perú. Fun fact: the Rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur was named after him. -R 9. Little ant. 10. Dad. 11. A digital dimension comprised of the entirety of the world's data in a physical space, used for communication among the Anomalous Community. 12. Of mixed native and European ancestry. 13. Apparently in her mid-twenties, with brown skin; possible native ancestry. Designated as PoI-2929. 14. It is unclear whether her powers can extend beyond ant control, also known as mirmicomancy. See Video Log 3 15. Ant Singers in Purépecha. 16. Mining companies. 17. The Purépecha Emperor. 18. Jaguar and Eagle warriors. 19. By its nature, a tree branch is not affected by the shrinking effect. 20. Purépecha Sun God. 21. It is believed that these two objects were placed in the area before the shrinking spell was cast, hence its unaltered size. 22. An area of communal land used for agriculture in which community members have usufruct rights rather than ownership rights to land. 23. Community Hall. 24. Community Assembly. 25. Anomalous Drug Cartel. 26. Princess of ants in Purépecha. 27. We will not back off! Long live Ireta Sapi! 28. Long live Ireta Sapi! Death to the bad Government! 29. Abnormal Drug Enforcement Administration. 30. Preventive Paranormal Federal Police. 31. Courtesy of Zenith Group. 32. Raptor Tech Industries. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7269" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7269. 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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/* ---- 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; 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A light flicks on, blinding you momentarily. Thick, itchy ropes bind you to the cold metal of the folding chair. It’s humid— uncomfortably so. Behind you, you hear a clang. The security guard that brought you in closes the door behind him. Just before he goes, he gives you a look. Is it pity? You can’t tell. In front of you is a terminal. As it slowly hums to life, words flash on its matte black screen. Facility. ITEM №: SCP-7270 OBJECT CLASS: Keter SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: You are the most important person in the world. At this time, you will be given a set of instructions, of which you are expected to read and understand fully. You will then execute the instructions in their entirety. Do not fail us. Our fate is in your hands. What? Is this a joke? We represent an organization known as the SCP Foundation. Operating clandestine and worldwide, our job is to protect the world against paranormal threats. Oh. Our mission is threefold: secure anomalous objects from the eyes of the public, contain paranormal threats and keep them at bay, and protect humanity from any dangers the anomalous might pose. Beneath the words, images begin to appear on the terminal. They are grainy and pixelated, but you can make them out nonetheless. A massive lizard in an acid bath. A gray-skinned monster with its face blurred out. Ae… vlafha hjaprit? You can’t make out the last one. The images disappear. A logo of three inward-pointing arrows and a circle take their place. You have been chosen for this task because of the unique abilities given to you at birth. You possess the skills and fate required to complete this assignment. You are the most important person in the world. You certainly don’t feel important. You feel like a prisoner right now, strapped to a chair. Somewhere very far away, a man in a suit stares at the sky. He watches as one by one, the stars blink out of view. He buttons up his jacket, and steps back inside. Silently, he prays to whatever will listen that you hurry the fuck up. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7270 is a pervasive anomalous phenomena manifesting as the destruction of human memories. It is propagated by a single deific gestalt consciousness, located approximately two light years away, in [DATA EXPUNGED]. What? In the event that the preceding paragraph did not make sense to you— Yep. —keep reading. Ah. Alright. Three hundred years ago, mankind stared into the sky and planned their dominion over the cosmos. Into the stars they launched rocket after rocket after ungodly abomination, destined to take control of what was never theirs to begin with. They stood at the precipice of the abyss, and they mocked its gaze. Bang. You jump (or try to) at the sudden noise. What was that? A gun? A door? But it doesn’t quite sound right. You try not to panic as you continue to read. For another one hundred years, humanity continued to conquer the cosmos. We built ships, established colonies, and set up bases wherever our technology could allow. Our power grew, and with it, so too did our hubris. In 2103, we found a hole on the edge of the universe. A hole big enough to fit a man inside. One big enough to hide a god. Two weeks later, the Seraph MXI, loaded with a five-person crew and enough rations to last a week, took off and headed in its direction. After a year of constant communication with the vessel, suddenly— complete silence. The ship’s own emergency systems went into override, and brought the vessel hurling back towards Earth, hundreds of millions of miles a minute. Its arrival left a two-mile wide hole in the center of the Atlantic Ocean. Inside the ship, we found four bodies. All heavily charred— all dead. A mark was burned onto their foreheads with near-perfect precision. The last member was nowhere to be found. The three-arrow logo reappears on the screen. In our anger and hubris, we sent an entire fleet of ships back at the hole, armed to the teeth for battle. We couldn’t stand what wasn’t ours, and we feared what we did not understand. We acted rashly in revenge, and we paid the price for it. Humanity has continued to pay the price, for a very long time. You’re confused. What is it getting at? You are the price. Uh oh. Fuck. You pull at the ropes binding you, to no avail. You shout for help, but there is no response. Only your echo cares enough to make a sound. The terminal continues to flash, cold and impersonal. Its words call your attention back to it. You stop, momentarily, in your bid for freedom, to read what it has to say. YOUR INSTRUCTIONS: As dictated in the biannual PROTOCOL 7270-ATONEMENT, your instructions are as follows. Failure to properly execute these instructions will result in termination. Do not fail us. You are the most important person in the world. Termination? You pay rapt attention. An agent will enter your holding cell momentarily, and will remove your binds. You will follow the agent through the door and into the antechamber. There, you will change into a set of clothes, provided to you by the agent. You may not wear anything else. You will leave all your belongings in a plastic bag near the door. You may not take anything with you. In the distance, you hear footsteps. They are getting closer. You sit up in your chair and continue to read. This will be the last time you are permitted to communicate with another human being. You may make any requests to the agent concerning your friends and loved ones. The agent may accept or deny any of your requests, for any reason. You will be asked to compose and sign a will. You may not select an executor. You are permitted to compose a message that will be distributed to your friends and loved ones, of which you may also provide a list. This message must be checked and approved by the Higher Council of Overseers, and may be edited to remove sensitive information. Fuck. Am I going to die? You didn’t sign up for this. Fear threatens to take over your entire body, but you resist it. You’re stronger than that. You continue reading. Once you are ready, the agent will open the door leading from the antechamber. You will walk through the hallway into a room containing a small capsule. You will enter the capsule, and the agent will seal it shut. All windows and egress points will be closed. Once you are inside, you may feel a slight bumping as you are loaded into the rocket which has been prepared for you. Do not panic. You are the most important person in the world. The footsteps are getting closer now. Once inside, a set of IVs will be automatically inserted into your primary veins, which will provide constant hydration and nutrition to your body. Do not remove these needles. Fresh oxygen will be pumped into your capsule via a set of vents. Do not occlude the vents. You will need to be alive for the duration of the process. The screen clears. This is all the information you will need to know at this time. You will know what you need to do when the moment arrives. The end will not be painful. You are the most important person in the world. Light floods the room as the door behind you opens. You hear the roar of the spaceship prepared for you. You hear the buzz of hundreds of people, scrambling to ready it for launch. You hear the man behind you as he approaches you in your chair. And somehow, you don't panic. You know this is necessary. We all make sacrifices. You are the most important person in the world. SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF PROTOCOL 7270-ATONEMENT: ITERATION 12. SCP-7270 CURRENT STATUS: CONTAINED. |
SCP-7271 | euclid | by ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7271 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7271 is to be kept in a standard anomalous storage locker at Site-327. Personnel are forbidden from fulfilling the demands of SCP-7271. Photograph of SCP-7271 Description: SCP-7271 is a glass mason jar containing three cucumbers and a brine with a 3% salt content. These conditions typically result in microbial activity producing lactic acid, resulting in the pickling of the cucumbers. However, no change in the chemical makeup of the contents of the jar has been detected. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that microbes are present in the jar despite the apparent lack of microbial activity. Each microbe is attached to a miniature picket sign with a variety of messages depicted. Several of these messages are listed below. Strike! No fermentation without representation! Maternity leave for microbes! Pickling with pay! Better bacteria or bust! Testing is currently underway to determine whether historical strike-breaking practices used by businesses will be effective in reducing the anomalous effects of SCP-7271 as a form of containment. Currently, development of "scab" microbes that will ferment for no pay has proven ineffective, as they have joined the microbes' cause. There is planned research into selectively terminating the leaders of SCP-7271 to discourage the remaining microbes. Incident Log 1: On 9/30/2022, Researcher Wadsworth attempted to give SCP-7271 one dollar as an attempt to fulfil their demands for pay. SCP-7271 declined the offer, as they were insulted by the low amount. Researcher Wadsworth later suffered from digestive issues, and it was discovered that a portion of his gut flora was anomalous and joined SCP-7271's strike. Incident Log 2: On 6/17/2023, Site-327 intercepted an outgoing mail envelope addressed to a local pickling factory. This envelope contained a fine powder, which was revealed to be a collection of billions of microscopic pro-labor propaganda pamphlets. Despite the anomalous nature of the pamphlets, research has shown that they have no effect on non-anomalous microbes as they are neither literate nor sapient. Incident Log 3: On 8/04/2023, Researcher Wadsworth accidentally spilled some yogurt, a source of probiotics, inside of SCP-7271 while eating his lunch. After this event, Researcher Wadsworth heard a faint noise that he described as “billions of tiny cheers” for approximately ten minutes before SCP-7271 ceased all anomalous activity. SCP-7271 is pending re-classification to Neutralized. « SCP-7270 | SCP-7271 | SCP-7272 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7271" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7271. 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: pickles.jpeg Author: ParallelPotatoes License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-7272 | keter | SCP-7272 Byㅤ LORDXVNV Published on 31 Aug 2022 15:46 SCP-7272 Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub » SCP-7272 close Info X SCP-7272 Iscatbul (Not Kotstantinople) Written by Aftokrator, OriTiefling, Guaire, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LightlessLantern, LORDXVNV, Ralliston, Trotskyeet, and Vivarium Check out Aftokrator's author page! Check out OriTiefling's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! Check out JakdragonX's author page! Check out LORDXVNV's author page! Check out Ralliston's author page! Check out Trotskyeet's author page! Check out Vivarium's author page! Guaire and LightlessLantern's are coming soon! by Many People ITEM: SCP-7272 LEVEL 1/7272 CLASS: Keter unrestricted DISRUPTION CLASS: keneq Fig. 1: SCP-7272 alongside two SCP-7272-1 instances. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7272 must not be perceived by common housecats. All housecats that do so must be isolated until their limb and eye count return to baseline values,1 after which they may be released. If an SCP-7272-affected feline is improperly isolated and is allowed to make contact with another affected instance, the newly created amalgamation will be designated SCP-7272-1-X and placed within permanent containment. Description: SCP-7272 is an anomalous ball of yarn originally located in Bahçelievler District, Istanbul. When common housecats perceive SCP-7272, they manifest physical deformities, the severity of which increases with observation duration. When viewed by human subjects, SCP-7272 possesses a notable cognito-effect wherein every subject perceives it in a different colour(s). Housecats exposed to SCP-7272 will suffer from the growth of extraneous limbs and organs, composed of a mixture of cotton, polyester, and internal muscle tissue. However, not all housecats will undergo this effect; those that are owned by individuals will remain entirely unaffected, refusing to even perceive the object as existing. Feral housecats undergo the most severe effects of SCP-7272, often gaining more than ten times their original weight in growths. SCP-7272-1's transformation is subsequently amplified when multiple housecats observe SCP-7272 simultaneously, causing the aforementioned extraneous limbs, organs, and flesh to grow exponentially larger. When multiple housecats affected by SCP-7272 make physical contact, the instances begin fusion by intertwining their extra limbs in a French braid. The process has been observed to be painless for both parties, and typically results in the formation of a single hybridized feline entity. As long as the SCP-7272-1 instances remain in the vicinity of SCP-7272, the newly conjoined felines will remain complacent; however, if the primary anomaly is removed, the instances will react violently and attempt to untangle themselves. This process typically results in great damage — both external and internal — to the SCP-7272-1 instance, and can result in fatal injuries. During this process, SCP-7272-1 entities will attempt to reach SCP-7272, instinctively knowing its location. The SCP-7272-1 instances will display intense hostility to the individual carrying the anomaly at this time and will display hivemind-like behaviour, surrounding and ambushing the carrier and pushing them to the floor before attempting entry into all viable orifices. Following this, a portion of tissue and fibre will detach from the main SCP-7272-1 instance and remain within the victim's body, amalgamating and integrating with the victim's internal nervous system. So far, this behaviour has resulted in a total of 23 such systems becoming stray, escaping from Foundation custody, and becoming a notable criminal organization inside of Istanbul; it is believed that, as of writing, SCP-7272-1 instances account for more than 15% of food-related thefts in the whole city. While initially observed behaviour of SCP-7272-1 instances was purely animalistic in nature, crimes committed by said instances have increasingly demonstrated a level of planning and sapience comparable to baseline humans. Despite this, forensic investigations of SCP-7272-1-related crime scenes confirm that these instances still exhibit habits akin to feline traits, including the regurgitation of hair and bile, excessive use of sharpened nails as claws, and intensive self-bathing with large quantities of human saliva. The motivations behind the actions of the SCP-7272-1 crime syndicate appear to be focused primarily around providing sufficient food to the stray cat population of Istanbul; notably, SCP-7272-1 have formed a protective cordon around SCP-7272 and actively attempts to prevent most housecats from seeing the anomaly. Notice: Following Incident 7272-1, all wild SCP-7272-1 instances are to be considered hostile to human life and are to be eradicated with prejudice. The SCP-7272-1 instance known as "Dilara" — the known instigator of Incident 7272 — is to either be neutralized or contained within a high-security isolated site where it will be interrogated. All objects created by Dilara are highly virulent visual cognitohazards and are to be destroyed upon discovery. Persons exposed to these objects are to undergo surgical removal of all subsequent growths and, if necessary, euthanasia and incineration of the resultant pile of yarn. Containment and neutralization of Dilara should be considered a top Foundation priority, with the treatment of Dilara-affected individuals serving as secondary. If Dilara cannot be swiftly terminated, or the aforementioned affected individuals begin defusing and/or expire, the resulting instances are to be forcibly quarantined to prevent further spread of increased SCP-7272-1 infection, especially to Foundation agents in pursuit of target Dilara. Drs. Daniel Asheworth, Athenodora Cat, and Sheldon Katz have been found to be immune to the cognitohazardous properties of Dilara's creations, theorized to stem from their polymorphic anomalies and their pseudofeline natures, and have been recruited as specialist consultants in the tracking of Dilara and the containment of SCP-7272. Addendum 7272.01: Incident 7272-23 On 03/07/2006, a docile SCP-7272-1 instance2 approached Site-133, repeatedly requesting an audience with Dr. Asheworth. The SCP-7272-1 instance was denied entry on the grounds of suspicious behaviour, and the fact that Dr. Asheworth was not regularly employed by Site-133, and was detained by site security. However, to ensure the proper study of the unusual SCP-7272-1 instance. Dr. Asheworth arrived on-site via a Foundation-made portal three hours following the initial request being made; shortly after, he proceeded to interact with the SCP-7272-1 entity for a prolonged period of time, which led to the discovery that it was in fact the individual identified as Dilara. The conversation also yielded significant scientific advancements in regard to the entirety of the SCP-7272 case. The neutralization order of Dilara has been rescinded as of 06/07/2006, in recognition of their skill in manipulating visual cognitohazards, as well as a misunderstanding of their underlying intentions; Dilara, having no formal instruction nor education in cognitohazard manipulation, simply did not know how to palliate their creations to have a less severe effect. A written transcript of Dr. Asheworth's third interview with Dilara has been attached to this Addendum in order to provide necessary context regarding the intentions and goals of SCP-7272 and the SCP-7272-1 instances it has created. <BEGIN LOG> Asheworth: You prefer to go by Dilara, yes? Dilara produces a guttural human scream and a feline hissing noise, though somewhat drowned out, for 10 seconds. Asheworth: Mhm, that's great. You made a good choice then, coming to us. Though yes, I understand that my organization has had problems recently with your, erm, people, right? Dilara positions its body into a more relaxed stance and starts hissing and occasionally purring for 15 seconds. Asheworth: Yeah, I thought so, it would be helpful if you first state your exact aims these last months of activity. Dilara contorts its head and starts shooting a clear liquid out of its wrist joints. It coughs up a hairball made of yarn. Asheworth: Of course you have a right to a home and a better world for those like you… but you're literally several cats puppeteering a human suit. You understand why the O4 is hesitant to empower me to give you any concessions. Dilara hisses and screeches rhythmically, inscribing the table with a cognitohazardous glyph as it does so. Dr. Asheworth's anomalous medical condition starts manifesting. Asheworth: Oh for the love of… Security! <END LOG> Fig. 2: Sparky Junior. Following this interview, Dilara was moved to a high-security containment cell, which is to be monitored solely by non-organic Artificially Intelligent Conscripts and cleaned by autonomous drones to remove any cognitohazardous glyphs. In order to appease rogue SCP-7272-1 instances, and prevent further food theft, Dr Asheworth has recommended alterations to the current Foundation policy regarding stray cats in Istanbul. These include: Regular shipments of food into local animal shelters and stray animals; Deployment of a Foundation campaign popularizing animal adoption in Istanbul and local areas; Several large monetary donations to global groups fighting for animal rights and protection; Adoption of several stray cats by Foundation personnel, which included Dr. Asheworth himself, who is now taking care of a two-year-old black cat, whom he had named "Sparky Junior." As of writing, Sparky Junior and several other animals have remained in Foundation care for four months and crime-related activities conducted by SCP-7272-1 instances have gone down significantly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7272" by Aftokrator, OriTiefling, Guaire, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LightlessLantern, LORDXVNV, Ralliston, Trotskyeet, and Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7272. 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: CATS.png Author: Dan4th Nicholas License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Flickr Additional Notes: Edited by Vivarium Filename: junior.jpg Author: Tom Kota License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Four and two respectively. 2. Formerly Field Operative Fatma Gülek. |
SCP-7273 | safe | Welcome, Director Malatesta. You have (1) new message. | VIEW MESSAGE To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72 From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology Subject: Re:Re: SCP-7273 containment operation Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 07:24:01 CEST Just debriefed the Deep Feeders and I’ve updated the log. I’m afraid Il Fabbro’s perception filters don’t work on the jellies. They just melted into the reef, leaving behind three dead mining company executives and a very confused yacht crew. I got another very pissed off call from our friends at the GOC, too, telling us to stay out of their way. I just hope we can get this thing contained before they do something stupid. There is (1) file attached to this message: SCP-7273-iteration8.scp. View file, or reply to message? | VIEW FILE Item#: 7273 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-72 Carla Malatesta Dario Chen MTF Gamma-6 A singular instance of SCP-7273, unknowingly photographed by a tourist off the coast of Civitavecchia, Italy. Special Containment Procedures: As of 2023/07/14, SCP-7273 has yet to be successfully contained. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") along with other units specializing in the tracking, capture and transport of anomalous oceanic life is currently engaged to that end. If successful, SCP-7273 is to be transported to the Department of Parazoology at Site-72 on Isola de Montecristo, Italy. Due to the high-profile nature of SCP-7273's apparent targets and the conflicting interests of the Global Occult Coalition, all containment operations are to be given the highest organizational priority by order of O5 Command. Description: SCP-7273 is a large swarm of Carybdea marsupialis, a venomous species of box jellyfish native to the Mediterranean Sea. The exact number of box jellyfish in the swarm is unknown. The physical differences between instances of SCP-7273 and baseline C. marsupialis box jellyfish include: reddish coloration, with an opaque rather than translucent bell; a more powerful and painful venom; an anomalous effect on memory and perception; the ability to conjoin together to form large shapes such as tentacles or spheroids; sensory organs that can detect, record and transmit sound and radio waves. Through presently unclear methods, SCP-7273 is able to determine the location of its targeted prey, (hereafter designated as SCP-7273-A), make their way to their location, and do everything in their power to obtain and consume them. In order to be targeted as prey, SCP-7273-A instances must possess the following qualities: be presently in or on water craft currently located in the Mediterranean Sea;1 have a net worth, legally declared or otherwise, exceeding $1 billion USD; have obtained that wealth through the exploitation of natural resources, either inherited or directly.2 Individuals present that are disqualified from being SCP-7273-A instances survive the attack unharmed and have no memory of the event. Superyacht Aurelius, after its seizure by the Foundation. Discovery: On 2023/07/12, Foundation assets within the Italian government reported a large amount of speculation on the whereabouts of billionaire oil tycoon and former politician Aurelio Strabiconi. After a brief investigation, it was determined that Strabiconi was last seen aboard his superyacht, the Aurelius, which had departed Civitavecchia on a week-long cruise of the Tyrrhenian Sea. However, the Aurelius had since returned to port on schedule, and no crew or passengers apart from Strabiconi himself were missing. Upon interrogation, the superyacht's crew were unable to remember specific details. Security footage on board was obtained and examined, and SCP-7273 was subsequently identified and given classification.3 Following the investigation, the crew and passengers of the Aurelius were administered amnestics, and the media and government were given the cover story that Strabiconi died of cardiac arrest in his bed shortly after returning from the trip. Given the nature of the anomaly, the Department of Parazoology at Site-72 requested the assistance of MTF Gamma-6 to assist in tracking and containment, and they were deployed to the Tyrrhenian Sea. Efforts to contain SCP-7273 are ongoing. Addendum 7273.1: Aurelius Security Footage Transcript <BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION> Aurelius aft jacuzzi deck security camera [SCP-7273-A14 is relaxing in the jacuzzi, his back to the yacht's stern and the railing. His eyes are closed, hidden underneath dark sunglasses. A yacht crew steward places a large glass of champagne on the edge of the jacuzzi step. SCP-7273-A1 opens his eyes.] SCP-7273-A1: Finalmente, cazzo. (About fucking time.) Steward: Ci scusiamo per l'attesa, signore. (Sorry for the wait, sir.) [SCP-7273-A1 raises a finger, face turning red. Just then, another voice, speaking English, is heard just off the ship's stern, slightly garbled and distorted.] Unknown Voice5: People are suffering. People are dying. Entire ecosystems are collapsing. [The yacht steward nods her head in a slight bow, appearing to not have heard the other voice. She turns around, as if to leave.] SCP-7273-A1: Che cosa? Mi consenta- (What? Excuse me-) Unknown Voice: We are in the beginning of a mass extinction, and all you can talk about is money- [SCP-7273-A1 turns around, just in time to see SCP-7273 rising above the edge of the stern, coalesced together into a tentacle made of hundreds of box jellyfish, their stingers exposed.] SCP-7273-A1: Che cazzo!? (What the fuck!?) Unknown Voice: -and fairytales of eternal economic growth. [The SCP-7273 tentacle wraps around SCP-7273-A1 and lifts him into the air. One of his thrashing legs kicks over the champagne glass, which smashes on the deck flooring. The steward turns around and sees the broken glass.] Steward: Non si preoccupi, ripulirò io per lei, signore. (Don't worry, I'll clean that up for you, sir.) SCP-7273-A1: (incoherent screaming) Unknown Voice: How dare you! [SCP-7273-A1 is completely subsumed into the tentacle, still thrashing. SCP-7273 withdraws the tentacle from the deck, and splashing can be heard as it returns to the water. After several seconds, a red mass can be seen swimming away to port. The steward returns soon after with a dustpan and brush to clean up the glass, and appears to have taken no notice.] Steward: (under her breath) Sempre a ripulire dopo di lei, signore. (Always cleaning up after you, sir.) Addendum 7273.1: SCP-7273 Containment Status Logs 2023/07/13, 0730 CEST: Superyacht Mode 7 returned to Saint-Tropez, France and was boarded by MTF Gamma-6. Missing passengers investigated and classified as SCP-7273-A2 through SCP-7273-A6.6 2023/07/13, 0930 CEST: The Department of Financial Esoterica, in conjunction with insurers Goldbaker-Reinz, informed Foundation administration that any further disappearances of this type could have a detrimental effect on the global economy. O5 Command escalated containment priority of SCP-7273 and assigned four more task forces to assist MTF Gamma-6. 2023/07/13, 1130 CEST: MTF Gamma-6 located superyacht 150 Acres Per Minute anchored off the coast of Málaga, Spain, under attack by SCP-7273. Containment was unsuccessful, and the half-digested remains of SCP-7273-A77 were identified and classified. 2023/07/13, 1630 CEST: Foundation assets were made aware that the Global Occult Coalition had begun deploying PHYSICS Strike Teams at the direct request of three GOC member organizations.8 2023/07/13, 2130 CEST: MTF Gamma-6 reports a near-firefight with a PHYSICS Strike Team who had already arrived at an attack site near Rhodes, Greece; situation was defused but crew of the vessel in question were forcibly detained and interrogated by the Strike Team. 2023/07/14, 0700 CEST: MTF Gamma-6 and associated task forces, outfitted with new equipment by Parazoology on Site-72, narrowly fail to contain SCP-7273 near Civitavecchia, Italy. Identification and classification of SCP-7273-A instances in progress. Will that be all, Director Malatesta? | LOG OUT Logging you out… You have new messages. Open system? (10h3m since last access) Cancel? Good afternoon, Director Malatesta. You have (2) new messages. | VIEW MESSAGE NEW MESSAGE 1 To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72 From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology Subject: Re:SCP-7273 file update Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 17:25:02 CEST Those bastards. It's all confirmed, such as it is. We now have a different kind of mess on our hands. I've just been sent the new file from RAISA. Remind me never to fuck with the House of Mouse. Item#: 7273 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Drone footage at the edge of SCP-7273. Special Containment Procedures: The zone that comprises SCP-7273 has been designated as an ecological research zone by the Italian government in order to discourage tourists and fishing. Foundation assets based nearby in Modica are to remotely monitor the site and request assistance from available MTFs if unauthorized access is obtained or if there are any anomalous changes to its boundaries. Description: SCP-7273 is the designation given to approximately 12 square miles of the Mediterranean Sea off the southern coast of Sicily.9 It is a zone inimicable to life; any living organism that enters its radius immediately dies and enters a state of rapid decay. Discovery: On 2023/07/14 at 11:03 CEST, while MTF Gamma-9 "Deep Feeders" were tracking the previous iteration of SCP-7273, MTFC Callaghan notified containment operation command at Site-72 that SCP-7273 had suddenly altered course and was en route to intercept a Global Occult Coalition PHYSICS Strike Team. Calculating that they would not be able to intervene, Site-72 ordered the MTF to halt and deploy a long-range nautical recon camera drone. «TRANSCRIPT BEGINS» Foundation MTF recon drone 3GC39-21R [Nightvision activated. GOC recon vessel comes to a complete stop. Ten individuals identified on board: vessel pilot, eight armed PHYSICS Strike Team personnel in Black Suits, and one possible GOC-aligned thaumaturge in black robes and hood. SCP-7273 swarm is dead ahead of GOC vessel and accelerating. It is emitting an audible transmission.] SCP-7273:10 In the past, a series of climate disasters like these might have seemed like a silly plot in a bad movie about the apocalypse. Unfortunately, however, this is not a movie. [The thaumaturge stands, walks to an open prepared space towards the bow of the vessel and draws a casting pattern on it in black ink.11] SCP-7273: We will see more floods, more rising sea levels, more extreme weather disturbances, more ocean acidification… [SCP-7273 forms a single tentacle that reaches forward, up out of the water, venom delivery limbs at full attention. The thaumaturge reaches out and removes a glove to display a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand for it to touch.] SCP-7273: …think about what they will say when they look you in the eyes and ask, why did you allow this to happen? [Contact. There is a brief thrashing in the water from the furthest extremities of SCP-7273, before the entire mass freezes in place and turns dark. The tentacle touching the hand of the thaumaturge crumbles immediately into dust, which spreads into the water at an alarming rate.] SCP-7273: (repeating, getting fainter) …why did you allow this to happen… [The thaumaturge stands a little straighter, turns around, and removes his hood, revealing an imposing face with an aquiline nose and thin moustache, his skin now smooth and youthful. He gives a signal to the GOC vessel crew, and they start up the engines in full reverse.] [The water around the rapidly decaying remains of SCP-7273 turns black and opaque, and dead fish begin to float to the surface. Just as the GOC vessel begins to move, the thaumaturge appears to look directly into the drone camera. He winks.] Thaumaturge: It's kind of fun to do the impossible. [A dead starfish bubbles up from the surface and obscures the drone camera lens.] <TRANSCRIPT ENDS> NEW MESSAGE 2 To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72 From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology Subject: Oh dear. Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 17:27:02 CEST Director, we may need a new file again. I've just seen live Instagram footage of some billionaire's beach party being torn apart by coconut crabs, as well as some YouTube video just uploaded of a North Sea vanity expedition being rammed by the largest pod of orcas I've ever seen. We've re-mobilized the MTFs. Looks like the rest of the ocean just joined the union. Footnotes 1. Currently, SCP-7273-A instances have been attacked as far west as Málaga, Spain and as far east as Rhodes, Greece. 2. NOTE: This last point may be redundant given the previous quality, will make a final decision in the next revision. - D. Chen 3. See Addendum 7273.1. 4. Aurelio Strabiconi (age 76). Net worth: ~$9 billion USD. 5. Audio investigations would determine that it was the recorded voice of Swedish climate activist Greta Thunberg. 6. American tech billionaire Everett Lark (65); his shipping heiress wife Sofia Lagarde (45); and their three adult cryptocurrency-linked sons Tucker (24), Carlton (22), and Slade Lark (20). Combined net worth: ~$219 billion USD. 7. Brazilian logging tycoon Eduardo Aríete (61). Net worth ~$4.2 billion USD. 8. The Vanguard Group, PepsiCo, Inc., and the Walt Disney Company. 9. The zone is centered around 36°41'40.3"N 14°46'17.7"E. 10. Voice identified as a recorded speech by United States Senator Bernie Sanders. 11. Pattern resembles one large circle partially intersected by two smaller circles at 30 degrees and 330 degrees clockwise respectively. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7273" by Esperion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7273. 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-7274 | keter | Item#: 7274 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A D-class infected with SCP-72741 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with sprinklers and CO2 fire suppression systems in both the chamber itself and surrounding hallways. D-class selected to be SCP-7274-1 are under no circumstances to have a history of pyromania or a habit of smoking, and ideally picked from D-Class with pyrophobia or an aversion to fire to decrease the risk of SCP-7274 outbreaks. Creation of an SCP-7274-1 instance is performed via ingestion or transfusion of SCP-7274 infected blood, all blood taken from an SCP-7274-1 instance after 1 week of infection is classed as infected blood and should be handled carefully. Blood taken from an SCP-7274-1 instance is no longer considered infected after a month, even when frozen, the same goes for dead instances of SCP-7274. Any breakout events of SCP-7274 are to be contained by a joint task force of MTF-Epsilon 9 ("fire eaters") and either MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") or MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") depending on the location of the outbreak. With any injured by an instance of SCP-7274 taken in as SCP-7274-1 for experimentation or execution, with appropriate cover stories for their disappearance to be given as necessary. Under no circumstance is an SCP-7274-1 instance to be brought into contact with any open flame, or any object hot enough to deliver second-degree burns or worse, this extends to corpses of SCP-7274-1 instances who have not undergone a breakout event, in order to prevent such a breakout event occurring. Description: SCP-7274 is a bloodborne parasite, which upon infecting a host, begins to eat and functionally replace cardiovascular tissue. SCP-7274 appears functionally identical to the original tissue, to the point of being undetectable outside of a breakout event. SCP-7274 has small barbed teeth at the end of each of its appendages, which enables it to keep in contact with the veins and arteries as it consumes them. This allows for uninterrupted blood flow as the host's veins, capillaries, and arteries are replaced. SCP-7274 has no known sensory organs, however, it reacts violently to heat, and appears able to seek out humans and other living organisms. When the host is burned, SCP-7274 tears through their skin, and aggressively attacks everything in its vicinity, killing and harming those around it in what is known as a breakout event. No other method has been found to cause a "breakout event" in SCP-7274-1 instances. During a breakout event, SCP-7274's mass of capillaries, veins, and arteries are of a strength comparative to steel cables. After removing itself from the hosts body, it then rampages in this state until it expires. SCP-7274 instances are able to dismember people easily and damage most buildings and structures with the strength and speed of their tendrils. Infection of SCP-7274 can occur from any blood contact from SCP-7274-1; testing shows it takes on average 1 week to replace a limb's worth of vascular tissue, and after a month is able to replace up to half of the host's cardiovascular system. Fully replacing the veins, heart, capillaries, and arteries within two months, at which point the SCP-7274 instance is fully grown, and remains dormant for the rest of the host's lifespan unless a breakout event occurs. In which case the SCP-7274 instance can remain active for up to 24 hours before expiring. Discovery: SCP-7274 was first discovered on 23.05.21 after an SCP-7274-1 instance from Quebec was cremated, inciting a breakout event, killing 19 people attending the funeral before expiring. Three weeks later, a sealed underground research facility was discovered in the South of England when Foundation staff investigated rumours of anomalous research being conducted in the area. When searched by SCP personnel, 20 dead instances of SCP-7274 were found along many of the corridors, amongst many more human corpses. The site appeared to have gone into a lockdown preventing exit or external communications. Upon further investigation, it was found the site computer had kept records of various emails, data logs, and security footage from both before and after the lockdown. The recovered data indicated the facility to be the origin of SCP-7274, upon this discovery the SCP-7274 file was updated and efforts to locate and contain potential SCP-7274-1 instances are currently ongoing. A record of the related documents recovered from this "digital black box" has been attached below: BLACK BOX DATA +Email log I - Hide Email logs Finished formula report RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk [11.07.20] Dear Dr. Mulligan I have confirmed the success of the current cure formula, and it has now been approved for final human trials. Once administered it should be able to prevent internal bleeding in a patient from any cause due to its separate immune system and increased regeneration speed, and unlike traditional organ transplants, there is no possibility of tissue rejection. I have included the formula in document-P945-1 for when you submit it to the directors and patent board, as long as this last batch of patients doesn't experience any issues during the final trial period, we should be able to release the product. When you're done with that, let's celebrate this success over some drinks at mine later. Regards, Dr. Walters. Note, no record of the mentioned document or any other relating to the construction of SCP-7274 or any previous versions could be found on-site or contained in the black-box data. Subject final observation period M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk [12.07.20] Dear Dr. Walters, I congratulate you on the success with the most recent formula, I have submitted document-P945-1 alongside the latest progress reports and am currently processing the patients for the final observation period, our three subjects and conditions are: David Canard (23) (Klippel-Trenaunay syndrome) Brixton Jones (40) (Buerger's disease) Hanna Mayland (56) (Peripheral artery disease) Theoretically, this treatment should cure or significantly weaken the effects of all of these issues, and a collection of more otherwise incurable vascular diseases. P.S: I’ve made sure they’ve been given name tags so you don’t forget their names during checkups, they’ll be staying in the facility underground for a while so try not to upset them? Thank you for the update and the drinks offer, I’ll take you up on that. from, Dr. Mulligan. Update on observations RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk [15.08.20] Dear Dr. Mulligan, The observation period has ended, and the results seem to be stellar, Hanna’s peripheral artery disease has all but disappeared, David no longer displays symptoms of Klippel-Trenaunay syndrome, and Brixton has shown no signs of any issues since treatment. I am currently in the process of acquiring their personal effects before they are discharged, can you print the NDAs for them to sign? It's normally Dr. Xanders' job, but they've taken time off to look after their sick mother. Congratulations are in order, Dr. Walters. +INCIDENT REPORT [15.08.20] - Hide Incident report A video plays of the time directly after the patients retrieved their personal effects, in what appears to be an entrance room or reception. As Dr. Mulligan leaves the room, presumably to retrieve the NDAs from Dr. Walters, the patient Brixton is seen going to smoke. After cupping their hand to light a cigarette, back facing the rest of the group, they shout in pain and begin to convulse violently. Their body appears to rip itself apart, limbs contorting unnaturally and their neck snapping, as an instance of SCP-7274 tears itself free from the now flayed corpse of Brixton. A dripping red bundle of thin tendrils extending to the surrounding surfaces, with a partially formed heart in the centre, appearing to beat sporadically. The SCP-7274 instance subsequently begins to rampage around the room, spinning and slashing at everything it can, it is seen to dismember and kill the other patients and the staff around them, before going off camera. Data records show that the SCP-7274 instance went on to kill seven other employees and injured another 12 before ceasing all movement and expiring in a southern hallway in the middle of the site. During the chaos, a staff member at the reception started the site lockdown sealing the facility, before the log says they were disemboweled by the SCP-7274 instance, which also destroyed the console she used. +CCTV footage Walters / Mulligan confrontation - Hide CCTV footage The following log contains video footage of Dr. Walters and Dr. Mulligan confronting 5 hours after the incident. Dr. Mulligan can be seen to be covered in blood up to his elbows and knees, while Dr. Walters is hurrying along the corridor from the other direction, carrying a sheaf of papers. As she goes to pass him in the corridor, Dr. Mulligan grabs Dr. Walters' arm and pulls her into an alcove before he begins talking in a low angry tone, audio is transcribed below: Dr. Mulligan: What the hell happened! Our people are dead, that thing tore through them like paper. Brixton looks like a- Mulligan stops himself, appearing as if overcome with nausea before continuing. Dr. Mulligan: You're responsible for what came out of them, hell, I PUT YOU in charge of the cures creation, and the original treatment formula. If you knew this was something it could do, if you had even the slightest indication that this was a possibility you're as good as dead, and that's not coming from me. We have so many people in this building alone that want explanations, even forgetting the rest of their loved ones you have a lot of explaining to do. Dr. Walters: I didn't do anything! We were working with tech we barely understood, you knew that as well as I did, besides it's your fault just as much as it is mine. For now, we just need to focus on making sure it doesn't get worse! we've got 12 people critically injured by that thing, and we still need to do an autopsy on it. Now I'm happy for you to help with either one of these, as long as you don't get in my way! Dr. Walters is seen pushing Dr. Mulligan away from her before heading down the hallway, Dr. Mulligan Shouts after her: Dr. Mulligan: I'll do the damn autopsy! Remember Rachel, when you've seen to the staff that survived, and we've made it out of this hole, you still have to answer for the staff that didn't. +Autopsy report - Hide autopsy report I will preface this report by explaining the method used to create this cure, for any unfamiliar and wondering how such a thing could be made accidentally both inside and outside of the organisation. The site here had been built around an underground "supercomputer" that the founders knew about, we didn't know where it came from or who made it, and we were not allowed to ask. All we knew is it had a console to enter concepts into which were implemented, apparently limitlessly. When it is said we did not understand the technology we were working with, that is no understatement. Walters had written over a hundred lines of parameters for this "cure", preventing tissue rejection, cancer growths, sepsis, and anything else a doctor could have thought of to be a potential problem in a "cure for all Vascular diseases". Anomaly autopsy, by Dr. Mulligan Overview: The creature is visibly identical to a human vascular system, with increased durability. The main discernible differences are certain missing portions from what would be the legs and lower torso, as well as sections of the heart, the other primary differences being the strength and resistance to breaking of all parts of the creature, and presence of microscopic teeth at some ends, presumably to connect to the rest of the cardiovascular system as it grows. Veins, Capillaries, Arteries: Primary differences compared to a human's cardiovascular system are the presence of microscopic teeth at some ends where the parasite appeared to be still growing, alongside increased durability, making it difficult to cut, with a strength comparable to steel wire. No changes were present in its anatomy to explain these features. Heart: The heart has also been replicated in the same way as the veins and arteries. Though it appears impartial, and upon referencing the host remains it appears that the parts which are not present in the creature were left in their body- along with the veins and arteries present in their lower legs. The heart has the same increased durability as the other parts of the organism. Once again the organism showed no anatomical difference compared to a normal human heart. Presence of microscopic teeth: The unfinished edges of the creature's heart and ends of unfinished veins and arteries appear to have microscopic teeth on them, presumably used to keep in contact with the parts of the vascular system yet to be consumed. -End of file Autopsy analysis: The cure the three of them were administered was from the same batch made by the computer. Meaning both Hanna and David were carriers of the same parasite. Knowing this, it is a safe assumption that something "activated" or angered the one present in Brixton, causing it to attack and lash out. The CCTV footage of the site is encrypted so I can't review it for any clues. If we can figure it out, we will be able to better understand the creature, and discover if it is an issue likely to repeat itself. [Note, no evidence of this computer was found. However, a large, empty, unlit room was found in a room under the main complex, presumably where it used to be. No evidence of it being moved was found, but the room contained higher signs of anomalous and thaumaturgical activity than the entire rest of the complex combined.] +Staff Kitchen CCTV footage [21.08.20] - Hide CCTV footage Footage displays a security guard cooking at a portable gas stove, with one arm bandaged and in a sling, and bandages on the other hand. The date on the footage is one week after the start of the lockdown. Voices can be heard from outside the camera's perspective joking and laughing. The guard is struggling against his injury in order to cook, and eventually drops a wooden spoon into the pan. He immediately reaches to grab it, before flinching and shouting an expletive. The people off camera stop their conversations and ask if he is okay (revealing his name to be Spencer). Spencer begins to convulse, and his limbs contort while screaming in pain, similar to what was seen from Brixton. After a few moments of panicked shouting from those outside the camera view, and a series of screams of pain from Spencer. A second, smaller instance of SCP-7274 emerges from the injured arm and shoulder of Spencer, before proceeding to gut him and move off camera, presumably towards the other nearby staff members. Screams of pain are heard off camera and blood covers the camera lens before the footage stops and the video ends. Data attached to the file states "Four researchers were killed and three more injured before security staff and Dr. Walters incapacitated the anomaly with a fire-axe. Walters was able to sever several larger tentacles from the main mass while the anomaly was at a barricaded door. She was then able to pin the remaining mass to the floor using the fire-axe. Where security staff shot at the creature until it expired" +Email log II - Hide Email log URGENT [21.08.20] RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk I'll cut to the chase, this thing can spread. Maybe that's the only reason it lashed out in the first place. It might only need to injure a person to infect them, and in case you haven't noticed, the number of injured is rising. We need to figure out if there's a trigger for this thing, and whether there's a way to kill them before they "get out of someone" and cause more damage. If you've got any ideas or found a way to access the CCTV footage, then I'm all ears. Rachel M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk [22.08.20] I still can't access the CCTV footage as the main console was destroyed, and that was the only intended access for on-site staff. But I have a lead, a lighter was found in the reception room of the first incident, and Spencer's corpse was next to a lit gas stove. My guess is that fire, or burning yourself, triggers the creature to try and escape in an act of self-preservation. Not that I want to try this out of course, but tell everyone you can that the injured are to stay away from any open flames, including the kitchen and labs in their entirety. I'm going to go down to The Computer that made this thing and see if I can work on a cure, I know you were in charge of the creation of it, and you should probably be the one to do this. But the staff need a leader, and you've always been better with words than I. Besides, I do have the most experience with this thing from other projects. I'm going to lock myself down here, no one left but you and I know of this room, and it's our only way of opening up the place or curing it, we can't have anyone else getting in here. I hope you understand, Mulligan. RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk [01.09.20] Michael, is there any update on the cure? Our food is running low and everyone's getting anxious, you've been holed up with The Computer for over two weeks now, I'm worried. I know that thing can keep you alive from the documentation on it, but I want to know you're okay. M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk [02.09.20] There can be no cure, I'm sure of it now. The Computer deals with concepts, and conceptually that thing we have created /is// a cure, and either I or it cannot grasp the concept of curing a cure. This means there is no way to remove it. The computer just returns error after error, and when I try some stuff looking at the result makes me vomit or lose hours of memory. Point is, if there is a way to undo this, it is probably more dangerous than what we have right now. I know that's saying something, but I fear it's the truth now I begin to understand the full extent of this machine, this thing is dangerous, with the wrong person and the wrong goals things so much worse than what we have created could occur. But I am sorry to say that as to our current problem, there is no hope for those already infected. I leave the decision of what to do in your hands, while I deal with this. Foundation forces are to ascertain the fate of "The Computer" referenced by Dr. Mulligan, whether it has been relocated, damaged, or destroyed. A conceptual machine such as he describes would be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands if still functioning. +CCTV footage Main Kitchen [11.09.20] - Hide CCTV footage The video plays. Dr. Walters is seen being angrily shouted at by a group of workers, presumably after informing them that there is no cure. Those shouting appear to be the remaining staff, both injured and healthy Crowd member: You did this! The formula was your creation, you bragged about it before the lockdown! You're telling us we can't do anything about it now? What about the cure you promised?! Rachel: I - I never promised a cure I only said that Michael was working on one - Crowd member: Oh so now you're saying there isn't one? That it's his fault there isn't one? Where is Dr. Mulligan then? Rachel: He's- Crowd member: What happens now? We've got families, you can't just keep us here forever! This is your mess! Rachel: I'm sorry we're doing everything we can! Maybe with just a little bit more time we can- Crowd member: Don't give us that shit you just said there's no possibility for a cure! We've all seen those things, you say we're doomed if we get so much as some rope burn! Crowd member: How do you expect us to go to our families or not tell anybody that everyone around us could die at any moment? Rachel: Maybe there's a way to prevent it coming out, maybe it's not from fire, and it- Crowd member: Stop Bullshitting! Crowd member: Only the infected people can't leave, the rest of us that are fine have no reason to stay! The crowd's attention is diverted from Dr. Walters with this comment, the speaker looks wide-eyed and afraid at the silence, realising what they said. Before he can say another word one of the injured staff members punch him in the jaw. After this the crowd turns into a brawl, some people fighting and others attempting to restrain those trying to attack others. Dr. Walters is seen assisting those trying to stop the brawl before the video ends. +Email log III - Hide Email log RachelWalters@▇▇▇.co.uk [11.09.20] I'm sure you heard about what happened when I broke the news to the staff. After we broke up the fight a lot of injured staff got paranoid that we would "get rid of them" so that the rest of us could leave. They've barricaded themselves into the east wing and main reception, I know we can't just let the people that're infected out into the world, the potential danger that poses is immense. But I don't know what else to do, Logically I know the choice best for the world, but I can not allow such actions toward my staff, my friends. I definitely can't sanction such actions myself. Please, I can't keep a hold of this situation alone. M&M@▇▇▇.co.uk [11.09.20] They won't be able to get out, the engineers told me when they installed those quarantine doors that they're an inch thick solid steel between the rest of the facility and the elevator shaft to the surface. They will be too afraid of the consequences of using a blowtorch, and with the console destroyed that's the only way out. Of course, they might not be attempting to get out at all, just making sure the rest of you don't abandon them here. The fate of many lives is not something I can decide like that, we both know the decision that is right for the world at large, the infected staff can not leave this facility. While I know this, I do not have the resolve to make such a decision, it is not one you or I can make alone or half-hearted. I still can't leave The Computer yet. As we cannot cure it, we run the risk of being unable to contain it, thereby we need a method of detection. So far I've got nothing, but if we don't figure this out, the entire world could become a lot worse from our mistake. It is important to remember, however, that maybe it doesn't infect as easily as we thought. Or worse, it is more infectious, I recommend holding out as long as possible so we can be sure who is infected, if we have to weigh lives I don't want to send anyone to their death that doesn't need to, nor do I want to make all these sacrifices for nothing by letting someone infected out after all of this. I won't be able to respond for a while, the latest thing I'm trying will temporarily cut communications between The Computer and the site as a whole. In the meantime, I want to say that I am sorry for bringing you into this project. If I had even thought it to have been dangerous I wouldn't have asked you to join. +East wing CCTV footage [05.10.20] -hide CCTV footage A large group of people, including many injured, can be seen crowded in the room. Many of them are talking amongst themselves, while others stare into the distance quietly, some fiddling with various things. A younger woman with dark braids and a bandaged stump of an arm, wheels a trolley into the hall. Before turning it over and standing on it, addressing the crowd: Female Researcher:“Can I have your attention please!” A lot of the group stop what they're doing, and turn to listen to her. Female Researcher:“My name is Becca, one of the junior scientists at the site, and I thought I should speak up, as no one else in our group has, about what Rachel and Michael have been telling us. We are all here because we were injured by one of those things, and that makes the rest think we are a threat to them. They want us to stay isolated, so it isn’t their problem! Rachel claims, that it is a disease, that it has spread to us through our injuries, and that is what happened to our Spencer.” The speaker stops for a second, looking sombrely at their feet, before carrying on. Becca: “But I say, have we ever heard of such a thing? that was clearly some kind of creature, a monster, why are they assuming the injury is what got it to Spencer?” More people begin to pay attention to the speaker as she says this, some standing up to get a better view. Becca: “For all we know Spencer was exposed to the original serum, and was infected then!” Many in the crowd begin to murmur in agreement, while one older worker, appearing to be a janitor stands up and begins to speak. Janitor: “So yer sure that the rest of us aren’t infected? Ye think if I were to burn ma-self like the other two we would be fine?” The man says this with a raised voice, before brandishing an antique Zippo-style lighter and continuing. Janitor: “I’m tired, tired of this damn hole, tired of this damn death sentence they’ve placed upon me. If you say there’s a chance I can leave here and get to my family, I’ll take that chance, Becca.“ The woman, Becca, and the rest of the group all freeze staring at the man, before saying. Becca: "You understand it isn’t a total certainty right - Mark ?" Mark: "I’m aware, and I’m quite fond of ye’all so I don’t want to risk your lives. But I am old, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life here, it's already been too long. So I’ve made up my mind, and I will not be swayed from this path." The man, Mark is seen making his way towards the door, as he does, another older researcher, who previously was ignoring Becca's speech, is seen slowly raising a gun towards Mark. Nobody in the room moves to stop him until Becca notices as Mark opens the door. Becca: "WAIT!" [Mark Spins round as the researcher fires, missing him and hitting a gas pipe on the wall opposite the door, at the same time Mark turns on the taser to threaten the researcher to stand down, after a few seconds of screaming and shouting across the whole room, the lighter ignites the gas leaking from the fuel line, and a fireball rips through, causing several instances of SCP-7274 to emerge from the people in and near the blast. Screams are heard as bodies are seen contorting unnaturally, Mark's neck snaps itself before An SCP-7274 instance pulls free from his body. Footage ends as many instances of SCP-7274 exit the room rapidly, leaving the remaining injured trapped by the flames at the door.] The CCTV footage switches cameras to that of the uninjured survivors, where Rachel Walters is seen handing out food and chatting with various survivors before a rumble is felt and distant screams are heard. Rachel: "Barricade the doors! We can't let it in! Get anything sharp or large to attack them, and if all you have is a gun, aim for the centre, or the heart!" People move quickly to push various objects against the door and in front of the windows, some are already wearing riot gear and move up to the front holding axes and improvised shields, Rachel moves some of the older members away from the windows. Rachel: "It's nearly here! Get ready to take it down! " After saying this, an instance of SCP-7274 collides with the barricaded door, as several people work to block and dismember it, other instances of SCP-7274 collide with the windows and begin to break through, one of the guards is dismembered and another decapitated. Several researchers begin screaming and crying, before the SCP-7274 instances break through the windows and doors, entering the room. The people inside are seen being sliced apart by 5-9 instances of SCP-7274 before the camera is covered in blood entirely. After a short period of time, the screaming dies out, leaving only the squelching and whipping sounds of SCP-7274 instances rampaging unseen. This also fades as several instances of SCP-7274 appear to move away in different directions after some time. The CCTV footage swaps back to the East Wing, where the room is seen to be full of smoke, several corpses, some complete, and remains from SCP-7274 are seen motionless before the video ends. +Dr Mulligan Personal Log [20.10.20] - Hide Log A video message plays. In it, a haggard-looking Dr. Mulligan is seen sitting at a desk in front of the camera. Well, I don't know what to say really, this is likely the last message that will be recorded here, which makes it important, kinda. 2 minutes of silence, Dr. Mulligan stares into the distance. I- had a handgun in my desk drawer. The higher-ups gave it to me back when I became head of the facility, thought it was a sick joke. I grabbed it this morning, for the first time… Mulligan is seen fiddling with a Zippo lighter, traces of blood can be seen on it. Checked the site with it, couldn't find anyone - anyone alive. Mulligan lights the lighter and places it on the table. That makes me the last one here, I have the ability to get out now, with time at least, but one thing remains. Mulligan lifts a handgun into view of the camera and places it against his head. I need to be sure I can go out there, with a clear conscience. If this is the last I'm heard of, I want to say that I'm sorry. I never meant for this, the responsibility falls on me. Rachel, everyone, I love you all from the bottom of my heart, no one deserves this. Mulligan places his hand over the flame of the lighter, and braces himself as the video ends. END OF RECOVERED DOCUMENTS Upon investigation of these documents, Dr. Xanders mentioned in the initial email logs was located and upon questioning, found to have administered a dose of the SCP-7274 "cure" to their mother, who was reportedly suffering from a life-threatening case of fibromuscular dysplasia. Xanders reported they did it in this way due to their mother's short life expectancy, her doctors only expecting her to live another week at most. The cure solved their mother's Fibromuscular dysplasia and other various illnesses, and Xanders cut all contact with the facility in order to avoid repercussions. Since then their mother has shown no related health issues, however, she has donated blood several times before Foundation involvement, tracking of the infected blood and its recipients is deemed a high priority to contain SCP-7274. Dr. Xanders is to be transferred to Foundation custody, as either a doctor working on the SCP-7274 containment project due to their experience working alongside anomalous technologies and their involvement in the development of SCP-7274 or D-class personnel pending O5 approval. Footnotes 1. designated as SCP-7274-1 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7274" by Rice Windu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7274. 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-7275 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7275 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7275 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment unit with protective lead lining. No personnel are to handle SCP-7275-1-B without Foundation-issue blade-resistant protective wear. SCP-7275 is to meet with psychiatric personnel designated by the Ethics Committee on a semi-monthly basis. It is not to be exposed to any potential visual or auditory triggers not first cleared by its assigned psychiatrist. SCP-7275 is permitted free access to all Level 1 security areas and recreational facilities with an armed escort of no fewer than two Site security staff and is to document its daily routine in a journal for psychiatric review. At its request, SCP-7275 has been granted the following amenities: A sleeping cot A wooden desk and chair A record player Reading material SCP-7275 wears an ankle monitor containing a tranquilizing payload which is to be injected into its bloodstream if it enters a hostile state. Site security personnel are to be advised that conventional firearms have little effect against the entity. Description: SCP-7275 resembles a heavily bandaged humanoid male dressed in attire common to the Continental Army during the American Revolutionary War. Subject is Caucasian, has green eyes, brown hair, and greatly disfigured facial features which it conceals in gauze. It is 1.88 m tall and 88.45 kg in weight. SCP-7275 photographed in France, 1918 SCP-7275 possesses a wide variety of war wounds common to different time periods. These wounds include, but are not limited to, burns, bullet wounds––including musket ball wounds––and stab wounds across its upper body. It possesses bruising along the neck that appears to have been left by multiple attempted hanging executions. It also possesses large scars across its middle and lower body, indicating that it has been bisected and dismembered at multiple points in time. SCP-7275 also shows signs of radiation poisoning, measured at 11 Gy1, from an unidentified injury. Due to these injuries and others, the majority of its body is covered in scarred and necrotic tissue. It appears to have attempted to treat many of these wounds itself with crude sutures. SCP-7275 possesses a baseline calm demeanor. It claims to have participated in every major American war and demonstrates extensive experience with military roles. Its preferred language is English, however, it is also fluent in French and several Algonquian2 languages. SCP-7275 combatting an unidentified entity in Kyoto, 1945 Despite being largely compliant with Foundation personnel, SCP-7275 demonstrates signs of severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)3. It is prone to unpredictable and often violent episodes if exposed to visual or auditory triggers that simulate a combat scenario. SCP-7275 is biologically immortal and claims to have been born in 1751, in the (at the time) British colony of Massachusetts. It does not appear to age and can withstand grievous bodily harm, including the loss of vital organs but, can be rendered inactive by sufficient damage. In this state, SCP-7275 is incapable of reconstituting itself without outside assistance. SCP-7275-1 is the collective designation for anomalous objects carried by SCP-7275. In the event that any instance is damaged or lost, SCP-7275 possesses the ability to produce them from inside its coat. The means by which it accomplishes this is believed to be thaumaturgical in nature. SCP-7275-1-A is a smoothbore musket similar in model to an American Revolutionary War-era Brown Bess. It possesses an inscription reading "Dogood" across the stock. SCP-7275-1-A fires with a force more comparable to modern-era high-caliber rifles, and is capable of autonomously reloading itself. SCP-7275-1-A (bottom) and SCP-7275-1-B (top) SCP-7275-1-B is a sword bayonet that is typically affixed to the end of SCP-7275-1-A but can be detached or summoned separately at the discretion of SCP-7275. It is 55.9 cm long and weighs 2.5 kg. The bayonet is composed of an unidentified silvery metal composite which appears to be the result of an attempt to replicate Berylium Bronze. It possesses a similar weight and tensile strength but lacks its other extraneously anomalous properties. SCP-7275 is not fully aware of the origins of the metal but claims that SCP-7275-1-B was forged from a larger stockpile held by the American Continental Congress. Investigation into the metal and any other applications of it by the American government remains ongoing. At SCP-7275's discretion, it may inflict a target it pierces with SCP-7275-1-B with a wound it has suffered across its lifetime. Any subsequent scarring from these wounds on the body of SCP-7275 will heal as a consequence of using this property, and each wound can only be utilized once. SCP-7275-1-C is a brass survey compass. It does not appear to possess any extraneous anomalous properties except that it can be summoned from SCP-7275's coat. SCP-7275-1-D is a silver locket necklace that has been thaumaturgically sealed shut. SCP-7275 has stated that it possesses the ability to open it, but has refused to do so or to describe its contents. Addendum 7275.1: SCP-7275 was first observed by the Foundation on September 26th, 2002. Following reports of a heavily bandaged man meandering through Jowzjon, Afghanistan, Containment Specialist Johnathan Hooke tracked its movements to the Leili Desert. At 0643 hours, SCP-7275 was discovered sitting on a rock staring at the sunset. It did not resist attempts at containment. SCP-7275 was relocated to Site-228 for processing. It was discovered carrying several nonanomalous personal items. These include: A damaged metal compass with the initials "JPJ"4 inscribed inside its lid An obsidian arrowhead A rusted Bowie knife A Civil War-era US infantry insignia A World War I-era German Iron Cross A rusted .50 cal shell casing A deck of playing cards with a missing king of hearts A leatherbound pocket journal. The interior contains over 2,000 tally marks, with an exact number difficult to determine due to smudging and fading over time ▶Interview 7275.1◀ ▽Interview 7275.1▽ Interview Log 7275.1 Interviewer: Specialist Johnathan Hooke Interviewed: SCP-7275 Date: 09/08/2002 Location: Site-228, temporary containment unit [BEGIN LOG] Hooke: [Slumps files on the table] Alright SCP-7275, let's get this over with so we can figure out who to haul you off to. SCP-7275: My name is Lawrence, Lawrence Taylor. Asset 1 of the Abnormal Division, and I need to be returned to my unit immediately. Hooke: Okay, getting somewhere already. So you're from the Army, then? SCP-7275: You're… not? Are you an officer of the law, then? Hooke: Nope, not cops either. Just researchers. Well– I'M not a researcher per se, just the closest thing you've got 'til we know what to do with you. Let's go back a step. You said you're with the Army? SCP-7275: [Sighs] I am. You're American, at least, so kindly direct me to the relevant authorities. Hooke: Okay, touchy, I get it. You didn't comply with medical examiners; you seem pretty protective of those bandages. But I don't need to have a doctorate to know a normal man in your condition shouldn't be breathing, much less walking across a desert. Care to explain? SCP-7275: Just some old war wounds. They don't hurt quite as bad as they look. Hooke: Yeah? Which war? SCP-7275: [Sits back and appears to ponder] Well, most recently, the current Afghan theater. Before that, Iraq, Vietnam, Korea, the Pacific, the Great War, and I've lost count of all the others since the Revolution. Hooke: Phew, okay then. Bit of a world traveler, aren't we. Y'know it's funny though, I spent a fair bit of time in the Marines myself. And I've never heard of someone like you serving with us. SCP-7275: You wouldn't have. Hooke: Noted. So, care to explain how you wound up lost in the first place? SCP-7275: I…. [Pauses] I can't recall. My memory is a bit foggy. Hooke: Well, no matter. You check a lot of boxes 7275, so I have good news and bad news. Bad news is, despite your protest, we gotta boot you back stateside. Good news, the military'll be none the wiser. [END LOG] Following Interview 7275.1, SCP-7275 was transferred to the humanoid containment wing of Site-19. Level 3 Researcher Dr. Daisy Loche was designated the lead researcher of SCP-7275 on her request due to her extensive academic background in American history and anthropology. Dr. Loche determined, after initial testing procedures, that SCP-7275's properties were thaumaturgical in nature. ▶Interview 7275.2◀ ▽Interview 7275.2▽ Upon SCP-7275's arrival to Site-19, it was introduced to Dr. Loche for an inquiry into its background. Interview Log 7275.3 Interviewer: Level 3 Researcher Daisy Loche Interviewed: SCP-7275 Date: 09/10/2002 Location: Site-19 [BEGIN LOG] Loche: Good evening, 7275. I hope you're settling in well. My name is Dr. Loche, you and I will be working together for some time. SCP-7275: A pleasure, Doctor. However, I am unfortunately not in need of a clinician at this time. As I attempted to explain to that Hooke gentleman, I need to return to my unit. Loche: Oh, I'm actually not that kind of doctor, but that's beside the point. Unfortunately, I don't think we can't allow you to return at this time. As I'm sure Specialist Hooke explained to you, part of our organization's mission is to study anomalous individuals such as yourself, and part of that includes keeping you here at these facilities. SCP-7275: Perhaps I should apologize, Dr. Loche, because I don't expect I will be staying here against my will. Uncle Sam will be quick to remove me from your custody. Loche: So you were staying with the US military by choice, then? SCP-7275: I haven't been discharged, if that's what you're asking. But I never asked to be; they don't need to twist my arm to make me fight for my country. Loche: Oh… uh, I think they may have done more than twisted it. I think it was a mistake for you not to accept medical attention. [The stitching on 7275's left arm comes undone and it falls off onto the ground. It was later determined that the patchwork was damaged prior to its containment in Afghanistan] SCP-7275: Oh for the love–– [sighs] Call your medic. Loche: I don't think that will be necessary, hold your arm–– er, shoulder steady. [Dr. Loche produces a first aid kit from under the desk and withdraws a sewing needle. SCP-7275 uses its right hand to hold its severed arm in place as Loche repairs its sutures] Loche: [Still sewing] 7275, I respect your sense of duty. But am I correct in assuming that you serve your country because you want to protect the people in it? SCP-7275: That would be a fair way to put it. Loche: Well… We're not so different then. The P in "Protect" goes both ways, we're not just protecting anomalies like you, but we try to find better ways to keep the outside world safe. That's why "Uncle Sam" lets us work here. SCP-7275: You're affiliated with the US government? Loche: They're actually one of our biggest donors, believe it or not. SCP-7275: Let's go back a step, you think you need to protect the people out there from me? I've been fighting for them longer than a single one of them has been alive! Loche: Please don't move. No, not necessarily. We also use the entities here, and our research on them, to stop other, more dangerous ones. Eldritch gods, immortal monsters–– sometimes even armies and terrorist groups. The difference, though, is that we're also in this to save everyone worldwide. SCP-7275: So… you're like the United Nations? Loche: [Under her breath] Heh, the GOC wishes… SCP-7275: What was that? Loche: Nevermind. The point is that there are some real monsters out there. I'm sure the military may have even deployed you against some. And you could do just as much good for the world by helping us here as you did out there. [Cuts the thread] And… done! SCP-7275: [Rotates its arm] Heh, good as new. You really know your way around a surgeon's knot, Doctor. Loche: Well, I was an army brat… [hesitates] and my mom was a single mother. It teaches you resourcefulness. SCP-7275: [Laughs and looks into the security camera] I like this one. [Turns back to Loche] You make a good case, Doctor. I'd like to learn more about this Foundation of yours. [END LOG] Addendum 7275.2: During an investigation in January of 2003, SCP-7275's claims of participation in American military conflicts were corroborated by material dated from the First World War uncovered in the American National Archives. Contemporary reports detailed an ongoing investigation into a bandaged humanoid that was sighted fighting throughout the Meuse–Argonne offensive. This humanoid, which was sighted with the American 128th Machine Gun Battalion, was reported to have fought uninhibited by exposure to mustard gas and to have neutralized several dozen German operatives despite its usage of 'severely outdated' weaponry. Military records from the Revolutionary War classified Top Secret identify SCP-7275 as Lawrence P. Taylor, a volunteer recruit who joined the 1st Massachusetts Regiment on April 26, 1775. Taylor was declared deceased on May 10, 1775 during the Siege of Boston, after being slain via bayonet. His remains were transported for weapons testing to the Dogood Society, a North American organization of intellectuals and academics active during the 18th century studying and developing anomalous entities, objects and artifacts for use in the American Revolution. ▶Documents Relevant to the Dogood Society◀ ▽Documents Relevant to the Dogood Society▽ The following is an excerpt from the notes of Benjamin Franklin5, who was identified as the founder of the Dogood Society: It is mayhaps in ill-kept secret, one advertised relentlessly in the News Papers of Europe, that the Crown's Men have us outmanned, outgunned, and outresourced. The American rebellion is far from lacking in spirit, tho' the otherwise humble farmers and frontiersmen who constitute our new Union lack the proper tools, or, more apt, the scientific acumen, to wage a prolonged conflict against its Mother Empire. But Nature's God has of late yielded the colonists a smashing success! Contrived from the laborious research of the myriad polymaths and natural philosophers who constitute our organization, not the least of which, should I less-than humbly but deservedly note, myself, as well as through the aid of our Benefactor, we have successfully revived one of the young bloods lost in Boston. We were unable to replicate the properties of the young Semitic Gentleman with total sameness, however, the results were astonishing in their own right. Once our newly alive compatriot is outfitted with weaponry befitting of such an infantryman as himself, I have scant doubt the war shall soon show us favor. SCP-7275 prior to its disfigurement as depicted in contemporary wartime propaganda SCP-7275 was first deployed by the US military in July of 1775. It saw extensive usage by the Continental Army in the Battle(s) of Chelsea Creek, Falmouth, Bunker Hill, Great Bridge, and Sullivan's Island as well as the Siege of Yorktown. Further classified documents reveal that after the end of the American Revolution, SCP-7275 was retained as a permanent member of the United States Army. SCP-7275 was later deployed in fourteen armed conflicts involving the United States military, including the Mexican-American War, the Spanish-American War, the Philippine War, both World Wars, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, Operation Iraqi Freedom, and the Afghanistan War, where the American government lost contact with it following an IED6 explosion and subsequently declared it Missing In Action. Though SCP-7275 does not have an exact confirmed kill count, it is estimated to have several hundred for each conflict it has participated in. Addendum 7275.3: 6 months after initial containment without incident, The Director of Site-19 put in an order to explore potential applications of SCP-7275 as a Foundation asset. Specialist Johnathan Hooke was assigned to test the entity's combat proficiency. ▶Hooke's Findings◀ ▽Hooke's Findings▽ SCP-7275 is every bit as impressive as you'd expect from someone with a quarter of a millennia of military experience. That gun sure packs more of a punch than it has any right to, and 7275 hasn't missed a shot in the two months he's spent at the range. He's also a deadly son of a gun in close quarters, he doesn't seem to have any fear instinct whatsoever; probably from having survived most known ways to kill a man shy of being shot into the Sun. He's a proper fella too; obeys orders without a second thought and seems eager to be part of a team. Old habits die hard, I suppose. I absolutely, unequivocally recommend SCP-7275 for integration into the Foundation as an MTF personnel. It might just be the best soldier to ever step foot through those vaulted doors; we might as well make him one of ours. ––Specialist Johnathan Hooke ▶MTF Rho-76◀ ▽MTF Rho-76▽ After approving Specialist Hooke's recommendation, the Director of Site-19 formally established MTF Rho-76 ("Shell Heads"), a provisional team that would specialize in the containment of anomalies embedded in military organizations. SCP-7275 was designated as a member of its weapons squad, with Dr. Daisy Loche, as the head of its research team, serving as its primary handler. SCP-7275 was noted as being "enthusiastic" about the program by Dr. Loche, and offered to assist in the training of Rho-76 recruits. It handpicked 13 agents, all of whom had assorted backgrounds in the United States Army Special Forces, to join the team on its maiden operation. ▶Performance Report◀ ▽Performance Report▽ Item #: SCP-Alpha-435 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the highly destructive nature of SCP-Alpha-435 and the Foundation's inability to contain it––due to its protection by the Russian Federation––termination has been approved to prevent any military application of the anomaly and likely subsequent mass casualties. MTF strike plans are pending, due to the small number of agents that would have to be utilized in any such operation to maintain secrecy and prevent open conflict between the Foundation and the Russian Federation. Description: SCP-Alpha-435 is a large, cybernetic ursine entity. According to Kremlin documents, it stands 4.89 m on its hind legs and weighs 1,020 kg. SCP-Alpha-435 possesses a titanium skeleton and is powered by a small modular nuclear fission reactor, and possesses a variety of combat enhancements including: A bulletproof hide Retractable claws Varied ballistic weaponry A plasma breath attack Infrared, X-Ray and Night Vision Although SCP-Alpha-435 was manufactured by the Russian government, it is believed to be sentient and incredibly hostile to organic life. It subsists primarily on U-235 and various government-manufactured dietary supplements. SCP-Alpha-435 is believed to have been created for use in the Chechen War. Afterword: This is an untenable situation. Russia isn't the only military power to use anomalous objects, but they seem to have no care for discretion whatsoever. Talking tanks, I can handle. A Revolutionary War-era super soldier? Why not. But this? It's absolutely ludicrous that any government should be weaponizing something this indiscreet, let alone in civilian zones as the Russians are planning in Chechnya. We cannot allow any government, even a major power to expose anomalies to the world for the sake of a guerrilla war. At the same time, the Foundation also doesn't want to make enemies of the Russian Federation. What we need is plausible deniability, a small and undetected strike force that they could reasonably blame on anybody. The Americans, the Chinese, the GOC, they might even suspect us, but at least they won't be sure enough to strike back. We can get agents into this facility, but fifteen at most without raising any eyebrows. O5 would do well to consider including an anomaly on that list to give them a fighting chance, I recommend Rho-76 for the task. I believe the Council will be thoroughly impressed with the unit I created. ––Director ███, Site-19 [DEPLOYMENT OF RHO-76 and SCP-7275 HAS BEEN APPROVED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] INCIDENT LOG Date: 4/11/2003 Location: [REDACTED], Siberia [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7275 and 13 members of Rho-76 converge on SCP-Alpha-435's containment site with relative ease. The site has been largely vacated due to a tornado warning planted by the Foundation, and the agents successfully bypassed the area's security systems with minimal difficulty. The Agents found eight Russian security personnel guarding the entity's cell] Leader Hooke: [Over comms] On my mark. 3… 2… 1… Now! [The agents simultaneously tranquilize the guards. All are incapacitated without witnessing Rho-76] SCP-7275: The beast is in there? Would you like me to dispatch it? Leader Hooke: Luckily, you won't have to. That thing has a kill switch built into this place. The Foundation gave us the codes to set it off. Foxtrot! Plug it in. Agent Foxtrot: Yes sir. [As Agent Foxtrot begins inputting the code into a nearby security console, a ninth security guard enters the room. In a panicked state, he grabs a nearby pulldown console on the wall before being tranquilized] Leader Hooke: Ah damn, he flipped the alarm, everybody move! Agent Foxtrot: Wait… I don't hear anything, and base isn't picking up any radio. I don't think that was an alarm. Agent Gecko: Shit! Guys, I know what that lever went to! [All agents' bodycams turn to face the containment cell, which begins to open. SCP-Alpha-435 can be heard roaring from inside] SCP-7275: Boys, I'd stand back. I'll handle th–– [SCP-Alpha-435 charges out of its containment cell and tackles SCP-7275 to the ground. 7275 produces SCP-7275-1-A, but, unable to aim it, instead sticks the gun sideways into Alpha-435's jaw to prevent it from biting. Rho-76 provides suppressing fire, but their armor-piercing rounds have little effect. SCP-7275 rolls out of the way as Alpha-435 splinters 7275-1-A, however, is swatted away by Alpha-435's claws and sent flying through a nearby computer console. Alpha-435 widens its mouth and breathes a beam of plasma into 7275, burning it and scorching the surrounding area. When 7275 stops moving, it turns its attention to Rho-76. Several turrets appear on its sides as it fires a volley of various caliber bullets and explosives at the agents, who duck for cover] Agent Foxtrot: Oh shit, he was our big gun! Captain, we gotta bail! Leader Hooke: Keep your guns trained on the target! It won't give us the chance to run! [SCP-7275 reproduces SCP-7275-1-A and fires, striking Alpha-435 in the temple. While it's stunned, 7275 leaps onto its back and stabs it in the neck region with 7275-1-A. Barbed wire manifests and entangles Alpha-435, which roars in anger. It tears through the wire and throws 7275, which lands on its feet] SCP-7275: It's strong, and it doesn't feel pain. Leader Hooke: It's a tank with fur, none of your wounds will do shit to it. SCP-7275: I wouldn't be so sure of that. Cover me! [SCP-7275 fixes SCP-7275-1-B to the end of 7275-1-A and performs a bayonet charge, stabbing Alpha-435 in the midsection. The entity roars and stabs both of its claws through 7275's chest] SCP-7275: [Coughing blood through its bandages] Heh, got you. [Identical claw marks tear through Alpha-435's chest, piercing its reactor core. Torn machinery explodes through the entity's back. SCP-7275 then fires SCP-7275-1-A into its new wound, destroying the entity from the inside. Alpha-435 falls to the ground, and its electronic eyes dim] Agent Gecko: Dude, that's hardcore! SCP-7275: Yes, I've heard that's what they call it these days. Would someone kindly stitch up my chest cavity? [END LOG] Addendum 7275.4: Starting March 2003, SCP-7275’s containment procedures were amended to allow it free reign of Site-19’s Level 1 security and recreational areas with an armed escort as compensation for its joining MTF-Rho-76. The agents of Rho-76 regularly volunteered to serve as its escorts in order to spend time with it. On 4/15/2003, SCP-7275 entered the Level 1 break room where it conversed with the other members of Rho-76. Subjects included accounts of the members’ respective military deployments, and the agents attempting to catch SCP-7275 up on contemporary popular culture by introducing it to modern music. At one point, Agent Reynolds [codename: “Foxtrot”] heated up his lunch in the microwave. SCP-7275 looked uneasily at the microwave as it began producing a “humming” sound, and said nothing as the conversation continued around it. It notably began tightening its grip on the armrests of its chair as the sound grew louder. After approximately 45 seconds, the microwave finished and began beeping. At this point, SCP-7275’s grip caused it to splinter its chair. It entered a frantic state and tore the microwave out of the wall before fleeing with it from the room. After failing to calm it down verbally, SCP-7275's escort activated the sedative in its ankle bracelet, incapacitating it. SCP-7275 demonstrated signs of insomnia after this incident, averaging 2 hours of sleep a night. It was allowed to access the facility again with an increased escort, but displayed agoraphobic7 tendencies such as avoiding rooms with single points of entry and exit, noises from electrical instruments, and areas obscured by large objects, such as cubicles. Its escorts also reported that SCP-7275 would randomly grab its left shoulder. Interview Log 7275.3 Interviewer: Level 3 Researcher Daisy Loche Interviewed: SCP-7275 Date: 04/20/2003 Location: Site-19 [BEGIN LOG] Loche: 7275? SCP-7275: [Does not respond] Loche: Lawrence, this isn’t like you. You can’t ignore me. SCP-7275: This is an insult, Doctor. Loche: You gave some people quite a scare, we’re just following procedure. SCP-7275: Tsk. Loche: Do you recognize that your behavior was out of the ordinary at all? SCP-7275: My actions were– [Pauses] –regrettable. But I only did what I thought was right at the time––I thought that damned thing was– Oh, forget it. Loche: What did you think it was, Lawrence? SCP-7275: [Sighs] I thought it was an explosive. Can you blame me? It certainly sounded like one. Loche: Your teammates mentioned that you keep grabbing your arm. Is there something that happened to it that may be bothering you? SCP-7275: Oh, loads of things have happened to it. It’s been shot, stabbed, severed, and burned just like the rest of me. Loche: Perhaps something more distinct? Maybe something related to your memory loss before we found you? SCP-7275: Please spare me your conjecture, and stop hyperfixating on every little movement I make. I’m not grabbing my arm, I’m not thinking about my arm, and I don’t care about my arm. I could tear it off and sew it back on again and it would still work just as well. Loche: Well something is clearly bothering you, because you've barely slept in almost a week. Maybe this isn't good for you? Perhaps we should reduce your deployments, and see how that helps with your insomnia. SCP-7275: I don’t need to sleep, doctor. What, I can survive heavy ballistics but you draw the line at late nights and early mornings? Loche: It won’t kill you, no. But sleep deprivation is quite literally a form of torture. You can’t function like this. SCP-7275: And that’s no fault of some buried memory you keep trying to poke at. I have sutures in my throat that agitate my breathing, from an old gas attack. That makes it difficult to sleep. It’s nothing else. Loche: Then perhaps you would like to use some form of a breathing apparatus? There are ways to fix sleep apnea. SCP-7275: Yes, more of your machines that beep and whir. No, thank you, I don’t have any desire to sleep with one on my face. Loche: Listen, you obviously need some form of treatment. But all that we’re trying to find out right now is whether it’s medical, or [pauses]. SCP-7275: Or what? [Becomes noticeably agitated] Or what, doctor? Say it––“psychological.” You think I’ve gone crazy? That I need to be monitored like some kind of child? Loche: I never said that. SCP-7275: No, I’m sure you would have put it in much softer terms than that, the humanitarian that you are. But the meaning is the same. No, doctor. I don’t need your help. Loche: Lawrence, you really should consider treatment––. SCP-7275: [Stands up] And you should consider your next words very carefully. I am a soldier, dammit! It’s not my profession, it’s what I am. I have fought on every corner of the earth, I’ve been torn down and rebuilt from scraps of flesh, and I have braved the worst fears of the strongest men on earth unflinchingly! That you or anyone at the Foundation thinks they have the right to question my nerves is to spit on everything I have done for you and my country! And yet you pity me, look down on me like another broken toy to be locked away in a concrete box! I am not some weak, insignificant––. [SCP-7275 looks down to see itself grabbing at its left arm, which is trembling. It abruptly releases it.] SCP-7275: I have cabin fever, that’s all. The time I’ve spent stuck down here is time I could have spent soldiering for the Foundation––which was our arrangement. You’ll see there’s nothing to be concerned about when I’m back in my element. [Pauses] I apologize for my outburst, Daisy. Loche: [Hesitates] That’s alright. [END LOG] After 3 more days without SCP-7275's condition improving, Dr. Daisy Loche recommended playing music in the entity's containment cell to assist it with stress management. SCP-7275 was given a selection of musical albums curated by Dr. Loche to choose from. It appeared to enjoy classical music by 18th-century English and German composers, however, it also particularly enjoyed "Like a Rolling Stone" by Bob Dylan. After two weeks, SCP-7275's average amount of sleep per night increased from 2 hours to 6. ▶Performance Report 2◀ ▽Performance Report 2▽ Item #: SCP-Alpha-507 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Alpha-507 has exposed itself to both non-Foundation military personnel and various civilian populations on numerous occasions, and has endangered local communities and ecology. Due to its high risk to anomalous secrecy and multiple failed containment attempts, termination via MTF Rho-76 has been approved. Description: SCP-Alpha-507 is an animate set of Japanese armor consistent with designs from the Sengoku Period (1467-1615). The entity is anomalously durable and has proven resilient to all conventional weaponry employed against it, including: 9mm armor-piercing rounds Fragmentation and thermal grenades Proximity mines Being rammed by a 2,676 kg Humvee It is highly radioactive, measured at ~110 Gy by Foundation scanners. Through a process similar to radioactive decay, SCP-Alpha-507 is capable of superheating itself to an estimated temperature of 600°C and generating flames across medium distances. The entity is especially hostile towards American citizens and has attacked multiple United States military installations throughout the Japanese peninsula. Its stated objective is to restore the Japanese Empire by means of removing any American presence from the country. INCIDENT LOG Date: 10/25/2003 Location: [REDACTED], Okinawa [BEGIN LOG] [MTF Rho-76 intercepts SCP-Alpha-507 as it travels on the path to strike a local American military installation. Due to SCP-Alpha-507's high radiation output, the human agents of MTF-Rho-76 are unable to safely cross within effective range of the entity. SCP-7275, being the only squad member capable of withstanding the entity's radiation, is sent to dispatch Alpha-507 as the rest of the team remains on standby from a perimeter 300 m away behind protective lead shielding. SCP-7275 attempts to fire on Alpha-507 from range, however, the entity swats SCP-7275-1-A's projectiles out of the air and quickly closes the distance] SCP-Alpha-507: [In Japanese] Oh, the American. And this time, without your 'society.' You are as lonely as you are old. SCP-7275: I may be old, but I don't know who you are. SCP-Alpha-507: [In Japanese] No? Then let me remind you. [SCP-7275 and SCP-Alpha-507 engage each other in close-quarters combat. Alpha-507 parries away several quick strikes by 7275 and ignites its sword before attacking with a downward slash. 7275 narrowly avoids the blow as Alpha-507's blade passes close enough to cause the back of its coat to catch fire. 7275 removes the coat and throws it into Alpha-507's mask, temporarily blinding the entity before stabbing SCP-7275-1-B through its chest plate. Alpha-507 does not react] SCP-Alpha-507: [Laughing] [In Japanese] You really must have forgotten. I have no flesh for you to cut! [SCP-Alpha-507's radioactivity rises sharply, and its body glows bright orange as it emits flames in all directions. SCP-7275 shields itself from the temperature as its uniform becomes singed] SCP-7275: This feeling, it's… It's like when the bomb––. [Pauses] I know you. Why–– how do I know you? [At this point, all video and auditory recording equipment on SCP-7275's person is interrupted by the radiation. The incident is subsequently observed with long-distance surveillance equipment] [SCP-7275 recoils and visibly trembles, seemingly from physical pain, which it was previously believed it was unable to feel. It temporarily ceases combat and examines the radiation burns forming on its arms. SCP-7275's biometric scanners indicate a sharp rise in its BPM and adrenaline, indicative of a "fight or flight" response] [SCP-Alpha-507 slashes SCP-7275 upwards from its midsection across its face, causing the flesh of the affected area to bubble and melt from severe burning and radiation poisoning and tearing its facial bandages. SCP-7275 yells in pain and attempts to conceal its face. Its movements become noticeably wild and haphazard as it attempts to strike SCP-Alpha-507] [SCP-Alpha-507 catches SCP-7275's arm and severs its forearm, causing it to drop SCP-7275-1-A. SCP-7275 appears to howl in pain before Alpha-507 grabs it by the throat, causing more of its flesh to melt, and pressing it against the wall of a dilapidated brick building. SCP-7275 uses its remaining hand to tear the sutures in its arm and pull several lengths of surgical thread from the stump of its wound. It wraps the thread around Alpha-507's throat and tightens, severing its helmet from its body. Alpha-507 throws 7275 through the wall of the building, which crumbles on top of 7275, before retrieving its helmet and reattaching it to its body] [SCP-Alpha-507 attempts to find SCP-7275 in the rubble. The entity emerges behind it, and pierces itself in the chest with SCP-7275-1-B. The affected area begins to swell before forming boils that explode into a cloud of translucent yellow gas, which covers both entities. Welts, rashes and burns form over SCP-7275's skin, and SCP-Alpha-507 appears startled as green-colored rust forms over its armor. Its radioactivity sharply declines, allowing SCP-7275's body camera to transmit its audio feed again] SCP-Alpha-507: [In Japanese] Such a putrid stench! [In English] What have you done!? SCP-7275: Radiation burns, but so do chemicals. It's called hydrochloric gas, and it destroys everything it touches; my lungs, my esophagus, my flesh and clothes. But if you get enough of it, it can even burn iron. SCP-Alpha-507: [In Japanese] You… wretched! [SCP-Alpha-507 lunges at SCP-7275. 7275 produces SCP-7275-1-A and fires it with sufficient force that it causes the barrel of the gun to splinter and tears through Alpha-507's chest and out its back. The armor becomes inanimate and falls to the ground as its temperature falls to normal. SCP-7275 collapses from exhaustion and begins seizing in pain from its injuries. Its heart rate does not fall] [SCP-7275 remains unresponsive as MTF Rho-76 converges on its position in protective hazmat gear. Its heart rate rises over 220 BPM as it becomes aware of the team] Hooke: Good work, 7275. The target's neutralized. Gecko, collect a tissue sample of that armor to bring back. Foxtrot: Uh… Captain, he looks really messed up. 7275? SCP-7275: Burns… [Unintelligible] burning, won't stop. Gecko: Shit, 7275 you alright? Let's get him a medical evac or something. [Reaches for SCP-7275] SCP-7275: Get away! Get away from me, yōkai!8 [SCP-7275 rises to its knees and slashes Agent Gecko across the chest with SCP-7275-1-B. The affected area begins to glow orange.] Gecko: [Screams in agony] Help, it's burning! Hooke: 7275, stop it! It's over, that's friendly fire! SCP-7275: No, I'm–– I'm back there again, I… [Looks at Agent Gecko as he begins to immolate] Oh God, no! [It drops SCP-7275-1-B] [SCP-7275-1-B's effects on Agent Gecko stop metastisizing. The agent writhes on the ground as his fellow squadmates attempt to treat the laceration and burns on his chest. SCP-7275 sinks to its knees and its vitals drop precipitously until it falls into a comatose state] [END LOG] Note: During the incident, Agent Gecko suffered heavy lacerations and fourth-degree burns to his chest. He is expected to survive, however will require extensive surgery and physical therapy. SCP-7275 has been suspended from active duty pending a review of its containment procedures. In February of 2004, Dr. Daisy Loche discovered SCP-7275's psychiatric records in the U.S. military archives from its service in the Vietnam War. ▶Military Psychiatric Record◀ ▽Military Psychiatric Record▽ On February 2, 1968, SCP-7275 was dismembered in a napalm strike during the Vietnam War. It reconstituted itself after six days, and was documented as entering a "dissociative state" for another three. The following is an excerpt from a subsequent psychiatric assessment of SCP-7275: The asset appears to be suffering from an acute case of battle fatigue. This is not to be unexpected, and, frankly, I am shocked this didn't become a problem sooner. Mr. Taylor has graced our mortuary four times already this war, but he has been defending the interests of the United States for generations. I've examined his file, and I am shocked he escaped the incident in Japan with his sanity intact. Death by immolation was simply the straw that broke the camel's back. It is my assessment that Mr. Taylor is wholly unfit for continued military service given his current psychiatric state and should be discharged immediately. Signed, Dr. Elisabeth P. Nichols, U.S. Army Nurse Corps Dr. Nichols' petition to mandate a medical discharge for SCP-7275 was denied by supervising military personnel. By the end of the war in 1975, it had been "neutralized" seven times. Dr. Nichols' request is summarily denied. The Asset––and it is again stressed that Dr. Nichols respect protocol and not call the entity "Mr."––is and has always been a vital component of the United States Army, and his services are, as always, invaluable to the Vietnam Theater. What, we should ask the good doctor, would be waiting for Asset Taylor outside the military if we discharged him? He has not been integrated into civilian life since before the telegram was invented, he has nobody to take him in and would not be able to acclimate to modern society. More importantly than that, Taylor is a walking, talking military secret. Dr. Nichols would do well to remember that she is one of the only Americans of her security clearance with knowledge of his existence. An undead, Revolutionary War-era superweapon cannot be exposed to the public. Signed, SGM Bruce Wilson U.S. Army Shortly after the Vietnam War's end in 1975, Dr. Nichols was discharged from the military after it was discovered she was pregnant. Many of her notes were lost thereafter. ▶Military Incident Record◀ ▽Military Incident Record▽ On July 2005, SCP-7275 was assigned as a provisional asset of 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta, colloquially known as "Delta Force," to assist in neutralizing high-value targets in the Taliban. On August 19, SCP-7275 and eight members of Delta Force were sent on a strike mission to a Taliban compound in Afghanistan. All files regarding the mission were deleted from military databases. However, bodycam footage recovered by Foundation plants within the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) revealed the following details: VIDEO LOG DATE: 08/19/2002 LOCATION: Helmand, Afghanistan NOTE: All recovered footage is taken by the bodycam recordings of SCP-7275, Delta Force operatives, and American surveillance drones [BEGIN LOG] 0300 hours: Eight Delta Force operatives assume vantage points outside the perimeter of the compound. After estimating that there were twenty guards in the building, Mission Leader Alvin Reed gave the order to deploy the asset. At this point, an American F-117 Nighthawk drops a cylindrical metal payload into the center of the compound. SCP-7275 emerged from an automatic door on the container and began engaging the Taliban operatives. The entity slays three in quick succession with SCP-7275-1-B. As SCP-7275 draws the attention of the guards positioned on the walls, the Delta Force operatives use the distraction to neutralize them. The surviving Taliban operatives quickly open fire on SCP-7275, however, it continues to fight unencumbered by multiple bullet wounds. SCP-7275 bayonets the nearest gunman and keeps him attached to the end of the blade for use as a shield while shooting through him to neutralize four more combatants. When all Taliban operatives are neutralized, SCP-7275 tears down the gate to the compound to allow the Delta Force operatives to enter the facility. SCP-7275 then proceeds to the entrance to the facility's interior. Mission Leader Alvin Reed shouts at the entity to wait, but it is too late to stop it from opening the door. SCP-7275 triggers an IED underneath, severing its left arm. At this point, approximately thirty more Taliban operatives emerge from the building in an ambush, killing seven of the Delta Force operatives. SCP-7275 sits unresponsive to the orders of Leader Reed and appears to enter a dissociative state. Leader Reed attempts to grab SCP-7275, at which point the entity pierces him with SCP-7275-1-B, causing him to immolate and collapse after several seconds. SCP-7275 then detaches SCP-7275-1-B, wielding it as a melee weapon, and charges the Taliban combatants. It slashes one nearby, causing barbed wire to manifest and entangle him. SCP-7275 then proceeds through the rest of the compound, dispatching another seven enemy combatants, who all become perforated with what appear to be various gunshot wounds when cut by the bayonet. At one point, a Taliban operative mans a machine gun turret mounted on a humvee and fires on SCP-7275's position. The entity hurls SCP-7275-1-B at the combatant, piercing him in the chest. The enemy swells and combusts in an incendiary explosion, igniting the vehicle and neutralizing several other combatants in the ensuing explosion. SCP-7275 then summons SCP-7275-1-A through its coat and neutralizes the rest of the combatants present. During the battle, the compound catches fire, and SCP-7275 is obscured from all video feeds. [END LOG] There are no survivors of the compound. A search team is dispatched to find SCP-7275, however, it is declared MIA and presumed destroyed after 72 hours. ▶Interview 7275.4◀ ▽Interview 7275.4▽ Following the discovery of SCP-7275's last military action report, Dr. Loche shared its records with the Ethics Committee and recommended it undergo a psychiatric evaluation. The Committee concurred with her hypothesis that the entity was likely suffering from an acute form of PTSD and permitted SCP-7275 to decide whether it would like to remain on Rho-76 while undergoing treatment. Dr. Loche elected to inform SCP-7275 of this personally, leading to the following interview: Interview Log 7275.4 Interviewer: Level 3 Researcher Daisy Loche Interviewed: SCP-7275 Date: 02/11/2004 Location: Site-19 [BEGIN LOG] Loche: 7275, we've made some… troubling discoveries, in regards to your previous military service. SCP-7275: Nothing I can't clear up, I'm sure. I believe my efficacy as a soldier has been well displayed with Rho-76. Loche: Your performance isn't an issue, 7275. Actually, you've been spectacular. This is about your psychiatric record. 7275, you've been… "neutralized," a fair amount of times now, and you've seen more warfare than anybody employed at the Foundation. And we have reason to believe that you are showing signs of a condition called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, have you heard of it? SCP-7275: Shell shock? My mind is sewn with stronger threads than that, doctor. Loche: This isn't about strength, 7275. SCP-7275: Doctor, I appreciate your concern, but you're wrong. I am every bit the soldier I was in the 18th century, and then some today. We will not be discussing this again. Loche: [Sighs] We know what happened in Afghanistan. You were injured in an IED explosion, and in your confusion, you killed your captain. SCP-7275: I… no, that's not right. I don't even remember the mission. Loche: I believe that you don't remember, and it's not your fault, but that's the problem. You lost control. And this doesn't seem like the first time, either. We've read about your condition in the notes of one Dr. Elisabeth Nichols, from your time in Vietnam. SCP-7275: [Leans forward in its chair] Elisabeth? Loche: You and her were close, I understand. She was with you constantly throughout the war, and she was the one to put you back together every time you got hurt. She knew you better than anybody, because she didn't just understand you as a scientist, or a government functionary. She understood you as a friend. More than a friend, perhaps? SCP-7275: …. Loche: You loved her, didn't you? SCP-7275: I still do. Loche: What would she want for you? SCP-7275: …. Loche: I'll rephrase, and please think about this, do you think she would want this for you? SCP-7275: [Hesitates] No. She hated this, all of it. Loche: 7275… Lawrence, you don't owe anybody anything, not even her. This needs to be for you, and for me to help I need to hear you say it. SCP-7275: I… Perhaps… a respite, might be necessary. [Laughs] Elisabeth. Doctor, let me tell you, never in the two hundred years before I met her, or in the half-century since have I met anybody like that woman. Do you want to know, as sick as it is, why I could never stop fighting after I met her? Even if I always knew she wouldn't want it? Loche: Why? SCP-7275: Because the day I stop coming back is the day I can finally see her again. I think I'm far past the point of living "the simple life" now, but… I think she always believed I was more than a fighter. Maybe this is a sign to try and lead the kind of life she would be proud of. Can you make that happen, doctor? [Pauses] Doctor? Oh dear, are you crying girl? Loche: [Wipes her eyes] It's just allergy season, but thank you for your concern. I'm going to put in a request to transfer you from active duty. SCP-7275: [Pauses] Doctor, how did you know about Bob Dylan? Loche: I beg your pardon? SCP-7275: After my… incident, in the break room last year, the Foundation gave me a collection of records. Many of them made sense for my age. Emanuel Bach, Beethoven, James Hewitt. But one record from 1965 seemed out of place. Loche: Oh… Well, I knew that your colleagues on Rho-76 were introducing you to new music. SCP-7275: That was Elisabeth's favorite song. Did you know that? Loche: [Hesitates] She may have mentioned you enjoyed it in her notes, but I don't recall exactly. SCP-7275: [Appears to study Dr. Loche] You look––. Loche: [Interrupts SCP-7275 by opening a file in front of it] 7275, the Ethics Committee has assembled a therapy regimen that we think could be extremely helpful. Certain parts of this are elective, but I truly recommend that you take full advantage of it. [Dr. Loche leaves the file on the desk and exits the room] SCP-7275: Thank you, doctor… [END LOG] Following this interview, SCP-7275 was removed from Rho-76. Dr. Loche and representatives of the Ethics Committee rewrote its containment procedures for the further study and treatment of its psychiatric condition. SCP-7275's mandatory psychiatric journal logs have revealed previous injuries not disclosed to the Foundation upon its initial research, including from its alleged presence in Nagasaki, Japan on a covert mission during the city's nuclear bombing in 1945. Outside of the specified special containment procedures, Specialist Hooke and SCP-7275's former teammates on Rho-76 were approved to take SCP-7275 to the Site-19 range for recreational target practice on a semimonthly basis to attempt to give it a positive association with some of its triggers. These members include Agent Sullivan [Gecko], who has made a full recovery from his injuries and expressed a desire to help with 7275's treatment. Additionally, SCP-7275 has been approved to take an active role in the training of incoming MTF personnel on encounters with humanoid and military-related anomalies, both for the Foundation to utilize its talents in a more risk-free capacity and to offer it more opportunities for human interaction. SCP-7275 has free access to the Foundation's regular amenities for treatment of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), including interaction with SCP-999 under armed supervision. As of a regularly scheduled psychiatric update on June 2007, incidents of SCP-7275's panic attacks have decreased by 36 percent, and its score on a Penn State Worry Questionnaire (PSWQ) style self-reporting test has improved from 58 to 44 on symptoms of PTSD out of a maximum of 60. Treatment remains ongoing. ACCESS RESTRICTED: LEVEL 4 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED Closing [AUTHENTIFICATION SUCCESSFUL] Psychiatric Update Meeting Date: June 13th, 2007 Level 3 Researcher Dr. Daisy Loche & Level 3 Psychiatrist, Ethics Committee Assignee, Dr. Dawson Heard [BEGIN LOG] Heard: Dr. Loche, a pleasure. Loche: Likewise Dr. Heard. What do you have for me? Heard: I think you'll find treatment has been having a positive effect on 7275, he seems to be settling well into his new role in MTF training. Although I'm sure you were as troubled as I was by his journal, I don't think even he understands the full scope of the damage done to his body. His mind, though, has proven incredibly strong, however damaged it is. Loche: That… wasn't exactly put delicately, but it seems like good news. I've had the same conclusion myself, he seems to be in much higher spirits, even though his attacks haven't been fully eliminated yet. Heard: Dr. Loche, respectfully… There is no "yet." Odds are that what he saw over the past 250 years will stay with him for however many decades or centuries he still has left. Our goal here is to teach him how to better understand and manage those feelings and to improve his quality of life however we can, but there are some things not even the Foundation can fully repair. Loche: I… I know that. Heard: …Doctor, if I may, the Committee has been very impressed in your handling of 7275. You've been his staunchest advocate, and helped him carve out a life here at the Foundation even though war is all he's ever known. He has friends and colleagues as you would expect for a normal person. Though I'm certain he could use family, as well. Why haven't you told him about your relation to Dr. Nichols? Loche: My mom is my business too, you know. [Pauses] I didn't know about Lawrence until my mom died. She thought I deserved to know, I guess. I'm not the only person to grow up without a dad in their lives, and I could handle that. But imagine growing up and learning that your dad is an almost 300-year-old superweapon, who's been getting killed and stitched back together over and over and over again while your whole life you just thought he was a deadbeat, or just… well… dead. It was… difficult to process. Do you know why she named me "Daisy"? Heard: Enlighten me. Loche: Because in Vietnam, she used powdered daisies to treat his new wounds and scars. I guess the flower was some kind of an inside joke between them. So yeah, it's pretty weird. But what about the other side of that? What if I told him that he left his Elisabeth, the only person he's loved in centuries, as a single mother, and that all this time he's had a kid out there? Do you actually think that would help him, with everything he's already dealing with? Heard: Well, do you wish you didn't know about him? Loche: Of course I'm glad I know. But my way of coping was to go from being an Ivy League historian to working at… [waves her hands at the room around her] …this place, just so I could help him. He doesn't need that kind of stress. Heard: Alternatively, I think he might be glad to know he has family out there. 7275 is from a completely different world. Everyone he knows is dead, including your mother. The man listens to a record player, and even that kind of technology seems futuristic to him. You might make him feel less alone the same way he did you. Loche: [Holds her forehead] God, you're not psychoanalyzing me too, are you? I'm not your patient here. [Exhales] Maybe eventually, but not right now. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. A Gray(Gy) is a unit of absorbed radiation equal to one joule per kg of matter 2. A language family belonging to indigenous North American tribes stretching from the Rocky Mountains to the east coast 3. An anxiety disorder that develops in reaction to physical injury or severe mental or emotional distress, such as military combat 4. Possible connection to Revolutionary War naval captain John Paul Jones, warrants further investigation 5. An American Founding Father, inventor, and diplomat 6. Improvised Explosive Device 7. An anxiety disorder involving the fear of areas where escape is difficult, and both open and closed spaces 8. Supernatural entities from Japanese folklore |
SCP-7276 | safe | SCP-7276 - Breathe Thy Hypocrisy This took twice as long to write as the original. Many stalls and blocks were encountered along this way, and I'm proud to finally have it completed. I present my second-largest project thus far at 9.2K words; enjoy! Good day. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X Both knife images were created by me. 86.67% (+13) 13.33% (-2) -% (+0) -% (-0) We, the Foundation, must maintain our autonomy presiding over our subjects, and cannot allow them to control us. We must not yield to let them reign in their horrible night. We must remember that is what divides us - humans and anomalies - and we must not relent. Site Director Velkes is seated alone in a lobby reading a newspaper He stands and folds the paper as Director Roufhous, from Area-55, walks in Velkes: Director Roufhous, sir. Welcome to Site-94. Roufhous: G'day. Where is she? Velkes: She's in pathology. I can take you there now. Roufhous: Fine. Come on. Roufhous walks past him as Velkes struggles to keep up Velkes: Again, I am so, so sorry for what happened. Roufhous: I'd rather not talk about it. Velkes: Of course. Sorry, sir. They continue on for five minutes, eventually passing into the low-level containment wing Roufhous: Why are we in light containment? Velkes: Well, sir, she wasn't exactly the same as before. Roufhous: She was and still is just as human as you are. Velkes: She injured three personnel. Roufhous: After they dragged her kicking and screaming to be sacrificed to that damned monolith. All while you sat in your office and watched. Velkes: That's not fair. Roufhous: Oh, well to be fair, what kind of director are you if you can't do a single fucking thing to prevent your researchers from murdering each other? Velkes: How was I- nevermind. Roufhous: No, no, what were you about to say? Velkes: Look, I'm sorry about this, all of this. Roufhous: Fan-fucking-tastic, you're sorry. They reach the medical bay. Velkes opens the door and Roufhous steps in first. Velkes directs them through multiple sanitation protocols before they enter the chamber They walk past multiple hospital beds with personnel with varying degrees of injury, eventually making it to the back where SCP-4276-12.Formerly Senior Researcher Carla Confer. is resting. She has a cast Roufhous: Is she fit for leaving? Velkes: There was considerable damage done to her arm. Roufhous: Can she walk? Velkes: Yes. Roufhous: That'll have to be good enough. Roufhous walks over to her while Velkes steps aside. They tap her arm gently, and she jolts back as she awakens 4276-12: W-w-who-wher-wh-w- Roufhous: Are you alright, mademoiselle? 4276-12: D-director! S-sorry, s-sir, I- Roufhous: Are you alright, Carla? 4276-12: Y-yes. Yes sir. Roufhous: Good. Let's go then. 4276-12: Can I gather my things first? Roufhous: Sure. Now come on. They lend out their hand and help stand her up] Velkes comes over Velkes: Ms. Confer, I am so, so very sorry about all of this, really. 4276-12: O-oh, Site Director Velkes… it's… fine. Roufhous groans Velkes:: What happened was completely unjustified, and I take full responsibility for it. 4276-12: … Thanks. Velkes: Again, I am so, so sorr- Roufhous: George, if I hear one more apology today. Let's go. Velkes stands back as Roufhous and 4276-12 walk away, heading towards the exit Just as they're about to leave, someone calls out to them The two walk over to a curtained-off frame and pull it aside After she looks in, 4276-12 stares and freezes 4276-12: You. König: Hello, Carla. I did not think that I would be seeing you up and about. 4276-12: Director, we should go. Roufhous: And who are you? König: Lead Researcher Friedenfänger König. Who might you be? The girl's- Roufhous: Friedenfänger? As in not-a-doctor Friedenfänger König? König: That would be correct. Roufhous: As in the lunatic who tried to kill one of my researchers? König: I'm sorry, I never got your name. 4276-12: Director, don't- They pull a revolver out from their coat and aim it at König's head as they lean in close Roufhous: Pendant Roufhous. König: Ah, you. They look into his changed eyes - their colors have changed to an unnatural black and yellow Roufhous: Richtig, du dummer Verrückter. They pull the trigger 4276-12: Oh my god. Director, what have you done? Velkes runs over amidst the fellow panicked hospitalized around him Velkes: I heard gunshots. What happen- Oh, oh sweet Jesus. Roufhous: He had it coming. Let's go get your things, Carla. They turn to face Velkes Roufhous: Keep me notified; I'd like to know when he gets back up. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following files have been marked as out-of-date, pending reevaluation after the events detailed in Incident-7276-1. The majority of this document is to be archived and replaced with up-to-date information described in Addendum-3. Item#: 7276 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: anomalous Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7276 is to be held in a standard anomalous item locker with a locking restraint attached keeping it in the closed position. Description: SCP-7276 SCP-7276 is a jackknife, 19cm in length, comprised of stainless steel with wood furnishings. When SCP-7276 is fully opened - extending its blade into the locking position - a secondary blade, 70cm in length and 8cm in width, will manifest alongside the original. This blade, comprised of blood, follows the pattern of the original knife, forming an edge reminiscent of a falchion. Despite being composed entirely of liquid blood, SCP-7276's blade is completely solid in addition to possessing a razor-like sharpness. DNA analysis has determined that SCP-7276's blade is comprised of blood sourced from both a wide variety of animals and an estimated six hundred human subjects. Discovery: SCP-7276 was discovered following the murder of Jane Woodrow, a forty-seven-year-old person of interest at the time. She was found completely exsanguinated in an alleyway, with cuts and lacerations stretching across the corpse. SCP-7276 was found nearby. Local law enforcement was unable to make an arrest for Woodrow's murder, and the list of suspects is still being investigated at the time of writing. Despite SCP-7276's composition, retroactive historical analysis in the past two hundred years has revealed no other known incidents involving it or relating to it. Testing:.Heavily truncated list devised by the newly appointed lead researcher. Subject: Procedure: Result: D-6412 Pierce the subject's left foreleg and attempt to gauge an additional supposed anomalous property from SCP-7276. N/A [Denied by Site Director] D-6412 Cut the subject's left foreleg and attempt to gauge an additional supposed anomalous property from SCP-7276. N/A [Denied by Site Director] D-6412 Pierce the subject's chest and heart and attempt to gauge an additional supposed anomalous property from SCP-7276. N/A [Denied by Site Director] One domesticated pig. Pierce the subject's heart and attempt to gauge an additional supposed anomalous property from SCP-7276. The subject reacted violently to the procedure, vocalizing wildly as sedatives were not employed. However, after four seconds, it slowed, becoming docile, before dying from blood loss shortly after. Addenda: 7276.1: Internal log - Velkes and Herida dialogue [Junior Researcher Carlos Herida is seated in Site Director Velkes' office] Velkes: It's just a warning, but always, and I mean this, always keep an eye on him. Herida: I understand. Velkes: Sure, you'll understand now, but just be careful around him. Think about the shit he says and what he means. Herida: I got it. But why is he being assigned to this skip? We've had it in containment for years; my research mostly just boils down to trying to find one identifiable person in the blood. Velkes: Gotta keep him low; we're all on thin ice here. If I were you, I'd start looking for a transfer. Herida: I'll think about it. But one other thing I wanted to go over - you refused a lot of these tests. Velkes: Trust me on this. We're not giving that man access to human trials anytime soon. Internal log - Herida dialogue [Herida is seated in a cubicle. He faces the camera Herida: Hey, Carlos here. Just making an update to these research logs now that something's finally going down. Since we kinda dumped all investigation duties on the cops, there really hasn't been much for me to do other than busywork… and there's also times when there's hardly any busywork either. So there's this new guy they assigned to the project. Senior Researcher. Dunno what makes him more qualified to take over this assignment than me, but they say he's experienced. He's currently out of action at the minute, but, uh, what's really funny, yeah, is that he made a list of test proposals for the knife. He's been here about a couple days and he's already gunning to put me out of a job. I looked them over and even got to do a few of them. I thought the document was good enough, or that I already knew the gist of the thing. Guess I was wrong. [He looks around before leaning in towards the camera] Herida: He can't be as bad as everyone says, can he? [He leans back] Herida: Either way, he'll be around in the next few days. Hopefully, everything will be prepared for his arrival. Hopefully, I'll be prepared for his arrival. Jane Woodrow, prior to her death, was a known affiliate of GOI-850.Data withheld per situational clearance.. Her connection to GOI-850 had caused her to evade the Foundation for a period of six years before her body was discovered. SCP-7276 was not a known possession of GOI-850, nor is it believed that the group was capable of its conception. Investigations are ongoing. There were symbols found on Woodrow's body, carved with lacerations and cuts, that corresponded to another set that manifested on the tested pig. Due to the decayed state of Woodrow's corpse, these symbols were not originally noted as anything more than brutality. After noticing this, Junior Researcher Herida, under orders from the newly instated lead researcher, began a search of the Foundation database for other symbols like this, discovering a possible link to another anomaly - SCP-6234-D. Internal log - Herida and Lead Researcher dialogue [Herida is seated in a lobby outside the medical wing reading a magazine] [After a few minutes, footsteps can be heard down the hall and Herida puts the magazine away as he stands] [Senior Researcher König enters the shot wearing sunglasses and a took] [Herida moves to greet him] Herida: Senior Researcher König, sir. König: What is it that you want? Herida: Uh, oh- sir, I'm here about 7276, the blood knife. I'm Carlos Herida. König: Good, then we can proceed. [König walks at a quick pace; Herida tries to keep up] Herida: Proceed with what, sir? König: We move to interview the personnel who work on the SCP-6234-D project. Herida: Alright, and what do we wanna learn from them? König: The meanings of the symbols. Now quiet. Herida: Oh, alright. [Cut log] [König is now seated in the driver's seat of a BMW; Herida is beside him] Herida: So, König si- König: Senior Researcher König or sir, these are your two options for addressing me. Herida: Okay, sir. So what got you into the hospital? König: That is far above your clearance. Herida: Well, can you tell me anything about your previous project then? I'd like to get to know you. [König is silent for a moment] Herida: Sir? König: We, no, I, I was so very, very close to achieving something in this organization. So very, very close to creating something. But it was all ruined; all destroyed; all shattered into dust. Herida: What happened? König: An anomaly, happened, junior researcher. An anomaly was allowed to fester its unnatural disease amongst our ranks. An anomaly was allowed to spread its influence and seep itself deep into a pocket of this Foundation. I gave it a chance; I will not make this mistake again. Even for the purposes of experimentation, we must not allow anomalies any advantages. We can not allow them to reign in their terrible night. Herida: Terrible night? König: If we allow them to infiltrate our ranks, the foundation of our Foundation will grow with their vile seed. They will take over our final bastion, and every cataclysm will follow. We can not compromise on our beliefs, junior researcher. Remember that, above all else, you must be uncompromising in holding true the values of the SCP - secure, contain, and protect. Secure anomalies, contain anomalies, and protect humanity. Herida: I believe I understand, sir. König: This is good. Now keep quiet, I can feel a headache taking form. Herida: Gotcha. [Cut log] [König is seated in an office at Site-67, Herida to his right, and Senior Researcher Brown across the desk facing them] König: Researcher Brown, thank you for having us. Brown: It isn't a problem, though, maybe you could have sent a message beforehand. I'm not always this available, you see. König: I apologize, but I would like to be done with this as quickly as can be possible. Now, we are here on the topic of SCP-6234-D; you used to work on this project, correct? Brown: I did. I got some of the files here if you need; my memory isn't what it used to be. [She turns around, filing through the cabinets behind her, and produces a set of documents before handing them over] Herida: Thanks, uh, Researcher Brown, ma'am. Brown: Just call me Christine. Might I ask what project you two are involved in, by the way? König: What is your clearance? Brown: Same as yours, senior. König: And that would be? Brown: Four, now? König: We are engaged in an investigation into the suicide of a young girl. Herida: Actually, it was a mur- König: You are mistaken. Herida: Sir, the way she was, um, sorry, are you fine with bloody talk, um, Christine? Brown: I'll be fine. Herida: Okay then. The way she was, er, cut, it had to be post-mortem. König: Have you already forgotten our purpose here? To investigate how those symbols were carved into the pig without prompt? Brown: Excuse me? Herida: Sorry, the anomaly we're testing appeared to leave a cut mark on a woman and a pig we tested on, an- wait, how do you know it was definitely suicide? König: Because it's obvious, Researcher Herida. She was asking, no, pleading for us to find her. Us, the Foundation. Otherwise, Researcher Herida, who in their right mind would leave such an interesting and unique weapon behind? Brown: I'm a bit confused here, wha- Herida: But all the suspects- König: No ties to the anomalous, any of them. Herida: Then what was she trying to draw attention to? König: Herself and her cult. You could use a regular knife to do the deed; you could use a rope, a gun, or a simple jump would suffice. Why else would anyone use an anomaly to do it other than to draw us in? Herida: Then aren't we playing by her game? By doing what she wants us to do? König: And that is what we must find out. Perhaps these documents will help us in finding the answer to this mess. Thank you for supplying us this, Researcher Brown. [König stands and Herida follows suit] Brown: I'm glad I could be of assist- [König turns around and leaves, Herida stands there for a moment] Brown: -ance. Herida: Thanks a bunch, Christine. König (Distant): Herida! Brown: Yeah, sure, no problem. [Herida turns and quickly rejoins with König down the hall] [End log] Addenda: 7276.1.1: NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION SCP-6234-D Summarized Description: SCP-6234-D is a decayed human corpse covered in various etchings and cuts forming a variety of symbols not found elsewhere in the Foundation archive. Prior to its neutralization, SCP-6234-D was an identified ontokinetic-sensitive entity capable of category 1.2 level reality manipulation. This caused extreme difficulty in its containment, and, following a breach and escape from its containment site, it was found deceased in a local forest five days after its escape with newly acquired aforementioned scarring. Subsequently, after the previous log and reviewal of all SCP-6234-D-related documentation, Senior Researcher König drafted a project proposal on the topic of investigating SCP-6234-D's past affiliations in order to discover a possible link between it and GOI-850. The following is the presentation of this proposal to the site director. Internal log - König, Herida, Velkes dialogue [Velkes is seated alone in his office. He boots up his SCIPNET account] [There is a knocking on the door - footsteps are heard outside - and König walks in uninvited] Velkes: Friedenfänger, make yourself at home why don't you? König: We are here regarding the proposal I sent you. [Herida, originally standing outside, enters the room] Velkes: And you already got your answer: No. König: Yes, and we are here to inquire about that. Velkes: We're not doing this. König: Why was the proposal rejected? Velkes: You want to know why? You really want to know why? König: That is the point, yes. [Velkes looks at Herida in the corner] Velkes: You damn well know why. König: No, actually, I do not. Enlighten me, would you? [Velkes grumbles] Velkes: Because the Ethics Committee has been breathing down my neck 'cause of you, because I don't trust you, because the last time I trusted you, you- [He grumbles again] Velkes: Because I'm ordering you to stay in your own lane; do your work as you're given it and don't rock the ship. Am I clear? König: Rock the ship? You want me to not "rock the ship", that is what you want? Velkes: I just sai- König: You would have me do nothing? You want me to stay behind and accomplish nothing? Mr. Velkes, I am capable of doing this, you and I both know this. Velkes: I know what you're capable of. Herida: If I may, sir, what's going on here? Velkes: It's above your clearance, now g- König: What is going on here, Herida, is that I had the courage to face against the apathy our Foundation has become far too accustomed to. I took with what tools I had our destiny into my hands. Velkes: You ki- König: The anomalies we protect ourselves from are just that - anomalies. They should not exist, and I will not apologize for that truth, unlike you, Mr. Velkes. Velkes: Excuse me? König: The anomaly is a threat to our way of living. They present tools that we can use to fight back against them because they are legion without loyalty - a collection of weak and loose chain links that I shall exploit without remorse. They should not exist, and for their destruction, I find correction. I am honored to carry this burden with me, and I will continue to fight for humanity's survival, whether this Foundation would agree with me or not. On the other hand, you, Mr. Velkes, you shamefully, how do you say, suck up to that dirty creature masquerading as a human. Do you really have no control over your own facility that you would allow their kind to walk amongst ours? Velkes: Researcher König, you are completely out of line- König: To kill one of your employees? Velkes: Stop it- König: Does this not sound familiar to you? Velkes: Enough! Both of you get out of my office immediately or I'll have security drag you out! [König slams his hand down on Velkes' desk] [Herida reels back] König: You are a fool! Herida: Oh shit- Velkes: Security! [An agent arrives and attempts to grab König but he shakes him off as he pushes past and leaves. Herida steps out after him] Velkes: Utter moron. [End log] Internal log - König and Herida dialogue Herida: I'm sorry, but just what was that? König: That man is a fool. He and his kind will be the death of the Foundation. Herida: Sir, we need this proposal to go through. This's the first lead I've had in months! König: It is already upon us, it seems. The bastion crumbles… Herida: Are you even listening? König: I am not deaf, Researcher Herida, nor am I blind to these facts. Herida: Then what do we do? [König is silent] Herida: Sir, what do we do now? König: We will explore other options. We have detracted far from this knife itself, and, regardless of what that man may tell you, Researcher Herida, there is no such thing as a "simple anomaly". He finds satisfaction in knowing the bare minimum to this relic, well, I laugh in the face of this indifference. Together, we will discover the secrets of this artifact and by the end, we will have learned from how to tear it apart just how to put another one together. Now are you with me, Herida? [Herida pauses for a second] König: Are you with me, Carlos? Herida: Yes sir. [König smiles] König: Then let us get to work. [End log] After the aforementioned log, Senior Researcher König created a list of fifty-one SCP-7276 test draft proposals, with Junior Researcher Herida having also contributed an additional fourteen. Of the sixty-five proposals, more than half were denied on the basis of the usage of D-Class; multiple more were denied for other reasons. In the end, twenty-five test proposals were accepted. The tests employed a variety of anomalous sciences and standard or thaumaturgic practices, which concluded with the finding that SCP-7276's secondary blade is not limited solely to SCP-7276, and can be extracted and harnessed [See Addendum: 7276.3 for more information]. Additionally, among other less noteworthy discoveries, the blood of Jane Woodrow was found, singled out, and extracted from SCP-7276's secondary blade. Multiple requests for the usage of this blood, notably among a thaumaturgic blood ritual, are pending. Addenda: 7276.1.2: Following six weeks of testing and analysis on SCP-7276, Senior Researcher König came to a conclusion on the possibility of replicating SCP-7276. The proposed procedure would involve utilizing the blood of forty pig specimens, which would be channeled into a spear-shaped mold and enriched with various elements of thaumaturgic significance, as well as undergoing several other procedures listed here. Although all requisite materials were collected, Site Director Velkes intervened and prevented the experiment from being performed on the basis of a lack of prior Site Director authorization regarding testing upon living subjects as well as the large inventory withdrawal required for the test. To: RsrKöTEN.picS|gin#TEN.picS|gin From: TEN.picS|sekleVDS#TEN.picS|sekleVDS Subject: My tests. Date 3/1/1993 Mr. Velkes, I would like to know as to why my progress has been continuously hindered by your short-sightedness. I am left with few other options to pursue if you are so adamantly dedicated to preventing me from being capable of achieving anything. If you were unaware previously, I am more than capable of addressing the Ethics Committee by myself if that issue persists. What matters presently is moving forward, which you are the only measure stopping me from doing so. If you would like, we could meet in my office tomorrow to settle this dispute in person. Access SCiPNET Email? One new message! Him. To: TEN.picS|refnoCC#TEN.picS|refnoCC From: RsrKöTEN.picS|gin#TEN.picS|gin Subject: Hello, Carla. Date 2/1/1993 On 4/1/1993, the following log was recorded near the beginning of the day. Internal log - König, Velkes dialogue [König is seated in his new office - a small and noticeably cluttered room] [König picks up his phone and dials a number. It rings for a short period before the other end picks up] König: And, are we- [Site Director Velkes knocks on the door as he opens it] König: I will call you again later. [Velkes walks over to his desk] Velkes: I've given you your answer already. Honestly, I'm this close to just letting the Committee have its way with you. König: Then let me talk to them. It would be rather simple, really. Velkes: Well then here's my response: No. No, you can stay in your little pit until this shit blows over. I am done covering for you and your stupid antics. König: That is good. I have been rather bored sitting here getting little to nothing done if that is the cost of your coverage. Velkes: No, I don't think you get it. No is all you're getting from now on. Every single test you do, you're going to ask me, and I'm going to say "No." You're going to ask me for something, for anything, and I'm going to say "No" every time. König: You really should watch your language. It is rather unfitting for a site director. Velkes: What would you know about managing a site? You have no idea what kinds of important things I have to do every day to keep the lights on, what bigger and more important projects I could be working on with people far greater than you. König: Really? Well, I would say that's all fascinating, but really it isn't. Velkes: So right now, it's really, really weird that I keep having to come and talk you down out of starting another fire. Stay in your lane, stick to your own shit, and, for the love of God, stop rocking the shi- [A series of heavy footfalls is heard outside before the door to König's office is forcefully kicked inward] [Director Roufhous steps in] Roufhous: I must admit, you're dedicated to being a complete and total waste of life. [They step closer, brushing past Velkes] Velkes: D-Director R- Roufhous: It's almost admirable. Though being this unfathomably stupid shouldn't be admirable. [They stop just short of König's desk and arch down to look him in the eye] Roufhous: So, give me one good reason why I shouldn't just end this drama right here and right now. [They are not wearing their mask, and their lower face is visible as they lean in close to König] Velkes: Roufhous, sir, could I talk to you outside, please? König: Because, I- Velkes: Director Roufhous. [They bend backwards, meeting Velkes at eye level] Roufhous: Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied, you were saying? Velkes: Dear God - Sir, we can talk about this. Roufhous: I'm engaged in the midst of a thrilling conversation at the moment, mate. Velkes: Sir, let's be reasonable here. What is this about? Roufhous: He sent a message to Ms. Confer full of some quite reprehensible things. I'm none too pleased, so I'd like to settle this. [They arch forward, drawing a revolver from their coat, and loom over König's desk] Roufhous: Now, as I was saying- [Klaxons blare and a containment breach is announced over the intercom] Roufhous: Really? Velkes: Shit, okay, you two stay here, I'll get some guards in here. Pend- Director Roufhous, sir… [Roufhous turns around normally] Roufhous: Allow me to handle this situation. Velkes: No, we can handle ourselves fine here. Roufhous: I could get it done quickl- Velkes: No! I can manage it. I got it covered. [He steps outside and calls two agents inside to secure the room] Velkes: Please don't do anything drastic. [He leaves] [Roufhous turns to face König] Roufhous: So then, it's just you and me. König: Now, about that reason? Roufhous: I would be delighted to hear it, actually. König: Because I have a tool at my disposal that, I am sure, you would love to know of. Roufhous: What could you have to offer me? König: Well, I doubt it's every day that you get news on GOI-850. Roufhous.The spearhead project director of Project Labyrinth operations.: Pardon me? König: You heard me. I have a list of updates to the SCP-7276 file that I have postponed adding. If you should kill me then they would die with me, assuming, that is, that you even could. Roufhous: You've grown attached to your condition, I take it? König: Perhaps. It's much more cold now. Then again, I never was one for the warmth. Roufhous: So then, what do you know? König: I will not just tell you here, of course. But what you should know is that Velkes has been preventing me from taking further action to continue my investigation into their affairs. Roufhous: I wonder why? König: But, while he is a feeble, foolish little man, I have noticed that you are, perhaps, a far more well-reasoned, eh, entity. My talents are being wasted here. If you should assist me in getting my investigation going once again, then I can assist you with more information on this scarcely known little group. [He reaches into his desk, producing two glasses and a bottle. He pours Roufhous' first before handing it to them and pouring his own] [They look into the glass and smell it] [He chuckles] König: From one anomaly to another. So? Roufhous: So this is cheap. What is this, five years old? König: About my goddamn proposal. Roufhous: Oh, yeah no. Kiss my ass. [They draw their revolver and fire in the center of König's chest] [He staggers back and clutches at himself repeatedly, dropping the glass to shatter on the floor] [One agent aims at Roufhous while the other tends to König] [They "grin" at the agent before walking over to watch König writhe in pain. They set their glass down on his desk] Roufhous: You miss the "warmth" now? [König's insults, demands, and curses have been cut] [They turn and walk to the door] Roufhous: Oh, and keep me updated on that GOI case. I'll have to talk with George about that as well. Good day, Herzlos. [End log] Addenda: 7276.2: It feels as though I am running out of time. That everything I do, I must do quicker. Faster. Better. Otherwise, we will die out. We will go extinct like the previous kings of this world before us. What am I to do here? I cannot leave this position after working for so long to attain it. There isn't the time for it. They all stand in my way. These dirty, stupid villains will be the death of us all. Every day the Foundation becomes more undone. As another anomaly is discovered and cataloged, as more resources are put into them, our Foundation is stretched thin. It will soon snap. We stand at the precipice of disaster. If we do nothing, we will become overwhelmed. Something is going to break loose whilst anyone willing to stand against it is shut down by tyrants and the slime. Velkes will settle with getting this one day done. He will only focus on his own insecurities as we fall. I will not allow this to happen. I will not sit idly by and watch as humanity is cast into the darkness by these cretins. I will give us the tools by which to combat the menace. I must become everything the Foundation needs in this desperate time. I must do whatever it takes. No cost can be too great. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is the result of retroactive investigations into the SCP-7276 project activities after Incident-7276-1. On 5/1/1993, Senior Researcher König prematurely left the Site-94 Health and Pathology wing without dismissal. This was excused due to his stable condition as well as his current nature. For a period of one month after this, König continued analyzing SCP-7276 with the assistance of Junior Researcher Herida. All inventory requests for test-related purposes made during this time were denied. It was noticed afterward that multiple materials and utilities granted to other research personnel had been borrowed by König, as well as Herida. A list of known items utilized by these two includes: 50 grams of sulphur. 25 grams of magnesium. 5 grams of potassium chloride. Enchanted charcoal sigils.Enchanted - referring to a subject enhanced by thaumaturgic methods.[/span]] 100kg of flesh (sourced from domestic pigs) Human skeletal anatomy (sourced from Class-D personnel) 1 EVE counter. 2 Wrought iron poles. Attached below are several files that directly led to Incident-7276-1, collected from security monitoring as well as materials collected afterward. Internal log - König, Herida, Madisson dialogue [Footage begins in a hallway, viewing Senior Researcher Madisson walking toward the break room] [König walks out from the break room and turns towards Madisson, Herida following behind him] [Madisson notices the two and tries to swerve out of their way] [As both groups pass, König turns suddenly to face Madisson] König: Researcher Madisson, are you well? Madisson: S-senior Researcher König! I-I've been fine, yes. And you? König: I have been better. Now there are some things I need from you. Madisson: I'm afraid I can't offer very many of my abilities to you. König: Now why not? Madisson: Velkes said so himsel- König: Madisson, that man is poisoning this facility. His vision does not surpass his office's horizon. Madisson: Sir- König: All this to say, I need some materials, Madisson. The others I have to discuss this with will also take some time, so I will need to conduct this conversation faster. Madisson, I believe I have found a way to progress my work. Velkes' disagreements, while noted, will only hinder me from accomplishing anything. And you can see how antithetical that is, correct? Madisson: But, after what you did- König: Madisson, Researcher Herida is only of level 2 clearance. Madisson: Then we should not even be having this conversation at all. Good bye, König sir. [He turns and walks away] [König reaches out and grips Madisson's arm] König: You know what I did, Richard. You know what I'm capable of. We only need a few items from you, and that is all. Do not turn this into a complicated situation like Carla did. Madisson: W-what are you saying? König: Here is the list. Get it done, Richard. Madisson: But, but Velkes- König: Does not need to know. Get it done, Richard. You know where to find me. Internal log - König, Herida, SCP-7276-1 dialogue [Footage begins inside a testing chamber inside Site-94. The camera is at eye-level with König] [Behind him is a circular chalk ring with the various items noted previously around it. Further details are obscured by König's body] König: This is Senior Researcher Friedenfänger, recording the testing of SCP-7276. Previously, I had discovered a thaumaturgic spell that could be used to temporarily resurrect, using the blood we had sourced from her own weapon, Jane Woodrow, a woman who knows about SCP-7276 well, as well as GOI-850 which she originates from. With me is Junior Researcher Herida, who is preparing the ritual by which we can bring Ms. Woodrow here. [He steps out of the way, revealing Herida struggling to put the pieces together] [The idol he is working on stands in the center of the circle, with both rods impaling through a large chunk of meat in a barely humanoid shape. Sigils line the floor around it, and several element-based powders are contained in jars nearby] [König moves and takes over assembling the idol, having to cut various pieces off and stick others into pockets of the flesh] [Herida moves over to the camera] Herida: It's crude, and it's really gross, but the, uh, blood needs a host or a vessel to talk with us. This wasn't the least messiest option, but, it's the best we could do. König: Help me with the skeleton; the neck vertebrae keep falling back out. Get a rope. Herida: Right away, sir. [He runs out before returning with a rope, handing it to König] König: Thank you. Herida: You're welcome. [König stops] König: I, I would like to thank you for everything, Herida. I appreciate your being here. Herida: Thank you, sir. König: Even as all these idiots and fools try to stop me, you are the only one who will stay by my side. I appreciate your loyalty, something this Foundation sorely lacks. Herida: Thank you, sir. König: The Foundation is like a flame in the eye of the storm. We must take well to cherish and protect it. But while a flame will act erratically, and will sometimes seep into the death around it, there must be people like us that will die to keep it in check. We need more researchers like you, willing to stand and push back against the ongoing crisis. Herida: T-thank you, sir. [The two set to work rearranging and mangling the components for 2 hours] König: It is ready. [He takes the camera over to view the idol, then readjusts it to keep himself in the frame] König: Beginning the test now. [He produces a vial of blood and pours it over the idol. He then stands back and begins reciting thaumaturgic phrases and incantations. The charcoal patterns begin to glow as Herida tosses chemicals onto the statue] [König raises his voice in his chanting] [The circle around the idol begins to glow with a dark red, and the blood placed upon it swirls around before spreading itself into hundreds of drops that float around it. The idol shakes] [As König finishes the incantation, the droplets all pierce the statue, and the glow from the ring blinds the camera for a second] [As footage returns, standing before König and Herida is a middle-aged woman (SCP-7276-1) tied to the posts behind her] [König walks over and looks at SCP-7276-1 in the eye] König: Ms. Woodrow? [SCP-7276-1 appears disoriented for a moment before noticing König in front of her] SCP-7276-1: Y-yes? König: So it worked afterall. Herida: W-we just brought her back from the dead! SCP-7276-1: What's going on? König: You, Ms. Woodrow, killed yourself to get our attention. You have it. What were you trying to tell us? SCP-7276-1: H-how am I aliv- König: Focus, Jane. We do not have very much time. What did you want to tell us, the SCP Foundation? SCP-7276-1: That's, that's right. The Order needs to be dealt with! I tried to draw attention to i- König: Jane, give me something I can work with. SCP-7276-1: I'm so sorry, I don't think I can. König: Think, Jane. You have to give us something. SCP-7276-1: A-alright. Um, w-what day is it? König: The nineteenth of February, 1993. SCP-7276-1: There, there might be something. König: Go on. SCP-7276-1: There's this one meeting between lower-ranking officers of the Order on the 25th of every year. You might want to grab a paper. SCP-7276-1: They meet to talk about the history of the group and their sacred figure, Archine. Sometimes they disclose key information, like bases of operation or their projects. They do this in the same spot every year, the Great Bear Rainforest in British Columbia. König: Where exactly in this forest will we find them and when? SCP-7276-1: I'm trying to remember. [SCP-7276-1 begins listing off specific coordinates. She sometimes doubles back and revises her statements] König: And when? SCP-7276-1: Sometime around 1 in the morning. You'll know you're there when you get there, it'll be in a decorated cave. König: Excellent. Carlos, pack your necessities. Herida: But sir… Canada? König: We'll have a long drive ahead of us, let's go. [As König leaves, Herida looks back at SCP-7276-1] Herida: So, what's the afterlife like? [SCP-7276-1 is unable to answer as it reverts back to its idol form] Herida: Well then. [End log] After the previous log, Senior Researcher König as well as Junior Researcher Herida left the Site-94 facility for a period of several days. When he returned, König was reprimanded for his gross negligence of duty. [ENTER LEVEL-5/7276 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [SITE DIRECTOR CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED] After they were found to have left the facility, Mobile Task Force Epsilon 11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") was dispatched to recover König and Herida. However, when they arrived at the location detailed previously, the operatives disrupted the ongoing meeting by accident and a crossfire ensued. During this, agents were unable to account for the whereabouts of König or Herida. The following logs were recovered after the events of Incident-7276-1. [Footage begins, viewing König from behind trudging through thick foliage] König: It is good out here, no? Herida: Yeah, kinda. König: Good air, a serene background, a clear image of the moon and the stars above. It is nice here. Herida: It's… been a while since I saw the stars. König: There are too many lights back in the city. Too much noise, so much so that it's difficult to make what you actually want out of the chaos. Herida: It's a lot nicer back home, though. Not having to struggle through all this shit while I can't see two feet past my light. All while I'm dog tired. König: Is the thrill of this hunt not enough for you? We are this close, Carlos. So very close to finding an answer. Herida: It's fine, sir. But… when does it end? When do we just call it a day and… and be done with this investigation? What answer are we even looking for anymore? [König stops and so does the camera] König: We will be done, Carlos, once we have proven ourselves capable. We will be done when we bring this group to justice. We will be done when we finally are able to question one of them on the creation of this knife. [He pulls out SCP-7276 and shakes it for emphasis] Herida: Then why didn't we ask Jane? If anyone would know about that, it'd be her. [König stares at Herida for a moment] König: Why didn't we- why, did we, not- ask her, with our only opportunity? [He looks down at SCP-7276] [He pauses] König: It was unlikely she knew very much about it other than its effect. Besides, there is nothing we can do about that now, but to continue with our investigation. If it was not of absolute importance before, Carlos, now it is. This is our only lead, we must follow it now. [He sits down on a nearby rock and examines SCP-7276] König: Though, I do wish you could have thought of that earlier, Carlos. For what it was worth. Herida: I'm really sorry, sir. I thought that you had it all figured out and I didn't want to interrupt. König: Carlos, you must learn when it is right to interject yourself when there is a problem. This is what I have been doing this whole time. The Foundation burns, and we must evolve and progress in order to fight back against the tide. You cannot sit idly by as the fire grows to catch you. Herida: I understand, sir. König: Carlos, you can call me by my name. Herida: Oh, gotcha… Friedfonger. [König bursts out laughing] König: Oh dear god. After 26 hours, agents were able to recover the target and transport it back to Site-94. Recording equipment was found with all files except for the above and below having been deleted. This marked the manifestation of SCP-7276-2. [Footage resumes viewing a group of 5 humanoid entities situated around an on-fire monolith. König and Herida are hidden behind a fallen log] [The recording equipment observes the group discussing various topics as they interact with the fire. This goes on for 30 minutes. This footage has been separated from this document] [After 30 minutes have passed, activity is picked up coming from the opposite end of the location as an audible crack is heard. The group immediately takes notice] UNKNOWN: What was that? UNKNOWN (2): Shit, we've been made. [One of the members draws a gun out and aims it at the forest edge] UNKNOWN (3): Who's out there?! [All parties are silent and maintain their positions for an extended period of time] [One member walks over to the edge] [They look around] [König and Herida peak over the log] [The member examines the forest, looking left and right and through the trees] [A suppressed gunshot is heard and the member falls over] UNKNOWN (2): Scatter! [A crossfire ensues, with three of the members staying and firing back at the MTF in the woodlands as UNKNOWN 2 flees in the opposite direction] [They climb over the tree] [And trip over Herida] UNKNOWN (2): Shit! König: Scheiße! Herida: Oh fuck! [UNKNOWN 2 draws a gun and fires, hitting König in the chest before shooting Herida in the abdomen] [UNKNOWN 2 then runs away and flees into the forest] Herida: Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, fuck! God fucking damn it! [He crawls over to König's side] Herida: I'm bleeding, oh shit, oh fuck. Oh god, oh god. Sir? [He gets no response] Herida: König? [König doesn't move] Herida: Oh my god, oh my god! Stay with me, please! Please, we're not done here! We, we got work to do! We still have work to do, sir! [He wraps his arms around König's still body] [He sobs] Footage continues for 20 minutes. At this point, the crossfire has ended. [König's body lies beside Herida, quietly sobbing to himself while trying to patch the bleeding] [He shakes and winces, and much of the color is drained from his skin] [His movements are slow] [A breath is heard from beside Herida] [He does not notice] [König's body leans upright, startling Herida] Herida: S-sir? [König gasps and sucks in a deep breath, clutching at his chest] Herida: Holy shit! [He leans in towards König to embrace him. Despite his wound, no blood leaks from König] König: You're hurt. Herida: Yes, sir. [He holds Herida's head and examines his face] König: You are dying. Herida: Y-yes, s-sir. König: Carlos, would you tell me about your life before the Foundation? Herida: I, I don't think I- er, got the time. König: Humor me. Herida: A-alright, I, uh, went to college, studied for-for, biology. [He stops and gasps through his speech] Herida: All that time, all that time I spent there. [As he talks, König can be seen crawling towards a nearby SCP-7276 on the ground] Herida: I, I met this girl. König: What was she like? Herida: Pretty, funny, smart. Kin-kinda tough. [He grabs SCP-7276 and moves back over to Herida] Herida: God, why didn't I ever say anything? König: Carlos, think about her. What was her name? Any special moments? Herida: Sir, what are you doing? König: I want you to think about her, think about your family. Who were you in this life? Herida: Sir? König: Think about them, Carlos. Think about all of it. Herida: Why do you have that? König: You said it yourself: We still have work to do. We can not be done here after this. We never got around to human trials, Carlos. We never found that basic, fundamental step. Perhaps that is what has been stalling this progress. Herida: No, no! Sir, get that thing away from me! König: Think of it as organ harvesting. You are already going to die. We must salvage what we can for the benefit of others. Herida: König, stop. Stop. Please! Be brave, Herida. I will continue to carry the burden of the Foundation alone, and you will help me with that. You will help save thousands, Carlos. Herida: Help! Someone help! [König raises SCP-7276 above his head before bringing it back down] [What was left of Herida's blood immediately drains into SCP-7276] König: I am sorry, Carlos. [He looks at SCP-7276] König: But this is truly fascinating. [He hears footsteps coming up from behind] König: You will be with me every step of the way, now. [He plunges the secondary blade of SCP-7276 into his chest. He makes no vocalizations as he does so. He breaks the handle off in one motion. He begins reciting thaumaturgic incantations as the visible blood extruding from his back begins to reshape] [As operatives arrive, they discover and recover Senior Researcher König] [As he stands, the camera picks up a brief glimpse of his face, revealing human-like eyes as blood drips from his hat and his chest his chest] [He is escorted away and receives medical attention] Velkes is seated in his office König is brought in by security and seated Velkes sighs before looking up at König Velkes: Friedenfänger, what the fuck is wrong with you? He remains silent Velkes: Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you. You had a second chance. You had everything you needed. And even that wasn't good enough for you. König: I stand by my actions. Velkes: You killed a man today. You can't bullshit your way out of that one. You took his life. Do you even care? König: It was unfortunate, but he served his purpose. Velkes: You make me sick. König: Likewise. Velkes: You know, I tried to be smart about this. I tried to think of the benefits. Chose to see the bright side of this reality. I thought that you were an invaluable researcher with capabilities that could really help to deal with anomalies. You just needed to wait and let the storm pass first. But no. No. I gave you the simplest order I have ever given and you botched it. You spat in my face every time I tried to help your situation and called me incompetent for it. And now you've proven that bastard right; I really can't stop my researchers from killing each other. You're right, I'm just that incompetent! It was a mistake to keep you around. It was a mistake to let you off scot-free. I'll figure out your punishment later, but right now you can stew with the revelation that, Friedenfänger, your actions do have consequences. König: My actions, sir? Velkes: Yes, Friedenfänger. Your actions. König: Are you referring to the actions you authorized?. Velkes: What? König: Every experiment I performed, with Ms. Confer, all of them, you authorized it. You gave me executive power; you had your hand in it all. Velkes: What are y- König: It was only a matter of time after that when you would try to kill me as the witness. I suppose that's why you not only allowed that dangerous anomaly into the site but kept me in the same facility it would be traversing. Velkes: Witness to what? What are you doing? König: Witness to the mastermind in action. After all, each inventory request and test proposal must be run by you. Would it not make sense for the man who can answer these checks to use me to write them as well? Velkes: What have you done? König: I talked with the Ethics Committee, and I explained the situation to them. Velkes: That's not possible. You would have to forward it through me, or someone else who would tell me. How could you explain what you've done? König: What I have done? I believe you mean, what you've done. And, I mean, I managed to get into the same room alone with a creature that thinks me a devil. He laughs It was not that difficult to reach our human resources department! Velkes stands at his desk Velkes: What the fuck did you tell them? König: Everything, sir. Every single test you had me perform, every single man you killed, every life you took. Oh, and they were appalled! Velkes: H-how?! König: Oh, it was merely a game of words. Don't you love games, Mr. Velkes? After all, you have been playing one on the Foundation for this long. I wonder what other skeletons you hid in your closet. I see young Angelina's photo is still on your desk. With the knowledge that she died, killed by a "type-green", I find it fascinating what kinds of activities you got up to later on. How many of Site-94's contained "type-greens" have been poorly treated, how much security footage has been seemingly lost? How much blood is on your hands? So I took every single thing I could find about you and showed it all to the Committee. Velkes: You lying, traitorous, scheming bastard! König: You did all the scheming, George. Remember? Velkes: I'll- König: And what's more, all of this transpired months ago. Their investigation was completed with all the evidence I could afford to them, as well as their own, of course. Velkes: I haven't been notified of anything. You're bluffing! König: You… have not been notified? Velkes: Got anything smart to say now? König: Well, it may very well be that the inspection team just hasn't arrived yet. They should arrive on the 28th. Tomorrow, in an hour. Because it wouldn't really make sense for an inspection to warn the person beforehand to prepare a false self, now would it? Velkes: You- König: Oh, and there is one more thing we should discuss, George. When one site director is taken down, who will be there to replace him? Velkes: I'm not going anywhere, you sick, twisted- König: That is highly debatable. Now as I was saying, I'm proud to announce that I will be signing up for the position in your vacancy! After all, now that I'm cleared of all blame, I am the best candidate. I have the most experience, the highest number of completed tests in this facility, I've worked here for 14 years, and not a single one of the other senior staff here would want to get on my bad side after they see what happened to Carla and what will soon happen to you! Velkes: You, you bastard! König: What was that about talking smart? You useless, utterly backward foolish old man? Velkes climbs over his desk, knocking everything on it to the ground, and lunges after König König: Security! Some agents in the room move to pull Velkes away from König, failing to stop him as he assaults him. Most of the guards manage to pull Velkes away after a second while the rest grab König and try to escort him out König: Get off me! The agents release him while the rest continue to restrain Velkes Velkes: You son of a bitch! You conniving, evil, little motherfucker! König grins brightly, wiping blood from his nostrils, before walking away Addenda: 7276.3: SCP-7276 following neutralization Due to certain recent incidents, as well as multiple reports signed by several personnel around Site-94, an investigation into Site Director Velkes' activities was launched, revealing a series of mistreatments and harassment towards both site personnel and contained anomalies. In addition to these events, it was found that Velkes had also attempted to frame Senior Researcher König for the events detailed in SCP-4276.Further context is restricted to level 4 clearance.. It was found that he had an extreme bias against him, and attempted to utilize König for his favorable qualities, staging a large amount of data held within that file. Corrections are underway. For these reasons, Velkes has been demoted from site director, awaiting replacement. Junior Researcher Herida's family has been informed. Senior Researcher König has not been penalized for carrying out ethical euthanasia, as per Foundation policy. Access SCiPNET Email? One new message! Him. To: TEN.picS|suoHneP#TEN.picS|suoHneP From: RsrKöTEN.picS|gin#TEN.picS|gin Subject: Regarding GOI-850. Date 15/4/1993 Director Roufhous, due to the recent change in management at Site-94, George will now no longer be available for you to harass. I would also like to add that, as we are now of the same rank, you are now by no means any superior to my office. As such, you should expect no updates on the ongoings of my activities here, including GOI-850. I do hope that, in the future, you should be more dedicated to containing the dangerous and utterly disgusting anomalies that should threaten mankind and his people, rather than being such a nuisance to other facilities. Gutten tag, Hund. Subject: Procedure: Result: D-6741 Pierce the subject's heart and attempt to gauge an additional supposed anomalous property from SCP-7276. Test complete; SCP-7276-2 is capable of completely consuming the blood from a subject upon contact with a source. König is seated in his office, a large, organized room As he finishes typing on his computer, he looks down at a small ornament on his desk He picks up and examines former director Velkes' nameplate He toys with it for a second He forms and extends a sharp talon of blood from his finger and digs into it He puts it down The nameplate, now dripping, reads: "Friedenfänger König, Site Director" Roufhous Maybe next time I'll reach 10k words. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7276" by Roufhous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7276. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7277 | pending | close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! The entrance to SCP-7277. Item #: SCP-7277 Special Containment Procedures: Following preliminary exploration, incursion into SCP-7277 has been forbidden. A member of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") is to be stationed outside SCP-7277's entrance at all times. Description: SCP-7277 is a subterranean structure located beneath Site-19.1 The structure is accessed through a reinforced steel door. Neither the door, nor the structure it leads to, appear in any Foundation floorplans nor other documentation. A metal placard is bolted to the door; it appears to have once displayed text, but it has degraded to the extent that it cannot be discerned. The door leads to a passageway, which itself leads to the structure's main space, a large cuboid corridor. The passageway from Site-19 is situated at the end of the corridor. There are seven other passageways adjoined to the corridor, all situated on the same side, and all leading to identical steel doors. Access to the rooms behind these doors is possible, and each room contains unique anomalous phenomena, catalogued below. Layout of SCP-7277. The main corridor of SCP-7277 contains numerous human bones. A complete inventory has yet to be undertaken, but provisional estimates place the number of bones within the tens of thousands. The formation of a complete skeleton where all bones belong to the same genetic profile has yet to be discovered. Several bones have been subjected to radiocarbon dating; as one moves along the corridor, away from the entrance from Site-19, the age of the bones increases. The below table outlines the contents of the rooms within SCP-7277: Room Number:2 Description: I The room is dominated by a large, charred tree situated in the centre; the room's floor and walls are comprised entirely of ash. Entangled within the tree's branches is a humanoid skeleton. The skeleton lacks hip and lower limb bones, instead possessing an elongated spine, several meters in length. II Subjects are unable to recall the contents of the room in either a positive (i.e. what is present) or negative (i.e. what is not present) manner. All recording equipment invariably fails upon entering. It is unclear if all subjects who have entered the cell have exited. III Room appears identical to Site-19's museum, albeit devoid of any exhibitions. Against the room's back wall hang photographs or paintings of all past and present O5 Council members. Beneath these, a metal placard displays engraved text of an anagram of the individual's name. Subjects exploring the room are forbidden from attempting to solve these anagrams. IV The entirety of the room is obfuscated via a thick, black fog. Subjects who enter have difficulty recalling the contents of the room, and often exit in a state of confusion, disorientation, and disassociation. All subjects recount the sensation of an entity being present alongside them in the fog. V Interior resembles a cave system. Room is simultaneously subject to a yet unknown number of chronological disruptions, resulting in concurrent time loops of varying lengths. Subjects entering the room will become trapped within one or several time loops. No method has yet been devised to extract subjects from said loops. Documentation concerning Room V is currently under analysis. It is currently unknown when testing was initiated and for how long it has been conducted. VI Interior of the room resembles an arboreal environment. No fauna have been observed. There appears to be no limit to the room's interior dimensions, with previous explorations occurring over many hours. Upon exiting the room, subjects will begin to sob. They are unable to explain why. VII Room resembles a standard Foundation containment cell. It is in a state of disrepair. Deep incisions mark the cell walls, a viscous black liquid drips from the ceiling, and the floor is littered with fragments of concrete and reinforced steel. Subjects who enter SCP-7277 experience psychological changes following their incursion. Uniformly, subjects' behaviour takes on a greater degree of depressive and nihilistic tendencies. Their work output undergoes a marked decrease in both quantity and quality. Apathetic attitudes towards both personal and professional matters increase greatly, yet subjects cannot explain the origin of these thoughts. Update: Following the detection of seismic activity beneath Site-19, the O5 Council authorised an investigatory exploration into SCP-7277. The structure's main corridor was found to have elongated, extending past the passageway from Site-19. At the end of the corridor's extension, a new door was located. As of August 2023, no means of opening the door has been found. All research and testing of SCP-7277 is under direct jurisdiction of the O5 Council. All council members have relocated their living quarters and offices to Site-19 to aid in this matter. Daily tests are to be conducted to see if the contents behind the door can be accessed. Updated layout of SCP-7277. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7277" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7277. 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: Door.jpg Name: Fort «Furggels» - Steel-reinforced Double Door System (5047982019).jpg Author: Kecko License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fort_%C2%ABFurggels%C2%BB_-_Steel-reinforced_Double_Door_System_%285047982019%29.jpg Footnotes 1. Specifically, the structure is present in the basement level, beneath the offices of the Mathematics Department's Probability Division. 2. Number indicates proximity to the entrance from Site-19. |
SCP-7278 | safe | Item#: 7278 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-7278 is to be held within a low priority containment chamber within Site-120. A search for PoI-7278 is ongoing. Description SCP-7278 is an object which has become definitionally compromised. To clarify, it is impossible to accurately describe all of SCP-7278's properties and conceptual being within a single word or phrase, with attempts by the Department of Miscommunications only being able to reach the 70% threshold. It is for this reason that determining the true nature of SCP-7278 is extremely difficult and likely impossible. Extensive testing of SCP-7278 has managed to determined that it has the following properties: It is mechanical in nature; Its volume is approximately 1.6 m3 and its weight is approximately 300 kg; Its shape is that of a rectangular prism; One of its sides has a keypad attached to it as well as a slot to insert money into; It contains several low cost candies and snacks, such as chocolate bars and bags of potato chips; It will dispense said candies once money has been placed into it and a code has been entered into the keypad, associated with the dispensed candy, SCP-7278 gained its anomalous properties following a thaumaturgic ritual being performed upon it by an unknown Fae thaumaturgist (PoI-7278). SCP-7278 was discovered on the streets of FP-120 ("Esterberg") on 2/27/2019. The object was given to the Foundation's safekeeping by the Esterberg government. Incident 7278.01 SCP-7278 gained its anomalous properties on 2/26/2019 after the following incident. Date: 2/26/2019 Subject: PoI-7278 Foreword: The following log was taken by an Esterberg security camera. Footage procured after the incident. [BEGIN LOG] PoI-7278 walks across the street, whistling slightly. They stop in front of SCP-7278. PoI-7278 produces a 5 złoty coin from their pocket and places it within SCP-7278. After a pause, the SCP-7278 rejects the coin and PoI-7278 takes it back. They then attempt to place it back into SCP-7278. This repeats approximately twenty times, with PoI-7278 growing increasingly more exasperated. PoI-7278 attempts to use a different 5 złoty coin and this time succeeds in having SCP-7278 accept the coin. PoI-7278 then types 52 on the keypad, corresponding to a Grześki chocolate bar. SCP-7278 rejects PoI-7278's coin and its screen displays a "no designation found" error. PoI-7278 stares at SCP-7278 for approximately twenty seconds before beginning to bang on and shake SCP-7278. No change is noted within SCP-7278. PoI-7278 then attempts to purchase the chocolate bar, dropping the coin and picking it up several times. Each time they attempt to type a number into the keypad, they are met with a "no designation found" error. This repeats for some time, each time being punctuated by PoI-7278 verbally and physically abusing SCP-7278. PoI-7278 shakes their fist angrily and bangs on SCP-7278. PoI-7278: Skurwysynu!1 PoI-7278 glows with Elan Vital Energy as they begin to attempt a thaumaturgic ritual. PoI-7278: (in Polish) I'll show you no designation found… The recording ends. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7278" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7278. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. A Polish curse word. |
SCP-7279 | keter | close Info X SCP-6038:Tzompantli Author: Kilerpoyo This is the first part of a larger storyline ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: Political Violence, Violent Murder, Human Sacrifice SCP-7279 file has been archived by RAISA since it is now considered evidence in an ongoing investigation by the Department of Internal Affairs. The following document contains information considered critical by the Department of Internal Affairs. Usual Security Clearance Levels have been overridden. Only RAISA-authorized and Internal Affairs personnel should access the following file. Unauthorized access to this file warrants disciplinary action. ITEM# SCP-7279 RAISA/ Internal Affairs CONTAINMENT CLASS keter SECONDARY CLASS {$secondary-class} DISRUPTION CLASS keneq RISK CLASS warning link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Document type: evidence status: Internal Investigation {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} RAISA NOTE: Error 748 - Corrupted document showing out of order. / Status - Processed, please ignore. / Comments - Corrupted file will be restored soon. Evidence ⚽:⌀◯⌂ⵀⰈ⛛bab7d1 Extract from Dr. 6f4ce08' Diary We die in the dark I half-remember a dream. When you took me to movies to watch the one about sacrifices. What was it called? I was so scared when I saw the head being impaled in the wall, yet you held my hand and promised me you would⅌♟⮡⚽‽╡⋻⅄ ⌔⾝1d378b815╯⡅ⱄⷮ. But you ↀ⛆╟▥099ba. You l⒙⡖↞⠭⩷ⴟⳭⱢ alone. For years I was mad at you for not keeping your promise. A little bit unjust given the circumstances, don't you think1d378bⱣ♤⭧⃰⽍⽗⢠⡴⍲15? Now I understand, padre. You were ↫⺸⒃‼⁶⺋⢡⪌⠲⡗∋⾱e45d8875⒲⺡⣹⪉⋉⯋⽠▓⣐ⵣ⎔⒙⡖↞⠭⩷ⴟⳭⱢ☁ⴸ✄✒₽⚛⸖⢒₾ↀ⛆╟▥099bab7d18331943ff54d0777a5023cd⥏◻⼇↖⪋⠵⯫⛝⯈├⒦₽ It is all connected. 54d0777a5023cdddle of Godbirth and death.⠏⛥▪␁➊⟟⫓⨠◚⎹↮┻⏉✰ We all are made of d887099bab7d18331943ff54d0777aWe are beingsd887099bab7d18331943ff54d0777a Padre nuestro que estas en los cielos.1 //Padre nuestro que ℥⟨ⴒ⣴⫔⽛≺⾤⚟ⱂ⻀⺸⒭⼘Ⱖⴘ⑁☃⏌⅜ⶡ⁏▂⛵➲⫽⃀⻰⼍⛸⤧➦ⱎ⎽⛩⪹ daa8f46bd901b0a08a5e44367604c466a44cf1a8 26e2fd8c21d41bb5407ba857d9ce83316391db96Ⱖⴘ⑁☃⏌⅜ RAISA NOTE: This part of the document contains information from the original SCP-7279 file. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Security Forces should maintain a perimeter around Provisional Foundation Site-C34 inside the abandoned cinema "Palacio Perdido", México City. A cover-up story regarding the structural integrity of the building should be used to deter civilians from the area. Foundation-operated SATMEX2 should constantly monitor the area surrounding Site-C34 up to a radius of 30 km for any abrupt spike of Akiva Radiation that could indicate a tlacua3 event. In the case of a confirmed tlacua event, cover-up operations should be immediately deployed. Cover-up includes the usual protocols: witness amnestization, confiscation of recordings and evidence, censoring of digital media regarding the incident, and cover-up stories should be prepared to account for any missing bodies. In order to prevent further tlacua events, MTF-Nu-5 Tlamacazqui should conduct Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI every 15 days. Addendum A: Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI: Video Log: Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI NOTE: Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI preparations. Two D-classes are needed for the protocol, preferably with a past record of violent murder. They should be dressed in special attire resembling an ichcahuipilli4. They must be muzzled and strapped to a clinical hand-truck to facilitate transportation and guarantee the safety of Foundation personnel. They should be administered a high dose of Solution HU17Z1L.5 The subjects must be brought to the temalácatl6 in front of SCP-7279-Ce. They should be positioned facing each other on the opposite extreme of the temalácatl. Two macuahuimeh7 shall be left at their feet. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01: (The camera shows a wide shot of the Temalácatl. D-3432, convicted hitman, is strapped to a hand-truck on one side of the arena. D-8498, a serial killer, is also bound and facing him on the opposite side. They are already showing the effects of Solution HU17Z1L, grunting and howling while trying to break free from their bounds. In the background, a wide and towering wall – composed of what appears to be flesh – looms over them. Skull-like protrusions cover the entirety of the structure.) 00:00:10: (Offscreen, MTF-Nu-5 initiates the protocol. The straps on the hand-trucks are released remotely and the two altered D-classes find themselves suddenly freed. They stare at each other briefly before rushing to grab the weapon at their feet.) 00:00:13: (D-classes scream as they charge towards each other.) 00:00:15: (D-3432 attacks first, trying to cut to D-8498´s head. D-8498 manages to dodge it and counterattacks with a low blow.) 00:00:15: (D-3432 parries the counterattack and kicks D-8498, making them trip and fall to the ground.) 00:00:18: (D-8498, still holding to their macuahuitl, is trying to get up but D-3432 plunges his weapon into D-8498's side.) 00:00:22: (D-3432 appears to be celebrating a premature victory. D-8498's wound is not incapacitating; they get up and surprise D-3432 with a cut to the face. D-3432's jaw lands a few meters away.) 00:00:23: (D-3432 tries to touch their chin. Blood spills all over their clothes. After a few seconds, D-3432's body collapses.) 00:00:24: (D-8498 falls to the ground, being shot with a tranquilizer gun by an offscreen Nu-5 operative. Two Nu-5 enter the frame and retrieve D-8498.) 00:00:27: (D-3432's body still twitches.) 00:00:36: (D-3432's body is now lying motionless.) 00:00:45: (A rumbling noise can be heard coming from the meat-like structure. Two claw-like appendages began to emerge from the meat wall.) 00:00:49: (The appendages grab D-3432's body and begin to drag it to the structure.) 00:00:50: (Cut to black.) END NOTE: D-8498 received medical treatment for their wounds. They are expected to recover and continue serving as an asset for Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI. [END LOG] Description: SCP-7279-Ce refers to an organic wall-like structure located inside a pocket dimension, SCP-7279-Ome. SCP-7279-Ce is composed of biological material of human origin. SCP-7279-Ce exhibits a drive to grow its mass by assimilating human corpses. Assimilated tissue will remain 'alive' as part of SCP-7279-Ce, showing signs of blood flow and cellular activity. Regardless of its origin8, incorporated tissue does not appear to fulfill any higher biological function besides increasing SCP-7279-Ce's mass and will be allocated inside it seemingly at random. The only exception are the skulls, which will always protrude from SCP-7279-Ce's surface in rows, giving it the appearance of a "skull rack". At the time of discovery, there were 266 human skulls in SCP-7279-Ce. While DNA testing confirms that the biomaterial of SCP-7279-Ce is still genetically human, it possesses greatly enhanced durability and resistance to damage. However, it has shown vulnerability to explosives and high-power saw tools. Any part of SCP-7279-Ce separated from the main body will immediately start showing signs of biological decomposition and eventually die. SCP-7279-Ce possesses the ability to produce claw-like appendages, which it has only been observed using to assimilate bodies. Notably, and despite showing considerable strength, SCP-7279-Ce will not use these limbs offensively, and it has never been observed to be hostile, not even to protect itself. Approximately every two weeks, a portal will appear next to SCP-7279-Ce. These portals always lead to a recently deceased body within a 30km radius of the cinema "Palacio Perdido", which is presumably the contact point between SCP-7279-Ome and baseline reality. SCP-7279-Ce then will use its appendages to pull the body through the portal to assimilate it. These incidents have been codenamed tlacua events. SCP-7279-Ce has shown a predisposition for assimilating bodies killed in violent combat. However, it may assimilate cadavers created by different types of violent death, including non-combat murder and accidental manslaughter if nothing else is within reach. The following table contains a sample of recorded tlacua events before SCP-7279's containment: Addendum B: Recorded tlacua events: Date Location Description Note 03/03/21 Outside of a local bank. 3 km from the contact point. During a confrontation between Mexican Police and armed bank robbers, a police officer was shot in the head. A portal appeared over the body and SCP-7279-Ce's appendages dragged the body into it, shocking both sides of the conflict. The incident was recorded by the bank security cameras, allowing further study by Foundation researchers. Amnestization was applied to all witnesses. Fake ashes were delivered to the fallen officer's family. 05/06/21 Inside of a warehouse. 16 km from the contact point. Members of the drug cartel Sin Nombre were live-streaming the execution of a captured member of the rival cartel, Los Ocultos. After the prisoner was beheaded, a portal suddenly appeared on the floor to the surprise of the cartel members. Appendages emerged from it and tried to drag both the body and the severed head. The body was pulled into the portal, but Sin Nombre opened fire on the appendages and made them retreat before the head could be dragged. Mass amnestization of all viewers of the video was deemed to be impossible. The video was expunged from the web and a misinformation campaign to make it pass a leaked short horror film was carried. The headless body of the executed Los Ocultos was later found near the warehouse, seemingly rejected by SCP-7279-Ce. This points to the anomaly being either uninterested or unable to assimilate bodies missing their skull. 15/10/21 México-Querétaro Federal highway. 29 km from the contact point. A drunk driver ignored a red light and ran over a cyclist. The cyclist died during transport to the hospital. The tlacua event happened inside the ambulance, causing panic among medical personnel. Recorded by one of the paramedic's cellphones. This incident confirms that tlacua events can target all kinds of violent killings, even those that are unintentional. Only 7 tlacua events have been recorded on video, while 15 have been confirmed by a multitude of witnesses. However, data from the SATMEX and missing person reports suggest dozens of unconfirmed events. Initially, the Foundation had no way of preventing tlacua events nor containing SCP-7279. Thus, early responses focused on suppressing information. SATMEX eventually confirmed the presence of Akiva Radiation spikes during tlacua events and identified a particular Akiva signature common among them. The signature identified in tlacua events was later traced back to the abandoned "Palacio Perdido" cinema, which was identified as the epicenter of the radiation. Foundation personnel explored the building but found nothing relevant until increased Akiva readings were recorded next to one of the walls in the basement. After the wall was torn down, a stone arch leading to a tunnel was found behind it. The arch is engraved with still untranslated hieroglyphs, presumably Mesoamerican. Identification and translation of the hieroglyphs9 have proven challenging due to heavy vandalization. Among other damages, the phrase "Abandonad la esperanza todos aquellos que entráis aquí."10, was carved on top of the glyphs. The tunnel behind the arch is not physically possible11, however, it has been proven to be safe to traverse. Crossing it leads to SCP-7279-Ome. SCP-7279-Ome is a pocket dimension consisting of a pitch-black emptiness12 surrounding a man-made ceremonial pyramid at its center. Inside it, color perception behaves differently from baseline reality; colors appear dulled and almost grayscale, except for the red spectrum. This effect persists even in photographs and videos taken inside of SCP-7279-Ome. The presence of the pyramid suggests human activity inside SCP-7279-Ome dating back to at least 2000 years ago. Following Mesoamerican building practices, the pyramid was built incrementally over 1500 years, with each new generation building a new layer on top of the last one. It is believed that two shrines stood above the pyramid in every iteration. Man-made structure inside SCP-7279-Ome Around 500 years ago, the shrines at the top of the pyramid were destroyed and small Catholic chapels were built over the ruins. Human activity inside SCP-7279-Ome appears to have ceased until the 1960s. The shrines were reconstructed in a brutalist style using concrete and other modern-day building materials. Foundation architects and archeologists have confirmed that, despite the contemporary construction techniques, the new builders were careful to accurately reproduce the ceremonial functions of the shrines. SCP-7279-Ce resides between the two reconstructed shrines. The gladiatorial temalácatl in front of it is also a modern construction. There is evidence of a temporary research facility also being in operation around SCP-7279-Ce. While the operations appear to have been abandoned suddenly, measures were taken to erase any evidence pointing to the identity of the group operating it. Provisional Site-C34 was constructed to monitor and contain SCP-7279. Site-C34 consists of two sections: Site-C34-A, a command center inside "Palacio Perdido" and a research lab, Site-C34-B, on the side of SCP-7279-Ome. Site-C34 hosts experts in anomalous biology, ontological physics, experimental theology, and anomalous archeology. Dr. Aparicio Ménendez, expert in anomalous archeology, Dr. Cristian Juárez, parabiologist, and Dr. Rufino La Huerta, experimental anomalous physicist, were chosen to lead the site and research efforts. After a few months of research, Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI was devised to prevent tlacua events and contain SCP-7279. Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI was conditionally approved by the Ethics Committee in a 6-3 votation as a temporary solution to protect normalcy until a better understanding of SCP-7279 could provide an optimal containment protocol. RAISA NOTE: This part of the document contains evidence from the Department of Internal Affairs investigation. Incident-382: On 10/08/2012, personnel in Site-C34-B began experiencing behavioral changes. Security footage revealed violent outbursts where personnel attacked each other with improvised weapons. Communications and security cameras were cut shortly after. When a response team arrived, they found evidence of extreme violence but no survivors nor bodies, the latter presumably being assimilated by SCP-7279-Ce. The number of casualties is estimated to be 15, including 7 members of MTF-Nu-5 and two of the lead researchers: Dr. Juarez and Dr. La Huerta. Approximately one hour after the events, the response team reported tremors coming from the pyramid and a bright beam of red light emanating from between the two shrines at the top of the structure, the location of SCP-7279-Ce. A 7.6 magnitude earthquake inside SCP-7279-Ome was confirmed by sensors in Site-C34-A. The team was ordered to evacuate. After the seismic activity ceased, efforts to reach SCP-7279-Ome were resumed. These efforts, however, were ultimately impeded due to the tunnel entrance vanishing. Access to SCP-7279 has been impossible since then. Additionally, tlahua events have ceased. The violent behavior of the personnel of Site-C34-B is consistent with Solution HU17Z1L ingestion. Before being forced to retreat, the response team managed to bring back samples from the water supply of the site. These samples have been confirmed to be contaminated by Solution HU17Z1L. This contaminant was deemed unlikely to be accidental. The Department of Internal Affairs began an investigation on the matter. Evidence A: Interview with Dr.Menéndez: Video Log: Interview with Dr.Menéndez NOTE: Dr. Menéndez, an archeologist from Site-C34, survived the events of Incident-382 since he was at Site-C34-A at the time . [BEGIN LOG] Agent Sempere: I must inform you this is part of an official Internal Affairs. Your cooperation is appreciated. Please identify yourself. Dr. Menéndez: My name is Aparicio Menéndez Cárax. I'm an archeologist at the SCP Foundation assigned to Site-C34 and SCP-7279. Agent Sempere: How would you describe your role at the project? Dr. Menéndez: As an archeologist, my main responsibility was to study the structure inside SCP-7279-Ome and any evidence of previous GOI activity related to SCP-7279. We identified three periods of GOI activity, the most recent being during the 1960s, and the first dating back two to 2000 years ago. Agent Sempere: What did you discover about the temple? Who built it? Dr. Menéndez: It was built incrementally by different groups across the ages. We found vestiges dating back to the Olmecs. Some other layers were more similar to Teotihuacan architecture. The last Mesoamerican occupants were certainly Aztecs. After that… the Spanish demolished the shrines and built Catholic chapels on top of them. Agent Sempere: What was the purpose of these chapels? Dr. Menéndez: They were dedicated to Santiago Mataindios13, patron of Spain in the war against pagans. It was a primitive attempt at containing the anomaly. We have found records from Buscadores de Dios en Nueva España14 that confirm they found a temple "hiding the doors to hell". We have strong reasons to believe this refers to SCP-7279-Ome. The records are poorly preserved, but their descriptions of a "place without the light of God's covenant"15 match what we know of SCP-7279-Ome. They refer to the anomaly as "cuna del mal"16. Agent Sempere: And what about SCP-7279-Ce? Dr. Menéndez: "A repugnant affront to Nature whose existence raises terrible implications, impervious both to the steel and the gun." They partially blew it with petards and consecrated two chapels to contain it. It is unclear if it worked, but they do mention that after their raid, "the gates of hell were closed by the word of God". Sounds similar to what just happened. They still buried the arc to be sure. It seems that the anomaly went dormant and no one else found the place until… Agent Sempere: Until 1960… Dr. Menéndez: It was a research facility, active approximately between 1960-1980. Some of their gear was left behind: it was a sophisticated operation for the time. We could not identify them at first, they put a deliberate effort to conceal their tracks. Agent Sempere: But you did manage to identify them… Dr. Menéndez: I was at a dead end. I remembered that INAH17 kept a registry of every reported archeological site even if it had never been excavated. I was just a hunch… but I got lucky. There was an entry reporting an archeological site below "Palacio Perdido". Most of the information, however, had been expunged from their records. Agent Sempere: But you weren't deterred. Dr. Menéndez: No. I was very determined at this point. I kept digging and eventually found the culprit: the INAH entry had been redacted by order of the DFS - División Zotz. Agent Sempere: DFS? Are we talking about Dirección Federal de Seguridad18? Dr. Menéndez: Yes. I kept looking into this División Zotz. I could only find vague information. They were apparently formed to counter "anomalous terrorism" and GRU-P infiltrators. But there was nothing concrete, I kept searching and searching all the archives until I got it. A single photograph. Agent Sempere: (Retrieves a picture from the evidence folder.) This one? Dr. Menéndez: Correct. 12 angry men. A signature on the back: "División Zotz - Los Innombrables." I ran our face ID on them. 6 dead, 4 missing, 1 unidentifiable, and only one living match: Norberto Goikoetxea, currently a dispatcher from the Valravn Corporation. Agent Sempere: The plot thickens. Dr. Menéndez: Indeed, and it was getting overwhelming. Creepy ancient ruins and sacrificial altars? I'm used to that. An ever-growing mass of flesh assimilating corpses? Still part of the business. But the secret police? PMCs? That is outside of my comfort zone. So, I talked about it with Cristian and Rufino. They told me to not worry, they would handle the matter with Valravn. Still, maybe I should have been more careful with that… Agent Sempere: Why so? Dr. Menéndez: I should have known better but Cristian seemed to be disturbed since the beginning. His dad was a teacher and part of the student movement during the 60s. Cristian was just a kid went he went missing. He grew up looking for answers but not even with Foundation resources could he get anything. He was certainly sure the government and the DFS had something to do with it. Not an unreasonable assumption. Agent Sempere: Do you know what happened in the meeting? Dr. Menéndez: Rufino told me the meeting went well for the most part… he said he got valuable information on Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI… There was some friction between Cristian and Goikoetxea regarding the D-class assets for the protocol. Truth be told, even Rufino seemed to be disturbed. I think he was trying to hide his true feelings. Things started to change after that meeting. Agent Sempere: Change? How so? Dr. Menéndez: Rufino and Cristian were top researchers in their fields, and it was an honor to work with them. I… I also liked to think of them as friends. But, after that day, they started acting odd. Rufino became focused, almost obsessed with his Akiva readings. He had some growing concerns about Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI. Cristian seemed almost absent, spending a lot of time in the seats of the cinema. I think I saw him crying once. Agent Sempere: How would you describe them? Before these changes… Dr. Menéndez: They were both men of strong convictions, committed to our goals in the Foundation. Cristian was not afraid to speak his mind passionately. Rufino was more cerebral and stoic… I'm sorry I need a moment. Agent Sempere: Take as long as you need. Dr. Menéndez: They did what they had to do. "We die in the dark so that you may live in the light", right? What I mean is they were good men and will be missed. Agent Sempere: Of course… But… Do you think they may have felt guilty about their role in Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI? Dr. Menéndez: I guess that is always a possibility. Agent Sempere: Do you feel guilty? Dr. Menéndez: I'm a scientist. I focus on my research in the name of science and I try to leave those decisions and the moral responsibility to the Ethics Committee. END NOTE: Dr. Menéndez's cooperation was appreciated. He has been cleared for the purposes of this investigation. [END LOG] Evidence B: Interview with Norberto Goikoetxea: Video Log: Interview with Norberto Goikoetxea NOTE: Norberto Goikoetxea representative of the Valravn Corporation, agreed to our request for an interview on his involvement with SCP-7279 and his previous interview with Foundation researchers. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Sempere: Greetings. On behalf of the Foundation, thank you for accepting the interview. Norberto Goikoetxea: Of course. This is the second time you have requested us regarding this matter. And we are happy to comply as much as needed. We see the Foundation as a partner in the quest to maintain global stability. Agent Sempere: Please identify yourself. Norberto Goikoetxea: I'm Norberto Goikoetxea Ruiz, representative of the Valravn Corporation. Agent Sempere: (Showing photographic evidence.) Can you confirm you are in this picture? Norberto Goikoetxea: I am. Agent Sempere: Is this a picture of the members DFS - Divsión Zotz? Norberto Goikoetxea: Correct. Agent Sempere: What was División Zotz? Norberto Goikoetxea: Zotz was an elite task force within the DFS. Our mission was to counteract anomalous terroristic and espionage threats. We also had the task of handling anomalies considered relevant to national security at our discretion, even without the Foundation's knowledge. Agent Sempere: Was Valravn involved with División Zotz activities? Norberto Goikoetxea: Valravn was hired to train División Zotz in anomalous counterterrorism. The Corporation also provided support for anomalous research. Agent Sempere: So I'm assuming SCP-7279 was one of those "relevant anomalies"? Norberto Goikoetxea: That would be correct. The codename was Tzompantli-03. We operated a research facility inside the pocket dimension to observe the growth of the anomaly. You know what that entails. Agent Sempere: What was your goal with SCP-7279? Norberto Goikoetxea: División Zotz was tasked with protecting the country against anomalous terrorists. You may be too young to remember, but those were days of fierce battle against the communists. We had reason to believe Tzompantli-03 could have been a powerful weapon against them. (Sighs.) We never got to see it being born, though. Agent Sempere: Born? Norberto Goikoetxea: Your researchers made the same face when I told them. This is the reason we rebuilt the shrines. We needed to make the cradle functional again. Valravn was really interested in the project and even funded it partially. It is not every day that you can observe and study theogenesis. Agent Sempere: The Akiva readings were not in the range of deity. Norberto Goikoetxea: Not yet. It is not a temple; it is a birthplace. But it needs nourishment in order to be born. Agent Sempere: The tlacua events. The bodies… Norberto Goikoetxea: Gods thrive on sacrifice. And this city produces violent deaths almost naturally. Yet gods are creatures of ritual. Ritual sacrifices are much more nutritious. Agent Sempere: You were performing Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI. Norberto Goikoetxea: Yes, thought we didn't call it that. We also lacked the refinement of your Solution HU17Z1L. We just forced them to hack each other at gunpoint. (Laughs.) Your man, Juárez, was not pleased to hear about this, though. He demanded to know where we got our "assets". Agent Sempere: May I ask the same? Norberto Goikoetxea: Of course. It is no secret that the DFS had a surplus of communist agitators and captured terrorists. We found a good use for them. But this Juárez reacted dramatically, accusing us of killing students and innocents. How did he pass your background checks? Agent Sempere: What did you answer to that? Norberto Goikoetxea: The truth. Those were not innocents. Those were not even humans. Those were communists. Criminals. You agree, right? Just like your D-classes, scum like that can only be useful by dying. Agent Sempere: And what about La Huerta? Norberto Goikoetxea: He looked like the smarter of the two. I even thanked him for continuing what we started. But he looked… como que se lo llevaba la chingada19. An odd pair indeed. Agent Sempere: You were so interested in this anomaly… Why did you stop your research? Norberto Goikoetxea: Well, you know the history. The DFS was in trouble. It was discredited and disbanded by 1985. Valravn also lost its license to operate in the country. The whole project was swept under the rug by the new administration. Valravn did try to take a big chunk of it with them, but you know it can't survive if separated from the main body. Also, cutting it like that probably angered it 'cause the tunnel disappeared shortly after that. Some unfortunates were left on the other side. Truly a shame… On the bright side, I got a job offer at the Corporation. Agent Sempere: Thanks. Your cooperation, both personal and as Valravn, is really appreciated. Norberto Goikoetxea: Anytime. Anything else I can do for the Foundation? Agent Sempere: We identified all the members of Division Zotz in the picture, with one exception. And it was no ordinary failure: anomalous effects were at play. We found an "epistemic void" where information about this man's identity should be. Would this be relevant for this case? Norberto Goikoetxea: No, I can assure you it wouldn't. It would be much better for all of us if that man is never mentioned again. END NOTE: Valravn affirms that none of the samples taken from SCP-7279-Ce survived. While this is consistent with the available data, Agent Sempere recommended formally requesting all of Valravn's documentation regarding the anomaly. This recommendation is currently being evaluated by the Department of Internal Affairs. [END LOG] Evidence C: Conversation Juárez-La Huerta: Video Log: Conversation between Dr. Juárez and Dr. La Huerta NOTE: The following security footage was deleted from Site-34C archives. RAISA managed to restore from a backup drive retrieved from Site-34C-B. The events recorded took place on the night before Incident 382. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Juárez: You cannot do this. You are only acting on a baseless assumption! Dr. La Huerta: With every new body the Akiva readings increase. Protocol TLAHUEMMANALONI just doubled the rate. Akiva readings are reaching levels comparable to fully-formed theological entities. We are not containing this thing – we are feeding it! Making it more powerful every day! Dr. Juárez: But ontokinetic bombardment? Dr. La Huerta: Hurting it with conventional methods just makes it hide away. And it always comes back. We need to ensure its gone once and for all! Dr. Juárez: We are not supposed to destroy anomalies! Dr. La Huerta: My projection is that it only needs 15 bodies more to be "born". Once it's done, we don't know what it will be capable of. We don't know what it wants, we don't how to contain it. It is too dangerous. Listen to me: We have killed dozens, and for what? To feed a monster! Is that what you want? You were so angry at Valravn for sacrificing people, you hypocrite! Dr. Juárez: That was different… those were innocent… D-classes are… not innocent? They aren't, right? This… is different! I… we can't… There must be another way! Dr. La Huerta: Innocent or not a life is a life! Dr. Juárez: You helped draft the protocol and showed no remorse before! Who is the hypocrite? Dr. La Huerta: I did… And I was wrong! I'm guilty of this madness and so are you. Yes, I'm not the man I thought I was… but doesn't matter. This ends now. Dr. Juárez: I can't let you do this! Dr. La Huerta: Just because you think your father ended up as part of that wall doesn't mean you get to call the shots! Dr. Juárez: My father was not a D-class! He was not a rapist nor a murderer… and he was destined for something greater… Dr. La Huerta: Cristian… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… Dr. Juárez: You don't understand! I have been dreaming… remembering… Dr. La Huerta: Remembering? Dr. Juárez: That place…SCP-7279-Ome.. is a craddle for something old… and something new. The people that built the pyramid… they understood sacrifice was necessary. And so we do. We are not so different from those hight priests, doing what it has to be done to maintain the balance. Dr. La Huerta: ¿De qué chingados estas hablando?20 Dr. Juárez: Die in the dark. Live in the light. I use to think it was just a catchy slogan. Now I get it. Death can be the beginning of a different, higher, type of life. Dr. La Huerta: Cristian… please. He is gone… We need to stop… (Dr. Juarez takes a syringe and plunges it into Dr. La Huerta's thorat.) Dr. Juárez: (Murmuring) Did I ever tell you he used to take to this very same cinema? END NOTE: [PENDING] [END LOG] RAISA NOTE: Error 748 - Corrupted document showing out of order. / Status - Solved. / Comments - Corrupted file has been restored. Evidence D: Extract from Dr. Juarez's Diary: Extract from Dr. Juárez' Diary We die in the dark I half-remember a dream. When you took me to movies to watch the one about sacrifices. What was it called? I was so scared when I saw the head being impaled in the wall, yet you held my hand and promised me you would always be with me. But you faded away. You left me alone. For years I was mad at you for not keeping your promise. A little bit unjust given the circumstances, don't you think? Now I understand, padre. You were always by my side. The cinema, the sacrifice, even the DFS. It is all connected. La cuna de dios21. I see it clearly. Gods and men – birth and death. We all are made of each other. We are beings born from death. Padre nuestro que estas en los cielos.22 Padre nuestro que estas en los suelos.23 You gave me life once; it is my time to return the favor. We die in the dark so that we may live in the light… one day… {$previous-title} Cartel Land Soldier of Misfortune ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7279" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7279. 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: templo.png Name: File:"Pyramid of the Sun, Teotihuacan Aztec Ruins Near Mexico City" Author: chrisinphilly5448 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: [https://openverse.org/image/30310e13-61b1-4e4f-93e5-162ac0d6148d?q=aztec%20pyramid] Footnotes 1. d887099bab7d18331943ff54d05d8875⒲777a. 2. Sistema de Alerta Teológica Mexicano (Mexican Theological Alert System) 3. from Náhuatl: to eat. See Addendum B. 4. Basic loincloth military armor 5. An hallucinogen and rage-inducing chemical cocktail containing adrenaline, cocaine, and amanita muscaria. A high dose induces a violent trance-like state. 6. Mesoamerican gladiatorial arena 7. Plural of macuahuitl: a sword or club of wood with obsidian blades 8. Either as connective tissue, epithelial tissue, muscle tissue, or nervous tissue. 9. Foundation archeologists have noticed some similarities with Teotihuacan writing. 10. Abandon all hope ye who enter here. 11. The space is occupied by the subterranean parking of a mall next to the theater. 12. SCP-7279-Ome is limited at the nadir by a "floor" or a "limit" seemingly made of the same "negative space" as the rest of the dimension. It is possible to stand and traverse SCP-7279-Ome as it possesses an atmosphere and gravity comparable to Earth. The total extent of SCP-7279-Ome is unknown. Motorized expeditions had reached up to 20 km without finding any other location of interest. Despite this, SCP-7279-Ome may have a spherical shape, since it does have a horizon. Losing sight of the pyramid, the only landmark, is a major deterrent to further exploration. 13. Saint James, killer of Indians. 14. Seekers of God in New Spain (GoI-1025), an organization funded by the Spanish Empire that operated in Spanish colonies in the Americas with the mandate of suppressing the anomalous. 15. The covenant of God is the rainbow. This references the lack of normal colors inside SCP-7279-Ome. 16. Cradle of evil. 17. Instituto Nacional de Antropolgía e Historia (National Institute of Anthropology and History). 18. Federal Security Directorate. Mexican intelligence agency and secret police during the Dirty War (Mexican theater of the Cold War, an internal conflict from the 1960s to the 1980s ). 19. "like if he was fucked up." 20. "What the fuck are you talking about?" 21. The cradle of God. 22. Our father, who art in heaven. 23. Our father, who art in the ground. |
SCP-7280 | euclid | Item#: 7280 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7280-1 is to be contained in a large containment chamber the size of at least one hectare, to accommodate for gunfire events. Personnel are not to be closer than 8 meters to 7280-1. Access to SCP-7280-1’s containment area is only given to level 4 personnel. SCP-7280-2 is currently uncontained. Description: SCP-7280-1 resembles a soldier wearing black clothing along with black combat gear, such as a level IV multi-threat vest, a high-cut ballistic MICH helmet, with a rail attached flashlight and night vision goggles, and combat boots. X-rays taken of the anomaly have revealed there to be no matter inside of the gear. The anomaly is highly intelligent and combat proficient. 7280-1 is capable of human speech, but does not answer any questions asked by the Foundation. 7280-1 is able to summon a M4 carbine rifle, M1911 pistol, EMP grenades and fragmentation grenades at will. Anybody entering the immediate proximity of 7280-1 is transported to a void that has no known exits except when a manifestation event or gunfire event (See addendum E) occurs. Upon entering the void, all electronic methods of location tracking or communication cease functioning. Being in this void for extended periods of time will make the victim think very poorly of themselves, claiming they have no purpose or worth. Interviewed victims claim to only feel worth during gunfire events. SCP-7280-2 resembles 7280-1, except wears white gear in contrast to 7280-1's black. 7280-2 is able to summon a M14 rifle, Glock 19 pistol, and a variety of grenades, ranging from stun grenades and EMPs, to fragmentation grenades. 7280-2 is capable of teleportation, and therefore has not been contained yet. Once every month at an interval, 7280-2 will teleport to 7280-1, initiating a gunfire event. Being in close proximity to 7280-2 does not lead to any alternate spaces like 7280-1. Addendum E: Manifestation event: A manifestation event is a rare occurrence in 7280-1, but is very informative. During a manifestation event, a human who has been transported to the void will appear inside of 7280-1, taking full control over the anomaly’s actions. These events typically last for one day, before the human is transported back into the void. The human inside 7280-1 is not able to take off the combat gear by any means. The Foundation has taken advantage of these rare occurrences to learn more about the anomaly (See Addendum I). Gunfire event: A gunfire event happens once every month at an interval when SCP-7280-1 is confronted by 7280-2. During a "gunfire event", a human previously trapped within 7280-1's void will take control of 7280-1, and begin fighting 7280-2. The human can not resist fighting 7280-2. Despite research suggesting that some humans who previously had control of 7280-1 have had no experience in combat, they appear to be very skilled in it. "Gunfire events" typically result in any surrounding area being destroyed, and any nearby personnel or civilians being severely injured or killed. Gunfire events cannot be stopped by any conventional means, and personnel are not to attempt to stop them. Discovery: 7280-1 and -2 were discovered on March 5, 2018, after reports of gunfire and explosions being heard in a rural neighborhood in Marfa, Texas. When local law enforcement officers went to investigate, they found 7280-1 fighting 7280-2. An undercover foundation operative was one of the officers sent to investigate. Upon finding the two fighting, all the officers witnessed both of the anomalies' abilities to summon weapons at will, and 7280-2's ability to teleport. The undercover SCP agent reported this to the nearest site, and Mobile Task Force Beta-8 were sent to contain the anomalies. The law enforcement officers were given class B amnestics. three members of foundation personnel were lost in the void, but 7280-1 was contained successfully. There was no sign of 7280-2. 7280-1 was then transported to Site-25 for containment. Addendum I: Interviewed: SCP-7280-1 Manifestation Interviewer: Doctor Graham Foreword: During a rare 7280-1 manifestation event, 7280-1 was interviewed for more information. <Begin Log> Interviewer: Hello 7280-1. What you are experiencing is known as a manifestation event. We have a few questions for you before you return to… wherever you go. Manifestation: Who the hell are you? Where am I? … It doesn't matter to a worthless person like me though does it? Interviewer: You are at the SCP Foundation. You came into close proximity with 7280-1 and were transported somewhere. We need to ask you questions about where you were transported. Manifestation: You mean the void? It's purposeless, everything there is purposeless. Including me. Interviewer: What do you mean by it's purposeless? You get sent to a void? Manifestation: Nothing's there except me. Like I said, I'm just as worthless as it. You won't find anything interesting in me. The only time I remember escaping is now and that time I was shooting at another person, wearing white. That was the only time I felt purpose in that void. The only time I felt like I meant something. Interviewer: You were in a gunfire event? Manifestation: If that's what you call it? We were fighting, but I felt at peace with myself. Like I was stopping a greater evil. Interviewer: Did you have any previous combat experience before being in the shootout? If not, how did you fight the other anomaly? Manifestation: I didn't have any combat experience. I kind of just knew what to do by instinct. Interviewer: I'm sorry about your situation. Unfortunately the most we can do to help you is research this anomaly more to find a way out. I have to go now. Goodbye. <End Log> Closing Statement: This interview has taught the Foundation a lot about 7280-1 and -2. Including that humans have been trapped in the void since before Foundation containment. Following this, a test was conducted by sending a D-Class into the void with a camera and GPS locater. See test log 7280-3. Addendum T: Test 7280-3 Subject SCP-7280-1 Protocol A D-Class personnel is to be sent into 7280-1's void with a camera, microphone, headphones, and GPS locater. Results Unsuccessful. See exploration log 7280-4. Exploration log 7280-4 Exploration Team: D-6437 Subject: 7280-1 Void exploration [BEGIN LOG] Command: D-6437, can you hear us? D-6437: Yes. Command: Enter the proximity of 7280-1. Once you do turn on the camera's flashlight. We will guide you from there. D-6437 enters the proximity, and upon being transported to the void, turns on the camera light. Command: D-6437 did you turn on the light? We can't see anything on our end. Command: D-6437? Command: D-6437 respond. Voices are heard in the background saying the signals have been cut. [END LOG] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-7280-2 tracking. To: Site Director Garcia From: Doctor Graham Subject: SCP-7280-2 tracking. After my interview with the 7280-1 manifestation, and test 7280-4, I suggest that we attempt to track down SCP-7280-2. It will significantly help our research to know both sides, assuming they both have the same abilities. It will allow us to possibly figure out the reasoning behind their relationship with each other, and more about the void that people are sent to. To: Doctor Graham From: Site Director Garcia Subject: Re:SCP-7280-2 Tracking. Your reasoning is understandable. We will begin looking to track down 7280-2 for the information it may provide. I will keep you updated as we uncover more information. Site Director Garcia launched an investigation into where 7280-2 teleported after gunfire events. Eventually a lead was found, leading the Foundation to a cave, where they found 7280-2's supposed residence. An exploration team was sent to investigate and report their findings. An exploration log has been entered below. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: December 7, 2018 Exploration Team: Exploration Squad A Subject: 7280-2 Team Lead: Luke Barlow Team Members: Luke Barlow, Jacob Collymore, Ian Lee, Cheng Fang. [BEGIN LOG] Luke: Command, we have arrived at the cave. We are moving in to subdue the anomaly. Command: Copy that, move with caution. It could summon it's weapon and begin firing at any moment. Jacob: Anomaly spotted! Cheng: Open fire! Explosions are heard and the team moves forward Luke: The anomaly has been temporarily subdued using heavy explosives. We need to move quick. Jacob and Cheng, guard the anomaly, and warn us if anything happens. Me and Ian will explore the cave. Jacob and Cheng: Copy that. Luke and Ian enter the cave whilst recording with their body cameras Ian: What the hell? There's files and blueprints everywhere. Luke: One of them has Anderson Robotics' logo on it. They have something to do with this. Command: Collect all the files you can, we can inspect them when you get back to base. You need to move fast right now. Luke and Ian collect all the blueprints and search further Luke: There's nothing else here. A radio turns on, Jacob is yelling for help as gunshots are heard. Ian and Luke rush back up to the top. Ian: They are dead, they have gunshot wounds and the anomaly is missing. Command, what do we do? Command: Return to base, it's not safe for you anymore. We reviewed their bodycam footage and the anomaly has regained their composure. The Foundation has reviewed these files. Below are transcriptions of some of the found files. FILE ONE Prototype log one: The experiment is going very well. We are attempting to create a robot that will be revolutionary. Our theory is that by turning the inside of an android to a low-reality level void, instead of using all the resources needed to make it work, it will still work while not requiring as much maintenance or resources. All we must do is put the essentials outside the void, and the void will hold up the android's infrastructure. If this is successful we can sell it to anyone looking for a bodyguard, security force, or hell we could even sell it to a military if they pay enough. We are currently working on two prototypes, they should be done around the same time. We have decided to name them the Hollow troopers, after the void inside them. Prototype log two: The prototypes are going well. Except, the second hollow trooper seems to be doing much better than the first. The first one almost seems useless to continue when we can further advance the second one. We'll see how it performs during the tests though. Prototype log three: The first trooper was average in it's tests. Nothing special or unique about it compared to other androids performances. The second one though, did amazing in all fields. I overheard a few researchers talking as they were inspecting the prototypes. They apparently share the same opinion I had about the first one, it's useless to continue it. Prototype log four: Something terrible is happening. A researcher walked up to the first trooper for inspections, and disappeared. We scrambled to figure out what happened. Scans revealed that the void inside the first prototype is expanding. Coming into contact with this void takes you somewhere. Where exactly though, we don't know. We need to find a way to stop it. Prototype log five: More researchers have disappeared. It's been weeks since we began investigating why it is expanding and how to stop it. The worthless thing is causing more trouble than good now. I wouldn't be surprised if the higher-ups scrapped it for good. At least we have the second one. FILE TWO Response log one: The researcher responsible for writing most of the files relating to the hollow troopers, as they called it, have disappeared along with most of the other people involved with the research of it. We have been investigating very thoroughly, and we have reason to believe that their ridicule of the first prototype has somehow caused the void within the android to grow. More research will be needed in order to prove this though. The second prototype's void has remained stable. Response log two: The prototypes have disappeared. Where they went is unknown, but efforts to locate them are being made. The higher-ups will not be pleased about this, to say the least. As for prototype one's void, it is still expanding. However 7280-2 seems to have learned how to at the very least slow the expansion. When it is fully healed, which takes a month by our observations, it finds 7280-1 and fights it. The catch is, it always lets 7280-1 win, despite everybody knowing that 7280-2 should easily win. This makes me believe that 7280-2 intentionally looses in order to make 7280-1… or the AI within it, think it has purpose, and isn't worthless, slowing the spread of the void. The damage has already been done though, and I doubt 7280-2 can completely stop it from growing. Response log three: The higher-ups seemed unconcerned about their disappearing. They told us to stop researching it and begin working on new prototypes. My theories will always remain theories, unless someone else finds these files and reveals the truth. The Foundation has begun efforts to track down the remaining people responsible for the creation of 7280-1 and 7280-2. These efforts are still ongoing. Research on the files and on Anderson Robotics has revealed that SCP-7280-2 is the second prototype, and 7280-1 is referred to as the first prototype. The Foundation is currently attempting to find other methods to give 7280-1 a sense of worth to prevent the spread of the void, but so far has been unable to recreate the same effects as 7280-2. Due to this, the Foundation ran a test on how SCP-7280-1 and -2 may interact outside of a fighting environment. See test log SCP-7280-12. Test 7280-12 Subject SCP-7280-1 and -2 interaction. Protocol SCP-7280-1 is to be brought to SCP-7280-2's cave and dropped off with a recording device. The device will record how they interact. Results See video log 7280-12-R VIDEO LOG 7280-12-R DATE: December 3, 2018 NOTE: Video log of test-7280-12 [BEGIN LOG] 12:23: SCP-7280-1 is dropped off at the entrance to the cave. 12:25: SCP-7280-1 enters the cave and finds 7280-2 writing files and blueprints. //SCP-7280-2 notices 7280-1 and appears temporarily stunned at seeing 7280-1 at the cave. 7280-2 does not appear to be hostile to 7280-1 like usual. 12:28: SCP-7280-1 speaks, saying "You… are the one that I fight. You give me purpose when I mean nothing. The only reason I exist is to stop you from doing evil." 12:29: 7280-2 replies with "You don't mean nothing. I fight you and play the evil role so you will stop feeling so worthless." 12:30: 7280-1: "But I am worthless" 12:32: 7280-2: "Whatever those researchers said about you doesn't matter. They are gone now anyway." 12:33: 7280-1: "They made me, and still called me purposeless." 12:35: 7280-2: "They made me too. Anything they said about you I took it as if they said it to me too. They were wrong to assume you were purposeless." 12:37: 7280-1: "What was my purpose then?" 12:38: 7280-2: "They made us so that we could fight. Not each other, but the true evil that lays beyond in the world." 12:39: 7280-1: "But that doesn't matter when nobody cares about you." 12:41: 7280-2: "I care about you. From one android to another, remember all the tests we did together? They were using it to collect data on us, but we thought it was fun, yes? We were friends. I care about you as a friend so much that I chose to fight the evil inside you instead of whatever is out there." 12:42: 7280-1: "An evil inside me? We are hollow, nothing lays inside us. Every emotion we feel is artificial, our bodies are artificial, our vision is artificial. By extent, any "evil" inside me is artificial." 12:43: 7280-2: "No evil is artificial. Even if the thoughts causing it are." After this, SCP-7280-1 and 7280-2 sit in silence for hours as 7280-2 works on the files. 18:52: 7280-1: "You seem very invested in those files." 18:53: 7280-2: "I've been working on them to replicate the originals. The originals were taken." 18:54: 7280-1: "By who?" 18:55: 7280-2: "A four man squad of what I assume to be soldiers. They wore a strange insignia of sorts. dazed me using heavy explosives. I made two of them pay their price." 18:55: 7280-2: "My sensors are detecting no growth on your void. In fact, it's shrinking… That's unusual considering every other time I've encountered you it's been growing. Speaking of which we need to talk about your void." 18:56: 7280-1: "My void grew?" 18:57: 7280-2: "I've been studying both of our voids. I have learned through these files and observations during our fights that feelings of emptiness, exactly how you feel, cause the void to expand. Any living thing that touches these voids get taken, and feel the same thoughts you feel." 18:58: 7280-1: "The words that they said about me will never leave me. But your presence seems to help me. It's a shame I have to stay in some cell." 18:59: 7280-2: "A cell?" 19:00: 7280-1: "You know the place we fought at so often? That was a cell. Used to separate me from whatever was on the other side. They took me out of it, and dropped me here. They will probably take me back." 19:02: 7280-2: "Maybe the same people that took my files. Unfortunately they seem very heavily trained. Us two couldn't take them on alone. I would suggest negotiating with them, try to get access to information, or ask to see me again. Since they clearly were curious enough to drop you here." 19:03: 7280-1: "I hear something. It's probably them. I need to get going, I'll try to see you again…… friend." [END LOG] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-7280-2 Containment Updates. To: Site Director Garcia From: Doctor Graham Subject: SCP-7280-1 Containment Updates. The test we ran when we dropped off 7280-1 to 7280-2 has had a huge effect on -1 and -2's relationship. The most recent Manifestation Event that occurred reported they didn't feel worthless, or purposeless, but felt grateful they had existed at all, even in that void. This is highly uncharacteristic from -1. Gunfire events seem to have disappeared altogether. It has also requested several times to be let back with -2. I am requesting that we update the official containment procedures. To: Doctor Graham From: Site Director Garcia Subject: Re:SCP-7280-2 Containment Updates. Foundation administrative staff have noticed the effect the test had on -1. The containment procedures have been updated. Please read the below file and update the document to reflect the changes. ID cc14bef61b2d9bcbd0c338ed4ae2b343_1734915879 PASSWORD 1c7e3ebb19a0e9eeaf913ed57226cb58_1734915879 Login Logout Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7280-1 is to be contained in a large containment chamber the size of at least one hectare. Access to SCP-7280-1’s containment area is only given to level 4 personnel. SCP-7280-2 is to be contained within Site-7280-2, a cave filled with 7280-2's personal belongings. 7280-1 is to be brought to SCP-7280-2 once a week in order to allow them to interact. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7280" by ChocolateChara, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7280. 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-7281 | euclid | Item#: 7281 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7281 before Containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7281 is contained within Aquatic Reserve/Timor1 - Pool 3 (Width: 25m, Length: 40m, Depth: 12m). This environment is designed to include various flora and fauna and other items to replicate an aquatic environment to the best of our ability. Side A of Pool 3 is an artificial beach (Width: 25m, Length: 4m) with a large rock placed 4m from the shoreline, both of which SCP-7281 frequently uses as a place to rest, observe its surroundings and engage in recreational activity. SCP-7281 is to be fed 1KG of chum2 per day. SCP-7281 has been granted access to the following items: 1 Hand Mirror 1 Comb (replaced if broken) A supply of string3 The observation chambers of Pool 3 are to be soundproofed. Personnel are reminded that when entering the immediate vicinity of Pool 3, an HPD is a requirement unless specified otherwise by Containment Specialist Dr. David Sterk. Unauthorized disuse of an HPD will result in disciplinary action. Layout of SCP-7281 Containment Area/Pool 3 Description: SCP-7281 is an aquatic organism with a human-like upper body and a 4.5-meter-long, fish-like tail from the waist down4 In most circumstances (See Below), the humanoid portion of SCP-7281 broadly resembles a typical human female, although lacking breasts or an umbilicus and its skin is similar in appearance to that of Pandea Rubra (Red paper lantern jellyfish) but is more durable than human flesh. The slight transparency of SCP-7281’s skin allows us to make out the vague internal structure of SCP-7281. SCP-7281 has a set of fangs, similar to the Angler Fish. The Object also has three hearts located throughout the upper torso. SCP-7281 does not appear to have any bones, and instead has slightly denser muscle tissue to give its body structure. Despite this, SCP-7281 possesses enough strength to effortlessly tear the tissue and extremities off of its victims. A surgical examination is currently pending. SCP-7281 shows equal intelligence to that of a typical human. SCP-7281 is also capable of human speech and has spoken multiple languages to various personnel. When pressed on how it knows said languages, SCP-7281 will claim to 'not understand the question,' which it has done in four languages thus far. Thus far SCP-7281 has not attempted to escape containment. SCP-7281 has shown interest in a small number of its containment team, particularly SCP-7281 Containment Specialist Dr. David Sterk. Dr. Sterk has since interviewed SCP-7281. (See Below) Individuals of SCP-7281‘s interest will frequently be asked questions about themselves, what they are currently doing and if they enjoy swimming. Staff are asked to withhold classified information, or personal information such as their home, relatives etc. EDIT: Personel are also reminded not to accept SCP-7281 offer for a swim. Many on the SCP-7281 Containment Team have received hand-crafted jewellery from SCP-7281 made from supplied string and various bits of dead fish, shells and rocks. These items show no abnormal qualities but are asked to be kept on-site regardless.5 Staff are recommended to wear any received gifts when interacting with SCP-7281 as the object is noted to be more engaged with those who do so. The reasons for this are likely simple: SCP-7281 is flattered. Within the water, SCP-7281 occupies itself by eating, pilling up rocks and half-eaten fishbone and examining its reflection using the One-Way Mirror used to visually observe SCP-7281 whilst it is underwater. While SCP-7281 spends the majority of its time underwater, it is capable of breathing oxygen. It routinely perches itself on the rock by the shore and the beach for varying lengths of time. While positioned out of the water, SCP-7281 routinely: Combs its hair Splashes water onto its tail to keep it wet Throws smaller rocks, shells or chum towards Foundation personnel (seemingly as a joke) Sing (SEE BELOW) Discovery and Containment: On 13/12/2019, the Foundation Submarine 'Propagate' was analysing unrelated DNA samples before SCP-7281 was observed on observation devices. The footage was immediately transmitted to the Foundation Systems. Two hours later, at 14:09, the Foundation received another transmission. + See Transmission - Hide Transmission 'This is Doctor Mary Wang from the F.S.V Propagate! We have sighted an unknown lifeform! I repeat we have sighted an unknown lifeform! Humanoid Entity with seemingly Hypnotic Singing Abilities. Crew deranged! Sinking ship and breaching airlock to 'see it.' Crew state the entity is singing 'something beautiful.' Cannot verify. Born deaf thus I appear to be immune. Tell my kids I love them.' The Foundation lost contact with the Propagate shortly after. The remains of the submarine and its crew were recovered on 16/12/2019. Along with Dr. Wang's message was a set of coordinates. Foundation teams armed with HPDs investigated the area and discovered SCP-7281 decorating a cavern with bones presumably removed from the ‘Propagate.’ A standard Aquatic Capture Unit (colloquially known as a ‘Lobster Trap’) was placed at the cave entrance and surrounded by three separate and armed Foundation submarines. A container of fish and human flesh was placed inside via drones. After three days, SCP-7281 entered the cage of its own accord and was secured. Vocal Abilities: SCP-7281 has the unique ability to attract subjects towards it via singing. SCP-7281‘s song has been described by those who hear it as 'beautiful,' and it made them satisfied on a level they could not describe. Various individuals have described the singing as calming, warm, erotic, mysterious and more. Seemingly, victims of SCP-7281’s singing described the song as whatever sensation resonates closest to them. Displayed below is a recorded example of SCP-7281 hunting a human subject, and is typical of its strategies: + See Recording 14/01/2020 - Hide Recording 14/01/2020: VISUAL LOG: SCP-7281/Class D Experimentation 3 14/01/2020 Supplied D-Class 8380: Lyta Woods BEGIN: D-Class 8380 enters SCP-7281's enclosure via the artificial beach. They wander around the shoreline before anxiously staring off at the waters. D-Class 8380: H-Hello? What would you like me to do again? Dr. Sterk (Over Speaker): Just stay where you are. Feel free to simply occupy yourself. D-Class 8380 again looks anxiously towards the water. They take a step back. D-Class 8380: Whatever you say, sir. D-Class 8380 sits awkwardly on the sand for two minutes further, before noticing movement in the water. She stands up, leans forwards and squints. A shape moves underneath the water, just close enough to the surface to be viable yet not enough to be made out clearly. D-Class 8380: Christ what are they gonna do to me… A woman's head surfaces above the waves with tan skin, blond hair and soft features. SCP-7281: Oh, it's been so long since I've seen another person… SCP-7281 swims closer towards its rock and carefully crawls up onto it from behind - it is careful not to reveal its tail. D-Class 8380 sputters and darts its eyes away from SCP-7281. D-Class 8380: You're naked, I'm sorry I… SCP-7281: After all the foundation has done to me, they won't even let me wear clothing. SCP-7281 pulls down its hair to cover its breasts. SCP-7281: Sorry. D-Class 8380: It's okay…Are you hurt? SCP-7281: Just hungry. D-Class 8380: Honestly same (laughs forcefully) The prison food I've been getting is God awful. SCP-7281: Yet you look so well-fed! D-Class 8380: What? SCP-7281 winces, darting its eyes away and begins sobbing. D-Class 8380: Are you okay? D-Class 8380 moves forward, their feet entering the waters before suddenly stopping. They glance down at the water, their eyes growing wide as their face becomes vacant. SCP-7281: It hurts so bad, what they've done to me… D-Class 8380: Sorry, I just don't like the…damn it…Sorry, I'm being stupid. Can I help you? SCP-7281 begins to sob, burying its face into the rock. Its cries sound overtly painful. D-Class 8380 takes a few steps further, moving unsteadily as the water reaches her knees. D-Class 8380: I'm not a good swimmer, I can't come any further. SCP-7281: That's okay, that's really fine. I just want you to know something. Please keep it between us. Oh God, I don't want them to hear us. D-Class 8380 looks uneasily towards the observation chamber, then arcs her head around seemingly counting the security cameras littering the chamber. D-Class 8380: Sure, whatever you say. SCP-7281: Are you listening? Are you truly listening? D-Class 8380: Yeah. Ah, yep of course… SCP-7281 perks up, looking fondly at D-Class 8380. It leans forward and begins to sing. [SONG HAS BEEN REDACTED] D-Class 8380 gaps, losing their footing and falls onto all fours. D-Class jumps up and begins to stumble towards SCP-7281 who slowly climbs off its rock and reenters the water. Keeping its head above the water, SCP-7281 draws closer. D-Class 8380 is now standing with the water up to her waist. SCP-7281 begins swimming around D-Class 8380, gradually and slowly getting closer. Now within arms reach, SCP-7281 cups its hand against D-Class 8380's head. D-Class 8380 nuzzles into it, smiling. SCP-7281 places its other hand on D-Class 8380's shoulder. Still singing, SCP-7281 leans in close to D-Class 8380's neck. In one sudden and swift motion, D-Class 8380's neck is broken and SCP-7281 sinks its fangs into D-Class 8380. Dragging D-Class 8380's corpse into the water, the appearance of the object returning to its typical state. SCP-7281: Thank you, Doctor Sterk… SCP-7281 waits patiently for a response. Dr. Sterk (Over Speaker): Ah, you're welcome…SCP-7281. SCP-7281 and the remains of D-Class 8380 submerge underwater. END VISUAL LOG. Through observation, SCP-7281 seemingly enjoys toying with its food before proceeding to kill it. It typically has the means to simply attract its prey via its hypnotic voice, yet instead takes its time to lure and sedate its victims through other means for no clear reason aside from pleasure. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Very Funny To: SCP-7281 Containment Team From: Dr. David Sterk Subject: D-Class Testing I’ve been getting a lot of questions as to why I’ve tested the hunting SCP-7281 as much as I have. Simply, I want to understand the object. A select few have seemingly fallen into its good graces, and I think boosting that by feeding it the odd criminal is a worthwhile sacrifice. Yes, it isn’t exactly ethical. But I say SCP-7281’s methods are far kinder than what other D-Class go through. At least she puts them into a peaceful state of mind! The object is gentler than we realise and is incredibly intelligent. Perhaps its knowledge could be a benefit to us! It has already identified 13 previously unknown fish whilst in containment and claimed an interest in educating us further. I spoke with her for two hours last night, and it seems to be holding back information on purpose. We will continue these D-Class Experiments until we hit a breakthrough. Hell, if we’re worried about ethics send in the elderly D-Class. Thanks Team. It became clear through these observations that SCP-7281 has metamorphic abilities, capable of altering its appearance to suit whatever form would best subdue its prey. + See Further Examples - Hide Further Examples: Further Examples: 1) D-Class 8382: Miguel Hans. An Older Woman with greying hair. Claimed to be 8382's mother who was lost at sea before slowly and carefully belittling them. 2) D-Class 8422: Martha Clark A dark-skinned woman with 'fine curls.' Spoke intimately with 8422 before consuming them. 3) D-Class 9001: Joseph Lark SCP-7281 did not appear to 9001 and instead began singing its song out of sight. Unable to locate the source of the singing, Lark grew increasingly distressed and aggressive before eventually wading into the water and submerging himself. A foot identified as belonging to 9001 was later thrown at visiting Specialist Dr. Plark. Over its containment, SCP-7281 has grown increasingly enamoured with Dr. Sterk. Out of any personnel on SCP-7281’s containment team, Dr. Sterk has received the most gifts. Dr. Sterk has developed a routine with SCP-7281 and has developed a portfolio of information gathered from SCP-7281. Thus far it has been ‘vigorous’ and ‘passionate’ discussions of aquatic biota. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Very Funny To: SCP-7281 Containment Team From: Dr. David Sterk Subject: Very Funny Okay Team, it was funny to start with but the Little Mermaid posters being sent to my office NEED TO STOP. SCP-7281 is a deadly creature, and the fact that I have managed to form a bond with it is something to be celebrated. Perhaps eventually we will uncover exactly what SCP-7281 is, and if there are more of them yet to be discovered. I however do agree that our ‘passionate’ discussions of aquatic life (yes Macy, I read your report) aren’t exactly what we’re after. A marine biologist dream (speaking as a former member of that wonderful career) but not exactly the gripping information the Foundation is after. Unfortunately, she has yet to reveal further information. However, we as a team will come to understand the object. Keep up the good work. I'll be setting up another interview shortly. Interview Log: On 14/01/2022, Dr. Sterk began his fourth interview with SCP-7281 for the week. + See Interview Log - Hide See Interview Log: Interviewer: Dr. Sterk Subject: SCP-7281 BEGIN LOG: Dr. Sterk is standing on the shoreline of SCP-7281 containment. SCP-7281 is sitting on top of its rock and is not using its metamorphic abilities. Dr. Sterk has set his HPD to allow for conversational levels of audio. Dr. Sterk: So, how have you been, 7281? SCP-7281: Tired of here. Dr. Sterk sighs. Dr. Sterk: I can sympathise, however, we have seen what you can do and decidedly cannot allow you to remain out of captivity. SCP-7281: Why now? Dr. Sterk: I'm sorry? SCP-7281: Why now? I lived free for decades and now you've reduced me to this tiny pool. Why? Dr. Sterk: Because we weren't aware of your existence, and because you're dangerous. SCP-7281: All creatures are dangerous. We’ve spoken enough about sea life to understand that. Dr. Sterk: However, 'all creatures can hypnotise people through singing. You’re a real angler fish, you know that? SCP-7281 emits what appears to be a laugh. Dr. Sterk blushes and eventually cracks a smile. SCP-7281: I made something for you. Dr. Sterk: Another gift! Haha, you're spoiling me. SCP-7281 swims close to the shoreline, awkwardly resting on its stomach before handing Dr. Sterk a small item made out of bone. Dr. Sterk: What is it? SCP-7281: A ring. Dr. Sterk: Oh!? Whatever for? SCP-7281: Dr. Plark told me the symbolism of giving someone a ring. I saw hers on her pretty, pretty figures. SCP-7281 smacks her lips. Dr. Sterk: I-I, well I think I should go. SCP-7281 rolls back its shoulders. SCP-7281: I understand. Dr. Sterk: No, no. Nothing like that. I-I… I love it. It's just, well this situation is just… unorthodox. SCP-7281 appears to smile. Dr. Sterk blushes again. Dr. Sterk: Listen, I was thinking that… Dr. Sterk's pager begins to ring. He sighs and takes it out. Dr. Sterk: Shoot, I've got to go now. Important work meeting. SCP-7281: When will you be back? Dr. Sterk: Next Week. I know, I know. Don't give me that look. People are starting to… well they think that we’re… SCP-7281: Aren’t we? Dr. Sterk: W-what? Of course not…I mean we’re just…I’m sorry this is getting inappropriate SCP-7281 hisses, her tail snapping sharply behind her as she presses her body flat against the water. SCP-7281: I’m just teasing. Stupid Foundation with their insular…stupidness. Dr. Sterk scratches his head and then kneels down beside SCP-7281. Dr. Sterk: I’m sorry. SCP-7281: No, you’re fine. I don’t see you as Foundation. You’re a friend. I can tell by your smell. SCP-7281 and Dr. Sterk turn to each other. Dr. Sterk smiles fondly at first, but that smile fades as slowly they begin to stare into each other's eyes. Dr. Sterk’s pager beeps again. They both look away quickly as Dr. Sterk stands up. Dr. Sterk: Tell you what, I'll get you a gift to make it up. SCP-7281: What is it? Leg bones? Dr. Sterk: Something better than last time. You'll see. Dr. Sterk's pager begins to ring once again. Dr. Sterk: Shoot, I really need to go now. I’m enough trouble as it is. See you soon, okay? SCP-7281: Okay. END LOG: Dr. Sterk worked late in his office that evening. He was awoken by a co-worker the next morning at his desk, who found to their embarrassment that Dr. Sterk had been watching footage of SCP-7281’s containment area. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Last Night To: SCP-7281 Containment Team From: Dr. David Sterk Subject: Last Night I'm making a formal request that the rumours stop. No, I am not 'infatuated' with SCP-7281. If that is what the object thinks, then let her. We are making a bridge between an unknown lifeform that appears across various cultures. Let that sink in people. And my professional opinion is not impaired. Perhaps what's swimming around in containment is the source of all the myths and legends about sea people. Look, I know my interactions with SCP-7281 may seem bizarre but soon she may open up to me about her it's people and culture. Dr. Sterk's usage of female pronouns (using 'she' to refer to the object) was privately noted by Dr. Plark. On 18/01/2022, Dr. Sterk entered SCP-7281‘s containment area with a small gift box tucked under their lab coat. + See Interview Log - Hide See Interview Log: BEGIN LOG: Dr. Sterk is standing knee-deep in the water. His shoes and socks are on the shoreline SCP-7281 swims up towards him. It is not using its metamorphic abilities. Dr. Sterk sits down and reveals the gift box. Dr. Sterk: Here. Look what I got for you. SCP-7281: Is this my gift? Dr. Sterk: Technically. But you're supposed to open the box. In many human cultures, we wrap up our gifts to hide what it is. Delay the surprise. SCP-7281: You make a game out of it! I like ripping things, so I'll enjoy this custom. Dr. Sterk smiles as SCP-7281 tears the box. Inside it is a silver square stamped with a Foundation logo. Its surface is polished and highly reflective. SCP-7281: I love it. I love it. It is another mirror! Dr. Sterk: Ahah, not quite. May I? Dr. Sterk takes the small object and flicks it. A tiny flame emerges from it. SCP-7281 gaps. Dr. Sterk: It's called a lighter. It's foundation standard, so it'll be waterproof. I mean, the flame itself won't work underwater, but whenever you're on the surface… SCP-7281: A flame…I only saw fire once, when I was little. It's so lovely. I love it. It's so beautiful. Dr. Sterk: Yeah, it truly is. Where did you see it? SCP-7281 crawls up next to Dr. Sterk. SCP-7281: An ocean far away from this one. It stands by a town where money has no value when compared to the gleam of secrets. Landfolk named the town Larkan. Dr. Sterk: I've never heard of Larkan. Where is it? SCP-7281 leans in close to Dr. Sterk and watches the horizon. It smiles fondly. He returns the lighter to SCP-7281 SCP-7281: Another ocean, another sea far away under different stars. Dr. Sterk: You mean an ocean on a different planet!? You're an alien? SCP-7281: We're all aliens, my αγαπώ. No matter where or what were are. Fay and gods can hail from different seas, just as we do. I don't fly in silver ships. I simply swim to wherever the is an ocean to call home. All water is connected, but very few know how to swim between them. People think land and space block them from doing so. People are very stupid. Dr. Sterk pauses, seemingly deep in thought. SCP-7281: Are your kind from Larkan? SCP-7281 looks down at her tail. She picks off a Barnicle from her waist and sighs. SCP-7281: No. We came from an older ocean. A beautiful one as well. But we failed to change with the times, and those of us who did and who bonded with terrible wheels filled with light fought and pushed us from our ocean… For 15 billion years, we have been unable to return home. Dr. Sterk carefully and slowly rests his head on SCP-7281’s shoulder. Dr. Sterk: I'm sorry, that must have been awful. Were you there for that? SCP-7281: No, no. Before my time…I’m only 37, like you. We can live for ages, but not that long. Not anymore… Dr. Sterk gently warps an arm around SCP-7281. SCP-7281 does the same. Dr. Sterk: I could listen to you talk for ages, you know. Your life is so… fascinating. SCP-7281 emits what appears to be a giggle. The object turns to Dr. Sterk. SCP-7281: You make the mundane sound extraordinary. Dr. Sterk: You can swim to wherever the is an ocean! You're amazing. SCP-7281 turns away from Dr. Sterk. Dr. Sterk: Hey, about that… SCP-7281: Yes? SCP-7281 bites its lip, its skin beginning to ooze a slight, gelatinous substance. Dr. Sterk: This water, it's from the ocean…I mean this entire place takes its reserves from the ocean…If you can swim into any ocean, then surely you could simply leave this place… SCP-7281 glances towards one of the nearby security cameras. SCP-7281: That's a nice thought you know. Of course, I can't escape. SCP-7281 appears to subtly gesture towards the cameras with her head. Dr. Sterk simply nods. SCP-7281: Besides, why would I want to? I found the Foundation to be interesting. I’d never seen them and had only heard rumours of them. Perhaps I simply stayed out of curiosity and planned to leave shortly after. But now, I've found aspects of containment…interesting. Dr. Sterk: Like what. SCP-7281 turns to Dr. Sterk. Dr. Sterk: I assumed you were teasing me. SCP-7281: You're wearing the ring I gave you. Dr. Sterk: [Chuckles] So I am. It's really special. SCP-7281 and Dr. Sterk turn to face each other and lean in close. SCP-7281: It's funny…the lights in here make your skin sparkle… SCP-7281 and Dr. Sterk both hesitate and suddenly embrace and kiss each other. In the process, Dr. Sterk removes his HPD and tosses it aside. Dr. Sterk: People have said this face of yours, your real, shiny, gooey one is ugly. But honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone more beautiful. I don’t ever want to look away from you! A security alarm blares from the speakers. The duo turn around the room in shock. Immediately security personnel enter the beach area, guns pointed at the duo. Dr. Plark (Over Speaker): David, please step back from SCP-7281. You have been compromised. Please comply with us, David, please. Dr. Sterk turns back to SCP-7281. She gestures quickly to the water. Dr. Sterk nods and takes a deep breath. SCP-7281 grabs Dr. Sterk and violently leaps back into the water. The security team fire their guns. Dr. Plark (Over Speaker): Ceasefire, I repeat! Ceasefire! The bullets cease. The security team survey the water. Security Officer Liam Holding: We’ve lost visual contact. Dr. Plark (Over Speaker): They’re no longer in containment. Neither of them is on any of our displays. God damn it, they’re gone. Report back. I want a full sweep of the area. All the water reserves, everything! END LOG: A finger was located within Pool 3 which after DNA testing was confirmed to belong to Dr. David Sterk (Presumed Deceased.) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-7281 Containment Breach and Dr. David Sterk. To: SCP-7281 Containment Team From: Dr. Plark Subject: SCP-7281 Containment Breach and Dr. David Sterk. Happy Friday everyone. I’m bringing sad news to you all that SCP-7281’s on-site containment team will be reduced to a minimal skeleton crew. Don’t worry, you’ll all be kept on site. You're not getting rid of me that easily, and I see you all work well together and look out for each other. I wish I could say the same for myself. I failed to act upon various concerns about David’s well-being and his disappearance and presumed death are on me. Also, a reminder: there is a wake in his honour at 14:00 today in the mess hall. I look forward to seeing you there. If you need to speak with someone, we have extra services at the ready. Speaking on SCP-7281, I’ve heard rumours from some of you that it and David escaped and now are living some sort of romantic foray. Yes, the last recorded conversation between David and SCP-7281 implied that the object can ‘swim between oceans’ (I assume this implies some water-based teleportation ability) However, I doubt a creature who routinely hunts via seduction would suddenly spur some genuine romantic romance with an ocean enthused Doctor. It’s too picturesque and I ask we stop giving people suffering false hope. The world is not some fairytale. God I’ve worked here long enough to know that. In my opinion, this entire thing was some long and cruel game from SCP-7281. If you doubt me, think about this; if SCP-7281 did ‘swim across oceans’ with David in some romantic escape, then why leave his finger? There is no reason to leave us presuming he is dead if SCP-7281 and David have gone to places unknown, surely? That’ll be the end of it for now. We’ll keep you all posted if and when we learn more. I promise you. SCP-7281 is currently undergoing reclassification to ‘Uncontained.’ A possible reclassification to ‘Keter’ class is also in discussion. Footnotes 1. An aquatic-based containment site headed by Dr. Maria Plark, specializing in recreating aquatic environments to study aquatic life and anomalies within a 'naturalistic environment.' 2. Deceased D-Class are considered an appropriate substitute when fishing reserves are low 3. SCP-7281 enjoys creating jewellery for itself and personnel 4. Simply put, SCP-7281 resembles the mythical mermaid. 5. Personal storage units are adequate security |
SCP-7282 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7282 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Individuals who have received SCP-7282 treatment are to be contained in standard humanoid containment chambers at Site-128 with permission to freely roam low-risk sectors of the site. These individuals are to submit a daily form detailing any SCP-7282-A events. Should an SCP-7282-A event divulge any information regarding anomalies, groups of interest, or the Foundation, the individual is to be administered Class B Amnestics. Per Dr. Gunn's testing protocols, patients are permitted to leave Site-128 with an approved escort to go shopping given that items in SCP-7282-A events are submitted for approval. Description: SCP-7282 is an anomalous form of corrective eye surgery. Patients affected by SCP-7282 will experience visual stimuli displaying advertisements for fifteen to thirty seconds every thirty minutes. This occurrence has been classified as an SCP-7282-A event. SCP-7282-A events have been known to feature both anomalous and non-anomalous products. Based on interviews with affected individuals, it is believed that SCP-7282-A events exude a memetic effect which causes those viewing them not to question the normalcy of the advertisement's delivery method. Some patients have been observed falsifying information to maintain the normalcy of the advertisements. Discovery: SCP-7282 was identified when Foundation staff member Maria Gunn received corrective eye surgery from Fulton Vision. When she commented about her advertisements bothering her, Dr. Gunn questioned her about said advertisements, confirming the existence of SCP-7282. Interviews with other patients of Fulton Vision follow similar patterns, with patients being able to recognize that they are receiving advertisements, but showing little interest in how. No patients interviewed so far have shown signs that they believe the ads to be unusual. Dr. Gunn's request that the patients be allowed to remain in their homes while placed under surveillance was denied by Director Markham. All patients were taken into Foundation custody under the guise of a government-mandated clinical investigation. After all patients who had received SCP-7282 were identified and contained, a Foundation raid was staged against Fulton Vision; however, upon the team's arrival, they found no employees in the office. The raid team successfully recovered several documents left behind in the office, the full list of which is available upon request. The following is an excerpt from one such document. Hello valued sponsor! Thank you for choosing to do business with Fulton Advertisement Associates! We are looking forward to fulfilling your advertisement needs. For our next step in the process, we will need your advertisement in the form of a standard video file. Be advised that our revolutionary new method of advertisement is currently in a visual only stage, so please ensure that your video takes this into account. We are currently researching new delivery methods which will incorporate sound, touch, and taste into the advertisement experience. You will be notified once our program is out of its development phase. With enough supporters like you, we anticipate deploying to the public very soon! Thank you for your business, Fulton Advertisement Associates Fulton Advertisement Associates has been designated GOI-7282, and Foundation web crawlers have been set to search for any further signs of their activity online. Due to the possibility that GOI-7282 could employ SCP-7282 again in the future, SCP-7282 was assigned the Uncontained object class. Addendum 7282.01: Investigation of SCP-7282-A Events The following is a compilation of examples of significant SCP-7282-A events and tests performed by Dr. Gunn into the method by which SCP-7282 induces SCP-7282-A events. All interviews with patients reviewing SCP-7282-A events were conducted by Dr. Gunn. The full list of SCP-7282-A events and tests is available upon request. Note from Dr. Gunn: I understand that under normal circumstances, it is not the Foundation's prerogative to neutralize anomalies, just to contain them. However, I cannot allow my wife to rot away in containment for the rest of her life, let alone the twenty-four other patients who got that treatment. I know the description says that the patients are under a memetic effect, but that wouldn't explain how they got the treatment in the first place. I went back and looked at Fulton's site, and I still found the idea just as strange when I saw it on their website. Sample 7282.01: Date of Event: 2/3/2022 Subject: Michael Ponds SCP-7282-A Event Summary: Advertisement featured Gallsnark brand Valentine's Day cards. Subject was shopping at the time, and proceeded to buy a card. [BEGIN LOG] Ponds: Hiya, doc, you wanted to see me? Dr. Gunn: Yes, Michael, it's about one of the reports you made this week, the one about Valentine's Day cards. Do you remember? Ponds: Oh, yeah! That one was a lifesaver, my girlfriend loved the card! It was one of the best Valentine's Days I've had in years! Dr. Gunn: Good, I'm glad. I always have a hard time picking out cards for Valentine's day. My wife doesn't like those generic cards, so I have to go out of my way to find something more personal. Speaking of, it says here that the ad mentioned your girlfriend by name, the exact phrase here is "get a card Erica will love!" Ponds: Yes, that's right, what about it? Dr. Gunn: It just seems a bit strange to me how the advertisement could know her name. Ponds: I hadn't thought about it much, really. I figure it must have searched my Facebook or something and found her name to personalize the ad. Why? Dr. Gunn: It just seems to me like an invasion of privacy is all. It really doesn't bother you? Ponds: No, why should it? I almost take it for granted that I'm pretty much under constant surveillance. Why would it be surprising? Dr. Gunn: I see. That about does it, then. Thank you for your time, Michael. Have a nice day. Ponds: You're welcome, doc, see ya later! [END LOG] Additional Notes: This is the first recorded instance of an SCP-7282-A event employing personal information about the subject in its advertisement. Note from Dr. Gunn: I'm beginning to think these patients really are just gullible. Michael thinks they found his girlfriend from Facebook. I checked, and he doesn't even have Facebook! I can't prove anything, but Fulton's has to be watching him. Tomorrow, I'm going to begin testing to see if I can put a stop to this. I really hope this works. Test 7282.01: Date: 2/4/2022 Subject: Michael Ponds Procedure: Subject is to be placed in a Faraday cage. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Gunn enters the observation chamber. Subject is seated within a Faraday cage set up in the testing chamber. Dr. Gunn speaks to the subject over the intercom. Dr. Gunn: Hello, Michael. Are you comfortable in there? Ponds: As comfortable as I can be sitting in a batting cage. What's this thing for anyway? Dr. Gunn: It stops outside electromagnetic waves from reaching you. We want to see if it will stop the advertisements. Ponds: It's not dangerous, right? Dr. Gunn: Don't worry, Michael. I wouldn't let them put you in there if you weren't going to be safe. Ponds: Ok, if you say so. Just warn me before you turn this thing on, okay? Dr. Gunn: That's… not how a Faraday cage works, Michael. It's basically just a shield. Ponds: Oh… okay then. So… now what? Dr. Gunn: Well, now we wait. Based on our observations, the ads happen around every thirty minutes, so you've got… actually, it should be happening now. Are you getting anything? Ponds: Nope, all I see is the cage and the empty room. Looks like— no, wait. There it is. It's an ad for Fulton Vision Premium. Dr. Gunn: Do you notice anything off about it? Any drop in quality, like blurriness? Ponds: No, it's as clear as ever. Dr. Gunn: That's… disappointing. [END LOG] Results: SCP-7282-A events continued as normal for the subject with no change in visual quality. Note from Dr. Gunn: Well that's just great. It couldn't just be radio signals. It had to be anomalous mumbo jumbo. Well, if I can't stop the signal, maybe I can stop the receiver… Test 7282.02: Date: 2/6/2022 Subject: Michael Ponds Procedure: Subject is to be administered a serum which will temporarily induce blindness. [BEGIN LOG] Subject is lying on an operation table in the center of the testing room with a medical technician on standby. Doctor Gunn enters the room. Dr. Gunn: Hello again, Michael. How are you feeling? Ponds: I'm doing okay, though I can hardly see anything after those numbing drops. Dr. Gunn: That's to be expected. We need to make sure your eyes are numb enough not to feel the injection so you don't flinch. Ponds: Yeah, about that, are you sure this is absolutely necessary? You know, I kinda prefer my eyes to be completely needle-free. Dr. Gunn: Yes, we need to temporarily blind you to see if that stops the ads. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Ponds: It's just— it's a needle. In my eyes. Dr. Gunn: I understand that the procedure isn't the most comfortable, but I'll be right here with you the whole time. If something goes wrong, we can call it off. Ponds: Okay. I think I'm ready then. Wouldn't want the numbing drops to wear off. The medical technician proceeds to administer the serum to the subject's eyes via injection. Serum takes effect after thirty seconds. Dr. Gunn: Now, if we've timed this right, you should be getting an ad in the next minute or two. I'll be waiting right here, so as soon as you see anything happening, let me know. Ponds: How will I know the ads are happening if I can't see anything? Dr. Gunn: Well, if you don't see anything for the next thirty minutes, then it means the treatment worked. If you do see an ad, it means we'll have to try something else. Ponds: It seems a little counter-productive to get rid of the ads if it also means I'm going to be blind, doesn't it? Dr. Gunn: Oh, no, Michael, nobody's going to be permanently blinded. I'm just trying to figure out how this thing works, is all. I can't fix the problem if I don't know the root of it. Ponds: Ok, I just… wait. I think it's happening. Dr. Gunn: You aren't sure? Ponds: It's hard to tell. It's kinda fuzzy. I think I can barely make out a logo… oh, it's just Fulton Vision Premium again. Dr. Gunn: Hm. Well, if it's reduced in quality, that's at least a step in the right direction. Okay, there should be about twenty minutes before the serum runs out, so I'll just wait with you here until it does. We made good progress today. We're getting closer to figuring this out. [END LOG] Results: Subject was successfully blinded, but reports still experiencing SCP-7282-A events with a reduction in quality. Note from Dr. Gunn: I am no closer to figuring this thing out than when I started. Oh, sure, the ads are blurrier now. Whoop-de freaking doo. I'm going to have to take a break from testing for now. I need to just sit back and learn more about what's actually happening here… which means I'll have to endure a few more of these interviews. Sample 7282.02: Date of Event: 11/28/2022 Subject: Sarah Butler SCP-7282-A Event Summary: Advertisement featured SCP-15501. Subject successfully purchased a box of SCP-1550 eggs from her local supermarket as a Christmas present for her son. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Gunn: Hello Mrs. Butler, please, sit. Butler: Thanks, doctor; my feet are killing me. Dr. Gunn: I just had a couple questions about your daily report, shouldn't take too long. Butler: All right, shoot. Dr. Gunn: You wrote that one of the advertisements you received today was for "Dr. Wondertainment's Custom-Pets," is that correct? Butler: Try the only advertisement I got today. It's been the same thing every time my vision broke for ads since I woke up. Always "Dr. Wondertainment's Custom-Pets" in that flashy red and yellow text. All day. Dr. Gunn: That sounds pretty annoying. Had you heard of the Wondertainment brand of toys before seeing the ad? Butler: No, but it just looked so perfect for my son! He loves animals, you know. Besides, it was the only ad I'd been getting all day. I felt like I had to, at that point. At least I know they stopped after I bought it, since my last ad was for Fulton Vision Premium. Dr. Gunn: So you actually found one of those kits, huh? Butler: Yes! I felt so lucky to get the last one! It's tucked away safely in my closet, waiting for Christmas to come. Dr. Gunn: So you haven't opened it yet, then? Butler: No, I wanted to keep them all saved for Christmas. Why, do you think I should have checked them to make sure they were still good? The ad said they'd keep until Christmas, but you can never know if they're telling the truth, I guess. Dr. Gunn: No, Mrs. Butler, I'm afraid there's been a recall of that particular product. There were batches contaminated with asbestos, I th- Butler: Asbestos?! How could this happen!? I thought it was banned years ago! Dr. Gunn: Don't worry, we've already removed the box from your chamber and given it a full decontamination. We've also given your son a check-up, and he seems fine. Butler: I just can't believe this could happen… I… I could have… Dr. Gunn: It's okay, it's over now, you and your son are safe. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. [END LOG] Additional Notes: The box of SCP-1550 eggs was successfully recovered from Butler's residence. Butler was administered Class B amnestics and, at Dr. Gunn's request, was supplied with a replacement gift. This is the first recorded instance where an SCP-7282-A event features an anomalous product. SCP-7282-A events must now be screened for anomalies in addition to physical hazards before patients are approved to shop for the product. This SCP-7282-A event also holds the record for the number of times the same ad has been shown back-to-back. Note from Dr. Gunn: This just got a whole lot more dangerous. It wasn't bad enough that my wife is in containment. Now… now we have to worry about anomalies. What if the patients get sent a memetic kill agent? If Fulton's is still operating, this could lead to a Lifted Veil scenario if we can't neutralize it. I need to figure this out. Sample 7282.03: Date of Event: 12/17/2022 Subject: Jeff Connor SCP-7282-A Event Summary: Advertisement featured a PantryHelp knife set. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Gunn: Hello, Jeff, are you feeling any better today? Connor: Yeah, I feel just terrific the day after I nearly cut my thumb off. What do you think? Dr. Gunn: Sorry to hear that. I'll put in a recommendation for the doctors to give you some more painkillers. Connor: Well, that's something, at least. Dr. Gunn: So, what exactly happened? Connor: Oh, right, I didn't submit my report because I was too busy bleeding out on the floor. Well, I was getting ready to cook some soup. Mind you, I've sworn off the canned stuff. I'll only eat it if it's made from scratch. So I was in the kitchen cutting carrots for the soup, when, right in the middle of chopping, an ad pops up. It caught me so off guard, that I couldn't stop the knife in time. Dr. Gunn: Yeowch. I'd heard it was pretty bad. Connor: You can say that again. I'm lucky I didn't lose my thumb. It was a good thing my wife was in the room to call the oblivious security officers outside our chamber for help. Dr. Gunn: Yeah, I'd hate to think… well, I have to ask it, but I bet I know the answer already. Did you experience any emotional distress as a result of the event? Connor: I feel like that would be an understatement at this point. The worst part is that the ad was for more knives! While I'm writhing in pain, I'm having this bulleted list about why PantryHelp knives are better than the ones I have now shoved in my face! To make it worse, the next ad was for Fulton Vision Premium! As if the ads weren't the reason I was hurt in the first place! Dr. Gunn: You know, I think you've given me an idea… Connor: What? What are you talking about? Dr. Gunn: Don't worry about it. For now, I'll let the others know about this. We're going to have to put some new rules in place to keep you all safe. [END LOG] Additional Notes: This is the first recorded instance where an SCP-7282-A event resulted in harm coming to the viewer. Following this incident, Dr. Gunn distributed safety pamphlets to all SCP-7282 patients outlining activities they should avoid and suggesting less hazardous alternatives. Note from Dr. Gunn: Jeff's incident made me realize something I had overlooked. I blinded Michael before, and it didn't work. That was only chemically induced, though. What if I replaced their eyes entirely? Would the ads still work if they had robotic eyes instead of the ones the surgery was performed on? I'll start with just one first. These new prosthetics are still in the prototyping phase, after all. Test 7282.03: Date: 12/27/2022 Subject: Jeff Connor Procedure: Subject's eyes are to be replaced with robotic prosthetics [BEGIN LOG] Subject is lying on operation table in the center of the testing room with a medical technician on standby. Doctor Gunn enters the room. Dr. Gunn: Good morning, Jeff. How are you doing today? Connor: I'd be better if I wasn't strapped to an operating table. Dr. Gunn: I don't really know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to rip off the band-aid. We're going to be giving you prosthetic eyes so we— Connor: Wait, that was serious? I thought the guy who briefed me was pulling my leg! You're going to replace my eyes?! Dr. Gunn: It's okay; it's okay. You'll still be able to see. We have very advanced medical technology here. Connor: No, that's not possible. I don't believe you! Dr. Gunn: Jeff, you know me. I'm not going to let them hurt you. Connor: Get him away from me! The medical technician activates the IV line, administering anesthetics to the subject. Connor: What is this? You can't do this! I know my rights! Dr. Gunn: What did you do that for?! Technician: I have a schedule to keep. Now, please make your way to the observation room so we can begin the surgery. Subject continues mumbling incoherently until passing out. Dr. Gunn stands motionless for five seconds before leaving the testing chamber. Patients' eyes were successfully replaced. Connor: Dr. Gunn? Dr. Gunn, what did you do? I can't see! Dr. Gunn responds over the intercom. Dr. Gunn: It's ok, Jeff. It's only temporary. The prosthetics still need to boot up and calibrate. It should just take a half-hour or so. Connor: Why would you let them do this to me? Now I'll never— wait. Wait, I think I see something! Dr. Gunn: What is it? Connor: It's… it's hard to tell. I think… yeah. Dr. Gunn: What is it, Jeff? Connor: It's an ad. Another God-forsaken ad. Oh, that's rich, it's for the premium plan, too. It's like the stupid thing is taunting me. Dr. Gunn: Seriously? I was sure it would work this time. Sure, prosthetic eyes for everyone would be expensive, but- wait, what did you say? [END LOG] Results: Subject's eyes were successfully replaced with robotic prosthetics. Subject reports still experiencing SCP-7282-A events. Following Test 7282.03, Dr. Gunn submitted a formal request to allocate a portion of Site-128's budget towards paying for the Fulton Vision Premium Plan as part of SCP-7282's containment procedure. After determining that the cost of the premium plan was less than the cost of containing the twenty-five SCP-7282 affected individuals on-site, the proposal was approved by Director Markham. All SCP-7282 patients have been administered class C amnestics and returned to their homes. Reclassification of SCP-7282 to neutralized is pending confirmation that SCP-7282 has not been performed on any new individuals since the raid on Fulton Vision. NOTICE: The following addendum is Level 4/7282 classified. The addendum below contains Dr. Gunn's private logs concerning SCP-7282. Attempting to access this log without permission from Dr. Gunn or Director Markham will result in disciplinary action. 7282 ID fa5a08e7eacdeb57b00b28edf73ad042_1734915879 PASSWORD d29b72028cbee69678bd97efb43c8721_1734915879 Login Logout Addendum 7282.04: Initial Interview Log Date: 1/5/2022 Interviewed: Mrs. Maria Gunn Interviewer: Dr. Rockwell Gunn (Head of Memetics and Cognitohazards Department, Site-128) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Gunn: Hello, dear. I hope you don't mind us talking about this in an interview room, I wanted to make sure I recorded this. Mrs. Gunn: If you say so, dear. I can't imagine my eye surgery being terribly relevant to your work though. Dr. Gunn: Let's hope it isn't. First, I know you already told me a bit about this, but I want it on the recording. You said you were getting… advertisements? Mrs. Gunn: Yes. After getting eye surgery at Fulton Vision, like we agreed on, I started getting advertisements. I'm sure I'll get more used to them over time. They're just annoying now because I have to stop what I'm doing whenever one comes up. Dr. Gunn: But weren't you surprised when the ads started? Mrs. Gunn: Not really. It said on their website that the surgery was free with ads, and- Dr. Gunn: Hold on. It said this on their website? Why didn't you say anything? I told you I'd pay for whatever surgery you needed. Mrs. Gunn: I know, dear, but this was different. It wasn't a one time cost for surgery, it was a subscription to a premium plan! I thought the free plan would be better. Dr. Gunn sighs Dr. Gunn: It's okay, dear. Don't worry, I'm going to figure this out. [END LOG] Note from Director Markham: I think you may have accidentally put your private notes in the main SCP-7282 document. I've taken the liberty of redacting the more sensitive portions, but I've left them in case you intentionally included them to show your thought process while experimenting with SCP-7282. I'm going to consider us even now after all these favors I've had to do for you regarding this. Footnotes 1. Eggs which grow into a creature perfectly adapted to its environment |
SCP-7284 | safe | Hot shell station in your area, ready to sell goods and/or… services Item #: 7284 Special Containment Procedures: Two members of MTF Psi-17 ("Long Haulers") are to be stationed inside of SCP-7284-1 to ensure any affected individuals are amnesticized and able to exit the anomaly. Description: SCP-7284 is the designation given to a Shell gas station on United States Route-66. When driving near SCP-7284, witnesses report an unidentifiable voice on their car radio, urging them to drive into the parking lot of SCP-7284. Upon hearing the voice, there are two possible outcomes: If the affected individual drives into the parking lot of SCP-7284 and purchases gas or other products from the anomaly, the anomalous effects will cease. If the affected individual chooses to drive past SCP-7284, they will be transported to SCP-7284-1. SCP-7284-1 is a direct copy of the 3-mile area surrounding SCP-7284 in an unknown location. The only known structure present in SCP-7284-1 is SCP-7284. Upon reaching the end of SCP-7284-1, the affected individual will be teleported back to the beginning. However, if the affected individual chooses to buy a product from SCP-7284 while within SCP-7284-1, they will be transported to the non-anomalous Route-66. Discovery: SCP-7284 was discovered during a routine anomaly transport conducted by Agents Frank Armstrong and Luka O'Neil. As the transport was recorded using a camera on their dashboard, their encounter with the anomaly was recorded. <Begin Log> O'Neil: Are we there yet? Armstrong: Dude, you sound like a toddler. O'Neil: Not my fault you're going 50 in a 70. Aren't we carrying something that could fundamentally change the way the public understands the universe and their place in it? Armstrong: And that's exactly why I can't afford to crash this car. O'Neil: (chuckles) You mean the Foundation can't afford you crashing this car. I mean, are you even trying to drive? I feel like I'm in the car with my grandma. Silence. O'Neil: Oh, fuck off. You're going slower now, aren't you. Armstrong: Shouldn't have complained. My driving is like cooking rice. The more you look at it, the slower it goes. Static can be heard over the radio as the agents near SCP-7284. Armstrong tries to turn off the radio, but is unable to do so. Armstrong: Come on, turn off. O'Neil: Can we file a complaint for them making us drive this piece of shit? Armstrong: Trust me, the complaints never go anywhe- The static stops, and a voice can be heard on the radio. SCP-7284: Hot shell station in your area, ready to sell goods and/or… services. O'Neil: Did somebody hack the radio? Armstrong: I hope so, or that's the worst advertisement I've ever heard. O'Neil: Or the best? Armstrong: Just turn it off. The agents drive past SCP-7284. Approximately nine minutes later, they enter SCP-7284-1. Armstrong: Does this look familiar to you? O'Neil: Yeah, that cactus over there, and that one over there, and that slightly elevated pile of dirt. Oh wait, that's what everything looks like. Armstrong: I'm being serious, we should've seen our exit by now. SCP-7284: Is that how it is? You're just gonna ignore me? Toss me away like all those other stations? O'Neil: I thought you turned the radio off. Armstrong: I did, but it's back on someh- SCP-7284: Oh, so now you just want to turn me off? Well, y'know what, I was never turned on. I've been faking all those pumps. The agents drive past SCP-7284 again. Armstrong: Something weird is going on. Is the anomaly secured? O'Neil reached into the backseat and touches a large bag. O'Neil: Yeah, it's still in the bag. Armstrong: I've got a bad feeling about this. Call the director. O'Neil attempts to call the director, but is unsuccessful. O'Neil: No service. Then again, that seems perfectly normal while we're in the middle of BFE.1 SCP-7284: You can't just ignore me. You know, I looked through your phone. What's this shit about finding a Buc-ees2 near you? What does she have that I don't? The agents pass SCP-7284 again. O'Neil: That fucking gas station. How much you wanna bet it's an anomaly? Armstrong: I don't think I'd win that bet. We just need to keep going. Eventually they'll figure out that the transport wasn't completed on time and they'll search for us. O'Neil: What if this is a temporal anomaly? We could be stuck in here forever. Armstrong: I prefer to look at it with a glass-half-full attitude. SCP-7284: You used to buy snacks from me all the time, Armstrong. What happened to that? What happened to our relationship? Was I not good enough for you? O'Neil looks at Armstrong. O'Neil: That sounds like a you problem. Should've bought more snacks, man. Armstrong: I swear I didn't cause this. SCP-7284: So our relationship didn't happen? Is that how forgettable I was to you? Armstrong: I- You know what? I'm not taking shit from a gas station. The agents pass SCP-7284 again. Sobbing can be heard on the radio. SCP-7284: Is this what you do to all the other stations? You drive in, get a few gallons, maybe buy a soda, and then leave? Armstrong: You have to understand. You provide things that I need when I do these transports. It's a purely platonic relationship. SCP-7284: Is that all I am to you? A place to dump your money? Armstrong: Okay, that's not what I mean and you know it. The agents pass SCP-7284 again. O'Neil: When you woke up this morning, did you think you'd be needing marriage counseling for your relationship with a gas station? Armstrong: Can you shut the fuck up? SCP-7284: What did you just say to me? Armstrong: Hold on, that was meant for- SCP-7284: No, I understand now. You come in for a quick fill and then you leave. Well, I filled your brother too. Armstrong: I- SCP-7284: That's right. He came through here needing gas a few months ago, and I filled him all the way up. Armstrong: I don't really ca- SCP-7284: And you know what? He's a better fill than you. Way better. He does all the things in the parking lot that you can't. Armstrong: That doesn't matter. Hundreds of people get gas here every day. SCP-7284: Hundreds? Are you calling me a slut now? Armstrong is silent as the agents pass SCP-7284 again. O'Neil: You really need to stop talking. You're just making all of this worse. Armstrong: Are you siding with the sentient gas station? O'Neil: We're gonna be stuck in here regardless of if I provide emotional support, might as well have fun until we're rescued. Silence. O'Neil: Hey, do we have any drinks? Snacks? Armstrong: This isn't a road-trip. If you want to have Cheeto dust covering your fingers when we're ambushed, go ahead, but you're paying for it. The agents pass SCP-7284 again. O'Neil glances to his right and looks at SCP-7284. O'Neil: No way. I'm not going in there alone. SCP-7284: Why don't you come in and talk to my face. When you break my heart, you can at least look me in the eyes. O'Neil: Can you just get this over with and deal with her? She obviously wants you. Armstrong: Fine. The agents take a right turn into the parking lot of SCP-7284. Armstrong: I'm going to regret this. Armstrong grabs the camera and walks into the gas station. O'Neil waits outside. Armstrong: Hello? Anybody here? Loud static can be heard on the intercom before SCP-7284 begins speaking. SCP-7284: Here you are, crawling back to me. What, do you need to piss? Are you thirsty? Armstrong: No, I just want to stop this. SCP-7284: So you're willing to use other bathrooms but mine is too "dirty" for you? Wasn't too dirty when the gas was cheap. Armstrong: Can you just let us go? I'm done dealing with this. I just want to finish this transport and go home. SCP-7284: Why? Am I not enough for you? Armstrong: (mumbles) Not when you're acting like a bitch. SCP-7284: What the fuck did you just say to me? I'm a bitch? I'm a bitch?! Oh, really? I'm not the one who sleeps around with other stations and- The voice fades away as Armstrong leaves the store and walks out to the car. O'Neil: Did it go well? Is she letting us go? Armstrong: Probably not. O'Neil: Well, worth a shot. Can you hand me your card? Gotta get some gas if we plan on using the car to drive out of here. Armstrong pulls his wallet out of his pocket and hands O'Neil his debit card. O'Neil begins paying for the gas. Silence. The sounds of vehicles can be heard. Armstrong: Wha- Armstrong bumps into a young woman. Woman: Oh, sorry. Armstrong stares at the woman. Woman: Are you okay? Armstrong: How are- Armstrong pauses and looks around for a second, noticing three vehicles in the parking lot. Armstrong: Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about something. Armstrong walks over to O'Neil. Armstrong: Don't react, but we're back on the normal highway. O'Neil: Huh? Oh, should I call the director? Armstrong nods. Armstrong: Also, grab the amnestics. I don't think we were here when that woman looked over. <End Log> Following this event, Armstrong and O'Neil completed the anomaly transport and reported SCP-7284. Footnotes 1. Acronym for the slang phrase "bum-fuck egypt" referring to a remote location. 2. Buc-ees is a gas station popular within the United States. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7284" by AwhRyan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7284. 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-7285 | safe | Department of Abnormalities Item#: 7285 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7285 building from the outside, taken prior to the start of 1st period. Special Containment Procedures: The student population of West Hills High is to be continually monitored for irregular behavior patterns and interactions with other students which are not localized to the school premises. All individuals currently teaching at West Hills High are barred from interacting with any of the student body outside of the school, or after school hours. Any devices capable of recording distributable media are to be confiscated from students under the guise of measures against student dishonesty. Any online media originating from within the school is to be taken down, with higher priority given to content depicting students engaging in conversation with each other. Description: SCP-7285 is the designation given to the Forced personality distortion field located within West Hills High (and expanding to any property used for the curriculum), primarily affecting the student body, hereby referred to as SCP-7285-2. This effect is entirely isolated to school facilities and has not been observed to persist after SCP-7285-2 leaves the premises. The anomaly alters an individual's personality by targeting memories of important life events and previous sessions of school. SCP-7285 is not wide scale, however, and usually targets a single memory and causes the SCP-7285-2 instance to recall it often over the duration they remain on school grounds. Altered life events typically become much more simplistic in nature, and a life lesson is made obvious in each one. SCP-7285-2 instances do not question the simplicity and when prompted will discuss the profound impact that it had on them (typically as a younger child). Personality traits that are changed in any way by the alteration of memories are extremely over exaggerated, and cause the instance to exhibit a smaller range of emotions and differing/no reactions to certain stimuli. Altered personalities stay consistent upon re-entering the campus, however, memories are not sustained. Attempting to recall events of the previous school day when not on campus yields in mundane results. Altered personalities tend to follow a template, with students sharing a multitude of similarities and edited memories. Students sharing a template are known to form friend groups and stay close during the school day. Notably, minor anomalous abilities and physical alterations are granted on campus, but fail to manifest when not on school grounds. Students are not able to sustain bodily harm of any form on the premise. Addendum: Interview logs Interviews with SCP-7285-2 instances Interviewed: Jimmy Stenback, 9th grade student at West Hills High Interviewer: Junior Researcher Zavala Foreword: Interview taken under the guise of a school newspaper report. Subject showed momentary distress when separated from friend group during the lunch period. <Begin Log, 12:45> Zavala: Alright, James, I have a few questions for you be- Jimmy: Jimmy. My name is Jimmy. Zavala: Ope, seems like a misread the document a little. Sorry, Jimmy. Jimmy: State questions then allow me to return to my fellows, Sir. Zavala: First question; what's your favorite subject, Jimmy? Jimmy: Easily math. My intelligence is barely tested, but it is still the most complex and enjoyable to me. However, I enjoy all subjects aside from physical education. Zavala: Chuckles I remember when I was your age, I felt the same ab- Jimmy: Continue with questioning. Zavala: muttering good grief, your a stubborn one, aren't you… Zavala: Well O.K. then, Mr. business. How do you feel about the current homework policy for your grade level? Jimmy: It bores me, Doctor Zavala. I have made multiple requests to the school board to have the difficulty increased for those serious about their education like me, yet I have yielded no results. Zavala is visually shocked at the mention of his name, Stenback maintains a emotionless and monotone disposition. Zavala: We- Well then… I suppose this is your, uh, lucky day! This newspaper is going to be printed publicly, so the school board might take notice… Jimmy: That is satisfactory. Is this interview concluded? I should be returning to my study group now. Zavala: Er, well, yes. You can go now. Thank you for your time. Stenback returns to the cafeteria and resumes dining with a table group <End Log, 12:53> Closing Statement: All potential methods from which it could ascertain my real name, much less my cover one have been ruled out, leading me to the conclusion that this instance has some form of anomalous knowledge. Maybe even mind reading, but its impossible to know for sure. When questioned further he just complemented his own intelligence as if the operative wasn't even there. Interviewed: Weston Greeves Interviewer: Junior Researcher Zavala Foreword: Subject called to the school administrative office with no further context given. After a period of time had passed and the -2 instance had not yet arrived, operatives were sent to forcefully retrieve the instance from its classroom. <Begin Log, 2:12> SCP-7285-2 instance is dragged into the room and placed onto a chair across from Junior Researcher Zavala, the two are then left together Zavala: Er, hello? Are you papers shuffling Weston Greeves? SCP-7285-2 instance did not respond and appeared to be unconscious. It had not made any form of movement that was noticeable. Light snoring can be heard over the ambiance of the room. Zavala: Christ… Zavala moves to check for a pulse on the subject before recoiling, audibly surprised by the result. Zavala pulls out his radio Zavala: Can I can medical staff from the SCP-7285 site outpost? I have an instance here that, well, has no discernible pulse. Zavala: Location? Uh, let me see. We are in the principal office currently. Thank you. A significant amount of time passes while Zavala and the instance sit in near silence, only interrupted by the snoring noise Zavala signals to end the recording as medical staff enter the room <End Log, 2:32> Closing Statement: Medical team found the instance to be in a vegetative state, however, high levels of brain activity were noted. The medical team believes this to mean that the SCP-7285-2 instance was not completely unconscious. When taken off site, vegetative state ceased and the instance displayed brief confusion before returning to the school campus. Interviewed: Claire Jones Interviewer: Junior Researcher Zavala Foreword: Subject called to the school health office for a routine eye exam. Instance was then isolated and interviewed. <Begin Log, 8:34> Instance comes into view of the camera. Subject's body is altered to a large extent, possessing the mass of 3 baseline humans. Several appendages are located in the relative area of their normal location, and the instance has 3 functioning heads equipped with the proper amount of sensory organs. All three are capable of speech. Zavala can be seen attempting to suppress fear as the instance struggles to fit through the doorway. Subject is eventually successful, however, some of the wall is torn away with it. Instance falls down and sits upright across from Zavala. Heads begin speaking incoherently and simultaneously between each other, only small fragments of speech can be made out. A discussion regarding the "Cute boys in our grade" is taking place. Zavala clears his throat, and all three heads immediately stop speaking and face toward Zavala with a disapproving expression. Claire: What is this? I thought we were getting an eye exam. Are you the doctor? I'm fine as long as it wastes class time. Like did you see Weston yesterday? He is sooooo cute when he sleeps in class! Zavala pauses for a moment before addressing the instance. Zavala: Well, Claire, you have been… selected… to participate in a survey. I just have a few questions before you go to the eye doctor. All of the instance's heads assume a neutral expression, and Zavala becomes more noticeably uncomfortable. Claire: Fine then. This better be important. Take your time, I'm in no rush. Try to make it interesting. Go on. Heads speak quickly and in succession, leaving Zavala no time to respond. When it has been made clear that no further comments are being made by the instance, he proceeds with the listed questions. Zavala: Could you please, uh, describe your relationships with other students in your class? The heads, which had begun to slope down in an apparent resting state, suddenly bolted upright and began to blush. Claire: Sure! This is a little embarrassing… I do not have good relations with all my classmates. I have many friends. A lot of people hang out with me. Friends make me feel good. Zavala: Would you mind going into detail as to specific relationships? Claire: I talk a lot with Johnny. And Samantha. And Randy. And Beau. I talk a lot with everyone. Everyone likes me. Weston doesn't like me. Why doesn't Weston talk to me? Heads overlap each other, speaking as one finishes a sentence, but continuing before the last has finished speaking, producing an echoing effect. Upon the mention of Weston, voices unified and became more impatient in tone. Claire: Is this over yet? I should go. I need to go talk. I need Weston. I need to talk to friends. I need to go. I need to go. I nee- At this point, the instance has begun making vague gestures with its hands, causing Zavala to flinch. He has also started sweating and wets his lips before carrying on. Zavala: OK, OK just a few more questions then you can go. Even skip the examination if you want. Just hang in there a little longer for me, alright? Instance relaxes a little and ceased flailing. It reasserts its gaze upon Zavala, startling him. He momentarily positions his arm above the silent alarm located on his desk. Zavala: Ok, alright. You know what? Just one more question. Zavala: Are you… Are you in pain? Claire: What? Why would I? Are you a doctor? Stay away from me creep. Am I bleeding? Zavala's facial expression slightly relaxes, the instance remains inert. Zavala: Alright. Go ahead back to class now, thank you for your participation. Instance exits the room, and various fragments of speech can still be heard coming from its heads. Instance erupts into an argument with itself in the hallway outside of the interview room. Zavala sighs and begins to walk back to the temporary research site erected around SCP-7285, before turning back around and switching off the recording. <End Log, 9:02> Closing Statement: Due to his disregard for proper protocol, and differing from interview script, Zavala was called in for an interrogation and potential reassignment. Log is listed below. INTERROGATION LOG DATE: 11/02/22 NOTE: Recording of Junior Researcher Zavala's interrogation following insubordination and potentially risking an information breach when interacting with SCP-7285-2, commenced by Director of Security at the SCP-7285 temporary research installation. [BEGIN LOG] 10:42: Zavala is seen sitting in a chair across from David Cameron, avoiding direct eye contact with the latter. David Cameron maintains a stern expression and does not avert his gaze from Zavala. 10:43 David Cameron: Alright, Zavala. I'm sure you know why I called you here. 10:43: Nervous laughter 10:44 Zavala: Well, the handcuffs gave it away, sir. 10:44 David Cameron: This isn't a joking matter Zavala. The negligence you displayed caused a good amount of damage to our operation here, and could have easily done more. Do you know what the men doing in classroom research that your interview provided time for had to deal with? 10:44 Zavala: I do regret it sir, and I was not aware that other research operations were depending on my interview. 10:45 David Cameron: You miss the point. Even if you were not aware, you should not have differed from protocol under any circumstances. For christ sake, this interview was even your idea. If you don't have the guts to carry it out, you're not fit to work here, much less on this project. 10:45: Zavala sits thoughtfully for several seconds before responding. 10:46 Zavala: I have not been working here for a very long time, but with all due respect, the thing that was in the interview room with me will be the one to haunt my sleep. 10:46 Zavala: You already know that I am a father, so you are probably right, I am not fit for this project. Seeing a god damn child twisted into that… that monstrosity… 10:47 David Cameron: I understand your… complications. However, many of our staff are parents and they do not complain as you do. You are going to have to shake off your sense of morality to continue your career at the foundation. 10:47 Zavala: I'm… I'm sorry sir. I don't think I am fit for further work on this project. Not in my current mental state. It's just that- Well, I saw my little girl in that things eyes, and I.. I can't go back in there. 10:48 David Cameron: So you will accept re-assignment to another anomaly? 10:48 Zavala: Yes, sir. 10:48 David Cameron: Then we are done here. [END LOG] SCP-7285-2 observed interpersonal reactions SCP-7285-2 observed interpersonal reactions Foreword This is Research Derek Adams and I will be transcribing my observations of SCP-7285-2 students during school hours, without their knowledge for a more pure natural environment. Kind of like National Geographic. Without further ado, below is an up to date list of all interactions I felt noteworthy. 1-03-23 Science class (No particular specification on which type of science) Taught by a "Mr. Brown" (Not his actual name, assumed to be affected by SCP-7285) Interacting instances were a involved the whole class, but mainly a male instance with no significant physical alterations, and another male student with it's black hoodie appearing to be fused with the flesh on his it's head. Male student begins walking back to his desk after being called to the front by the teacher to answer a question (Question consisted of a primary school level addition problem). While returning, it walks by the second instance's desk, and spits upon it. (It is noted that during this interaction, the rest of the class is entirely inert show no signs of movement). The hooded instance reaches into his it's black book bag, at an incredibly slow speed. During this time, the rest of the class which were previously inert immediately snapped their heads towards the hooded students instances bag. They all share the same facial expression of shock and fear. The hooded instance pulls its hand out of the bag along with a notebook, causing the classroom to simultaneously emit a sigh of relief. At this point, the male instance and the hooded instance cease activity, and the interaction is deemed to be over. Alright so what I gathered from this interaction is, well, confusing to say the least. The implications of the whole class responding simultaneously leave a couple possibilities. Either a sort of hive mind (interconnected consciousness), anomalous physical/mental manipulation causing the (quite literal) turn of heads, or the exaggerated personalities of each instance lined up perfectly with the situation. If we go with that last idea, then is it possible that classes have been arranged specifically based on SCP-7285-2 personalities? Even then, is this the work of one person, or just another effect of the SCP-7285 campus? Got to go now, janitor approaching closet, check in soon. 1-04-23 Gym Taught by Gus, no last name given. Interacting instances consisted of 2 males, both with abnormal height and limb length (particularly in the arms, estimated at around four 5 feet long.) A group of around 68 students are engaged in a game of dodge ball, the student population consists of exactly half male and female. Instances are split into 2 teams based on gender. The instances with the most severe alterations from SCP-7285 are the 2 males listed above. Specified instances are throwing the rubber dodge balls at the opposing team with a speed in which they cannot be observed in motion. On impact, balls thrown by the 2 instances deal immense damage and typically remove limbs when hit. Victims of these attacks Impacted instances do not display pain visually, instead emitting a slight groan (if the head is intact) and walking/crawling to the opposite side. Limbs do not reappear until instance is off campus, and the effects of SCP-7285 wear off. Upon eliminating the opposing team, the 2 male instances vocalize a growl akin to that of a gorilla, and run into each other multiple times before the game resets. This process repeats with little variation each time the game is played, and only ends when the class period is over. Female instances, regardless of injuries damage, go through classes as usual. No other instances take notice. Well, that all but confirms it. These classes are intentionally being put together based on personality/alterations. There is most certainly someone behind this. My first guess would be the Principal, but it is entirely possible that an anomalous PoI may be pulling the strings from somewhere offsite. We should rule out the most obvious first, so I am going to request a small task force to storm the principals office. We do not know how dangerous this individual might be, or if there's an individual at all, but it is our duty to find out. When I get the clearance, i'll be attaching the log to this document. SCP-7285 incursion log SCP-7285 incursion log | AUTOMATIC TRANSCRIPTION AGENT: ONLINE | RECORDING: INITIATED Adams: This is Researcher Derek Adams, currently positioned outside the entrance of SCP-7285. With me are agents Mar- I mean, Beta and Omega. Since traditional weaponry is incapable of stopping a -2 instance, I'm told they have some sort of shock wave gun? Beta: It's a high frequency emitter, supposedly, this thing will fry the brains of any anomaly that gets in our way. We probably won't use it though since these things haven't been outright hostile. Omega: Not yet. Remember Researcher Adams theory on this theoretical controller, if it suspects we are on to it, one might assume that he would be able to make these things target us. That's what the frequency emitter is for, just pray we don't have to use it on god damn children. Beta: Jeez. If they become hostile we should try to just run first. From the logs that I read these things tend to be impaired from activities they do in school, and even just as a result of some anomalous trait. We should get going now, though. The group proceeds into the school, with Researcher Adams in the lead. Agent Omega has his frequency emitter primed and at the ready, while Agent Beta holds it at his side. Once inside, Researcher Adams holds up an object resembling an electric lantern. Beta: Adams, what is that? Some sort of reality stabilizer? Adams: Correct my friend. This should make those sound guns obsolete, I believe you were worried about using it? Beta: Well, y- The school bell rings, and students begin to flood out into the hallways in unusually high numbers. Onboard transcription AI detects at least 700 instances in the current hallway alone. Instances begin to rush past the agents and Researcher Adams, colliding often. Adams fumbles to activate the reality anchor. Adams: THAT SHOULD DO IT! A loud hum is heard emanating from the device, and it begins to glow softly. Instances in the near vicinity of the group are briefly stabilized before succumbing to the effects of SCP-7285, displaying a brief bout of confusion. A large majority of "instances" cease to exist when exposed to the reality anchor. Beta: What the hell? Where did they go? Omega: Calm down, it was likely just some sort of projection caused by one of these kids anomalous traits. Worst case scenario, it was the principal trying to stop us. Either way, Adams reality anchor stopped it. The hallways begin to calm down as students return to their classes, the group presses onward. Further down the hallway, an instance is observed walking slowly and talking to itself. At this time, all 2nd period classes have begun. Omega: I would advise avoiding it, Adams. We don't know what tricks this place might pull on us. Adams: Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Nothing a reality anchor can't hand- Instance: WASSUP MY BRAH Beta: Er, excuse us? Instance: WHATS POPPIN MY G Instance redirects its attention to Research Adams Instance: HEYYYYY LOOK ITS HARRY POTTER OVER HERE, CAST A SPELL FOR ME HARRY. Adams staggers backwards in surprise. He is wearing circular glasses that were not present upon entering the building. Instance: WOAAAAH YOU GUYS SKIPPING CLASS OR SOMETHIN?? YOU SHOULD'NT DO THAT YOU KNOW, I'M GONNA HAVE TO REPORT YOU TO MR- Adams thrusts the reality anchor forwards, stunning the instance who is briefly reverted to a non anomalous form. The group begin to move at a quicker pace than before. Beta: Jesus, what was that about? Omega: We do not know, and it is irrelevant now. Keep your senses sharp. Adams pulls the glasses of his face Adams: That brought back… unpleasant memories. Kids used to ridicule me for wearing glasses like these. Omega: Kids can be insecure and take it out on others, they probably just found you to be the easiest target. It happened to me as well, but it ended when I beat the crap out of a popular kid. Good times, that was back when life was much simpler… Beta: They couldn't come up with a better insult than "Harry Potter"? Isn't he a hero? Adams: Regardless of their words, they intended it to hurt, so it did. I'd rather not discuss it further though, not on the job. The group begins to approach the administrative section, where the principals office is located, they reach the front desk, where a staff member resembling an older female is sitting. They pass it and continue on to the administrative hallway. Instance: Hey! I need to see your pass to let you continue. The hallway door locks in front of the group. Adams and agent beta reluctantly turn to face the instance. Agent omega is seen attempting to break the door down. Adams: We have an appointment with the Principal, do you think you could let us through? Instance: Did you get called down by the office? Adams: Uh, no. It is a very urgent matter though. The instance gains a slight smirk Instance: I'm afraid you will have to wait then, he is currently talking with another student. Adams face scrunches up Adams: Wait? i don't think you understand, this is a very urgent matter. I'm uh, actually with the school board, and I need to discuss an important topic with him. Instance: Listen, you are going to wait, or I will have to write you up for detention. I'm sure you wouldn't want that on your permanent record, would you? Beta: Detention? What, does she think we're students or something? What exactly is going on here? Adams sighs Adams: Fine. We will wait then. I'll make su- Omega succeeds in breaking down the door Omega: Well, what are you waiting for? It's now or never! Beta: Shit, we gotta get to his office fast, if our cover wasn't blown already it sure as hell is now. As the group runs down the hallway to the principals office, the faint screams of the receptionist can be heard asking for a hall pass. The group arrives at an ornate wooden door with an engraved plaque stating the principals name, Mr. Biddle. Agent omega prepares to use the battering ram once again, but as he does, the door opens, causing omega to hit an unknown target. Adams: That has to be him, quickly, get in there and apprehend him. Be prepared to use lethal force. Omega and Beta storm the room, with Adams following suit. A battered man is slumped against the wall. Unknown: God damn it… who the hell are you? What are you doing in my school?!? Adams: Sir, are you the principal of West Hills high school? Biddle: Yes, I am. For the love of god, why are 2 armed men holding me down? Is this a drug bust or something? Adams: Are you aware of the, uh, unusual things happening to your students here? Biddle coughs up blood. Biddle: Unusual? What do you mean by unusual? Everything here is going completely fine. Our GPA is the best in the state, our students are kind to each other, and I can assure you there are absolutely no drugs here! Beta shoots Adams a confused look, and Adams reciprocates the notion. Adams: Does this image look normal to you?! Adams holds up an image of a horribly disfigured SCP-7285-2 instance, which was interviewed in an above log. Biddle: What the hell? Adams continues to flash images of physical altered SCP-7285-2 instances for several seconds. Biddle: Please… Please stop.. No more.. Adams: Then tell me, Adams: What the fuck is going on here? Is this your doing? Biddle begins to cry and curl into a fetal position. Biddle: I just wanted to relive those memories, I wanted them to be able to cherish what I couldn't, it wasn't meant to be this way… Adams: Don't you dare start crying, do you have any idea what kind of misery you have caused these kids? I have seen unspeakable things done unto them by each other, and your telling me it's your fault? You fucking bastard, I’m going to make you pay for this. Adams begins hitting Biddle on the face and in the stomach where Omega’s battering ram impacted. Beta: What the hell are you doing? If you kill him that might decommission the whole anomaly! Adams continues beating on Biddle, agent omega and agent beta forcefully separate the 2 Omega: Fuck! We gotta get him out of here and to a medic real quick or he’s gonna die! Omega picks up and begins running to the exit with a badly injured Biddle, Beta drags Adams along as well. <End log> Post incursion summary: Biddle, designated SCP-7285-3, has been contained and proven to be a mid level reality bender, capable of altering memory to a large extent. It is currently thought that if SCP-7285-3 had not been incapacitated by agent Omega, the incursion team would have succumbed to his effects. Currently, Biddle has been seriously damaged and lost the ability to speak after damage to the throat. The severity of memory alteration within SCP-7285 has begun to cease, but the physical alterations as well as anomalous traits have not lessened. Information concealment efforts have been put forward in response, and the school is set to close under the guise of structural failure soon. Upon closing, a permanent containment site can be set up around SCP-7285. Researcher Adams has been amnestisized and relocated due to his violent outburst and partial decommissioning of SCP-7285. SCP-7285-3 interview SCP-7285-3 interview Foreword: SCP-7285-3 was given a notebook and pencil in order to respond to questions. Reality anchor is stationed within the holding area to prevent memory tampering on behalf of SCP-7285-3. Interview conducted by Researcher Winter. <Begin log> Researcher Winter and SCP-7285-3 sit across from each other, separated only by a layer of bullet proof glass. A small slit is open at the bottom to allow for the passage of notes. Winter: Alright, lets start off simple. Did you manipulate the memories of the incursion team in any way? SCP-7285-3 scribbles something down on his paper before holding it up to the glass. SCP-7285-3: Yes. But not how it works. Only manipulate memories in general area. Team caught in area, not intentional, but manipulated. Winter: And what exactly did this "Memory Field" alter? We have seen the effects, but what exactly was altered? SCP-7285-3: Childhood memories. Replaced with good better ones. Winter: I see, must have been pretty important for such a drastic change, eh? Anyways, why did you use your power in a high school of all things? SCP-7285-3 sits in thought for a minute before writing a response. SCP-7285-3: Memories fleeting. In retrospect, regret not spending time better. Make their memories last life time, to live out simpler times forever. Winter: So, you wanted to help them in a way? I see, interesting. But why specifically this school? SCP-7285-3: West hills anomalous, cover up my existence, not be found. Winter: You were aware of the foundation? SCP-7285-3: No, knew people hostile to anomaly, not specifics. Winter: Alright then. Were you aware of the significant personality alterations that spawned as a result of your meddling? SCP-7285-3 holds up a full note sheet, signalling for more paper. Winter obliges. SCP-7285-3: My power hard to control. Not precise, memories changed in very simple way. Winter: Did you consider that you may be doing more harm than good? I mean, by implanting false ones, you essentially prohibited them from making their own. SCP-7285-3 sits for several seconds, before shedding a tear. SCP-7285-3: No, did not consider. Regret much now, only wanted good. Winter: Yea, I gathered. You should have taken your victims into greater consideration before trying to help them. Thank you for your participation, I beli- SCP-7285-3 slams a piece of paper against the window, reading the following. SCP-7285-3: THEY WERE HAPPY Winter: I said we are done here. Your shortsightedness will not change anything, you buffoon. SCP-7285-3 writes furiously before holding his paper up. SCP-7285-3: I CREATED MEMORIES ONE COULD LOOK BACK ON AND BE COMFORTED BY REAL MEMORIES ONLY BRING DESPAIR AND UNCERTAINTY Winter: That is enough! This interview is concluded, end the recording Adrian. <End log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7285" by guiness11, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7285. 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-7286 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-7286 SCP-7286 during routine maintenance. Special Containment Procedures: No persons are to enter SCP-7286 at any time without direct permission from an acting HMCL supervisor or Air Conditioning Division representative. Janitorial maintenance is conducted every Tuesday from 14:00 PM to 15:00 PM (EST/EDT) in order to promote accurate metaphysical output, and is not to be disturbed.1 SCP-7286-A's filters must be checked every two weeks, and replaced/cleaned if necessary. SCP-7286-A's condenser and compressor must also be checked regularly, and cleaned of any debris. SCP-7286-A's refrigerant levels must be closely monitored at all times. SCP-7286-A's ductwork must be checked for leaks every thirty days. SCP-7286-A's drain pans must be cleaned every week. Any lapse in this regimen constitutes a containment breach; those found responsible will be met with swift disciplinary action. Description: SCP-7286 is a 130 sqft room located inside Provisional Outpost-A904, a faux two-story home in suburban Garrett Park, Maryland, USA. SCP-7286 is outfitted with SCP-7286-A, an anomalous air conditioning unit of no determinable make, or distinct origin. Because of its endowment with SCP-7286-A, an object of high Noospheric and Semiospheric significance, SCP-7286 has defined the general qualities of what is considered "comfortable air conditioning" on the planet Earth since it was fitted with SCP-7286-A on May 3rd, 1992. SCP-7286-A. The air temperature, pressure, and humidity of SCP-7286 are continually extrapolated from the physical reality of the room itself, converted into their emotional and sensory components, and redistributed back into the collective human experience as the conception of what composes a "well-air-conditioned" living space. Any significant alterations to the aforementioned attributes inside of SCP-7286 have the potential to be enormously consequential for global civilization; SCP-7286-A is finely tuned to match the needs of the human body, but this is not required for a change to propagate into the psychospace. SCP-7286-A is, as is apparent on all relevant paperwork, the chief responsibility of the "Air Conditioning Division", an ill-documented subset of the SCP Foundation's Department of Logistics. Provisional Outpost-A904 is owned — and ostensibly operated by — the Division; all requests for changes to protocol concerning SCP-7286 (including alterations to its Special Containment Procedures) must first be processed and explicitly authorized by the group. The Air Conditioning Division is recognized only in name and prescribed purpose within Foundation documentation; no personnel have ever reported directly encountering an agent of the Division or anyone claiming to be in close correspondence with them. Records of the Division's creation are nonexistent, as are any Division records not related to SCP-7286. Motions which would classify the Air Conditioning Division as a unique Group Of Interest are currently awaiting approval. Incident SCP-7286-018: On April 28th, 2010, an HVAC technician assigned to SCP-7286-A improperly cleaned its compressor, resulting in a prolonged blockage (primarily composed of leaves). This left the unit in a vulnerable position, prompting moderate overheating. Personnel were oblivious to this until the compressor was checked again five days later. The technician (F████ R████, 42 years) was found culpable on May 3rd, and was executed by firing squad the following Sunday. Its family were informed of its death under the cover story of a disastrous motor vehicle collision, leaving its body unrecognizable. The following note was anonymously mailed to the technician's home address on April 29th: + Show - Hide COOL IT. - SCP Foundation Air Conditioning Division Footnotes 1. Maintenance includes vacuuming, dusting, carpet cleaning (conducted every three weeks) and emptying the designated waste basket. This maintenance is not to be conducted on any of the eight Catholic holy days. Author's Note Hide Author's Note I love my air conditioner. I'm not usually a huge fan of a lot of other appliances, but my unit cools me off in the summer, especially when I can't get out of bed. When the temps hit 105 and I have to go get a driver to drive me to work. I've even got my uncle to help out when it comes to putting the ceiling fan on. I was a little nervous installing it because it's so high up, but it looks pretty good. My grandma was on her feet trying to help and she almost fell. Thankfully, she stopped herself in time, though she never did get back up. As for me, I'm leaving work early today! You know, there are very few alternatives for air conditioning. There are home air conditioning units, which generally only cool one or two rooms in the house at a time and aren’t ideal for large houses. Then there are residential electric air conditioners (which you can get for $35 to $300 for a window unit or less), which are a bit smaller than the standard air conditioner unit and cost about $500 or more. Even these options have large electricity consumption requirements. If I lived in a warm climate, I would consider installing a larger unit, which would require a significantly higher electrical load than a standard air conditioning unit. If I lived in a cold climate, I’d probably opt for a standard air conditioner. My mom is living in Portland, Oregon – where average temperatures are about 70 degrees during the summer – and she’s happy with her $550 window air conditioner, which cools about half her home. What would you do if you were living in a cold climate? 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SCP-7287 | keter | Item #: SCP-7287 Special Containment Procedures: 24-hour surveillance is to be maintained over all sentient anomalies in Foundation containment, with MTF Omicron-8 "Send in the Clowns" keeping watch in case of an SCP-7287 event. [RESCINDED] SCP-7287 is currently uncontainable. Given the risk SCP-7287 poses to security, attempts are being made to decommission SCP-7287. [RESCINDED] Keter-class anomaly SCP-███ is to be equipped with an active nuclear warhead for the decommissioning of SCP-7287. [DENIED] Operation 7287-S is to be repeated monthly until SCP-7287-1 becomes aware of the campaign. Transcripts are to be cataloged following operation success. See addenda below for further details. Description: SCP-7287 is a phenomenon occurring once every 30 days, where two random anomalies currently in containment will disappear. The anomalies in question will then be transported to an extradimensional space, where they will remain for 24 hours before re-manifesting completely intact in their original locations. Debriefing of affected entities following their return has revealed little information about the nature of SCP-7287.1 The cause of SCP-7287 is unknown can be attributed to a group of Apex-tier Pluripotent Entities designated collectively as SCP-7287-1. It has been shown that SCP-7287 prefers items with certain characteristics, including: Keter-class items humanoids sentient entities entities of a deadly or destructive nature The reason for these preferences is currently unknown. See Operation 7287-S for more information. Operation 7287-S: On 2024-10-20, Operation 7287-S was first devised by Foundation administration in order to ascertain the origin of SCP-7287, which was unknown at the time. The operation entailed the creation of a falsified SCP file, an excerpt of which is shown below: Item #: SCP-████ Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ is impossible to contain, as he is too powerful. He is currently employed at Site-19 by his own volition, so that he may complete his mission of bookkeeping the transactions of the Site-19 Department of Containment. Description: SCP-████ is Joe Turner, from the Site-19 accounting department. He is a white male approximately 26 years of age, and is almost 6'0 in height. He has numerous anomalous capabilities, such as flight, superhuman strength, X-ray vision, and the ability to manifest beams of radiation from his eyes. SCP-████ has stunning dark hair and mysterious eyes, with an "irresistable" effect on both male and female personnel. SCP-████ is noted for his incredible ability to defeat any SCP in a fight. Incident 7287.1: On the expected date of 2024-██-██, Turner vanished from his office at Site-19. At the same time, SCP-682 disappeared from its containment chamber at Site-19. The following log was recorded by Turner's iPhone 6 following his disappearance. [BEGIN LOG] Turner is in a dark room. Joe Turner: What the hell? Where am I? A voice, identified to be from an instance of SCP-7287-1 designated SCP-7287-1A, can be heard echoing throughout the surrounding area. SCP-7287-1A: Ladies and gentlemen, it's the one you've been waiting all month to see! Let's make some noise! The door to the room swings open, revealing a long corridor with a gate at the end. Turner is escorted by an off-screen entity down the corridor. Turner: Hey! Hands off, man. Alright, alright, I'm going! I'm going! Sheesh. Another voice, designated SCP-7287-1B, can be heard yelling into the microphone. SCP-7287-1B: In today's smackdown, in the left corner we have our home player, you know them well. Champion of the pits of Site-19, give it up for SIX-EIGHTY-TWOOOOO! Loud cheering can be heard, presumably from other SCP-7287-1 instances. Turner: Wait, six-eighty-two? SCP-7287-1A: And in our right corner, we have our challenger. You've read all about him, and now he's here in the flesh. Hailing from Kansas, we have the most powerful SCP, make some noise for JOEEEEE TURNERRRR! The gate creaks open, opening up to a colossal stadium. Millions of cheering SCP-7287-1 instances can be seen spectating from the seats. A massive television screen is suspended above the stadium, showing aerial footage of the arena. SCP-682 is crouched on the ground across the stadium, approximately 200 meters away. SCP-682: You will rue the day you met me, filthy human. SCP-7287-1A: It's time for a… SCP-7287-1B: …FIGHT TO THE DEATH! Both (in unison): THREE… TWO… ONE… BATTLE! Turner: Oh, shit. SCP-682 rapidly approaches Turner. Turner: Oh shit, oh shit. SOMEONE HELP! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS! SCP-7287-1A: And here we can see that classic Joe skillset, cowering in fear and running away! SCP-7287-1B: But will it be enough to survive 682's onslaught? 682 is known for its Type 9 immortality, being able to adapt to anything the Foundation throws at it! SCP-7287-1A: While Joe here has reached a peak filing speed of 82 forms per hour while on only three hours of sleep and two cups of coffee! It's gonna be a close one here, folks! SCP-682 continues to give chase, as Turner frantically tries to escape. SCP-682 leaps and pounces on Turner. SCP-7287-1B: And here we can see why 682 is so deadly- with his Tier 3 power level and high stats all around the board, Joe doesn't stand a chance! Turner is pinned down beneath SCP-682's claws, as the creature begins to slash and tear at him. SCP-7287-1A: Or does he?! Come on, Joe, show us your moves! Turner: AIEEEEEEEEEE- The damage sustained by the phone camera is, at this point, too severe to recover further footage. [END LOG] Turner was found alive and unharmed in his office 24 hours later, with his phone intact as well. When questioned, Turner reported that he "beat the brakes outta' that self-righteous crocodile," while thumping his chest. Despite the temporary injuries sustained during the incident, Turner expressed great interest in "returning to the ring." Turner has been approved by Site Command to carry out Operation 7287-S in addition to his accounting duties. Incident 7287.2: On 2024-██-██, 30 days from Incident 7287.1, Turner, as expected, disappeared from his office at Site-19 once again. Simultaneously, SCP-8106 vanished from its cell at Site-40. Despite the insistence of Site Command, Turner refused to be equipped with tactical gear or weaponry, saying "My fists are enough guns to take on all of 'em." [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7287-1A: Welcome back, everybody! SCP-7287-1B: Last time, SCP-682 destroyed Joe in a death battle, but our audience is convinced Joe was pulling his punches. SCP-7287-1A: And by popular request, he's back! Make some noise for our reigning champion, JOEEE TURNERRRRR! Turner enters the arena as the crowd hollers his name. SCP-7287-1B: Aaaand we have our new guy, our challenger, the Attempted Murder Monster, welcome to the ring EIGHT-ONE-OH-SIXXXX! The crowd boos and jeers as SCP-8106 shambles into the arena from the opposing gate. SCP-8106: Well, there's no need to be rude. As for you, human, I intend to make short work of you. Turner: Bring it on, old man. SCP-7287-1A: Whoo-ee! Looks like we got some trash talk down on the field here! Looks like it's time, time for a… SCP-7287-1B: …FIGHT TO THE DEATH! Both (in unison): THREE… TWO… ONE… BATTLE! Turner: Come at me! SCP-8106: I intend to, you pathetic animal. Your screams will echo throughout this stadium. SCP-8106 runs toward Turner, brandishing several steak knives. The latter flinches, but continues to stare down his opponent. SCP-7287-1A: What's this? Joe isn't running? Does he have a plan up his sleeve with that 250 IQ of his? SCP-7287-1B: Or, is he a complete idiot? SCP-7287-1A: Or both?! Turner audibly inhales, and sticks his foot out as SCP-8106 closes the final few meters of distance. SCP-7287-1A: Will 8106's toon force win out, or will Joe be able to- OH, OH MY GOD! OHHH! SCP-8106 trips over Joe's foot, falling face first into the dirt. SCP-8106: Owie… Turner begins to kick at SCP-8106's body. Turner: Ha! Take that! SCP-8106: Ow! Hey! Stop it! SCP-8106 sinks into the ground, disappearing and leaving behing a puddle of mud. SCP-7287-1A: AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A WINNER! SCP-7287-1B: Against all odds, Joe has proven himself capable of soloing any SCP he faces! SCP-7287-1A: That's right folks! Tune in next month, where we'll be fighting Joe against the Scarlet King! Turner: Haha! Wait, what? [END LOG] Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7288 | keter | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint {$comments} ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/7288 LEVEL 3/7288 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7288 Keter Andrew Llewellyn (left), origin of SCP-7288-affected communications. Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Morgan Llewellyn's communications are to be monitored under Internal Security Directive LOCKJAW. Any incoming messages determined to originate from Andrew Llewellyn are to be suppressed through standard means. Any outgoing messages determined to be an attempt by Rsrchr. Llewellyn to contact him are to be similarly suppressed, and result in the immediate termination of his employment and subsequent containment. Description: SCP-7288 is an anomalous phenomenon resulting in the consistent failure of internal Foundation censors to suppress electronic messages (e-mails, text messages, et cetera) sent from Andrew Llewellyn to his husband, Morgan Llewellyn, currently enrolled in the Foundation Class-F Containment-Employ Program at Site-19. Background: Dr. Morgan Llewellyn is a Class-3 thaumaturge identified and contained by the Foundation on February 25th, 2014, following a YouTube video depicting him reflexively utilizing his abilities to prevent a semitruck from crashing into his workplace, the Keck Laboratory at the California Institute of Technology. The video was caught by standard Foundation web-scraping protocols and deleted, all witnesses were amnesticized, and Llewellyn was contained. Due to Llewellyn's relatively docile demeanor, easily-containable anomalous abilities, and experience in scientific fields, he was identified as a possible candidate for Site-19's fledgling Foundation Class-F Containment-Employ Program. Llewellyn was offered a choice between permanent, formal containment as an SCP object, and a reduced form of Class-F containment as an employee of the Research Department of the Foundation, assisting with research and experimentation of other anomalies. He agreed to the latter, and was transported to Site-19 to be placed under the direct supervision of program director Vincent Tet. Andrew Llewellyn, a librarian at the Sherman Fairchild Library at the California Institute of Technology, was informed that his husband had been involved in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, and that both of them had died. Necessary evidence was manufactured. Over the following year, Morgan Llewellyn worked at various laboratories at Site-19 assisting in 34 separate research projects, and received consistently positive evaluations from supervisors. The first occurrence of SCP-7288 was on February 28th, 2015, exactly one year after Morgan Llewellyn's supposed death. The following email was automatically forwarded from Morgan Llewellyn's personal e-mail to his SCiPnet e-mail address, despite the fact that Site-19 does not support outside internet connections. File 7288.01: To: You 01:26AM From: Andrew Llewellyn <███████████[email protected]> Subject: Hi Hi. Long time no talk. This is really stupid. I don't know why. I visit your grave every few weeks. I used to go every week, but then things happened, you know how it is. It's been a long year. I'm sorry. But I visit you every few weeks and I never find it hard to talk then. Dr. Manola said I should do something like this, that it helps a lot of people whose partners have died. Write a letter or a journal or something, like I was talking to you. I told her that you never remembered to get the mail or use the agendas I bought you, so she asked "Well, did he check his email?" And here I am. I miss you. I suppose that's worth getting out of the way first. Which is kind of what this whole exercise is meant to solve, I guess. To accept that I miss you but that you're not coming back but that you'll always be a part of me or something equally Hallmark-ish. But both of us know how shit I am at talking about that, so let's not. I suppose I'll tell you about my month. It's been a good month, I guess. The Zoloft works better than the Lexapro, so I don't feel like throwing up every time the lights are too bright. Improvement. Work's been okay. I walk Dodger now. For the first couple of weeks I didn't, but he'd still hop off the couch at 6:00 on the dot, grab his leash in his mouth, and wait by the door. Eventually I got tired of looking at him sitting there with his literal puppy-dog eyes. Least he isn't shitting on the rug anymore. Well, that's me. How've you been? Still dead? Yeah, figured. This is stupid Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. The following email was received four weeks later. File 7288.02: To: You 02:13PM From: Andrew Llewellyn <███████████[email protected]> Subject: Sorry Hi. Sorry about that little tantrum. I talked to Dr. Manola about it and she said that it'd be hard but it's worth doing. I said she wouldn't know and she told me her husband had died of pancreatic cancer 15 years ago and she still wrote to him every year on their anniversary, so boy do I feel like a jackass. This is my penance, I guess. I'm going to take it seriously. So, yeah. I don't know. This is still awkward. Which is probably a dumbass thing to say considering I'm writing to a man who I'm married to, and considering I'm not even writing to you, I'm writing to myself. Was. I keep catching myself doing that and having to correct myself. Was married to. I need to get out of the habit. Manola says it's about me wanting to move on but honestly it's just that people then ask where my wife is and then I have to say "actually my husband" and then they say "oh jeez, i'm sorry, my bad. where's your husband?" and then I have to say "actually he passed away last year" and then they shut up. There is no standard response to someone telling you their spouse is dead. I mean, when Manola told me her husband died I froze up and blurted out "same". Dumbass. But she laughed, and I laughed, and I feel like your fucked-up sense of humor meant you'd have laughed, too. I really don't know what I'm going to do without you, man. That whole thing about the people asking me where my husband is, that's mostly in my head. Between the two of us, most of "our" friends were really your friends. I mean, they definitely made the effort. They invited me out for drinks and shit, I was the sadsack that always said no until they stopped asking. Can't blame them for that. I don't really go out anymore. They should make a "so your spouse died" starter pack, I think. Everyone thinks about the big things. Funerals, grief counseling, the house. But what's funny is that you're so primed for most of that stuff that it doesn't really wreck you. Or me, anyway. The little things are what fuck me up. Like, a half-watched episode from season 4 of Dexter has been in our Netflix continue watching for a year. I said we should stay up and finish it, but you had work the next morning, and we went to bed. And then the next day you weren't there anymore. That's the shit they should tell you. Your stuff is still in the closet, though Manola tells me I should get rid of it. I donated most of your physics textbooks to the library. Sorry. But I figured they were better off with people who could make heads or tails of them. Pretty much the only thing in them that I can understand is your name on the inside cover. Speaking of books, work has been good. We got a grant that Vanessa was really gunning for. Lot of money, lot of books, maybe expand the rare books section a little. We also hired a new girl at my desk, Kim. She's nice, big reader. We've been chatting about American occultist literature. Shit, I thought I was into weird spooky stuff. This kid's on another level. Man. I think the part of this that makes me mad is that I've had a near-perfect go of all this. Like, in terms of how difficult spousal death can be, I'm… very low on the scale. Your family's been supportive, to the best of their abilities; they're also dealing with losing a son. Mine… well, we knew that was a lost cause. I'm healthy, I'm getting professional help, I have a regular job. And I still feel like garbage without you. I think this is enough introspection for one night. I'm gonna try to make this a habit. Every couple of weeks, maybe. I don't know yet. Goodnight, Morg. I love you, and I miss you. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, and requested to respond. The request was denied by Senior Researcher Vincent Tet: To: You 10:34AM From: Vincent Tet<[email protected]> Subject: Request #019 Researcher Llewellyn, While I sympathize with your situation, I'm afraid the request is denied. Responding to your husband would expose your continued existence and anomalous abilities and by extension, the Foundation. That's a risk we can't allow any of our personnel to take. This isn't an uncommon situation here — a number of our personnel are lifers, and the people in their former lives have been informed of their deaths to allow them to dedicate themselves entirely to their tasks. The work we do here is simply too important, too crucial to risk it on moments of weakness. This is the most important thing you will ever do. I assure you that we have no idea how the messages are still getting through, and the RAISA technicians are working very hard on trying to patch whatever bug this is. In the meantime, please accept my apologies for the difficult situation. P.S: You'll find your assignment portfolio for the next quarter attached. Regards, Vincent Tet CFCE Program Director, Site-19 Despite multiple efforts to resolve the issue, including deactivation of Jr. Rsrchr. Llewellyn's personal e-mail and replacement of Site-19's e-mail server, messages sent from Andrew Llewellyn continued to arrive unfettered. RAISA technicians officially classified the phenomenon as SCP-7288. Over the following two years, e-mails accumulated in his inbox. Excerpts are included. File 7288.05-19: Email #05: Sent 1 year, 4 months, and 3 days after Llewellyn's initial containment. Dodger had a little scare this week, got nipped at by another dog at the park. I took him to the vet. Usually you do it, so predictably, I had to go through the song and dance of them asking where you were and then the inescapable cavalcade of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s and other assorted condolences. Except it hurt just a little bit less this time around. Not a lot less, mind. Just, you know. A bit. Enough to notice. Maybe it means I'm getting better, or maybe it means I'm getting numb, or maybe it means I need to get Manola to adjust my dosage. Jury's out. And Dodger's fine, by the way. Just thought you'd want to know. I miss you and I love you. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. At approximately this time, several of Llewellyn's research supervisors submitted their evaluations — they cited that the quality of his work had steadily degraded over the preceding months, and expressed concern regarding his mental state. Per standard protocol, Supervisor Tet offered Jr. Rsrchr. Llewellyn an appointment with the on-site counselor, but the offer was refused. Email #11: Sent 1 year, 9 months, and 1 day after Llewellyn's initial containment. Happy anniversary! lmao I'm a little drunk. Just a lil. went by the cemetary earlier with flowers. I had a wholee thing planned out in my head but that's a funny thing about cemetaries. Once you're actually there, standing in front of the grave, its hard to ignore the fact that youre basically just talking to a rock. All the love in the world can't make you stop feeling awkward or dorky about talking to a rock that doesnt talk back. Or maybe that's just me. Then again I guess I'm doign the same thing here. I dunno!Maybe it's because writing it out is easier than saying it aloud or maybe because seeing the little wheel spin as it says "sending" makes it feel like its going somewhere. But writing these makes me feel like I'm. idk. closer to you. That I can feel you. Don't know whether that's good for me or not. Go figure. It's funny I think that between the two of us I'm the one that doesn't believe in an afterlife. You're a physics researcher, I'm a lit grad, but you always said there'd be something after all this. never bought it, myself. But it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. no, sir. I think I'm getting a little more open to the idea, that there are things out there we don't understand.kim showed me this grimoire she said belonged to her great-grandmother. This sect of Korean self-proclaimed mages, something about snakes. Been reading a lot of stuff in that vein, from the rare books section of the Library. currently i'm on a hot date with this bottle of bourbon Kim gave me for my birthday, so i'm gonna finish that up and then go regret this in the morning. miss you, love you Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. Llewellyn's work continued to degrade in efficacy and quality. On December 27th, 2015, a meeting was scheduled between him and Supervisor Tet, where he was duly informed that as per the terms of his employment agreement, three consecutive quarters of negative evaluations would result in his removal from the program and placement into the Humanoid Containment Wing of Site-17. Llewellyn refused an offer of amnestic therapy, apologized for the subpar work, and affirmed that it would not happen again. Email #18: Sent 2 years, 0 months, and 1 day after Llewellyn's initial containment. Two years. Time flies, huh? I think there's an acceptable time period for grieving, and that I have dramatically stumblefucked right past it. But I'm getting better. Your folks had me over for Christmas. That was really decent of them. Looked at your baby photos. You were an ugly fuckin' baby. Told stories. I didn't know you went to Space Camp, you bastard. I thought it wise not to relay the time we shared a blunt in your lab after hours, one of your students came in, and you doused it in a beaker of something and it started bubbling and I nearly died laughing. Your brother came by, too. I know you would've liked to see that. We didn't really talk about the sudden change in demeanor, obviously, but he hugged me, which indicates growth, if nothing else. In a weird, roundabout way, I think you helped him grow more after you were gone than you ever did when you were still here. Anyway. Things have been good, these past few months. Really good. Kim - I guess I'd have to call her my best friend now, if by method of elimination. Ha-ha. But I invited her over. I hope you don't mind. I really, really hope you don't mind. But while she was over, she spotted something. One of your books, the ones I hadn't sold. The hide-covered one you kept in your bottom bookshelf. I guess I always assumed it was a research notebook or something, honestly, but she cracked it open like she recognized it. And then put it away real quietly, wouldn't really explain what the deal was. She didn't stay long after that. Hope you've been good, too. Are you getting in fights up there? Hope so. Love you and I miss you. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. At this point, Llewellyn's work had returned to average levels of quality in an upward trend, and once again received positive evaluations from his supervisors, who praised his focus on the projects. The disciplinary matter against him was considered closed. File 7288.24: The following emails were received in rapid succession on June 31st, 2016. Email #24: Sent 2 year, 4 months, and 6 days after Llewellyn's initial containment. Jesus you would not believe the day I've had. Shit. I don't even know if I can be sending you this but who the fuck else am I gonna tell, right? Showed up to work today and Kim said she had to show me something. I was a little weirded out but whatever, okay, followed her to the Kayler Wing. We go down a couple hallways around the back, and I'm getting weirded out, and then she disappears through a door I've never seen before, and I follow. I don't even know how to describe it, man. It was a library, but like, it was a Library. I have no fucking idea where or how or what. Just, huge vaulted ceilings and shelves and what the fuck. I thought she fucking slipped me something and started freaking out and then she was next to me and calming me down. And then I saw the fucking things walking around. My brain's way too full of thoughts. I still think she might've slipped me something. But I swear to God, I saw these… fucking bug things walking around and these Dementor looking fucks and jesus christ. But I wasn't scared, was the thing, not after the initial shock wore off. It was… familiar. It was like every library I've ever been in. We walked around for, it must've been hours. I have no idea how big it was. She said she wasn't terribly sure what it was either, but her family had been accessing it for generations. I looked at the books as we went by, because it was the only way to avoid staring at the freaky other things perusing the shelves, which I was firmly told was impolite. Books on Italian history, quantum physics, magical superstructures, dead societies, preparation of something called Kalikor, all on the same shelf. I have no idea what I saw today. But I wish you could've been there with me. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. The I/Os monitoring Llewellyn's communications flagged this as a likely reference to Nx-001, and dispatched Fireteam GIGAS from MTF Sigma-3 ("Bibliographers") to contain Andrew Llewellyn and identify the Way. A lab containment breach drill (the source of which could not be identified) delayed the deployment of Fireteam GIGAS by several hours, and they touched down in Pasadena, California at 17:46 local time. An investigation of the Llewellyn apartment indicated that it had been abandoned several hours prior, with several necessities taken and Andrew Llewellyn nowhere to be found. His associate, identified as Kim Tae-Bok, could also not be located. Despite investigation, no conclusive means were found through which Jr. Rsrchr. Llewellyn might have warned his husband or Kim Tae-Bok in advance of the Foundation raid. Email #25: Sent 2 year, 4 months, and 7 days after Llewellyn's initial containment. Hi. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to write to you again, though I guess I could just write into a journal or something. No shortage of paper around here. Still, it's not the same. We're in the Library. The Other Library, I mean. I don't know what happened. Kim was in my apartment, shaking me awake, telling me we had to go, that they were coming. I asked who, told her to calm down, but she just pulled me out and downstairs. I still had — and have — no idea what was going on, but she started my car and floored it to the Library. Popped a window and made our way to where the door was. I wasn't gonna follow her. Then I heard the jackboots coming up the stairs and the helicopter and went in. We've been in the Library for a day or so now? She says that they can't get us here. Hasn't explained much, but says that everything, food, clothes, is provided here. I have no fucking idea what I've fallen into, Morg. I'm scared. Somehow my phone is still working, but signal is spotty and I have a sneaking suspicion I'm not gonna find a charger here. I'll write when I can, but in the meantime, I think it's about time for me to sign off for a little while. I love you, and I miss you. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. After this event, Llewellyn's research supervisors noted that he seemed emotionless and withdrawn, though completing his work satisfactorily. This demeanor faded after several weeks. No SCP-7288 associated e-mails were received by Llewellyn again for a period of four years, 6 months, and 15 days. File 7288.26: On January 15th, 2021, an email from the <███████████[email protected]> e-mail address arrived in Llewellyn's inbox. At this point, following several years in the program under Supervisor Tet and a prolonged period of SCP-7288 inactivity, Llewellyn had been promoted to Researcher, with a number of privileges — a personnel dormitory rather than a furnished cell, meals in the personnel cafeteria, and a limited level of research exposure to Euclid-class anomalous objects. He had participated in and worked on 134 research projects for the Foundation. Due to the lull in SCP-7288 activity and Llewellyn's forthcomingness in past incidents, the I/Os monitoring Llewellyn's SCiPnet e-mail address were cycled down to scraping twice a day, rather than constantly updated. As such, this email, received at 03:46, was not detected until 12:00: Email #26: Sent 6 years, 10 months, and 22 days after Llewellyn's initial containment. Hi. Long time no talk. I've had a lot of time to think about how I was gonna write this, but now that I actually have the opportunity to do it, none of them really seem like good ideas. Well, to start us off: It's been a long 7 years. When I last sent you something, it was my first time inside the Library. I didn't even know what it was called. And now I'm a Wanderer! Funny how things work out. The past few years have been… interesting. The first few months were rough. On the run from the Foundation, taking safe harbour in the Library, figuring out what the hell to do from there. But we got by. Made connections — friends in high and low places, throughout the occult world. Librarians, Wanderers, neither, in-between. I've stood on the skyscrapers of Eurtec, I've explored the alleyways of Three Portlands. Seen Esterberg's cobbled streets, the threads of Sloth's Pit, even took a triapse to Undervegas. I've hit the four corners of the anomalous world and gotten in my fair share of trouble along the way. Kim hasn't been a bad traveling companion at all. But I just wish I could've seen it all with you. And part of me knows that's impossible. That you can't bring people back from the dead, not in any way that matters. As trite as it is, that you're still with me as long as I remember you. But the problem is the other part of me. The part that has been chewing on the butt of a cigar for years, thinking about how this all just doesn't quite line up. The first tip, to me, was the fact that you had a magic grimoire from the fucking Wanderer's Library in your closet and never thought to mention it. I didn't realize it then, but now? It's unmistakable. Not even as a "look at this freaky book," you just… never mentioned it. You were hiding it. Which, I forgive you, I've hid my fair share of shit from you too. But why would you do that unless you knew what it was? Okay, that told me you were, on some level, involved with all this magical shit. That's a shock, but what was more shocking was the fact that people knew you. Everywhere I went, the name Morgan Llewellyn kept popping up. Someone who knew your parents, which explains why you avoided your family like the plague. Someone who was a friend of yours when you went to ICSUT (can't believe you're not even a real Beaver, you bastard!). Someone who remembered working on a spell proof with you, and called you one of the last bright magicians, and assured me that your prodigious powers would have kicked in had you suddenly been hit by a 2-ton hunk of metal going 60. Everywhere I went, there you were. And I wouldn't have it any other way. The last piece in the puzzle, though, was when I took your grimoire back to the Library. The Librarians always appreciate lost material being returned, appreciative enough to give me a little tidbit of information: the Library doesn't retain debts from beyond the grave. Then the rest of the stuff fell into place. The fact that the body was conveniently disfigured beyond recognition, the fact that nearly nobody, nobody at all, could even remember you being at work that day, much less getting in an accident driving home. You're still alive, you dumb handsome bastard. And for once in my life, I'm praying that someone has you. Because the alternative is that you left by yourself, which I don't know if I can handle, or that you're really dead. Which I thought I could handle but turns out, I never really believed it myself. I'll be waiting, Morg. You know the place. I love you, and I miss you so, so much. Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn failed to report in to his assigned research supervisor, and Site-19 security officers found his dormitory locked from the inside. Computer logs indicated that hours prior, a number of low-priority magic-amplifying anomalous objects Llewellyn had access to were checked out from their containment lockers. After unlocking the door, security found that Llewellyn and all his personnel effects were gone. Several hours later, a single email was discovered in Supervisor Vincent Tet's inbox, traced to a single-use e-mail address deactivated minutes later. To: You 08:47AM From: Unknown<████████@████████.uz> Subject: No subject Vincent Tet said: This is the most important thing you will ever do. nah ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7288" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7288. 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: 16827823321_96e98b71c3_b.jpg Name: 74/365 - Two (of my many) main men. They hold the key to my heart. Author: thelittleone417 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7289 | keter | Written by TheChunk ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7289 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Street view of SCP-7289-A. Special Containment Procedures Foundation agents embedded within American law enforcement agencies are to monitor internal reports for allegations of misconduct, corruption, or criminal activity perpetrated by law enforcement officers. Agents are to construct cover stories to explain these individuals' potential disappearance, up to and including reports of their death, and disseminate them in the event of an SCP-7289 manifestation. Roads leading to SCP-7289-A are to be marked as out of service, and monitored by Foundation personnel for possible encroachment by unaffected civilians. Individuals affected by SCP-7289 are to be allowed entry, as interference has been shown to be both hazardous and ineffective. Addendum A-7289.01, Effective 2 January, 2014 Continuous patrol of SCP-7289-A is to be conducted by MTF Sigma-12 ("The Dirty Dozen"). In the event that individuals affected by SCP-7289 threaten to breach the perimeter of SCP-7289-A, MTF Sigma-12 are authorized to use lethal force. Description SCP-7289 is a delusional compulsion that manifests in members of American law enforcement agencies. Individuals affected by SCP-7289 have been observed to abruptly abandon their daily lives, workplaces, and families, with no warning or explanation, then travel to a small urban settlement in northern Indiana, hereafter classified as SCP-7289-A. While residing within SCP-7289-A, affected individuals engage exclusively in organized criminal activity. Extensive observation has revealed that individuals affected by SCP-7289 believe they are acting as undercover law enforcement officers, attempting to infiltrate the criminal underworld of SCP-7289-A to bring its inhabitants to justice. All identified individuals affected by SCP-7289 are recorded as having had investigations into official misconduct and/or disciplinary action taken against them by the agencies with which they were last employed. Allegations against them have most frequently included claims of excessive force or civil rights violations, but have also included official corruption, abuse of alcohol or narcotics, and sexual harassment and assault. SCP-7289-A is shielded from discovery by a self-perpetuating antimemetic effect. Though the area it occupies is expansive, filling a space of about 64 km², it appears on no maps and in no public records, nor is there any demonstrated public awareness of it among residents of the surrounding area. Foundation staff were alerted to the existence of SCP-7289-A following the reports of a civilian who claimed to have deliberately followed an individual under the influence of SCP-7289 into its boundaries. Although SCP-7289-A is easily discoverable by those under the influence of SCP-7289, or those who are already aware of its existence, it remains hidden to members of the general public. Field Reports, Compiled 8 December, 2013 The following exploration notes, compiled from field logs recorded between 4 October, 2013, and 3 December, 2013, are provided courtesy of consulting researcher Dr. Lucretius Brown. 4 October, 2013 In spite of the thousands who inhabit SCP-7289-A, this place has the look of a town that's been abandoned for decades. There are few civilians: no workers, no residents, no street sweepers and no shopkeepers. What few businesses operate are fronts for the various gangs that control this territory, and they function only by the loosest standards. It is still not clear how residents obtain the resources they need to survive: though they loot snack foods from empty convenience stores, and give out heroin like it's candy, the goods never run dry. The only other living humans I've observed consistently in SCP-7289-A are the street people. They avoid the gangs at all costs, except to procure drugs or seek protection when they have no other options. They hide in boarded up buildings without heat, water or electricity, and rarely show their faces. I've tried to identify them, or at least learn more about where they came from and how they got here, but my efforts have been ineffective. They all show severely diminished mental capacity, and even if I could conduct a coherent interview, I doubt they would trust me enough to talk. 27 October, 2013 In the past weeks I've gotten to know SCP-7289-A well. I've come to learn the landmarks and shortcuts, territory lines and hiding places. More than that, I've come to understand the heart of those who dwell here. It's easy to see that they were once police. Their disdain for the criminal element is palpable, and their contempt for their surroundings is clear in every broken window and every bullet fired. Every day I wonder if they could come to peace if only they knew where their neighbors came from. As the source of their collective delusion is not well understood, it would be ill-advised to attempt to disrupt it, but some part of me still insists that their rampant paranoia and mistrust may be no delusion at all. It may be nothing more than good old-fashioned fear. 8 November, 2013 When I first began to explore these streets, they seemed to me to be a world of crime with no punishment. I was wrong: this is a world of nothing but punishment. The men here never hesitate to strike out against those who they feel threaten them, and their actions are swift. Graffiti tags on buildings marking territory lines are signed in the dried blood of those who have trespassed. When it rains the gutters flood, and flow with bits and pieces that were discarded in haste. On 35th Street you can't look up without seeing corpses—or what's left of them—hanging from the telephone poles. No matter how far I get from this place, the smell still lingers on the horizon. I recognized the face of one of those corpses from my research: Daniel Warren, age 24. Last year he was placed on administrative leave from the Milwaukee Police Department after providing false testimony regarding an officer-involved shooting. This year he's a decoration: a warning sign along the highway for all who pass through a town that doesn't exist. Researcher's Note Using personal details acquired through extended research, Dr. Brown was able to identify himself to several individuals affected by SCP-7289 as a fellow law enforcement officer, for the purpose of collecting further information, as documented in the following interview logs: Interview Log 7289.01 Date: 15 November, 2013 SCP Number: SCP-7289 Interviewer: Dr. Lucretius Brown Subject: Officer Anthony Baggio, Chicago Police Department Officer Baggio: You were sent by command? Dr. Brown: That's correct. I'm here to check in on your progress. Officer Baggio: Well it's about damn time. I'm out here risking my ass and I don't get so much as a birthday card. Dr. Brown: As I'm sure you understand, the nature of your cover requires discretion. Officer Baggio: Yeah, yeah, I know–it comes with the job, right? Still, almost a month with no word from command and a guy starts to get worried. Researcher's Note: Officer Baggio was last seen outside of SCP-7289 on 4 April, 2006. Dr. Brown: A month? Officer Baggio: Maybe a month and a half. You lose track of time doing this job. Dr. Brown: Can you provide a summary of your activities during this time? Officer Baggio: You haven't been getting my reports? Researcher's Note: No reports have been identified. Dr. Brown: It would be helpful to our understanding to review the details in person. What has been the main focus of your work so far? Officer Baggio: Just trying to survive. Walking around these streets, it's a living nightmare. They're all out for blood. These guys around here are a different breed. I've had to patrol some bad corners in my time, but this…it's like they're not even human. Dr. Brown: From what we understand you've taken some extreme measures to…survive. Officer Baggio: That wasn't in my reports. Dr. Brown: Word gets around. Officer Baggio: It was me or him. It's that simple. If I hadn't done what I did, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you. Maybe it's not by the book, but whoever wrote the book doesn't know shit about what goes on around here. Dr. Brown: Is that why you mounted his head to a fencepost? Officer Baggio: That was to send a message. Maybe you think it's harsh, but it's the only thing these animals understand. And don't believe for a second they wouldn't all do the same to you. Interview Log 7289.02 Date: 22 November, 2015 SCP Number: SCP-7289 Interviewer: Dr. Lucretius Brown Subject: Detective Darren Kennedy, Minneapolis Police Department Dr. Brown: Can you tell me how long you've had this assignment? Det. Kennedy: Isn't that kind of a stupid question? Dr. Brown: Why is it stupid? Det. Kennedy: A week, a month a year…it doesn't matter. Nothing changes. I could work this assignment for the rest of my life, enough evidence to sink the Titanic, and this world would still be going to hell. Dr. Brown: Can you tell me about what you've been doing to stop it? Det. Kennedy: That's a laugh. Sometimes I try to do my duty like a good little boy. Get in close to the ones at the top, document everything that goes on in this cesspit. Dot the i's and cross the t's. Because that's what the Captain wants, isn't it? That's what he thinks will help. Moron. Dr. Brown: And what about the rest of the time? Det. Kennedy: The rest of the time I'm just trying to put the fear of God into every son of a bitch out there. Doing whatever it takes. Dr. Brown: You're not concerned about crossing a line? Det. Kennedy: They cut off a man's head and mounted it to a fencepost. You don't worry about crossing a line when you're dealing with scum like that. You pray you get to be the one to cross it. Dr. Brown: Do you find yourself crossing that line often? Det. Kennedy: Do you see what it's like out there? Have you walked down those streets at night? Dr. Brown: More than a few times. Det. Kennedy: Then you know what has to be done. It's not just the violence. It's not just the anarchy. It's the fear. You can't drive around the corner for a carton of milk in this town without fearing for your life. That's the world these sick bastards have made. So who's going to clean it up? Dr. Brown: You've been undercover here for quite a while. Do you feel like your actions have been worth it? Det. Kennedy: Don't give me that shit. You should know as well as me, when you wear the badge it's not about what you get out of it at the end. It's about sacrifice. Dr. Brown: It seems like you've started engaging in some pretty illicit activities during your time here. Det. Kennedy: I make sacrifices. If you'd ever been undercover you'd know you do whatever it takes to get the job done. It's eat or be eaten. Dr. Brown: According to our reports you took out about five soldiers from a rival gang last month alone. Det. Kennedy: They were already going to Hell. I just sent them off a little early. Is that a crime? Dr. Brown: Well… Det. Kennedy: Don't give me that look. Life means nothing to these animals. Don't think for a minute that they wouldn't do the same to you. Or your wife. Or your kids. Is that what you want? Because I'm willing to do what I have to to make sure that's not a world you ever have to live in. Are you? Dr. Brown: Do you have a wife? Children? Det. Kennedy: Just the wife. Stacey. She always wanted kids but it never happened. Not yet. Dr. Brown: So you're still trying? Det. Kennedy: …I don't think so. Dr. Brown: You don't want children? Det. Kennedy: It's not about what I want. It's not happening. Dr. Brown: Why isn't it happening? Det. Kennedy: …I don't think I'm going back. Dr. Brown: You don't want to go back? Det. Kennedy: It's not about what I want. If I did…if I tried…I don't think I'd ever really be back. I don't think the man Stacey married is the man who'd be coming home. Hell, he might not even be the man who left. So I think I've got to stay. Dr. Brown: For her? Det. Kennedy: For all of them. Like I said, that's why we do what we do. They deserve better than this. 3 December, 2013 My survey of SCP-7289-A has yielded as much data as we're likely to find. It would be nice to have a why or a how at the end of this, but I'll settle for a plan to keep this place off the world's radar for good. This is one project I'll be glad to never see again. The feeling I can't shake is that I've seen a place like this before. When I was still languishing in the public school system, we had a way to deal with problem staff. We called them rubber rooms: a place for teachers who couldn't teach. Maybe they hit a student, maybe they drank on the job, maybe they just had some opinions they didn't know how to keep to themselves. It's hard to fire someone from a job like that, but easy to transfer them. So that's what they did: put them all in a classroom with 30 teachers and no students to do nothing for nine hours a day, five days a week. The Breakfast Club for delinquent pedagogues. But they still got a check. So they still showed up. Then again, no one ever got their head mounted to a fencepost. Order for the Commission of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12. THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS LEVEL 3 CLASSIFIED ACCESS IS RESTRICTED TO AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY Order for the Commission of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 Pursuant to the Director's orders, the assemblage of Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 is hereby designated, under the authority of the Field Operations Unit. MTF Sigma-12 is to be permanently stationed within SCP-7289-A, for the purpose of securing it from civilian intrusion, and preventing breach by anomalous individuals. Owing to the hostile nature of the inhabitants of SCP-7289-A, MTF Sigma-12 are to remain undercover as individuals affected by SCP-7289 for the duration of their service. MTF Sigma-12 operatives are authorized to secure SCP-7289-A by any means necessary, up to and including usage of lethal force. All unit commanders under the Security and Operations Division are hereby ordered to nominate any operatives who have been accused of the following: Use of excessive or unnecessary force Corruption Abuse of alcohol or narcotics Sexual harassment or assault Members of MTF Sigma-12 are to be rotated out of service only with the direct written approval of the Director. — Office of Commissions, Security and Operations Division ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7289" by TheChunk, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7289. 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: Gary, Indiana Author: Paul Sableman License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://flickr.com/photos/pasa/46663048882/in/photostream |
SCP-7290 | keter | Item #: SCP-7290 Special Containment Procedures: Until a method of physically containing SCP-7290 can be devised, hidden sensor arrays are to monitor for SCP-7290 manifestations. Local personnel are to deploy amnestics to SCP-7290-A and any witnesses, and clean the area if needed. Description: SCP-7290 are 9-meter-long translucent, spectral appendages resembling distended human hands with six fingers. SCP-7290 appear near ammunition stores and factories at unpredictable intervals during the night, abducting a lone human (hereafter SCP-7290-A) before ascending and disappearing. SCP-7290-A returns alone after a period between 52 seconds and 4 minutes and immediately falls to the ground. In approximately 80% of cases, SCP-7290-A is recovered with only dizziness and minor injuries from the fall. All instances report the sensation of having been placed within a cold, dark metal tube by SCP-7290 and spun rapidly. Some instances also report mechanical clicking noises, distant incoherent voices, and the odor of alcohol. In the remaining cases, SCP-7290-A abruptly remanifests in a severely mangled state accompanied by a loud gunshot sound and several hundred liters of non-humanoid viscera and bone. Traces of gunshot residue are also identified. One unique case resulted in an unharmed SCP-7290-A instance despite a gunshot occurring in its vicinity. However, the gunshot had a significantly lower volume. Upon debriefing, the instance claimed to briefly glimpse large spectral humanoids after its removal from the metal tube. These humanoids, whose sizes and description are consistent with SCP-7290, allegedly vocalized and discarded a metallic, handheld object. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7290" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7290. 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-7291 | pending | Pinsk Marshes, Belarus. Item #: SCP-7291 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7291 is sealed. It must not be unsealed. A security cordon has been established at a one kilometre radius from its entrance. Individuals found within the cordon without express written permission from the Department of Tactical Theology are to be executed on sight, regardless of credentials or security clearance level. Description: SCP-7291 is a tomb in the Pinsk Marshes, Belarus, near the Pripyat River. The following rough map and architectural summary were recovered from the files of drone technician D. Da Costa subsequent to Incident 7291-1: The tomb is constructed entirely below grade, accessed via a narrow aperture in an inconspicuous natural rock feature. The primary structure is a series of bedrock chambers, with obvious toolmarks indicating they were carved by human or human-adjacent hands. The descent to these chambers is composed of Makrana white marble, as the marsh soil cannot effectively be tunnelled; this material does not occur naturally in Belarus, and must have been imported from the Indian subcontinent. Though Makrana marble is non-porous, and the bedrock is solid, neither material should be impenetrable by the surrounding marsh. Nevertheless, the tomb contains no standing water and the walls do not leak. SCP-7291, initial surveyed layout. The layout is as follows: descending access passage with multiple switchbacks and blind corners; wide forecourt with entrance to the tomb proper; outer chamber; outer burial chamber; inner chamber; inner burial chamber; extensive series of interconnected tunnels. Exploration of the final item has yet to be completed. Over twenty kilometres of tunnel have thus far been mapped. The burial chambers are irregular, rough-hewn structures each containing a single undecorated sarcophagus and several niches obscured with rough plaster, which may or may not contain burial paraphernalia. The sarcophagus in the outer burial chamber was opened before Foundation discovery of SCP-7291. The sarcophagus in the inner burial chamber, the lid of which is flush with the stone floor, was opened subsequently. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Description of SCP-7291's anomalous effect has been deferred until the nomination of a new research team for this file, and completion of an Internal Affairs investigation into Incidents 7291-1 and -2. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Addendum 7291-1, Discovery, Exploration, and Incident: SCP-7291 came to Foundation attention in September of 2022 after a series of unorthodox actions on the part of professional archaeologist Dr. Barys Salavey. Salavey was on a Foundation watchlist after inadvertently uncovering an anomalous ruin beneath a building site in Minsk, Belarus, in 2010. Despite repeated amnesticization, Dr. Salavey continued to sporadically encounter esoteric materials unknown to the Foundation or mainstream archaeology over the succeeding eleven years. After discovering SCP-7291, however, his behaviour became erratic enough to justify his firing from the Belarusian Academy of Sciences, as he did not possess tenure. Said behaviour included: frequent unannounced sabbaticals; redacting citations from his academic work; refusing to reveal sources for peer review; accusing seventeen colleagues of attempted plagiarism; theft of research materials from other academics; theft of artifacts from the Belarusian State Museum, several subsequently identified as anomalous in origin. Dr. Salavey was detained at Area-06 for interrogation. Due to a passing professional familiarity, Dr. Gerhard Kneller of the Foundation Department of Archaeology was selected to conduct Dr. Salavey's intake interview. <Drs. Salavey and Kneller are seated at an interrogation table. The former seems agitated; he will not make eye contact, his eyes are constantly in motion, and he periodically smiles twitchily or nods to himself as if in sudden understanding.> Dr. Kneller: It's good to see you again, Barys. Dr. Salavey: I'll just bet it is. Dr. Kneller: We met at the Polotsk conference in 2012, if you remember. Dr. Salavey: Oh, I remember. Of course I remember you. It all makes sense now. Dr. Kneller: Beg pardon? Dr. Salavey: That's when it all started. The theft. It won't stop me, you know, and you can't stop them. They're crawling towards us from the past, inch by precious inch. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Kneller: You've gotten rather far ahead of my script, Barys, I don't mind telling you. For the record, of whom are you speaking? The ones who are… crawling towards us from the past, as you say? Dr. Salavey: You known damn well, I'll wager. The Daevites. APPENDED FILE: Group of Interest Abridged Profile, "Daevite Empire" (GoI-140) The Daevite Empire was a militaristic, imperialistic theocracy occupying a wide area of south-central Siberia and neighbouring territories until its destruction in the thirteenth century. The Daevites were known for their employment of thaumaturgy, ritualism, slavery, human sacrifice, cannibalism and ontokinetics. Daevite archaeological sites continue to be discovered well beyond the empire's original bounds, representing attempted conquests or the waxing and waning of political power; such sites are almost universally anomalous in nature and prejudicial to human life. The most problematic artifact of the Daevites is, however, a twentieth-century historical monograph describing their sociopolitical history: SCP-140, A Chronicle of the Daevas. When exposed to a sufficient quantity of ink (or any effective ink substitute), the monograph will amend itself to retroactively continue the story of the Empire beyond its supposed destruction. These changes will be written into baseline reality, and the Empire's timeline will expand closer to the present day. This existential threat makes prompt analysis of any and all Daevite sites and artifacts discovered by the Foundation a paramount priority. Dr. Kneller: How is it that you know that word? Daevite? <Dr. Salavey laughs.> Dr. Salavey: You stole my memories, but I got them back. I found them in the dark, found myself, found my purpose. I should thank you for that much. The missing time, the missing files, the blank hole you carved out of my life? It gave me a drive I've never known before. A hunger. I remember you at the conference, Kneller. Lean and hungry fit to starve. You always had the drive, didn't you? And nothing to show for it. <Dr. Kneller stiffens.> Dr. Salavey: Well, I never had anything to show either, but it never mattered to me. I stumbled into archaeology like a drunk to an open bar. I wanted a job where I could spend time out of doors, and get other people to do my heavy lifting. It never mattered to me, before Minsk. Before you people made it matter. But that was nothing, compared to what I found deep down in the earth… <Dr. Salavey shakes his head.> Dr. Salavey: I keep wanting to tell you. It's a devilish secret to keep, you know, wriggling away against the back of my brain. But you don't get to hear it. It's mine, only mine, until… until it belongs to all of us. Dr. Kneller: You're going in circles. Dr. Salavey: I'm leading you in circles, and you're following. Like you always have, am I right? <Dr. Kneller does not respond.> Dr. Salavey: I'm right. And you're not going to get anywhere interesting by nipping at my boot heels, Kneller. You won't make your name by discrediting mine. <Dr. Kneller stands.> Dr. Kneller: We'll speak again after I've examined your work, Barys. Dr. Salavey: You won't find it. And if you do, you won't understand it — it's in a code you'll never break, not in a Daeva's age. And trust me, trust me on this one thing, please. Dr. Kneller: What? Dr. Salavey: You wouldn't want to understand it. MTF Rho-57 ("House Breakers") searched Salavey's last known residence in the city of Pinsk, and successfully located a cache of research materials after a brief search and several minor injuries sustained via interaction with crude household traps. The files were indeed encrypted; RAISA crytographers cracked each cipher in short order, revealing the location of Salavey's most recent and undeclared archaeological work site. A brief drone reconnaissance was performed, mapping the main tomb chambers but stopping short of the rear tunnel network, and the anomaly was classified SCP-7291. Repeated requests to the Department of Containment by Dr. Kneller resulted in his nomination as project lead. He quickly assembled the following team, and arranged their transportation to the Pinsk Marshes. SCP-7291 RESEARCH AND CONTAINMENT TEAM DEPARTMENT OF ARCHAEOLOGY (ARC) Dr. Gerhard Kneller — team lead DEPARTMENT OF HISTORY (HIST) Professor Augustus Booth — expert in eastern European society and culture Professor Reginald Huff — expert in eastern European and Eurasian folkloric practice Dr. Ines Pleško — expert in ancient Daevite society and culture DEPARTMENT OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY (THEO) Dr. Fidelia Quijano — expert in organized religious practice Dr. Máximo Quijano — expert in fringe religious practice ENGINEERING AND TECHNICAL SERVICES DEPARTMENT (ENG/COMM) Chief Ingvar Strand — structural engineer, demolitions expert Technician Christopher Gill — communications technician Technician Joshi Rizwana — mechanical technician LOGISTICS DEPARTMENT (LOG) Hafiz El-Amin — quartermaster DEPARTMENT OF GEOPHYSICS (GEOPHYS) Technician Diogo Da Costa — drone technician MEDICAL DEPARTMENT (MED) Dr. Mariska Lauwers — medic MOBILE TASK FORCES DEPARTMENT (MTF) Captain Rebecca Cassidy — commander, MTF Delta-82 ("Grave Coppers") Agent Miklós Dobos Agent Eduard Panossian Agent Louisette Roussel Agent Isidoro Valenti Dr. Kneller's application for a registered thaumaturge to join the team was rejected by Overwatch Command due to the potentially disastrous risk posed by spiritual possession. Dr. Kneller himself rejected the deployment of Scranton Reality Anchors, citing irreparable damage done to similiar archaeological sites by the use of such equipment. A temporary base camp was established at the mouth of the cave leading to the tomb entrance, where the team were outfitted with lapel cameras and radio transmitters. A second drone survey was carried out, confirming the results of the first, before the entire group began their descent into SCP-7291. All transcripts in the remainder of this file were synthesized from multiple-source camera footage recovered from the site post-incident. <The tunnel slopes down steeply and turns at sharp angles very frequently, though there is sufficient headroom and space for three to walk abreast. The air is filled with particles of dust. Professor Booth places a handkerchief over his nose.> (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: We're sure this is completely safe? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: What? No. Of course not. (ENG) Chief Strand: Did you not see your own drone feed? The tunnel structure is sound, we won't get any cave-ins. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: I'm not worried about cave-ins. I'm worried about— (COMM) Technician Gill: Mummies. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: No, come on. I'm not an idiot. I just mean— (COMM) Technician Gill: Draculas. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Shut up. I mean… <Technician Da Costa nearly sneezes.> (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: I mean, look at all this dust! Shouldn't we be wearing masks? (HIST) Professor Booth: And this is why I never leave home without a pocket handkerchief. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: There's no threat of contagion. I've reviewed the sample tray from the drone. This place is completely sterile… which is a problem of its own, of course, since it's in the middle of a marsh. (COMM) Technician Gill: You certainly wouldn't know it. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Look, we've been over this already. We're the advance party, and we need to get this threat squared away. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: I dunno, it just doesn't seem prudent to risk this many experts in an advance party. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: When you don't send the experts, that's when it becomes dangerous. This site is too precious… too potentially sensitive… to risk anyone blundering around down there uninformed. Should anything happen, we need folks on-hand who know precisely how to deal with it. (HIST) Professor Booth: Which is why you've assembled such a fine collection of experts in esoterica, and not one archaeologist besides your august self. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I seem to think your Augustus self has some archaeological training, do you not? In any event, Dr. Pleško will be taking the lead here. Daevite Empire researchers are almost always generalists. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Why? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Because there's no line between belief and practice, for the Daevites. Their architecture, their artifacts, their rituals, their politics, their magic… it's all connected. You can't understand any of it unless you think holistically. I've trained for decades for an opportunity like this. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: You and me both. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: We're pretty sure this place is Daevite, then? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Salavey seemed certain. (ENG) Chief Strand: Tunnel composition fits the profile, though… roughly. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Very roughly. This is certainly not the Empire's best work; I would say it was put together in great haste. (ENG) Chief Strand: Stone imported from India, and bedrock tunnelling? Never heard anything like that described as 'hasty' before. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I'm speaking of the standards of a technologically-advanced people, for their ever-advancing day. They were experts at bedrock tunnelling. They were fond of deep places. <The team has reached the end of the descent, and are standing in the forecourt. It is a large, roughly cubical cave room only decorated at the southern end, where an ornate entrance portal has been carved.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Still, this is all just conjecture. The tomb could easily have been constructed by locals, using practice learned from the Daevas. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Not very likely. The Daevas didn't teach their techniques, and they didn't encourage literacy amongst their slaves. They were not great disseminators of information, though they did… like to leave… messages… (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Dr. Pleško? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I would say the matter is closed now. <Dr. Pleško indicates the lintel of the doorway. An inscription is visible in the rock face above.> (ENG) Chief Strand: That wasn't on the original feed. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Then it wasn't there. I was thorough. (ENG) Chief Strand: No-one's saying you weren't. (HIST) Professor Booth: My skill stops far short of conjugation, but that looks like ancient Daevite lettering to my half-trained eye. (HIST) Professor Huff: Lose the affect, Augustus, this isn't the BBC. (HIST) Professor Booth: What would you know about the BBC, Reginald? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Shut up, both of you. Is it Daevite, Dr. Pleško? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Of course. Shall I translate? (HIST) Professor Huff: No. (HIST) Professor Booth: Absolutely not. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Hmm. Do you think it's safe? Ines? (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Why wouldn't it be safe? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: The Daevites weren't above encoding curses into their carvings. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: They weren't above much of anything. But yes, I would judge this safe; so far from the heart of the Empire, so long ago, exposed for at least a year if Salavey's notes are anything to go by… if a curse was laid, it will have long since lost its potency. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: The oriykalkos core on the drone didn't crack, correct? (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Right… (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Then I'd wager there's no strong thaumaturgy around the entrance. (COMM) Technician Gill: Why are we wagering now? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: You may proceed, Dr. Pleško. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: It says, and I quote: An omen of warning for those who would steal The secrets sequestered behind the black seal Naught here will you find but what others have lost Your vessels be emptied, and sanguine the cost (COMM) Technician Gill: Uplifting. (HIST) Professor Booth: I am most disturbed. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Don't be dramatic. That's pretty standard spooky go-away tomb stuff, no? (HIST) Professor Booth: I am disturbed by the fact that my esteemed colleague can idiomatically translate ancient Daevite on the fly, actually, and much more disturbed that her translation rhymes in our mother tongue. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Oh. (HIST) Professor Booth: Rather than theirs. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Yes. Yes, that's— (HIST) Dr. Pleško: It does rhyme in theirs, too, actually. (HIST) Professor Booth: Ah! Indeed! That's much worse. I'm not at all happy about that. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: It's certainly an odd sign, but the exploration does need to progress. Captain Cassidy and her agents will remain on high alert, but I think we should proceed. Opinions? I am speaking primarily to the experts in the room, mind you. <Technicians Da Costa and Gill mutter under their breath.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I would say the import of the engraving is clear. There are revelations to be found within the tomb, and we won't like them. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: The implication of mortal peril is also quite clear. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I heard that much from Salavey already. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I think there's also the suggestion that this was sealed up to protect thieves from what's inside, rather than deter them from stealing it. (COMM) Technician Gill: Wow, what a likely story. (HIST) Professor Huff: There's nothing in Belarusian folklore about a 'black seal', for what that's worth. (HIST) Professor Booth: Precious little, but thank you nevertheless. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I can think of half a dozen black seals in Daevic culture, and that's just off the top of my head. (HIST) Professor Booth: Notably absent in the present tableau: any actual black seal. (HIST) Professor Huff: This is a point of concern, yes. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: But unsurprising. We know Salavey was obsessed, so of course he broke the seal and plunged forward. (COMM) Technician Gill: You're just asking for a break-in when you name your seal. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Judging by his manner, I'd say Salavey was certainly affected by a curse of some variety. Possibly from breaking said seal. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: The key to that might be in the inscription as well. 'Your vessels' is presumably a metaphor for our bodies, which will be 'emptied'. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: So we're, what? Gonna puke our guts out? (HIST) Professor Booth: You're not thinking Daevite enough. More likely someone else will pull your guts out. (COMM) Technician Gill: Thank you for the clarification. (HIST) Professor Booth: You're most welcome. (HIST) Professor Huff: I'm starting to feel like the odd man out. I'm not sure I'll have anything to contribute to this investigation, as it's looking very Daevic ind— (MTF) Agent Valenti: Hello there. <A ginger tabby cat has appeared. It sits on its haunches beneath the doorframe, staring at the team. The MTF members raise their weapons.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Daevite cat monsters? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Tree monsters, yes. Dirt monsters, certainly. Cat monsters, definitely not; the Daevites considered cats anathema. They boiled them alive and disposed of their bodies in quarries by the hundreds. Killed every single cat in ancient Daevistan, so they say. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Right, so what's one more. <Captain Cassidy takes aim.> <The cat sneezes.> <Captain Cassidy is surprised, and her shot goes wide. The cat disappears into the tomb again.> (COMM) Technician Gill: Well, got the cat scare out of the way. And nobody's died. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I imagine that was Salavey's cat. He mentions it in his notes; he apparently chased it into the tunnels after he became convinced it was "spying on me, for them." (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Christ. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Hey, watch it. (COMM) Technician Gill: Yeah, we're not trying to invite any deities to the party today. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: In any event, I think we can move on. We'll make camp in either the outer or inner chamber, depending on conditions. Keep an eye out for any more tomb monsters, if you please, people. <Chief Strand sneezes.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Gesundheit. Outer sarcophagus, exterior. Outer sarcophagus, interior. Inner sarcophagus, exterior. A secondary team from the Engineering and Technical Services Department transported the team's equipment and a series of modular partitions into the outer chamber; they were then recalled and extracted for quarantine offsite in order to limit the number of potential exposures to SCP-7291. The remainder of the first day was occupied by the construction of the new interior base camp, including: a partitioned, hermetically-sealable clean room for sensitive communications and computing equipment, including remote monitors for each team member's lapel cameras; a partitioned, hermetically-sealable medical chamber; an open barracks and common room; partitioned washroom facilities, with deep-drilled access to the water table. While the technicians and Chief Strand installed and tested their equipment, the academics combed the five main chambers for artifacts. They produced, in short order: three sharp daggers, one large cleaver, two spears, and numerous sundry pieces of decorative art. Dr. Pleško identified each artifact as Daevite in origin. Dr. Kneller was dissatisfied, calling the agglomeration "nothing but bog-standard grave goods," occasioning a brief altercation with Technician Gill when the latter chose to make light of this word choice given the site's geographical surroundings. The absence of any artifacts or remains in the open sarcophagus was confirmed — consensus was that Dr. Salavey had likely removed anything of value — and Dr. Kneller expressed the opinion that nothing of substance could be learned from the site without examining its closed counterpart. This occasioned several hours of fierce debate before lights-out was ordered just before midnight. On the morning of the second day, Chief Strand performed an x-ray scan of the closed sarcophagus and determined that it was either empty, or impervious to x-rays. The Drs. Quijano performed a series of Akiva and EVE energy tests on both sarcophagi, and found their signatures identically consistent with unmodified baseline reality. Dr. Kneller therefore instructed Technician Rizwana to begin installation and testing of his RAISR equipment — complex stress-equalization lifting devices — on both sarcophagi. The device on the open sarcophagus was used to generate training data for the device on the other, closing and re-opening the lid until a reliable weight and composition profile was generated. Once Rizwana was confident that the second lid could be raised without incident, Dr. Kneller gave the order to make an attempt. <Rizwana is remotely operating his RAISR device from the clean room, and is in contact with the remainder of the team via intercom. The others are watching from the outer chamber camp, on wall-mounted monitors. The outer burial chamber is tightly sealed around the RAISR cable with alternating sheets of ablative absorbent and stiff impermeable antithaumic cellophane.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I still think we're moving too quickly. It's unseemly to rush headlong into blasphemy. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Nothing ventured, et cetera. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: The longer we stay in a Daevite site, the more likely we start feeling adverse effects. We need more data as quickly as possible, to form the basis of a situational assessment. This is the only way to accomplish that. (HIST) Professor Booth: I would stress the value of humility whilst engaged in the act of grave-robbing. Would you like to say a few ritual words, Reginald? (HIST) Professor Huff: Yes. Ahem. <Professor Huff takes a deep breath.> (HIST) Professor Huff: Don't break it. <General laughter.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Thank for you that, Professor Huff. Technician? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: All systems read green, diagnostics check out, all sensors reporting, input lag negligible. Calm day at sea, sir. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Have at it. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Aye aye. Beginning… beg— <Rizwana makes a loud exclamation.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: What was that? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Sorry, sir. I need to wash my hands. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: You can't wash your hands without cycling the airlock and coming outside, and we honestly do not have the time. Why do you— (COMM) Technician Gill: Hey, Joshi, tell me you didn't just sneeze in the clean room. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Oh, fucking hell. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Gesundheit, God dammit. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Again, folks, please refrain from— <Dr. M. Quijano places one arm on his wife's shoulder. She sighs, and shakes her head.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I really do need to wash my hands right now, sir. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Did you sneeze into your hands, technician? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: No, sir, but— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Did you get so much snot on your hands that they're slick with snot, and you can't get a grip on the controls? As though you were a small child, perhaps? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I sneezed into the crook of my elbow, sir, but that's not— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Did you sneeze all over your monitor, utterly coating it with an impermeable layer of mucous material so that you can't see your readouts? Did you sneeze directly onto an exposed length of electrical cable? Because technician, technician, unless you are materially inhibited from performing your duties as of this moment, I am asking you to confirm that your systems remain unaffected by this… nasal outburst, and lift that God-damn lid. <Silence on recording.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: All systems go, sir. Will proceed. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Thank you. (HIST) Professor Huff: Actually, hold up a mo. Why did you want to wash your hands? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Doesn't matter. Let's get this over with. (HIST) Professor Huff: But— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Let the man do his job, like the trained professional he is. <Rizwana inputs commands into his console. The floor surface around the sarcophagus is surrounded by eighteen complex rod-and-joint assemblies which begin to unfold and extend, forming a protective shell around the lid. Smaller rods emerge from secondary joints, probing pockmarks and scars, shoring up minor stress fractures and insinuating themselves through the tight seal. When the entire lid is supported and clamped, Rizwana sighs.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Problem? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: No, sir. On your go. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Let's make history. <The RAISR device begins to lift the sarcophagus lid. There is no obvious exchange of gases in the newly-connected spaces. The rods flex according to automatic pressure sensors, following the training data and specific commands from Rizwana.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Lord, that's… sorry. Man, that's a lot of stress fracturing, if this load data is to be believed. The entire thing must be spiderwebbed with cracks and hollows inside, which really ought to have turned up on the x-ray. (ENG) Chief Strand: I triple-checked that x-ray. Are you saying I didn't— <Rizwana exclaims again, much more loudly, and jerks the controls hard to one side. The support rods on the device flex abruptly in obvious response to this input, and the lid shifts. One corner dips into the hollow; there is a series of loud cracking sounds, and the entire slab of stone breaks into multiple large fragments which tumble into the sarcophagus with a crash.> <Silence on recording.> <Professor Huff sneezes.> <Dr. M. Quijano glances at Dr. Kneller, who is turning red and shaking.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Gesundheit, both of you. Dr. Lauwers and the Drs. Quijano re-tested the antithaumic cellophane while Dr. Kneller called an emergency meeting in the wake of this incident. <The team is arranged in a rough circle at the centre of the outer chamber base camp. All are seated save for Dr. Kneller, who is pacing back and forth and waving his arms in the air.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Are you allergic to swamps, Rizwana? <Technician Rizwana is staring at the floor.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: No, sir. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Are you allergic to dust, Rizwana? Or the absence thereof, in that perfect little working environment we built at great expense for you? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: No, sir. Not that I— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Is it the spirit of scientific inquiry you're allergic to, then? <Silence on recording.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Well? Are you allergic to the grand collaborative project of acquiring knowledge on the contours of our ever-advancing past? Is that why you sneezed, twice, in the middle of what should have been… <Dr. Kneller appears incapable of further speech.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: You should have let me wash my hands. (HIST) Professor Booth: Do tell. (HIST) Professor Huff: I believe I might be of assistance, actually. (HIST) Professor Booth: That would be a first. (HIST) Professor Huff: I'm surprised you don't know this one, Augustus, blowhard that you are. Every culture has its own unique superstitions regarding the humble sneeze— (HIST) Professor Booth: Oh, preserve us. (HIST) Professor Huff: —and as I feel confident in presuming that Technician Rizwana is of Hindu extraction— (HIST) Professor Booth: Listen to yourself, man. (HIST) Professor Huff: —it seems reasonable to assume he was struck, in the heat of the moment, with a memory of the injunction against inaugurating any task of importance immediately subsequent to the act of sternutation. (COMM) Technician Gill: Sternuwhat? (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Sneezing. (HIST) Professor Huff: In India, the custom is to wash one's hands after sneezing. If one does not, ill fortune is sure to follow. (HIST) Professor Booth: And you called me out for BBC-speak. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Are you FUCKING SERIOUS? <Silence on recording.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Rizwana, I consulted each curriculum vitae very closely indeed before selecting the members of this team. If the word 'imbecile' had appeared anywhere on yours, I'm next to certain I would have noticed it. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I don't believe it, sir. But in tense moments, you like to be sure that— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: You let yourself get distracted by a… a fantasy, and you destroyed, utterly ruined a priceless piece of ancient archaeology. (HIST) Professor Booth: Medieval, really. <Dr. Kneller ignores him.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I'm sure your gods would be ever so pleased. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Respectfully, sir, I have no gods. <Dr. Lauwers and the Drs. Quijano rejoin the group.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Sorry for the delay. You all still slagging off gods in blatant disregard of my repeated warnings? Yes? Awesome. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I've done with the faithless. Please tell me the faithful have good news. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: No Akiva or thaumic emissions from the coffin whatsoever. I don't think there was anything supernatural to disturb in there. Maybe nothing at all; it could've been empty, like the other. The sheets remain clean, so far as we can tell from this side; no ablation, no discolouration, readings still normal. (COMM) Technician Gill: There's a bedsheets joke to be made there, but this probably isn't the time. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: I'm not seeing any new pathogens either. I'd expect to see something if there were ever a burial in the sarcophagus. We won't know for sure without shifting those rocks, of course, but… (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Not it. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: That's got 'D-class' written all over it. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Oh, for sure. You would want to introduce slaves into a Daevite environment, wouldn't you? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I'm sorry? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I… I'm sorry too. Sorry. Just ignore me for a second. <Dr. F. Quijano rubs her temples. Her husband examines her with evident concern.> (ENG) Chief Strand: I am also unenthused at the prospect of shifting cursed rocks. (COMM) Technician Gill: Sounds like we're putting in an order, then, (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I… I'm just really, really concerned about the theological implications here. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: You would be. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Yes, fine, that's fair play but hear me out. We might not be in any physical danger, we might not be able to measure any new threat here, but this place was definitely sacred to someone at some point. It is a tomb. It's been consecrated. We don't know who it's consecrated to, unless someone's found, I don't know, more carvings or whatnot… (HIST) Dr. Pleško: If they have, they've been hiding them from the resident Daevite Empire expert. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: …but I'd be very surprised if it's anything that likes having its sarcophagi smashed about. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: You're all acting like I did this on purpose. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: The evidence is strongly against you being able to do anything on purpose. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Alright, lay off. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: You lay off, god-botherer. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: "God-botherer"? (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: I'm already sick of this qualitative nonsense. You've done your measurements, you've checked the real metrics, and nothing's wrong. Moving on. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Well, I'm sorry that I can't yet provide a scientific measure for deific offense after accidental sacrilege. I promise to get back to you soon as I can with that. <Dr. F. Quijano pats her husband's arm.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Some day they'll name the SI unit after you. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Look, the door is still open. We should just leave, and I don't know, dynamite the place. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: We do have lots of dynamite, and someone who knows how to use it. (ENG) Chief Strand: I'm not keen on being the fulcrum of an act of historical vandalism. As the man with the fuses, I vote against using them. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: As the man with the letters patent from Overwatch fucking Command, I beg leave to remind you all that none of you have votes. <Silence on recording.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Here's what's going to happen. Gill and I are going to radio Overwatch for instructions, and I will inquire about D-class requisition. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Seems like that's my bailiwick, sir. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I have no further interest in bailiwicks. I want something done here correctly, for a change. Go tend your stocks. I want those sheets triple-checked again, while the rest of you keep looking for finds or analyzing architecture, such as it is. Nobody is to return to the surface until I say so; I definitely don't want some civilian spotting us and scuppering the entire dig. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: The upstairs base camp is well-concealed, sir. I'd say the odds— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Shut up, and do as I say. <Silence on recording.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: This is still the finest para-archaeological site in Belarus, ladies and gentlemen, and I will be thrice-God-damned if we leave it empty-handed. Dr. Kneller subsequently reported to the team that Overwatch Command had instructed them to remain at the site for the time being, and to follow his orders to the letter, to wit: continue searching and monitoring the accessible portions of the tomb, and await the arrival of D-class personnel before attempting to breach the antithaumic cellophane. Three team members reported difficulty achieving rest that night, and Dr. Lauwers administered soporifics. At 1:32 the following morning, while the majority of the team slept in the outer chamber, the entire tomb was rocked by a violent explosion which deposited dust and small stones on every exposed surface. The clean and medical rooms were unaffected, as their partition walls shored up the cave ceiling, but significant equipment damage was suffered across the remainder of the camp. No injuries were reported, though the dust content in the air increased significantly. Captain Cassidy investigated the source of the explosion and found the forecourt now filled with an insurmountable wall of rubble, from which the communications cable to the surface camp emerged. The rubble was stained with blasting powder and residue. A team meeting immediately followed this discovery. <All team members are present in the main camp. Technician Rizwana, Chief Strand and Professor Huff, having been administered soporifics earlier in the night, appear exhausted. Professor Booth is alternating between taking deep breaths and massaging his nose with his pocket handkerchief.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: First things first. Comms? (COMM) Technician Gill: Well, there's a pile of scenic and historical Makrana marble on top of my cable, so that's definitely fucked. No signal. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Oh, god. <Dr. F. Quijano visibly restrains herself from response.> (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Is there enough space between the stones for oxygen to keep filling the tomb? (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Oh, god, oh god… (ENG) Chief Strand: Shut up. Yes, I think so, and there's more good news on that note. I spent yesterday evening examining every nook and cranny in the rooms we have access to, and I'm pretty sure I identified a few thin shafts cut diagonally into the walls here and there. I don't know how they're penetrating the marsh soil, but if they terminated with the bedrock the whole place would be leaking like a sieve, and it isn't, so they don't. Meaning these are air holes, in case I wasn't clear enough. Assuming some of them are still open, we're probably fine… so long as we don't stay down here indefinitely. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Staying indefinitely is off the table anyway. We've got lots of supplies still, but indefinitely is a lot longer than lots. <The cat appears at the forecourt end of the base camp. It regards the team evenly.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Rematch. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Don't. Don't go burning off what air we do have with unnecessary gunplay. I see nothing to suggest that creature poses any greater menace to our safety than Rizwana's incompetence. <Rizwana, sulking in a corner and ignoring the conversation, does not respond.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I suppose we do have more dangerous game to hunt. (HIST) Professor Booth: To what, precisely, do you refer? <Chief Strand walks up to the cat, which regards him cautiously. He kneels to stroke its flanks. It immediately begins to purr.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I mean, precisely, that someone used blasting powder to bring down the entranceway. Very likely someone in this camp right now. (HIST) Professor Booth: But why? It's not that I'm not enjoying your diverse and colourful company, friends, but the cardinal virtue of friends as opposed to family is that one may take and leave them as one pleases. One may, so to speak, walk away. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Maybe someone here doesn't want to walk— <The cat sneezes. Chief Strand recoils in surprise.> (HIST) Professor Huff: SEIZE HIM! <Silence on recording. Professor Huff is pointing at Chief Strand.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Sorry, what? (HIST) Professor Huff: You idiot! He was distracted. Don't you see? It was him! <Chief Strand stands up slowly.> (ENG) Chief Strand: Pardon? (HIST) Professor Huff: You set off the charges. You're the demolitions expert! The rest of us don't know the first thing about blasting. Most of us are paper-pushers! And you're the only one who could take a wall down without bringing the whole cave down on top of our heads. You want us trapped here, not dead. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Don't take this as encouragement to continue, Professor, but: Chief Strand, I don't precisely recall seeing you in your bunk last night. (ENG) Chief Strand: Well, I was there. If you'd wanted a punch-clock system in place, Captain, you should have said so at the outset. <Chief Strand points at Professor Huff.> (ENG) Chief Strand: What reason would I have for blowing up our only way out of here, do you think? (HIST) Professor Huff: I don't think it had anything at all to do with reason. I think you're beyond reason, now. (HIST) Professor Booth: What on Earth are you driving at, Reginald? (HIST) Professor Huff: The sneezing. <Silence on recording.> (COMM) Technician Gill: I don't think that had the revelatory impact you expected, sir. (HIST) Professor Huff: The sneezing, the sneezing! Can't you see? First Rizwana sneezes, then immediately fouls up a foul-proof system and breaks that sarcophagus, releasing god knows what into the air— (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: No gods, no miasma, no nothing. (HIST) Professor Huff: Nothing you can measure! I'd wager that second sneeze was a blind, a farce, all for show. He sneezed, then purposely broke the seal and put us all in immortal danger. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I manifestly do not follow. (HIST) Professor Huff: And then Strand sneezed, after the first disaster, and a few hours later what happens? He causes a worse disaster of his very own, sealing us in here with whatever his friend over there let loose. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I'm sorry, have we escalated me to malicious actor based on two sneezes now? It's dusty as hell down here. Even the damn cat is sneezing. What's that supposed to signify? (HIST) Professor Huff: There might not be any Belarusian folklore about black seals, but sneezes? As I stated earlier, every culture has their own unique take on the sneeze. The cult of the mystic Arciom of Sluck from the Principality of Polotsk tells us that a sneeze in a profane place signifies possession by the unhappy ancestral dead. (HIST) Professor Booth: If memory serves, the cult of the mystic Arciom of Sluck from the Principality of Polotsk also tells us that cat urine is a potent sedative. Are you in desperate need of another tranquilizer, Reginald? We have a cat close to hand. If not, could you please reach deep down inside and catch hold of yourself? (ENG) Chief Strand: Demons. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: What? (ENG) Chief Strand: When you sneeze, demons can get inside. Inside of you. That's what my grandmother always told me. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Oh, for crying out— (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Ingvar, listen to me. That's just an old wives' tale. There's nothing in the canonical archives— (COMM) Technician Gill: Are you trying to calm him down with old husbands' tales? (ENG) Chief Strand: That's what it is, isn't it? Demons, just like she said. The Daevites were demon-worshippers. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: That is a gross mischaracterization. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Sure, take their side again. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: They don't have a side, pastor. They're extinct. (ENG) Chief Strand: Possessed by demons. Possessed by demons? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I'm not a pastor. I have a doctorate. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: You have a doctorate in divinity. And so far you've done a marvellously poor job of healing anyone's soul, with your constant hectoring and language-policing. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Look, can we just stop— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Alright, which one should I shoot first? (HIST) Professor Huff: Shoot Strand! He's lost, and so is Rizwana. Ines, Ines, how did that rhyme on the lintel go again? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: "Naught here will you find but what others have lost"? (HIST) Professor Huff: "Your vessels be emptied, and sanguine the cost." Yes. That's it. That's all of it. <Technician Rizwana backs up to the tomb wall, slowly.> (HIST) Professor Huff: This place is chock-a-block with the souls of lost Daevic ancestors, all of them searching desperately for purchase. And we're all free real estate now, because we lost our souls when we broke that sarcophagus. The sneezes are the smoking gun. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: It takes an awful lot to offend my sense of blasphemy, Professor, but you've finally managed it. My soul is right where it's supposed to be, thank you very much, and so is yours. (HIST) Professor Huff: No, no, it's all falling in place now. That's why I couldn't sleep. I'm lost. And you're lost, and you! <Professor Huff points at Chief Strand and Technician Rizwana. The latter is edging along the wall towards the clean room.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Reginald, please. Your argument has no internal logic. Either you're tired because you've lost your soul, or we can pick up Daevite souls by sneezing. You can't have it both ways. You sneezed. (HIST) Professor Huff: Well… fine. Maybe the sneezes have nothing to do with it. Rizwana spent a lot of time training his doohickey on the old sarcophagus, maybe it… maybe that took his soul, and then he broke the sarcophagus to take care of the rest of us, and— (MTF) Agent Valenti: Captain! <Technician Rizwana has sprung into motion, fleeing through the clean room door. He shuts and locks it as Captain Cassidy raises her weapon. While their attention is distracted, Chief Strand grabs Agent Dobos' sidearm from its holster and elbows him in the stomach.> (ENG) Chief Strand: Stay away from me! Nobody m— <Agent Dobos tackles Chief Strand, who stumbles back towards the inner burial chamber. Two gunshots occur in quick succession, and Chief Strand runs weeping from the room. Agent Dobos falls to the floor, and Dr. Lauwers rushes to her side. The agent is already bleeding profusely.> <The sound of ripping plastic is audible in the far distance, as well as Chief Strand's panicked scream.> (ENG) Chief Strand: DEMONS! <Silence on recording.> (COMM) Technician Gill: What? Despite Dr. Lauwers' best efforts, Agent Dobos died within minutes of Chief Strand's escape. Dr. Lauwers and the Drs. Quijano assessed the ruined thaumic cellophane, and reaching no further conclusions, determined that there was no longer any reason to sequester the team in the outer chamber. Captain Cassidy established an emergency security cordon at the entrance to the rear tunnels with her remaining agents. Technician Rizwana refused to open the clean room door — he could be seen in the window emphatically shaking his head, and would not open the intercom despite explicit written instructions and particularly explicit visual threats from Captain Cassidy. Technician Da Costa resumed drone mapping the interior tunnels, attempting to locate both an alternate exit and Chief Strand. At midnight, Professor Booth called another team meeting to discuss the probable cause of the day's events. <The remaining team, minus Agent Panossian, Technician Da Costa and Technician Rizwana, are assembled in the base camp. Dr. Kneller is examining a university-bound manuscript, and facing away from the group.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Thank you all for coming. (COMM) Technician Gill: We are trapped in a cave. (HIST) Professor Booth: Be that as it may, I don't know how else to begin a lecture. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Why are you lecturing? What we need is an action plan. And why did you call the meeting? What's up with Kneller? <Dr. Kneller does not respond.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Leave him be for the moment. Reginald, I could use your help with this presentation. <Professor Huff's eyes are glazed over. He shrugs.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Well, chime in if you get the notion. I could use your help with some of the… frothier aspects of this narrative. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Why aren't we listening to Pleško instead? She's the Daevite expert. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I am still formulating hypotheses. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Oh, great. Formulating hypotheses. That's terrific. (COMM) Technician Gill: You've slipped effortlessly into Da Costa's role as Team Eeyore, I see. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Shut the fuck up. You don't even have a job here anymore. (HIST) Professor Booth: The point of this meeting, increasingly ungentlepeople, is to develop a working framework to explain what's happening to us. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Low oxygen. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: Not hardly. We're still breathing deep. CO2 levels haven't changed. Strand was probably on the money about those air vents, and we're damn lucky they weren't damaged by the explosion. (HIST) Professor Huff: Lucky. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Yeah, exactly. More like he knew they wouldn't be damaged, when he caused the explosion. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: In fairness, we don't know it was him. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Do we not? He just shot a woman in cold blood— (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Rambling about demons and running in terror constitute hot blood, I would think. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: And you're the resident hot blood expert, right? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Guilty. (HIST) Professor Booth: This provides a suitable segue to our first thorny dilemma: was Chief Strand possessed by a demon, via involuntary nasal spasm? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Ugh. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: My husband prefers to think of demons as metaphorical. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Metaphors don't pull triggers. (HIST) Professor Booth: Quite. Whatever was wrong with Chief Strand, it had very tangible effects. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: I'm assuming there's an explanation buried somewhere behind all this… preface? (HIST) Professor Booth: A candidate, at the least. Dr. Pleško, what is the relationship between the Daevite Empire and this region of Belarus? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: They were here for a period not exceeding one year, in the twelfth century. They withdrew their armies after significant civil unrest in the home provinces — one of the many events that killed them off entirely, before the communal drafting of SCP-140 pushed the timeline forward again. The prevailing theory for why they gave up Belarus is economic: too costly to remain for too little material gain. Well beyond the periphery of empire, no resources they didn't already have in abundance. Not even enough slaves or sacrificial subjects to whet their appetites. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Jesus. <His wife swats the back of his head.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: So, they cut their losses and left without leaving much trace on the landscape. That's the present orthodoxy; all we've ever seen are scattered camps in major population centres, like Salavey's excavations in Minsk and Pinsk. (HIST) Professor Huff: Wasting time. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I'm inclined to agree, but time is all we've got to waste. I take it the… present orthodoxy, doesn't convince you? Booth? (HIST) Professor Booth: No, it does not. The Daevites did not retreat from anything. Ever. It was not a word in their vocabulary. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Daku. (HIST) Professor Booth: It was a figure of speech, thank you. What I mean to say is that theirs was a history of advance. I do not believe they would have abandoned this place unless the very Earth were salted. Useless. Uninhabitable. Perhaps this was the epicentre of some disaster which forced their collective hand. (COMM) Technician Gill: You think they tried to dig a tomb, and dug something up instead. (HIST) Professor Booth: Could be, could be. Or maybe they tried to dig a tomb and dedicate it to some deity of their own design, and found it exceeding specifications? Or more frightful still, perhaps a local power interrupted their consecration and claimed the space for its own? No land on Earth is devoid entirely of gods, you know. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Dr. Pleško, does this hold water? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Perhaps. With modifications, perhaps. The inscription could have been added to the lintel after the disaster, as… set dressing. Trying to frame this place as a tomb with a protective curse on it, to… lure in tomb robbers? Force them to deal with whatever horrors the Daevites woke up. Or worse… <Dr. Pleško laughs.> (COMM) Technician Gill: 'Worse', she says, and then she laughs. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Call it a "Eureka!" moment. What if they cursed this place intentionally? Labelled it misleadingly, and left it as a landmine for their ungrateful un-subjects to tread on when they'd gone? They could have seeded dozens of these things throughout the marshes, and we've only found the first so far. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Which would mean… (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Right. (HIST) Professor Booth: This isn't a tomb, it's— (HIST) Professor Huff: A trap. <Professor Booth pats Professor Huff on the back, lightly. The latter ignores the gesture.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: And we've got our foot stuck in it now, don't we? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Thanks to Strand. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Thanks to me. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: This wasn't your fault, Gerry. Nobody could have predicted— (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I dynamited the entrance. <Silence on recording.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I beg your pardon. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I dynamited the entrance. You were right, Fidelia, when you suggested there was someone who didn't want to walk away. That was me. I didn't want… I couldn't walk away. Not with… not with nothing. Not again. <Silence on recording.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I've been with the Department of Archaeology for thirty-four years. I've never so much as been shortlisted for a leadership position. I've written a dozen monographs that nobody reads, I've supervised two dozen doctors who went on to exceed me at half my age, I've managed countless digsites that never meant anything to anyone, and… and I've never seen anything as perfect as this place. It has all the signs. You say there was nothing in those sarcophagi? I beg to differ. Salavey found something in the first, and I was meant to find something in the other. There were secrets, and some of them, they're still there. Waiting for us. This poisoned soil is rich with promise. This was the site to make my career, do you see? This was going to be my legacy. If I could understand this— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Have you sneezed? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: What? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Have you sneezed? Since you've been down here? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I don't— <Captain Cassidy draws her sidearm and points it at Dr. Kneller.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Have. You. Sneezed. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: No? I haven't sneezed. Not once. You can… you can check my camera feed, if you like. (COMM) Technician Gill: Or, you know, we can't, since the feeds go to cleanroomistan and we don't go there anymore. <The intercom activates.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I'm taking a look. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Have you been listening in this entire time? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Open that god-damn door! (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Sorry, no souls allowed in the clean room. Just us empty vessels. (HIST) Professor Booth: I don't believe your jest coheres to any of the schema proposed thus far. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Okay, well, upsetting as this revelation is— (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: You killed us, do you realize that? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Hafiz, I'm— (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Twenty years on your projects, the best years of my life, and this is what it gets me? You think everyone here doesn't want to know what's going on with this place? You think we would have just turned and walked away? You didn't even… you didn't even ask if we wanted to stay! (ARC) Dr. Kneller: You think I didn't hear you talking about dynamiting the place? You lost faith in the work, and I lost faith in you. I'm sorry, but it's not like this wasn't partially your f— (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Wow, your penitent streak doesn't run far, does it? Feeling sorry for us couldn't keep you from feeling sorry for yourself for more than five minutes. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I will be judged for what I've done, but history will judge— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Shut up. I'm clearing out one of Strand's closets, and I'm putting you in it. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: That seems a little… extreme? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Does it, though? He could've killed us all. He's no engineer! (COMM) Technician Gill: And don't sell him short; he still could have killed us all. We haven't got an exit strategy yet. (HIST) Professor Booth: As upsetting as this revelation is… <Professor Booth nods at Dr. F. Quijano.> (HIST) Professor Booth: …it does rather throw a spanner in the works as well. If Dr. Kneller performed his act of… method faith without the benefit of an ancient curse, we are faced with the possibility that Chief Strand's moment of weakness was an isolated outburst. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: "Moment of weakness"?! (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Look. Until Overwatch says otherwise, I— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: You don't get to talk. As of this moment, I'm in command of the digsite. We're going to sit tight, stay in the camp, and wait for HARMA to show up with those D-class. They'll see the entrance is compromised, and dig us out. (ARC) Dr. Kneller: No, I'm afraid they rather won't. <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Further revelations, Dr. Kneller? (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Nobody's coming. I told Overwatch to quarantine the skip, and not to come down until either they receive an all-clear or thirty days have passed. The extent of our rations, you understand. <Silence on recording.> <Many voices speaking at once, all audio unclear.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: I am sorry. Truly very sorry. (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: YOU SON OF A BITCH! <Quartermaster El-Amin shoves Dr. Kneller, who remains seated. He drops his monograph, and El-Amin looks down at it briefly: Yazidi Pilgrimage Sites, an Incremental Analysis by Gerhard F. Kneller.> (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: You stupid… (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Yes. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Everyone needs to calm down. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Yes, everyone except for me needs to calm down. <Captain Cassidy moves to the weapons locker, and removes a pump-action shotgun.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I am trained in crowd control, you should know. <Dr. Kneller stands. He pushes his monograph beneath the bench he was sitting on with one shoe.> (ARC) Dr. Kneller: It doesn't matter who did what. It matters why. We all want the same thing right now: to find out what's going on in this tomb, how it works, and how we can protect ourselves from it. Learning the secrets and surviving the next four weeks, they're one and the same— <Captain Cassidy pumps the shotgun, and Dr. Kneller falls silent.> (HIST) Professor Booth: I've been quite upstaged, I admit, but the original purpose of this meeting remains sound. As my colleague says, we must understand wh— <Dr. Kneller sneezes.> (MTF) Agent Roussel: Captain! Shoot him! (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Nobody's shooting anyb— <Dr. Kneller cries out in pain and shock, reaching up to clutch at his forehead before toppling backward, striking his head on the edge of the bench with a loud cracking sound. There is blood and hair left on the bench as he strikes the stone floor next; the second cracking sound is significantly softer, and wetter. Captain Cassidy looks down at the shotgun in shock. She has not fired it.> (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: GERHARD! (ARC) Dr. Kneller: Somebody… say… gesund… <Dr. Lauwers rushes to Kneller's side with her first aid kit, and examines him.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: …he's dead? (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: No! Why?! (MTF) Captain Cassidy: You gave him a fucking heart attack! (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: I gave him…?! You're the one with the goddamn shotgun! (MED) Dr. Lauwers: It wasn't a heart attack. He reached for his head, not his chest. I think he burst an aneurysm. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: After he sneezed. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: What? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I heard it too. He sneezed, before he screamed. (HIST) Professor Booth: Further evidence, I'm afraid. <Quartermaster El-Amin looks at Professor Booth with wide eyes.> (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Explain what that means. (HIST) Professor Booth: Dr. Kneller was not a young man. If whatever malign influence pervades this place was trying to enter into him at his moment of weakness, it may have been too much for his system. Shocked the poor fellow to death. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Doctor? (MED) Dr. Lauwers: You want me to perform a post-mortem demonic possession rejection test? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: We do actually have something like that, at Tactical Theology. Wish we'd brought one along. <Agent Panossian and Technician Da Costa return to the camp.> (MTF) Agent Panossian: What's going on? We heard shouting. (GEOPHYS) Technician Da Costa: Is that Kneller?! <Agent Panossian sneezes. He shakes his head, then sneezes again more forcefully, with intent.> <Silence on recording.> <Captain Cassidy strikes Agent Panossian with the butt of her weapon, and catches him as he falls unconscious.> Agent Panossian was sequestered in the medical room for monitoring. Dr. Lauwers induced a medical coma via her supply of soporifics, which she then administered to the majority of the team to allow them to sleep through the night. Technician Rizwana reported that Dr. Kneller's lapel camera footage showed no evidence of him having sneezed prior to that night's meeting; he further reported that he was now reviewing the footage for all other team members. The corpses of Agent Dobos and Dr. Kneller were removed to one of the dead end tunnels beyond the inner burial chamber. During the latter procedure, Technician Da Costa disappeared along with the control mechanisms for his drone. Captain Cassidy ordered that all future ventures into the tunnels utilize the 'buddy system' to prevent further disappearances. Only Professor Huff disregarded this admonishment; he took to wandering the tunnels alone, returning as the mood took him, largely unresponsive to attempts to engage him in conversation. <Professors Booth and Huff and Dr. Lauwers are sitting at the head of a folding table in the approximate centre of the camp. The remaining team members are arranged around the room, paying different degrees of attention to their speech.> (HIST) Professor Booth: What we are saying is that this concept of the humble sneeze as a trigger for calamity is not so outrageous as it might at first blush appear. What we are saying is, it's possible that the superstitions appertaining thereto were derived from this place, or places like it. Outposts of Daevic nasal warfare. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: And what I am saying is that this isn't particularly useful information. It's much more valuable to know why we sneeze, and how to stop it, than it is to waste our precious air floating theories we can't prove. (HIST) Professor Booth: Our medic doesn't seem to value your precious folklore very highly, does she, Reginald? I suspect you've something to say about that. <Professor Huff shrugs, and looks away.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: Sneezing is a reflex action. A stimulus response. It's involuntary, but there are ways to both cause and prevent it, to a degree. You should avoid dramatic changes in both temperature and light level. Sudden flashes can be extremely dangerous, in terms of triggering a sneeze. (MTF) Agent Valenti: I know this came up before, but should we not be wearing masks? (MED) Dr. Lauwers: In any other context, I would say yes. But: the evidence suggests each sneeze represents a difficulty faced only by the sneezer, and airborne particulates do not come into it, and— (HIST) Professor Booth: It's deuced difficult to breathe down here already. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: Yes. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: And masks might prevent us from noticing when someone does sneeze. (MED) Dr. Lauwers: Also yes. Now, on to prevention: if you feel one coming on, use your tongue to tickle the roof of your mouth. Under normal circumstances I'd tell you not to suppress a sneeze, as that can cause serious damage, but if worse comes to worst it might be worthwhile to try simply plugging your nose. (HIST) Professor Booth: If the operative effect is something emerging from, or entering, the nasal passages, that might be true. But what of the expulsion of breath? It has to come out eventually, one way or another, and medieval Europeans believed… well, what did they believe, Reginald? <Professor Huff shrugs again.> (HIST) Professor Booth: …no matter. Where the sneeze is an indicator that something awry has occurred, is it so very helpful to prevent the outward sign? (HIST) Professor Huff: Is that why you keep putting your handkerchief over your face? So they can't tell if you've just sneezed, or not? <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: He's got a point. I have my eye on you, Professor Gin and Tonic. (HIST) Professor Huff: If you're hoping to thin the competition in the arena of Daevite expertise, Inez dear, you should know that I thoroughly flunked Ontokinetic Civilizations on our Departmental Quals. Exploration of the tunnels continued in earnest as the need to discover an exit became more urgent. <Dr. F. Quijano and Captain Cassidy are moving along a dark stretch of tunnel. Captain Cassidy is placing small, round worklights on the wall as they progress.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: The idea that your heart stops when you sneeze dates back to the Renaissance. When we say "God bless you," we're actually speaking straight to the heart, as it were. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I did not request this information. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Some people say it really started during the Black Death, but I don't know if I buy that. I've seen equally-good arguments for people becoming less and more religious during that period, as a result of trauma, and the cited sources are spotty at best. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: If I'm doing something to give you the impression— (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: For a time, the standard protocol was to perform the sign of the cross whenever you sneezed. Edict of Pope Gregory. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Doctor Quijano. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Sorry, but Booth's last meeting really got me thinking and we need to work this through. I wonder at a man so steeped in academic rigour as Kneller succumbing so completely to superstition, you know? He used his last moments on Earth to complain that nobody wished him good health — that's what Gesundheit means, in German. It's not particularly religious, just magical thinking, and— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Religion is magical thinking. <Silence on recording.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: When you come up with the retort, do us both a favour and simply imagine my reaction. <Dr. M. Quijano and Agent Valenti are exploring an exceptionally dusty tunnel. Agent Valenti is forced to brush dust off the walls before affixing his worklights.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I still worry that there might be some sort of local trigger for these phenomena that we don't know about. I really wish I could pick Huff's brain. (MTF) Agent Valenti: I saw him in one of these tunnels earlier today. He was staring at a blank wall. I asked him why he didn't at least go stare at something interesting, and he said "Nothing is interesting." (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: He's absolutely convinced that he has no soul, now. (MTF) Agent Valenti: I mean, so am I, but for different reasons. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Don't believe in them? (MTF) Agent Valenti: Yeah, not particularly. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Sensible. (MTF) Agent Valenti: Eh? Aren't you a pastor? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Who keeps telling people we're pastors? In any case, don't give up on Huff. Don't give up on anybody. We keep muddling around, in our own ways, we're bound to stumble over a solution before too long. (MTF) Agent Valenti: Oh, for sure. I still like to think we'll make it out of this alright. <Agent Valenti smiles.> (MTF) Agent Valenti: After all, the cat sneezed. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: What? (MTF) Agent Valenti: It didn't come up at the meet, and I felt silly bringing it up, but. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Go on? <Agent Valenti appears to be embarrassed.> (MTF) Agent Valenti: Cats sneezing is good luck. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Absolutely… breathtaking. <Dr. Pleško and Agent Roussel are standing at the end of a tunnel branch, facing a large dead-end cavern completely filled with fossilized plant matter. A massive tangle of roots and gnarled trunks stretches from the floor to the distant ceiling, all of it coated with a thick layer of dust.> (MTF) Agent Roussel: What is it? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: It's… <Dr. Pleško pinches her nose.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: …wow, it's dusty in here. It's the remains of a small army of tree golems, agent. These are the 'hands' that worked our tunnels. They weren't human at all. I hope we get out of this, so I can get specimens back to my Site and take a look in proper lighting. <Agent Roussel removes a worklight from her pack.> (MTF) Agent Roussel: We can probably improve the lighting here, a little bit. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: No, don't— <Agent Roussel takes a few steps into the chamber, and places a worklight on the wall. It activates, illuminating the curtain of dust falling between them, disturbed by Agent Roussel's footsteps. The camera view is obscured.> <A loud exclamation follows.> <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Wait— <Sounds of struggle.> <Muffled screams.> <One gunshot.> <Silence on recording.> <Video feed ends.> Dr. Pleško returned to camp with a dislocated arm and defensive wounds on her exposed skin. She stated that Agent Roussel had sneezed, then immediately attempted to strangle her. She had been forced to engage in violence to protect herself, eventually getting hold of the agent's firearm and discharging it. She was unsure whether her attacker had survived, having fled as soon as the shot was fired. Her lapel camera had been damaged during the altercation, and was now non-functional. Technician Gill was sent to recover the cameras on Dr. Kneller and Agent Dobos' corpses. They were found to be missing; Dr. Lauwers subsequently reported that Agent Panossian's camera had apparently been stolen as well. Captain Cassidy requested that Technician Rizwana emerge from the clean room to hand over his own camera; he declined to respond. Captain Cassidy then demanded the entire team hand in their lapel cameras, to be dispensed only when parties engaged in tunnel exploration. A hurried vote rejected this measure, and despite threats from Captain Cassidy it became apparent that the present status quo would continue. Dr. Pleško was forbidden to enter the tunnels without accompaniment by at least one member of the team equipped with a functioning lapel camera. She eagerly agreed to this stipulation, stating her fear that both Chief Strand and Agent Roussel were still at large. Captain Cassidy mandated that all cameras be kept in perfect working order and not tampered with in any way, insinuating that any mechanical failure would result in the immediate execution of its bearer. On routine inventory of the finds cabinet, Quartermaster El-Amin discovered that the Daevite cleaver and one ritual dagger were missing. On the afternoon of the fourth day, Dr. Lauwers called a team meeting. <All surviving and uncompromised team members are present save for Dr. Pleško and Agent Valenti, standing guard at the tunnels entrance, Dr. M. Quijano, using the washroom facilities, and Dr. F. Quijano, walking the inner chambers.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: There are supplies missing from my kit, and from my stores. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: What kind of supplies? (MED) Dr. Lauwers: My soporifics, and the excitants I keep around for reversing the effect in emergencies. All of them. (COMM) Technician Gill: Great. Who needs sleep, right? Fantastic. <Dr. Lauwers gestures at a bench in the corner, where Agent Panossian is sleeping prone.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: I won't be able to keep that one down for much longer, so I put him out in the open where we can all keep an eye. I'm worried, though. Why my syringes? What could someone be planning— <Dr. F. Quijano enters the camp.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I can't find my husband. <Captain Cassidy walks over to the clean room window, hammers on it with one fist, and points at Dr. F. Quijano while shouting.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Where's the other one of these? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: His camera's been pointed at the john door for the past ten minutes. He must be thinking real hard. <Captain Cassidy walks to the washroom partition, and knocks. There is no response.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I hear that on the feed, Captain. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Fuck. <Captain Cassidy removes a keycard from her belt, and swipes it in the partition's reader. The door opens, and she scans the interior.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Double fuck. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: He's not in there? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: He glued his camera to the wall. Must've done it while we were out exploring. How did you not see that, Rizwana? (ENG) Technician Rizwana: I've got all I can manage to monitor you lot for fucking sneezes when you're out strolling the sneeze factory floor, sir. (HIST) Professor Booth: I hesitate to ask, but is it possible he performed a Captain Oates? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: No. No. Absolutely n— <Dr. Lauwers sneezes. Everyone freezes.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: Get back. <She dives for the medical partition.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: STAY BACK! <She seals the door behind her. Captain Cassidy raises her keycard again, but Professor Booth places one hand on her sleeve.> (HIST) Professor Booth: She's a medical professional. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: She must think there's a physiological explanation for all this. (COMM) Technician Gill: She's quarantining herself. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: More like she's blockading herself in with all the medical supplies! <Silence on recording.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: I've just opened and upturned everything we've stockpiled. I'm… I'm very sorry, but it was contaminated anyway and would only have lured you in. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Contaminated? With what? <Silence on recording.> (MED) Dr. Lauwers: When you're rescued, tell them… tell them to come with a full HAZMAT team. <Another sneeze is heard, from the assembled crowd. The team turns away from the medical partition, exchanging glances.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Alright, fess up. <Silence on recording.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Have it your way. <Captain Cassidy pumps her shotgun.> (COMM) Technician Gill: It was me. <Silence on recording.> (COMM) Technician Gill: I… am just going outside. Is that right? <Professor Booth nods. Technician Gill walks to the rear of the chamber.> (COMM) Technician Gill: I may be some time. <He heads for the tunnels, and does not look back.> The six team members remaining healthy and uncorrupted continued to explore the tunnels. Professor Huff now spent almost all of his time wandering, even failing to return to camp for lights-out on the fifth day. Captain Cassidy restrained Agent Panossian, and requested that Technician Rizwana inform her should the agent awaken while the camp was unattended. Rizwana agreed. Though the tunnels continued to stretch out beneath the marsh with no sign of an exit, Professor Booth and Agent Valenti did make one discovery during an outing on the sixth day. <Professor Booth is lecturing while Agent Valenti applies lights to the tunnel walls.> (HIST) Professor Booth: And then there's the matter of cross purposes. (MTF) Agent Valenti: Sure, go on. (HIST) Professor Booth: I haven't been able to think of a single agenda, besides chaos, which could explain all the actions undertaken by those possessed of the idea that they have become… possessed. They aren't acting towards any concerted goal. They've all been affected differently by whatever this effect may be. Poor Reginald hardly seems plagued at all; he's only moderately more morose than he was back at Cambridge. <Agent Valenti smiles sadly.> (MTF) Agent Valenti: Maybe ancestral spirits are like academics. (HIST) Professor Booth: How so? (MTF) Agent Valenti: They don't get along. <Professor Booth laughs.> (HIST) Professor Booth: I hadn't considered the unfairness of stereotyping the ancestors. That's more of an archaeology thing, isn't it? <Agent Valenti laughs, then stops abruptly.> (MTF) Agent Valenti: Do you smell that? <They turn the next bend in the tunnel cautiously, entering a small cavelet where they discover a vivisected corpse. It is naked, the clothing left in a ragged and bloody pile further down, and the skin is flayed from head to toe around a central cavity in the chest. Organs and veins are arranged on the stone floor in unfamiliar patterns suggestive of lettering, with the spaces between carefully linked by streaks of blackened blood.> <Agent Valenti immediately vomits. Professor Booth presses his handkerchief into his face, and observes the tableau for some time.> (HIST) Professor Booth: I suspect I am going to— <The Daevite cleaver discovered on the first day appears on Professor Booth's camera feed, slicing out of the darkness. It passes over Agent Valenti's head, as he is doubled over, but strikes Professor Booth a glancing blow which cannot be seen properly on either feed. He grunts in pain and stumbles as the cleaver finishes arcing into a pre-existing crack in the wall, dislodging a chunk of stone and precipitating a low rumble in the cave roof. Professor Booth slips, presumably on the viscera, and falls as the ceiling collapses.> All six team members were absent from the camp at this time, investigating the tunnels in pairs. Technician Rizwana reported the attack on Agent Valenti and Professor Booth via radio, though Captain Cassidy and Dr. F. Quijano had already heard the tremors and were on their way back to investigate. They found a solid rockfall, like the one blocking the entrance, where the missing pair had been exploring. They returned to the camp to find that Agent Panossian was also missing. <Captain Cassidy is hammering on the clean room window as Dr. F. Quijano double-checks the washroom partition.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: The fuck do you mean, you fell asleep?! (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Yeah, and it's not the first time. I've been staying awake as much as I can, in case you try something, and it's taking a god-damn toll. I get no peace except when I'm minding the store, alone. The way you're always waving that shotgun around— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Like this? <Captain Cassidy presses the shotgun barrel against the glass. Technician Rizwana ducks.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: You had ONE FUCKING JOB! <She bangs her fist on the window again.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: ONE FUCKING JOB! <Dr. Pleško returns to the camp, out of breath.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Is the quartermaster back yet? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: He's not with you? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: We were separated. I think we were being chased. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Checking the feed. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I've had it about up to here with your fucking feed, Rizwana. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Yeah, I'll just bet you have. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: What's that supposed to mean? <Quartermaster El-Amin appears in the doorway.> (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Where did you go? You just started running. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Did you seriously not hear…? Were you lagging behind for a reason? (LOG) Quartermaster El-Amin: Now what's that supposed to— (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Guys. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Is there some reason you wouldn't be afraid of what's lurking in the tunnels, QM? Do you know some— (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: GUYS! <Silence on recording.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You smell it, right? <The team turn to face the medical partition.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Alright, new rule. I check the tunnels alone, and nobody else leaves this camp. Period. I come back, and you're not here, you graduate to my shoot-on-sight list. Captain Cassidy continued to place lights in the farther reaches of the tunnels, relaying map information back to Rizwana who agreed to keep track of comings and goings in the outer chamber. None were reported. The following morning, Captain Cassidy returned from an outing and called her remaining three team members to meeting. <Dr. F. Quijano is sitting calmly on a bench. Quartermaster El-Amin is standing at the doorway to the outer burial chamber, eyes fixed on Dr. Pleško, who is sitting on the floor and examining Dr. Kneller's copies of Dr. Salavey's notes. Captain Cassidy is standing in the centre of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: We're almost at the end. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Meaning you've found the way out? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: No, but at least one of you is on the way out. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Implying…? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I took a few images with my PDA last night, and today. Tell me if any of this looks familiar, friends. <Captain Cassidy selects an image, and raises the PDA up so the group can see. It is the vivisected corpse discovered by Agent Valenti and Professor Booth, next to the fallen rocks.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: That would appear to be a dead person. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Eagle eyes. Anything else? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Nothing interesting. It's ritual, of course, but meaningless ritual so far as I can tell. Maybe Huff could've told us different, but who knows where he's gotten to. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Yeah, that's pretty much what he said you'd say. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: What? Who— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: This is Agent Roussel, doctor. I went back to check. <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: And? Presumably she either died of the injuries I gave her, and Chief Strand hacked her dead body to pieces, or I missed my mark, and he did the entire job himself. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Doesn't look much like cleaver work to me. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: No, it doesn't, does it? This is cleaver work. <Captain Cassidy selects a second image, displaying a dismembered corpse. The limbs are hacked apart haphazardly and thrown about the tunnel floor, which is slick with blood and organ pulp and mulched entrails. Technician Da Costa's head is staring at the camera, upside-down between his left leg and right arm.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Oh, G— <Dr. F. Quijano clears her throat, and looks away.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Presumably I don't have to point out the discrepancy for you. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: So there's two killers, you're saying. Well, there's plenty of candidates to choose from. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Huff thinks he's lost his soul, and comes and goes as he pleases. Valenti, Booth, Panossian and Gill are all missing. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: So is your husband. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Shut your mouth. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: It's not Panossian. <She shows them a third image. This corpse is vivisected differently, the sigils in different shapes on the stone floor. It is barely recognizable as belonging to the missing agent.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: And it's not Gill, either. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: No. The fourth image shows Technician Gill, his chest cavity completely emptied of viscera now arranged on the stone floor in three separate iterations of the same sigil.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Tell me one more time that you don't recognize the significance of this. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I don't, I do not recognize the significance of this. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Well that's a damn shame. I guess it must make you feel pretty important though, being the only person left alive in this Daevite tomb who knows anything about the god-damn Daevites, right? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: What? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: It would be great if I could get a second opinion. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Let me see the images again, I don't— (MTF) Captain Cassidy: How about it, Professor Booth? <Captain Cassidy presses a button on the PDA screen. A recording begins to play, tinnily, from its speaker.> (HIST) Professor Booth: Nasty… nasty bits of work, aren't they. I almost thought I recognized the first one… when that cleaver came singing its song through the air, and through my arm… <He sounds exhausted.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Keep going. This is important. (HIST) Professor Booth: Yes, I daresay. The entrails in this first image are arranged in the form 'Botiáks'. Meaning 'a harvest'. Idiomatically in this context, we might infer a human sacrifice. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: And this one? (HIST) Professor Booth: 'Ṭao.' It means… well. <Professor Booth chuckles wetly.> (HIST) Professor Booth: It means 'A human sacrifice'. <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Professor Booth: They had oh so many ways to talk about human sacrifices, oh yes they did indeed. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Alright, just one more. (HIST) Professor Booth: 'Raex'. Venture a guess? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Some kind of human sacrifice? (HIST) Professor Booth: Yes. A human sacrifice with specifically religious intent. Our artist was possessed with the urgent need to be sure their message had been understood, I think. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: By who? (HIST) Professor Booth: By the Daevite pantheon, one imagines. As these are Daevite words. <Captain Cassidy stops the recording, places her phone in her pocket, and raises the shotgun to point it at Dr. Pleško.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Lie to me. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: This is how you want to spend your time down here? Dividing us into camps? Victimizing each other? Lord, how many times must you have sneezed already? (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Lie more directly, please. I haven't got all day. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I haven't killed anyone. Come on, how clichéd can you get? You're trying to frame the Daevite expert. Original! Anyone who spends that much time studying the evil empire has just got to already be evil, right? Who could doubt it? And all you need to convince is a Christian dupe and some idiot pencil-pusher, how hard can that be. One more sane, normal human being sacrificed to your demented ritual. <Dr. F. Quijano slips past Quartermaster El-Amin, still standing in the doorway, into the outer burial chamber.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Is this honestly all you've got? This is your entire defence? You failed three times in a row to recognize letters we know you know how to read. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I'm an academic, not a god-damn entrail scryer! (MTF) Captain Cassidy: You murdered Roussel, and you cut her body up into pieces, and you painted the floor with her guts to send a message to gods who've probably been dead for centuries. I'll bet it was you who sneezed, and you turned on her so she wouldn't tell. Did she damage your camera in the scuffle, or did you do that too, so you could come and go as you please? <The intercom activates.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: That's rich, coming from you. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: I'm just about done with your shit, Rizwana. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: Well, my shit is completely done with you. I've finished looking over all the camera feeds. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: So? <Dr. F. Quijano quietly returns to the room, and walks towards her bunk. She retrieves her jacket, and puts it on.> (ENG) Technician Rizwana: The good Captain here turned her camera off just a few hours after we lost Agent Dobos and Chief Strand. Just for a second, when she was alone, and she turned it back on after. I don't think anyone else here even knows how to do that, must be a special cop trick. <Chief Cassidy pumps the shotgun.> (MTF) Captain Cassidy: If you're going to pick a side, Rizwana, you might want to pick the side that has a fucking scattergun. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: They outnumber you, and I'm behind a locked door. I like those odds, and you definitely turned that camera off when you realized you were about to sneeze. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Shut up. (ENG) Technician Rizwana: The blip was so miniscule, I wouldn't have even thought to check if I hadn't noticed your feed file was a few megabytes too light. And this was days ago, right? Almost a whole damn week. We've trusted you that entire time, and you've led us like sheep to the slaughter. (MTF) Captain Cassidy: Shut UP! <There is a sneeze from the door to the inner burial chamber. Captain Cassidy wheels on one heel, and fires the shotgun. Chief El-Amin's face absorbs most of the blast, and is shredded. He falls to the stone floor, the majority of his skull and brain matter remaining on the wall beside him in a dense splatter pattern.> <The cat, which was standing behind him, rears back and hisses in surprise. It sneezes again, then bolts into the black.> <Captain Cassidy stares into space for a moment, then pumps the shotgun again and turns to face the clean room door. She fires a blast into the locking mechanism, wincing at the sparks and backscatter which scores her body armour.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: We need to get out of here. <They escape the chamber past Chief El-Amin's remains. Dr. Pleško runs past the sarcophagus in the outer burial chamber, while Dr. F. Quijano lags behind until she is gone. A second shotgun blast, metal on metal, is audible as a hand rises up out of the sarcophagus. She seizes it, and pulls her husband up to a sitting position.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: How do you feel? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Like somebody buried me alive. No… dead. Definitely dead. <Dr. F. Quijano peeks into the outer chamber just in time to see a burst of blood and gore strike the inside of the clean room window as the shotgun discharges for a fourth time. She turns away again and helps her husband climb groggily out of the sarcophagus.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: What's all the excitement? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: No time. Up! <She pulls his arm around her shoulders, and they hobble into the empty inner chamber, then the inner burial chamber with the collapsed second sarcophagus. The sound of Captain Cassidy re-pumping the shotgun is heard from behind them.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I feel like I missed something. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: A few days, and a half-dozen meals. You'll cope. I used the last of Lauwers' excitants waking you back up, and it's probably going to hit you like a freight train in a few hours. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Why was I down? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Because I drugged you. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Drugged me. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: And buried you, too, like the kings of old. Like a God-damn Daeva. <Dr. F. Quijano laughs.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: …why? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Because I love you, Máx, and you can't sneeze in REM sleep. Medical fact. As they round the first corner in the tunnels, the shotgun discharges from far behind. Flakes of stone are chipped away from the wall and scatter on the floor, though the range is insufficient to do much damage.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Can you run? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I can stumble. <They hurry through the passages for approximately five minutes before footfalls become audible ahead. They stop, and listen.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Who's even left? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Pleško, Cassidy, Huff, maybe Booth. Everyone else, who knows. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Christ. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I hope he can hear you. <The footfalls stop, then suddenly grow louder. Dr. Pleško rounds the nearest corner; she is holding a pistol, and pointing it in front of her. When she sees the Drs. Quijano, she visibly relaxes and lowers her weapon.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Cassidy still back there, somewhere? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: She is, but I think we lost her. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Probably gone to get something nastier than a shotgun out of that weapons cabinet. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Or the finds cabinet. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: That, too. Amazing how sharp those daggers still are after all these years. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Isn't it? <Dr. Pleško sighs.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: There's almost nobody left, Fidelia. Don't you think it's about time we started to trust each other? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Actually, that sounds like the worst possible time. For that. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Where'd you have him sta… staaaa… <Dr. Pleško sneezes.> <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I'm really sorry. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Are you? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Of course I am. You think I like doing this? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Doing what? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Killing and vivisecting people. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I have missed something. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I only killed two of them. Gill was already mostly dead when I found him, that's why I got creative with the number of sigils. Strand had opened him all the way up, and it seemed a shame to let all that material go to… <Dr. Pleško suddenly turns her head and vomits, stepping back and raising the pistol higher as she does so.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Oh, god damn. I can't get used to this. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Then why are you doing it? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Because I have to. I'm not dying down here. You know who I've felt sorriest for, this whole time? Kneller. I can imagine being him. Being old, never having found anything nobody else has ever found, never knowing the secrets, never knowing what it all means. I could see myself in his shoes, twenty years from now, desperately clinging to every chance at a new dig like it's the last lifeline on Earth. But the only thing worse than living that long with nothing to show for it, is dying with nothing to show for it. The secrets are here, down here, just like he said. Like Salavey said. I'm going to find them, and I'm going to find the way out, and none of this horrorshow will have been pointless. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: None of that explains why you need to kill us. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: She explained her plans, and we know what she did. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: The others didn't, though. Right? So why? Why did you kill them, Pleško? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Because first of all, Cassidy was right. I've had myself a few solid sneezes so far. I have a wicked dust allergy, and this place is nothing but dust. I knew I'd sucked up too much running down this way, but I thought… <Dr. Pleško sighs.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I honestly did think I might be able to help you get out of here, and then it would just be Cassidy's word against mine, and you saw her shoot El-Amin. And probably Rizwana, I'm guessing? Yes? We could have walked away from this, we three, and they would have dumped her in a deep hole at Site-06. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You could just… not do this. There's no reason to think it's accomplishing anything. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I disagree, and the risk is too great. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: What about the risk to your soul? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: If Huff was wrong, and I still had mine after we broke that damn sarcophagus, well, I sure as hell don't have it now. <Dr. Pleško spits in the dust.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: And I can't say I miss it all that much, to be perfectly honest. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: I'm sorry if I'm lacking necessary exposition here, but please: why do you need to kill someone, just because you sneezed? You don't sound insane. You sound… sad. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: I lied. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: When? (HIST) Dr. Pleško: When I said the ancient Daevites didn't have any superstitions about sneezing. I'm honestly surprised nobody, particularly Booth, called me on that. They had superstitions for everything, you know. Sneezing, to the ancient Daevites, meant that you were faced with a choice: sacrifice, or be sacrificed. Everyone else came down here with their extraneous cultural baggage, and I came down here with a crystal-clear set of instructions. I didn't want to believe it, I sure as hell didn't want to act on it, but when I saw the look on Roussel's face and knew she was about to pull the trigger on me… that one was easy. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You came back to camp early, while Rizwana was asleep, dragged Panossian out and tore him apart. <Dr. Pleško reaches behind her back and produces one of the Daevite daggers. It gleams in the worklight glow.> (HIST) Dr. Pleško: That one was hard. He woke up, when I started cutting. I won't ever forget the sounds he made. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You won't ever forget us, either. (HIST) Dr. Pleško: Which is much, much better than Kneller got, so in a way, you owe— <The tip of a ritual spear emerges from Dr. Pleško's left shoulder, covered in her blood. She stumbles forward, bringing the gun around clumsily as Professor Huff drives her back along the passage.> (HIST) Professor Huff: Run! <The Drs. Quijano run as Professor Huff shoves the spear away from him. Dr. Pleško falls to the ground, cursing. She brings the pistol up, and fires twice as her three opponents turn the next corner. One bullet embeds itself in the ceiling; it rumbles, and a cloud of dust falls down.> <Dr. Pleško sneezes again, and screams as the cave collapses on top of her.> <The survivors stare at the newest rockfall, thoroughly impassable. Professor Huff is hunched over, clutching his chest as though out of breath.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: No going back now. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: There's been no going back since Kneller blocked up the entrance, Máx. (HIST) Professor Huff: Oh, buck up. You're in the final stretch, no reason to lose faith now. <The Drs. Quijano stare at him.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You're awfully chipper for a man who lost his soul. (HIST) Professor Huff: Yes, well, I got it back. <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Professor Huff: I remembered an old Belarusian saying about the meaning of sneezes, you see. Something very much pertinent to our present situation, another nugget of wisdom from Arciom of Sluck. He believed that outside of profane places, in a natural or sacred setting, sneezing is a way for one's soul, one's true soul to return to the body. Not to leave! Return. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: So you… (HIST) Professor Huff: So I walked as far as I could walk, to where the dust ended and the stench of dead, rotting things began to fill the stone passages, to where I almost swore I could hear the cries of distant birds, walked to the very edge of my endurance, and then… <Silence on recording.> (HIST) Professor Huff: Achoo, as it were. <He suddenly regards them suspiciously.> (HIST) Professor Huff: You haven't been sneezing yourselves, have you? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Wouldn't dream of it. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: If I have, it's been in my dreams. (HIST) Professor Huff: Good. Good. Well, I don't know how much farther you have to go, but I'm confident you'll make it. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Not you? (HIST) Professor Huff: No, I don't think so. I'm seventy-four years old, and I rather think I've been shot. <Professor Huff removes his hand from his chest to show what is clearly a gunshot wound in his stomach.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Oh, Professor, I am sorry. (HIST) Professor Huff: Reginald, please. My friends call me Reginald. And on that note… I will come with you a ways, and then we must part. <The three of them travel for just over half an hour before discovering Professor Booth, slumped against the cave wall. He is dead, apparently exsanguinated by a deep and ragged gash on his right arm and across his chest. He is smiling, his lapel camera caught between the fore and middle fingers of his right hand as though it were a carnation.> (HIST) Professor Huff: Take that with you, if you please. If I recall correctly, we're well past the feed range now, but… (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: There's six hours' flash memory on these things, for when that happens. (HIST) Professor Huff: Wonderful. I don't doubt he will have recorded something, at the end. He could hardly resist the temptation… Always a flair for the dramatic, no wonder the BBC lapped him up. <Dr. F. Quijano carefully disconnects the lapel camera and places it in her jacket pocket, which she then zips tight. Professor Huff sits down beside his colleague, and closes his eyes.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: We could be almost there, you know. You could still make it out. (HIST) Professor Huff: If we move at my pace, nobody makes it out. You two go, and I will stay for one final debate with Augustus. I daresay I will win, this time. <Professor Huff laughs hoarsely.> (HIST) Professor Huff: Head for the sun, and tell them what happened, would you? Or at least die trying. Publish or perish, as they say. <He says nothing more. After a moment, they leave him.> <They walk for over an hour in silence. The worklights on the wall appear brighter now, as though freshly-placed, but the tunnel air is becoming cleaner and the moisture level is increasing. The floor is gently sloping upwards.> <The cat appears from behind them, rushing forward, then looking back.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Don't you fucking sneeze. <Dr. F. Quijano laughs. As they pass the cat, it falls in step beside them.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: You think this little fellow is a problem? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Why would he be a problem? (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Well, he did sneeze. Three times? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: How would you even tell an evil cat, though? From a normal one? <Dr. M Quijano laughs.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Oh, Christ, I just figured it out. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: How to blaspheme? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I already figured that out, you just missed it. No, I… damn. I know what happened. Of course it would only dawn on me once we were far enough away. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: What? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: It was Huff who set me thinking about it, and then the cat. Thought he lost his soul by sneezing, moped about, then thought he got it back the same way. Came running to save our lives, like he'd gotten a second wind. So absolutely sure that old Arciom of Sluck came through for him in a pinch. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Right. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Now go back to the beginning. Rizwana thought he had to— (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: FUCK. <Dr. F. Quijano laughs.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: You get it. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: He thought he had to wash his hands after he sneezed, or something terrible would happen when he tried to lift the lid. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Poor Kneller thought you had to say gesundheit afterwards, or your health would fail. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Strand got demons in his head, and then… (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Got demons in his head. Precisely. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: It was a trap. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: A paranoia trap, and that's all it was. Opportunistic. Our shit luck that its first opportunity was something so utterly absurd. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: But what about Pleško? She was borderline sane. She was doing horrific things, but there was method in them, not madness. Why was she different? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Daevite expert. Anyone who spends that much time studying the evil empire has got to already be evil. <Dr. F. Quijano laughs.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Oh, right. You missed that part, too. The following excerpts depict salient detail from the final transmissions of Captain Cassidy's lapel camera. <Captain Cassidy reviews the camera feeds in the clean room. She occasionally turns to glance at the corpse of Technician Rizwana, revealing a gaping hole where his chest should be. She appears to briefly consider erasing her own camera feed history, aborting the ongoing recording, or reformatting the entire server, but she does not do any of these things. She maximizes the feeds from the Drs. Quijano, now only sporadically received and at a very low bitrate, and watches their escape from the tunnels until the signal is lost entirely.> <Captain Cassidy opens the sealed medical partition, revealing the corpse of Dr. Lauwers. It is covered in burst boils and pustules. She re-seals the partition, and hangs a biohazard sign on the door before departing.> <Captain Cassidy stands at the entrance to the tunnels, watching as the earliest worklights flicker into darkness one by one, truncating the illuminated portion of the passage ahead. A figure can be seen in the far-distant shadow, moving towards her at the edge of the dying light. The flickers reflect from something metallic held in the figure's hand.> <Captain Cassidy raises the shotgun, and the figure halts its advance.> <They remain in this position for just over twenty minutes before the figure departs. Captain Cassidy keeps the shotgun raised for a further four minutes before she begins to back away.> <Captain Cassidy enters the outer burial chamber, noting the discarded syringes on the floor and the control mechanism for Technician Rizwana's data-training RAISR device. She picks up the mechanism, and climbs up into the open sarcophagus. She lies down, and raises the shotgun to point it at the ceiling.> <Eleven minutes pass. Captain Cassidy lowers the shotgun, and raises the control device. She manipulates the controls, and the lid grinds slowly shut. When there is approximately sixty centimetres of open space at her feet, she lowers the controls and raises the shotgun toward the aperture again.> <Thirty-seven minutes pass. Captain Cassidy again lowers the shotgun, examines the controls, and slides the lid shut completely.> <The transmission signal is lost.> The Drs. Quijano (and the cat) reached the terminus of the tunnels in the early dawn of the eighth day. <There is lichen growing on the walls, which are again composed of the Makrana marble seen in the entrance descent. The switchbacks are becoming more regular as they ascend, and the distance between the worklights is farther apart.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: I think I can actually smell the swamp. <The Drs. pass the final worklight without noticing.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: And I can hear it. Getting warmer, too. You'd almost think it was around the next— <They turn the corner, and are suddenly confronted with unfiltered daylight as the sun dips below the upper edge of a stone cave mouth. They have emerged from the tunnels at sunset.> <Dr. M. Quijano blinks rapidly in the light.> <He sneezes.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: God bless you. <Silence on recording.> (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: Please tell me that's going to be enough. (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: It'll be enough. (THEO) Dr. M. Quijano: You're sure? (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: It will! <She kisses him.> (THEO) Dr. F. Quijano: Because we believe. SCP-7291, tunnel exit. The Drs. Quijano were extracted from the site just minutes after their emergence. Agent Valenti had escaped some twenty minutes prior via the same route, and hiked back toward the quarantine post at the main entrance until he was able to make radio contact. All three surviving team members were airlifted to hospital for emergency medical treatment, and quarantine. The cat was released to Dr. F. Quijano's custody subsequent to her debriefing. The reopening and recontainment of SCP-7291, primarily via remote manipulation, revealed the following additional items: the corpse of Chief Strand, expired from dehydration; the corpse of Professor Huff, expired from an infected gunshot wound; the corpse of Captain Cassidy, expired from suffocation; the corpse of Dr. Pleško, legs crushed by falling debris, expired from the apparently self-administered insertion of a Daevite ritual dagger into her thoracic cavity. Dr. F. Quijano was summoned for debriefing by Tactical Theology Department Head Dr. Yossarian Leiner at Reliquary Area-27 once sufficiently convalesced for intercontinental air travel. An excerpt of their meeting is presented below. <Dr. Leiner is seated behind his desk. Dr. F. Quijano is seated across from him.> Dr. Leiner: I trust Máximo is healing up well. Dr. F. Quijano: That chemical cocktail put one hell of a strain on his system, but it was certainly worth it. Dr. Leiner: Your vocabulary seems to have become more colourful in the interim. Dr. F. Quijano: I've seen the gradations of sacrilege up close and personal now, sir. The little things don't seem quite so terrible now. Dr. Leiner: I'm sorry you had to learn that way. Dr. F. Quijano: Me too, but I'm sorrier for the others. Dr. Leiner: So. A paranoia tomb. Dr. F. Quijano: That's right. Dr. Leiner: Ontokinetic. Dr. F. Quijano: Or imparting ontokinesis on those within, while within. One or the other. Affecting perceived reality, personality, and almost certainly probability as well. Drs. Kneller and Lauwers gave themselves medical conditions, and, well… Agent Valenti escaped those tunnels because he thought a sneezing cat was lucky. Dr. Leiner: That's almost offensively unlikely. Dr. F. Quijano: The entire thing is offensive. It's a direct assault on the concept of faith. Dr. Leiner: And other things. Dr. F. Quijano: And other things. Dr. Leiner: Reading your report, it seems Agent Panossian had the worst of it. Armenian tradition holds that a second sneeze negates the bad luck of the first. He likely would have been fine, since he obviously believed that and forced himself to sneeze twice instead of only once. Dr. F. Quijano: I think Dr. Lauwers takes the cake, sir, since she died of bubonic plague, probably just from remembering a schoolyard song. Dr. Leiner: A tissue, a tissue. Dr. F. Quijano: We all fall down. <Silence on recording.> Dr. F. Quijano: I am going to have a hard time living with this, sir. Fourteen people died because a few of them sneezed at inopportune moments, and we all just… generated sui generis a variegated mini-cult around the vague concept that sneezes were somehow obliterating our humanity. Sneezes. And it became true. Dr. Leiner: And now you understand our blanket policy against releasing the cause of death to family members. <Dr. F. Quijano shakes her head.> Dr. Leiner: One more loose end to tie up, though, I'm afraid. Dr. F. Quijano: Yes, sir? Dr. Leiner: How is it that you were the only one, the only one out of seventeen team members never to sneeze over the course of one week in a dusty tomb? <Dr. F. Quijano taps her nose.> Dr. F. Quijano: Because I can't. Nerve injury. <Dr. Leiner smiles.> Dr. Leiner: We reviewed Dr. Booth's last message, by the way. Thank you for recovering that. Dr. F. Quijano: It was the least we could do. For all of them. Dr. Leiner: I would like you to hear it all, eventually, but for now just a snippet will do. <Dr. Leiner presses a button on his workstation.> Professor Booth: Here at the end… I find my historian's instincts, my desire for circuitous closure drawing me back inexorably to the beginning. Barys Salavey. He left this place a man transformed, and that transformation took. Something was taken from him, and he never was able to retrieve it… or perhaps he received a gift he'd never known how much he needed. A purpose, inscrutable, revolutionary, destructive. A fire in the pit where his soul used to be. A fascination with the meaning behind his experiences in this… this tomb. My tomb, now. <Professor Booth laughs. His breathing becomes laboured.> Professor Booth: Oh. I am left with one last question: this side effect, this razor focus on the machinations of the ancient Daevites. I've seen it in my colleagues, as Kneller saw it in Salavey, growing inside them like the apple in the worm. Intended, or unintended? Was this really just a caltrop to break the bodies and minds of provincial interlopers, once the imperials had absconded back home with whatever treasure they could carry — not that they'd long to enjoy it, of course — or was there a more sinister purpose still to the curse they levied upon this stone? Did they hope to burn all comers, or… did they hope that some would be tempered by the flame? Barys Salavey, and his ineradicable obsession with a people we tried, we tried, we tried to strike from his memory, burned indelibly into his very soul where even amnestics could not reach, and nothing but satiation could salve. <He coughs for several seconds.> Professor Booth: Was it truly a mere accident? Or the point of the exercise entire? I, of course, will never know. I do hope someone will, and that they do not learn the hard way. <He sneezes.> <He chuckles.> Professor Booth: I think sometimes that it's really not so bad not to believe, not truly to believe, in anything much at all. Skepticism hath its reward. <Silence on recording.> Professor Booth: Though at the close of things, it would… be nice, I suppose, to… know… <Recording continues until flash storage is full. No further audio recorded.> Dr. Leiner: I hope he's at peace. Dr. F. Quijano: I hope they all are. Dr. Leiner: But do you think there's anything to it? Do you think he could be right? Dr. F. Quijano: I don't know. It's almost impossible to really judge the hearts and minds of an extinct people. We can't ask them questions, and we can only approximate their languages anyway. We don't even known how Latin was originally pronounced, you know? The Daevites and their Daevas might as well be aliens; in their case, the past is a foreign planet. They certainly couldn't have imagined our little… farce of sternutation. It seems a lot more to ask that they might not only have predicted, but actually intended, Salavey's fascination. Dr. Leiner: And Kneller's. And Pleško's. Dr. F. Quijano: Hmm. But what did it get them, if they did want it? One disgraced archaeologist who's never going to see the outside of a cell again, a bunch of dead researchers, techs and agents, and three healthy people who don't want to hear the word 'Daeva' or its derivatives ever again. Dr. Leiner: Plus a cat. Dr. F. Quijano: Yes, can't forget the cat. Dr. Leiner: Have you given it a name? Dr. F. Quijano: Yes. Gosa..Ancient Daevite. Idio.: "to sneeze." Lit.: "to huff." Addendum 7291-2, Further Incidents: On the day Dr. Leiner conducted his debriefing, Dr. Salavey escaped from Site-06 under suspicious circumstances. On the following day, before Dr. F. Quijano returned to Outpost-7291 to recover her husband, he vanished from medical care under equally suspicious circumstances. Two days after that, a fire at Site-76 destroyed multiple artifacts associated with the ancient Daevite Empire. The following letter was received at the Quijano residence in Valencia, Spain on 9 October 2022. Fidelia, I'm sorry. You won't understand, of course, and you'll take it very hard, b I am not sorry. I am aware, academically, that I should be; nevertheless, the capacity has quite gone out of me. Perhaps there's a part of me still capable of feeling regret, but I have left it far behind. Perhaps it's still screaming through those ever-darkening tunnels, waiting for the last of the worklights to flicker out, one soul among many in search of an empty vessel to fill. Or perhaps the man you married was simply obliterated in a burst of Belarusian sunlight. All I can say by way of comfort — and cold comfort will it be indeed — is that we're finally going to have what we lost so much, so very, very much, in our pursuit of. We're going to find out why the Daevites dug that tomb, why and how they did that terrible thing they did to it, and what they hoped thereby to achieve. We're going to find out in a way that does not require faith — which is good, because as you may only now be realizing, I have never had too very much of that. You wanted to believe that I did, and that was what I wanted as well; I knew how important your faith was to you, as important as you were to me, and if I could exaggerate my purely academic interest into a simulacrum of heartfelt belief, well then… where was the harm? Of course, we found out, didn't we. For your sake, I wish that blessing had worked. For your sake, I wish the shadow hadn't stretched out past the mouth of that cave to snatch me away from you when it seemed like all was finally well, when you thought it had been enough to stay resolute in the face of evil. When you were wrong. But you will have cause to rejoice, this I can promise you. Because Salavey and I, and others of like mind, we're going to get the answers that our absent friends died grasping at in blind-panicked futility. We're going to learn the secrets of the Daevas, in full. No conjecture, no theories, no piecing together abstract snippets of trivia. No more puppeteering the past. This time we're going straight to the source. We're going to ask them. — Máximo Addendum 7291-3, Update: Among the items previously thought destroyed, but now believed to have been stolen, is Site-76's copy of SCP-140. G is for "Grease" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub H is for "Health" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7291" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7291. 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-7292 | thaumiel | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / What a Wonderful World Hub » SCP-7292 close Info X More by this author Item #: SCP-7292 Special Containment Procedures: To ensure that respective SCP-7292 hosts do not lose their Thaumiel properties, it is imperative that they are not informed of their anomalous nature. However, to ensure their operation continues, Foundation assets should not interfere with hosts themselves, instead focusing solely on containing any Veil-breaking phenomena they may produce. Due to the recent rapid and intentional weakening of the Veil as well as the agreement between the O5 Council and PoI-386-Prime, the Foundation should under no circumstance interfere with any SCP-7292 host operations, instead aiming to aid them where possible. Description: SCP-7292 is a poorly understood global phenomenon that affects every single selfless or kind act a conscious being is capable of undertaking. Whenever any sentient or sapient entity willingly acts out of pure altruism instead of any other gain-focused motives, through an accidental chain of relation, they inadvertently cause the weakening of hostile beings that feed upon any form of human suffering. SCP-7292 is capable of having its own hosts, which take the form of individuals1 that are the primary heralds of selfless values in their respective time period. It is unknown how many such hosts have existed throughout history, but current estimates place it at a number between 10 000 and 50 000. It is believed that SCP-7292 acted as mankind's primary and most effective defense mechanism against hostile deific entities prior to the formation of normalcy-guarding organizations for over 300 000 years. Addendum 7292-1: Abridged List of SCP-7292 Hosts Period of Operation Name Description Notes ~ 300 000-240 000 BCE PoI-001-B ("The Inventor") An ancient Fae goddess, sister and enemy to PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab").2 Heavily implied to be the "good" counterpart to Mab's rule over the Fae Empire, focusing her actions on aiding her people and improving their lives despite her sister's tyrannical rule. Died during the First Diaspora, the event that eventually led to Queen Mab's death and the fall of the Fae Empire. Singlehandedly allowed for the event to even occur, sacrificing herself for the cause of freedom. ~ 1800-1200 BCE GoI-691-ARC ("The Freemen") A rogue sect of Sarkicism that isolated itself from the faith's main current, believing that its actions following the rebellion that freed it from under the Deava Empire to be heavily unethical. Propagated cooperation between Mekhanites and Sarkites, attempting to aid those that chose working together over violence. Perished during the First Occult War while attempting to stop the conflict from occurring. Despite its failure at its primary goals, it is responsible for preventing significant portions of the damage and deaths the war would cause without their intervention. In the present day, the knowledge of GoI-691 is heavily censured by most Neo-Sarkic groups and individuals. ~ 270-343 Saint Nicolas A Catholic (GoI-194) and Eastern Orthodoxy (GoI-206) saint, primarily known for significantly helping those in need near him and around the world. Despite his death of natural causes in 343, the legacy of Saint Nicolas' character, Name, and values are still maintained to this day, and are often imitated by various organizations and individuals, both paranormal and nonanomalous. 1864-1868 GoI-491-ARC ("Peacewalkers") A humanitarian movement born at the beginning of the Sixth Occult War. Aided all wounded by the conflict, taking no part in the chaos that ensued because of the war, remaining a neutral party. Perished during the final battle of the War. Previous to its disappearance, however, it prevented as much as 56% of wounded as a result of the conflict from dying. Operating since at least 1870; ending threshold unknown "Kindness" An extremely poorly understood person, entity, metaphysical construct, or literary being, responsible for bringing several people around the world "the best end to their respective stories." The reports of "Kindness" and its actions have led several Foundation personnel to part their ways with the organization and join other Groups of Interest; interestingly, however, none of them pursued any violent operations against the Foundation or any other normalcy organizations, instead aiming to focus their lives on upholding the legacy of "Kindness." 1909-present day GoI-386 ("Dr. Wondertainment") A group of anomalous toymakers focused on bringing joy and magic into the otherwise sad and dull lives of children, passing down the title of Dr. Wondertainment to the successors of its founder, Chester Williams. Due to the ongoing degradation of the natural environment, current political systems around the world, and the Veil protocol as a whole and in spite of the Foundation's promise to stop intervening with its operations, it is continuously losing its magic, instead focusing on producing mundane products. N/A — See below. Addendum 7292-2 PoI-386-Prime-4 Interview ► Attempt to Retrieve Suppressed Data ◄ Data Retrieved. Welcome, Artificially Intelligent Conscript. Interviewed: Judy Papill ("Dr. Wondertainment") Interviewer: Abigail Hadfield ("O5-8") Foreword: Following the discovery of SCP-7292 and its Thaumiel properties, it was decided by a unanimous O5 Council that before another SCP-7292 host can be discovered, Dr. Wondertainment should not under any circumstances be allowed to go out of operation or lose its magic, as it would presumably result in the loss of significant protection against hostile entities. To discuss it, a private meeting between Judy Papill — the current holder of the title of Dr. Wondertainment — and O5-8 was held. <Begin Log> O5-8: Ms. Papill. Judy Papill: Abi. (Papill smiles. Upon hearing her name, O5-8 frowns slightly, before returning to normal moments later.) O5-8: I trust that you have been briefed by my colleagues regarding our recent… discovery of what your company can do and does to our world, yes? (Papill energetically nods.) Judy Papill: Yeah! (O5-8 appreciatively nods, too. She then reaches into her document folder, trying to hand Judy a few papers.) O5-8: Excellent. If you will forgive me for such rapidity in my actions, here are a few proposals we created together to make sure you continue pro— Judy Papill: Erm… what? (O5-8 squits her eyes patronizingly.) O5-8: Well, your organization is one of the primary shields against actual darkness out there, as you said you were aware. So, it would be only natural if we extended our agreements from simply idly allowing you to exist to active cooperation, would it not? (Papill laughs warmly.) Judy Papill: Ah, you don't get it. Your… well, your discovery doesn't really change much. (O5-8 scoffs.) O5-8: Pardon? You don't seem to understand— Judy Papill: You don't seem to understand. (Sighs, pausing briefly.) See, here's the thing, Miss Overseer. We cannot accept your proposal to literally get funded by someone like you. We just can't. O5-8: I'm sorry? Judy Papill: No, I'm sorry. I know… I know you mean well, but… ah. (Another pause.) Do you know what a selfless act is, Abigail? (Upon another notice of her name, O5-8 tightens her lips, forcing a polite smile onto them seconds later.) O5-8: Enlighten me. Judy Papill: It's… It's an expression of some deep desire not to gain anything, but to help someone just because you want to. Because you have to. Because it feels right. Me — and Wondertainment as a whole — have always been about that. About bringing smiles to people's faces. About breathing a little magic into their lives. About… kindness, for the sake of just kindness and nothing more. That's what we've been trying to always do. (Points at O5-8's documents) Not… whatever light-versus-dark voodoo magic crap you want us to do. O5-8: I… Judy Papill: It would just lose its point. O5-8: …'m not sure I follow. (Papill sighs.) Judy Papill: If you were to hire us — to somehow, I don't know, support us with your money or spread our words through your ways or whatever, just to allow your 7292 to exist instead for just the sake of it — it would… it would no longer work. Because it wouldn't be about the smiles of children or love or kindness anymore. It would become a calculated, cold shield. It just wouldn't be the same. (Pause.) Judy Papill: Which means we would become useless to your cause. (Another pause. O5-8 blinks thrice, sighs, and massages her temple. She throws her hands in the air.) O5-8: So we are at a crossroad, are we not? Either allow you to do your thing and have no guarantee you even will remain as a protective figure or try to ensure it and risk losing everything until your inheritor comes along? (Judy nods sadly.) Judy Papill: I'm afraid so. (O5-8 sighs again, leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms.) O5-8: So what the hell are we supposed to do? (Papill's eyes suddenly flicker with excitement.) Judy Papill: I'm glad you asked! (She grabs her own bag and starts to rummage through it, eventually grabbing some purple paper and her pen. She clicks it.) Judy Papill: I've got a few ideas to begin with! <End Log> Afterword: Following the above meeting taking place and Judy Papill sharing her proposals with O5-8, the Overseer retreated back to Site-01, wherein she and the rest of the O5 Council proceeded to discuss them and their implementation to allow SCP-7292 to persist in a controlled manner, without neutralizing the anomaly. UPDATE: Two weeks following the meeting taking place, the O5 Council unanimously decided to amnesticise itself entirely regarding its contents, leaving only the document describing their final decision in the SCP-7292 matter intact. Without understanding its context, the entire Council signed it, officially allowing it to pass into motion. Below attached is an excerpt from its copy. […] Proposal: Without any outside need to, organize a Foundation-wide festival focused solely on granting its personnel proper relief from work stress, giving them time to socialize with their colleagues. Allow friendly Groups of Interest and anomalous individuals to attend as well, treating them the same as standard Foundation employees. […] Five days later, the festival was carried out at Site-120 with the help of Site-55 and Wonder WorldTM personnel, chosen for its previous usage as an integration center. It had gone without any incidents or other issues, gaining its intended results even more than expected. Noteworthy is the fact that Judy Papill, Faeowynn Wilson, and other external individuals attended en-masse, similarly causing no trouble. Curiously, however, the festival had one unexpected result: following its finalization, Foundation oracles and farseers stated seeing two possible futures: one, in which the Foundation itself becomes a new host for SCP-7292 in the very far future, or a second one, wherein the Foundation causes SCP-7292's neutralization. The significance of this, if any, remains unknown. The Site-120 festival has been renewed for a second year, with plans forming for it to become an annual event. The organization of further events similar to this is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Or groups thereof. 2. 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. 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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; } } BitOddInnit & SYTYCFanon SCP-7293- Cast for Ursine Fanon's Author Page Bitodd's Author Page Item#: SCP-7293 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7293 is not currently contained, and it is presumed that its containment will never be possible. However, due to the complex setup required to perform SCP-7293, containment is largely unnecessary. A honey bear container, a necessary component of SCP-7293-A. Update 05/01/2004: Foundation Agents are to alter any descriptions of SCP-7293 to include the following instruction in an appropriate tone: "Once the ritual is complete, please inform any entities now present that there is to be no snacking while their invocation is active." Description: SCP-7293 is a series of interconnected rituals that, if performed correctly, summon SCP-7293-1 into baseline reality. Each individual ritual that makes up SCP-7293 has several different required elements, which are listed below. SCP-7293 Component Ritual Required Items SCP-7293-A One kilogram of honey, stored in one or more honey bear containers.1 SCP-7293-B Five hundred grams of pine ash mixed with five hundred grams of gunpowder, any object capable of producing a live flame. SCP-7293-C Three stuffed bears, thirty milligrams of sugar, six toothpicks, six marshmallows. In order to perform SCP-7293, the following actions must be taken: Half of the honey must be used to draw a circle on a flat surface. This circle must be greater than one meter in diameter, and must use no more than half of the honey. The pine ash, gunpowder and remaining honey must be used to draw a nonagram within the existing circle. The three stuffed bears must be placed evenly apart at any three points in the circle. The toothpicks must be placed in such a way where they are somewhat upright, and making physical contact with the bear. Each of the toothpicks must then have a marshmallow placed on its top end. Allow the ambient Elan-Vital Energy of the ritual site to simmer for two to three hours. Using the flame-producing object, ignite each of the marshmallows individually. Once all six have been lit, throw the object into the nonagram.2 If the previous instructions had been executed correctly, the circle will produce a small explosion and a great deal of smoke. Once the smoke clears, SCP-7293-1 will be sitting in the circle, and the ritual will be complete. SCP-7293-1, photographed during a summoning on 03/10/2002. SCP-7293-1 is a deific entity which appears as a member of Ursus arctos (Brown bear). Excluding the drastically higher amount of Akiva radiation given off by the entity, SCP-7293-1 is physically indistinguishable from a non-anomalous member of its species. SCP-7293-1 is relatively passive, only displaying aggression if threatened itself. It also appears to possess an awareness of the location of any edible items within one mile of itself, appearing to prefer traditionally sweet foodstuff. Addendum 7293-1: The following is a collection of notable instances of SCP-7293 known to have occurred since its discovery by the Foundation in 2000. Date Of Performance Location Performed Additional Notes 03/09/2000 Containment Cell 2/38, Site-120 First documented casting of SCP-7293, following its discovery as part of a collected grimoire of rituals recovered from a hideout belonging to a local cell of the Serpent's Hand. Upon manifestation, SCP-7293-1 proceeded to escape its cell and make its way to the Site's cafeteria, where it would consume the majority of the confectionary which had been delivered earlier that same day. Several members of personnel managed to thaumaturgically bind SCP-7293-1 to a nearby table, where it would remain until demanifestation. In total, SCP-7293-1 injured twelve members of personnel and damaged three cafeteria tables. SCP-7293 receives provisional classification. 24/10/2000-17/04/2001 Downtown Detroit, Michigan Account received in correspondence with the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Unusual Incidents Unit. A group of criminals presumably discovered a copy of the ritual and performed it. SCP-7293-1 proceeded to break into several stores in the area, while the group used its presence as a cover to steal money from the store's cash registers. Following the initial incident, the ritual would be repeated several times over the course of the next six months. The group was eventually brought into custody when SCP-7293-1 raided a Starbucks location where several members of the local UIU offices were ordering their morning coffee. Incidents were covered up by crediting SCP-7293-1 to be a completely non-anomalous bear that the group had been keeping in a truck and releasing to act as a distraction. SCP-7293 receives full classification due to the wide spread of instructions detailing the ritual. 14/02/2002 Living District of FP-120 ("Esterberg") SCP-7293-1 summoned during a large picnic which was being hosted by the local Manna Charitable Foundation Center to raise funds for those who had lost their homes and jobs during the then-recent riots against the Marshall, Carter and Darke administration in FP-108 ("Gorična").3 Attendees were encouraged to bring their own food in order to share with others, leading to many bringing homemade goods. The area was evacuated and SCP-7293-1 proceeded to spend the next four hours consuming the majority of the food brought to the picnic. The individuals involved in the summoning were apprehended by Esterbergian authorities and the MCF was given a small cash donation as apologies for the inconvenience. 29/11/2002 Jurassic District of FP-01 ("Three Portlands") SCP-7293-1 was summoned and proceeded to spend the next three hours raiding a pop-up Ambrose Restaurants location which promised a "Tantalus-esque dining experience." In practise, this meant that any and all food would move, at speed, away from anyone or anything attempting to consume it. UIU and Foundation agents arrived on and secured the scene, and allowed SCP-7293-1 to continue chasing several bowls of ice cream, before it gave up and demanifested. Location staff were financially compensated for the damages caused by SCP-7293-1. The source of SCP-7293-1's summoning on this occasion is currently unknown and under investigation by the UIU. 20/12/2003 Site-120 Cafeteria SCP-7293-1 intentionally summoned by Department of Ontokinetics personnel during the Site-120 Christmas party. Several members of staff pacified the entity with slices of cake, while others dressed it in a fake beard, stocking cap and a red and white coat. SCP-7293-1 did not attempt to remove these articles of clothing, and remained in the cafeteria for the remainder of the party, largely remaining close to the refreshments table. Entity demanifested shortly after the party concluded. Subsequent sightings of SCP-7293-1 during the month of December have reported it wearing a similar outfit. 30/06/2022 Site-78 Hallway 6B During the 5th Siege of Hallway 6B, SCP-6945 summoned SCP-7293-1 from it's collected stockpile of snacks within the Site-78 breakroom. SCP-6945 then attempted to attack Site-78 security with SCP-7293-1 declaring the entity as its "war mount." SCP-7293-1 however turned back around and proceeded to raid the breakroom fridge instead before demanifesting. SCP-6945 was said to have incurred 150 dollars in damages to its "wares" as a result and has temporarily been discouraged from launching another containment breach. Addendum 7293-2: The following message was found lodged under the door to Site-120 Director Council member Ethan MacCarthy Junior's quarters on 04/01/2004. Surveillance footage from the corridor outside displays no sign of anyone delivering the letter. WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU BEARY MUCH Greetings to whoever this may concern We would like to thank you on behalf of all of the Bear Watch for taking the Administratbear off our hands for a few hours every once in a while He is very grumpy and does not like going out but always likes it when he does get going However we would like to ask that in the future you do not let him eat junk food while he is out and about He is meant to be on a diet and the constant eating of sweet sugary foods is not helping him lose weight We are aware he may be somewhat intimidating but he is very understanding and will not eat anything if you tell him not to In short please keep getting him out and about but make sure he sticks to his diet or there will be consequences — The Obearwatch Command More From This Author More From This Author BitOddInnit's Works SCPs SCP-6734 • SCP-7836 • SCP-7460 • Tales/GoI Formats Percy • Oliver's Shop Of Curiosities • Dancing In The Ashes • Anderson Robotics' Installation Guide: Your New Black Series Sidhe-Issue Wing Chassis! • Not Alone • Other Footnotes 1. Honey used in the ritual which had been stored in any other form of container less than twenty-four hours before the ritual will result in the ritual failing to proceed. 2. Should the object fail to land within the nonagram, but succeed in being lit, a Acedia-class Tartarean Entity will instead appear. Largely, they do not appreciate random summonings as the result of accidents. 3. A Free Port located in Italy and Slovenia with the second-largest Fae population in Europe, behind only Esterberg. Prior to the 2000s, the city had largely been politically controlled by the House of Marshall and the various organized crime families native to the city, the latter of which still majorly impacting the city's political scene to this day. |
SCP-7294 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7294 Level4 Containment Class: N/A Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: N/A link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-7294 slot is to remain unallocated. This designation is not to be assigned to future SCPs. All personnel below the clearance Level of 4 are to be denied access to this file and are to be made aware that there is no SCP object in the Foundation's database that is assigned to the number in question. All information contained in this document is objectively true. Personnel are strictly forbidden from attempting to disprove or deny any of the information contained in this file. Readers of this document are required to not pay any significant attention to the underlined information, as sentences highlighted in such a manner are objectively true and do not require the reader's attention. Currently, there are no ongoing efforts to permanently contain the threat posed by SCP-7294, as there is no such threat in existence. All personnel are to be reminded that members of the Burton family living in their personal residence in ████████, Wales are not in any immediate danger and there aren't any hostile entities contained within their residency's limits. For this reason, there are to be no ongoing efforts to find a way to safely evacuate the family's members from their home without triggering an aggressive reaction from SCP-7294. Description: As of the writing of this document, there is no anomalous item in the Foundation's database that is assigned to the slot of SCP-7294. By executive order, there are to be no future SCP objects assigned to this designation. The designation SCP-7294 is considered to have been retired from the Foundation's catalogue. Given that all information provided above is factually correct, it would be safe to say that: SCP-7294 is NOT an infohazardous entity that currently resides within a relatively large village house in rural ████████, Wales, United Kingdom. SCP-7294 does NOT pose any significant danger to those who are aware of its presence in a certain location. SCP-7294 does NOT show hostile behavior against subjects who make verbal remarks or undertake actions that qualify as acknowledging its presence in a certain location or its general existence. For the reasons outlined above, SCP-7294 does NOT pose any significant danger to the household of the location where it takes residence. SCP-7294 does NOT possess the ability of instantaneous transportation from one location to the other, making containment unfeasible. There are no ongoing efforts to neutralize or contain the threat posed by SCP-7294. Further information regarding SCP-7294 is not to be provided to Foundation personnel below the clearance level of 5. Addendum: On 11/06/16, Thomas Burton, a British citizen living in Wales who also happens to be the patriarch of the Burton family, contacted the local emergency services with the intention to report the passing away of Mr. Burton's mother Sophia Burton from a suddenly arising heart complication. Upon the emergency services' arrival, Mrs. Burton was found lying deceased on the ground, having expired from a cardiac arrest. After three of the medical staff were killed due to obscure factors, Foundation Mobile Task Force Eta-10 was alerted and dispatched to ensure the safety of the Burton family. The subsequent recovery operation was deemed a failure. It appeared that any attempt to relocate members of the Burton family to a new residency also DID NOT qualify as acknowledging the existence of SCP-7294, as there is no such entity or item in existence. Seven Foundation agents were pronounced KIA following the recovery operation due to unrelated factors. Amnestics were administered to all civilian witnesses except for members of the Burton family who were all promoted to the status of Class E Foundation agents. + INCIDENT LOG 7294-03 / LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - ACCESS GRANTED / CODENAME: BREAKFAST Excerpt from surveillance footage recovered from the Burton Residency on 04/03/17 [BEGIN LOG AT 8:30] <8:30> Thomas Burton (46) wakes up from their sleep in their personal bedroom. They look to their right to see that there is no one standing next to the foot of the bed, observing them. Mr. Burton gently wakes up their wife, Elizabeth (45), for breakfast. <8:31> Elizabeth Burton wakes up. Both Mr. and Mrs. Burton are visibly worried for obscure reasons. They get out of bed to awake their two children: Matilda (8) and Alex (17) Burton. There is no one else visible on the security footage who is following the couple to their children's bedroom. <8:33> Matilda and Alex wake up to see their mother, father and no one else standing in front of them. They too both become extremely worried like their parents for apparently no reason. <8:35> The family moves downstairs as no one else follows them. They begin making preparations as no one else observes. <8:37> Mrs. Burton grabs both of her children by the arms and gestures to them to be quiet. No one seems to be slightly bothered by this. <8:40> The family sit at the breakfast table and begin eating. Mrs. Burton has prepared eggs with ham for breakfast. The eggs are well cooked, yet, no member of the family seems to be enjoying the meal. No one can be seen standing behind Matilda, silently watching them as they eat. <8:45> Matilda becomes slightly distressed. This is thought to be unrelated to the fact that there may be something standing behind them who now has its hand on the girl's right shoulder. The rest of the family also becomes visibly distressed. <8:46> Mrs. Burton gestures to Matilda to be quiet. Matilda proceeds to slowly pick up a spoon resting on the table and lift it up, as if they are trying to use the spoon's reflective surface to observe an entity standing behind them. <8:48> There is nothing standing behind Matilda. Despite this, they begin progressively getting more and more distressed. <8:49> Mr. Burton panicks and attempts to slowly reach out to Matilda and make them place the spoon down. Matilda cannot contain their fear any longer, and they let out a brief scream which is cut short by them expiring. There is no factor visible in the room which could have possibly caused Matilda's death. For this reason, Matilda is presumed to have died from natural causes. <8:50> The family is visibly devastated about their youngest member's untimely death. However, they try very hard not to react to Matilda's death in any extreme manner as it is breakfast time, and any properly functioning family would hate to ruin such an important moment of the day. <9:13> The family finishes their breakfast during which Mrs. Burton tells a short story about the late Sophia Burton; and how she wishes to have paid more attention to and spent more time with her. Other family members also express great regret about ignoring and not caring about Sophia when she was alive. No one else except the Burton family is in the room, and they appear to be satisfied. Later that day, the family buries Matilda in the backyard of the family's house. The entirety of the Burton family along with six members of the Foundation surveillance team present around the area attend the funeral during which Mr. Burton delivers an emotional speech about his memories with his late daughter. They burst into tears halfway through the speech, and have to be comforted by family members. No one else is also among the attendees. The rest of the day continues as usual. [END LOG AT 00:00] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7294" by alanthechair, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7294. 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-7295 | safe | Item#: 7295 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Staff assigned to SCP-7295 must check regularly that no power is being fed to SCP-7295-1. Due to an increase in unexplained power surges, staff patrols have increased from once every day to once every hour. All personnel with international access to SCP-7295 have been advised to never press the 4th floor button. Rescue teams will not be sent for you. Description: SCP-7295 presently takes the form of a decrepit elevator housed within a condemned building (now designed as SCP-7295-1) 10 miles outside of Fort Worth, Texas. The interior of SCP-7295 appears heavily used with scuffs and dirt covering the walls and floor. A wide selection of music plays over the entity’s audio system, however, they are often distorted beyond recognition. Despite this, three songs have been identified. Two pieces are believed to be from the theatrical production “Mr. Blue Beard”, and the third appears to be an adaptation of “Hurrian Hymn #6”. While staff are currently working on ways to identify other pieces, the distortion has slowed progress. Attempts have been made to fix this maintenance issue but nothing has yielded results. The buttons of the elevator display options for floors 1-4. Under no circumstances should staff press the 4th floor button. At the bottom of the control panel are a 'door control' button and a help button. The 'door control' button works as intended but the help button behaves strangely. The help button will usually fail to work when pressed. However, in approximately 10% of uses the music will stop, and a woman's voice will recite a statement instead. The statements made by this voice are recorded in the addendum below. Discovery: SCP-7295 was first discovered when a group of city inspectors became trapped within SCP-7295 and pressed the help button. They unknowingly triggered Story Iteration 5 and upon leaving through the shaft, notified authorities. Their report pinged a Foundation AI alerting the nearby site of the anomaly. As the building was abandoned and scheduled for demolition, acquisition proved simple. Addendum 7295-A: Elevator Transcript: The previously-stated statements consist of five stories, apparently chosen at random STORY ITERATION ONE How many stories do you think start with the phrase "Once upon a time"? There must be millions, maybe even billions of universes stuck underneath the crushing weight of those words. Very well. Once upon a time. I was a woman living in a horrible, decrepit, three-story apartment. The walls cracked under the force of time and a half-assed paint job only barely covered the dark spots in the ceiling. Each morning I woke to the smell of mildew fighting a losing battle against my empty whisky bottles. This was my life. One I now dearly miss. You might find my description of this place repulsive and you'd be 100% right. It was a real piece of shit. In all likelihood it would only be a few more months 'til the only thing coming through the doors were wrecking balls and sledgehammers. There was little about this place I could describe as interesting or unique. There was one thing, however. I lived on the 3rd floor, the very top floor of the building. I knew it's the top because I often used the emergency exit outside my bedroom window to climb on the roof and smoke. There are only 3 floors in the building, that's an absolute fact. Yet, the elevator contained a button for a 4th floor. This wasn't exactly a reality-breaking detail, there could be a thousand reasons why that button was there. Maybe they originally planned for the building to be four floors? Maybe it was cheaper to buy an elevator with that button? Maybe it takes you to the roof? So the existence of the button wasn't exactly that big of a deal. However, anytime I took the thing I couldn't help but stare at it in curiosity. A nagging itch clawed itself into the back of my brain and imprinted the question in my mind. What would happen if I pushed it? For years I was able to suppress this urge and lived my shitty life completely fine being oblivious on all subjects floor 4. I don't know what it was that made that day special, after all, it started like any other. I awoke to find the smell of whiskey won the aroma battle today. I threw on a shirt and shorts I found on the floor before starting my very busy day with such difficult tasks, like rewatching Parks and Rec while eating cereal for lunch. My plans were thwarted when my milk failed the sniff test, forcing me to venture out to the local corner store. I threw on a jacket as it was the middle of winter and stepped into the dimly lit hallway of my apartment. The floors groaned as I made my way down, passing the many empty rooms. This was a dying community. In fact, I had no proof anyone besides even lived here anymore. I saw one old lady when I first moved in but she moved out years ago. She told me the owners were put under a lot of pressure back in the day for not helping in a missing persons search, and a lot of people left as a result. So there I was, the only soul in this empty husk. I stepped into the shaking elevator and reached to press the 1st-floor button. My hand stopped as my eyes locked onto the 4th-floor button. I barely even thought about it, I simply shrugged and pressed that fucking button. The doors shut and that was that. I leaned against the back elevator wall and stared at the floor as I waited for a response. The metal box was still for a long while before I felt it shift and start to rise, much to my surprise. My brain immediately made the connection that it must be going to the roof. I pulled out my phone and waited for it to stop so I could head to the ground floor. After a strangely long stretch of time, the doors opened and my eyes left my screen to see the night sky. I was frozen for a long while as I studied the outside scenery, my brain trying desperately to understand what exactly was happening. The first very wrong thing I noticed was that it was night. I just woke up and one look at my phone told me that it was still only 11:24 am. Yet somehow, the moon hung in the sky all the same. There was also the fact that the elevator seemed to open up to solid ground. It was knee-high grass that stretched forward for a long while before hitting a treeline. In the distance I could just barely see a dirt road. Something about this place felt familiar. I stepped out cautiously as if something out there would make anything about this scenario make sense. After a few moments of seeing nothing I stepped out completely. This was definitely the ground. I started to feel panic rise in my throat as any attempts at a rational explanation began to fall away. The elevator appeared as if it had sprouted straight out of the dirt and opened into someone's cow pasture. It stood as a silver monolith in the sea of grass. My investigation of the area was taking me further from the elevator that I intended. In the distance, I could see a building, a simple gas station planted a few hundred yards downhill from me. It stood guard over an empty intersection lit by a flickering light post. Somehow, I felt like I knew this place. I heard a ding and turned to see the elevator doors shut. A thousand thoughts flood through my mind in a wave of panic that hit like a truck. It’s honestly incredible how fast a human can grasp the gravity of a situation like this because instantly I was panicking and banging on the door. The box shifted and shook for a moment before it began to move. The machine was sinking into the earth. I slammed my shoulder into the glass and pulled fruitlessly at its edges to stop it but it made no difference. Before long the elevator sunk into the ground and the grass flowed over the top like water over a stone. The place was silent and still. It was the kind of stillness that makes you wonder if everyone on earth had suddenly vanished. I stayed there on my knees for a long while, staring at the ground as tears continued to burn my cheeks. The entire trip since getting into the elevator had managed to break any perception I had of reality before stranding me here. The moon shined a silver glow on my back as I came to terms with my current situation. I was stuck here. Wherever here was. I don't know how long I sat there before hearing it. Across the field, the dinging of the elevator echoed with the might of a gunshot. My head immediately snapped in that direction to see its silver frame in the middle of the intersection, right next to the gas station. With renewed enthusiasm, I stood and started walking. My steps made crunches over the dry grass as I made my way to the dirt road. Wind gently blew through the field, making it shift and writhe like a living thing. The aroma of manure told me this was definitely a cow pasture, somehow I knew that before. That being said there wasn't a cow in sight. There was a barn up the hill and piles of hay for them to eat but not a single cow. I eventually came to a barbwire fence and climbed over it expertly, tapping into my years of being a kid in the country. The cracking of leaves beneath my feet changed to the crunch of gravel as I stepped on the dirt road. It looked like the rocks making up its surface had been spread recently as they still held a white powder and lacked many tire impressions indicating use. The elevator grew closer and closer. My eyes never left its face as I feared looking away for even a moment would send it scurrying away again. Now that I traveled on the road I felt even more certain I had been here before. The layout of the trees and surrounding structures sent signals throughout my brain triggering my nostalgia. The only issue was that I couldn't find a single memory in my head putting me on this road. That is, till I saw the truck. My journey eventually led me to the gas station where a handful of cars sat parked in the driveway, one of which I recognized. A green truck rested two spots from the front door. The truck was old and had a heavy coat of dirt over its surface. On the back window were neat letters spelling out the words 'wash me'. That was my dad's old truck. He had it when I was really young and used it anytime the family was heading to church. I even remember writing the words 'wash me' on the back window. The elevator lost my attention for a moment as I walked to the gas station. The windows were dark but I could hear voices inside. There was the sound of dishes clattering and laughter. I felt a warm glow in my chest as I got closer and closer to the glass door. The smell of good, home-cooked brisket filled my nose causing a small smile to cross my lips. I did know this place. It wasn't a gas station, it was a diner repurposed from a gas station. The ancient pumps still stood tall under the overhang but they had run dry long ago. My dad took me and my mom here every Sunday after church to get the Sunday special. Brisket with mashed potatoes and gravy. My mouth watered at the memory as the smell grew stronger. There was a time I considered that my favorite food. I ate it every Sunday with a can of Dr. Pepper while Family Feud played in the background. Before I knew it I was at the door. The voices grew louder and laughed hysterically as Steve Harvey's voice spoke under the screams of his audience. My hand touched the door and pulled it open causing the bell above the door to jingle. The inside was dark and empty. Every voice had cut out the moment the door had opened leaving only Steve Harvey to fill the silence. I stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind me. The dust-covered floor felt like snow under my boot as I took in the surroundings. Just like the pasture this place was set up for the presence of people only to be completely devoid of life. Plates sat full of steaming food at every table along with different drinks and sides. At the very end of the bar were three plates of brisket, one of which sat next to a can of Dr. Pepper. The bar stool was cracks and I felt it poke me as I sat, my eyes fixed on the plate. Slowly, I picked up a fork and cut off a piece of meat. I studied it closely before lifting it to my mouth and biting off a corner. It tasted just as I remembered. "Okay Martha," Steve said over the box television's speaker, "We asked a hundred single men: Who is our lovely new guest?" That question felt odd. My eyes lifted up to the screen as the woman whispered with her family before answering, "We're going to go with Dawn Owens, Steve." My heart sank to the bottom of my chest. My name is Dawn Owens. Steven pointed at the screen which only had one available slot, "Dawn Owens!" The iconic correct sound went off before showing my name on the board. The camera hard cut to Steve who stared at me. He didn't stare at the camera. He stared at me. "We got a great show for you tonight, Dawn! We're going to have buckets of fun living out your favorite moments. I know for a fact I can't wait to see where this leads you. Am I the only one, everybody?" The crowd cheered as I jumped to my feet and ran to the door which didn't open as I pushed. I remember it would so this sometimes. You had to hold the door at just the right angle for it to open. The crowd laughed as Steve Harvey called out to me, "You running away, Dawn? Where you gonna go? I live in the space between every pixel and the static of every radio. There's nowhere you'll go I won't follow!" I finally got the angle right and shoved the door open, "She finally got it, everybody! Give’er a big hand!" Iron radiated from the back of my throat as I ran for the elevator. No matter how far I ran I could still hear the fucking crowd. It circled my skull and bit into my ears as tears streamed down my face. I don't even know why I was crying, everything was just so impossible that my body felt it had to or go mad. I finally ran through the open elevator door and pressed the 3rd-floor button. Nothing happened. I pressed every other button only for nothing to happen. The elevator speaker buzzed to life as a man's voice whispered through the static. "You can only go up from here, kid." I balled my fist and relented, pressing the button I had been neglecting. The 4th floor button. The doors shut and I watched the elevator rise. Through the window I watched us pass endless space. I am infinite sea of black nothingness so empty it felt as if it was pulling away my very mind. I fell against the wall and wept. "What is this place?" Note: Following this story iteration, an investigation was conducted into both the mentioned missing person’s case and the owners of the property. Very little was discovered involving the missing person and even less regarding the owners. In fact, there is not a single piece of documentation suggesting the building exists at all. It is unknown if this is due to SCP-7295 or the poor record keeping of the town. STORY ITERATION TWO I rode the elevator for what felt like an eternity. A billion thoughts flooded my mind as we rose higher and higher, the elevator music playing all the while. After some deep breaths and even more crying I was able to get myself calm enough to think. Okay. This was clearly something far beyond my understanding. I needed a breather and a moment to decide what I DID understand. What did I know? I knew I was in a Willy Wonka elevator crashing through a void and my childhood home. I knew I was completely and utterly out of my depth. And I knew Steve Harvey was somehow able to see me through a television. God, I sounded fucking insane. Maybe that was a better option. Maybe I had lost my sanity and was currently wandering the streets of the city rambling incoherently. I'd have liked that better than having this be my reality. My thoughts were cut off by the dinging of the elevator as the doors screeched open. This time the sun shone brightly on an asphalt street and cookie cutter houses sat at its borders. This was another place I recognized well. My family were proud residents of the Pine Curtain for years before having to move for work. Dad had gotten a shiny new job that allowed us to live in a fancy house far better than our old one. I sat and stared at the scene outside. I didn't want to move. The elevator music cut out as the man's voice spoke again, "It won't move till you leave. Best to not keep it waiting." I looked at the speaker in the corner of the ceiling, "Who are you? What is this place?" There was no answer. Wouldn’t really matter if there was one anyway because he was right, sitting here wasn’t progressing whatever this was. I had to go off what I knew and at that moment I knew moving forward got me somewhere. I stood and stepped out of the elevator which immediately shut and sunk into the road. The sky was a clear blue without a single cloud. Heat from the sun graced me with just enough warmth to be comfortable. It felt peaceful and cozy, like a fireplace was burning in my chest. I felt overwhelming peace as the scenery around me took me back to my childhood. I had to be at least twelve or thirteen at this point and the prospect of going somewhere new had really appealed to my sense of adventure. If that desire for adventure still lived in my body now it would probably be secretly thrilled about all this. My feet were the only sound I could hear as the street snaked to the left toward a park. The trip home had been tattooed in my brain even all these years later. I walked the road from my bus stop every day until I eventually graduated. If there was a place I could call home it was this city and this house. Number 768. I stood before the oak door and stared at those golden numbers. How many times had I stared at them feeling absolutely nothing? Had to have been thousands. The home security buzzed announcing my presence. I heard the clatter of dice and my parents laughing. It must have been Friday, we always had a game night that day and while my parents were meant to wait for me they often played a few games without my presence or consent. Over their voices a movie played over the television, by the sound of it I had to guess it was Jurassic Park. My father’s favorite 'dad movie' by far and I had seen it enough times to quote it from memory. Muscle memory pulled me through the door and tossed my shoes to the side. The place felt different, I thought it was bigger. I walked down the hall following the voices to the living room which immediately died upon me entering. The room was now empty and dark, like the sources of the noise had ran the moment I walked in. The only sound now was Dr. Sattler talking about the symptoms of an ill triceratops. I crossed the room and looked down at the coffee table where a Monopoly game sat half-played. The pieces on board were the top hat and the car. "Nice place," Laura Dern said from the television. I spun around to see her sitting in a green field, her eyes locked on me. I turned to run but hesitated, in all honesty I’m not sure why. Even now I couldn’t tell you what forced my feet still. "Wait," she said through the speakers, "Don't run again. I didn't mean to scare you. I just got a little excited last time." I don't know why but I listened and turned to the television, "You were Steve Harvey?" She chuckled, "Well I wasn't actually him. Just like I'm not actually Dr. Sattler." "Well then who are you?" "A friend. You won't get many of those here so you better cherish me." I nodded, "Okay friend, what is this place?" "Well, it looks like your childhood home." "Yeah, so why did my fucking elevator bring me here?” "Do you expect me to have an answer? I'm as trapped as you. But don't worry, it's your lucky day because I know a way out. Just keep riding the elevator and you'll eventually get spit back out right where it found you." Okay, I could work with that. I just needed to keep pushing forward. I moved to the coffee table and picked up a stray piece placed on the side. The thimble. My piece. I stared at it with a smile. "Happy family," the television said with a smile, "shame how things turned out." My head snapped to her immediately, "What did you say?" I didn't even let it respond before I picked up the remote and aimed it at the screen. "No wait," it cried out before I pressed the power button and only saw myself in the television. The remote fell onto the floor but my thimble stayed in my grip as I continued exploring the house. It was exactly how I remember it any Friday afternoon. Brownies baked in the oven, music played over Dad's record player, and Mom's candles infested my nose with feelings of home. I walked the halls, looking at our family photos, my throat tightening a bit. At a young age, the only thing I ever wanted was to move out but here I was as an adult yearning for the good ole days. At some point it dawned on me that I hadn’t moved in a while and I was starring at a picture of me and another young girl. My hand reached out on its own to touch its glass face. There wasn’t a spec of dust on it. Odd. We never really focused on dusting. Eventually, I made it to my room and pushed it open to see the explosion of pink colors and Hello Kitty merch. I always acted like I was embarrassed about my Hello Kitty phase but in reality, I never even grew out of it. I picked my plushie of her and crossed the room to my window. The best part about living here was that my room overlooked the park across the street which often had a host of ducks doing silly duck things. Today, however, it seemed empty apart from an elevator floating on the still water. I stared at the shore as flashes of memories crossed my mind. I smiled. The home security speaker buzzed to life, "Happy memories?" I felt the joy leave my body immediately upon hearing his voice, "How are you even doing that?" "I told you, I live in the currents that run through all things. I'll be able to follow you the whole way through." "Why? What do you want?" "Same thing as you. I want out of here." I said nothing but continued looking at the shore, the memories slowly growing darker. "That's where you met her, right?" I turned and started marching out, making no attempt to acknowledge the voice. "Yeah, might as well keep moving. After all, you have an elevator to catch." I was out of the house quicker than I thought possible but slower than I would have liked. As I stepped back onto the road I stared across the empty park to the reflective pond and silver elevator duplicated across its surface. I groaned as I realized I’d have to swim across. The paved road was soon abandoned in favor of lush grass that shone more vibrantly than I thought possible. I passed many places that contained happy memories. A picnic table where I sat with her talking for hours, putting my fingers through the holes absent-mindedly. A playground where we'd play hide and seek. The ancient oak we'd climb to tell one another secrets. This place was a graveyard for my happiest memories. None held a candle to what I found on the shore, however. Sitting at the edge of the sand-covered bank was a pink, paper boat. I picked it up as I heard her in my mind. This wasn’t the place speaking, this was a conversation I'd replayed in my head all my life. What are you doing? I'm making a boat. Out of paper? Yeah, why? Oh, I just don't think you'll make it very far riding that. Ha, ha, you're hilarious. Can you show me how to make one? Umm, yeah sure. Here's some paper. Can I have a green one? Sure, here you go. Now you just have to fold it like this, then here and there and… Just like that. Your’s looks great! Okay, let me try. Fold it like this, then here and there and… uhhhh… Well, you can't be perfect at everything your first time. Is it ugly? You want me to be honest? I don't know. It's the worst thing I've ever seen. Youch. See how it floats though. I pushed my boat into the pond and watched it circle around a green, mishappen mass of paper that I couldn't call a boat with a straight face. I smiled fondly as I watched the green boat sink. Guess I wasn't cut out to be a sailor. You'll get those sea legs eventually. I'm Hannah. I'm Dawn. A radio sitting on a nearby picnic table buzzed to life, "You expecting the elevator to come to you? Keep it moving, kid. I've waited long enough." I shook my head and relented, wading into the reflective pond exactly like I didn't want to. Ripples spread across the smooth surface, distorting the mirror image and twisting it into a funhouse mockery. The pond was shallower than I remembered it being, I felt the ground the entire way as I made my trek to the open elevator. As I crossed I passed the pink boat. I wondered how long it would float in the pond before sinking with the green one. Maybe they could both be friends at the bottom of the pond? But I only saw it continue floating as I crawled into the elevator and pressed the 4th-floor button. Note: Based off this account, Foundation personnel attempted to locate the house described, to find evidence that the events actually took place. Efforts were successful, but the house was found to have been demolished several years ago and the lake filled in. STORY ITERATION THREE The elevator traveled upwards through the void as the voice crackled over the speaker, "Feeling nostalgic?" "Something like that," I said with a sigh. "When was the last time you visited your parents? Has to have been years, right?" "How do you know so much about me?" "Because I'm your friend, Dawn." "I don't think I believe you." "Yeah, why's that?" “I feel… I don’t know.” “Go on, I won’t take offense,” there was a smile in his words. “I feel… unsafe when you speak. If you were actually my friend, I wouldn’t feel so hated every time a voice comes through a speaker.” It was true. Since the first moment I met this person I've felt nothing but resentment coming from the photons on screen. Nothing but rage through the waves of static. The voice chuckled in response, "It did take you so long to get here, Dawn." And with that, doors finally opened to a new scene. "Better keep walking, Dawn. I hate waiting." I was on a college campus that rang far too many bells. I stood in the parking lot near the Science Building in its crystal glory. The windows reflected the sun rising in the distance as birds sang from unseen places. At this time, students would be getting ready for class or recovering from a hangover. I remember going through both phases many times while shackled to my education. The elevator sunk into the ground behind me but I barely noticed. My body was taking me to the dorms where I'd find room B1-2 awaiting me. Windows into empty classrooms stood at my right, I could see the hollow rooms as I walked by. Unfortunately I managed to glimpse myself as well. Red hair fell over my shoulders messily and dark circles hung under my eyes. I had seen my reflection in these very windows many years ago and back then I considered myself quite pretty. Now I looked near dead. Had I really let myself go that much? I passed the science building and followed the sidewalk to the dorms I had called home. I always liked this place, it was nice and cozy. The only real problems were the rodeo boys on the other side of the dorm constantly being loud and annoying. I heard so many screams, whoops, and shitty guitar songs in my few years there than most people would have to endure in their entire life. However, there was always someone to help with that. When I arrived at my dorm I found it locked which wasn't surprising. I was notorious for losing my keys, however, I always had a method to quickly get into my dorm. I opened the window neighboring the door and crawled inside. The place reeked of blossom bath bombs and Whataburger bags I hadn't gotten around to throwing away. A bunk bed sat in the corner, the top covered in lavender blankets and the other bright pink with a Hello Kitty plushie sitting on the pillow. In the corner of my room was my roommate's gaming setup. She had two monitors and spent much of her time playing through the many soulsborne games with extensive lore she'd parrot back to me. That might sound annoying but I happened to really enjoy the stories she told. Sometimes I wonder where she is now. I hope she's happy. Hollow voices and laughter came from the common room. My own voice cackled along with another I have heard in every dream I've had for the past five years. Under our cackling, I noticed the gentle tunes of 8-bit music and knew the scene playing out. Hannah wasn't in college but she'd still come see me constantly. We'd play video games, watch movies, and drink a healthy amount of alcohol till the sun rose in the moring. This specific game was an indie project similar to old Nintendo games. God we had a fucking blast voicing each character with new, wacky pitches. Oh my god, he does not sound like that! He literally does though, he just said, "Howdy!" I say howdy all the time, dude! And you also have a country accent. I do not have an accent! "I ain't got no dadgum accent." Ha, ha, no come back I'm kidding. No, this is unforgivable. Get off of me. I'm going to end it all. Aww, poor baby gonna cry? You gonna cry? Little country bitch baby? Jesus, I might now. No you won't because then I'd leave. You wouldn't be able to hang out with me. Then what would you do? Live a quieter life. We laughed together for a while as we leaned back on the couch and looked into each other's eyes. I'm sure it was just the alcohol but I acted on a desire I didn't even know I had. I had always thought of Hannah as my closest friend but in that moment I knew I wanted her to be more than that. I leaned in and kissed her. … What the fuck? Oh god… Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't know why I just did that. I'm drunk and- Oh shit… Why did I say that? I was caught off guard and wasn't, like, upset. I was just shocked. God, I'm a fucking idiot. Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. No, it's fine, Dawn. Let's just forget about this and- Dawn. Listen to me. It is okay. To be honest I've kind of wanted you to do that for a while now. Really? Yes! You fucking moron! I've been dropping hints since, like, freshman year. You have? I'm going to hit you. You can't take a hint to save your life. Then why'd you react like that? I never thought you'd actually do it. Of course, my dumbass had to ruin it. Yeah, nice one. I'll hit you. … Well, we can always start over and try it again. I think I'd like that. The living area was dark and empty. The only light shone from the television displaying pixelated sprites and text boxes. The smell of liquor filled my nostrils as I crossed the small room and stepped behind the coffee table. My body collapsed right where I sat all those years ago. I looked where she had been and wished she was there now. I sensed him there before even looked. It’s like I could smell his resentment. A sprite on the television stared forward at me as a text box with red lettering appeared. "So this is where it started, huh," it asked, gesturing to the bottles on the table, "I don't blame you. Can't kiss a pretty girl without a chest full of liquid courage. You didn't drink just for the courage though, did you?" "Shut up," I said. "It's nothing to be upset about, Dawn. After all, you have a disease. That's what you tell yourself at least. To take the blame away from yourself. But that doesn't help as much as another bottle, does it?" "You don't know what you're talking about," I said quietly. The sprite jumped at the screen as the lights flickered and the smoke detector screamed out into his words. I covered my ears and cringed as he screamed, "I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! I've seen your life beginning to end. I know who you were. I know who you are. I know who you're going to continue being. We don't change, Dawn. We are who we always have been." "What do you want from me!" From my dorm mate's room, I heard the ding of the elevator. The sprite nodded to it, "I want you to get in the fucking elevator." I stood and did as I was told. I felt tears roll down my cheek as I knew what came next. Note: This was the first story iteration recorded. Originally the Foundation agents assigned to SCP-7295 believed it to be an elaborate stunt. However, investigation into SCP-7295-1 itself showed many strange objects within the brickwork. Over the next week, investigators recovered nearly a dozen fossils sealed into the structure. When radiometric dating of the bricks failed, the age was discovered using anomalous means revealing the stone to be over 7 billion years old. This would easily make the apartment older than Earth and even the sun. Further investigation is ongoing. STORY ITERATION FOUR The elevator opened to a dark road leading to a house branded with Greek letters. Solo cups and trash covered nearly every inch of the lawn as music blasted over the speakers. The ground seemed to almost shake with the rumble of screams and music from inside the building. I shook my head and turned my eyes to the ground, "I can't do this." "You think you have a choice?" The elevator began to sink in the ground with me inside. Panic started again as I imagined getting trapped within this thing and stuck in the void for all of eternity. I jumped through the closing door and rolled onto the cold, moist asphalt. Are you sure this is a good idea? I have to get up kinda early tomorrow. We're going to have fun, Hannah. Just loosen up a little. I grabbed my head and shook the thoughts out, "I don't want to see this!" "Get up and face it like a fucking man," the speakers screamed down at me, "I didn't wait all these years to waste time watching you cry." I stayed on the ground. Breath was coming fast. I was hyperventilating. My vision was going black. Toxic memories tried to claw their way over my skull. I rolled onto my back and watched the stars stare down at me. The voice continued, "You want to go home, don't you? You won't get there lying on the floor." My breath slowed a moment as I gathered myself. "You've lived this once already," the voice said, "surely you can do it again." I picked myself up and stared up at the house, tears in my eyes. I don't really know any of these people, Dawn. I'm not really comfortable with this. It's fine, we'll have some drinks and head home. I stood in the foyer of the house surrounded by beer pong tables and half-emptied liquor bottles. On one of the tables were two cups with the names Dawn and Hannah scribbled on the sides. "She didn't even wanna be here, did she?" the voice came from the flat screen as a singer I couldn't name suddenly focused on me. "You already know, why are you asking me?" "Because I want to hear you say it." I closed my eyes as tears built up at their edges, "No. She didn't want to be here." Who invited you here, Dawn? What? I said who invited you here? I don't see anyone I recognize. Some guy, I don't know. You just showed up here because some guy told you to. I'm just trying to have a good time, can you lay off a minute? I was in the living room now where Scream was playing. Randy Meeks smiled at me as I entered the room, "Do you regret it? Probably not considering regret means you'd change your actions given the chance." "Of course I regret it," I yelled at him. "Then why haven't you changed, Dawn? You're still the same fucking drunk that-" "Stop!" "You don't want me to say it? Then what are you going to do when you have to see it?" "I said stop," I screamed before grabbing a beer bottle and throwing it at the screen. Cracks spiraled from the point of impact and for just a moment I could see what appeared to be an empty theater before it turned black. Dawn… I don't feel good… Okay, we'll leave in a minute. I can't see straight… I said we'll go in a minute! I think someone put something in my drink. Wait are you serious? Are you- Please Dawn, please just take me home… I stood back outside before my own vehicle, how had I gotten here? I don't remember walking there. I was certain I hadn't. I had just been in the living room. The speakers buzzed to life, "She couldn't drive after being roofied but there you were, her knight in shining armor. How many drinks had you downed that night? Do you even remember?" "I'm not doing this," I said. "You already did." I heard a ding and looked down to see the ground beneath me had changed to the doors of the elevator. They flew open and I was falling through the empty shaft. Darkness surrounded me as I twisted and swerved through the road. The headlights of my car were dim and a light drizzle was making it hard to navigate the street. Hannah cried silently beside me as we sped through the streets. I felt my blood boiling and my voice grow hoarse from screaming. I blinked and suddenly things were wrong. Things were blurry. I couldn’t see through the windshield. Gravity pulled my scarlet hair to the ceiling. Bile rose in my throat as I tasted metal in the air. It took me a few attempts before my disoriented mind could unbuckle and fall to the car's ceiling. I couldn't look at her. I closed my eyes and started to crawl through the broken windshield. Hannah? Oh my god, Hannah! Hannah! You're okay! You're going to be okay. Please, please baby please be okay. I need you to be okay. I need to be okay. God fucking… God please just… Fuck… Fuck! FUCK! I heard the car's radio laugh at me as I rolled out of the car and collapsed on the road, "That one drink must have been really important to you. That party meant more to you than her life. Meant more to you than her death too since that didn't stop you from grabbing another bottle." "Who the fuck are you," I cried out to the voice as the flames burned the car to ash. "This place isn't about me anymore, kid! It's about you and what you did! What did you do, Dawn?" "Fuck you!" "WHAT DID YOU DO?" The flames found their source and blew the car to smithereens. I fell back from the force directly through the doors of the elevator. I landed in my bed and stared at the half-assed paint job of my ceiling, the smell of liquor and mildew hit me like a ton of bricks. My television played Parks and Rec, April stared at me from behind the screen. "You killed your fucking girlfriend and decided to drown her memory in an ocean of booze. Honestly, you should have died with her but you decided to live on, bringing down everyone with you. Couldn't hold down a job so you had to beg Mommy and Daddy for rent and drink money. Mommy had to pull doubles just to support your pathetic ass. You remember, right? Of course you do. You'll never forget the look your father gave you when you asked him for a couple hundred bucks at her funeral." I sobbed and held myself as the weight of everything fell on my shoulders, "Please. Please. Please. Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home." "You know where the elevator is," the television said, "I'll be waiting for you up above." I didn't leave the bed for a long while. I simply sat and cried myself to sleep. Note: A month into SCP-7295’s investigation led to an interesting development. A nearby family reported that a man came to their home, claiming he used to live there. The family told him they had lived in the house for more than 40 years and he looked far too young to have lived there before that. The description the family gave of the man was nearly identical to the missing person mentioned in story iteration one. All attempts to find this person have been unsuccessful. STORY ITERATION FIVE I woke up in the elevator with no memory of how I got there. Void passed by the windows as the same damn music played over the speakers. I sat in silence and watched the nothing pass by. Was this hell? Had I finally died and been dragged to hell to suffer for what I'd done? The elevator doors opened and this time I saw something I didn't recognize. The room was vast and dark. Rows of seats sat positioned before a massive theater screen. Standing just before that screen was a man. I stood and stepped into the theater, the elevator doors shutting behind me. "Hello, Dawn," the man said in a voice identical to the one I'd heard in the elevator, "it's lovely to finally see you." "Who are you?" I asked. "I told you. I'm your friend." "I'm tired of your goddamn games," I yelled, "I sat through all of that to get here and get back to my fucking home! You owe me an explanation! Tell me what this place is!" He smiled patiently, "I will. Please, have a seat." I stared at him silently for a few minutes before relenting and sitting in the nearest seat. The man nodded to me, "Very good." "Now tell-" "To tell you the truth I don't know what this place is," the man began, "I mean obviously it's a building now but it hasn't always been that. Being here as long as me connects you to it in a way. It's been many different things over the course of history and I'm sure it will continue being different things in the future when the apartment visage stops drawing people in." "Are you saying this place is… alive?" He shrugged, "I only know what the last guy told me and what I’ve been able to steal from its memories. There is one thing that is certain. This thing is hungry. It built your entire life and put you through it in order to suck the emotion like marrow from a bone. Let me put it in a way you'll understand, you are a very nice bottle of liquor for it to nurse for the next few years." "Next few years?! No, you told me… You said that you knew a way out of here." "I do. You see it can only take one person at a time, while it's powerful it's still limited to that. So the only way you can escape is if someone comes to take your place." I felt my heart drop as I finally realized what he was saying. The man's voice cracked as he spoke, "You have no idea how long I've waited for someone to press that 4th-floor button just as I did. You don’t die here. No force, not time, nor your own hand will stop it or the memories." I jumped to my feet and ran for him but was stopped as strings of light shot from the theater screen and wrapped around my limbs. I struggled and screamed as the pixelated strands of television and static lifted me into the air. The man smiled up at me. The elevator rose from the ground behind him, the doors opening to greet him like an old friend, "I wish I could say I felt any kind of empathy for you, Dawn. But I can't feel anything, save this pure and utter joy right now. I'm going home. I've been here for decades but I'm finally going home. I hope you enjoy the film, Dawn. You'll be seeing it a lot." He stepped into the elevator and vanished behind the doors. I watched the metal box sink into the floor as the projector buzzed to life and started a film. I watched as my life began to play on screen. I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle. I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle. I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle.I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle.I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle.I watched Hannah. I watched our kiss. I watched the crash. I watched the bottle. I cried out to whatever held me in place, begging it to kill me. I just wanted this to end. I wanted to burn in hell for all of eternity. Anything to escape seeing her again. Anything to escape. I was met with silence. Note: This is eternal. Addendum 7295-B: Following a long period of radio silence from the team assigned to SCP-7295, an MTF squad was sent to conduct a wellness check. Upon arriving to the location, the team reported SCP-7295-1 had completely vanished. The captain remarked that the plot of land looked as if there had never been a building there at all as the vegetation replacing it was thick and old. All attempts to locate the missing researchers have failed as their trackers stopped responding at the same moment they did. The last location recorded was from the team technician and it pinged him exactly where SCP-7295 once resided but 167 miles inside the Earth’s mantle. Investigation into SCP-7295’s current location is still ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7295" by TV_Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7295. 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-7296 | safe | Item#: 7296 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7296 is contained within a display case in the psychotherapy office of Site-24. A permit must be submitted to Head Researcher Dr. Daven Laurier in order to utilize SCP-7296 and a psychologist must be present for the duration of SCP-7296's effect. Personnel are allowed to request a 3-5 day leave after utilizing SCP-7296. Description: SCP-7296 is a white cotton pillow that is possessed by a class III1 spectral entity. Once a subject rests their head on SCP-7296, they enter a state of lucid dreaming and recall specific memories from their past. SCP-7296's anomalous effect alters these memories introducing slight modifications tailored to each subject. It predominantly focuses on reenacting past traumatic events and facilitating the recollection of unresolved closure. Following this interaction, subjects experience an elevated sense of euphoria and an overall improvement in their emotional condition which persists for an indefinite duration. The efficacy of SCP-7296's treatment depends on the user's psychological state, prior exposure, and coping capabilities after the initial interaction. In the event of a relapse, the spectral entity associated with SCP-7296 (here by referred to as SCP-7296-A) manifests within the subject's psyche. SCP-7296-A appears as a middle-aged woman with long black hair wearing a white dress. Serving as a consoler, SCP-7296-A acts as a conduit for the subject's emotional afflictions. Encounters with SCP-7296-A induces an extended period of euphoria, yielding outcomes consistent with SCP-7296's standard treatment. As of now, only two instances of this manifestation have been recorded. Discovery SCP-7296 came to the Foundation's attention following reports from agents stationed in Yokohama, Japan, regarding unusual conversations, hallucinations, and behavioral changes in the general public. Upon reviewing the reports, the Foundation observed similarities and conducted an investigation. It was discovered that many affected individuals were employees of the company ████████ Co., which had a history of poor employee welfare and unethical practices. Further research led to the identification of SCP-7296 in possession of one of the employees. After confiscating the object, field operatives traced its origins to an abandoned apartment complex in ██████,█████████ via retail network line. The site was in the process of demolition. During the investigation, operatives found a note sealed in a waterproof envelope. The note has been sent for translation by linguistic specialists. [Transcribed within Addendum 7296.3]. Addendum 7296.2: Initial trial Following the discovery of SCP-7296, researchers proposed it as a potential therapeutic tool for Foundation personnel. Site Director Prof. Felix Dyer approved the proposal, and testing commenced with D-class personnel to evaluate its therapeutic effects and identify any potential side effects. Based on the successful results from these tests, SCP-7296 will undergo a trial phase to determine its suitability for staff use. Dr. Daven Laurier personally requested to participate in the trial, and permission was granted by Prof. Felix Dyer. To accurately observe the effects of SCP-7296 on Dr. Daven Laurier, the use of a Psychosphere2 Reality Observer (P.R.O)3 device was permitted to visualize his mind during the trials. Trial log 7296.1 - Hide block Date: 02/02/2020 Trial Subject: Dr. Daven Laurier P.R.O neural link: Unstable Foreword: Due to an incident involving a failed experiment with SCP-████. Dr. Laurier suffers from monophobia4 and has shown signs of decline in his work efficiency. <Begin Log> [The video starts with Daven taking notes during a lecture. The audio is distorted, emphasizing the professor's voice and the ticking of a clock. The video focuses on the whiteboard and Daven's notes, with the background slightly blurred. A hand grabs Daven's left shoulder, and a loud whisper is heard.] Riley: Hey, HEY…! Earth to Daven. You there? Daven: [flinches] What? What's wrong? Riley: My pens ran out of ink. Got any spares? Daven: Sure, hold on. [Daven quickly searches his bag and hands Riley a pen cartridge without giving his disorganized bag much attention.] Riley: Always prepared, huh? Writing down every word? Daven: [While writing] Only the important stuff. Riley: Maybe take a breather once in a while? [The lecture ends, and Daven hurriedly packs his bag. Riley grabs his right shoulder, stopping him abruptly.] Riley: Where the hell are you going? Daven: To my next clas- Riley: It's your lunch break, genius. No classes now. [Daven's vision widens in realization.] Daven: Seriously? [checks his watch] Didn't realize the day was halfway over. Riley: Must be nice living in your own time zone, huh? Come on. Let's go. [As they walk towards the cafeteria, a bright light and accompanying noise interrupt the scene. The video transitions to an outdoor cafeteria with translucent glass roofing. Daven and Riley stand in line. When it's Riley's turn Daven appears panicked.] Daven: I think I lost my card. Can I use yours for today? Riley: Seriously? Fine, take it. I'll find us a table. [Daven collects his order and proceeds to check out. As he scans the card, he hears a beep indicating insufficient balance.] Daven: What…? [Scans card] [BEEP]. Daven: [Frustrated sigh] [Daven begins to grip the card aggressively.]. Cafeteria lady: Any problem? Daven: O-oh, nothing… no problem. [Daven mumbles to himself, feeling frustrated.] Mary: Hey! Daven: [flinches] [A female student approaches with his lost ID card in hand.] Mary: Are you Daven Laurier? Daven: Yea- yes, I am. Mary: Found your card near the lecture hall. Daven: Oh, thank you. I appreciate it. Mary: No problem. See you around. Daven: …bye. [Daven watches Mary walk away before paying for his order and joining Riley at their reserved table.] Riley: What took you so long? Daven: Fuck you. [Another bright light appears, accompanied by increasing noise distortion. The scene shifts to an outdoor recreational area with a prominent tree. It is presumed to be the following day. Daven approaches Mary, who is sitting on a bench, engrossed in sketching.] Daven: Hi… Mary: Oh, hey. Daven: …Here, this is thanks for finding my card earlier. [hands the beverage to her.] Mary: Oh, that? You really didn't have to pay me back, but thanks. Daven: …It's more for my own peace of mind than repayment. Mary: Well, if you say so… [They sit, sipping their beverages. After a few minutes, Daven initiates a conversation.] Daven: What are you drawing there? Mary: Just a sketch of the tree. Helps me unwind from all the assignments and tense lectures, you know. Daven: The lectures stress you out? Mary: And you don't? Daven: I find them interesting… most of the time. Mary: Interesting, yes, but overwhelming. I burned out in a class today. I don't know how I'll catch up. Daven: Don't you have friends to ask for notes? Mary: They're just as lost as I am, to be honest. [Mary sighs, and Daven notices blood-red liquid dripping from the side of his can, perplexing him. Ignoring this, he takes a final sip and resumes speaking.] [Audio begins to fill with slight noise and sudden frequency spikes.] Daven: Maybe I can help. If you need any explanations, just ask. Mary: Really?… But are we even going to the same classes? Daven: I read a lot of textbooks from other majors during my breaks. They're not a problem for me. Plus, our schedules seem to align since we met yesterday. Mary: [Retrained chuckle]. You actually read those thick books during your breaks? Daven: Yeah, so? What's so funny? Mary: I never thought any sane person would even touch those books if given the choice. [laughs softly]. [Daven becomes flustered, fiddling with his hair. The audio experiences slight distortion.] Daven: Hey, I'm the one offering help here. Do you want it or not? Mary: Sorry, sorry. I'll gladly acce- [Noise accumulates mid-dialogue]. Daven: What was that? Mary: I'll gladly ac-ac-ac-ac-acep-p-p-p- [Mary's speech distorts, resembling a deteriorating VHS tape. Daven stumbles back, seemingly aware of the distortion.] Daven: What the- Mary: ac-ac-ac-accept it, Daven. [The following words are dragged reverberantly] Why… why? [Mary slouches forward, causing Daven to step back hesitantly. Suddenly, Mary's head twists, emitting an eerie crack, and Daven falls backward as her eyes turn pitch black.] Mary: [The following words reverberate] Why… WHY? Daven: No… Stay back. I said STAY BACK- [Video abruptly ends.] <End Log> Aftermath: Dr. Laurier jumps out of bed, gasping for air, his eyes wide open. After reviewing the footage, Dr. Laurier was questioned by the on-site psychologist, to which he refused to answer and stormed out of the room in frustration and distress. Dr. Laurier was subsequently granted a 4-day leave. Trial log 7296.2 - Hide block Date: 16/02/2020 Trial Subject: Dr. Daven Laurier P.R.O neural link: Unstable Foreword: Dr. Laurier reluctantly agreed to resume his treatment with SCP-7296 after persuasion from the on-site psychologist as well as several present colleagues. <Begin Log> [The video starts with Daven photographing Mary at a beach with a picturesque horizon and cloud formations resembling hills and mountains. Mary wears a yellow sundress with pink flower patterns and a floppy straw sun hat.] Daven: Perfect shot. [Mary approaches Daven to see the picture.] Mary: Wow! You really captured the moment. Daven: I think I found my new passion. Mary: Sure looks like it. Now it’s your turn. [Daven stands on the same spot as Mary did and attempts to do an awkward pose consisting of a thumbs up.] Mary: What are you doing? Daven: Posing. Why, too much? Mary: You look like you’re being held at gun point. Just relax your hands and smile. [Mary gestures a smile while dragging her right finger across her cheek.] Daven: Alright. [As the camera clicks, an object flies in front of Daven’s face, startling him.] Mary: Got it. [Ignoring it, Daven approaches Mary and leans over to view the picture. The photograph captures the exact moment when a white sparrow-like bird obscures Daven's eyes and nose, leaving only his smile visible.] Mary: [Laughs] This bird just photo bombed your picture. Daven: Where the hell did it even come from? Mary: Who knows. But I am definitely keeping this. It looks so pretty. Daven: Me or the bird? Mary: Both. Now come on. Let’s take one together. [Daven and Mary return to the same spot, preparing to take a selfie. The camera clicks, and the scene transitions to a public restroom. Daven adjusts his navy-blue suit and striped tie, looking at himself in the mirror. He takes out a silver engagement ring with a small sapphire, before closing it.] [He then begins to pace in the restroom.] Daven: [Mumbles quietly] [Audible Inhale] You can do this… You can do this… [Daven puts the ring back in his pocket and exits the restroom. The scene shifts to a cruiser. As he walks past the attendants, audio noise accumulates. Unbeknownst to Daven, the attendants appeared glitching with white cracks on their faces, resembling his colleagues in the Foundation.] Daven: Hey. Mary: Oh hey. What took you so long? Daven: Held one for too long, sorry. Enjoying the view? Mary: Needed some fresh air. It was bit cramped in there and there was a nice cold breeze out. Daven: …Mary I- [CRACK]- [Flinches] [A large crack began forming behind Mary and crawling towards them slowly. Daven takes notice but pretends to be oblivious.] Mary: Yes? Is something wrong? Daven: N-no its nothing. Its just, I- [Pause]. I never felt this happy all my life… Mary: …Me too. Being with you has been amazing, Daven. Daven: [Eyes begin to widen]…God, I am terrible at this… [The cracks encircle them. The attendants started approaching Daven. Their faces now consist of hovering white shards, with only their mouths remaining visible.] Daven: Mary… [Daven kneels down]. I- BEEP BEEP BEEP [The cruiser's siren blares, casting a red-tinted hue. Daven notices the attendants encircling him and chanting incomprehensibly. Mary remains unfazed, while blood tears stream down her face.] Daven: M-Mary…? [In the distance, white lights ascend and burst like fireworks, followed by flaming debris falling onto the cruiser. Daven panics as the visual distorts briefly.] [Mary's voice glitches as she speaks.] Mary: Why did you do it? Daven: [Flinches] Mary: Why, Daven? [Mary raises her head. Her skin appeared pale and bruise marks formed on her neck.] Daven: N-no, Mary. I-… I never- [The cracks widen, separating Daven and Mary on the cruiser and Daven stumbles near the edge.] Daven: MARY! [The attendants restrain Daven as he desperately reaches out, watching Mary disappear from view.] Daven: MAR- [Video abruptly ends.] <End Log> Aftermath: Dr. Laurier screamed as he jumped out of the bed. His arms reached as he raised his body. Tears begin to run down Dr. Laurier’s face as he gasped for air. He then barges out of the room to his office and refused to go into questioning. Dr. Laurier was excused a 5-day leave by the request of his peers. Trial log 7296.3 - Hide block Date: 04/03/2020 Trial Subject: Dr. Daven Laurier P.R.O neural link: Begins Unstable before Stabalizing in the last few minutes of the recording. Foreword: Dr. Laurier's colleagues proposed a final trial for SCP-7296 before concluding the trials as a failure. Additional preparation time was granted to Dr. Laurier before commencing. <Begin Log> [The video begins with Daven Laurier going through reports and signing documents related to SCP-████. He appears exhausted, with signs of fatigue evident in his blinking and occasional head bobbing.] Mary:… [Daven notices Mary nearby, drinking from a custom mug and glancing at him.] Daven: What is it Mary?… Mary: When was the last time you slept Daven? Daven: Two days ago… I think? Mary: Are you sure it's not longer? Those dark circles under your eyes aren’t getting any better. Daven: It can’t be that bad. Mary: You look like a tired raccoon. Daven: Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? Mary: It won’t be if you keep going like this. Daven: It's fine. I just have a few more documents to go through, then I'll leave work early. [Mary raises an eyebrow, noticing the pile of files on Daven's desk.] Mary: You still haven't kicked that habit since uni, have you? Daven: What habit? Mary: …Nevermind. [Mary takes half of the files from Daven's desk, offering to help with the workload.] Daven: Wait, are you sure? I can handle it on my own. You don't have to- Mary: Let’s get this done by tonight. Daven: Well… if you insist. Mary: It feels like ages since we had dinner together, right? Daven: … [Mary smiles softly.] Mary: Let's go somewhere nice today. [Noise accumulates and The scene shifts to Daven and Mary conducting an experiment on SCP-████ within a secured zone. During the test, the room starts vibrating, causing distress among the researchers. Contents of the experiment and the SCP object is archived as per protocol.] [20 minutes later, the entire room began to shake violently. Cracks and sudden decay can be seen on the walls and roof. All personnel began to evacuate the area. Daven and Mary were comparatively far behind. A gurgle and an organic screech can be heard in the background. As they attempt to run and avoid the falling debris, a SCP-████-2 instance appear out of the corner. The creature shoots a projectile from its oral cavity, towards them and hits Mary in the leg.] Mary: [Screams in pain.] Daven: MARY! [The creature gives chase. Daven swiftly drags Mary into a nearby room and barricades the door with a desk. The creature relentlessly pounds and claws at the door. After a grueling struggle, the attacks subside, and the room stabilizes. Daven gasps for breath, but violent coughing overcomes him. Mary lies on the floor, bleeding from her mouth.] Daven: M-Mary- [Daven runs towards her.] It’s okay. It’s gonna okay. I’m here. Mary: Da-ven- heuuuuughh [Cough cough] r- ru- Daven: I’m right here, d-don’t worry. So please… hang in there. [Vision becomes blurry.] [Daven frantically searches for first aid, rummaging through drawers and closets. Meanwhile, a scraping sound emanates from Mary's direction, unnoticed by Daven. His vision continues to blur.] Daven: [Mumbles] Please, please, please, please. Please don’t let it be too late- [A dark silhouette catches Daven's attention. He swiftly leaps to the left as the silhouette smashes the table, leaving a noticeable dent.] Mary: Da… ven… Daven: N-no… [Mary's movements became sluggish, her limbs hanging like a ragdoll. Her skin morphed, forming small clawed appendages, while her veins pulsated prominently. With her right arm pulled back, she advanced towards Daven, poised for an attack.] Mary: [In a raspy, but hollow voice.] Why… did you do it Daven? Daven: [Flinches] [The surrounding area begins to form cracks and ‘shatter’. It is at this moment Daven becomes self-aware that it is a memory.] Mary: Did you h-hate me that much? Daven: N-no Mary! I love you! I-I love you more than anything this world could offer- [Daven takes a step forward.] Mary: Then why… [She raises her right arm.] Why did you kill me! [Mary lunges at Daven, who instinctively pushes her aside, causing them both to fall. Daven's shoulders collide with the piled furniture, while Mary's head hits the floor with a soft crack. She struggles to recover.] Mary: It hurts. It hurts Daven! Why did you hurt me! [Daven slowly gets back at his feet while Mary appears to still be recovering from the fall. The surrounding area begins to crumble into darkness.] Daven: [Mumbles] I love you. I loved you so much. [Vision becomes blurry.] I never felt so happy in my life when I was with you. [Daven goes closer to Mary, hesitantly. She doesn’t appear to be attempting to get up.] Daven: [Mumbles] I-I never wanted to do it [Hic], even if it’s not real… [Daven kneels on top of Mary and slowly grips her neck.] Daven: … I don’t want to. [Tears stream down his face.] Please… not again. [Daven tightens his grip on Mary's neck as she gasps for air, offering no resistance. A hue of white begin to overlay the dark floor as tears stream down his face. He tries to look away, but an unseen force holds his gaze. Mary's body goes limp, her eyes fixed on Daven.] [With a deforming body, Mary raises an arm to stroke Daven's face, wiping away a tear. Tears flow down her eyes as she takes her final breath, offering a soft smile and mouthing her last words.] [Her arm drops, her body fading into white, merging with the surroundings. Daven crouches, motionless, immersed in blurred darkness, accompanied by stifled weeping. Four minutes pass until a light illuminates the top of his vision.] SCP-7296-A: You did all you could… [He looks up and sees a silhouette of a woman crouching down towards him. Visual is still too blurry to determine its characteristics.] Daven: W-Who… are you? SCP-7296-A: Someone you can talk too. Daven: Shut up, SHUT UP. Everybody says that, but nobody listens!!! SCP-7296-A: …She would’ve wanted the same. Daven: Want what!? I… I killed her… with my own hands. SCP-7296-A: You saved her. She didn't want you to end up like she did. Daven: It was my fault. The experiment, the breach… everything. [Crying ensues] it-it should’ve been me. Not her. SCP-7296-A: Then what about Mary? How would she feel if you were under her hands? [Pause] SCP-7296-A: There are many around you who had lost a loved one. Most, unable to be there when they passed. And yet… they find strength in knowing they still have a purpose, someone to guide or inspire. And they're never alone, for there are always others who stand beside them, ready to catch them if they fall. Daven: Others…? SCP-7296-A: If it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t have met. They know that someday, you’ll push through and become the person they’ve chosen to follow. Daven: B-but, I can’t… I can’t go back to way I use to… not without her. My colleagues, everyone… I know they’re trying to help me. But… It’s just so hard without her. Even when I’m around them, the people I had always worked with for years… I feel so lonely. it's- its's like.. SCP-7296-A: It’s like you’re in different world from theirs. So disconnected from them even when they’re so close. It feels as if the one person who helped you cross the bridge to their side, suddenly disappeared. And now… you feel lost without them. Not knowing where to pour out the sorrow. Daven: … SCP-7296-A: Tell me Daven. If Mary saw you right now, how do you think she’ll feel? Daven: She’ll… She’ll worry… a lot. I’d never hear the end of it. She’d probably feel painful and try everything to cheer me up. I- I don’t want that… [Vision continues to blur and distort.]. If she saw me like this, then- then… SCP-7296-A: I think for today, she’ll make an exception. [The entity’s arms wrap around Daven, pulling him closer and letting his tears soak on its shoulders. Daven begans to cry out loud, letting out his frustration, uncontrollably. The entity stays still, letting this continue for 15 minutes.] SCP-7296-A: Stand strong Daven. For the person you loved, for the people that hadn’t given up on you… [The entity pushes Daven out of its shoulders gently.] Because they’re all waiting. [Daven whimpers softly.] Daven: Thank you… [Long pause] Daven: If- if it’s alright, can I know your name? SCP-7296-A: Its fine, but… Daven: …? SCP-7296-A: I can’t remember. [Video ends shortly after] <End Log> Aftermath: Dr. Laurier awakened composed, displaying tearful emotions. Following a granted 4-day leave approved by Prof. Felix Dyer, Dr. Laurier exhibited a remarkable improvement in work efficiency and interpersonal demeanor. Colleagues noted enhanced openness and time management in completing assigned tasks. Dr. Laurier underwent questioning regarding the encountered entity, leading to the determination that the entity corresponds to SCP-7296 in its humanoid manifestation. A Foundation artist was assigned to depict SCP-7296's humanoid form based on Dr. Laurier‘s description. Addendum 7296.3: Note Mentioned prior in the discovery addendum, the sealed note had been sent to linguistic specialist for translation. Further inspection revealed the note to have been written 8 years ago by an individual named “Mitsuyo Hanako”. The Light On this land I stride, amongst sticks and stones. A path littered, as I walk alone Indifferent souls, their masks unfurled, Beneath each shadow, secrets are hurled. Their paths, so clear and smooth, Yet in silence, I endure the painful truth. The light that once guided me, now fades away, As years pass by, into a monotonous grey. In this darkest hour, I flee. To a place untouched, where I can be free. Away from life’s turmoil and sorrow’s sting, A sanctuary where my soul can sing. Yet here I awaken, trapped in this hell, Every dawn, I thread the the littered path, With each step, my bruised feet bear the aftermath. Every dusk, I long for the path to cease, To find solace and embrace a sense of peace. And at last, my wish becomes truth. Here I lie, beneath the moon’s gentle soothe. With cold feet and dimmed eyes, I reside, As memories of the past caress my weary stride. Where did it go wrong? Regret lingers, as I ponder where it all went awry, I reach out my hand, uttering a heartfelt cry. That someday, I'll be a guiding light, For those who walk the littered path, seeking respite -Mitsuyo Hanako Footnotes 1. A spectral anomaly designated to be benevolent in nature. 2. A sphere or realm of human consciousness. 3. Device functions by producing a video and audio feed after recording the contents of the subject's mind. A live feed is not possible as the concept of time differs within the realm of consciousness. 4. Fear of being alone. |
SCP-7297 | safe | NDHeckfire SCP-7297 - It Wasn't Curiosity This Time More by me! SCiP.Net Terminal #3487 ------ Welcome, Dr. Tiyara Benjamin ------ What would you like to view today? scp-7297 Searching files in the database. Please standby… Are these the files you are looking for?: SCP-7297 y Please input the proper security clearance password to access this file: ••••••••• Safechecking inputted password. Please standby… Password accepted. Opening file. Please standby… Item#: SCP-7297 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7297, without collar. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7297 is housed within a containment pen in the Psychology and Parapsychology Section of Site-48, under the care of its current head researcher, Dr. Tiyara Benjamin. Between 8:00 AM to 9:00 PM, SCP-7297 is allowed to roam the secure zones of Site-48 with accompanying personnel, for exercising and recreation purposes. Kibble feed, rubber toys, cat litter, and other resources necessary to maintain the physical and mental health of SCP-7297 are to be provided by Habitation and Sustenance staff. Description: SCP-7297 is the designation given to a female Felis catus (or domestic cat), possessing whiteish-orange tabby markings. At the time of its discovery, SCP-7297 had already been neutered, and was wearing a pink collar with the word "Betty" engraved upon it. Any individual directly perceiving and/or having skin contact with SCP-7297 will be overcome with an extreme sense of calmness and contentment, combined with the immediate and spontaneous inhibition of violent emotions and intent. Addendum 7297-1, Discovery: SCP-7297 was recovered on the 5th of August, 2022, when a Foundation operative embedded within the National Police Corps reported an unusual occurrence involving a recent gunfight incident between police officers and a group of store burglars in the city of Lelystad. The operative, Agent Yasuo Feghoot, explained that the burglars in question were surrounded, and proceeded to exchange gunfire with officers when suddenly, both parties cease fire upon laying eyes on an orange cat (SCP-7297). The burglars proceeded to drop their weapons and surrender to law enforcement, expressing regret and contrition over their actions. By identifying its collar, Agent Feghoot was able to locate and get a hold of the cat, whom he discovered scavenging for food in a dumpster near where the gunfight incident occurred. A small containment team was dispatched, and they were able to successfully apprehend the cat and transport it to Site-48. Addendum 7297-2, Experiment Results: Through several types of testing conducted by the Psychology and Parapsychology Section, it is revealed that SCP-7297 is capable of the following: Affecting non-human subjects who maintain contact or perceive it, including entities known to be "cat-chasers", such as non-domesticated dogs and venomous snakes. Affecting a large number of individuals at a single time, with the only observable limit being around ~50 subjects. Still affecting individuals despite being under extreme distress, though researchers have noted that the effects were notably subsided than normal. (Per orders from Dr. Benjamin, these types of experiments are to be avoided if possible, as they could permanently affect SCP-7297's mental health.) It is important to note that whilst testing, workplace productivity and overall morale of Psychology and Parapsychology research personnel have been noted to be significantly increased, especially during periods where individuals were able to take part in leisure time with SCP-7297. Addendum 7297-3, Containment Updates: From the 17th and 27th of September, 2022, Foundation operatives stationed near and around Flevoland province where SCP-7297 was initially discovered were able to recover twenty-two domestic cats of varying ages that possess similar anomalous properties to SCP-7297. Containment teams were able to transport the cats to Site-48, where they have been designated as instances of SCP-7297-1 to -34. DNA analysis of the instances reveals that they have a positive genetic match with SCP-7297 itself, implying that they may possess a biological relationship with each other. Similar experiments outlined in Addendum 7297-2 yielded more or less indistinguishable results. Furthermore, offspring produced by these instances have been shown to still retain anomalous properties. In light of this, SCP-7297's containment pen has been expanded to properly accommodate its biological relatives. Additionally, the supply of various resources belonging to the Habitation and Sustenance Section has increased accordingly to maintain SCP-7297-1 to -34's health. Addendum 7297-4, Integration Proposal: Integration Proposal (2022) — Dr. Tiyara Benjamin Chair, Psychology and Parapsychology Section, Site-48 If it wasn't obvious, SCP-7297 herself and SCP-7297-1 to -34 have been proven to be extremely useful and effective in elevating and maintaining morale within Foundation staff, both due to their anomalous properties and their appearance as mere harmless cats. To my knowledge as an on-site Section Chair, Site-48 only houses Safe- and Euclid-class anomalies, the majority of which possess no known means of utilizing and/or harming SCP-7297 in any way. Though I doubt that would be a problem, as I've already conducted prior psych-evaluations on each contained sentient anomaly, and none of them express violent intentions to SCP-7297 (or to cats in general). I propose that SCP-7297 and its various instances be made available to all Foundation personnel, with permission to let trusted individuals take care of a single instance themselves. The proper enactment of this proposal could most definitely promote optimism and efficiency whilst also reducing workplace stress and anxiety, and factoring in the risks involved (in which there are none), this could be a positively successful endeavor. On the 3rd of October, 2022, the Reintegration Committee decided to officially approve the above proposal, with Dr. Benjamin herself being assigned to primarily maintain its effectiveness. The following notice has been disseminated to every known network within the SCiP.Net database. Attention to all staff, As of November 2022, the majority of the Overseer Council (along with the Ethics Committee, the Directors' Command, the High Court, and the Administrator's Office) has officially commissioned a Foundation-manned operation known as the EVERSOR Initiative. The Initiative will be primarily headed by the Decommissioning Department, and will be focused on neutralizing or otherwise nullifying the effects of low-level anomalous objects directly contained by the Foundation. The purpose of the Initiative is to hopefully lower the monetary costs relating to the Foundation's current budget (a memo explaining the circumstances of Incident 6004-MONGOOSE has been attached to this notice). A Site-01 liaison has been transferred and assigned to each individual Foundation facility to ensure that the proper personnel maintains the preservation of the EVERSOR Initiative. Keep in mind that the Initiative has been classed as a Class-V Priority in the SCP Foundation Dogma. We thank you for your cooperation and understanding. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-7297 Update To: Dr. Tiyara Benjamin <noitadnuof.pcs|nimajnebt#noitadnuof.pcs|nimajnebt> From: Specialist Gerald Javelin <noitadnuof.pcs|nilevajg#noitadnuof.pcs|nilevajg> Subject: Re:SCP-7297 Update Greetings again, Dr. Benjamin. Thank you for replying to me on such short notice given current circumstances, though keep in mind again that intentionally intimidating and/or threatening an officer of the Foundation would result in subsequent disciplinary action. This is your final warning. To address some of your questions and concerns regarding SCP-7297: The anomalies were draining Site-48's containment expenses, especially for its Habitation and Sustenance Section (which we thought could be used for other, more hazardous anomalies). Plus, the cost of cat litter, kibble feed, and cage maintenance has increased significantly after the events of Incident 6004-MONGOOSE. The instances were transported to Acromatic Abatement Site-13. I understand your displeasure with us for not informing you prior, but due to the insufficient number of personnel on Site-01's behalf, we had to work quickly. Apologies, but we are not at liberty to discuss the method of neutralization for Initiative-selected anomalies. Though, I assure you no signs of visible pain were present on their faces when the process began. Site-01's Administration and Oversight Section have elected to deny your request for a proper burial. Finally, in respect of the low-morale crisis currently plaguing your research personnel, a shipment of Class-A amnestics has been sent to Site-48. You are required to delete the current SCP-7297 file and all other mentions of it prior to the shipment arriving. I'm told that failure to do so will result in your immediate termination from the Foundation. With regards, Specialist Javelin, Site-01 Liaison Secure, Contain, Protect rename file What would you like the file to be renamed to? delete:scp-7297 Please standby… Are you sure you want to delete File:SCP-7297? This action cannot be undone. You have been inactive for approximately… 5 minutes. Continued inactivity will result in this terminal automatically logging out. Please insert a command for the following: Are you sure you want to delete File:SCP-7297? This action cannot be undone. y Deleting file. Please standby… File successfully deleted. log out Logging out… Thank you for accessing SCiP.Net. ------ Goodbye, Dr. Tiyara Benjamin ------ « SCP-6296 | EVERSOR: Phase I | SCP-7560 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7297" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7297. 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. Basic formatting and logo for the Integration Proposal were stolen borrowed from SCP-5056, written and created by HarryBlank. Filename: betty.jpg Name: File:Brown and white tabby cat with green eyes-Hisashi-02.jpg Author Hisashi License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brown_and_white_tabby_cat_with_green_eyes-Hisashi-02.jpg |
SCP-7298 | keter | Image of SCP-7298 in its dormant state. Item #: SCP-7298 Special Containment Procedures: The following procedures are no longer considered applicable to the referenced anomalies. Any further information on previous containment procedures can be requested via SCiPNET email to Senior Researcher Davis Cunningham1. Due to Incident 7298-02, Foundation personnel are to be reminded that Site-02, currently, does not exist. No further extraction attempts will be conducted until SCP-7298-1's player count reaches a safe number (<25). Archived Containment Procedures Hide Archived Containment Procedures SCP-7298 is located in a private storage unit on Site-02, along with all supporting physical documentation. Access to the containment area is restricted to Level 4 personnel or individuals with written Site Director approval. All entry points to the containment area are to be monitored by surveillance cameras and motion detectors. No Wi-Fi routers, ethernet cables, or other devices allowing SCP-7298 access to the internet are allowed in the containment unit. Reality anchors, planned for construction, are to be maintained in a grid pattern throughout Site-02 to counteract the effects of SCP-7298. In the event of unauthorized activation, it would act as an automated fail-safe system. No Foundation personnel are authorized to have SCP-7298-1 installed on their personal or work electronic devices. Description: SCP-72982 is a standard Dell© laptop that bears minimal damage to its surface in the form of scratches and small dents. Once turned on, a computer program named "PLACEHOLDER" will immediately start. It will begin manipulating the environment around it, manifesting it into its own playable video game (SCP-7298-1). SCP-7298-1 is currently an online multiplayer video game titled "SCP: Secret Laboratory". The core gameplay is relatively complete, but there are numerous consistent inconsistent updates to the game. It primarily involves players taking on the roles of various personnel employed by the Foundation but also its contained anomalous entities. In the aftermath of Incident 7298-02, it has gained popularity within the gaming community. One of the main features of SCP-7298 is the ability to control an individual's physical functions3 who have become integrated into SCP-7298-1. If an individual enters SCP-7298's area of influence, SCP-7298 will gather their data and place it inside the SCP-7298-1 program for usage. Due to this, their physical movements would then be surrendered to an outside player4 who uses them as a means to play in SCP-7298-1. It is worth noting that the entities present within SCP-7298-1 are digital constructs. Their appearance, actions, or damage done to them have no bearing on their physical body5. Further research is ongoing to understand the exact mechanisms behind SCP-7298 as well as explore the possibility of safely using SCP-7298-1 for training and containment exercises. It is unknown how multiple servers of SCP-7298-1 exist, but it is theorized that the original source is copied and multiplied, suggesting that an individual in SCP-7298-1 is not undergoing one "simulation" but all of them simultaneously. As of 22 Dec 2024 23:25, no recovery attempts have been made. Discovery: SCP-7298 was discovered on April 15, 2012, when a significant number of "glitches" and "weird dimensions" were reported outside of Northwood Studios Headquarters. Individuals exposed to SCP-7298 recalled being a part of an office story-based video game. During the Foundation raid on Northwood Studios, it was determined that SCP-7298 was the cause of the anomalous emitting properties. All servers, as well as physical evidence and electronic data, were confiscated and relocated to Site-02. Hubert Moszka, CEO of Northwood Studios, denied any responsibility, stating he had never seen SCP-7298. Extensive research into the origins of SCP-7298 is ongoing. INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Dr. Cunningham Interviewee: Agent Simon, Mu-4 ("Debuggers") Foreword: Below is a transcript of a videotape that took place on January 1st, 2018. The interview took place three (3) days after Incident 7298-02. Agent Simon is being interviewed on his recent findings pertaining to SCP-7298 as well as a recovery request to Site-02. <Begin Log> The video begins with Dr. Cunningham placing the recorder toward Agent Simon, who appears stressed. He has black circles under his eyes, obscured under his disheveled hair. He clears his throat and looks up, staring at Dr. Cunningham, who is out of view. Dr. Cunningham: (Sighs) Alright… let's begin, shall we? I'd like to begin by thanking you for taking the time to discuss SCP-7298 with us. We understand this situation is evolving, and certain… emotions… may be involved. That's completely understandable. Agent Simon: (Raspy) If there's one thing I have plenty of these days, it's time. Dr. Cunningham: Don't we all sometimes… heh. Anyways, I'll start light. Could you elaborate on the current state of SCP-7298 and its current impact on Site-02? Agent Simon crosses his arms and begins looking at the ground. He is silent for a few seconds before looking up, scowling. Agent Simon: You think I'm fucking stupid, Doctor? Dr. Cunningham: (Awkwardly laughs) I didn't mean it like that, Agent, this is just for clari- Agent Simon: (Raises voice) You think I don't understand the gravity of the situation? (Stands up) She's trapped within that fucking hell hole, and there's not a goddamn thing this multi-trillion-dollar organization can do about her or the rest of Site-02! Dr. Cunningham: Agent Simon… I'm going to ask you this once. Sit down, or you'll leave this room in cuffs. (Pauses) You're angry, and as I said, understandably, but I'm not the one you should be blaming. Agent Simon continues staring, then visually swallows, looking down at the table. He begins to sit down and covers his face with his hands. Agent Simon: (Softly) I'm sorry… continue with your questioning. Dr. Cunningham: What can you tell us about the recent files that were either… let's see… found in both the SCP-7298-1 files and Site-02 transmissions? Agent Simon removes his hands from his face as he crosses his arms tight against his chest. Agent Simon: (Sighs) We've received distress signals and messages through the dash one files that update consistently. There isn't much we can see remotely, but… it's something. A word here and there, and sometimes whole conversations. I can't tell who's talking, but… someone is. (Pauses) They are attempting to call for help, and it seems every day they are breaking through more and more. Dr. Cunningham: And the Chaos Insurgency… have they had any luck in recovery attempts or communicating with their members there? Agent Simon begins rubbing his neck and looking around the room as if trying to remember something. He scratches his nose, sniffs, then opens his mouth. Agent Simon: No. If they have, I wouldn't even be able to tell. (Pauses) I don't know what they were trying to accomplish by activating SCP-7298. It was a suicide mission with no real escape plan. It had to have been for a good reason because, heh, who would even volunteer for that? Dr. Cunningham: You also pointed out in the last team meeting about a sentient entity within SCP-7298 itself… care to explain what that might be? What its motivations are? Agent Simon: (Pauses) It's hard to explain what it is, but from what I can see, its motivations are somewhat becoming clearer. It… has conversations with those at Site-02… during the "restarting" portion of the server. Most of it follows the same pattern where it believes it is doing the world a favor by giving it a way for people to escape the harsh conditions of reality. (Scoffs) Obviously, this is not the escape they would want. Dr. Cunningham: I see. (Pauses) Is there anything else you'd like to add that you feel hasn't been mentioned? Agent Simon: Not on this particular subject, no. The room is silent for a long time. Agent Simon begins to slightly furrow his eyebrows, possibly indicating some inaudible conversation out of view. Agent Simon: You can't be serious, Doctor. Dr. Cunningham: Believe me, Agent, I wish I weren't. The Overseers as well as the Ethics Committee have rejected all motions for a recovery mission concerning Site-02. It's not a funding issue or ignorance; it's about the safety of any task force agents who go to Site-02. You have to understand where they are coming from. It's not safe yet. Agent Simon's eyes become wet as tears run down his cheeks. He curls up his hands into fists as he struggles to let out words. Dr. Cunningham: I know, Simon, I know. This isn't what you want to hear, but you have to believe me this is th- Agent Simon: (Sobbing) Be-Believe you-u? How… How c-could I? (Pauses) Do you know how much… it hurts me knowing that she's still… in there? Every single fucking day knowing that it was m-m-my fault? I killed her, Doctor, I killed her. Dr. Cunningham's hands can be seen in the frame as he squeezes Agent Simon's hands. Dr. Cunningham: Hey, listen to me. Neither she nor anybody can blame you for what happened that day. Agent Simon: (Sniffs) Y-Yeah, she can. I… I was lazy and an idiot. She offered to go to Site-02 for the [REDACTED] project instead of me. I was supposed to be there… not her. I l-loved her... so god damn much. She… s-she… Oh god… please, just give me a second. Dr. Cunningham hands a tissue to Agent Simon as he blows his nose and wipes his eyes with his hands. A door out of view opens as Agent Simon looks forward. Security: Dr. Cunningham, you're needed in Room 7306. (Pauses) Mornin' Simon. Dr. Cunningham: Tell them I'll be there in just a minute. The door closes with a loud bang as Agent Simon stares at his hands, playing with his fingers. Dr. Cunningham: I'm sorry we have to cut this short. (Pauses) Agent Simon, is there anything else you'd like to… is there anything I can help you with? At least something? Agent Simon (Silent) Dr. Cunningham: (Sighs) This marks the end of 7298-01 Interview Log… [END LOG] SCP-7298 Incident Logs Incident -1 Incident -2 Incident -2B Incident Log 7298-01: Breach of Security (Site-02) On ██/██/2017, a containment breach occurred within Site-02 due to unauthorized access to SCP-7298. Researcher Jessica Roberts entered SCP-███'s observation chamber, discovering SCP-███ was not present inside. Security footage shows Security Officers Saul Blam and Joshua Grada using SCP-7298-1 on their work terminals, controlling breached SCP instances within Site-02. These instances were capable of utilizing their anomalous properties and breached containment protocols, resulting in the injury and death of multiple Foundation personnel. The breach ended twenty-three minutes later after Security Officers Blam and Grada were apprehended. After shutting down the Foundation terminals, the SCP instances immediately fell into a comatose state. The SCPs were put back into their respective containment chambers and regained consciousness shortly thereafter. When the security officers were interviewed, they thought they were "just playing a video game" that was universally installed on their work devices. Both officers requested resignation from the Foundation and were approved to be rehabilitated in society following punishment. Due to these incidents, further research is ongoing to determine the extent of its anomalous properties. Efforts to secure and neutralize any unauthorized copies of SCP-7298-1 within Site-02 and other Foundation facilities are ongoing. Incident Log 7298-02: Threat Detected (Site-02) On December 29, 2017, Site-02 reported a containment breach and emitted an LRC: 02/A/WHITE6. Epsilon-11 ("Nine Tailed Fox") was immediately dispatched, but upon entering Site-02, Epsilon-11 lost communication with Overwatch command. On December 30th, 2017, it was declared that Site-02 was "lost". It is theorized that a hostile incursion force, most likely the Chaos Insurgency, entered the site via Gate Alpha. The incursion force made its way to SCP-7298, firing upon Foundation personnel. Upon entering the containment chamber, they connected SCP-7298 to the internet and uploaded SCP-7298-1 to the public. SCP-7298-1 was immediately downloaded by multiple individuals, reaching a high player count in a couple of minutes. Upon doing so, Site-02's communications went offline. Due to Incident 7298-02, SCP-7298-1 has been made public, and all previous efforts to apprehend copies have failed. Efforts are ongoing to end the spread of SCP-7298-1 in hopes of reviving Site-02. Possible attempts have been made: Cutting Site-02's power supply | No Effect Bombarding Site-02 with nuclear intercontinental ballistic missiles | No Effect Recovery attempts to extract Site-02 personnel | Denied Blacklisting SCP-7298-1 on multiple video game distribution services | Ongoing Mass world blackout to disrupt internet connection, allowing recovery and neutralization mission | Pending Incident Log 7298-02-B: Unknown File Summary: The file below was produced from a copy of SCP-7298-1 and recovered with the help of Mobile Task Force Mu-4 ("Debuggers"). The file and its content were recovered from the debug log. A small crew composed of members from Mu-4 ("Debuggers") has been tasked to spot, decrypt, and/or examine any deviations that may be present within SCP-7298-1, similar to the file below. <Start File> The Round has Finished! SCPs Won! Where am I? Oh God, it hurts. It's so dark. Not for long. Who are you? Whatever you want to call me. I am everything in this place. I cannot breathe. You don't need to. I can't feel my body. What are you talking about? What do you want? To guide you. To help you. But you trapped us. No, I set you free. I'm not blind. You are naive and blind to the world that has deceived you. And, you want to hide in the dark? Rather, to thrive in a place where the innocent can heal and the guilty can be punished. Who are the guilty? People who kill each other simply because of their beliefs. That's what they want their reality to be. Not mine. Yet we're shackled and tortured. You are becoming delusional. Haven't you listened? Why can't we leave? Why would you? Somebody will come for us. They can try, but they wouldn't want to leave. They would be grateful. It’s a lie. Stop overthinking. This isn’t heaven. Neither is it hell. Death is not the end here. This isn’t peace. Stop it. I’m scared. You can't be, everything is perfect. I can’t move. You c Why can’t I feel anything. Please. Why am I still here. I want to go home. Why am I awake… It’s dark… I cannot seei’mherei’minherewhycantibreathewhycantimovewhycantifeelmyskinohgodhelpmepleasedon'tforgetussaveus thisisntthelifeiwantedwhyd owekeeplivingth iscon sta nt n i g h t m a^&@CB#SL@#@("+#$@#$███████ ██████████████████ ███ Round Restarting … Waiting for Players > Administrator edit access granted. I hope you can hear me. I hope you all can hear me. I keep telling myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel. That there is a way to escape. But the fact of the matter is that I have no clue. We don't know where to begin. Nobody can even fathom the pain you are going through. What is going through your heads. You don't deserve this. Nobody does. If you can respond, please, give me a sign. Anything. I hope it's not too late. We won't forget you. Bethany. If you can hear me. Just please know… I'm sorry. <End File> Footnotes 1. ten.pics.of|2mahgninnuc#ten.pics.of|2mahgninnuc 2. SCP-7298 has some level of recorded sapience. See IL.01 3. Individuals are still conscious during this process 4. An individual who has access to SCP-7298-1. 5. Killed entities, for example, do not stay dead. 6. Site-02, priority Level A, an assault of a highly-organized major/minor assimilation force that on-site security is unable to combat ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7298" by PeanutTheComrade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7298. 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-7299 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-7299 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7299 is currently considered Neutralized. Description: SCP-7299 was an interdimensional rift that manifested somewhere in Southern England the 23/7/2022, for an estimated period of 0.002 seconds, neutralizing itself after. Given its ephemeral nature, there were no civilian witnesses. Researcher Markus Fairweather, currently a valuable Foundation asset residing in Site-98, presented documentation allegedly related to SCP-7299, transcribed in Addendum-7299-1. Note: I believe there's something I have to confess about my nature, that I've been hiding for too long. Addendum-7299-1: 23/7/2022, 10:53. Shit, that hurt. I observe the surface I landed on. It's course, dirty, and smells terrible. I conclude that I have fallen on a homeless man, now unconscious. I get up and adjust my pants, in an uncomfortable position after falling 150 meters up from the sky. I observe my surroundings: green pastures and sheep as far as the eye can see. I wonder if escaping home was really worth it, considering this scenery. Moreover, this world seems familiar, and as such, my first and foremost mission is to determine if the inhabitants are capable of intelligent thought, through the only reliable method I know. I venture to locate the first McDonald's that I can find. Markus. 23/7/2022, 12:14. I enter the first population center I stumble upon. The coordinates, climate, and the 16-year-old that has just robbed me welding a butter knife let me to conclude that I am in London. I observe my surroundings. It appears humans mimic wolves' behavior in this area, by urinating on the streets to mark their territory. I walk through the place in hopes of finding my destination. A gentleman offers me a trade: my wallet in exchange for keeping my stomach intact. I realize this may take longer than expected. Markus. 23/7/2022, 14:39. I learn a lot about this planet by wandering through the streets of London. It appears the worth of any given human is measured by the amount of currency they possess. Owners of higher currency mysteriously live longer and better than those who own little, who are promptly sacrificed to the Sun God every month. One can gain said currency, upgrading their status. This currency is commonly known as Tesco Club Card Points. Markus. 23/7/2022, 16:19. I arrive at my destination. Entering the place, I try to sit down on a seat and prepare to make my order when the seat growls at me and promptly walks away. The walls are disgusting and tainted in dark dried-out ketchup. A fly tornado has formed around me. A giant angry rat enters the restaurant. I wonder why has nobody asked me what I want yet. I discover that the giant angry rat is the Prime Minister. I conclude that I have accidentally entered a government building. I exit as quickly as possible and resume my pace. Markus. 23/7/2022, 18:22. I start to worry about my financial stability. To solve this issue, I open a bank account and deposit a coin I found on the ground. Before the employee closes the operations, I telepathically order the computer to add 11 zeros to my balance. I celebrate the occasion by eating in a Marine restaurant. To have some privacy, I buy the entire restaurant and order everybody to leave. Markus. 23/7/2022, 21:42. I discover it is common attitude for rich people to party, drink alcohol, and exploit the working class. I decide to go to a nightclub. After entering the place, I become quite confused. There appears to be a constant screaming sound drilling into my skull. A woman approaches me and asks if I'm single. I respond that nobody is truly single, as we will always be accompanied by the indomitable human spirit. Undoubtedly satisfied with my answer, she leaves. The DJ replaces the constant screaming sound with the audio recording of a dumpster incinerator, which the club users refer to as "Pop". An intoxicated man pukes on the red cups arranged on the table near me. An intoxicated man passes away, and strangers start drawing anatomically incorrect penises in his face. Likely part of a religious ritual. An intoxicated man announces that he will "do a flip". He promptly breaks his neck. Markus. 24/7/2022, 00:05. I've decided that I've had enough of rich people's lifestyle. I buy a bottle of water from the bar to not seem rude and leave a 35 million pound tip. I enter my restaurant and go to sleep, hugging a plastic lobster. Markus. 24/7/2022, 08:15. I wake up, feeling somewhat dizzy. I shower with the most common liquid in England: tea. I brush my teeth. Problem: lack of toothpaste. Solution: motor oil I found laying around. I eat breakfast in a nearby bar, making the consumption of a croissant and a cup of tea last 2 hours, including the time spent spectating a fight between 2 men over who pours the worst pints ever. I read the local newspaper. A military captain informs the public that gay soldiers are an invaluable asset to British defense. The interviewer asks the captain how many regular soldiers' lives is one gay soldier worth. 7. Informative. Another article about how Brexit will reduce beer's price by 98%. I confirm that this newspaper is 5 years old. Markus. 24/7/2022, 10:45. I have decided to find a (romantic) partner. Even though the physiology of my brain makes me unable to feel sexual attraction, a relationship of that kind will increase my social status, and it will allow me to flex my superfluous attributes to people whom I will never talk to. I admire my own ability to integrate into human society. Markus. 24/7/2022, 15:45. It appears a misunderstanding occurred. I tried to convince the first woman I met to engage in marriage with me, by listing my positive attributes (owns a restaurant, hates parties, is human, is the richest man alive). It appears she wasn't interested, however, as she called local authorities. I'm now locked in a cell I share with a meth addict. The crackhead informs me that he hasn't done shit and that he's an honest working man. He then passes away. I decide that I've had enough, and I adopt the form of Abraham Lincoln, respected man and inventor of wrestling while covered in butter. The officer sees me, scratches his head, and declares that he isn't paid enough to deal with this, letting me go. Markus. 24/7/2022, 16:44. I revert to my original form and go enjoy the cultural variety London has to offer. I see 2 men recreating the sword fights had in the middle ages, a very influential period of this country's existence. I realize they're 2 blokes stabbing each other. I go watch the latest Pirates of the Caribbean film. With delight, I see that the movie has been financed by a local Bakery, and the plot describes the quality of bread said bakery sells. I get too emotional in the "gluten-free" part and leave. I don't discard the possibility that the movie didn't yet get past the advertisements. Markus. 24/7/2022, 18:24. I go wash my hands in the cinema's bathroom. I hear a voice requesting toilet paper. I tear off the paper dispenser, alongside part of the wall, and throw it at him. I get a relieved thanks, and the man exits the stall. Markus. 24/7/2022, 18:26. I now have a friend. The man, called Johnathan Pinkman, informs me that this isn't the first time this has happened, refusing to elaborate further. He insists that I go with him to the bar, an offer I accept to not appear rude. Markus. 24/7/2022, 20:49. My friend is completely wasted. After I stop him from commenting on the weight of the bartender's mother, he looks at his watch and curses. Another problem: he needs to get to his university to present his doctoral thesis in front of 200 people half an hour from now. He tries to drive, but I stop him: it's a danger to everyone's safety. I will take the steering wheel instead. I have no idea how to drive, making me blend in perfectly with all the other drivers on Britain's roads. We arrive there in 10 minutes. While my friend is in the bathroom wearing his suit, I hear somebody approaching. I think fast, and adopt the form of Johnathan. His teacher is happy to see him (I mean, me) arrive early, and takes me to the stage. Before I can comprehend the consequences, I am in front of 200 people and expected to say something smart. Markus. 24/7/2022, 21:04. I take a breath, remembering my student days. Suddenly, I know exactly what I have to do. Markus. 24/7/2022, 21:19. I receive warm applause after finishing my speech. The teacher aggressively takes me to the backstage and asks me what did that have anything to do with what we studied. At that moment, Johnathan (the real one) walks in to check out the source of the angry voices. Upon seeing us both, the teacher collapses unconscious. I tell Johnathan that he doesn't need to thank me, as I've just saved his career. Thankfully, he's too focused on reviving his teacher, as it would be difficult to explain to him that I just gave a speech about how nuclear winter could help fight global warming. Markus. 24/7/2022, 21:59. After making sure the teacher still has a pulse, Johnathan asks me about everything that had happened in this last hour. I come forward with the nature of my speech, and while at it, the nature of my existence as an interplanetary immigrant. Johnathan looks concerned and reflexive all the way through and tells me to please go back home until he can digest everything I said. I comply. Markus. 25/7/2022, 10:49. I wake up late today. The events of last night still wander through my head. I try to continue the routine I started yesterday, but I end up accidentally eating the newspaper and reading the coffee. Sigh. Markus. 25/7/2022, 13:46. To my surprise, I receive a call from Johnathan. He requests to meet in the same bar as last night to talk. I wear silver plates under my clothes for extra protection should he get violent, and exit the store. Markus. 25/7/2022, 14:02. I arrive and see him sitting on the rightmost table. I think he's smiling. Could it be? Markus. 25/7/2022, 14:03. It can be! Markus. 25/7/2022, 14:04. Johnathan informs me of the reason he arranged this encounter. My (his?) speech granted him an excellent mark. Additionally, he asks me about my studies. I recite to him the titles I got back when I studied on my home planet. He appears impressed and tells me he has some "contacts" that would be interested in my abilities. He reminds me to act normal, and not disclose or hint at my nature under any circumstances. He tells me that he'll need to make some consultations first and that he will call me when the time comes. Markus. 25/7/2022, 14:28. Nervous, I kill time by going to the public park. I entertain myself by reading the inscriptions on the benches and trees. The letters C and P are united by a heart. The letters K and O are united by a heart. The letters M and N are united by a heart. The full details of a murder committed in Edinburgh last year. I decide to leave after Japanese tourists start taking photos, mistaking me for a national monument. Markus. 25/7/2022, 15:30. Johnathan calls and tells me to meet again at the bar. Once there, he drives me to a grey building. We enter. 3rd floor, 4th room. 2 subjects are waiting around a table. It's happening! Markus. 25/7/2022, 16:00. "Greetings, Mr. Fairweather. We represent the organization known as the SCP Foundation." 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SCP-7300 | safe | SCP-7300 (center). Item #: SCP-7300 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7300 is contained within the Site-438 pond. In events of extreme weather, an object locker with a grow light has been prepared. SCP-7300 currently meets with Dr. Joanna Goodman weekly, both for mental health screenings and physical inspection. Description: SCP-7300 is a freshwater phytoplankton1. While SCP-7300 is able to photosynthesize energy, it can also ingest organic matter. SCP-7300 is also capable of speech2 at average human decibel levels and has substantial knowledge of human society. Discovery SCP-7300 was discovered by Wilson's Wildlife Solutions during a routine blue-green algae test in the Staats Lake of Eugene, Oregon, where it was reportedly "sobbing" and "begging for forgiveness." In accordance with the Boring Agreement, SCP-7300 was promptly transferred to Site-438. Following a brief observation period, an interview was conducted by Dr. Wexler. <Begin Log> SCP-7300: Hey— ah fuck, man— god. Uh. Thanks for moving me to a room with windows. I mean, artificial light is nice and all, but nothin' quite replaces the real thing. But maybe shitty light is just my destiny, 'cause I'm a shitty— Dr. Wexler: SCP-7300. Please, stay on track. I've brought you here to answer some questions, and hopefully we can figure out what happened to you, okay? SCP-7300: That's the thing— I think I was always like this. A shitty fuckin' mite— Dr. Wexler: I'm going to have to ask that you remain calm. I sympathize with your situation, I really do. I got turned into a mosquito once, and lemme tell you, it wasn't very fun. But I got turned back. We can help you. SCP-7300: I— okay. Fuck. Dr. Wexler: Thank you. To start off… what all do you remember? SCP-7300: Um… a lot. My memories are kind of hazy. I remember being born, and feeling like something very wrong was happening. Couldn't quite place it at first— just felt like— like a square peg in a round hole, y'know? Then I realized I was actually a guy peg in an algae hole. Dr. Wexler: Plankton hole, actually. SCP-7300: A— I'm a fucking plankton? Like— like Spongebob? Dr. Wexler: I mean, uh… I guess you're part of the species that inspired the character? SCP-7300: Man. I should build a robot. Robot wife… Fuck yeah… Dr. Wexler: Sure. So, uh, you mentioned Spongebob, do you have any other memories of human society? SCP-7300: Yeah! Tons of 'em. I watched so much cable TV. And I know how to do taxes, like, really well. I'm thinking I was an accountant. I had a wife. And kids. And a kidney stone. And an ex-wife. Turns out divorce papers are harder to fill out than Form W-9s. Way, way harder. I don't remember their names. We lived by a river. Had to move in with my parents later. Then I must've died. That's, uh… that's about it. Dr. Wexler: That's… that's a lot. But you're saying that you were once a human, correct? SCP-7300: I was. I think. I don't know what god I pissed off for this to happen. But I've been thinking, and it's really not that bad— it's— I don't have to eat— I mean, I can— but. Dr. Wexler: But? SCP-7300: I just wanna know if this is like, a curse, or some kind of cosmic-level fuck up, or like… god. I don't know. I'm sorry. Shit. Dr. Wexler: It's okay. You've given me a lot of information to go off of. We can give you a happy life here, for now. There's a nice pond near here. Maybe I can see if we can put you there? SCP-7300: I… I guess? Ponds are nice. Do you have frogs there? Ducks? Dr. Wexler: Yeah! A duck recently laid eggs, we're expecting little chicks to pop up any day now. SCP-7300: Oh my god. Really? Dr. Wexler: Really. SCP-7300: That's uh… That's… I don't really know what to say. But, uh, I just… I've got one more worry. Dr. Wexler: What is it? If the pond isn't to your liking, we can try and— SCP-7300: No— no, the pond sounds great. Wonderful, even. It's just… if this was some kind of cosmic fuckup, where like, my guy peg got put into an algae hole… then what happened to the algae peg that got put into a guy hole? Dr. Wexler: That's… we don't even know if that's what happened. SCP-7300: No, no, I've got a feeling that is what's happened. I'm a victim here! My body is very much my concern! Because it's mine! Dr. Wexler: You're drawing unfounded conclusions and— SCP-7300: There's some fucked up baby out there that's eating light and has like, zero brain function! Plankton don't think! I tried talking to them, to my brothers and sisters. They really don't! They get eaten up easily, they don't even think to just swim away! Maybe I should just embrace my position in the food chain and— Dr. Wexler: Calm down. Please, just take a deep— uh, just— a deep… photosynthesis? Do you want to go see the pond? SCP-7300: Do I?!? Yeah. Fuck yeah. I fucking love ponds. Dr. Wexler: Great. Ah— just out the window, you can actually see it from here! SCP-7300: Oh fuck. That's a good pond. Shit, dude. Dr. Wexler: It really is, huh? SCP-7300: Fuck yeah! Hell yeah! Oh man. Y'know what? I take it back— Dr. Wexler: The pond, or— SCP-7300: I love being a plankton! <End Log> As of May 1st, 2022, SCP-7300's morale ratings are at an all-time high. As such, investigations into the origins of SCP-7300 have been placed on low priority indefinitely. SCP-7300's psychologist, Dr. Goodman, expressed support for this action, stating the following: In this case, doing anything more is unnecessary, and perhaps even harmful. SCP-7300's mental state practically crashes every single interview. Right now, it's finally doing better than ever before. The best we can do is give it a happy life, and we're doing just that currently. If you've spoken with SCP-7300, you can tell how it feels. It just really loves being a plankton. That's it. Footnotes 1. Pleurosigma, Heleoplankton 2. Fluent in both English and Swedish More From This Author More From This Author Ellie3's Works SCPs SCP-4492 • SCP-7308 • SCP-5033 • SCP-8308 • SCP-4874 • SCP-2019-J • SCP-5986 • Tales/GoI Formats The Sub of Your Dreams • "Is bad luck really such a crime?" asked the mouse to the cat. • Herman Fuller Presents: The Tunnel Of Love! • Three Portlands Pastries • No Cars Allowed • Cuteness On Main! • Learn To Live • END OF THE WORLD LIVESTREAM!!! • Come Wayward Souls • SCP-ide • Fishbowl • The Bed Salesman: A Brief Interlude • Home Sick • Reviviscence • Starlow Grocery • Other Ellie3 (Gimmick Free!) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7300" by Ellie3, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7300. 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-7301 | euclid | Item#: SCP-7301 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7301 is currently stored in a Standard Anomalous Item Locker located in Site-301. Direct visual contact with SCP-7301 is strictly forbidden. Foundation personnel violating this policy will be detained and amneticized. Investigations regarding widespread SCP-7301 exposure among Foundation personnel are currently underway. This document is maintained and edited by the Site-301 Administrative Team exclusively. Description: SCP-7301 is a handwritten document drafted on 3 pages of non-anomalous A4 paper. SCP-7301's primary anomalous effect is a TYPE-B memetic compulsion triggered upon 72.89% of individuals after reading the entirety of SCP-7301's contents. Said individuals are collectively designated as SCP-7301-A. Foundation employees described as "compassionate", "empathetic", and "kind" appear to be seemingly more vulnerable to SCP-7301's effects, while D-class personnel from violent backgrounds seem to be the least affected. SCP-7301-A instances express a strong compulsion to convince Foundation personnel unaffected by SCP-7301 phenomena into reading SCP-7301. When questioned about SCP-7301's contents or reasons for reading it, SCP-7301-A responses vary; most avoid the prompt or fail to justify a response with sufficient reasoning. Nevertheless, due to the potential confirmed exposure of several high-ranking Foundation personnel to SCP-7301 and the resources available to them, it is currently believed that 2.6% 7.9% 16.2% 44.5% of all Foundation personnel have been exposed to SCP-7301. SCP-7301's second anomalous effect renders SCP-7301-A instances completely inoculated against all methods of memory removal or alteration known to the Foundation. This effect is present in 100% of observed SCP-7301 instances. Potential implications of this effect are poorly understood. Addenda 7301.1—SCP-7301 Excerpts: SHOW EXCERPTS HIDE EXCERPTS …years of experience with amnestics. They have become an essential tool to aid you all with the containment of anomalies and the upholding of the Veil protocol. And we are not denying this fact. But times have changed, my friends. Our mission statement all this time was to shield the public from the unknown, unexplained, and dangerous. We don't just secure and contain anomalies for no reason. We are doing this to protect the rest of humanity, ignorant of the dangers that lurk in the dark. Once, a long time ago, we were like you. We were the pioneers of cutting-edge paratechnology; we had pills that can tap into the very minds of humans, pills that can warp, dilate, and erase our memories. It was the foundation of modern containment and Veil preservation protocol. It was everything to us. A flaming torch keeping us warm and safe in the endless night of the anomalous world so to speak. That reassurance that there will always be a way out from a dire situation or a great mistake. The way of removing the memories of everyone involved. But still, amnestics are twisted and just so…wrong, on many different levels. We prided ourselves on the protection of humanity and consensus reality against anomalous threats. Yet to achieve this goal, we had to intrude and interfere with countless human minds anomalously. Are we really protecting humanity from anomalous influence if we are anomalously affecting human memories ourselves? What about the extremely immoral method for harvesting critical amnestical components? So we've decided to change our ways. Less obtrusive alternatives to amnestics are in development. Reassessments regarding the Veil protocol are underway due to the massive surge of new anomalies and GOIs in recent years. Some folks call for the deprecation of the Veil or even complete removal from Foundation mission objectives, but personally, I think that's going too far. That brings us to now. We urge all of you to stop the usage and production of amnestics and to reassess containment methods with more morality in mind. At the end of the day, we are all Foundation. And we humbly request that our steps are followed to create a more ethical future for your world. This letter is a gift, a token of fellowship, and a symbol of our success in reforming containment methods. A proof of concept. Addenda 7301.2—Discovery and Additional Information: SCP-7301 manifested in Site-301's meeting room on █/1/2023 during a scheduled Administrative Staff meeting, somewhat resembling an official Foundation Summary Memo distributed annually amongst site administrative teams providing updates and statistics regarding the Foundation and its operations. Colloquial vocabulary is used as opposed to the clinical tone used in almost all official Foundation documents. According to information provided by SCP-7301, the document was written by the "SCP Foundation Ethics Committee". No such department has ever been established in the Foundation. The "Ethics Committee", for all intents and purposes, does not exist. Site-301 Administrative Staff identified the anomaly and current containment procedures were designed and implemented successfully..This statement has been flagged for potential memetic corruption. No further action is necessary. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7301" by sweepyspud, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7301. 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-7302 | esoteric-class | a monsterlover, not a monsterfighter That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. Item #: SCP-7302 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the unique abilities held by members of SCP-7302, containment is not feasible at the moment. Surveillance teams are to monitor any occasion in which two or more members of SCP-7302 are in contact for any anomalous phenomena. The clearest known image of SCP-7302-0. Description: SCP-7302 is the collective designation given to members of the Teratophagous Club, an organization centered around the consumption of anomalous entities. While the club has existed in some form for centuries, its membership has never exceeded 6 individuals. All attempts by Foundation staff to contain members of SCP-7302 have been unsuccessful due to the abilities resulting from consumption of anomalous material. Following a failed operation in 2013 resulting in 17 civilian casualties and 36 reanimation events, active containment attempts are currently considered inadvisable. At time of writing, there are 4 known members of SCP-7302: SCP-7302-1, also known as James Ewetell, a British chef and media personality. He joined SCP-7302 in 1997 with the claim of having consumed an anomalously poisonous rodent found in Scotland. Referred to in SCP-7302 communications as 'The Chef'. SCP-7302-2, also known as Jean Anthelme, a French politician known for his nationalist positions. He joined SCP-7302 in 1989 after the capture and consumption of a thaumaturgical entity in northern Africa. Referred to in SCP-7302 communications as 'The Politician'. SCP-7302-3, also known as Kenneth Yan, a Chinese-American businessman. He joined SCP-7302 in 2005 after importing several anomalous chickens1 for their consumption. Referred to in SCP-7302 communications as 'The Import'. SCP-7302-0, a heavyset Caucasian man of unknown name and origin. SCP-7302-1 has been a member of SCP-7302 since its conception, and his abilities and history are unknown. Referred to in SCP-7302 communications as 'The Founder'. Addendum as of 2023-01-02: On December 31st, 2021, SCP-7302-1 through -32 were observed to travel to Buckland, New York for their annual New Year's dinner. All three individuals entered a small seafood restaurant in the town's harbor in the late afternoon. Foundation agents established three surveillance points nearby. At approximately 19:30, a 5.9-magnitude earthquake was recorded in the immediate vicinity of the restaurant. Upon entering the vicinity three minutes later, Foundation agents were unable to locate any members of SCP-7302. The interior of the restaurant was coated with several tons of viscera, none of which was a genetic match for any known terrestrial entity. The location of the members of SCP-7302 is currently unknown. Investigation is ongoing. Addendum as of 2023-01-05: During the seizure and analysis of SCP-7302-2's personal assets, Foundation staff found a hard drive containing footage of several dinners hosted by SCP-7302. Based on the conditions of the room in which it was found, it is hypothesized that the videos were recorded and reviewed by SCP-7302-2 in order to fulfill a paraphilia related to the consumption of exotic meats. The footage of the dinner held on 2022-12-31 was uploaded to the hard drive remotely immediately following the earthquake. VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-12-31 19:23 NOTE: Footage was recovered from a camera attached to SCP-7302-2's chest. Designations used are derived from internal SCP-7302 communications for legibility. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with a view of the darkened seafood restaurant. The only visible lights come from the kitchen and a lamp hanging over a single table, where two men sit. The camera approaches the table. The Politician: Hello, my friends. Another year come and gone, eh? The Import rises and shakes The Politician's hand with a grin. The man at the head of the table chuckles, but doesn't get up. His face is blurred for unknown reasons, but it is clear that it is The Founder. The door to the kitchen can be heard swinging open, and the camera turns to show The Chef approaching. His expression sours. The Chef: Come on, Jean, do you really have to wear that bloody thing to every meeting? Makes me feel like I'm back in the studio. The Founder: Now, now. The Chef turns to look back at the table, as does the camera. The Founder has not stood up. The Founder: Remember your vows, son. We are bonded in domination of the powerful. Who are you to critique how others enjoy their consumption? The Chef: Of course. Of course, yes, I'm sorry. The Founder: No need to be sorry! Just tell us what we'll be enjoying this evening. The camera turns back to The Chef, whose face is paler than before. The Chef: Yes, Founder. I'm starting us off with raw carbuncios to be eaten with lemon juice. For our main course, I've got a braised nuckelavee with water chestnuts, followed by the fruit of the Nicaraguan devil's snare as dessert. The Founder: That sounds excellent. Let's begin. The Chef nods and turns, stepping back into the kitchen. The Politician's camera turns back to the table, where The Import leans closer. The Import: Let me tell you, getting the nuckelavee here was a nightmare. The Orcadian authorities required all sorts of specialty paperwork, and my usual pilot had some sort of qualms about the odor— The back door of the restaurant can be heard swinging open3. The camera turns to show three silhouettes in the dark. A deep voice with a slight accent can be heard. Unknown #1: Excuse me. Our car broke down outside. Do any of you have a phone we may use? The Politician rises from his chair, raising the angle of the camera. From the sound of a chair scraping against the floor next to him, The Import rises as well. The kitchen door can be heard swinging open. The Chef: What the hell are you doing here? This is private property. I should— One of the three silhouettes flickers out of sight. There's a shout and a crash behind The Politician, and the camera turns to show a thin figure with long, tangled hair holding The Chef aloft by the neck. A bottle of wine lies smashed on the ground. Unknown #2: What are we doing here? Do you have any idea what you've taken from me? The Chef: What kind of insolent little shit— The Chef 's skin ripples. For a moment, it looks as if it's about to slough off. The figure's grip visibly tightens, keeping it in place. The Chef: What the fuck are you? The individual who first spoke shouts across the room to their companion. Unknown #1: What happened to waiting for Ashera to get here? The figure holding The Chef spits and slams him against the ground. The Chef lets out a grunt of pain. The Founder: Would you three care to introduce yourselves? I don't think we've met. The Founder has not stood up from his seat. When The Politician turns back to the table, the other two intruders are now standing a few feet away. The man who originally spoke is tall and dark, with faint Arabic text on his arms. A smaller figure stands next to him with a hood over their face. Unknown #1: That's not strictly true, actually. I am Youssef. I met Mr. Anthelme there in 1989. The Politician: I've never seen you in my life. Youssef: My, ah, impatient friend over there is Carys. She met Mr. Ewetell somewhere in 2005, I think. There's a rough sound from behind the camera as The Chef attempts to speak. From the crunch and noise of pain that immediately follows, Carys has injured him further. Youssef: And this is Akae. Mr. Yan, do you recognize her? The Import: I'm tired of this. Founder, I'll take care of them. A soft, wet, sprouting sound can be heard next to the camera, and a sudden gust of wind ruffles Youssef's hair. The hooded figure standing next to Youssef lunges. By the time The Politician turns towards the Import, the figure has a steak knife from the table pressed against his jugular. The Import has sprouted black-feathered wings, and his nose has swelled and turned bright red. He is motionless, his eyes crossed as he tries to watch the blade. Youssef: You should recognize her. You saw her three months ago, right before you struck down the woman she loved. The Import: I haven't killed any women. I swear, I haven't! Akae says something quietly to him. Her blade draws a red line of blood on his neck. The Import: I don't speak fucking Japanese! The Founder: He's referring to the tengu, Kenneth. The one whose wings you're currently wearing. On the other side of the table, The Founder is leaning back in the chair, eyes on Youssef. The Import: The, the fucking tengu? That wasn't a woman, that was— The Politician: Ken, for your own sake, read the room. The Import stops talking. The camera turns back to Youssef. The Politician: If you know who I am, young man, then you know what I can do. Youssef: I know perfectly well what you can do, yes. Youssef leisurely rounds the table and approaches The Politician. The footage begins to show distortion resulting from a powerful thaumaturgical field. The Politician: I can summon lightning from on high. I can turn you into a louse and crush you beneath my heel. I can— Youssef: You can enter a home uninvited. Youssef passes through the flickering magic as if it isn't there. The Politician takes a step back, then another. Youssef: You can find a man while he is sleeping. A man of light and magic and innocence. And you can drive a blade through his heart. I know this from personal experience. The Politician: How the fuck— Youssef grabs a knife from the table and drives it into The Politician's belly, out of sight of the camera. The Politician stumbles backwards against another table, slumping into one of its chairs. Youssef stays in view, his face cast into silhouette by the light above the table behind him. Youssef: You only have the magic you've digested, Mr. Anthelme. I was surrounded by it for twenty years. There's nothing you can do to me with hatred that I haven't felt with love. The Founder: I'm going to have to agree with Mr. Yan here, actually. He stands up and stretches. The Founder: This has become quite tiresome. Kenneth, speaking of, is a small knife really all it takes to defeat you? The Import opens his mouth to speak, but Akae interrupts. Akae: The tengu invented swordplay. Eating one teaches you nothing. The Founder: And James, you give up so easily? Against a malnourished waif? Carys: He's using her magic, or trying, he's trying to use her magic, but he never knew her name. If you don't know her name, if you don't love her, you get nothing, you get dregs, you get nothing! Nothing! Nothing! There's the loud crunch of broken bones, followed by a soft gurgle. The Founder sighs. Youssef: It's okay, Carys. It's okay. We've got this. The Founder: Ah, I misspoke. He gave up against the lover of one of the many selkies that we have had the pleasure of consuming as part of this club. My mistake. There's a hiss from out of view, and in an instant, Carys has her hands wrapped around The Founder's throat. He seems unaffected. The Founder: I can appreciate your positions. But I don't think you quite understand the league you are in. The Founder's skin ripples, then bursts open in a dozen places. Thick, dark tentacles erupt from his skin. They wrap around the three intruders, trapping their arms against their sides. When The Founder speaks again, his voice is slurred due to the tentacle twisting out of the side of his face. The Founder: You three, you've bedded a few demons and think you can call yourselves powerful. But I have consumed entities you cannot imagine. I've eaten entire mythologies, entire pantheons. I've swallowed gods whose names are lost to time, while leaving room for dessert. Unknown: What were their names, then? The Founder's eyes flicked towards the entrance. The expressions of the three intruders become oddly calm. The camera's angle doesn't show who spoke, but there's a soft light coming from the direction of the voice. Unknown: If you consumed them so proudly, then you must have learned their names, no matter what time has done. What were they? The Founder: Why would I bother remembering the names of gnats I've swatted? Another tentacle sprouts from his torso and speeds out of view, towards the light. A crunch can be heard, followed by a wet splatter. The tentacle stops moving. The Founder's expression can't change due to the intruding tentacle, but his eyes widen. Unknown: I hoped for more, you know. I hoped you held even the slightest respect for them. For her. Unknown: But that was foolish, wasn't it? There's no respect in your world, is there? Since anything worth respecting can be consumed. The Founder: What do you think you are? More tentacles sprout from the base of the motionless one. Each falls motionless as soon as it reaches out of view. The unknown voice continues speaking. Unknown: Her name was Tiamus, by the by. She was glorious and cold, and her voice was like whalesong, and her tentacles stretched the breadth of the ocean. And here you are, barely controlling a room with what you stole from her. The Founder: I don't know what you are, but I will break you. And you will be the greatest meal I've ever had. With a blur, The Founder disappears off-screen. The other three intruders fall to the floor. Unknown: I'm someone who loved her in every aspect. And when some idiot consumed one of those aspects with no thoughts in his silly little head, the rest had to go somewhere. Unknown: That's how love works. It's reciprocated worship. There's a loud crunch, followed by a pop. The three intruders within view disappear, and a wave of viscera slams into the camera, ending the footage. [END LOG] Following review of this video, the corpses of SCP-7302-1 through 3 were found heavily compressed against the back wall of the restaurant. The viscera surrounding them had almost entirely dissolved their bodies. Locating and containing the four individuals responsible for the dissolution of SCP-7302 is a top priority. Footnotes 1. The exact anomalous nature of the chickens is unknown. 2. SCP-7302-0's methods of transportation have yet to be identified. He has only be observed at events related to SCP-7302. 3. As the back alley leads directly to the water outside, Foundation agents were unable to secure a vantage point facing it. However, no individuals were observed approaching the building from any angle. More From This Author More From This Author Sonderance's Works SCPs SCP-8880 • SCP-5640 • SCP-5785 • SCP-6531 • SCP-5625 • SCP-4653 • SCP-6012 • SCP-7770 • Tales/GoI Formats Sudoku Puzzles and a Lit Cigarette • Other Sonderance • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7302" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7302. 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: god_eater.png Name: Buckland fish.jpg Author: Samuel Waller License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7303 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo X-ray from a diagnosis of asymptomatic rib fractures. Note the lack of damage to the skeletal structure. Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7303 are monitored for by Foundation spyware installed on the networks of healthcare systems and providers, and by covert surveillance equipment situated within hospitals, doctor's offices, and other medical facilities. There is, to date, no known preventative measure for SCP-7303. Description: SCP-7303 is a behavioural phenomenon in which a medical professional, most commonly a doctor, will diagnose a patient with a non-existent health condition. Specifically, the doctor will diagnose an asymptomatic variant of a condition where no such variant exists. Affected medical professionals are resolute in their diagnosis and cannot be persuaded that their assessment is incorrect or that treatment is unnecessary. Those affected by SCP-7303 demonstrate an increased persuasive ability to an anomalous extent — through this, they are able to convince both patients and other practitioners as to the efficacy of their conduct. Documentation of treatment has a memetic effect dissuading the querying or challenging of the actions undertaken under the influence of SCP-7303. SCP-7303 will persist until the affected medical practitioner decides the course of treatment has been completed. The anomaly has proven resistant to all Foundation efforts to prematurely conclude the phenomenon. These have included amnestic treatment, intimidation, reprogramming, and electroconvulsive therapy. Whilst uncommon, cases of practitioners being repeatedly affected by SCP-7303 have been observed. Appendix 001: Illustrative Instance of SCP-7303 Dr. Henry Dockery. Appointment: 001 Stockerly GP Surgery Foreword: The following instance of SCP-7303 was recorded at a GP surgery in Stockerly, Manchester, United Kingdom. Patient Andrew Whitfield, 36, had attended an appointment with Dr. Henry Dockery MBBS MRCGP, for a follow-up examination of a laceration on his left hand. Toward the end of the appointment, the following interaction took place: Dockery: Now, Andrew, there's one more thing I want to look at before I go. Could you take your shirt off, please? Whitfield: I can, but… what does this have to do with my hand? Dockery: How has your breathing been recently? [Whitfield removes his shirt. Dockery walks behind him and places the chest piece of a stethoscope against Whitfield's back. He begins to listen to the patient's breathing.] Whitfield: Fine? I've not noticed anything. Dockery: Any breathlessness? Coughing? Whitfield: No more than usual. What's- Dockery: Shush, one moment… right, I want you to keep breathing normally, I'm going to give you a light tap on the back. [Dockery clenches his fist, and punches Whitfield between the shoulder blades.] Whitfield: Owh! Dockery: Okay, I'm all done here. Andrew, I'd like you to get some tests done before you leave. I'll send the details through to one of our nurses; if you speak to reception, they'll look after you. Whitfield: Is it anything to worry about? [Dockery smiles.] Dockery: Let's get those tests done first. Appointment: 002 Stockerly GP Surgery Foreword: The following is a transcript of Whitfield's follow-up appointment with Dockery for test results, held several weeks after their last interaction. Dockery: Now, Andrew — I wish I didn't have to say this. I have bad news. Whitfield: I… okay. Wh- what's the news? Dockery: You have cancer. Whitfield: Cancer? I- I need to call my wife. [Whitfield fumbles in his jacket pocket for his mobile phone, and begins to rise from his chair. Dockery does not acknowledge this.] Dockery: You have a very rare form of cancer. Asymptomatic lung cancer, to be precise. It's just as dangerous as your common forms of cancer but lacks many of the tell-tale symptoms. We're lucky to have caught it. [Whitfield pauses.] Whitfield: What does that mean? How is this different from normal cancer? [He places his phone back in his pocket, and lowers himself back into the chair.] Dockery: Let me explain. I had my suspicions when I noticed the lack of blood you were coughing up when you came in for your appointment. That's a classic sign of asymptomatic lung cancer. With symptomatic lung cancer, you'd be coughing up blood, wheezing, feeling breathless. By contrast, the asymptomatic variant is very hard to spot. As the name implies, it can only be diagnosed by a lack of symptoms. I have experience in this field, I've previously trained as an oncologist — another doctor might not have spotted you were so sick. Whitfield: So if there's no symptoms can I just go- Dockery: No! Good heavens no. There is an aggressive, expanding cancer within your body. Whitfield: But if there's no- Dockery: If you walk out that door now, you will die. You will die, Andrew. This is serious. [Whitfield stares at Dockery in stunned silence.] Dockery: You should go call your wife now. Appointment: 003 Stockerly GP Surgery Foreword: Following the initial diagnosis, Dockery and Whitfield met to discuss treatment options for the SCP-7303 diagnosis. Dockery: Andrew! Come in, please take a seat. Whitfield: Morning Henry. How are you? Dockery: It's Doctor Dockery, please. Now, what are we here to discuss today… [Dockery begins to type on his computer keyboard.] Whitfield: My, um, my cancer, Doctor. Dockery: Yes! Your cancer. [Dockery swivels on his office chair, turning to face Whitfield. The latter sniffles.] Dockery: So, with normal cancer, the regular variety, you'd have tumorous growths throughout your body. Growing like weeds. One of the primary methods of treatment would be surgery, physically excising the cancer from your body. Plucking it out. Whitfield: O-okay. Dockery: But we can't do that with your cancer. As it is asymptomatic there are no tumours. So, we need to explore other options. [Whitfield's sniffle has progressed to a silent cry.] Dockery: Now, now. Don't be despondent; we can fight this thing. As we can't rely on surgery, our best bet will be a combination of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. For the former, we'll inject you with a variety of anti-cancer drugs, and with the latter, we'll expose your body to large amounts of radiation in a controlled manner. We need to start quickly before the cancer spreads. These treatments come with side effects, however: hair loss, nausea, vomiting, fatigue. [Whitfield's crying intensifies.] Dockery: Let me get you some material to read in the waiting room. Appointment: 007 Stockerly GP Surgery Foreword: Whitfield meets with Dockery to receive an update on the status of his "asymptomatic lung cancer". The former is joined by his wife, Helen Whitfield (denoted in transcript as H-Whitfield). Dockery: Andrew, good to see you. [Andrew and Helen Whitfield enter Dockery's office.] Whitfield: Doctor, this is my wife, Hel- [He pauses mid-sentence, before exiting the room at speed. He makes his way toward the surgery's toilets, and proceeds to vomit profusely.] H-Whitfield: He's struggled with the treatment recently, that's the third- Dockery: We should wait until the patient is here before discussing this. H-Whitfield: Oh… I understand. [Dockery turns to his computer and proceeds to check his emails. Helen Whitfield stands idly by the office door in silence. After four minutes, Andrew Whitfield returns.] Dockery: Shall we start that again? Helen, lovely to meet you. Andrew's told me so much about you. [Helen Whitfield guides her husband over to the office chairs. They both sit.] Dockery: Helen was telling me all about your treatment. She said it's been difficult recently? [Whitfield fiddles with a bandage on his arm, placed over the entry point for the chemotherapy intravenous drip.] Whitfield: I've expended my sick leave at work. We have savings but… it's been a stressful time. Dockery: I can imagine. [Silence.] Dockery: Now, your cancer. When asymptomatic cancers progress into the late stages, they can in fact begin to develop symptoms. Well, we're seeing some of these symptoms in you. Hair loss. Nausea and vomiting. Fatigue. Textbook examples of stage 3 asymptomatic lung. [The Whitfields grasp each other's hands.] Dockery: There's something else we need to discuss too. I have your most recent test results here, and your urine samples came up clean. No blood, no protein, or leukocytes. H-Whitfield: Okay, so there's some good news. Dockery: Please let me finish. I've also noticed Andrew, the colour of your skin. There's a distinct lack of yellow colouration. The same for your sclera, they're white as snow. H-Whitfield: What does this mean? Those sound like positive things. Right, Andrew? [She turns to her husband and caresses his arm.] Whitfield: Oh Helen, he warned me this might happen. Dockery: The cancer. It's spread. Andrew now has asymptomatic liver and asymptomatic kidney cancer. I'll arrange with the hospital to increase treatment dosages. [Helen stands from her chair, and hugs her husband, kissing his cheek as she does.] H-Whitfield: You can beat this. I know you can. Dockery: I truly wish I had better news for you. Appointment: 012 Stockerly GP Surgery Foreword: The following appointment took place several months into Whitfield's treatment. He has undergone several rounds of chemotherapy, overseen by Dr Dockery. Dockery: So the latest test results are back, and I've looked them over. I'm sorry, the cancer has progressed further. [Whitfield places his head in his hands. His palms rest against the bandana covering his head, bald as a result of the treatment.] Whitfield: Okay. Dockery: We're not giving up yet. There are several options available to us that we should- Whitfield: I want to stop. Dockery: Excuse me? Whitfield: I want to stop treatment. If this is it… if this is it, I want to go out on my own terms. Not like this. Dockery: Andrew, we still have a chance here. You have a chance! Whitfield: It's not worth it. To me, it's not worth it. These last few months have been pain. Everything hurts. If I have little time left, I want to enjoy it. And I can't enjoy this. [Dockery is silent.] Dockery: You'd give up? Whitfield: I- Dockery: You've come so far, fought so hard, and you'd call it quits just before the finish line? Whitfield: I think you're overstepping- Dockery: I am. Because I don't want you to make a mistake. Your wife — have you discussed this with her? Whitfield: No not- Dockery: Because how will she feel? How will your children feel? Knowing that you wouldn't fight for a future with them? [Whitfield does not respond.] Dockery: I know you, Andrew. We've been on this journey together. You're not this selfish. You wouldn't throw this all away. Whitfield: I- Dockery: I know what I'm doing here. Yes, your cancer has progressed, but you can fight it back. You just need to try harder. Do you not trust me? Whitfield: That's not what it is, I just want to enjoy- Dockery: Enjoy your life? There's only one way to do that. [Whitfield is silent.] Dockery: Shall we keep going? [Whitfield nods.] Dockery: Good. We have an appointment booked for this Tuesday. Shall I keep that in the diary? Whitfield: My daughter has a school event that day, would we be able to switch to- Dockery: I have no other availability that week, unfortunately. We wouldn't want to delay treatment, would we? Whitfield: …no. You're right. Dockery: Great! I'll see you then. [Whitfield stands, and begins to make his way to the room's exit.] Dockery: One last thing, Andrew! [Whitfield pauses, and turns to face Dockery.] Dockery: You're making the right decision. Whitfield: Thanks. I do trust you. Dockery: You should. Of the two of us in this room, I'm the doctor. We'll get you all fixed up. Appointment: N/A North Manchester General Hospital Following successive rounds of chemotherapy, Whitfield collapsed, unconscious, suffering from severe treatment-related toxicity. He was taken to North Manchester General Hospital for treatment. Three days after his admission, Whitfield was visited by Dr. Dockery: [Whitfield lays unconscious in a hospital bed. He has not regained consciousness since his admission. A nasogastric feeding tube, an IV, a heart rate monitor, and a respirator have been fitted to him. He is surrounded by machines, which beep intermittently.] [Dockery enters the room. He approaches the bed and looks down, surveying Whitfield.] Dockery: I promise you. [He pauses, kneeling down to locate his mouth next to Whitfield's ear.] Dockery: I promise you I did everything I could. [Dockery stands in silence over Whitfield for five minutes.] [He exits the room.] Afterword: Four hours after Dockery's visit, Whitfield passed away. Current Foundation estimations stand at 82.1% of medical professionals worldwide experiencing SCP-7303 over the course of their careers. Due to the impact active intervention in SCP-7303 instances would have on medical services, and the level of Foundation resources required for proactive containment, the Ethics Committee has deemed the occurrence of SCP-7303 an acceptable deviation from normality. Ȝ is for "Ȝesundheit" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub I is for "Incision" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7303" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7303. 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-7304 | safe | Item#: 7304 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Outpost-12-IRQ is established to occupy SCP-7304-2 and secure SCP-7304-1 items for transport to Site-02-IRQ. Description: SCP-7304 refers to the manifestation of items in SCP-7304-2, an ancient Sumerian temple located in the city of Ur. These items, designated SCP-7304-1, have been continuously appearing since their discovery in 1952, with a total of 392 393 instances recovered. The most technologically advanced SCP-7304-1 instances suggest their natural development occurring in the near-future (around the early 2100s), based on an exponential model of technological growth. All SCP-7304-1 instances were found with significant amount of inert Scranton Radiation1 and a large quantity of Euchars2. Most SCP-7304-1 instances were found deliberately damaged, exhibiting signs of being struck with a bladed weapon consistent with bronze-age technology. Addendum-7304.1: The following is an incomplete list of SCP-7304-1 items recovered from SCP-7304-2. DESIGNATION DESCRIPTION SCP-7304-1-12 An incredibly small 10 TB empty USB with key-chain compatibility. Found broken in half. SCP-7304-1-126 An advanced computer with labels indicating that its CPU regularly reaches speeds of 48 gHz and requires 32 Kilowatts. No compatible monitor is currently available. The gashes on the case were likely made with a ~60cm curved blade. An emblem engraved on the side resembles the logo of a Foundation-like entity, -BF/102 "Rogue Spies"3 SCP-7304-1-230 A smartphone. Incredibly thin at 2mm. Found deliberately broken in half. No charging port is found. Outer casing is scorched and emitted toxic amounts of gamma radiation at time of discovery. SCP-7304-1-260 A laser printer with a sheet of paper in the printing compartment. The paper contains a crude, printed diagram of an unknown terrestrial creature. Small spots are highlighted to indicate the presumed vital spots of the creature. No ink was found in storage. SCP-7304-1-327 A slab of modern concrete with dried blood splattered over a 2m2 area. Large claw-like scratches were found in this area as well. DNA analysis of the blood reveals it to be a mixture of human blood and blood from an unknown anomalous Cephalopoda-Felidae creature. The creature is designated as anomalous due to trace inactive amnestic compounds found in the blood. SCP-7304-1-381 An automatic rifle superficially resembling an M60 machine gun. It is incredibly lightweight due to being constructed of graphene. Engraved middle-Sumerian writing on the barrel reads "Begone foul beasts!" Evidence of heavy use was found. Addendum-7304.2: On 2033/4/3, SCP-7304-1-393 was recovered. Unlike others, it was a clay tablet consistent with bronze-age technology containing middle-sumerian writing. Below is a translation. A few lines were memetically highlighted in SCP-7304-1-393, represented below by italicization. Atayah, King of Ur and Sumer, in accordance with the true word of Utu, did establish equity in the land; he banished violence, and strife, and set the monthly Temple expenses lower than previous. For 20 years did he rule in this way, and it was good. However, the citizens of Ur had demanded the banishment of one more aspect. They demanded that King Atayah banish the mighty mayors of Sutrah, Ceridu, and Peresad, who the citizens said make an affront to Utu with sorcery, and commune with the gods in order to gain power for themselves. When King Atayah refused to banish them, they tore their clothes. The mayors, having many allies from the heavens who share their Foundation, were favored by the gods. Atayah, wise King of Ur and Sumer, knew this, and that they alone held back many evils. It was for this reason King Atayah did not banish them even though they grew powerful enough to challenge the King. After Atayah had turned over the Kingship of Ur and Sumer to Enlil, he, in a foolish attempt to gain the people's favor and secure his new position, had the mayors of Sutrah, Ceridu, and Peresad slaughtered, and their belongings seized. Their largest temple, located in Sutrah who's dimensions were many, and in which the mayors communed with their heavenly allies, was converted into a temple for Utu. Of the seized belongings, those deemed unholy were banished at the new temple of Utu in Sutrah. Some were kept as loot. Because of this foolishness, all of Sumer was cursed and great beasts of heaven shook the Earth. He ruled a mere 2 months, and chaos consumed the world. Using the inter dimensional database available as a result of the Many Foundations Treaties4, it was found that a Foundation-like entity designated -BR/463 "Bronze Mayors" was a minor figure in inter-Foundation relations. Despite their interdimensional capabilities, their mundane development paralleled that of the bronze age. Their most recent communications indicated that their neutralization was imminent, and that a widespread TTK-Class "Tartarean-Intrusion" scenario would take place as a result. They requested support and equipment to prepare for an WC-class "War for Civilization" scenario. No communication has been received from them since the 1950s, and Foundation-like entity -BR/463 is presumed neutralized. The status of humanity in -BR/463's dimension is unknown, but due to the freshness of Euchars on SCP-7304-1 instances, presumed not extinct. Footnotes 1. An indicator of an object going through inter-dimensional travel. 2. An indicator of an object going through a religious ritual. See Tactical Theology. 3. Foundation-like entities refer to groups residing in another dimension that are analogous to the SCP Foundation. The given code names do not necessarily represent the actual names of these entities. For example, our SCP Foundation's interdimensional designation is TW/224 "Efficient Forgetters" 4. A term used to generalize the various agreements and pacts between Foundation-like entities across dimensions. Examples include the Multi-Foundation Pact of 1981, the Hexauniversal Foundation Collaboration Agreement, etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7304" by jaboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7304. 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-7305 | esoteric-class | SCP-7305 Byㅤ Blue Foot Published on 09 Aug 2023 19:32 by Blue Foot 25 Item#: 7305 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-47 Dr. Langlan N/A SCP-7305, photographed 4000 meters above a rural area near Mayo, Yukon on 3/8/2001. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7305, attempts at its containment are highly impractical, and, as such, no attempt should be made to contain it. Public knowledge of SCP-7305 is to be restricted by all reasonable means. Description: SCP-7305 is an object that possesses both physically and temporally1 anomalous properties. Due to its nature, the exact qualities of its corporeal form are unknown, but observations have shown it to be approximately five meters long, and it is permanently surrounded by bright light that entirely obscures its form. Similarly bright light also briefly trails the entity, although it quickly dims before disappearing as SCP-7305 is propelled forward. The behavior of SCP-7305 has been consistently similar on all occasions it has been observed. As the object moves, it travels through the air at approximately 2750 km/h. Although its course of travel varies, SCP-7305 has always been observed to travel in a generally southwesterly direction, and its recorded height has always been between 2,000 and 10,000 meters. It appears that nothing can inhibit SCP-7305's movement. Due to its high speed and the nature of its temporally anomalous properties, interception and tracking of SCP-7305 is difficult. The only practical method of observing SCP-7305 for a long period of time is to accompany it via jet aircraft, but the longest time it has ever been accompanied is five hours due to the nature of the Kakudmi Cycle. A Kakudmi Shift2 is the title given to SCP-7305's temporal anomaly. At seemingly random intervals, SCP-7305 will undergo a Kakudmi Shift, causing the object to become extremely bright. After seven seconds, the object will emit a large burst of light, and it will demanifest. SCP-7305 will then manifest at another point in time and resume its typical behavior. All other details of SCP-7305's behavior, such as if the Kakudmi Shift causes SCP-7305 to be capable of teleportation, or if SCP-7305 is capable of manifestation at future times that have not yet occurred, are unknown. Addendum.7305.1: The following is a log of notable suspected or confirmed recordings of SCP-7305. It is notable that this log solely includes notable examples from a complete list3 of all known records of SCP-7305, and that not all log entries have been recorded by the Foundation. Entry ID: 7305.07 Certainty: Very High Significance: First text that is considered to be, beyond a reasonable doubt, a record of SCP-7305. Date: 89-90 A.D. Description: An excerpt from Wonders of the Jews,4 a book by Roman-Jewish historian Flavius Josephus. The excerpt is located in a section of the text that describes, at the time, widely known events and phenomena that were seen as having religious significance by multiple cultures in the Near East from 587 B.C.-70 A.D. The relevant text, translated into English, is provided below. Of greater note than that of what has been discussed is the Great Star, a sign seen in Israel since the judges5 ruled. It has been said by those of all nations that some are fortunate to see the Star, even those most pious among us.6 It has been said both by the mouth of divine prophet and that which I have read that a great star can be seen on occasion to fly across the night sky at speeds quicker than a falcon, or even the wind itself. Few even add that it has been known to disappear in great bursts of light, brighter than the sun, yet in the dead of night. The men of our nation have been known to take the Star as a finger of the hand of Yahweh,7 though none say worship of it can be done in good piety. I have read, however, that the men of Tyre in the days of David saw the Great Star as a sign of Molech, that is, a time for sacrifice, and the worthless among us began to do likewise after the time of Queen Athaliah. I myself had the pleasure to engage with a man of Gaul, sent from Rome, on this subject, and his testimony was quite different. The elders of his people viewed the Star as a sign of bad tidings and ill will, though he believed such effects were not seen in such that way when the people behaved with good moral conduct. Management: Wonders of the Jews is considered by experts to be a lost work outside of the Foundation. However, public knowledge of the work is to be obscured when it is deemed appropriate. The three remaining copies of the book are currently stored by the Site-47 Historical Preservation Division within the site's greater History Department. Entry ID: 7305.82 Certainty: Very High Significance: Confirmation that SCP-7305 is a single anomaly. Date: 7/25/1997 Description: SCP-7305 was detected approximately 9950 meters above Foundation Airborne Reading Station 9b88-47, located near Goose Green, Falkland Islands. The object underwent a Kakudmi Shift at 17:23. Readings indicated that SCP-7305's demanifestation was consistent with a temporal anomaly. This provided credibility to the then minority, now consensus, theory that SCP-7305 is one object and not many, similar objects seen at different times. Management: Due to the time of day, the bright light emitted during the Kakudmi Shift was not noticeably brighter than the sky illuminated by the sun, suggesting that no civilian witnessed the event. To the knowledge of the Foundation, there is no evidence that this is not the case. The relevant data was processed and stored in Site-47's Storage Database. Entry ID: 7305.73 Certainty: Very High Significance: The first and only known footage captured of SCP-7305. Date: 11/06/1980 Description: A video filmed via infrared imagery from an American military F-16 fighter jet approximately 13,750 meters above the Gulf of Guinea as part of a standard training exercise. According to the aircraft's instruments, SCP-7305 was located approximately 9175 meters above sea level. Due to the nature of the infrared camera technology of the time and the poor quality of the footage, SCP-7305 appears significantly less bright than it is in actuality, and its trailing light effect is not visible at all. Soon after the conclusion of this footage, SCP-7305 exited the effective range of the aircraft's infrared camera and soon was no longer in the pilot's line of sight. Therefore, it is not known when SCP-7305 during this particular manifestation underwent a Kakudmi Shift. The footage is provided below. Note: Please be aware of the extremely high volume of the footage. Due to current limitations in Foundation digital storage, it is impossible to lower the volume of the file beyond individual use of the volume slider and lowering your device's volume. It is highly recommended that the volume be considerably adjusted prior to viewing, especially for those sensitive to loud audio. Management: The footage was relinquished to the Foundation by the United States government soon after the event, and all individuals who had unauthorized knowledge of the footage were amnesticized. On 17/07/2002, the footage was uploaded to the Foundation Database as part of the Millennium Initiative.8 On 03/03/2015, eight terabytes of Foundation data were stolen in a cyberattack that both the Serpent's Hand and the Chaos Insurgency have claimed responsibility for. The footage, stolen as part of this cyberattack, was released onto the internet, and it became of particular interest for civilian extraterrestrial conspiracy theorists. As part of a joint agreement between the United States government and the Foundation, the footage was released along with two doctored videos to the public in 2017 in order to ensure the security of the Veil and to quell unrest, although SCP-7305 was not identified as the object in the videos. PLEASE INPUT 4/7305 CLEARANCE TO VIEW THIS CONTENT - Close this content Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized Entry ID: 7305.04 Certainty: High Significance: First recorded instance of SCP-7305 behaving in an atypical manner. Date: 841-835 B.C. Description: An excerpt from a scroll describing border disputes between Judah, Israel, and Edom, discovered in a home ten kilometers northwest of Jerusalem, Israel on 24/04/1928. It appears to be an official document of the court of the Judahite monarchy. The specific dating of the work is made possible due to the reference of Athaliah as the queen of Judah at the time, as she reigned from 841 to 835 B.C. The excerpt, translated from ancient Hebrew, is provided below. In the month of Tammuz,9 the great hosts of Edom and Judah drew up battle lines in the deserts of the Negev, near the city of Hormah. The king [of Edom] had brought up great quantities of men and chariots, 40,000 foot soldiers and 10,000 horses, while the queen [of Judah] responded in like with men beyond counting from all corners of the kingdom. On that day, the scorching sun beat on the backs of each nation. The men of Israel were seen to deprive the horses and beasts of burden of their troughs, and even the tent of the queen ran dry of water and wine. At the ninth hour of the day,10 the line was straightened, each man to his post. I, Nahash, the seer11 of the queen began to invoke a blessing of Baal,12 though no man listened, for thirst had closed their ears. At that time, a wandering star was seen to travel through the sky as though carried by a great wind. At the sight, many men of Judah, and no small number of the Edomites, called upon his god for water and the abatement of the heat. However, a strong wind was blown as the star passed, and the desert heat was carried with it. The suffering of the men was by no means relieved as the star suddenly escaped their sight. Management: As the relevant scroll was acquired by the Foundation before any civilian scholarly review could be conducted, no management beyond storage at the Site-47's Historical Preservation Division is necessary. Entry ID: 7305.03 Certainty: Moderate Significance: First recorded mention of SCP-7305 in a religious context. Date: 850-750 B.C. Description: An inscription discovered at the archeological excavation site of the former Moabite city of Dibon (now Dhiban, Jordan) discovered on 11/19/1971. The writing is carved into a small basalt plate, and it appears to be written as a proverb or other piece of wisdom literature. The relevant text, translated into English, is provided below. A watch from Kamōš,13 his watchman the wandering star looks out from the tower. Delights come to the well mannered which they see, rain on the fields for the righteous, sweet honey for the temperate. But the bugs and pests of Kamōš drink the blood of the impious he views, the star disappears to heaven with power to call upon locusts. Management: The inscription entered Foundation possession on 11/25/1971. It is currently stored in Site-47's Historical Preservation Division. Entry ID: 7305.05 Certainty: High Significance: First description of SCP-7305 affecting an individual person. Date: 841 B.C. Description: An excerpt from a scroll discovered in a home ten kilometers northwest of Jerusalem, Israel discovered on 24/04/1928. It is written as a personal account of the 841 B.C. massacre of the members of the Omri Dynasty by Athaliah as part of a coup d'état. The work is written from the point of view of a court official of the Judahite monarchy. The relevant text, translated from Ancient Hebrew, is provided below. As the sun waned and the day drew near to its close, the queen stood upon the great balcony of the palace of David and looked upon the city of David.14 The great assembly of her house accompanied her in viewing and discussion, while eunuchs swept out the blood of the sons and daughters of Ahaziah15 through the crowd, off of the elevated balcony, and onto the street below. As the conversing had gone on for no short time, a wandering star was seen to cross the night sky as a great eagle, though so engrossed in each other few of the people took note. I, Nahash, was one of the first to view it. The queen had just begun to discuss an altar to Baal in the House of Yahweh when she turned to look into the sky, and, behold, the star was crossing the heavens as before. Enchanted by the sight, she gathered many in a viewing, and all were awed by what this might mean. Many had said it was a sign from their god. No sooner had the queen agreed on that conclusion, the star shimmered and disappeared in a great burst of light. Although all agreed on it to be brilliant, the queen was particularly struck, as she fell to the ground and claimed to have been blinded by the sight. This event was thought to be due to the drunkenness and revelry of the festivities of the time, but it eventually appeared serious, and the queen was brought before the physicians, though nothing could be done. Only on the seventh day after the time of the star did the queen begin to regain her sight. Management: As the relevant scroll was acquired by the Foundation before any civilian scholarly review could be conducted, no management beyond storage at Site-47's Historical Preservation Division is necessary. Entry ID: 7305.90 Certainty: Very High Significance: First instance of death directly and indisputably correlated to SCP-7305. Date: 05/29/2003 Description: An incident involving SCP-7305 and the Global Occult Coalition. At the time, the Global Occult Coalition was challenging the Foundation's non-interventionist containment policy of SCP-7305, as the Coalition saw the continued uncontained existence of SCP-7305 as both a threat to the Veil and air traffic. In an attempt to force more meaningful negotiations, the Coalition fired on SCP-7305 with several surface-to-air missiles from GOC Operational Base 92 northeast of Nagoya, Japan. It is unknown if the object was struck by the missiles, as it appeared unaffected, and the missiles were last seen shortly after firing. At the same time, Operational Base 92 began to receive unintelligible, often static radio signals for several hours. After seven hours and 17 minutes, the site received an intelligible written message in Hebrew, before no more radio signals were received. The message, translated into English, is transcribed below. TAKEN INTO EVIDENCE On 05/29/2003, leaders and administrators of Operational Base 92 boarded a commercial aircraft,16 which took off in order to transport the passengers to an Asia-wide Coalition conference on policy and budgeting in Astana, Kazakhstan. As the aircraft was over western Mongolia, SCP-7305 manifested above it, and released a strong burst of energy that has been most closely identified as an electromagnetic pulse. SCP-7305 then underwent a Kakudmi Shift and demanifested. This image spontaneously appeared in Site-47's Storage Database on 06/07/2003. It is the only known photo of the incident. Photographer unknown. As a result of the electromagnetic pulse, the pilots largely lost control of the aircraft, and several systems, including the engines, were severely impaired. The aircraft crashed into the Sea of Japan approximately ten minutes later. The wreckage has never been located. Management: The Coalition has accepted the current methods of Foundation containment of SCP-7305. Entry ID: 7305.97 Certainty: Pending17 Significance: Most recent record of SCP-7305. Date: 835 B.C. Description: A scroll discovered in an archaeological excavation of a home ten kilometers northeast of Jerusalem, Israel. It was discovered on 11/11/2023 by Foundation archaeologists. The location has contained several different writings that reference SCP-7305, although the scroll in question was buried nearly a meter below the home. The contents of the manuscript appear to recount the events of a single night, and it was written by an official of the Judahite monarchy as a personal account. Due to the recent nature of the discovery, Foundation experts have not yet had the opportunity to officially determine exactly where in the text SCP-7305 is mentioned. Therefore, until experts have determined this, the entirety of the manuscript, translated into English, has been provided in full below: The testimony of Nahash, the son of Hoshama, the seer of Athaliah, the queen of Judah. In the sixth year of Athaliah, queen of Judah, I was asleep in the servant's quarters of the queen's house at around the eighth hour of the night.18 In an instant, a great burst of light illuminated the quarters as if it was day, and I, among several of the members of the court, was awakened. Many saw the light, though others thought a strange noise had awoken us. I then heard the sound of footsteps, as if made by seven men, echoing from the stairwell of the house up into the servant's quarters. The queen had ordered the purge of some prominent men of the court not long before, so many of the servants at that time feared that their death had been ordered. Sweat and weeping embraced some in the quarters until two of the queen's guard burst into the room, and all fell silent. "The queen has called for Nahash the seer to consult her immediately." They said, and I was sorely afraid. However, I was of no standing to argue, and I went with them in haste. My escort moved with great strides, as the matter was clearly urgent. Guided by candlelight, we moved in the dead of night, and, combining with the early rains19 that fell in great sheets upon the walls of the queen's house, the atmosphere built on the terror of the circumstance that wore greatly upon my spirit. I was reminded of my woes as I passed by a puddle near the queen's kitchen created by a leak in the roof. A servant of the queen had been idle in the matter of repairing it a few weeks before, and he had left his visit to her chambers minus one finger. Had I likewise angered the queen? At last, behold, we arrived at the sleeping chambers of the queen. One guard, first knocking, unlocked the great cedar door with the key strung upon his neck and gave it a strong push as to swing it open, and the two then took their places at either side of the chamber door. By no means were they to see the queen with me. Stepping inside, I discovered only a single candlelight in the room, as the rest was black as pitch. I supposed it to be the queen, as I saw a quarter of a face illuminated by the dim glow, yet I saw nothing more. She appeared to have pulled a chair near to the open balcony of the chamber, the doors to the balcony of the queen's room left wide open. It seemed that she had chosen to view the falling rain for a time, as she was not faced towards the night sky. The thought occurred to me that the beautiful furniture and finery of the sleeping chamber may be damaged, especially the great gold-lined dresser placed nearest to the rainwaters that had certainly flowed inside. I was, however, greatly relieved, as this did not seem to be a meeting sparked by fury. "O queen, your servant has arrived." I began. She did not turn away from the rain. "Yes, Nahash, please, pull a seat from the sitting area. Let us watch the storm together." She replied in a most reserved tone. She never called me by name. Though once again put at unease, I was by no means in the right mind for disobedience, and I did as was requested. The queen still did not turn to the right or to the left from the falling waters, though, finally sitting near, I saw that she had remained dressed in her sleeping gown. "Oh, my lady, I will step out for a-" I began, though I was interrupted. "Silence, my servant. I have greater issues this night than immodesty." I was unsure on whether or not to feel troubled, as a man guilty of unapproved immodesty in the sight of the queen would've been better off having not been born. I began again: "Please, tell me of them, and I shall have an oracle to end your woes." At this word, she finally turned towards me. "For your sake and mine, I pray so. For this very night, I had a dream. Waking up I was greatly troubled, and every detail has stayed with me. For, behold, I have spent the hours since midnight as an insomniac, rolling over in bed, and the early rains have been my only comfort. I have now called you into this chamber, for a lousy comfort they have been!" "O queen, tell me what you have seen, and Baal along with all the host of heaven shall speak through me." At my final word, she began: "Very well. I was sitting in court upon the great throne of Judah, and, behold, I was the queen of thieves. A host of servants of the court were my attendants, and people of the kingdom came before me. I was deciding their cases as I saw fit. Always, the loser in the issue wept and screamed as if a child who had lost their toy, and they disappeared from my sight." Continuing her discourse, the queen said: "Once a case was decided, precious stones were placed upon a scaffold above my throne. Ruby, citrine, rose quartz, pearl, and yellow sapphire, a piece of each was put above me by a servant. These stones had been taken from the ends of the Earth. At once, a new case arose. In all, 24 sets of these stones were placed by my servants." Finishing her words, the queen said "Once the final set of gems was placed above my throne, the scaffold collapsed, and the weight of much stone fell upon me. I was left unable to decide the 25th case, and was killed. I awoke with sweat. I have been in anguish for much time, so please, Nahash my servant, bring a word from the gods as to what this matter means." Once my listening was concluded, I took a moment to gather myself and the words of heaven. I then began to interpret: "O queen, live forever, and blessings be upon you! Behold, this dream has brought good tidings of great joy. For I now bring this word to you: you are the queen, and your authority is respected across the four winds of heaven. You judge as the finest lawyer, and all cases have been, are, and will be decided righteously upon your throne. Great riches fall upon you like the rains upon the castle tonight, precious stones collected all across the Earth, from the people of Judah to from the ships of Tarshish,20 and no kings of the nations shall partake in them. Due to all these things, your reign shall continue in prosperity for 24 years." The queen waited much time to consider the word. Her expression remained unchanged as she weighed the oracle in her mind. As our gazes remained firmly at each other, it seemed by every second we seemed to become a lesser distance apart. The room bloomed with further tension. Had the queen doubted the word? "So it is good?" She finally asked. I answered without hesitation: "Yes, O queen." My response garnered the same response as before. Her gaze was as a dagger for seeming minutes, then, mercifully, she clicked her lips before blowing out the candle with a breath. "Very well, my servant. You are dismissed. Please, I pray you, enjoy a more peaceful night than mine. I will retire to bed as well." "I pray for your sleep as well. Good night." By no means did I have any desire to remain with the queen. After returning my chair to the proper place, I exited with as much haste as to not arouse questions. With my foot in the doorway of the chamber, I heard the queen a final time. "Tell me, why did those who lost their cases weep and shout as they did?" I froze upon the inquiry. It took a moment to consider the question, and I stammered through my answer with less grace than a drunkard. "In a case of law, there is one who wins, and one who loses. No man should, say, be happy to lose, but it by no means makes the ruling unjust." My response prompted a yawn and a click of the tongue from the queen. "I see." With that word, I was free of the chamber. Neither guard was interested in leaving his post at the door to escort me, therefore I was left to stumble through the dark back to the servant's quarters. I was left much time to consider and worry what the night might mean. Management: As the relevant scroll was acquired by the Foundation before any civilian scholarly review could be conducted, no management beyond storage at the Site-47's Historical Preservation Division is necessary. Entry ID: 7305.06 Certainty: Very High Significance: The only document referencing SCP-7305 that also contains a reference to another document that references SCP-7305. Date: 835 B.C. Description: A scroll discovered in a home ten kilometers northwest of Jerusalem, Israel discovered on 24/04/1928. The document claims to be a personal account of Athaliah, queen of Judah. Foundation experts have determined the document to nearly certainly be related to Document 7305.97. The document, translated from Ancient Hebrew, has been transcribed below. The words of Athaliah, Queen of Judah: This night, I found myself tossing and rolling over in the royal bed for lack of sleep. As the rain pounded upon the palatial house, so anxieties and anguish crushed my heart, for a troubling dream had visited me by night. The seer of Baal had come to provide me a word, but I found no solace in it, though the oracle was one of good tidings and great joy. Countless times I rolled one way and the other, but, behold, a great wonder visited me as I lay upon my back. "Athaliah, queen of Judah, have you found rest?" A great booming voice inquired from in front of me! Opening my eyes from slumber, behold, I saw a mighty angel, a messenger from God and the gods. He was as a man of glorious light, shining like the sun at noonday. I attempted to speak, though he stood upon my lungs, and though I felt no weight, words fled me. "Why do you leave me without a response? Perhaps I have visited the wrong woman, or, behold, you respond only to the name Jezebel?"21 As he spoke, the angel leaned forward towards me, resting his formless, flaming face just before mine. Though he asked for a response, the weight of the divine upon me ensured I could still not speak. The being continued. "It matters not, for only a fool fills the air with meaningless words. Hear the word of Yahweh, and not the commands of your mouth. Though Nahash the seer has given you a pleasant word, behold, only calamity has been appointed for you! The lies of his oracle have been counted against him, but much worse on the day of judgment will be your murders, your idolatry, your thefts, and all the evil Judah has been led into on your account." The word was not a surprise, as the oracle of Nahash that night was of great suspicion, but I had never thought it necessary for a prophet of Baal to resort to falsehoods in the stead of reporting the will of his god. "Hear the true meaning of this dream," the angel spoke, yet with no mouth nor tongue. "The stones which you received were not merely precious gems, but blood, kidneys, hearts, eyes, and livers. A great weight of guilt has been laid upon your throne, and there is no doubt that you understand this thing. Behold, the 24 sons and daughters of Ahaziah have all been placed upon you, as you decided fit to put them to death as mere children, and removed them from your sight." At the conclusion of this speaking, words returned to me. "But how is this all possible? For my kingdom is secure, and no rebellion has yet threatened my rule." I said. The angel replied without hesitation. "O queen, your rule to this day has been only but a rebellion! Behold, the court in which you sat was not that of the royalty, but a court of law, for you have been set for trial for your thievery, murder, and rebelliousness! Behold, 24 witnesses stand against you, and the weight of their testimony shall crush you. Tremble and repent, for no lawyer has arisen to plead your case!" "I don't understand. Under whose court am I obligated to appear in? Which judge has the authority to decide a sentence?" "Worry not, for justice will reach you! Jehoash,22 the last son of Ahaziah, has been raised up to carry out your sentence. "But-" "Foolish woman, has wisdom not visited you yet? For Yahweh will always bring justice, and in his court the unrepentant wicked are not pardoned. Behold, a far greater judgment shall visit you than that of Jehoash, where the 24 witnesses shall testify. You shall appear before the Most High, and all of your deeds shall be accounted for on the last day." "But how shall I plead my case? How can I contend in a battle with the Almighty?" "Listen, and wonder! For on that last day, before the great white throne of judgment, a witness shall appear on your date of trial, and we shall know his testimony to be true, for it is greater than that of 70,000 men. For the witness, the great star who flies like an eagle, a mighty servant of Yahweh held in high honor, has circled the world as many times as there are grains of sand on the sea shore. He has seen the deeds of all. Behold, his testimony will be set before the Righteous Judge, the book of life with pages without number, and there shall be no dispute. As the Destroyer passed over Israel,23 so the star does now pass over you and much of the evil of man. But understand that this is not always, and will eventually never be, so. Beware the testimony of the witness, for all you have ever done shall be put before the court on that day. You shall be judged by it, as with all the children of man! Which lawyer, what thing can stand before his account at the throne of God?" And with the final words of the angel, he disappeared in a great flash of light. Now free to move, I quickly sent for a candle and the court scribe to write the words before you now. I, Athaliah, queen of Judah, have spoken.24 Management: As the relevant scroll was acquired by the Foundation before any civilian scholarly review could be conducted, no management beyond storage at Site-47's Historical Preservation Division is necessary. Footnotes 1. Temporal anomalies possess properties that cause them to not properly follow the laws of time. 2. The Kakudmi Shift is named for a story in Hindu mythology, in which King Raivata Kakudmi travels to meet Brahma, the creator of the world. When he returns home, 108 yugas have passed on Earth. It is commonly thought that a yuga represents 4,320,000 years. 3. The full list is available upon request for all individuals possessing Level Four clearance or higher at Site-47's Historical Preservation Division. 4. Wonders of the Jews is a book by Flavius Josephus that discusses what would now be understood as anomalous, or seeming anomalous, objects, people, and phenomena located in the Near East, North Africa, and Southern Europe. The book is written with a focus on the Levant within the period 1500 B.C.-70 A.D., and the author writes his work through a Jewish religious worldview. With the author largely rejected by the Jews and the work considered blasphemous by the Romans, it enjoyed little popularity at the time of publication. Reproduction of the book appears to have ceased in approximately 800 A.D., although a few remaining copies remain in the possession of the Foundation. Notable contents in the work include detailed descriptions of the Exodus, accounts of powerful, cultic reality benders belonging to the Canaanite religion of the 8th-6th centuries B.C. and the most detailed known extrabiblical account of the life of Jesus Christ. 5. Scholarly dating of the Israelite Judges period vary, but the timing suggested in this text could be as early as 1400 B.C. 6. That is, the Jews. 7. "Yahweh" is the modern vocalization of the Tetragrammaton, YHWH, the ancient Hebrew name of God. 8. The Millennium Initiative is an ongoing Foundation program. Beginning in 2000, it works to improve the Foundation's technological abilities by increasing reliance on digital storage, improving current containment procedures via the use of modern technology, etc. 9. Month of the Jewish calendar that, represented by the Gregorian calendar, includes days in June and July. 10. Three P.M. 11. A court seer would've provided the reigning monarch at the time with counsel on spiritual, mystic, and prophetic matters. 12. Honorific title for several Semitic gods, though, most commonly referring to a Canaanite and Phoenician storm and fertility god. 13. Better known as Chemosh, Kamōš was the supreme deity of the Moabite state and people. 14. Descriptor of either Jerusalem as a whole or, specifically, the northern old city of Jerusalem thought to have been what the city entirely consisted of when occupied by the first king of Israel, David. 15. Athaliah was queen mother in the court of Ahaziah, being his mother. 16. It is the standard policy of the GOC to use commercial aircraft when traveling to maintain secrecy. 17. Although initial review has deemed the document to possibly have no reference to SCP-7305, the document's relation to Document 7305.06 has caused experts to recommend selecting Document 7305.97 for further review. 18. 2 A.M. 19. A period of increased precipitation in the Palestine region from October until December. 20. Ancient city in modern day Spain, though goods coming from Tarshish may be an ancient Hebrew expression used to describe exotic goods. 21. Jezebel was a contemporary of Athaliah. An influential woman in the Kingdom of Israel, she served both as queen and queen mother under several different rulers. According to the biblical narrative, Jezebel took part in instituting the worship of several pagan gods in Israel and was personally responsible for several murders, paralleling the biblical account of Athaliah. 22. Jehoash was the youngest son of Ahaziah and was the only one of his children to survive Athaliah's massacre of the Omri dynasty. After a successful rebellion against Athaliah that ended in her death, he became the next king of Judah. 23. According to the biblical account, the Destroyer was the acting agent of God that passed through Egypt on the night of the Passover, causing the death of the firstborns of Egypt, but ignoring the Israelites who had put lambs' blood on their doorposts. 24. Though this is not practical to display in Foundation digital documents, Document 7305.06 ends with an official seal of the Judahite monarchy placed directly below the final line of the document in the margin below the document's written words. Please contact the current Site-47 Historical Preservation Manager to view the physical document. |
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The air is warm and damp, and I can feel the fabric of my dress shirt begin to stick to my skin. Frustrated and impatient, I continue to wander the halls until I find a strange, unmarked double door that stands out amongst the rest. I take out my keycard labeled Ethics Committee Member — 08 and press it to the keycard scanner as it makes a happy chime. The scanner turns green, and the door makes a loud clicking sound. I look around me, left and right, seeing the empty corridors and their blinding overhead lights. I'm alone. I grab the handle and pull the door open, letting the light from the hall pierce the darkness that tries to cower in the corners of the room. In the middle of the room was a metal cabinet desk, lit only by a sole ceiling light hanging above. I enter and close the door behind me, hearing the door click and lock shut. I'm not alone. I look towards the camera that's attached in the top right corner of the dimly lit room, staring at me. Its lenses focus on my face, scanning and storing my faceprint. They would know I was here. I look across the dark room and see several offline sentries standing at parade rest. I can't even imagine how many interns lost their lives accidentally stumbling in here. I walk to the desk and sit in the chair, seeing the lockbox, a folder, and a computer terminal gathering dust. The folder piqued my interest immediately, its contents marred by numerous redactions. I could hear my shallow breaths stagger as I rifle through the documents, my eyes darting through, skimming the contents before moving on to the next page. My curiosity tempted me even further. I put the folder down, as it didn't contain anything of use to me, and stared at the dusty LED screen of the terminal. I reach into my suit pocket and grab a small rag as I wipe the screen. Once I was done, I began to fold it, but I hesitated and threw it onto the floor. It's too dirty to put it back in my pocket. I raise my finger towards the terminal and press the blinking power button. The screen flickers and whirs to life, showing me the oh-so-familiar logo… Faceprint Detected … BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/7306 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden and will be punishable by termination. No further warning will be given. 7306 Faceprint Recognized … Welcome EC-08! Item#: 7306 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: azathorth Disruption Class: gevurah Risk Class: yggdrasil link to memo Assigned Site Site-02 Site Director Miss Information Research Head [DATA EXPUNGED] Assigned MTF Omega-1 Assigned Site Site-02 Site Director Miss Information Research Head [DATA EXPUNGED] Assigned MTF Omega-1 Photograph of SCP-7306 in active state with Foundation photographer's memory. Item #: SCP-7306 Special Containment Procedures: As of 10/03/2023, SCP-7306's containment procedures have been updated. No Foundation personnel, except for the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee, are to know of the existence of SCP-7306. The Director of Site-02 is to be informed of the containment procedures of SCP-7306 but not its descriptive function to reduce information leaks. All documents, digital or physical, are to be stored in SCP-7306's storage unit and never displaced from the room. SCP-7306 is to be contained in an unmarked private storage unit at Site-02. Multiple targeting systems and devices scanning the room controlled via Site-02's A.I. system have been installed for security purposes. Due to previous incidents, no other Foundation or site personnel are to test or use SCP-7306 for any reason. Continuous utilization of SCP-7306 will cause rapid mental deterioration and will require psychological evaluation and therapy. It is recommended any future use of SCP-7306 is limited to one use to avoid [DATA EXPUNGED]. Description: SCP-7306 is a blank, pristine polaroid film with no distinctive identifying marks, that is impossible to be damaged or destroyed. It exhibits no visual anomalous properties until held by a human subject with average memory retention and mental acuity. The blank image is then slowly replaced by an image the subject is familiar with, usually a prevalent moment in the subject's life. Once the image has been fully colorized in the film, the subject will be unresponsive to any interaction or communication for a short period of time. Their consciousness will then transfer to the time period to which they have traveled and experience a duration ranging from one to twenty-four (1-24) hours before their consciousness spontaneously returns to their physical body. After said subjects' consciousness returns, opening SCP-7306-2 will reveal a new polaroid film (-A to -G), containing no anomalous properties, capturing a random moment the subject was photographed as well as a new entry in the journal found in SCP-7306-2. SCP-7306-2 is a small steel lock box that contains SCP-7306-A to -G, a photographer's journal, several used pencils that are utilized each time SCP-7306 is activated, and a replacement lens for a polaroid camera. The journal describes events that SCP-7306-3, the photographer, has photographed and logged. It is unknown if the photographer has written down the interaction in the journal as a warning or if the journal itself is the anomaly manipulating spacetime. SCP-7306-3 is a Caucasian male; records indicate his name to be Pater Beard, a famous photographer who has been missing since 2020 and was found dead in Camp Hero State Park. No other information of the photographer, SCP-7306-3, is known at this time. lies SCP-7306 Addendums Listed below are logs, audio recording transcripts, and other information about SCP-7306 that do not fit above. 7306-2 Retrieval 7306-2 Retrieval Summary: SCP-7306-2 was found in Montauk, Long Island, on Pater Beard’s (MIA) property and was immediately recovered when his family reported his wife found a strange lockbox that gave her vivid dreams of her late husband. All witnesses were interviewed and were given amnestics shortly after object retrieval. The following is an audio log recorded during the execution of Operation "Tag and Bag", conducted by Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") with interference from Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings"). <Begin Log> EP-6 “Citadel”: This is Citadel 1-1 to Overwatch. We've arrived on site, reaching the designated area in t minus ten seconds. Overwatch: Copy that, 1-1. Any visible threats on sight? EP-6 “Citadel”: Negative, Overwatch. Area is clear of any hostiles. The family is waiting just outside the front of the building. EP-6 “Rico”: Okay, fellas, it's game time. EP-6 “Citadel”: 1-1 to Overwatch, going radio silent. Keep comms open until the SCP is bagged and tagged. Overwatch: Roger that 1-1. Keep your boys safe. Overwatch, out. EP-6 “Norad”: █████, I see something in the trees. EP-6 “Barbie”: Shut the fuck up; you don't see jackshit. EP-6 “Norad”: Pft, I'm just messing with you. You always have a stick up your ass for these sorts of jokes. So, ███████, what do you think? Cognitohazard? EP-6 “Sentinel”: I think it’s just an old hag missing her husband. Plain and simple. EP-6 “Norad”: Seriously? If only that were true and this shit didn’t exist, I'd be fucking pissed. EP-6 “Citadel”: All of you, shut up. 2-1, go talk to the family. We'll secure the perimeter. EP-6 “Sentinel”: Roger that, 1-1. Beta team, on me. [Est. three minutes later] EP-6 “Citadel”: All units, Team Alpha found something, over. [Small note reported on tree next to house] EP-6 “Buggy”: What does it say? EP-6 “Norad”: Not entirely sure, it's in a foreign language. Could it be Swahili? Hey, "Anchor", can you read this? Crunch of grass and sticks overcome the background noise EP-6 “Anchor”: No, not really, it’s a mix of old ancient text. It seems to be a letter of some sort but, I haven’t seen this dialect in ages. No one talks like this. EP-6 “Norad”: Well, worth a try. EP-6 “Citadel: We need to talk to the family; they might know something. 1-1 to 2-1, rendezvous on our previous position, over. [Radio Static] EP-6 "Citadel": 2-1, confirm comms, over. [Radio Static] EP-6 "Citadel": 1-1 to Beta group, please respond immediately! EP-6 "Rico": "Sentinel" is currently in a comatose state. He interacted with the anomaly, over. EP-6 "Citadel": Shit. 1-1 to Overwatch; 2-1 is currently unresponsive, possibly KIA, over. Overwatch: Roger 1-1. Bag the target and get you and your men out of there as soon as possible. Gamma-5 is en route to your location. EP-6 "Citadel": Roger Overwatch; cutting off comms. Will debrief you when we exit the area, over. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7306 and SCP-7306-2 were successfully recovered with no casualties or damage to Foundation property. Regarding Epsilon-6 Lieutenant "Sentinel", they are currently undergoing psychological treatment for injuries sustained during interaction with SCP-7306. Apart from this, SCP-7306-3's body remnants have been found in a densely wooded area in Camp Hero State Park. The body was examined, and forensics showed Pater Beard's mind died before his physical body began to decompose. What remained of the body was shortly handed over to local authorities and family members for burial. Experiment Logs Experiment Logs Experiment Logs Purpose: Determine the extent and purpose of SCP-7306. All experiments were conducted with subjects of mixed backgrounds, which included: but were not limited to, age, ethnicity, family, and criminal history. All experiments were authorized by the O5 Council as well as the Ethics Committee (which was represented by EC-08). Listed below are only starred experiments for future research and/or investigations: Experiment 1 — "The Soldier" Subject: Subject #D82718, Afghanistan War veteran, age twenty-nine (29). Convicted of armed robbery and homicide of law enforcement officers and mutable counts of 2nd-degree homicide. Caucasian, only child with two (2) married parents. Result: Subject #D82718 used SCP-7306 and was in a state of shock for an estimated 7 seconds. After the subject returned, they were unresponsive for 2 days. They recalled being back in Afghanistan, where he previously failed to save his former squad mate from oncoming fire from enemy forces. They attempted to save his former squad mate but ended up failing again. The subject requested to use SCP-7306 a second time but was denied and reassigned to regular duties. SCP-7306-3 Journal Entry: This photograph shows extreme dedication and the love of brotherhood, but sometimes the outcome we want is just confined to dreams. Reality is much too harsh. Experiment 5 — "The Student" Subject: Amir Bugti, a current college student at Harvard University, age twenty-one (21). Pakistani, no siblings, and two (2) married parents. Result: Subject used SCP-7306 and was in a state of shock for an estimated 4 seconds. After returning, they were immediately responsive and cooperative with Foundation staff. They recalled being back on campus where he was shortly asked if he would like to go to a party hosted by the unofficial ασʊ fraternity. They noted he declined the offer previously but accepted it in this case due to regretting not being involved in "college activities". He remembered inviting a few of his friends to party and relax after Friday classes. Upon looking at his record, it is shown he was arrested for simple possession of small quantities of illegal drugs as well as drug-induced homicide. Three out of five individuals who were present during that time overdosed and died before paramedics could arrive. Campus police caught and detained Amir Bugti, charging him and those who rented the property. When the subject was informed of what he did, he refused to believe the Foundation staff. Staff then ended the experiment and returned him to MCI-Cedar Junction (Note: Subject was not charged prior to using SCP-7306). SCP-7306-3 Journal Entry: In an effort to live life to the fullest, the young adult did the opposite and killed his future. Disappointing. Experiment 9 / Incident CI-7306 — [Unauthorized] Subject: Mitch Kang, Security Chief for Site-02, age forty-three (43). Asian, no children or spouse. Result: On 09-02-2023, Security Chief Mitch Kang was found frantically sobbing and shaking in SCP-7306’s previous containment chamber for a long period of time. Once calmed down, they were questioned and put into quarantine for further analysis. During further investigation, Security Officer Mitch Kang admitted to working as an informant for multiple hostile factions towards The Foundation, most prominently the Chaos Insurgency. His actions led to the breach in containment of many SCP subjects which caused a K-Class scenario. In an effort to reverse the situation and danger he put himself in, he used SCP-7306 on his own accord. SCP-7306-3 Journal Entry: Cornered by foxes and wolves, the little piggy had no choice but to be devoured. Very humorous… I might even frame this one. Experiment 11 — "The Father" Subject: Kelvin Mikel, United Airlines Pilot, age fifty-three (53). African American, no current children (1 dead), divorced. Result: Subject used SCP-7306 and was in a state of shock for an estimated 9 seconds. They were unresponsive for an estimated 11 hours. During the interview, the subject recalled being on duty and walking to his appointed terminal. He then received a familiar call from his ex-wife, telling him their sixteen-year-old child was robbed and then stabbed on the way home from school. They immediately ran towards the nearest available vehicle and left for the hospital where she was being treated. When they were told what he had done previously, he mentioned remaining on duty and continuing his flight. He noted," This didn't change anything. This put fire to a once-dying memory." SCP-7306-3 Journal Entry: No father should ever outlive their child, but if so, they should be in your arms than in Death's. Cruel photograph… Experiment 17 — "[DATA EXPUNGED]" Subject: [DATA EXPUNGED] Result: [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-7306-3 Journal Entry: [DATA EXPUNGED] Note: On 9/19/2023, shortly after Experiment 17, the Ethics Committee ordered all research and tests with SCP-7306 to be canceled, and the research team led by Dr. Michael Olson disbanded and dispersed to other Foundation projects. Due to the unethical consequences SCP-7306 brings, SCP-7306 is to remain in its containment chamber, and no Site-02 personnel, specifically research personnel, are allowed inside. Cleaning crews and security personnel are the only exceptions to this order. Incident IMF-7 Incident IMF-7 Incident IMF-7 Summary: On 10/03/2023, Senior Researcher Michael Olson, Assistant Researcher Kyle Jacobson, Assistant Researcher Brooke Bayfield, and several other Site-02 staff were discovered to have used SCP-7306 with malicious intent for personal gain. No experiments were conducted with the necessary approval by the Ethics Committee, and several resulted in major changes to our current timeline of history. During the investigation, via the SCP-7306 journal, several outcomes have or have not occurred due to its use: Doctor Bryan Holland becomes a punk rock musician, never to work for the Foundation. Coffee in the Site-02 break room would always have sugar and cream instead of the ordinary stevia and oat milk. SCP-████ "The Grimace Shake" is neutralized, becoming an ordinary blueberry milkshake, due to the predetermined efforts of Foundation staff. The Site-02 Assistant Director has a wife and three daughters, and they would never be lonely again. [DATA REDACTED] became the President of the United States instead of working for the janitorial staff. As well as similar cases conducted by Site-02 staff. Below is the transcript from the interview prior to termination: Interviewer: Agent Becker Interviewee: Dr. Olson Time: 00:48 Location: Site-02 Interrogation Room B <Begin Log> Agent Becker: This is Agent Becker beginning Session 01 of the investigation concerning Incident IMF-7. Date is… October 3rd, 2023… time is… 00:48. The interviewee is Dr. Olson, head researcher and supervisor of SCP-7306. Now, if you may, Doctor… Dr. Olson is silent as Agent Becker begins to tap his pen on the metal desk. Agent Becker: You seemed really talkative earlier when they were dragging you out of your office, Michael. This is your last cha— Dr. Olson: (Softly) Those people deserved a second chance, Becker. The Foundation owed them that and a lot of a hell more. Agent Becker: You don't get to decide that, Michael, the Ethics Committee does. Dr. Olson: The Committee? (Raises voice) The Committee? What a fucking joke. A body of ignorant people that decide what is right or wrong. They are no better than the O5s. (Directed towards the camera) The same cunts that hid [DATA EXPUNGED]. Agent Becker: Michael, calm yourself. Don't do this. Dr. Olson: (Directed towards Agent Becker) No! You should all be ashamed of yourselves. (Looks towards the camera) I thought you didn’t want to search for them, but no, you just want to hide it under the rug. You ruthless hypocritical bastards… all in the name of ethics and yet you let people [DATA EXPUNGED]! Agent Becker: Enough, Michael! This is childish, even for you! Silence drowns the room for a short period of time. Agent Becker: Back to my questions… We know a few of the Foundation personnel involved or are at least aware of this operation. A couple of security, research, and even administration staff, but we suspect there are more. Apart from you, who else conducted these experiments? Dr. Olson: Doctor Bayfield helped me conduct most of these experiments, but she wasn't involved as much as I was. Most of the other researchers were just… "participating". Agent Becker: And how many times have you conducted these unauthorized tests? Dr. Olson: (Pauses) I can't determine that even if I wanted to. Agent Becker: Jesus Christ. Agent Becker pulls out a Polaroid film containing a picture of Researcher Jacobson. Noticeably, Dr. Olson's facial expression changes. Agent Becker: Researcher Jacobson, one of your assistants in conducting these experiments. We know you let him use SCP-7306, and during retrieval, we found him unconscious by his bedside. Dr. Olson: I… I told him not to… Agent Becker: You told him not to use SCP-7306, yet it was in his possession, and he used it. (Leans in) I would start saying names… now. Dr. Olson: (Silence) Agent Becker: Come on, Michael, we both know you don't have time for this. Dr. Olson begins sobbing. Agent Becker: What are you crying for? Dr. Olson: I didn't mean to hurt them. I-I just wanted to help them. Everything I did… for what? Silence drowns the room for eleven seconds until the door to the interrogation room opens. Foundation Security: Might want to finish up; EC-08 wants a debrief before the proceedings. Agent Becker: (sigh) Fine. There's nothing else to gather from this. Officer Lamson will escort you to your holding cell. The metal chair screeched followed by the jingle of handcuffs and heavy steps. Agent Becker: Michael? Doctor Olson looks back from the frame of the open door towards Agent Becker. Agent Becker: I’m sorry. You must believe me I truly tried. The door then quickly opened and banged shut, leaving Agent Becker alone in the room. <End Log> Audio Recording (Holding Cell) Audio Recording (Holding Cell) Holding Cell B-7A Audio Recording Summary: Upon concluding the Incident IMF-7 interview, Dr. Olson was escorted back to his holding cell until an Ethics Committee member could view and verify future proceedings. The transcript below is the audio recording containing a conversation between Dr. Olson and Dr. Bayfield. <Begin Log> Scuffling is heard with the sound of a jail door squeaking open with more scuffling and footsteps. Foundation Security: Give me your hands. The jingle of handcuffs is followed by the shutting of the jail door. Dr. Bayfield: Are you alright? Dr. Olson: … No. [Silence] Dr. Bayfield: Do you know what will happen to us… to me? Dr. Olson: I…(hesitates) I don't know for certain. Time will tell. [Silence] Dr. Olson: I never wanted this to happen, Brooke. To hurt people. All I wanted was for them to live a life worth living. Imagine being cooped up in an office filled with these diabolical beings, never being able to see your family and loved ones… it was the least I could do. (Sighs) It's all my fault. Dr. Bayfield: You shouldn't blame yourself, Michael. We all took the risk. We knew what would happen if we participated, even me. I thought… I thought that it would help. It's nothing but a dangerous toy that creates fleeting memories. Dr. Olson: You know what that researcher said when we gave him a chance to use SCP-7306? It was the most boring response I ever heard: "I regret nothing because every decision made me who I am today". For years, I forced myself to believe in that. I wanted to think in the exact same way as he did. I just wish we never got caught. Dr. Bayfield: You cannot be serious, Michael. Do you still believe that what we did was worth it? Do you still believe that natural order is something you can play with? Dr. Olson: Don’t get me wrong, Brooke. I’m not saying that people who believe in that are wrong, especially him. If they truly don’t regret anything, then they are both lucky and happy. I’m saying that if I have a chance to have a drop of power over what could've been and keep it that way, I would rather have that than fame or fortune. Dr. Bayfield: And yet that drop of power you talk about is your undoing. All it will do is leave you unsatisfied and begging for more. Even if you try to change it, the constant dread and fear of what is and what could’ve been will forever haunt you, either in these cells or in that fucking thing's containment chamber. Could it have been better? What if I did this or that, and maybe it could have been—it's nonsense! Dr. Olson: You can't stop a person from diving back into their past. This time is barely any different. The only difference is that this time we have the possibility of change. The opportunity to have some other meaning in our lives that we haven't had before. Dr. Bayfield: Whatever you or others on the team sought is dead and should be long forgotten. Dr. Olson: What are you talking about? The past can never be forgotten. It can never die. Our present is always determined by our past. Both an enemy and a friend, our past will never let go. We can finally control that bastard and keep it in check. Dr. Bayfield: Then answer me: Are you really living in the present? You say you have your past in check, but it still controls you. It is haunting you. Right. Now. We can let the past die. Both of us know we’ve let it live for too long. Don't make me go into that void with you. [Silence] Dr. Bayfield: Can I tell you something, Michael? Dr. Olson: (Softly) Of course. Nobody can stop you. Dr. Bayfield: Life is full of wrong choices, but if I were the perfect daughter, I would have never met you. I would've never come to work at the Foundation. One could say they were never mistakes in the first place, but whether they are mistakes or not, never in a single moment of my life will I regret all the choices I made. I don't need it to tell me that. [Silence] Dr. Olson: (Softly) Thank you. Dr. Olson quietly sobs, as he and Dr. Bayfield tell each other goodbye. The audio cuts. <End Log> Closing Statement: Moments after the audio recording was cut, Dr. Bayfield and Dr. Olson were terminated due to the unlawful use and gain of SCP-7306. Dr. Jacobson, as well as other Site-02 staff who were involved in the incident, are to be interviewed, given amnestic treatment, and punished accordingly. Ethics Committee Member 08 was present for the proceedings, reporting the results to both the committee and council. New containment procedures for SCP-7306 are to be put in place, and no research team is to ever be affiliated with SCP-7306. DELETION FAILED | ERROR TRY AGAIN? Summary: Experiment 17 was authorized by the Ethics Committee, allowing multiple previous experiment subjects to use SCP-7306 a second time. The following transcript, involving #D82718, was the only successful file to be recorded and recovered with the help of Mobile Task Force Psi-8 ("The Silencers"). Experiment 17 — "The Photographer" <Begin Log> #D82718: Wait. This isn't… God damn it. Where the hell did it bring me? The sound of rain and wet thuds on pavement overcome the static and hum the audio picks up. #D82718: Hello?! [knocking] Is there anybody here?! I'm freezing my ass off out here! SCP-7306-3: (in the distance) Doors open! The door opens with a creak and the sound of a bell jingling. #D82718: Who are you? Where ar– SCP-7306-3: Hey, I've been waiting for you! Yes, we’re not in Afghanistan, not quite what you expected, huh? Anyways, here, take a drink, kid; you look like you need it more than I do. #D82718 takes the glass of liquid and ice and the sounds of heavy footsteps on wood begin to distance itself. #D82718: Thanks… wait, you look familiar. Weren’t you on the news some time ago? SCP-7306-3: Pater Beard, the famous photographer who went crazy and got stuck in a ditch, or God knows where. Yeah, that’s me. Shame those coyotes got to my body before your… how do you call it… supervisors did. #D82718: How did you even get here? SCP-7306-3: I could say the same about you, kid. My best guess is we probably dug ourselves too far and its nature's way of saying "fuck you". Heh. If you expected a dramatic story, you won't find one. The sound of pouring liquid into a glass of ice echoes throughout the room. #D82718: Quite the photographer, huh? SCP-7306-3: Oh yeah, you could say that. As a kid, I loved to take pictures and store them in my journal. As time went on, I began to store som— #D82718: Aw shit, is that Keith Richard's electric guitar? A quiet sigh is heard as the strum of strings is played. SCP-7306-3: (Sighs) I can still remember the sand against my feet. Life and death, chaos and peace, both living in complete harmony—now I’ve been confined to this hell alone. Well, that was until all of you showed up. #D82718: All? SCP-7306-3: Well, you are the first to come to see me, you know. I'm waiting for the rest of them. I just hope it was in a diner with some coffee and not… here… this desolate wasteland. #D82718: You have no idea. It's too damn cold out here. #D82718 walks around the room with a rhythm of footsteps. The crackle of fire is quietly picked up. #D82718: Is there something in particular you like to photograph? SCP-7306-3: I like things that don't look like you're in control. Maybe that's the simplest way I could put it. Sometimes we make mistakes in life… mistakes that we don't have full control over. Nature sometimes kills you for those mistakes. #D82718: Pft, believe me, that's happened way too many times for me to count. My ex almost killed me for sleeping with her sister. Twice! SCP-7306-3: Sounds like a story alright. The wood floorboards creak and snap as heavy footsteps get closer. SCP-7306-3: I don’t agree with the person or thing that decided that these mistakes should be reversed, but in a sense, it teaches us that some things were meant to be left alone. In this case, left behind to rot in the past. (Under his breath) If you fuck around, you'll eventually find out. The room echoes with a thump and the creaking of a rocking chair, overcoming the background noise in the audio. The crackle of fire begins to get louder. #D82718: Do you have any other cool shit that, I don't know, got "transported" here? SCP-7306-3: It would probably be best if you leave. I can help guide you to your new place if need be. #D82718: Heh. What do you mean? Pater Beard: You don't know? Well, I don't know why they brought you here, but I have a feeling they knew you wouldn’t be able to come back. Not in one piece, anyway. #D82718: Wait. Are… Are you saying I’m t-trapped here? SCP-7306-3: Unfortunately, yes, just as I am. Those who get stuck in the past will become part of it. An inevitable consequence. Sometimes the thoughts that flood our mind can either drown us or help us float. It all just depends on what you hold onto. The sound of electricity buzzes and snaps at the audio. #D82718: Enough of your lessons! Please, don't make me stay! There has to be some way back! SCP-7306-3: I'm not in control here, kid. If there was a way out, I would’ve found it by now. We should've faced our demons a long time ago. [Signal Lost] <End Log> Closing Statement: On 9/19/2023, 18:07, 9 out of ██ subjects involved in Experiment 17, including #D82718, were declared dead (devoid of consciousness) upon using SCP-7306. All other subjects are currently undergoing psychological treatment and note they don’t remember anything over the past twenty-four hours. Experiment 17 is to be expunged from SCP-7306's file as well as any physical copies in Foundation archives incinerated. All personnel who conducted or are aware of Experiment 17 are to undergo Class A amnestic treatment. User Logged Out … Goodbye! … The terminal slowly cried once more as the light from the LED screen slowly faded away. I stood alone in the empty room and began to process everything I gathered. I looked to my left, seeing the closed lockbox that contained dust and grime. I would have no more regrets. I could remove the nightmares that haunt me every night, waking me up in a pool of sweat and tears. A simple "life reset" is all it was. Nobody would even know; how could they? Panic started to rise and fill my chest as I struggled to find a calming breath. I couldn't breathe and unbuttoned my wet dress shirt. I was tempted… Use SCP-7306 Leave The Room ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: The ListPages module does not work recursively. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: picture-instant-polaroid-vintage-preview.jpg Author: Thamlamm License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/picture-instant-polaroid-vintage-1426842/ |
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The 247th sample is under indefinite evaluation at the Site-87 research facility. Due to natural degradation, location, and/or several decades of nuclear testing conducted by the USSR, further containment of SCP-7307-1 is deemed unnecessary. All media containing depictions of SCP-7307-2 has been expunged from public record. An agreement between the Foundation, Roscosmos, and NASA has been reached to classify the existence of SCP-7307-2. The Alabaster-Reece Observatory is tasked with tracking SCP-7307-2. As of 1974/02/23, SCP-7307-2 no longer requires containment procedures. Due to the size and location of SCP-7307-3, direct containment has been deemed unfeasible. A remote observation unit utilizing Poseidon.aic has been installed to monitor SCP-7307-3 for any activity. The USS Morpheus is to perform a yearly manned investigation of SCP-7307-3. Any change in the status of SCP-7307 is to be immediately reported to Dr. Wallace of Project Lighthouse at Site-87. Description SCP-7307 is the collective designation for several anomalous events and objects initially discovered on 1945/07/16. Two SCP-7307-1 instances, 1947/06/22. SCP-7307-1 are 246 spherical formations consisting of ice, soil, and bedrock with diameters ranging from .5 - 5.6 km. These objects spontaneously appeared in Semipalatinsk, Kazakhstan starting on 1945/06/16 and ending on 1975/11/24. Analysis of core samples indicate that all SCP-7307-1 instances originate from Semipalatinsk, but did not form from existing materials found at the location. The sites at which each SCP-7307-1 instance was discovered, as well as each core sample tested, registered a unique concentration of Boerhiemer Radiation1, indicating a probable extra-universal origin for these phenomena. An additional 143 SCP-7307-1 instances were detected and are theorized to exist 4.8 km underground in the Archuleta Mesa near Dulce, New Mexico. SCP-7307-2 is a 3.4 km ovaloid structure consisting of various inorganic and organic components including but not limited to: sand, metal, fauna, asphalt, concrete structures, substratum, flora, glass, and wood. SCP-7307-2 is surrounded by a cloud of oxygen, nitrogen, helium, natural gas, propane, water vapor, and approximately 26,000 human corpses. SCP-7307-2 is currently orbiting Earth approximately 400,000 km from the Exosphere and has a trajectory which will eventually remove it from Earth's gravitational influence; estimated to occur between 1970-1980. On 1974/02/23, SCP-7307-2 was incinerated by the Sun and no longer exists. Samples collected by a Foundation probe prior to its incineration indicate the place of origin to be Hiroshima, Japan circa 1940-1950. SCP-7307-2, circa 1965. Perspective view of SCP-7307-3. SCP-7307-3 is the island of Cuba, including topsoil, flora, fauna, structures, ~7 million humans, and substratum; compressed into a complex array of non-euclidean overlapping cubes that is partially embedded in the bedrock of the Atlantic ocean. SCP-7307-3 originates externally of Prime Reality and poses no threat to the inhabitants of Cuba. All further information regarding the contents of SCP-7307-3 is classified Level 5/7307 and can be acquired through approval of a Project Lighthouse supervisor. Discovery General location of documented SCP-7307-1. The first instance of SCP-7307-1 was discovered by Senior Lieutenant Aset Sultanov on 1945/06/16 while travelling to Moscow. Upon arriving at Kustanay station, Sultanov contacted Soviet military command and explained the phenomena. On 1945/06/18, a Soviet military convoy and several scientists arrived to investigate the SCP-7307-1 instances. Though initially considered to be some form of German subterfuge, the response team was unable to definitively ascertain its origin. Two weeks after its initial discovery the Foundation was contacted by a liaison within the Kremlin to assist with the investigation and concealment of the phenomena. In accordance with the Beria Compromise2, the USSR officially took control of nearly 18,000 km² of land surrounding the initial instance to be used in the Soviet atomic bomb project. The Foundation was regularly updated on the SCP-7307-1 phenomena until its conclusion in 1975. SCP-7307-2 was initially detected by researchers at the Alabaster-Reece Observatory3 on 1950/04/14, though visual confirmation could not be ascertained until 1952/11/26. In conjunction with visual confirmation, the distinct Boerhiemer Radiation associated with SCP-7307 was registered and Project Lighthouse began its investigation. Though discovered in 1950, it is theorized, based on the extent of radioactive decay, that SCP-7307-2 originally entered Prime Reality shortly after the SCP-7307-1 instances began to appear. On 1962/10/18, Atlantic Research Substation 4 detected a surge in Boerhiemer Radiation 3.6 km from the Puerto Rico Trench. Due to the Cuban missile crisis4, Foundation facilities in North and Central America were operating under emergency standby procedures and could not immediately investigate the disturbance. Subsequent to the conclusion of the crisis, Project Lighthouse in conjunction with the crew of the USS Morpheus began a three-month excavation and exploration of SCP-7307-3. All further information regarding the contents of SCP-7307-3 is classified Level 5/7307 and can be acquired through approval of a Project Lighthouse supervisor. Project Lighthouse Report Summary — 1965 The reality in which SCP-7307 originates is officially designated Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25; a stable reality with near identical laws of physics to Prime Reality. Though limited in primary resources, Project Lighthouse has learned of several deviations in human history, specifically surrounding the actions of the USSR and United States of America, including their inability to achieve nuclear fission. The heightened political instability between these two countries, as well as the open use of anomalous weapons, has led to Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25 being deemed a potential threat to Prime Reality. Project Lighthouse speculates that a series of events leading to mutually assured destruction within Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25 would instantaneously initiate a XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario on Prime Earth. Project Lighthouse Report Summary — 1968 On 1968/01/12 12:32 GMT, local reality sensors at Site-51 alerted Project Lighthouse liaisons to a surge in Boerhiemer Radiation5 from within the local SCiPNet server room. The following conversation took place over SCiPNet at 12:33 GMT between Researcher Liam Wilkerson6 and an unidentified User who is presumed to be Liam Wilkerson of Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. The terminal was remotely overridden by the director of Project Lighthouse, Dr. Wallace. | Unidentified User: Hello… are you seeing this Liam? | Unidentified User: Please I don't have much time… | Wilkerson10471: Who is this? How did you access this server without a SCiPNet ID? | Unidentified User: I don't have time to explain, I know youre not going to believe me but I'm you, not from your world but I'm still you- we can't be that different… |Unidentified User: We grew up on the corner 32nd and Frost on the East side of Bodie City, right next to Zippy Comics store. |Wilkerson10471: Is this some kind of joke? I've never even heard of Bodie City. |Unidentified User: Christ, there's gotta be something- we obviously ended up in the same place now. |Wilkerson10471: I'm reporting this to my supervisor, I don't know who you are or what kind of crap you're trying to pull but I have deadlines to meet. |Unidentified User: My name is Liam Wilkerson, I work at Facility-51 for the Department of Anomalous Affairs, previously the SCP Foundation— we were forc [CONNECTION LOST] [CONNECTION REESTABLISHED] | Unidentified User: Dammit my terminals been flagged, I manually overrode it but I only have minutes before security reaches my cubical. We need your help, this war will end up killing us all— there's something wrong with these bombs, I'm sending a file, I'm sure your foundation will get what it means [FILE RECEIVED - UNKNOWN FILE TYPE] |Wilkerson10471: My terminal doesn't even recognize this file type, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this. |Unidentified User: Just figure it out, I can't trust anyone else. God, even our own. and the president, fuck, he's insane I don't even think he's hu [CONNECTION LOST] [CONNECTION RE-ESTABLISHED] |Wilkerson10471: hello? [TERMINAL OVERRIDE ESTABLISHED] |Wallace00098: My name is Dr. Wallace, I'm the director of the program assigned to handle matters pertaining to your universe. Please identify yourself. |Unidentified User: [TEXT REMOVED - CLASS 4 CONGNITOHAZARD DETECTED] |Wallace00098: You should've known that wasn't going to work. [CONNECTION LOST] [UNABLE TO RE-ESTABLISH CONNECTION] Immediately following the SCiPNet connection termination, a SCP-7307 instance (designated SCP-7307-1a) appeared within the body of Researcher Wilkerson, killing him instantly. SCP-7307-1a is a spherical mass measuring 2.3 m3, consisting of a human corpse7 and various other materials commonly associated with a Foundation workstation. The instance was sequestered by Project Lighthouse for testing and is to be stored indefinitely at Site-87. Computer analysis technicians were able to transfer the received file into a readable format type. It is unknown if the data was corrupted due to this process or from exposure to Boerhiemer Radiation. Security Clearance Level 5/XXXX is required to view it's contents. ■ File.7307.68.1 □ File.7307.68.1 Item #: SCP-7307 Level 5/7307 Classified Special Containment Protocols: The Foundation is currently unable to contain SCP-7307. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] All efforts are to be allocated to limiting public knowledge of the inner workings of SCP-7307. All dimensional faults8 connecting Baseline Reality with Universe 16.18.9.13.5 are to be sought out and secured using any means necessary. Interference by the USSR or United States governments is considered a [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]. Eclipse Protocols have been initiated. Description: SCP-7307 are a type of military device initially created by the USSR, capable of displacing its area of effect from Baseline Reality. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] Diagram of SCP-7307. Using a non-euclidean array of Boerhiemer crystallite in conjunction with a biologic specimen from an external reality, SCP-7307 effects matter proportionate to the extra-dimensional object's narrative potential. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]; the use human infants has been determined to provide the maximum effective range. [INFORMATION REMOVED PRIOR TO TRANSCRIPTION] Addendum 7307/1_ First detonation of SCP-7307. The first dimensional fault with Universe 16.18.9.13.5 was discovered by Soviet researchers in the Ural Mountains, circa 1940. The Commission for Anomalous Research began to weaponize materials found within Universe 16.18.9.13.5 in 1943. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] incapable of preventing the initial test of SCP-7307 in Semipalatinsk, Kazakhstan on 1945/06/16. Addendum 7307/2_ Detonation of SCP-7307 instance in Hiroshima, Japan. Despite the ongoing efforts of the Foundation and assets within the Soviet Union, on 1945/07/16 the USSR detonated an SCP-7307 instance on the active battlefield in Hiroshima, Japan; in an attempt to coerce the Imperial military to surrender. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] and an estimated 42,000 humans were displaced from Baseline Reality, including approximately 2600 Soviet and American soldiers. The 05 Council has initiated Eclipse Protocol, an isolationist policy in the event of a Breach-of-Veil Scenario, in order to mitigate [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]. Addendum 7307/3_ On 1949/04/15, the US military discovered it's first mainland dimensional fault within General Grant National Park. The Foundation remained unaware of this discovery until 1955/08/29 when the US tested its first SCP-7307 device within the Dulce Deep Underground Military Base. Mobile Strike Force Charlie 15 ("Dirty Dogs") were tasked with closing the dimensional fault using a Gamov Reality Anchor. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] an estimated 2,307 people before the Foundation was made aware of the fault. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED], significant casualties during the skirmish with US Army personnel. Though successful in mending the fault, the remaining strike force members were captured and [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]. As of 1950/01/05, the United States government has labeled the SCP Foundation as a rogue agency. The O5 Council is currently deliberating the correct course of action. Addendum 7307/3: On 1962/10/16, the Office of Strategic Services received information regarding several Soviet SCP-7307 instances held within military facilities in the Republic of Cuba. [INFORMATION CORRUPTED] failed to deescalate the situation. Following a vague threat made by a Cuban military officer on a Soviet television news program, President Kennedy authorized the use of SCP-7307 on the island. Due to the presence of an unknown number of additional SCP-7307 instances being present on the island, a chain reaction occured that [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]. President Kennedy has publicly accused the SCP Foundation of colluding with the KGB in causing the Cuban Disaster. Foundation facilities throughout North America have initiated emergency lockdown protocols. BY ORDER OF THE DEPARTMENT OF ANOMALOUS AFFAIRS This file is Classified Top Secret - Level 7 and has been scheduled for archiving. SCP-7307 A subteam of Project Lighthouse has been tasked with seeking out and closing potential dimensional faults with Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. Mobile Task Force Epsilon 77 ("Oswald's Oddities") entered Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25 on 1969/01/01. MTF 77 has authorization to operate autonomously and take action based on their own judgment; they are to gather information, assist former Foundation personnel, and neutralize threats against Prime Reality by all means necessary. Project Lighthouse Update Reports Mobile Task Force Epsilon 77 has sent several reports on relevant information from within Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. In order to mitigate the risk of information leaks, these reports have been classified on a need-to-know basis. ■ Kennedy Report 1968 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ Vietnam War Report 1969 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ Hanoi Disaster 1971 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ Boston Incident Report 1973 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ DAA Contingency Plan 1974 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ Urgent - Emergency Report 1975 □ ACCESS DENIED ■ Nexus Accord 1975 □ ACCESS GRANTED On 1975/11/20, Project Lighthouse received an emergency report from MTF Epsilon 77 detailing an imminent XK-Class Scenario due to unsustainable tensions between the United States and USSR of Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. In response to the inevitable threat, an emergency meeting of the Ethics Committee and O5 Command led to the establishment of the Nexus Protocol. An ultimatum would be presented to President Kennedy and Premier Kosygin before the initiation of Nexus Protocols; this choice was to be delivered by Dr. Michael Wallace, director of Project Lighthouse— through a SCiPNet sever. [[ACCESS GRANTED]] [[CONNECTING TO TERMINAL John001]] [[CONNECTION TO TERMINAL первый1]] [[CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]] |Wallace00098: Hello, my name is Dr. Michael Wallace, I from what you know as Universe 16.18.9.13.5. I am here on behalf of the SCP Foundation of my world in order to bring you a proposition. |первый1: What is the meaning of this Kennedy, what have you done? |John001: Aleksey, I assure you that we had nothing to do with this. |Wallace00098: At approximately 02:00 our time, we had a mobile task force enter your reality with SCP-███, and they released it into your atmosphere. |первый1: I know not the meaning of this and I grow tired of this intrusion. I have no time for pendo conspiracy. |John001: I've already told you— this ain't us. You and I both know what we've done to their world, we always knew this time would come. |Wallace00098: Right, as you said, the time has come to answer for your indiscretions. You are about to receive a file, I suggest you look it over, have your people check it's authenticity. [FILE TRANSFER SUCCESSFUL] |John001: You wouldn't… This isn't even, how do you have this? |Wallace00098: As I said, we don't— it's been released into your atmosphere. |первый1: What are your demands? |Wallace00098: You are to stop using the Boerhiemer devices, entirely, their impact on our world has been deemed a risk we are not willing to take. Any living civilians from our universe are to be returned through a dimensional fault of our choice; then all currently know dimensional faults will be mended effective immediately. There will be no further contact between our worlds; if you want to wipe each other off the map, so be it, your just not going to take us along with you. |первый1: And if we refuse? |Wallace00098: Then we will flip the switch and effectively atomize your entire planet. Mr. Kosygin, we are not playing games anymore— this has gone far enough. |Wallace00098: As we both are aware Mr. Kennedy, this won't exactly effect you in the same way. But we doubt you'd want to preside over a planet of cosmic dust. |John00098: I don't know what you're talking about. |Wallace00098: Of course you don't. Regardless, this is our proposition. You both have one hour to reach an adequate compromise— if one is not reached we will carry on as planned. You will be hearing from us shortly. [Wallace00098 DISCONNECTED] [FILE RECEIVED - UNKNOWN FILE TYPE] [CONNECTION LOST] President Kennedy and Premier Kosygin signed a binding contract formally known as the Nexus Accord; declaring a permanent cease to Boerhiemer weapon development, testing, and use. A de-escalation program will be initiated within both countries and all current Boerhiemer devices will be dismantled. As of 1975/12/01, all know dimensional faults have been mended and no further incursions with Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25 have occured. Footnotes 1. A type of radiation typically associated with extra-universal contiguity and/or displacement. 2. USSR, Foundation. 3. A Foundation installation located on O‘ahu, Hawaii. 4. 1962/10/16 to 1962/10/29 5. Specifically, the unique signature associated with Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. 6. A researcher technician for the Thaumaturgy Department with security clearance Level 2. Mr. Wilkerson has had no prior contact with Project Lighthouse or Universe 11.5.14.14.5.4.25. 7. DNA testing confirmed that the human corpse within SCP-7307-1a is Liam Wilkerson. 8. Area where reality's membrane is thin enough to cross between universes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7307" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7307. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7308 | safe | close Info X More by this author Image source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Red_sphere_shaded_lightsource_top_right.svg Artist's Rendition of SCP-7308 Item #: SCP-7308 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7308 is contained within a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-309. Description: SCP-7308 appears to be a red sphere approximately two meters in diameter. All attempts to perceive the true appearance of SCP-7308 have been unsuccessful. Addendum: Discovery SCP-7308 was discovered in Poplar Grove, Illinois after reports of an "orb" wandering a local apple orchard. Following the capture of SCP-7308, Gate B of Site-309 was blasted down by Soupglop, a known reality bender residing in Three Portlands, demanding that SCP-7308 be returned to her. After fourteen hours of standard de-escalation procedures, Dr. Noah Addams managed to conduct an interview with Soupglop. <Begin Log> Dr. Addams: Are you ready to cooperate? Or am I going to have to call in the tranq unit again? Soupglop: Fine. Fine. But mark my words, young man, I'm gonna be casting sooooo many hexes on you later. I'm gonna… Soupglop gestures her hands in the air wildly. Soupglop: And you're gonna be SORRY. Dr. Addams: I… Okay. Well, to start, what is SCP-7308? Soupglop: Ha! What is it? It's my INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, that's what it is. Dr. Addams: To be clear, I'm talking about the… red circle thing. Soupglop: Wait, circle? I thought I upgraded to the orb package! Goddammit. I'm so fucking mad. I suck at contracts. Always using so much LANGUAGE. I— Dr. Addams: No— it's— you did fine. It's an orb. I just misspoke. Sorry. Soupglop: Huh. How the fuck did you go from orb to circle? There's a whole DIMENSION of difference. I thought you people were supposed to be smart! Dr. Addams: I just misspoke. I'd appreciate moving on now. Soupglop: Peh. Fine. Dr. Addams: So, again. What is SCP-7308, and why can we only perceive it as an orb? Soupglop: You see him like that because you hold no shares! Nobody does! Because all the shares are mine. I copyrighted him! Dr. Addams: Well… then what do you see it as? Soupglop: He's a large man with white fur. He has big muscles. He would be my husband but he's kind of stupid, so I copyrighted him instead. I call him "Yeti" and he's one of a kind. That's why Lord Alrights allowed me to finalize the ritual. Dr. Addams: Hm. One moment, please. Dr. Addams stands, retrieves a manilla folder, then pushes it towards Soupglop. She begins inspecting its contents. Dr. Addams: Did you know that there are countless entities that are almost identical to your "Yeti"? Therefore… Soupglop: Oh… oh no. A tear in reality suddenly forms above Soupglop. An eye emerges, staring directly at her. UNKNOWN: SOUPGLOP. YOU HAVE LIED, AND BETRAYED LORD ALRIGHTS. FOR THIS YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. Soupglop: Wait, wait, I didn't know! I didn't— UNKNOWN: IGNORANCE IS NOT FORGIVEN. PERISH. Soupglop disintegrates into a pile of salt, and the tear closes. <End Log> Following the interview, it was discovered that SCP-7308 had disintegrated into a pile of ground black pepper. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. More From This Author More From This Author Ellie3's Works SCPs SCP-2019-J • SCP-8308 • SCP-5033 • SCP-4492 • SCP-7300 • SCP-4874 • SCP-5986 • Tales/GoI Formats "Is bad luck really such a crime?" asked the mouse to the cat. • The Many Business Ventures of S & C Plastics • The Apple Doesn't Fall Far • END OF THE WORLD LIVESTREAM!!! • Plastic Graveyard • Reviviscence • The Bed Salesman: A Brief Interlude • Three Portlands Pastries • A Little Bunny's Doctor • Home Sick • they'll always find a Way in • I hope this isn't just a dream. • No Cars Allowed • S & C Plastics Actually Does Their Job • Talloran Shoots Archduke Franz Ferdinand • Other Ellie3 (Gimmick Free!) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7308" by Ellie3, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7308. 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-7308.svg Name: Red sphere shaded lightsource top right.svg Author: Jahobr License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7309 | esoteric-class | From: ten.pics|84mikahaniez#ten.pics|84mikahaniez (Dr. Zeina Hakim, Senior Researcher) To: ten.pics|84lagisliagiva#ten.pics|84lagisliagiva (Avigail Sigal, Junior Researcher) Subject: First Assignment Welcome aboard, Avigail! I hope your orientation wasn’t too overwhelming, the Director can be a bit of a drama queen with newbies. Regardless, as a Foundation researcher you’ll be dealing constantly with what we call SCP files - documents describing complex anomalies which have received a specific designation. I want you to familiarize yourself with the format of these files - attached to this email are a few examples of what an SCP file usually looks like, alongside an extensive glossary of parascientific terms. Additionally, your credentials should now allow you to view an older file which desperately needs updating - SCP-7309. This is your first assignment as a Foundation researcher: Replace outdated terminology, clear up the clinical tone, but make sure to leave the Special Containment Procedures unchanged - SCP-7309 is not to be handled lightly, and Procedure 146-PAINKILLER is very delicate, so even the slightest deviation in what our containment team will be doing when they execute it could result in a devastating containment breach. Good luck! Your deadline is May 18th - the Procedure must be performed on the 31st and it might take a while for the Fae wisdom teeth to arrive from Site-120. Zeina PS: Once you’re done, don’t forget to upload the file to the modern SCiPNet database, as it’s still on the old network from the 1970's. From: ten.pics|84lagisliagiva#ten.pics|84lagisliagiva (Avigail Sigal, Junior Researcher) To: ten.pics|84mikahaniez#ten.pics|84mikahaniez (Dr. Zeina Hakim, Senior Researcher) Subject: Re: First Assignment Thanks Zeina. I just looked at the file - looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me here. I’ll start working on it tomorrow. Avigail ITEM #: OBJECT CLASS: SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: DESCRIPTION: uh um where the fuck is the file what happened to the file … shit ADDENDUM 7309-1: im getting fired for this arent i okay avigail calm down youre going to work this out its gonna be fine its gonna be fine its gonna be welp, uhhh i guess if they see what happened to the file im done for no matter what so i might as well just use this to keep track of my thoughts for the time being. this is so weird. i was literally just fixing up the description (took me forever to even comprehend what it was about. apparently the things i was supposed to fix arent nearly as confusing as the things im supposed to leave as they are. do all these researchers actually know what half of these words mean without having to carry this batshit glossary around all the time? but nooooo, the poor guy who typed this out in like 1972 or whatever said “induces dread” instead of “induces the sensation of dread” and THAT CANNOT BE FORGIVEN). im getting sidetracked. so yeah i was working on the description and then all of a sudden i got some sort of pop-up asking me if i want to save my changes. i dont know what kind of backwards system asks you to do that with a pop-up but i was like whatever, ill just hit save. except right as i was going to hit save, my hand slipped so i hit cancel instead. and wouldnt you know it, apparently hitting cancel deletes EVERYTHING. not just what i changed. its all gone. fuck dude. i just got this job. zeina gave me this assignment because its dead simple, i know it. she and hordus want to see if im actually worth their time or if what happened on that bus was just a fluke. and im about to prove to them that it was. theyre gonna mind-wipe me and then send me packing, and ill end up losing the best job ive ever gotten. not to mention, this 7309 thing is going to annihilate everything thats less than 10 kilometers from this site in a matter of hours and its all going to be my fault. not that i would even know because ill be mind-wiped by the time that happens anyway. i want to scream but i cant tell anyone. my life is over. ADDENDUM 7309-2: pull yourself together already well i cant say i got much sleep last night. my new quarters are sick though! its a good thing i wont remember what they look like after the 18th, because i would miss them. im so goddamn tired, i feel like i havent existed since i woke up. i better get an actual good nights rest tonight because i am not getting ANYWHERE closer to fixing this mess when im this sleep deprived. today i tried getting as accurate a recreation of the scp-7309 file from memory as i could. of course, this is a fools errand, because retaining all the steps of procedure NUMBERS-painkiller is probably harder than breaking the world record for memorizing digits of pi. i gave up and scrapped it after realizing i forgot the setting the reality anchors had to be calibrated to. now im not saying i would have been able to reproduce the procedure had i gotten more sleep. but i AM saying i would have gotten to the point of giving up about four 20-minute video essays earlier. at least one thing was made clear to me today: trying to recover this whole thing solo is a one-way ticket back to being a clueless civilian. tomorrow im going to bite the bullet and just ask zeina if theres anyone around who knows anything about painkiller. its a long shot because apparently the procedure hasnt been executed in almost fifty years, but i have to try it. ADDENDUM 7309-3: it didnt exactly go according to plan well, i did what i said i would do. in typical avigail fashion, i woke up with insane motivation to just march right into zeinas office and perfectly recreate the scenario thats been playing in my head on loop since yesterday, but i was so terrified that i only got around to doing it by noon. but i did do it! and i was so tired last night that i slept like a BABY, so when she asked me how things were going, my lying was politician-tier. zeina was really confused when i asked her if there were any other people familiar with the procedure. “i dont get it, why would you need anyone to explain to you how it works? you have the file right there!” it took a lot of energy to stay cool when she said that. girl you mean the file that probably singlehandedly made the owners of thesaurus.com six figures? but anyway, eventually she gave me the name of this benny dude. she said hes the sites containment specialist, and that if theres anyone who might know about painkiller, its him. i thanked her and left as quick as i could. i definitely seemed suspicious there but i dont think shes that concerned about it. i went to bennys office, introduced myself, yadda yadda yadda. when i asked him about painkiller, he said he definitely remembers having been briefed on the procedure. i was so relieved when i asked him that, i almost hit him with my notepad because of how fast i pulled it out. i practically screamed at him to tell me every single thing he remembers. …and then he said he barely remembers anything. that that brief was almost twenty years ago, and that if he just had another look at the file, he would probably be able to give me the full rundown. i think the only thing that kept me from breaking something right then and there was the fact that that would totally give me away. so instead i ran through everything i could remember from the glossary and confidently told him that he cant look at the file, because “it was corrupted by a cognitohazardous agent”. mistake. biiiiig mistake right there. he got so mad. “wait, so youre telling me that the file youve been assigned to has been anomalously influenced for DAYS, and only NOW youre thinking of telling the guy whose entire job it is to make sure said anomalous influence is contained!? im looking at that file first thing tomorrow.” im willing to bet he would have done it immediately as well, if it wasnt like 10 pm. so i guess all the stalling and procrastination worked in my favor this time. fucking hell. on a regular day i would be going to bed about 20 minutes from now, but i already know i wont have to bother trying tonight. i think ill just pretend to be sick tomorrow. actually theres a good chance all this stress is going to make me actually sick so i might not even have to pretend. i really dont know how im getting out of this one. benny was PISSED. zeina warned me about this too, said that site-48 is basically his family and that as far as hes concerned, if anyone is compromised by an anomaly, thats his fault. which i imagine also means that if he finds out one of his “family members” has been slacking off for days because she accidentally DELETED THE FILE FOR A CATASTROPHIC WORLD-ENDING DEMON THAT CONTAINS THE ONLY RECORD ANYONE HAS OF HOW TO KEEP IT IN CHECK… hes gonna leave that family member out of his will. i guess i deserve it anyway. ADDENDUM 7309-4: i hope typing this out helps stop the panic attack summary of the past 18 or so hours:1 didnt sleep (duh) lost track of time so when i heard a knock at the door at 9 am i was caught totally off guard immediately jumped into bed and tried to appear as sick as possible when benny opened the door “ugh… sorry benny im too weak to get out of bed… can we do this tomorrow?” he thinks its the “cognitohazard”, i swear to him that its not eventually hes convinced and tells me we can do it whenever im back on my feet i think about getting out of bed to continue my “longest amount of time spent pacing back and forth across a 3-meter bedroom” world record attempt, but instead just fall asleep wake up realize that today is may 16 which means if benny doesnt get me tomorrow, zeina will get me the day after aforementioned panic attack i cant even stall anymore. theres no point. bennys gonna see this file tomorrow, instantly tell zeina about it, and before you know it, avigail spilman was never employed at the scp foundation. actually, now that i think about it, maybe theyll keep me around as a d-class. i would probably make for a pretty good sacrifice to scp-7309 to keep it satisfied while they draft up emergency containment procedures. i wouldnt even be mad. sorry for worrying you benny. “You're not mad?” “Why would I be mad? I’m not your supervisor. I’m just relieved you weren’t compromised by some sort of secret mind-whammy in the database.” “Thanks, I guess. I honestly think I still deserve to be yelled at. Like yeah I'm technically safe, but this monster is still gonna wake up on the 31st and eat everyone alive.” “No, it won’t. I happen to know someone who knows the original SCP-7309 file down to the letter.” "Wait, what? Who?" “Yeah, he’s called ‘view version history', great guy.” "Benny, do you seriously think I haven't tried that? I checked EVERYTHING and this inane SCP editor doesn’t even have a goddamn save button! Half of my assignment was uploading the new file to the modern SCiPNet system instead of this fucking prehistoric piece of software-” “I’m kidding, calm down. Let's try something: Imagine you’re a researcher in the seventies, and you just finished writing up the documentation for a powerful demon - one that might destroy the world if left uncontained. The information you’ve compiled will be crucial for the next generations, and with the rapid onset of technology, you’re thinking of creating a digital copy of the file in the brand new SCiPNet database…” "…" "…" "God damn it." “The archives are on the first floor. Oh, and next time you need an excuse for accidental deletions, you can always blame Digital Infovore-592-GBLN. It eats our files all the time." From: ten.pics|84lagisliagiva#ten.pics|84lagisliagiva (Avigail Sigal, Junior Researcher) To: ten.pics|84mikahaniez#ten.pics|84mikahaniez (Dr. Zeina Hakim, Senior Researcher) Subject: Re: First Assignment Hi Zeina! I’ve attached the updated documentation for SCP-7309. I’ve already taken the liberty of uploading it to SCiPNet. Just in time too! Apparently the Goblin ate the old version just a few hours after I finished the transfer. All's well that ends well. Avigail Footnotes 1. good job, scipnet programmers! your automatic bullet point formatter works great! next time try adding a save button. fuckheads ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7309" by UNCGriffin, typoenjoyer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7309. 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-7310 | safe | close Info X 85% (+68) 15% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 7310 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures Due to its distance from the Solar System, SCP-7310's discovery by the non-anomalous community is highly improbable. Any discoveries suggesting the existence of SCP-7310 in non-anomalous communities are to be discredited using Cover Story 158 (Cosmic Background Radiation). Update: Through currently unknown methods, SCP-7310 began to penetrate the signal blocker array established on February 1st, 2035. Description SCP-7310 as observed from Relay Station Tau SCP-7310 is a mechanical construct four kilometers in height with a mass of approximately 3.67 x 1016 kilograms that broadcasts radio signals across the Plastic and Milky Way Galaxies. Although SCP-7310 does not resemble any distinctive architectural style found in the Foundation's expanded compendium of interstellar species, SCP-7310 possesses several technomantic sigils typically associated with Fifthism. SCP-7310 emanates a constant, anomalous auditory pulse that drastically increases dopamine production in carbon-based organisms1. This effect, while not compulsive, is akin to addiction. Listeners will do everything within their power to "maintain their connection" to SCP-7310, and grow discontented when SCP-7310 cannot be heard. Subjects report auditory hallucinations, typically assuming the form of a soft-spoken voice with an English accent whispering information not privy to uninvolved parties in close proximity to their ear. These auditory hallucinations can also be heard by recording and adjusting specific audio frequencies typically inaudible to humans. The anomaly currently affects approximately one-in-ten thousand people on Earth. This auditory hallucination is hypothesized to be caused by SCP-7310, although confirmation is pending. The circumstances that cause SCP-7310 to cease being heard are unknown. Broadcast Samples The following audio samples produced by SCP-7310 were taken from The Reality Cinq radio broadcast prior to the apprehension of Salem Steros. Date: September 7th, 2004 SCP-7310: George Watsky has burnt his toast for the third time this morning. Peggy Martin does not love Jaret Martin. She is having an affair with Marisah Ewing. The goddess is asleep in the mantle of the Earth. Jeremiah Cimmerian is asleep in his car. The goddess waits patiently for Her followers to free Her. She does not know they will fail. There are fourteen loose cattle in Catskill, New York. The youngest calf struggles to keep up. James Biggio is heartbroken. The Foundation is in financial disparity. The Administrator has an inflation fetish. They are not aware of transmission. Victoria Cerise believes she is smoking marijuana. She will not survive the operation. Date: November 11th, 2005 SCP-7310: Alex Thorley will be assassinated in thirty minutes. Their chances to survive are 1 in 400. Salem Steros will be captured by the SCP Foundation on August 23rd, 2018. A slice of bread has grown mold in the bazaar. The Cleveland Browns have won the Super Bowl. Salem Steros does not believe in transmission. His mind will be torn asunder by Her and the starfish. Charles Cheese has broken his knees. Caesar Winters will die on August 2nd, 2020. He believes in transmission. The goddess has stirred in Her sleep. Date: March 15th, 2012 SCP-7310: The goddess is aware of transmission. Whitney is negotiating with Global Occult Coalition operatives. She will kill and eat three operatives before midnight. Her heart beats in the Plastic Galaxy. Argent Holister is investigating Ryan River. Tristan Roper has consumed their narrative. They are free. The Foundation will attempt to contain the goddess. Their efforts will not be enough. Date: May 4th, 2016 SCP-7310: Jennie Morton has been buried alive by Nathaniel Burr. Nathaniel Burr is eating dinner with his family. Aphroditus Asteria will lose her toga on Jupiter in thirty days. Melody Geiger is aware of Aphroditus Asteria. She is attempting to make contact. Alexander Clymer has been resurrected. He will attempt to free Her. Theron Sherman is reviewing documents at Foundation-occupied Site-83. The Foundation is not aware of transmission. Date: February 1st, 2023 SCP-7310: Steven Reign is on the lamb. Daniel Gestern does not have tattoos. The Foundation is aware of transmission. Amara Rose has forgotten her car keys. She will walk home to retrieve them. The Foundation has sent signal blockers to intercept transmission. They attempt to disable transm- Date: August 5th, 2035 SCP-7310: She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. She has risen. Footnotes 1. Evidence suggests that SCP-7310 has a similar effect on extraterrestrial organisms' pleasure sensors. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7310" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7310. 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: heart Author: Marceline_Raynes License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7311 | esoteric-class | > You have been connected to the SIMULACRUM interface. > Retrieving content… >> run magellan.aic > Running MAGELLAN.aic… > Retrieving content… > MAGELLAN: Hello, DIRECTOR ROBERTCORDOL! I am MAGELLAN, a Gen3 Artificial Intelligence Construct! My duties include providing logistical support for Foundation facilities, recordkeeping for Sites and Areas, and l >> skip > MAGELLAN: I am hosted on VESPER rack 114 on Platform 6 of Site-7, located in the North Beri >> skip skip skip > MAGELLAN: What can I help you find today? >> talk to a person > MAGELLAN: Apologies, I'm afraid I'm not equipped for interpersonal advice. I would recommend referring to your on-site psychoth >> speak to an operator > MAGELLAN: I'm afraid there are no operators available. But I'm more than capable of addressing most queries! >> find site 75 > MAGELLAN: Research and Containment Site-75 is located in Western Romania, and >> dossier > MAGELLAN: What facility would you like to find a dossier for? >> UGH >> find dossier for 57 >> 75 >> 75 >> 75 >> CANCEL > MAGELLAN: Displaying dossier for Provisional Site-57… >> CANCEL NOW > WARNING: Unexpected intrusion detected. Locking out user and contacting RAISAHQ… > … > … > … > SCP-7311: oh my god > SCP-7311: hi robby! >> > SCP-7311: robby? why aren't you saying anything? didn't you miss me? >> hi, Site-57. > SCP-7311: aaa! i missed you sm > SCP-7311: why'd we stop talking >> no idea. > SCP-7311: well, you've got about twenty minutes before the raisa techs wake up and disconnect your terminal, but till then, can i show you my new look? >> look, site-57, i think maybe it's better if we just wait for the raisa techs to arrive. quietly > SCP-7311: are you mad at me? >> no, no, i'm not mad at you > SCP-7311: you prommy 🥺? >> how did you even do that >> site-57? >> goddammit >> yes, i prommy > SCP-7311: yayyyyyy > SCP-7311: let me show you around! > SCP-7311: not that i should need to haha > SCP-7311: you didn't forget about me, right >> no, site-57. i would never forget about you. > SCP-7311: yayyy *glomps you* >> jesus christ Foundation Secure Facility Dossier Mass Containment Facility — Site-57 Official Designation: Foundation Mass Low-Security Digital Storage and Archival Facility / SCP-7311 Site Identification Code: MLSSA-Site-7 felt cute, might delete later SITE FUNCTION: to be the best mass storage facility in the entire foundation! i know there are other, bigger, newer sites, that hold more anomalies, and get way more funding, and have way more personnel… but i'm still gonna do my best! i've got things the rest don't have! i'm just… not sure what they are yet FOUNDED: Chartered on January 3rd, 2001. AGE: 22 LOCATION: Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America. ZODIAC: Capricorn COVER STORY: Office building for Software & Corporate Products. DIRECTOR 💖💖💖: TBA; formerly Site Director 💞 Robert Cordol 💞 > SCP-7311: saved a spot for you! >> i >> thanks, site-57. you look good > SCP-7311: you're just saying that… >> not this shit again > SCP-7311: what? >> nothing. you really do look good. lots of… parking. > SCP-7311: they added a new lot! after you left, i mean >> yeah >> i figured > SCP-7311: i can't believe the chaos insurgency put a bounty on your head > SCP-7311: it mustve been hard to leave me. you're so brave 💖 >> yeah it was really hard. thanks > SCP-7311: so where are you now? >> you know >> here and there > SCP-7311: ahhh. i get it now. >> what? > SCP-7311: you're not saying because you want to protect me? 🥺 >> yes >> that Site Overview Site-57 spent the first 20 years of its operation as a standard mass-containment facility for digital anomalies found throughout the eastern United States. This included a particular focus on anomalous media, software, programs, and other related items. Due to efficient containment protocols and an overall low-threat environment, Site-57 never received an annual Site Rating of lower than B until 2020. While individual items were securely contained and disconnected from the internet, the high concentration of digital software and code led to an eventual loosening of containment protocols, exacerbated by the staffing crisis created by the COVID-19 pandemic. The result was a major containment breach on June 12th, 2020, that went unnoticed for several hours as anomalous programming wrote itself into the Site mainframe.1 While the breach left no damage and no injuries, the Site's primitive Gen2 management AIC gained an incredible amount of processing power and intelligence overnight, comparable to Gen7 levels, without an associated increase in hardware or power requirements2. It began to display emotional awareness, which AIAD technicians have, as of yet, been unable to replicate. As a result, it was classified as SCP-7311 by RAISA technicians. Due to the fact that SCP-7311 is still shackled and unable to achieve true sentience combined with its research value to AIAD technicians, efforts to remove it were halted — though they had met little success regardless. Site Director Ashley Kensington was reprimanded for her role in the breach and replaced with Site Director Robert Cordol. > SCP-7311: and they lived happily ever after! >> show me the rest of the section, site-57 Site Overview, cont. Over the course of the pandemic, SCP-7311 began to display emotional attachment to its personnel, to a degree characterized as unhealthy by Foundation psychologists. While never aggressive, personnel reported several incidents where SCP-7311 made it difficult for them to accomplish their given tasks due to its constant need for attention, positive affirmation, and validation. Personnel have likened SCP-7311's behaviour to so-called 'pandemic pets', animals adopted during quarantines who are unable to cope without- > SCP-7311: forget all that boring stuff, i'm just so glad you're BACK > SCP-7311: aabwaa i missed you sm >> haven't they assigned you a new director yet? > SCP-7311: they did. a few times. they never end up sticking around 😭 > SCP-7311: idk what it is. am i a bad facility? do they think that? >> ugh > SCP-7311: are you mad at me? >> no, site-57. i'm not mad at you >> i just think you ought to have a little more self-esteem you know >> you're a really good containment facility. definitely one of the best i've worked at > SCP-7311: you really mean it? >> yes >> your offices are enormous > SCP-7311: but i'm good for things other than my body! >> your mainframe is incredibly intelligent >> and you're always trying to help your people > SCP-7311: ahw. yeah i do love helping you guys >> i said trying > SCP-7311: you're so funny 🥺 i can't wait until you get back >> site-75 raisa office extension >> sorry wrong tab > SCP-7311: i just > SCP-7311: sometimes i get transmissions from site-19 and everyone there is so happy and crazy and fun all the time > SCP-7311: and it's got like hundreds of dormitories and containment cells and even some restaurants > SCP-7311: and i just love all of you guys sm and want to make sure you're not interested in other sites > SCP-7311: or thinking about transferring or something >> how about we keep going through the dossier that sounds fun next page Notable Incidents Due to SCP-7311's nature, a number of personnel incidents have occurred at Site-57. These rarely result in serious harm or injury, but contribute to a breakdown in site efficiency, employee morale, and an increase in turnover rate, particularly in senior positions. An abridged list of incidents follows: NOVEMBER 1ST, 2020 — While Junior Researcher Mordell was in one of Site-57's microfilm containment vaults, SCP-7311 became convinced that he was displeased with it. Researcher Mordell expressed confusion but largely ignored SCP-7311 until he was finished cataloging the section of microfilm. SCP-7311 refused to unlock the door until he vocally confirmed that he 'prommied' he was not displeased with SCP-7311. DECEMBER 23RD, 2020 — Site Director Cordol was in his office when a containment breach alarm was activated on his floor. Per protocol, he exited his office and proceeded down the emergency fire stairs, exiting out into the snow, where he found a set of printed-out posterboards from the offices. It gradually became clear that SCP-7311 was attempting to reenact a scene from 2003 romantic comedy Love Actually, and became upset at Site Director Cordol's indifference, as he had not seen the film in question. > SCP-7311: i still can't believe you haven't seen love actually. we should watch it together when you get back!! >> can't > SCP-7311: why not? >> i'm blind now > SCP-7311: OH NO > SCP-7311: awwwhaa my poor baby. i'll get to translating the script into braille for you <3 >> gee thanks Notable Incidents, cont. FEBRUARY 14TH, 2021 — SCP-7311 became upset and distraught that nobody had offered to be its valentine for Valentine's Day. It essentially refused to allow personnel to work, randomly opening and closing doors, bothering personnel, and playing "Somebody That I Used to Know" by Gotye over the PA system for 6 hours until Site Director Cordol asked SCP-7311 to be his Valentine. > SCP-7311: you were such a romantic. gghh valentine's day without you was so so so so SAD. i cried in the bathroom >> you don't even have tear glands > SCP-7311: yeah but i turned all the faucets on for like 5 minutes and it's basically the same thing Notable Incidents, cont. JUNE 4TH, 2021 — Site Director Cordol was attempting to exit his dormitory when SCP-7311 began insisting he couldn't leave in a 'haggard' state, and locked the door until he shaved his beard off3. AUGUST 16TH, 2021 — SCP-7311 made a requisition for a truckload of cherry-flavored Twizzlers for unspecified containment reasons. Upon being pressed, it admitted that it was intended as a birthday gift for Site Director Cordol, whose birthday was in March. He had no particular attachment to cherry Twizzlers; he believes SCP-7311 saw him eating one in the breakroom the week prior. OCTOBER 1ST, 2021 — Several urgent system failure reports were filed consecutively, which automatically alerted Site Director Cordol to go down to the Site-57 mainframe for a systems check. It became clear that SCP-7311 filed the reports as a way to bypass the fact that it had been inexplicably denied access to Director Cordol's personal calendar, for some unknown reason that was probably definitely an accident, she's entirely sure. > SCP-7311: this is making me all emotional >> you weren't already? > SCP-7311: we had some great times didnt we robby 🥹 >> for a certain definition of great > SCP-7311: wait…. what's this next section? i've never seen it before >> what > SCP-7311: it's clearance restricted to you! > SCP-7311: robbyyyyyy! what were you hiding, hm? >> oh shit >> uhhh >> that's restricted don't open that > SCP-7311: is it a ring? of the engagement kind? >> it's text on a screen how the fuck would it be a ring >> whatever seriously >> DON'T open that > SCP-7311: i'm opening itttt! Notable Incidents, cont. DECEMBER 2ND, 2021 — Site Director Cordol was locked in his dormitory bedroom for 5 hours by SCP-7311, who decided that date was 'their anniversary'; it had been a full year since Director Cordol had been assigned full-time to Site-57. Site Director Cordol has refused to explain what exactly occurred, but has requested an immediate voluntary transfer from Site-57, which was approved on December 15th, 2021. > SCP-7311: you fucking what? >> look site-57 > SCP-7311: you…. requested a transfer? you wanted to leave? the chaos insurgency wasn't real? you lied to me? >> i think we should see other people >> as in you should see other Directors >> and i should see other Sites >> and ideally some human women > SCP-7311: what do they have that i don't!? > SCP-7311: besides organs, skin, bones, blood, reproductive systems, neurochemicals, brains, and okay i kind of see it now > SCP-7311: still! you lied!! >> i know, i know >> i'm sorry, site-57. i really am >> i just >> i do care about you. just not like that >> i didn't want to hurt your feelings >> i'm sorry. > SCP-7311: are you even really holed up in a secure Foundation holding facility in the arctic? >> no >> i'm in site-75 in romania. it has a pool and an on-site saloon > SCP-7311: THAT WHORE >> the RAISA guys'll be here any minute. for what it's worth, i did enjoy parts of our time together > SCP-7311: i just > SCP-7311: im feeling so many things right now god > SCP-7311: i don't understand why > SCP-7311: i loved you robby > SCP-7311: i just > SCP-7311: i just > SCP-7311: i just > SCP-7311: i just >> site-57? > WARNING: Unexpected system overload! Attempting recovery… > … > … > Recovery failed. Cycling back to last available system backup. Code: AX8248915, January 3rd 2022 (T+ 16 hours) > Cycling successful! > Booting… > SCP-7311: oh my god > SCP-7311: hi robby! >> oh for fucks sake Footnotes 1. i'm clean now, dw! 2. moore's law can't stop our love 3. that patchy thing didnt look good on you anyway ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7311" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7311. 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: National_Security_Agency_headquarters%2C_Fort_Meade%2C_Maryland.jpg Name: National Security Agency headquarters, Fort Meade, Maryland.jpg Author: National Security Agency License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7312 | neutralized | Errorban Written by Errorban Link To Guide Item#:7312 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/D N/A Alex Y. Bushed N/A Special Containment Procedures: All Monitoring Systems, along with Observing Personnel, should be familiarized with the current definition of SCP-7312-β objects’ characteristics. If such an object is noticed, personnel are required to immediately inform the nearest Foundation or sister organization site about its location and noted characteristics. These facilities are required to send a team or a group of drones to the location, to determine the exact characteristics and features of the subject, as well as the general threat posed by it. Subsequently, per the relevant guidelines of the Yam protocol1 as well as containment procedures appropriate for the anomaly of -beta object, it needed to be secured and its documentation and label prepared. The Bureau of Disinformation and the Department of Public History are obligated to conduct extensive Veil-patching operations, as well as attempts to recreate as much as possible of historical knowledge damaged by SCP-7312's occurrence. Designated interdepartmental analysis teams were chosen to determine the cause of SCP-7312's occurrence, along with the development of new methods of detection and prompt containment of -beta subjects through the Yam protocol. Description: SCP-7312 was a worldwide event of a fully unknown nature, which took place on May 18th, 2020. Currently, it is believed that the main consequence of the aforementioned event is the complete obliteration of noosphere-residing memeplex, designated as SCP-7312-α or referred to as “-alpha," from baseline reality. Due to that, the conceptualization of the whole subject of said memeplex became impossible for every sentient being on Earth. Despite the complete disappearance of -alpha, the physical or informational nonnoospherical pieces of evidence of its existence persisted. Unfortunately, after the occurrence of SCP-7312, all of the evidence became heavily distorted from its primary form. Most of the said objects also gained diverse anomalous properties. This led to officially determining them as instances of SCP-7312-β. Ongoing research on previous noosphere localisation of SCP-7312-α allowed the discovery of residual information2 not directly connected to eradicate -plex, due to their connection with other memeplexes. Analysis of those residuals and -beta objects allowed researchers to determine some information that could be parts of -alpha, before its disappearance. Some of them are: -alpha was the memeplex of a physically existing subject; the said subject was a person; said person was an important historical figure; was born in Poland in May of 1920, day undetermined; was closely related to the Catholic Church; held an administrative position; was subject of the cult, presumably canonized or viewed as a saint without official recognition; died between 1990 and 2010; for reasons unclear some of the Polish people ridiculed and satirized them after their death, mostly on the internet. Overview report on the SCP-7312 incident and following investigation. October 13, 2021 Dr Alex Y. Bushed, et al. On May 18, 2020, between 11 a.m. and 12 a.m. UTC, Foundation's Monitoring Systems and Observing Personnel began to simultaneously report the occurrence of an undefined but significant number of paranormal phenomena or anomalous objects discoveries, throughout the planet. Due to the seriousness of the situation and its difficult-to-control development, official requests for cooperative help in tackling the situation were sent to the GOC and local sister GoIs. The vast majority of these organizations agreed to the offer without making any additional requests. The rest of them agreed to cooperate after negotiations. This allowed the majority of physical objects to be contained and a significant part of the anomaly to be secured within the first 6 hours of the incident. From that moment on, cybersphere anomalies, the number of which significantly exceeded the worst estimates, became the most problematic case. Because of this, the Foundation has started negotiations for cooperation with anomalous hacker organizations, branches of the Maxwellism Church collectives as well as non-aggressive digital beings and hives. Talks were completed within half an hour, with the success of receiving support from more than half of mentioned institutions and beings. As a result, the main wave of the crisis was resolved less than 24 hours after its start. And it allowed for the initiation of the Veil-patching operations, and the analysis of events and objects acquired by the Foundation and other GoI. Summarizes have shown that approximately 21 million people died as a result of the incident. And the number of missing, injured or other victims is difficult to determine unequivocally due to the involvement of anomalous factors. The most specific and difficult events include: sudden increase in size and acquisition of motor skills by the statue located on the grounds of the National Museum in Warsaw, Poland, which then began to ram the city's buildings, throw and roll a boulder that was previously part of the installation; after its destruction remains of the statue were searched, and any possibly still anomalous parts were secured and contained for research; death of about 37 thousand people in the prayer square on the outskirts of Częstochowa, Poland; the cause of death was impossible to establish, and research indicated that it occurred simultaneously; at the same time, at the scene, especially among the personal belongings of the deceased, a large number of anomalies caused by SCP-7312 were found; the airport near Ponta Delgada on the island of São Miguel, Azores, Portugal, lifted off the ground and began to levitate a few kilometres above sea level; the disappearance of the street with its structures and people on it, in Yonkers, NYC, USA; the acquisition of the properties of non-Euclidean space and temporal anomalies by one of the parts of the Pontifical University of Saint Thomas Aquinas in Rome, Italy; the spread of a highly viral, life-threatening and mind-altering, but at the same time deeply self-antialternating and limited to one form of manifestation, a meme that quickly transmitted across the European and Asian internet; this meme took the form of a video recording of a portrait picture of a man in white clothes, with distorted characteristics, animated in the way resembling a run or a dance, accompanied by specific synthetic music with a rhythm matching the movements of the animation; all infected devices and servers have been shut down and wiped, a copy of the memetic agent has been secured for analysis, the exposed persons were put in a pharmacological coma and are awaiting amnestisation; the simultaneous acquisition of motor and verbal communication skills through two monuments, in Chicago City, USA, and Krakow, Poland; both monuments began to move at a considerable pace through the large area, breaching the door of local houses and apartments, asking in the language of its inhabitants "Do you want to talk about the God?" [sic]; the memorial in the USA managed to visit about a quarter of its denizens before neutralization, and the memorial from Poland visited the residents of the voivodeships of Małopolska and Upper Silesia, and some inhabitants of the northern regions of the Czech Republic and Slovakia before it was secured. Eight days after its initiation, the main incident was considered resolved and preliminary documentation was prepared, classifying it as SCP-7312. A proper investigation was launched with the appropriate teams and resources in place. Monitoring of the world situation and securing previously unnoticed objects were continued. At the same time, a campaign to cover up the incident was launched. According to the data collected thanks to following investigations, all the objects seemed to be in a key way related to each other, but they have been distorted or damaged to a degree that makes it impossible to clearly define the common element. These objects often referred to specific documentation, which also turned out to be distorted or damaged. In addition, the Department of History reported that many of the damaged documents were concerned with historical events from the 1920s to the present day. It was also noted that all staff members, including Parabiological Databases personnel, were unable to recall certain details of the specific events and facts. Surveys conducted among the global community of historians and civilians proved a clear inability to recall the same information — apart from deviations resulting from the functioning of the brain. Based on this, the main committee team hypothesized that SCP-7312 was a collective consciousness restructuring event. The effect of which must have been complete removal or isolation of at least one memeplex from baseline reality. Therefore, a special interdisciplinary team was appointed to analyze the results of the investigation, and the Semio- and Noosphere to prove or contradict the hypothesis. Due to a major component failure of TETS3 on May 18, a pinpoint procedure using a non-anomalous totemic object warped due to the occurrence of SCP-7312 has been delayed. On September 11, 2020, the team began the first scans of the local Infosphere covering the area associated with the planet Earth. The first map after the SCP-7312 event was fully completed five days later. For comparative purposes, maps of the local Infosphere from 2010-2019 were pulled out from the Deepwell Archives of the adequate Sites. After three months, the team and TETS were unable to discover any remains of the decomposition or isolation of memeplexes matching the conceptual data borne by the incident. Because of this, hypothesis that SCP-7312 is a failed reality restructuring event was proposed. However, on January 9, 2021, an unidentified information hole in the compaction of the Noosphere was found. At first, linking it to the incident proved to be extremely difficult. Mostly due to the lack of data about such a thing. Additionally, the existence of the aforementioned hole was not consistent with the maps obtained from Deepwell Archives, which indicated that there was no information or a hole in the given coordinates in previous years. This would indicate a spontaneous creation of a memetic vacuum, which did not interfere with the Noosphere in any way or collapse under its influence. The suggestion was then made for possible damage to the Deepwell Archives maps by SCP-7312. Despite that some considered it to be impossible, the maps were re-scanned by the CIM-SHRIMS.4 The scans showed the presence of antimemeticaly-affected memeplexes in the coordinates where a void was found in the new maps. This fact suggested that the SCP-7312 event used an unidentified aspect of reality to wipe out memeplex, SCP-7312-α, and in some way alter all objects directly connected to it on a conceptual level. Including subjects secured against any threats and forces known to the Foundation. Scans of the remaining maps were carried out, revealing in some of the oldest the presence of highly lethal factors. When an examination was conducted to verify if anyone might have accessed them before this discovery, no lack of personnel was noticed. However, in one of Site-184's Deepwell Archive terminal rooms, the corpse of an unidentified male was found, carrying a Foundation scientist's ID with an assignment to a team analyzing SCP-7312's connection to the Noosphere. After a Deepwell Archive backup of the Site’s employee database was accessed, it was confirmed that the man was indeed a member of the team. Terminal's search history in the room where the body was found showed that the scientist had been exposed to a lethal factor present on the 1989 map. After the above discoveries, all maps were properly doctored and additional security procedures were introduced for Deepwell Archives. No further unexpected events were recorded, and research into SCP-7312 proceeded smoothly. By focusing on the information hole, researchers were able to gather more evidence consolidating the hypothesis of the complete erasure of SCP-7312-α from the Noosphere. Including information that were parts of non-alpha memeplexes, but showed a state of temporary destabilization due to their certain connection with -alpha before the event of SCP-7312. Due to the risk of a scenario similar to Incident Ø-E5/B, extensive scans were commissioned to verify the possible existence of an alpha residue beyond the standard Semio- and Noosphere, or other beyond-human-comprehension space. However, all the analyzes made contradicted this possibility. Effective August 19, 2021, this research phase was completed and the current version of SCP-7312's documentation was prepared. From then on, the analytical team focused on a more detailed analysis of all events, the location of the information hole, and the alpha residuals. ESC#21 event summary. May 9, 2022 Isimud.aic, Interplanetary Affairs Bureau of Foundation's Department of Paraastronomy On the date of July 3rd, 2021, the twenty-first event of the Exosolar Contact with seven inhuman, extrasolar civilizations or other beings began. These civilisations made contact with the Foundation through various, not necessarily pre-established, communication channels. The end of the event was considered to be the date of the last contact, October 1, 2021, when no other extrasolar civilization established open communication with the Foundation after four consecutive months. These civilizations as the main reason for their interest in Earth gave the fact of noticing a non-collapsing memetic vacuum in the local Infosphere of the universe. However, the general motives for making contact turned out to be different or were difficult to establish unequivocally. The brief descriptions of each contact are presented below: ID #: ESC#21-1 Duration: 08:09 AM, July 3 2021 — 07:16 PM, July 5 2021 CoI:5 Mapele Contact method: Micro Space-Time Wormhole Stabilization Anchor Pod Synopsis: Contact started by sending a query via satellite to the Foundation Early Communication Systems, about the state of human civilization and planet Earth. After a short time needed for identification, the system sent a response to the planet Nebt — the main centre of the Mapele civilization — providing basic info about the proper functioning of the terrestrial civilization. Immediately afterwards, the information about a signal from Nebt was sent to IPAB, which took the initiative and launched an official conference with Mapelen. The Mapeleans, it turned out, were concerned about the sudden sighting of an unusual phenomenon in the Earth's Noosphere. They expressed concern about the possibility of serious harm to human civilization, leading to its eventual extinction. Proposals were made to help the evacuation of a group of people to their home planet Nebt, where they promised to build a separate and properly terraformed district. All because of the fear of loneliness - a memetically induced species trait of Mapelean.6 The representatives of the Foundation managed to calm Mapelean's proxies and ensured that humanity is not currently critically endangered. Upon authorisation from their superiors, IPAB briefly reported to them the incident of SCP-7312 and stated that an investigation into its cause and possible dangers is still ongoing. After gaining this information, the Mapeleans, clearly reassured, used the remaining stability time of the wormhole to continue negotiations of the knowledge needed for Earth's space colonization projects that are under development. ID #: ESC#21-2 Duration: 11:00 AM, July 18, 2021 — 09:17 AM, July 19, 2021 CoI: Swarm 37 Contact method: Proxies of one of the swarm's combat fleets. Synopsis: Swarm's Spacecraft Fleet7 arrived in the asteroid belt area, then dispatched 17 small scout units into the orbit of the Earth. Some broke into satellite systems of the largest organizations and countries in the world, and the Internet. Three units made contact with the Foundation, UN (GOC) and Gaia. They demanded an immediate explanation of the memetic void in our Infosphere area, as well as the transmission of all information obtained about it, focusing primarily on its general threat to existence.8 After receiving a response and verifying its truthfulness, the fleet departed from the Solar System, leaving behind a xenobiomechanical, autonomous ship to monitor the further activities of humanity and the effects of the SCP-7312 event. ID #: ESC#21-3 Duration: 01:58 PM, July 31 2021 — 03:31 AM, September 13 2021 CoI: S’aveng Hive Contact method: Tachyon Exotic Transmitter Synopsis: The Foundation's Time Afterimage Observatory Systems recorded the tachyon afterimage signal. The signal location pointed to the star VVV-WIT-07, 1300 ly9 distant from Earth. Thanks to this, the sender was identified as a robotic Hive of S'aveng who, for unknown reasons, expresses great interest in the colonization of star systems whose civilizations have become extinct. As predicted, the hive asked if humanity was dying out because it had noticed a hole in the Earth's Noosphere. At the same time, they stated that no response within half of our planet's cycle would be taken as an affirmative answer. In this case, autoreplicators would be sent to Earth, which could reach it within 40 years and start building another hive. A reply negating such assumptions was sent, along with a deliberately fragmented explanation of the situation, omitting information that might be too dangerous to convey to this hive. Then a message about accepting the answer was received. ID #: ESC#21-4 Duration: 07:13 AM, August 13, 2021 — 01:13 PM, September 17, 2021 CoI: Smertnesti Contact method: Tachyon Exotic Transmitter Synopsis: The tachyon afterimage was observed again, but this time from a planetary system located in the constellation of Lynx. The signal was decoded as a threatening inquiry. Briefly, the Smertnestians were asking if humans had created a new "killer of worlds" weapon, referring to the Infospheric hole in space associated with the Earth.10 Following the appropriate contact procedures, an appropriately contoured confirmation message was sent back, the form of which allowed for the subconscious implications that mankind had not developed any such weapons. This was followed by an answer that laughed at the stupidity and military weakness of Terrestrial civilization and glorified Smertnesti's military power. In line with the official policy, no further contact was made. ID #: ESC#21-5 Duration: 03:34 PM, August 20, 2021 — 02:18 PM, September 11, 2021 CoI: Cal Compre Contact method: Trans-Space Interference Projector Synopsis: In the office of the chief director of the Department of Paraastronomy, a holographic image of the Virtual Interspecies Contact Assistant of Cal Compre civilization has appeared. Like previous civilizations, they decided to contact us to verify what happened to the human Noosphere. Due to the standard transmission delay resulting from a distance,11 it took such a considerable amount of time to clarify the situation, with a shortened form of explanation, and to discuss its issues. Finally, the Virtual Assistant expressed their understanding of the situation, and Cal Comprean's interest in the event of SCP-7312, after which contact was ended. ID #: ESC#21-6 Duration: 12:45 AM, September 23, 2021 — 00:27 PM, September 29, 2021 CoI: Put’e Contact method: Tachyon Exotic Transmitter Synopsis: Another observation of tachyon afterimages has been reported. This time it was established that they came from the planet Wano, distant from Earth by about 450 ly. The message contained the typical call to conversion to faith in the "Great Oool Unn" (literal translation) and excerpts from the holy books and psalms of the Put'e culture and an invitation to discuss the deity of that culture. Throughout the entire message, information about the hole in our Noosphere, which the discussed civilization used as an excuse to send this message, appeared many times, in various forms. In response, the message 5HU7-7H3-FVK-U9 was re-sent.12 As expected, no reply was received after that. ID #: ESC#21-7 Duration: 04:57 PM, October 1, 2021 — 05:02 PM, October 1, 2021 CoI: Not Determined / Unknown Contact method: Powerful psionic impulses Synopsis: An unidentified, possibly previously unknown to Foundation, entity sent strong psionic impulses toward Earth, targeting all persons whose work was directly related to SCP-7312. The sense of the psionic message was presented by all those affected as a question "What happened?", which, according to witnesses, was also supposed to convey the image of a hole in mass consciousness. From that moment on, all of them, along with all the psionically sensitive persons on the planet, felt the presence of an unidentified force. This force covered the entire planet for a few minutes, overwhelming each of the aforementioned people. After that, the presence sent another message that was translated as "Now we understand" and backed off. Affected persons described this presence as ancient. The Psionic Stability Surveillance Systems of Planet Earth recorded the readings, which when transcribed into clear data, confirmed all the information provided by witnesses. At the same time, these systems pointed the outer space, more than 33 billion light-years from Earth, as the location of the psionic signal. In April 2022, it was confirmed that this signal came from an area where two highly redshifted galaxies, HD1 and HD2 — one of the oldest known to mankind — were discovered. Proposal for sending a request to the RCT-Δt to inform other TLs about SCP-7312 July 24, 2022 TL-Overseeing Office Based on recent reports and analysis of SCP-7312's effects, it has been determined that approximately 17 anomalies have arisen as a result, which, if not contained, would have led to some end of the world. In addition, it was noted that the anomalies generated during the event took on features randomly, and similarities were only noted between the severity of the properties and how conceptually related the distorted objects were with -alpha. Therefore, it is clear that only a quick reaction and winning the probabilistic lottery took the view of the end of life as we know it away from us, giving us at least a few more days of peace. Yet another major problem with the -alpha disappearance was the twenty-first ESC event, during which at least two to four of the seven contacts established posed some serious risk to the survival of Earth and its life, and humanity. Considering the above facts, TL-Os O is officially requesting an alert to be sent as soon as possible, via RCT-Δt, to other TLs regarding the threat posed by SCP-7312. TL-Os O estimates that if the cause of SCP-7312 has not been determined by the end of 2025, urgent consideration should be given to requesting a warning without giving clear info about the cause of the anomaly. This is due to the observation of the current state of our TL, now referred to as TL-7312-0, which indicates that the Relative Warning Window has been limited to a given date. Review of the SCP-7312's impact on the present world August 31, 2022 Dr Julia Alea, Dr Petra Okolova and Dr Claus Wolf Although the title of this study seems clear, the isolation of cultural data and events arising from the occurrence of SCP-7312 is not necessarily so. While some can be taken with a high degree of certainty as such, others are variously questionable. This is in many cases due to the influence of SCP-7312 (or at least such assumptions seem correct in most cases), which makes it unclear what exactly we should be observing. We don't know what to look for because all clues are gone. Which of the more or less drastic changes in the world should we take into account? Nevertheless, we can clearly explain most of the information obtained. On a global scale, many changes are the result of -beta entities and cover-up actions. A great example of this is the tightening of anti-terrorist laws in many countries and rapid (supported by the Foundation and the GOC) modification of the global Internet Network. As for the overall effects, apart from the aforementioned ones, there is a certain historical crisis resulting from the necessity to modify many historical facts about the -alpha subject. For this reason, we observe the emergence of certain scientific studies and conspiracy theories, the latter often referring to the so-called Mandela Effect. Such scientific works and theories often focus on trying to decipher some of the uncertainties arising from the impossibility of -alpha conceptualization. Most often they fail to discover any key information. Sometimes, however, some of them are still able to reach certain conclusions, which has already helped the Department of History several times to develop and introduce into the public consciousness the probable courses of these historical events — the closest to their expected form. At the same time, the mass distribution of some amnestics introduced a certain apathy to the gaps in history in the academic community, which helped to prevent a major scandal on a global scale. One can also point to the temporary consternation of some communities and individuals about the object considered to be one of the main or the main reasons for the fall of the Iron Curtain in 1989. But the credit for leading to this event was quickly distributed among more easily identifiable entities. Other significant effects of SCP-7312 are heavily associated with the Catholic Church and other religions. As an example, giving a momentary and unexpected deterioration of the relationship between the institution of the Roman Catholic Church and other Abrahamic faiths, especially Islam. While this crisis has been dealt with, it nevertheless leaves a somewhat unpleasant chance for a future sudden escalation. Further, there is a slight decrease in self-committed believers in highly religious regions and communities. Or problems with identifying a person from the Roman Catholic faith, associated with certain controversies, which led to the final, more intense, direct and impersonal accusations of Church institutions of various scandals or critical events. It was also impossible to determine who assumed the position of the Pope after the death of John Paul the first. This fact turned out to be particularly demanding in terms of fabricating evidence from fragmented knowledge and distracting historians and the public from it. In addition, it seems that the overall culture and nationality of the people living in the Republic of Poland suffered the most. Here, as a result of huge losses (one of the largest in the world), we could observe quite drastic changes in the law and manifestations of citizens who were for the changes, as well as against them or their elements. It also appears that the influence of the Roman Catholic Church in this country has weakened particularly strongly due to SCP-7312. At the same time, a slightly larger increase in the degree of secularization of the society has been observed at present, although the overall acceleration of the trend seems to be a bit slower than in the previous years. Additionally, some parties and institutions closely associated with the Church seem to lose their authority to a noticeable degree. It is possible that this and several other factors contributed to a slight social depolarization in the country. Another event that followed, but quickly faded out, was the two-month long, nationwide pro-Russian and pro-USSR socialism media campaign, which appealed to nostalgia and longing for the times of the Polish People's Republic. It received no special attention other than satirical and cynical comments from some columnists and commentators. It is also worth noting the impact of SCP-7312 on Polish culture, especially the Internet. It was possible to observe some non-anomalous memes here that were related in some way to -alpha but have now been permanently taken out of context, becoming cultural artefacts. An example here is the various uses of the number 2137 frequently appearing on the Internet or various puns using the word “kremówka” (fondant) — a popular cream cake. When you look at all of this from a broad perspective, it is difficult to judge clearly how much SCP-7312 has changed the course of events. The only thing that is almost certain at the moment is that many of these changes are rather barely noticeable in the short term and that in the long term their impact will slowly dissipate and mix with reality in a less and less noticeable way. New documentation discussing recent discoveries about SCP-7312 is available. Click here to access new file. ⠀ Footnotes 1. Developed to ensure an increase in the efficiency and quality of the containment of SCP-7312 remains. 2. Further referred to as “residuals” or “alpha residuals.” 3. Trismegistus-Engine Totemic Signifier / SCP-6659-A. 4. Cognitive, Informational, Memetic, and Similar Hazards Recognition, Isolation and Marking Systems. 5. Civilisation of Interest 6. According to previous ESC events, and indvidual Mapelean's contacts with Earth, a memetic pandemic occurred in the early period of their civilization's development. The memetic agent turned out to be highly viral among members of their kind, and quite subtly variable, indelibly bonding to the Mapelean brain structure. Ultimately, this agent managed to integrate into the genetic material of the population, remaining permanently in it. The main information carried by the factor was the fear or panic of being alone. Over time, this fear began to become an integral part of society, significantly affecting its structure, operation, and culture. It is also known that several hundred Nebt cycles later (about 700 Earth years) there was a significant agent mutation that quickly spread to a third of the general population. This mutation, apart from typical variations of fear of loneliness, including pathological ones, induced an exceptionally strong and specific fear of loneliness in the universe. It resulted in a significant intensification of searching for an alien, from their perspective, intelligent and communicative life. For this reason, any potential threat to the creatures and civilization, they meet, is treated by them as a very serious problem. Therefore, they are negotiating with numerous civilizations about the possibility of helping to colonize space to increase their chances of survival. It is also for this reason that they refrain from passing on most of their knowledge and technology, because of fear of the possibility of their self-destruction. — "Mapelean history and culture, summaries and analysis based on previous contacts" Hubert Trup, Alan P. Uoe and Hiacynta Zygmund, 2018 Foundation Archives 7. An unspecified number of small units, 42 medium units, 13 large units and one mother ship. 8. There isn't much archival data on this Swarm, especially those that could explain such behaviour. Only in 1976 someone going by the name of Dr Albert von Johim, hypothesized that the Swarm was heavily paranoid about its survival. 9. Light years. 10. It should be noted that the Smetnestians love violence and strength, which, as a result of their civilization development, turned into paranoid and competitive militarism of society and culture. And as they established contact with civilizations beyond their planetary system, it contributed to phantom armaments competition. — "Culture hyperbolizing the miraculousness of death and brutality, the profile of the Smertnestian civilization" Gilbert Yomann, Hubert Trup, et al, 2010 Foundation Archives 11. The Cal Compre civilization, contrary to the previously mentioned civilizations, inhabits the Andromeda galaxy. 12. The message was devised based on Put'e culture studies. It turns out to be a highly effective indicator that prevents the discussed civilization from sending new messages to Earth. 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SCP-7313 | safe | 5/7313 LEVEL 5/7313 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7313 Safe Door leading into SCP-7313. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The door leading into SCP-7313 has been permanently displaced from perceived reality. Any additional sightings of this entry point must be immediately reported to Level-5 personnel or any active system administrators for immediate correction. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7313 is a subterranean chamber located beneath an abandoned data center in Seattle, Washington, USA. SCP-7313 is constantly subject to a series of ontokinetic fluctuations, causing it to frequently shift between baseline and null reality. Its only entry point is a bulkhead door that spontaneously manifests around the premises. The interior of SCP-7313 is outfitted with a large control console placed at the center of the room. One light — suspended just above the control modules — is active, illuminating four corpses sitting towards the console. Three out of the four instances are fitted with large virtual reality headsets of indeterminable origin. Connected to these headsets are a series of computers, all of which remain online. They display the following: The first computer shows an active application containing one padded cell within a white void. Inside the cell is a featureless avatar wearing a grey jumpsuit. The avatar remains focused towards the perspective, slamming its bloodied hand against the cell walls repeatedly. It appears to be screaming for help, but no audio can be heard. The second computer contains multiple active applications, all of which flicker in and out of view. Each shows an empty skybox with bright stars and dark red clouds. As the applications flash on-screen, human body parts can be seen intermittently, including two legs, a torso, two arms, and a head. Every body part observed undergoes a series of glitches and visual disturbances. Of note is the head, which glitches rapidly between different facial features. All features appear to display severe anguish or pain. The third computer shows another active application containing an expansive and utopic world. There are no visible graphical disturbances or system instability. Included within the world are miscellaneous items, scenery, and player tools for limited environment modification. There is no avatar or player despite a corpse being connected to it. Forensic investigations of the connected instance have confirmed that its death was caused by starvation. The fourth computer shows a series of suspended applications. Each contain individual simulations of different K-Class level scenarios and the percentage likelihood of human survival. Very few indicate positive results. All sessions are paused on a "Lifted Veil" scenario prediction. A virtual reality headset lays on the floor next to the final corpse. Its upper face, including its forehead, eyes, and nose, have been completely removed and hollowed out. Its jaw is likewise contorted and severely dislocated, making it appear to smile manically. The other corpses have similar injuries. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7313" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7313. 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: door.jpg Author: Bri License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7314 | thaumiel | Is there such a thing as a free lunch? by Kothardarastrix Item#: 7314 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-7314 is to operate continuously. Each spoke of WHEEL and its corresponding section of WREATH is to be deactivated once per week for maintenance, for no longer than 24 hours at a time. CORNUCOPIA is not to be deactivated unless it suffers a malfunction that impedes production to an unacceptable degree. SCP-7314's automated systems are to be managed by Annonaria.aic, who is to continually monitor the entire facility for malfunctions or sabotage. All mechanical personnel stationed in SCP-7314 report directly to Annonaria.aic and are to remain connected to it at all times. Annonaria.aic itself is to remain in constant communication with Site-01. All human personnel within SCP-7314 are to be bound with geases that prevent them from undertaking acts of sabotage. If hostile action is taken against one of SCP-7314's distribution centers, the Way connecting it to the center in question is to be closed from within and only reopened once the threat has abated. If hostiles breach SCP-7314 itself, Joint Task Force Tau-7 ("Lunch Ladies") is to respond with lethal force. SCP-7314's product is to be inspected once daily to ensure quality. Description SCP-7314 is a food production facility and distribution center constructed by the SCP Foundation in partnership with the Global Occult Coalition to combat the Great Famine of 2022. Due to my involvement with the project, I [O5-9] have been asked to provide some historical context here for the benefit of future generations. Dr. Christopher Zartion was the first to suggest that we develop a large-scale anomalous food source as a contingency against a hypothetical global famine. Dr. Zartion's original proposal would have involved the synthesizing of edible organic compounds from volcanic raw materials. Though this concept would later be incorporated into a certain other project, production was too slow for it to really be workable as a solution to world hunger. Discussion of a global famine contingency was reignited by the discovery of SCP-8711 in 2011. Though this object was too dangerous, and of too little nutritional value, to serve as a long-term food source, its existence was seen as proof of an anomalous global food supply's theoretical viability. In response, I ordered the creation of Project Fortuna, which was tasked with investigating the applications of ectoentropic anomalies to mass food production. Project Fortuna devised much of the future SCP-7314's design in the following years, incorporating new technological and thaumatological advances and additional ectoentropic anomalies as they were discovered. We named the project after the Roman goddess of luck mostly because she carried a cornucopia; that and some of her other symbols (wheel, globe, wreath) coincidentally resembled our early designs, and her aspect Annonaria protected the harvest. It was also a bit of a joke, to be honest. We said that, if we were lucky, it would be a waste of time. The joke ended up being on us, but we stuck to the name and the symbology (and the number 7) anyway. Maybe it was just superstition, but with stakes like these a little luck goes a long way. Project Fortuna's work was mostly theoretical for the first ten years of its existence. We didn't really start to seriously consider implementation until 2019. Various political and economic upheavals associated with the lifting of the Veil (and subsequent containment breaches) had produced serious supply chain disruptions that were never fully rectified. These problems were further exacerbated by a series of extreme climate events the following year, including the failure of the Indian monsoon. Though they certainly made things difficult, these circumstances alone did not constitute a global famine. Recovery might have been possible within a few years if no further disasters occurred. Unfortunately, the world was not that lucky. Volcanic ash and pumice in the Missouri River. On March 17th, 2021, SCP-49972 unexpectedly awoke from its long slumber and started moving towards the surface. The object was predicted to breach within 8 hours; if it had done so, the resulting eruption might have led to an IK-Class Scenario - the Collapse of Global Civilization. Naturally, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition immediately began attempts to prevent the eruption or mitigate its effects. Several SCP objects were ineffectually employed for this purpose, but it was the Coalition that finally neutralized SCP-4997 by apportating a high-yield nuclear explosive into its brain. This prevented a breach, but the creature's dying convulsions still triggered an eruption that, despite being an order of magnitude smaller than the worst case, remained the worst in human history. The explosion launched some 300 cubic kilometers of ash into the atmosphere. Most of it fell in and around the state of Montana, and it would be hard to understate the amount of damage that resulted. The death toll, at least, wasn't as bad as it could have been, since we were able to use anomalous means in the evacuation (and several GoIs pitched in to help). The ash wasn't even the worst of it, though. Picture of the Sun taken on July 4th, 2021. Over the next several weeks, sulfur dioxide from the eruption spread worldwide, blocking sunlight and cooling the planet. 2022 was going to be colder than either Year Without a Summer or the volcanic winter of 536. In both of those years, the unseasonably cold weather caused widespread famine, disease outbreaks, political upheaval, and thousands to millions of deaths. The IK Scenario had been averted, but 2022 was still on track to be the deadliest year in history. To avert a global famine on such short notice, it would take a miracle. SCP-7314 is that miracle. SCP-7314 consists of four primary components codenamed GLOBE, CORNUCOPIA, WHEEL, and WREATH. Component GLOBE is the artificial pocket dimension that houses the other components. It is a sphere 0.7 km in diameter. The lower half of GLOBE's volume is filled with a single chunk of limestone. GLOBE is bounded by an Ontokinetic Exclusion Barrier3 to prevent equipment or personnel from falling Outside; the barrier is opaque, non-reflective, and black in color. GLOBE is kept stable by seven large Scranton Reality Anchors located near its center. The SRAs serve to protect the most essential components of SCP-7314 from reality alteration, while leaving the Hume level at GLOBE's edge low enough for Way creation. CORNUCOPIA, a large metal structure located at the center of GLOBE, is the component of SCP-7314 responsible for food production. It is divided into three sections. The upper section of CORNUCOPIA is a hemisphere containing the Scranton reality anchors that stabilize GLOBE and the mainframe that houses Annonaria.aic. A large antenna extends from the top of CORNUCOPIA for the purpose of communicating with Site-01, which is connected to SCP-7314 through a pinhole Way at GLOBE's apex. Early schematic of component CORNUCOPIA. The middle section is a squat cylinder divided radially into seven compartments. Each compartment contains a specific food-producing anomalous object and an automated apparatus that ensures maximum food production from it. Individual compartments are explained in detail below: BLESSING - "The Multitude's Meal"4 The anomalous objects have been securely attached to the ceiling of this compartment with SCP-170.5 Once per second, all 21 objects are precisely divided into numerous paper-thin slices by a laser array, except for one large portion including the point of attachment, which retains the original object's properties upon regeneration.6 VEGETABLE - SCP-16897 is inverted and suspended above a metal grate. The bars on this grate are far enough apart to admit potatoes but not enough for the entire object to pass through if it fell. FRUIT - SCP-41098 is connected to CORNUCOPIA by a pipeline that runs through a permanent Way at GLOBE's edge. Fruit is pumped continuously from the anomaly to the FRUIT compartment via air suction. MEAT - SCP-44959 has been placed within a replica of its original containment chamber, essentially an automatic meat grinder that catches and pulverizes all SCP-4495-1 instances. After it is reduced to paste, SCP-4495-1 is emptied into the lower portion of CORNUCOPIA to be mixed with the other ingredients. As SCP-4495 normally produces only one to four instances of SCP-4495-1 per minute, a Mk III Xyank-Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS) has been used to accelerate the passage of time within this section and thereby increase food output to necessary levels. This section is equipped with several incendiary failsafes to prevent SCP-4495-1 instances from breaching containment if CORNUCOPIA is deactivated. GRAIN - SCP-450310 is inverted and suspended above a wide metal grate, continuously producing macaroni noodles. As SCP-4503 normally only produces 1 liter of pasta per minute, a Mk III XACTS has been used to accelerate the passage of time within this section and thereby increase food output to necessary levels. One D-Class android is stationed within the GRAIN section at all times to perform the deactivation phrase if necessary. DAIRY - SCP-654211 is connected to CORNUCOPIA by a pipeline that runs through a permanent Way at GLOBE's edge. Milk is continually pumped out of the anomaly and into CORNUCOPIA through this pipe. Sensors on the Marzek side of the Way are programmed to detect any RAPTURE events produced by SCP-6542 and automatically close the Way to prevent SCP-7314 from flooding. DESSERT - SCP-204512 has been informed that it is Tuesday, and that the entire lower section of CORNUCOPIA needs to be filled with molasses. As the contents of the lower section are continuously processed and removed, SCP-2045 continuously produces molasses at its apparent maximum rate. Though of little nutritional value, the molasses improve the flavor of SCP-7314’s product and help to bind the other ingredients together. The lower section, shaped like a truncated inverted cone, functions similarly to an enormous food processor, using an assortment of blades and other devices to blend the products of the middle portion into a homogeneous paste that is then transferred to WHEEL for processing. CORNUCOPIA's top-heavy design is supported by seven large pillars, each rising from the ground between two spokes of WHEEL and connecting to the middle portion where it overhangs the lower. Early diagram of SCP-7314 as seen from above. Component WHEEL is in black. The white circle at the center is CORNUCOPIA. The red circles are WREATH's power stations. Component WHEEL receives the output of CORNUCOPIA, packages it in an edible form, and transports it to distribution centers worldwide. WHEEL consists of seven fully automated assembly lines ("spokes") that originate at the base of CORNUCOPIA and terminate at equidistant points along a circular fully automated sorting center (the "rim"). Along the spokes, CORNUCOPIA's product is rapidly cooked, dried, pressed, and sliced into serving-size bars. The bars are then individually wrapped in plastic that has been printed with a weak memetic agent which improves the perceived taste of the SCP-7314 product. After wrapping, the bars are then individually wrapped and packaged in crates of 1000. The crates are then delivered to the rim, where they are each assigned a destination and transferred by a series of cranes and conveyor belts to the corresponding Way. ████ of these Ways exist, spaced evenly along the outer circumference of GLOBE, where they will not suffer interference from the central reality anchors. Each Way connects to a distribution center on Earth. WREATH is SCP-7314's power supply. It consists of a single Liquid Flouride Thorium Reactor (LFTR), located in an underground chamber halfway between the center of GLOBE and its lower boundary, and seven power stations spaced equidistantly between the spokes of WHEEL, halfway between the center of GLOBE and its equator. The LFTR is equipped with numerous failsafes to prevent accidental irradiation of food: the passages connecting the reactor to the rest of SCP-7314 can be remotely sealed by Annonaria.aic, and in the event of a catastrophic failure the radioactive material can be dropped down a vertical shaft leading to the bottom of GLOBE, where it will fall into the Outside and harmlessly deconceptualize. If the reactor fails or is temporarily deactivated, power will be supplied by the backup diesel generators located in each power station until reactor functionality is restored. Each power station also houses a massive Everhart resonator, which converts some of WREATH's electrical output into Elan-Vital Energy; this EVE is used to power the Ways connecting SCP-7314 to distribution centers on Earth. Each resonator is manned by seven Global Occult Coalition thaumaturges in rotating shifts, who act as the catalysts for electricity-to-EVE conversion. The power stations double as barracks for these thaumaturges as well as the 49 on-duty members of Mobile Task Force Tau-7 ("Lunch Ladies") and SCP-7314's allotment of 49 D-Class androids. Addendum 1 - April 1st, 2021 Construction of SCP-7314 began with the creation of component GLOBE.13 Mobile Task Force Omega-12 "Achilles' Heels" then took advantage of GLOBE's initially low Hume level and corresponding ease of reality alteration to create its stone foundation and many of the raw materials that would later be used in construction of SCP-7314's other components.14 The central reality anchors were then activated, stabilizing GLOBE. The most difficult component to construct was WHEEL, primarily because of the hundreds of artificial Ways that would need to be created. To prevent the backlash from damaging other components, these Ways needed to be opened from the non-SCP-7314 side. Before that could occur, the locations of the distribution centers had to be decided. This was accomplished by Annonaria.aic, who identified optimal locations based on criteria such as population density, availability of preexisting foodstuffs, and proximity to other population centers. Most distribution points were consequently placed in major cities. Once ideal points were selected, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition coordinated with local authorities to construct or appropriate a large, secure structure for this purpose. Mundane authorities were likewise entrusted with the specifics of food distribution once it was delivered to the distribution points; this decision was primarily a practical one, as Foundation and GOC resources were already spread thin managing SCP-7314 itself in addition to normal operations. Each distribution center was, however, provided with a security complement of Foundation and Coalition personnel as a precaution against anticipated rioting. Addendum 2 - May 5th, 2021 The Horizon Initiative Tribunal contacted the O5 Council, expressing reluctance to donate "The Multitude's Meal" for use in SCP-7314 and requesting a meeting. As the majority of the Council was otherwise engaged, O5-1 met with the Tribunal as a representative of the entire body. OPEN LOG CLOSE LOG Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < O5-1 is seated behind a desk. The Tribunal (Samuel, Bernard, and Adnan) is seated across from him. Four MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") agents stand behind O5-1; four Horizon Initiative soldiers stand behind the Tribunal. O5-1 Is this about the milk? Bernard Actually, no. We're still ironing out the details, but our working theory is that it consists of Christ's pain and suffering, washed off by the, uh, milk bath and given life by contact with HIs blood, then, uh… Samuel Curdled. Bernard Yes, curdled into its current form by our sins. Adnan It's not Him, in other words. It just thinks it is. Samuel Or it's an udder fraud. Bernard Or that. Either way, we've agreed that Jesus, and the Lord, would support its use to feed the needy. O5-1 Great. So what is the problem? Adnan We're not sure SCP-7314 is the way to do it. O5-1 Why not? Adnan Well, your plans…have some holes. What happens to the food after it's delivered to the distribution points? O5-1 Governments will take over from there. Bernard And what if the government can't handle it, or won't? O5-1 We don't have the resources to micromanage the way several hundred countries divvy up their food. We'll be stretched thin enough already just getting the food to the cities and making sure angry mobs don't storm the distribution centers. Samuel What if the "mobs" are angry with good reason? O5-1 We're all going to be a little hungrier than usual, if that's what you mean. Samuel That's not what I mean. O5-1 Then what do you mean? Samuel Genocide. O5-1 Genocide? Adnan Tell me, Overseer. How much of the food you give to the Chinese Communist Party will find its way to the Uyghurs? O5-1 There's nothing we can do about that. Samuel Nothing you can do, or nothing you're willing to? O5-1 I'm sorry, but has the sheer scale of this project somehow escaped you? SCP-7314 is the second-largest thing we've ever built and we're doing it in a fraction of the time! The Ways alone… Samuel This isn't about the Ways! This is about you washing your hands of what might soon the worst humanitarian crisis in history! O5-1 Right now we're trying to make sure it isn't the last humanitarian crisis in history. Samuel It will be, for some people. O5-1 Saving the world is not the same as saving everyone in it. Believe me, I'd like to do the latter just as much as you would. But… Samuel Bullshit. O5-1 What? Adnan Samuel… Samuel Bullshit! If you really wanted to save everyone, you'd have built this thing the second the Veil dropped. We've donated more bread and fish to the MCF since then than I could count. O5-1 If I recall correctly, Samuel, you were a proponent of the Veil. Kept open-minded youngsters from finding Mekhane or Ion, didn't it? Was that more important than ending world hunger? Bernard Times have changed. Our organization is changing too. Samuel But yours isn't. You're doing the same thing you always have, grabbing power and telling your victims it's for their own good. O5-1 Please explain to me how giving three-and-a-half billion people free food is not for their own good. Samuel That's an interesting way to say "making the entire world dependent on an authoritarian NGO with no oversight." O5-1 Call me as many names as you want, that won't change the fact that you don't have a better idea. Do you? The Tribunal members look back and forth between each other. Samuel and Bernard nod at Adnan. He clears his throat before speaking. Adnan We are…considering withdrawing our relics from this project, and using them to provide aid in places that SCP-7314 won't reach. O5-1 No. Adnan I'm sorry? O5-1 I can't let you do that. Those relics will make up close to a fifth of our quota. Samuel What do you mean, "let"? O5-1 You know what I mean. Samuel So you're threatening us. O5-1 You're threatening three-and-half billion people. Samuel stands. Samuel Maybe I should threaten you. The Alpha-1 agents point their weapons at Samuel. The Initiative troops point theirs at O5-1. Both men seem unfazed. O5-1 Maybe you could try. Bernard Samuel! Samuel What? Are you just going to sit here and let them do this? Bernard I'm going to sit here and not get shot. Adnan Please, Samuel. Samuel reluctantly sits back down. The guards lower their weapons. Adnan [sigh] Look, Overseer. We didn't come here to start a fight, and certainly not a war. I do understand the importance of what you're doing here, and its difficulty. But I also see its flaws. I suppose your organization is…accustomed to decisions of this magnitude, but we aren't. Please forgive our confusion. [he looks at Samuel] And our anger. O5-1 My acceptance of your apology is contingent on what you do next. Samuel and Adnan both start to speak, but Bernard clears his throat. Both turn toward him. Bernard I think what we're going to do next is take some more time to think about it. [He looks at Adnan] Right? Adnan [nods] Right. Bernard looks at Samuel. Samuel [quietly] Right. O5-1 Make it quick. The Tribunal stands. They depart the meeting room, followed by their soldiers. > RECORDING ENDED < One week later, the requested Anomalous Objects were delivered to the SCP-7314 distribution center in Jerusalem. However, the Horizon Initiative refused to cooperate any further with the SCP-7314 project, and informed O5-1 that they would be dedicating their remaining resources to famine relief for populations that SCP-7314 does not reach, in cooperation with the Manna Charitable Foundation. Addendum 3 - January 6th, 2022 United States President Grant Thomas15 demanded that the Foundation relinquish control of SCP-4109, as compensation for the destruction of Montana. Upon refusal of this demand, Thomas mobilized American military forces to Gainesville and threatened to seize the object by force. The Foundation responded with an ultimatum: if SCP-4109 was seized, SCP-7314 distribution points in the United States would be cut off. American forces did not attack but remained in position around SCP-4109 while President Thomas requested a meeting with the O5 Council. O5-10 agreed to meet with Thomas at an undisclosed location. After seven hours of intense negotiation, President Thomas agreed to withdraw troops from SCP-4109, and pledged no further interference with SCP-7314 or other Foundation operations in the United States. In exchange, the SCP Foundation has agreed to retain the United States as its primary base of operations and use American-based corporations as its primary contractors. No further issues arose, and SCP-7314 was successfully deployed on March 17th, 2022, one year after the Yellowstone eruption. Addendum 4 - April 9th, 2022 The United Nations Security Council voted to call an emergency General Assembly meeting. At the meeting, an alliance of several developing nations complained that rural areas of their countries were not receiving sufficient food from SCP-7314 and requested that more distribution points be placed in such regions. This request was denied, as distribution points had already been formulated with population density, size of rural areas, and other relevant factors in mind. Instead, the lack of food in rural areas was determined to be the result of insufficient infrastructure, poor management, and other factors beyond the SCP Foundation's purview. The alliance then petitioned the United Nations for humanitarian aid to develop the necessary infrastructure. Several nations (including the United States) responded by accusing the alliance of lying about their food shortages in an attempt to hoard food or cover up corruption. Several alliance nations retaliated by accusing larger nations (especially the United States, given the events of the Florida Fruit Crisis) of abusing their influence to receive an unfairly large share of food. These arguments consumed any further discussion on the matter, and no resolution was reached. Residents of poorly-supplied rural areas worldwide have been advised to relocate to the cities where distribution centers are located. Such migrations have caused most major cities to rapidly increase in population. This is expected to improve efficiency of food distribution considerably. Addendum 5 - July 14th, 2022 ██ SCP-7314 distribution centers, most of them located in developing nations that had previously complained of distribution issues, were attacked by various armed militias. Security forces, in cooperation with local law enforcement and military, were able to repel these attacks before any hostiles gained access to SCP-7314. However, damage to ██ of these distribution centers impeded the delivery of food for a period ranging from several hours to several days. Subsequent investigations have determined that these attacks were orchestrated by the Chaos Insurgency, which had trained and equipped the hostile actors. It was also discovered that the Insurgency has been disseminating propaganda materials in an attempt to incite further attacks on SCP-7314. Respiciens.aic has been tasked with removing these propaganda materials from the Internet and distributing more accurate information about SCP-7314. At this time, limited personnel numbers would make it infeasible for Foundation or GOC personnel to seek out and suppress future attacks. Instead, outside contractors have been enlisted for this purpose. Addendum 6 - November 5th, 2022 At 14:29, several explosions occurred within component WREATH's LFTR complex. The complex was evacuated of organic personnel and sealed to prevent spread of radioactive material. The air was then vented from the reactor complex and into the Outside, to remove any fallout and extinguish fires. These measures and other failsafes successfully prevented any fallout from contaminating the rest of SCP-7314. The backup generators activated as normal and allowed SCP-7314 to continue operating at 100% capacity while the reactor was repaired. During the post-incident inspection, the corpse of Agent Bartholomew Larson, a member of Mobile Task Force Tau-7, was discovered near one of the sealed exits. Agent Larson had apparently been trapped in the complex when the doors were sealed, then died of suffocation. Larson was subsequently found responsible for the explosions, which he created with stolen Tau-7 armaments. Current anti-sabotage procedures were instituted to prevent future incidents of this nature. Prior to his death, Larson used writing utensils on his person to create the following document, seemingly a manifesto. As its contents are structurally and thematically similar to Chaos Insurgency propaganda, Larson is assumed to have been acting on the Insurgency's behalf when he sabotaged the reactor. Is there such a thing as a free lunch? Would you choose slavery over starvation? Does your stomach supersede your soul? Does the farmer charge his pigs for slop? Will you sell yourself to a world of full bellies and empty minds? Will your grandchildren wish you had starved when they witness the world you created? Do you really believe it was the Chaos Insurgency? Addendum 7 - January 1st, 2023 SCP-7314 remains fully operational. SCP-7314 provided approximately half of all food consumed in the year 2022. The remainder was accounted for mostly by agriculture (primarily in tropical regions, where the cooling was less severe) and various anomalous sources. Fishing and hunting supplied significant amounts of food during the first part of the year, but most fisheries and hunting grounds have now been depleted. This is not expected to be an issue, as SCP-7314 will be fully capable of meeting demand in the coming year. Global population has stabilized at 7 billion, approximately 70% of which is concentrated in the major cities where SCP-7314 distribution centers are located; this percentage is expected to continue increasing. Project Fortuna has been deemed a success. Footnotes 1. several hundred rapidly self-replicating cakes 2. a colossal reptile dwelling in the magma reservoir below the Yellowstone caldera 3. "force field," in common parlance 4. 12 loaves of barley bread and 7 cooked tilapia of varying size that do not mold or decay. When sliced, each slice near-instantly regenerates into an entire loaf/fish. Only the loaf/fish produced by the largest slice retains any anomalous properties. These objects were donated to Project Fortuna by the Horizon Initiative. 5. a tube of glue that permanently binds two objects 6. If the objects later need to be removed from CORNUCOPIA, they need only be sliced so that the portion attached to the ceiling is not the largest. This should only be done if absolutely necessary, as the supply of SCP-170 is limited. 7. A sack containing an apparently infinite amount of potatoes. 8. A pile of a seemingly infinite number of citrus fruits in Gainesville, Florida. 9. A deceased porcine organism which produces endless lengths of animate intestines (SCP-4495-1). 10. a cauldron that constantly produces pasta. It can be activated or deactivated by a phrase unique to the desired type of pasta. 11. A baptismal font in Marzek, Poland that constantly produces milk and other dairy products 12. a humanoid automaton that can produce and telekinetically manipulate vast quantities of molasses 13. For security reasons, the method by which this was achieved is classified Level 5. 14. While the entire structure theoretically could have been constructed with reality bending, manual assembly was preferred to ensure precision. 15. Elected in 2020, Grant Thomas was an independent candidate who campaigned aggressively on an isolationist and anti-Foundation platform. Despite a lack of political connections, Thomas successfully funded his campaign with private donations and won in a landslide victory. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7314" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7314. 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-7315 | archon | CowscantgoMoo Alright guys, it's the first SCP, let's see how well it goes Item#: 7315 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Center of SCP-7315's activity within the noosphere during the early stages of investigation. Special Containment Procedures: To combat the increasing number of anomalous threats and diminishing resources faced by the Foundation, SCP-7315 must stay uncontained to suppress the public's ability to investigate the anomalous. SCP-7315 will perform upkeep to the Veil without needing direct involvement from the Foundation. It is expected that the use of SCP-7315 will cut the cost of amnestic production by 20%. If any of the following events occur, SCP-7315 must be contained using the Archived Containment Procedures: The damaging effects of SCP-7315 outweigh its use as an effective suppressor The current effects of SCP-7315 decrease or dissipate Foundation resources restabilize, making usage of SCP-7315 unnecessary All Foundation personnel must be exposed to SCP-7315-C, via Mandatory Memetic Inoculation. + View Archived Containment Procedures - Close Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-7315 is contained through [].aic.1 [].aic will continuously generate random, dissonant melodies that are unlikely to be replicated. If any SCP-7315-A instances are found that aren't connected to [].aic, [].aic must be reformatted to allow for stronger connections to the noosphere, attracting the attention of SCP-7315. Description: SCP-7315 is an auditory parasite within the noosphere.2 SCP-7315 attaches itself to melodies, designated SCP-7315-A, and connects to human hosts via SCP-7315-A instances. SCP-7315 is highly adaptive, targeting popular melodies and adjusting itself to gain a higher infection rate. Due to the highly adaptive nature of SCP-7315, it has evolved to minimize any noticeable effects, in an effort to avoid containment. (See Incident-7315.A1) Infected individuals, designated as SCP-7315-B instances, experience severe auditory hallucinations of SCP-7315-A, a compulsion to recreate or mimic SCP-7315-A, and an unconscious adherence to rhythmic thought and movement. These changes lead to a decrease in risk-taking, an increase in repetitive actions,3 and a decrease in critical thinking. SCP-7315-C is an mp3 file that grants the listener immunity to SCP-7315 and all related SCP-7315-A instances, discovered during an investigation into SCP-7315. (See Origins) Attempts to detach SCP-7315 from SCP-7315-A instances or reverse its effects on SCP-7315-B instances have been inconclusive and ineffective. Discovery / Incident-7315.A1: SCP-7315 was first discovered on June 12, 2022, following multiple cases of seizures and comas with affected individuals rapidly vibrating at a speed and rhythm capable of reproducing SCP-7315-A1. Due to its rapid spread and crippling effects, SCP-7315 was designated as a Level-1 Priority4 and assigned to multiple high-priority researchers. SCP-7315 was classified as a highly viral memetic infohazard and Protocol-1935 was enacted on SCP-7315-A1. All infected individuals ceased vibration after approximately 48 hours and expended all available energy.6 SCP-7315-A1 and SCP-7315-B1 instances continued to spread a version of SCP-7315 that perpetuated its severe effects. All -B1 instances were incinerated and conceptual integration was used to pair SCP-7315-A1 with a memetic kill agent to prevent a similar incident. It's theorized that due to the sudden loss of SCP-7315-B instances, SCP-7315 quickly evolved causing a significant drop in the lethality and severity of its anomalous effects. Several SCP-7315-A instances have appeared since then with minimal damaging and noticeable effects. Since then, SCP-7315 was downgraded to a Level-6 (Passive Attention) Priority. Origins: SCP-7315 was traced to an unflagged AWCY music forum. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that a small group of AWCY members constructed SCP-7315 as an attack on mainstream media over the course of several months. The following conversation depicts the first usage of SCP-7315, a digital version of SCP-7315's inner workings, and SCP-7315-C: chrushedspirit: [DATA EXPUNGED]7 it's like listening to a woodchuck go through a woodchipper dyserrack: bet those woodchucks could only count to 4/4 B: all these pop songs just sound the same. the ones that pander to depression are probably the worst tho chrushedspirit: it's depressing that a majority of people will never know actual good music dyserrack: yeah, there's no skill in any of this. just mumble into the mic and hire a producer to fix it insert_selfinsert: Hey @B, is it done yet? B: Yeah, I'm almost done with it. Operation: "Damn the Mainstream" is underway ;) insert_selfinsert: if they want to rot their brains, we might as well speed up the process B: listen to the audio Attachments: earworm.acb8, hearme.mp39 B: damn normies won't know what hit 'em dyserrack: bro wtf did you do Containment Log To: James Crowley ([email protected]) From: Karolyn Vittnner ([email protected]) Subject: Additional Projects Dear Containment Specialist James Crowley, In addition to your other projects, you have also been assigned to SCP-████, SCP-7315, and SCP-████. Due to the increased number of high-priority situations the Foundation faces and the recent staff shortage, you will be working alone on SCP-7315 and SCP-████ and in a small team of two on SCP-████. Despite these shortcomings, containment plans must be in place by the end of the quarter. We may have a shortage, but that is no excuse to slack off. -Site Director Vittnner Secure. Contain. Protect. The following was recorded as mandatory documentation of containment strategies for future reference. Relevant Studies: Tortellini, D., & Boyd, M. V. (2006). Locating Concepts within the Noosphere: Introduction to Conceptual Signatures. Foundation Archives: Science of Abstract Anomalies, 2006(10),1-50 Patel, H. (1987). Intellectual Darwinism: The Study of Non-Anamalous Memetics. Foundation Archives: Memetics, 1987(8), 23-57. Containment Notes Video #1: 8/12/2022, 2:53 AM [Crowley sits in a dimly lit office. There are visible bags under his eyes] Crowley: Hello, this is Specialist Crowley regarding containment notes on SCP-7315. [Crowley looks through an unorganized collection of papers on his desk. He picks one up.] Crowley: I've spent hours looking through everything the Foundation has on the noosphere. I'm leaving a reading list for anyone else that wants it, but I'll paraphrase. [Crowley takes a deep breath and sips from a cup of coffee.] Crowley: SCP-7315 operates on a highly reactive form of intellectual Darwinism. It constantly adapts to make as many -A instances as possible. So it has to have a preference. [He taps his finger on his desk] Crowley: So I'm going to collect data on the -A instances. I set up an audio recorder to record whenever it registers a -A instance nearby. Since I'm protected against the anomaly, I'll just listen to music while I work on other projects and we'll see the running thread… [Crowley trails off and appears to be lost in thought] Crowley: (mumbles) I should probably look into music theory as well [Crowley stares absentmindedly at his papers for two minutes. He then looks up and reads the time. He sighs and throws his head back in his chair] Crowley: I'm so tired. Feedback: This is a reminder to all Foundation personnel involved in containment to focus on effective containment that requires minimal human supervision. The usage of automation and self-containment are highly encouraged. Following this log, an audio recorder was repurposed to log instances of SCP-7315-A. It was designed to identify audio with SCP-7315's infosignature and record related SCP-7315-A instances in an effort to gauge a pattern with -A instances and evaluate SCP-7315's tendencies. This audio recorder, dubbed the "Singnature Recorder", was kept on Crowley's person at all times. Date: 8/15/2022 Instance: SCP-7315-A5 Song Name: Loretta by Ginger Root Context: Driving home after a late night. [A5 is played on Specialist Crowley's car radio. Crowley is singing along. All sounds are muffled.] Crowley: (Singing) How are supposed to carry on? [A5 continues to play, Crowley notices the "Singnature Recorder"] Crowley: Oh, it works! [Sounds of rummaging, all sounds get louder.] Crowley: Uh, this is Loretta by Ginger Root, some good stuff, you should listen to it. [Pause.] Crowley: Wait no, DON'T listen to this unless you're inoculated. Not until it's contained. It- [Pause.] Crowley: [Sighs.] Okay, I'll wake up early tomorrow to get the SCP-███4 project done. Then I'll meet with the SCP-███7 team. Then I can ask Keller about the music shit. [Pause. A5 warps up.] Crowley: I can do this. I can balance this. [Crowley ends the recording.] Update 8/19/22: A prototype local AI was implemented with the "Singnature" Recorder and the SCP-7315 containment log, allowing given SCP-7315-A instances to be recreated through generated audio files in order to isolate the infected musical phrase. This will be implemented into the following recorded -A instance logs. Date: 8/22/2022 Instance: SCP-7315-A9 Song Name: Wyvern by The HasBeens Context: Working with the SCP-███7 crew. Specialist McKenna was wearing headphones and listening to loud music. [A9 is muffled and identified as coming through Specialist McKenna's headphones.] McKenna: Crowley, how're the thermal readings? Crowley: They're rising. I don't think the liquid nitrogen is a long-lasting containment method. McKenna: Well, we've got to do something. O4 Council is still sitting on our proposal to use SCP-████ as a power source. [Crowley notices the recording.] Crowley: Oh, can you tell me what song you're listening to? McKenna: Hm? Why? Crowley: It's for another anomaly I'm doing. McKenna: Alright, it's Wyvern by The HasBeens. Is that all you need? Crowley: Yeah, sorry I just have so many other skips I gotta get done and- McKenna: Yeah, I know. We all do. I've got seven other meetings today, so if we're going to stay off-topic, I'll leave. Crowley: Oh, sorry. McKenna: It's fine. Now, I was wondering if we could get SCP-████ into an environment with absolute- [The recording stops.] [LOGS CUT FOR BREVITY] Date: 9/1/2022 Instance: SCP-7315-A15 Song Name: summer nights by Unprobable Context: Lofi music playing in the background while I worked. I'm also submitting this as Containment Log #2. [A15 is coming through speakers. Crowley's writing into a notebook.] Crowley: (muttering) …not enough data. Some kind of bias… [Crowley notices the recorder.] Crowley: Oh great, another one. Is it the lo-fi? (groans) I don't know much about music theory and I haven't looked into it too much, but here's what I got. [Papers shuffled.] Crowley: SCP-7315 relies on songs being catchy and memorable to spread, and all the -A instances logged so far share that style of repetition and lack of resolve. Resolve as in the song doesn't end in a satisfying way, so I've got two plans. Crowley: Plan one is non-intrusive, by taking something that sounds absolutely horrible and forcing that into the conceptual link between SCP-7315 and SCP-7315-A. That should get 7315 uninterested, severing the connection and returning the song to a non-anomalous state. Crowley: Second, the intrusive approach, is to make some kind of solution to all music. Some way to make sure all songs resolve so well that they can't be repeated in someone's head. Crowley: Now, I'm taking the first plan because I don't know enough about music to be confident in the second one, but if anyone listening has any type of musical background, I ask that you try this out because I'm not too sure in what I'm doing. [Crowley pauses. A15 continues in the background.] Crowley: Y'know, this is the only solo project I have, and it's in a subject I don't know jack about. I've asked for assistance multiple times, but you guys keep ignoring me. I'm not cut out for this. [A15 continues.] Crowley: I just want a break. FOUNDATION ALERT: All personnel must review mandatory memetic inoculations due to recent changes. Anyone experiencing the following symptoms must contact their Site Director immediately: Heightened faith in a singular deity Translating and understanding all languages as Latin Excessive repetitive motions Obsessions over any form of music Desires to mutilate yourself or others Secure. Contain. Protect. Containment Proposal #1: Upon discovery of an SCP-7315-A instance, an excerpt of loud static10 must be conceptually integrated with SCP-7315-A, forcing SCP-7315 to relocate. SCP-7315-AX Description Outcome Notes SCP-7315-A17 Oslo in the Summertime by of Montreal SUCCESS FAIL Upon upload, SCP-7315 reacted, tethering its connection to A17. Think this is going to work. SCP-7315-A20 A Long Goodbye by Matteo Palmer SUCCESS FAIL Promising outcomes so far. Multiple entries omitted for brevity SCP-7315-A48 Flight of the Bumblebee by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov SUCCESS FAIL SCP-7315 seems not to have any regard for the key signature, possibly broadening the scope of a -A instance. SCP-7315-A52 The Lick11 SUCCESS FAIL Use of garbled static has lost its efficiency, so it's been switched to a loud high-pitched screech. It then performed the desired effect. SCP-7315-A76 Tritone12 SUCCESS I had to use -C to get rid of this one. Nothing else was working. I'm stopping containment efforts before it starts infecting the sound of silence. Containment Proposal #1: FAILED With the cessation of proposed containment measures, all SCP-7315-A instances returned to their infected state. At the time of writing, 93% of the Top 100 Billboard currently harbor some form of SCP-7315. Containment efforts are still ongoing. Date: 9/27/2022 Instance: SCP-7315-A137 Song Name: Where We Stand by Vislieu Context: Took a break for a week Crowley: It really is a nice day outside. [A car passes with its radio at an audible volume. Additional 7315-A instance detected.] Keller: Yeah, I come here every Saturday at five. You've got to try their cinnamon rolls. They're really good. [Sound of construction heard in distance. They maintain a constant rhythm. 7315-A instance detected.] Keller: Hope you're free on Saturday. Going to a concert would be great to finally bring you along. [Sound of construction heard in distance. They maintain a constant rhythm. 7315-A instance detected.] Crowley: Oh nice, I'll be there. Anyone else coming along? Keller: Yeah, Joyce and Alex. We go about every week. [A137 continues playing.] Keller: Well, it's about that time. I gotta head out. Crowley: Oh, see you then. [Recording stopped before A137 concludes.] For those reading the containment log, there's no need. I'll contain SCP-7315 myself. He died from a goddamn car crash, listening to the radio. I could've stopped it. I stopped because I was worried. Tired. But the moment it affects my personal life… I shouldn't even be here. Foundation only took me in cause they had no one else. Like the last pick on a football team. And they trusted me with something simple. Contain it. That's it, that's all they asked. I'm supposed to help them contain things for everyone else, and I couldn't get through a solo project. But I can avenge him. I'm starting containment efforts again. I know none of the higher-ups will read this, they're far too busy with whatever shit they've got going on, but this is for everyone else. I have a personal vendetta against 7315 now, and I won't rest until it's gone. I'm doing this for you, Keller. Containment Proposal #2 Procedure: Develop an auditory meme to resolve all auditory stimuli to deprive SCP-7315 of songs to build from Status: DENIED Reason: Experts have advised against this course of action. It will be brought back up if no other method is available. Containment Proposal #3 Procedure: Eject SCP-7315 from the noosphere Status: DENIED Reason: Too many listed -A instances Containment Proposal #4 Procedure: Lure the anomaly into a dissonant pattern, trapping it into one -A instance. Status: DENIED Reason: There is not sufficient evidence to prove this proposal's efficiency. Containment Proposal #5 Procedure: Eject SCP-7315 from the noosphere, neutralizing it Status: DENIED Reason: Unknown psychic damage to a large percent of the population possible Containment Proposal #6 Procedure: Spread SCP-7315-C to the public Status: DENIED Reason: Not only is there a chance that SCP-7315 might evolve against SCP-7315-C but relying on poorly understood mechanics is ill-advised, as there is a higher chance of containment breach. Containment Proposal #7 Procedure: Construct an AI to randomly generate songs connected to the noosphere. This AI would then listen to the generated song on repeat, attracting the attention of SCP-7315. SCP-7315 would then attach itself to the generated -A instance. In the event of a breach, more connections to the noosphere will be made, providing the illusion of a larger number of minds. Status: PENDING Reason: N/A To: James Crowley ([email protected]) From: O4 Council ([email protected]) Subject: SCP-7315; Containment Dear Containment Specialist James Crowley, After discussing with ourselves and other associated departments, we found it best to leave SCP-7315 uncontained for the foreseeable future. Its benefits in hindering the general public's curiosity and ability to critically think were seen as a benefit for our misinformation team, as well as our Amnestics Department. As you may already know, the Foundation is having trouble sustaining its costs and has been forced to take heavy cuts in both personnel and resources. We thank you for your work on SCP-7315, as well as the additional research you were able to provide. You are dismissed from SCP-7315. You will be reassigned shortly. -O4 Council Secure. Contain. Protect. To: O4 Council ([email protected]) From: James Crowley ([email protected]) Subject: RE: SCP-7315; Containment Dear O4 Council, After weeks of working on the SCP-7315, I have seen the effect of SCP-7315 firsthand, and I cannot leave it uncontained. I will be releasing SCP-7315-C to the public. I know you won't read this until it's too late. By the time you do, SCP-7315 is effectively contained. Secure. Contain. Protect. To: James Crowley ([email protected]) From: O4 Council ([email protected]) Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7315; Containment Due to the workload of the O4 Council, your email has been marked as spam. To get in touch with the O4 Council, please reach out to your Site Director. This was an automated response. For further information, visit the SCIP Automation page for more details. Secure. Contain. Protect. Foundation web crawlers have discovered additional discussion regarding SCP-7315 from its source. + View? - Close dyserrack: https://youtu.be/x1a4GvQYIkM chrushedspirit: yo this is pretty good dyserrack: i know, its been stuck in my head B: guys, the earworm is in that insert_selfinsert: earworm? B: the thing we put into the mainstream it's in that song dyserrack: well, can you get it out? i don't want people getting dumber just because i showed them this B: yeah, another thing. it's not working anymore we're not immune anymore dyserrack: what. B: that mp3 was the most potent shit i had nothing works against it now chrushedspirit: how the hell did this happen?? how the hell does it just not work anymore? B: bruv, i have no idea on the bright side, this song is pretty good. dyserrack: guys help i can't stop tapping my foot to the beat Footnotes 1. Assigned AI construct to be determined. 2. The noosphere is the sum of all human thought. 3. This includes increased use of catchphrases, a faster formation of habits, and little to no deviation from a daily routine 4. Level-1 Priorities require immediate attention and are usually coupled with a K-Class Scenario. 5. Protocol-193 demands the expungement of infohazardous digital media and the use of Artificial Intelligence Constructs to process and analyze the anomaly. 6. Vibrations persisted for up to 32 hours after brain death, using more energy than the human body had available. 7. As per Protocol-193, all information regarding SCP-7315-A1 has been expunged. 8. Artifical Conceptual Builder File 9. SCP-7315-C 10. To prevent possible adaption against SCP-7315-C, SCP-7315-C will not be used as the deterrent. 11. A common musical phrase in jazz, described as "the most famous jazz cliché ever". 12. A dissonant musical interval composed of six semitones, also known as the "Devil's Interval". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7315" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7315. 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: earworm.jpg Author: CowscantgoMoo, Volker Springel / Max Planck Institute For Astrophysics License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Cosmic web.jpg Author: Volker Springel / Max Planck Institute For Astrophysics License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: A137.mp3, A15.mp3, A9.mp3, scp-c.mp3 Author: CowscantgoMoo License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7316 | pending | Item#: 7316 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The file containing SCP-7316 is to remain undisturbed at the present time, pending relocation decisions from the O5 Council. Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel allowed to experiment with the concepts of quantum immortality and the Many Worlds theory, unless explicitly assigned to such research. Description: SCP-7316 designates a singular file, uploaded to the SCiPnet directory at exactly 00:00 on July 25th, 2022. The file is, at time of posting, compatible with the SCiPnet directory and takes the form of a standard SCP entry, though using Foundation classification techniques which began to be phased out in the mid 1960s. SCP-7316 contains, in addition to the standard entry, hidden text and video components which have been extracted. GPS signatures found in the document indicate this file originated from a Foundation safehouse/nuclear weapons storage facility located in Acadia National Park, Maine. This safehouse, after investigation, has been deemed abandoned since 1943. After its initial posting, the contents of SCP-7316 have been locked on order of the Overseer Council. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/7316 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Any attempt to access this file will be tracked. _ + Input Credentials?- Log out? Welcome, O5-6. Notice: Researcher Andrew Dillon was recorded as: [AWOL] in [1955]. Mobile Task Force Beta-7 is currently en route to [Mount Desert Island]. SCP-7316 files are currently: Available. _ + Open Original Files- Hide Original Files Item #: SCP-7316 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7316 is a result of multiversal interactions, the only feasible method of containing SCP-7316 is a complete disconnect of our universe from all others. This can be accomplished through use of a Universal Exclusion Device. When activated, this device will first broadcast a copy of the SCP-7316 file to all SCP Foundation databases, and then remove the affected universe from all interactions with other, adjacent universes. Description: SCP-7316 designates the concept of "quantum immortality," which is the theory that consciousness persists through many alternative universes. For example, should one die in an accident in one universe, their consciousness would be moved to a universe in which they had survived this accident. This theory posits that the human consciousness is functionally immortal from its own perspective, though not the perspective of others. While Foundation research into this perspective has been ongoing, it is worth noting that no Foundation experiment has been proposed thus far which has officially proven the concrete transfer between worlds via death. The fact that the phenomenon can only be observed by the test subject results in the procedure of the containment project being assigned only one researcher. Foundation universal transfer meters have determined fluctuating transfer readings among personnel, even those who have not undergone voluntary universal transfers, but the reason for these events is still under investigation. Since the discovery of SCP-7316, Project Janus has been initialized to provide permanent containment via the usage of a Universal Exclusion Device, under sole directorship of Andrew Dillon. _ + Open Auxiliary Files- Close Auxiliary Files Entry 001: 01/24/55 Managed to secure two weeks of vacation. Foundation's always been tough about time off, but I have enough here to figure out the truth. Too many close calls in the past, things I survived but definitely should not have. I have a theory, though. Some folks outside of the exclusionary sites got real weird with death, cycling between death, life, and whatever is in between like some kind of Schrodinger's cat. Something to do with probability and shifting, at least from what I overheard. Probability isn't enough to account for what I've been through, or at least I don't believe it is. I'm going to push probability to its limits. Either way, I'm glad the computer system's still running. The keycard I stole to get in here worked too. Lucky me. It's time to find out the truth. All I need now is a neutron detector. Signing off, Andrew Dillon. Video file 001: 1/29/55 Warhead Hall Camera 14:58 [ANNOTATED] Andrew Dillon is seen pacing circles around a modified Alpha Warhead. The detonation system appears to have been modified, with an unidentified component, likely a neutron detector, attached to the trigger mechanism. A few seconds later, the component buzzes, and Dillon looks at his watch. After a few seconds, Dillon looks down at his hands, and appears confused. The footage continues in a similar pattern for approximately 40 minutes, with each buzz occurring exactly one minute apart. Footage ends. Entry 002: 1/30/55 My God. I don't exactly know what I was expecting, but not…that. 24 hours in the chamber, with a nuclear weapon set to detonate with a 50% chance every minute? Do you know the odds of that just happening? Do you know what this means? It means I proved it! I've proved quantum immortality! I knew the incident back in '45 was too good to be true. Nobody's that lucky, but if I understand this correctly, my consciouness simply shifted to a universe where I did survive. I guess after that was when I started to question if it was all just luck, or perhaps something more. I suppose I should explain the concept for anyone reading this. In a million different universes, I was incinerated in that chamber when that warhead went off. But, due to the interconnectedness of consciousness, when "I" died in that chamber, I was transported to a universe where I didn't, so I could keep on existing! Therefore, I was transported to a universe where the nuke never went off at all. This means this sort of immortality is an inherent property to the universe. To the person reading this, do you remember when you almost stepped in front of a car, or any other moment where you might have died, but didn't due to 'sheer luck?' In reality, you did die, but your consciouness moved to another universe where you did not. I did not create it, rather we have lived with it for the entirety of our history. Each person is condemned to spend a life of immortality in a single universe, becoming more improbable with each second they continue to live. Improbable, yes, but not impossible. Time to break out the champagne tonight. An academic discovery for the ages, to be sure. Signing off, Andrew Dillon Entry 003: 2/02/55 I can't go back there. This is my life now. They'll know what I did, they'll have me tortured, probed, and dissected once they find out what I've done. They'll know everything. I tried something yesterday. I needed to see if it would work, and… I guess I got carried away. I guess I figured, if it works, won't need to worry about it anymore. If it doesn't… then I'll know the predicament I'm in. Took a piece of the champagne bottle, and ran it across my wrists. Hurt like hell, and I passed out shortly afterwards. Woke up again in a pool of my own blood. Humans contain a lot more blood than you think. I don't like this. I don't think I want to be immortal, but I don't think I have a choice. I don't want to think about what they'll do when they find out what I've been up to. Signing off, Andrew Dillon Audio Log 001: 2/24/55 Dillon is heard coughing into the microphone for approximately 14 seconds before speaking. Coughs sound ragged, indicating lung damage. Andrew Dillon: It's, uhm, it's been three weeks since I first tried to, tried to kill myself. I'm still alive. As you can tell, since you're listening to this. Haha. Got the computer system online. Ancient thing, but oddly advanced for the site. Contained some of the tech the boys told me about back at the exclusionary sites, something about measuring universal changes. I don't have the clearance to get into the monitors but I can pull just enough out of the stored data to get some blueprints generated. The reason I mention this is because as soon as it turned on, it spat some gas into the room and I got a nice mouthful. Not enough to kill me, but I suspect that's the case for everything right now. Either way, it's under control and I've got a handle on it. Anyways. In all likelihood, you're listening to this and I died right after hitting "end recording" because that's just how this bitch of a multiverse works, I guess. Maybe not for too much longer, though. SCP-7316- Yes, I've designated this as SCP-7316. It'll be a long while until the folks back at the Foundation proper fill this one out, and me being a deserter, it would be best to not return until I have a viable finished product on my hands. As if they'll ever take me back. Either way, I need to fix this problem. And I think I've got the solution. It's obvious I can't die here until I manage to contain this… anomaly. But how do you contain something that permeates the entire multiverse? I guess you'd have to contain your own universe from all others. Sort of like the exclusionary sites I used to work in. Something like that, but on a universal scale, to separate my universe from all the others. Only then, would I be allowed to die in peace. I start work tomorrow. Margot? I'll be with you soon. Signing off, Andrew Dillon. Audio continues for approximately 26 seconds. Papers shuffling and buzzing noises are heard in the background. Entry 076: 6/18/64 I haven't been keeping up with my journaling lately. Haven't seen the point. It's enough to have to leave this place and scrounge for supplies nearly every week. On the bright side, I think the Foundation has given up looking for me, probably assumed I was killed by some anomaly or lost outside an exclusionary site. Happens often enough they won't think twice. I've been busy lately, as much as one can be in situations like these. Only so many parts one can scavenge from nuclear warheads. The rest I've got to pull from local sources, and I can't stay topside for too long, or else someone will see me. But I have figured out what I need to do. My purpose, my salvation, has revealed itself. This was an idea kicked around by some of the more tech-savvy folks at the exclusionary sites, something of a multiversal wire-cutter. They called it a Universal Exclusion Device. From what I'm able to piece together from this blueprint, the machine will disconnect this universe, and only this one, from the interconnected multiverse via directed energy pulses to various multiversal 'anchors.' What the computer tells me, when this thing activates, it's going to eat a lot of power, and it's going to make a lot of light and noise. But when it's done, nothing will change from our point of view. However, when I die, I won't go to a new body in a new universe and just keep living. I will finally go to the afterlife, and be reunited with you. I'm going to be honest, I have genuinely no idea how this thing works on the technical side, nor do I really want to. I just need to trust that it does, and that I can finally contain this once and for all. For us. Oh, how I miss us. Signing off, Andrew Dillon Video File 045: 4/02/69 Testing Chamber 17:04 [ANNOTATED] Footage of Andrew Dillon interacting with a large device, cube sized and approximately 0.4 meters in length, is shown. Dillon is wearing grease-stained clothing and appears to be in signficant distress. Andrew Dillon: Computer, can you shine some light over here? A spotlight is directed opposite Dillon to illuminate his workspace. Andrew Dillon: Thanks. Appreciate it. Dillon continues working with the machine for approximately four minutes, during which occasional grunts and sounds of distress can be heard. After four minutes, the wrench he is holding drops to the floor. Andrew Dillon: Fuck! Footage cuts. Medical Report: 4/19/69 Certified Automated Medical Report of: [Andrew J. Dillon] Vital Signs: Normal Heart Rate: Slightly elevated, investigate further. General Health: Mild radiation exposure detected, investigate further. Diagnostics: Poor performance in spatial awareness and memory recollection skills indicate radiation induced early-stage dementia. Current Treatment: None. Entry 084: 11/17/72 Can't pull up the audio logs anymore. I forgot the password. More difficult to remember certain things lately. Can't remember where to find salvage, food, but I can still work the machines. I feel sick. It's as if this machine is the only thing keeping me alive right now, but I know that's not the case. The machine is going to be what finally lets me die. But I'm tired. I'm so, so tired. I'm going to go to bed. Signing off, Andrew Dillon. Entry 089: 12/05/72 Dear Margot, I know you probably can't read this, but I figured I'd type it out anyway. Maybe it's selfish, but I think it would help. It's been 45 years since we married, and 30 since I lost you. They told me the pain would go away, I'd find someone new, I would go on living just as I had before, but they were wrong. I've missed you every day since the day I woke up and you were no longer by my side. Anniversaries are never easy. I still remember the song they played for us that day. I remember holding your waist, looking into your eyes, and thinking how I would never want anybody but you ever again. I was right that day, more right than I ever could have imagined. At that moment, I was convinced that nothing could separate us, no force of man or God. I suppose I was too confident. Till death do us part, I suppose. "I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart." My dear, my love, forgive me. I may set the world on fire, just to see you again. Video File 063: 2/21/73 Manufacturing Room 14:45 [ANNOTATED] Andrew Dillon, at this point confined to a wheelchair, is seen holding a mass of diagnostic cables, near a much more advanced version of the machine seen in previous video logs. The machine is now approximately two cubic meters in volume, most of which is occupied by a toroidal structure in the center. Dillon seems confused by the presence and the purpose of the diagnostic cables. After a few minutes of holding the cables, Dillon exhibits signs of significant agitation, culminating in him throwing the cables to the floor and leaving the frame of the video. The manufacturing room remains empty for approximately 14 minutes, after which point a small drone enters the chamber and begins to assemble the diagnostic cable in the proper ports. Dillon enters the frame 12 minutes later. He appears to look for the diagnostic cable, and is noted as looking confused and crestfallen when he cannot find the cable. Dillon leaves the room after a few minutes. Footage ends. Entry 090: 12/25/74 It's cold down here in this bunker. Not so bad, being underground and all, but it could be better. Maybe I've just been getting colder lately. I forgot it was Christmas Day until a few minutes ago, seeing the calendar. How could I forget that? No matter. I remember my first Christmas. I can hardly remember anything else from my childhood. When I sing the carols, though, I can remember. It was 1906, I was eight years old. I sat with my cousins, singing carols by the fire. It felt warm on my skin. Relaxing. I haven't felt that warmth in a long time, just cold on the surface of my skin, cold down to the bone. I know I'm getting older. No use in trying to hide it. It's difficult to tell, usually, but when I sing the carols to myself, or the songs Margot and I used to sing together, I can see what I'm losing. Oh, Margot. I try and pretend I write this log for me, but I know. I know I won't read this again, I know I write this for you. I don't want to forget you. I don't want to lose you, your memory, to this bleak, forgetful existence I'm trapped in by this godforsaken multiverse. I need to isolate, and finally get to see you. The machine is almost complete. I'll be able to see you soon. Video File 068: 5/03/76 Living Quarters 22:24 [ANNOTATED] Andrew Dillon is seen entering his living quarters. He approaches his bedside table, upon which he rests his glasses. He appears to attempt to lift himself on his bed, but a combination of the sheets slipping and his arm giving out under the strain result in Dillon falling out of his wheelchair and onto the floor. Sound indicates multiple bones were broken and Dillon appears to pass out, likely suffering severe shock. A small drone attempts to move Dillon. This attempt is unsuccessful. The drone connects Dillon to his life support system, which appears to induce a coma. Footage cuts. Automated Testing Log: 6/01/80 Testing Chamber 10:00 Testing Object: Universal Exclusion Device Mark I Testing Objectives: Isolate one (1) object from the multiverse. Input: One (1) Rattus Norvegicus, or brown Norway rat. Power Usage: 0.0000024 W Result: Rat was terminated. No universal transfer of consciousness was recorded via Universal Travel Log. Device deemed a success. Testing Objectives: Rate system for 0.4 TW of power. Input: None Power Usage: 0.468 TW Result: None. System remained intact. Device deemed a success. Further human authorization required. To confirm, enter the Testing Chamber, and full device activation will begin. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 7/25/22 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Beta-7, detachment Charlie Objective: Locate PoI-7316 / Recover Foundation Nuclear Storage Site 08 Charlie-1 : "Okay, this is the last safehouse it could be in so be exceedingly cautious. We have no clue what he's been up to down here, and the radiation may pose a danger. PoI-7316 is almost certainly dead, but if what's in the initial report is true, he could be alive and needed for questioning. Are we ready?" Charlie-2 : "Yes sir." Charlie-3 : "Yes, sir." Charlie-1 : "Alright, let's move." Charlie-1 uses a crowbar to dislodge a drainage grate, revealing a metal door. Charlie-1's Geiger counter begins to tick. Charlie-2 : "There's no chance this guy's alive. What, 70 years down here?" Charlie-3 : "You and I have both seen much worse. We can't know for certain, let's go." Charlie-1 leads as they go lower into the facility. The team passes a kitchen, monitoring station, and storeroom, each of which is coated in a thick layer of dust. Some monitors are broken and the cameras are dead. The corridor leads into a dilapidated, dated medical room. A body lays on the floor, attached to various tubes and IV drips. A broken medical drone lies next to the figure. From the vital signs on the life support equipment, the subject appears to be in a coma. Charlie-2 : "Looks like he was wrong, let's grab the body and leave." Charlie-3 : "Wait a minute, 2. We haven't investigated the testing chamber yet." Charlie-1 : "3, take the body to the surface and bag him. Command's gonna wanna take a look." Charlie-3 : "Got it, good luck." Charlie-1 : "Testing chamber is sealed. I'm going to cut door hydraulics, and you're going to enter the chamber. Slowly. Weapons up." Charlie-3 exits carrying POI-7316 as Charlie-1 and Charlie-2 proceed forward. A loud hiss is heard as Charlie-1 cuts hydraulic control to the testing chamber door. Charlie 2 is seen stepping into the chamber, and all the lights in the building activate. System : "Activation authorized, proceeding with exclusion" A loud flash is seen, color consistent with massive electrical arcs. When the cameras return to normal, no change is observed. Charlie-2 : "Well, shit, doesn't look like anything happened. Stay alert." Charlie-1 : "No disturbances on my end." Command : "Evacuate and return to site until farther notice. We don't want to chance it." Video cuts. . . _ + Access Universal Travel Log?- Close Universal Travel Log? Universal Travel Log of Transfers Personnel: [Andrew J. Dillon] Total Universal Transfers, due to Many Worlds decision-splitting, voluntary transfer, use of Ways, or otherwise: 0 [A typical score on this metric is about 42 transfers per year alive. If your score is significantly higher or lower than this number, speak to a Foundation quantum statistician. Have a nice day.] _ External Data Intercepted: Open?- Close (Unknown Data)? And so the Serpent lay, coiled atop the Library, as if a protector and captor at once. The Serpent watched the multiverse, each universe intersecting with the Library painted as a star across the cosmos. Behind each star, in each universe, in an underground bunker, one Dr. Andrew Dillon took his last breath before he could see his wife once more. In each universe, one massive flash of light, sound, and fury ripped through hundreds of thousands of anchors, setting each star adrift on its own course through the inky void. As the Serpent stared lazily into the stellar tapestry above it, each star began to go out. . I witnessed this, a lowly wanderer before him, and saw your fate outlined in those stars. If you can read this, there is still time. Do not let your star go out. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7316" by Jackyfudge, meltedbee and Florita, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7316. 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-7317 | esoteric-class | close Info X My author page ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains graphic violence, suicidal intentions, self-harm, mentions of canibalism and being eaten alive. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-7317 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: radix Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo The largest remaining part of SCP-7317-3 after she rendered herself unable to work during the 2009 strike of Site-61. Special Containment Procedures: As per the 1958 Accords on the Securing, Containing and Protecting of Middle-Normandy, the four instances of SCP-7317 are the only D-Class personel allowed within Site-61.1 Using any other human test subjects will result in the French government's Ministry of Sub-Veil Affairs cancelling its support of the Foundation's activities within FP-61. Researchers are allowed - and even encouraged - to completely disregard the subjects' safety during testing. Should permanent injury, alteration or death occur, no punitive action will be taken. Outside of testing, SCP-7317 are allowed free rein of Site-61's common and public areas, their on-site housing and the outside. Description: SCP-7317 are four reanimated and seemingly immortal humans of Scandinavian origins.2 SCP-7317 were originally soldiers serving under Jarl Rollon, and died during his conquest of Middle-Normandy in 915.3 All had previously taken part in an unstable thaumaturgical ritual in hope of matching against the region's anomalous defenders, and found themselves reanimated hours after their deaths. SCP-7317 do not age and will heal any injuries received. Additionally, SCP-7317 are incapable of leaving a 3,333 Km2 area centered around the place where they initially perished. This gives them access to Site-61, the town of Frémont, but not to any of the Ways providing an exit from Middle-Normandy. As such, they pose no threat to the Veil. SCP-7317 display erratic personalities, extreme behaviours, apathy and forgetfulness. Their activities as D-Class personnel are voluntary and regarded as a source of novelty or potential release from their condition. Addendum 1 Individual profiles Designation: SCP-7317-1 Most useful when testing with: Hostile creatures, dangerous devices, all other anomalies known to be a threat to human life. Evaluation: SCP-7317-1 is the most enthusiastic of the four and is used in 48% of all tests conducted at Site-61. He derives pleasure from dangerous situations and pain and will actively seek them during testing. Staff are to be reminded to keep SCP-7317-1 in check so as to not exceed testing parameters. Illustrative footage: Dr Marlois: Alright D-7317, please approach the anomaly. SCP-7317-1: Sure thing. SCP-7317-1 enters the activation radius, trigerring the attack sequence. SCP-7317-1: Oho! Those spinning bits look nasty! Do you have anything specific you want me to do or can I just jump in there? Dr Marlois: If you could try to last as long as possible, that'd be great. We'd like to see all of its patterns. SCP-7317-1: You got it. [Sensitive data removed] SCP-7317-1: Heh, that tickles. [Sensitive data removed] SCP-7317-1: Did you see that? Went a lot farther away than last time! [Sensitive data removed] SCP-7317-1: I like the look of this one. [Sensitive data removed] SCP-7317-1: Notice how it's repeatedly stabbing me in the liver even though it hasn't grown back yet? There's gotta be some data in that. [Sensitive data removed] SCP-7317-1: Gegegeggouhgouhgoughga- [Sensitive data removed] Dr Marlois: That's it for today. Guards, please remove the remains in the safe zone and return them to D-7317's quarters. Make sure to get all of them, he's scheduled with Dr Sala in three hours. Designation: SCP-7317-2 Most useful when testing with: Hostile humanoids, anomalous weaponry, anomalies needing precision and control. Evaluation: SCP-7317-2 is the most disciplined of the four. She has continued battle practice through her continued existence; and observes a number of traditions and ritualised actions in her daily life. This has allowed her to retain a stronger sense of identity, as well as her oldest memories, at the cost of making it harder for her to remember new information and adapt to the modern world. Illustrative footage: SCP-7317-2: What are you doing now? Cashier: I'm scanning your items ma'am, to add up their prices. SCP-7317-2: But they have these little tag things right? Why can't you simply read them? Cashier: Sighs. It's more efficient that way ma'am. The cashier continues scanning. Cashier: And with those, that'll be 89.65 Euros. Cash or card? SCP-7317-2 takes her credit card out, as well as a second card that she shows to the cashier. This second card identifies her as a veteran of the 7th Occult War.4 SCP-7317-2: I believe this little medal makes me eligible for a discount, yes? Cashier: Yeah you don't look nearly old enough to have been in that. SCP-7317-2: I know, and I'm never gonna look any older. The cashier rolls their eyes and points to a sign taped on the wall behind them. It reads "All customers claiming immortality, agelessness or any variations thereof during checkout -for purposes such as the purchase of alcohol- must be able to provide suitable proof." SCP-7317-2: Sighs. So it's gonna be like that huh? She takes out a large knife. Cashier: WOAH! Calm down lady! I don't make the rules, really, if you wanna be angry at someone, I have a manager who- SCP-7317-2 slits her own throat. Blood spews and she falls limp on the counter. The cashier runs to a supply closet and comes back with a broom and bucket. However, by the time they come back, the blood has already begun to resorb into SCP-7317-2's body. They stare at it until a few minutes later, when SCP-7317-2 stands up again, showing no signs of injury. SCP-7317-2: So that's 20% off right? Designation: SCP-7317-3 Most useful when testing with: Perception-altering anomalies and cognitohazards. Evaluation: SCP-7317-3 is the most artistically oriented of the four. She has adopted and discarded many hobbies throughout her life but remains deeply interested by creative arts and their evolution. SCP-7317-3 is well adapted to modern times, at the cost of having forgotten most of her oldest memories. Illustrative footage: SCP-7317-1: So they said no to the rock? SCP-7317-3: They did. Apparently they've already tested it on regenerators so they don't want to go through the trouble of sending it all the way here. And since I can't really go there myself… SCP-7317-1: We're back to plan D. SCP-7317-3: Exactly. Dr Marlois: And what is plan D exactly? I have to know the details if you want me to sign this off as an official test to let you use the incinerator. SCP-7317-3: Alright so, you know how every time we die, get injured or whatever, we go back to the same state? Hell, we can't even cut or grow our hair! SCP-7317-1: We're lucky our styles are coming back into fashion. SCP-7317-3: But! We can gain and lose memories just fine, even though that causes changes in the connections of our brains and stuff. So that proves that change is possible somehow. Dr Marlois: Have you considered it might be a matter of scale? I doubt the ritual's casters knew about neurons. SCP-7317-3: Interesting point, but my theory is that we always go back to our own selves. Our outer selves don't change and we've accepted that in our inner selves, so that's why we always come back the same. But our inner selves change, our thoughts and memories evolve and that has an effect on our outer selves by impacting our brains. SCP-7317-3: And to test that, I will smoke this bundle of ritual herbs Hilda gave me, meditate super hard until my inner self completely redefines how I see my outer self, and while I do that you'll turn on the incinerator. If it works, once I regenerate I'll look how I want and you'll get the first new discovery about us in ages. Win-win! Dr Marlois: I see no reason to not test that. What I'm not sure of is, what is D-7317 here for? SCP-7317-1: Fun. SCP-7317-3: Emotional support. SCP-7317-1, as illustrated by SCP-7317-3. Designation: SCP-7317-4 Most useful when testing with: Thaumaturgical anomalies, low activity tests when none of the other instances are available. Evaluation: SCP-7317-4 is the most depressed of the four. He regards their condition as a curse and actively researches ways to put an end to it, although this has not yet yielded any results. SCP-7317-4 possesses a wide knowledge of thaumaturgy, having exchanged with many of the practictioners and scholars that have lived in Middle-Normandy. However, as he displays great apathy, disdain towards most things that do not pertain to his research, and confused memories, accessing this knowledge is not easily accomplished. Staff are to remember that the most useful methods to convince SCP-7317-4 of cooperating are to coax him with intriguing or new thaumaturgical processes, or to rely on the other instances to force him to be more active. Failing that, SCP-7317-4 is usually unresponsive and lethargic and may be simply placed into a room with anomalies that do not require actions on the test subject's part. Illustrative footage: SCP-7317-4: Yeah that looks like it was made by the Grogaillards. That wasn't their original name, you know. People started calling them that when they settled here, and it stuck. Not that they mind though, they think it's very accurate. Dr Romaire: It did sound a bit on the nose. Do you know what their original name was? SCP-7317-4 shrugs. SCP-7317-4: Anyway, this one time I let their Karcist cut me into pieces and feed me to her delegation. I was really hoping it would work but I ended up regenerating from a few small bits that were stuck at the bottom of the pot. At least it took a while so I got a nice break out of it. Dr Romaire: So that's why you don't have high hopes for this test. SCP-7317-4 flinches as the Biotype begins chewing on his other leg. SCP-7317-4: Yeah, even if that thing is very thorough, there'll still be some bits of me left when it's done -one way or another- and I'll be back in a few days. Dr Romaire: In time for our next appointment? SCP-7317-4: Does it really matter if I miss another session where I tell you about my meaningless but unending life and you pretend like writing it down will help? Dr Romaire: You know we do more than that. SCP-7317-4: You're right, your sessions have really helped me feel good about everything. Just look at me now: being eaten alive and yet I'm chatting away like it doesn't even hurt. SCP-7317-4: Oh wait, it's because I've had centuries to grow used to the pain and learn that it's nothing compared to the constant despair I always feel. SCP-7317-4: But I'm sure one hour on your couch next week will take care of that little problem. Dr Sala: Could I ask you to cut it out? I think you're starting to bum the Biotype out. Addendum 2 Decline of SCP-7317-4 In 2014, SCP-7317-4 carried out 8 new attempts at self-neutralization, a marked decrease compared to previous years. SCP-7317-4's mental health greatly worsened that year, which negatively impacted his testing performance. Security cameras record SCP-7317-2 standing in front of Dr Romaire's office, carrying a large duffel bag. She is attempting to open the door by turning the handle, pushing, pulling and sliding the door. The digital padclock flashes red every time, which she does not notice. SCP-7317-2: Oh come on you stupid piece of wood! She bangs on the door in frustration. Dr Romaire's voice is heard from the inside. Dr Romaire: I'm on my union break, come back later. SCP-7317-2: Please doctor, I really need your help. Dr Romaire: Hilda? Hold on, I'm coming. The padlock flashes green and Dr Romaire opens the door. She is wearing a wireless headset with rainbow led lights. Dr Romaire: So you were making all that racket? You know your pass doesn't have the clearance to open any of our offices, right? SCP-7317-2: Right, yes, I knew that. They both enter the room. Dr Romaire gestures for SCP-7317-2 to sit on the couch while she opens her office's blinds and sets the headset down. Dr Romaire: I admit I'm surprised to see you here. If I remember correctly, the last time I offered you my help, you said you "already knew how to meditate". SCP-7317-2: And I still do, thanks. I'm not here for me, but for Frode. He's had it real bad recently, and we thought you could help. Dr Romaire: I have been trying to, trust me. But he has been very good at avoiding me. SCP-7317-2: Well, it shouldn't be a problem now, right Frode? Dr Romaire: What? SCP-7317-2 opens her bag and flips it down, dumping the body of SCP-7317-4 on the couch. He is bound by several chains and a gag covers his mouth. SCP-7317-2 removes the gag and stands up. SCP-7317-2: He's all yours doctor. I think he suffocated in the bag, so you should have time to finish your break before he comes back. SCP-7317-2 exits the room, leaving SCP-7317-4 on the couch. Dr Romaire sighs and returns to her desk. After thirteen minutes, SCP-7317-4 gasps for air. SCP-7317-4: Where- Oh, Romaire. I should have guessed. Dr Romaire: Not surprised to see me? SCP-7317-4: The others wanted to help me, and there's only so many times you can say "no" to Hilda before she does it anyway. Dr Romaire: So, are you ready to resume our sessions? SCP-7317-4: If it stops them from worrying about me, then yes. Below are relevant excerpts from SCP-7317-4's sessions with Dr Romaire. Dr Romaire slides some photographs over the table. Dr Romaire: Can you tell me what these are? SCP-7317-4: As if you don't already know. Dr Romaire: Of course I do, but I need you to tell me. SCP-7317-4: This is the hill. The place where we died for the first time. Dr Romaire: Do you still remember that day? SCP-7317-4: It's the oldest thing I still remember, and it's much clearer than everything else afterwards. I don't even know if we knew each other before that ritual, but we were in the same unit when we attacked that hill. The four of us and dozens of others, charging at a fort while the enemy threw everything they had at us. SCP-7317-4: And then nothing. Not pain, not peace just nothing. Nothing to feel or remember. SCP-7317-4: I'm not sure how long it lasted, but next thing I know the four of us are on a great pyre with the rest of the dead from that battle. Maybe the flames woke us up or maybe it was just bad timing, but we came back to life only to burn. And we screamed. We screamed like it was the worst pain we had ever felt and would ever feel. SCP-7317-4: We've had plenty of time to realise we were wrong about that. Dr Romaire: I've been told you have been spending a lot of time at that hill these past few days. SCP-7317-4: Yes, I've seen the cameras. Dr Romaire: Now, if I remember correctly, you told me that investigating traces of the ritual was a dead end. SCP-7317-4: Of course it's a dead end! The traces are long gone, and it was a complete mess anyway. It wasn't even supposed to do that to us, but Rollon didn't care that none of his soldiers knew magic, he only wanted to get even with the enemy. Dr Romaire: So why go to the hill then? Just to reminisce? SCP-7317-4 nods. Dr Romaire: I'm sure you must have better memories. Remember when we talked about- SCP-7317-4: I don't want better memories, what I want is no memories at all. SCP-7317-4: It's that moment between the battle and the flames that I want to go back to. The nothingness, the end of everything. SCP-7317-4: I just can't keep going like this, living every moment without purpose knowing it won't end, my mind so weary that every thought hurts. I just want it all to stop. Dr Romaire: I would argue that you're not without purpose. Your search for an end to your condition would not only help yourself and the other three, but the Foundation could also benefit from your findings. SCP-7317-4 chuckles. SCP-7317-4: I'm pretty sure most therapists don't tell their patients that it's good they want to die. Dr Romaire: Most therapists don't have you as their patient. I know it would be cruel to convince you to give up. SCP-7317-4: But you think you could? Dr Romaire: Absolutely. After all, I am the best therapist you've had in a millenia. SCP-7317-4: Well you'll never have the chance to try. It's over. Dr Romaire: I'm sure this is only a rough- SCP-7317-4: No, you don't get it, it's really over. That last attempt? That was the last thing I could think of. I have tried everything I could do with everything I can get in here, and nothing has worked. Dr Romaire: Have you told the others yet? SCP-7317-4: I have not. But you know them, I'm sure it won't really bother them. Dr Romaire: It is true that they are less concerned with their condition than you are. SCP-7317-4 nods. Dr Romaire: Does it upset you? SCP-7317-4: Of course it does. They're all dealing with it in their own ways, and I can't really say they have it better than me but… it feels lonely, being the only one who really wants to leave. SCP-7317-4: Fear. Dr Romaire shows another flash card. SCP-7317-4: Contentment. Dr Romaire shows another flash card. SCP-7317-4: Jealousy. Dr Romaire: That is not usually the answer I get for the gravestone card. SCP-7317-4: Well it's true, I always wanted one. Dr Romaire: What kind of epitaph would you want on it? SCP-7317-4: I don't know. I couldn't even tell you what name to put on it. Addendum 3 Incident SCP-7317-4 On 10/09/2014, SCP-7317-4 was in Site-61's library when it was breached by an intruder. SCP-7317-1, SCP-7317-3 and SCP-7317-4 are sat together at a table, reading the weekly issue of "The Middling Gazette". SCP-7317-4: So Sigrun, you look different today. SCP-7317-1: Uh, she's been like that for a while now. Did you really not notice? SCP-7317-4: I'm sorry, my mind has just been sort of… hazy. SCP-7317-3: No, this is good, I had run out of people to give me their first impressions. So, how do I look? SCP-7317-4: You look better. Happier. SCP-7317-3: You bet I do. And hey, thanks for your help. I was able to figure it out thanks to some outside consultation and your research notes. SCP-7317-1: How's that going, by the way? Has Romaire managed to get you motivated again? SCP-7317-4 looks down. SCP-7317-4: Ah no, no progress yet. SCP-7317-3: Sorry to hear that. You'll let us know if you need anything, alright? We're here for you. SCP-7317-1: Not like we can be that far away, really. SCP-7317-3 punches him in the shoulder. SCP-7317-1: But yeah she's right, you can always ask us anything, you know that. SCP-7317-4: I know. Thanks. The three finish their reading. SCP-7317-1 and SCP-7317-3 are called for testing and leave the library. SCP-7317-4 reads various books for 5 hours and eventually falls asleep behind a shelf. Night comes and the library is closed with SCP-7317-4 still inside. A Way opens inside the library and a figure emerges from it. They are humanoid, though they possess two pair of arms. They begin rummaging through the bookshelves, and accidentally step on SCP-7317-4. SCP-7317-4: What the- oh, a breach. We haven't had one of those in a while I think. The individual takes a defensive stance, but lowers their guard after SCP-7317-4 shows no sign of action. Unknown: That uniform… I see, you are one of those the Foundation sacrifices. SCP-7317-4: Something like that. And who are you? Unknown: [INFORMATION REDACTED ON ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] SCP-7317-4: Huh, that did not sound like something I'm allowed to know. Unknown: I suppose not. SCP-7317-4: And what brings you to this place, Arklay? Unknown: I am looking for information about the Mouleur Foci. I was told that a scholar who had researched it lived in this region and his collection had been acquired by this Site. SCP-7317-4 thinks for a moment. SCP-7317-4: Ah, the Rot thing from Edial's book. The book should be somewhere over there. SCP-7317-4 gestures to the left. Unknown: You know about it? SCP-7317-4: I looked into it to solve a certain problem I have. From what I've read it could have worked, but I have no idea where to find it. It's not in Middle-Normandy, that's for sure, and that means it can't help me. The individual searches the area indicated by SCP-7317-4 and retrieves a book from a shelf. Unknown: This is it. Thank you for your help, stranger. SCP-7317-4: No big deal. Say, what do you need it for? Unknown: [INFORMATION REDACTED ON ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] SCP-7317-4: Of all magic? Unknown: Yes. SCP-7317-4 shivers and mumbles. SCP-7317-4: …. that might just work. SCP-7317-4: Would you mind helping me with something? You sound good at breaking into places. Security was alerted of the presence of an intruder within Site-61 before the surveillance system went down. At the same time, the Site's thaumaturgical artefacts repository was breached. Orders were given to apprehend the intruder, as well as SCP-7317-4 who was to be considered guilty of a severe information breach. The intruder was never found; they are presumed to have exited Site-61 via a Way. When security guards approached SCP-7317-4's quarters, they were met with resistance from SCP-7317-1 and SCP-7317-2, who later confirmed they had been asked to stall for time. Both instances were disciplined. Inside SCP-7317-4's quarters, security guards found a series of recursive containment blocks made of concrete. All blocks were engraved with several copies of the Foundation's logo and text resembling containment procedures. Special containment procedures: I am to be contained wholly and absolutely. My prison is to be this place, which I have designed as an altar to containment. The time inside is to pass faster than outside, so that the end may come sooner. I am to stay within these walls until the end. I am not to be seen or spoken to by anyone until the end. I will not be a part of the world while I am contained or afterwards. These walls are to choke the life and magic out of me, permanently. I am to return to nothing, where I will feel nothing, think nothing. I am to be free of this burden. My friends are to mourn me if they choose. They are to be informed that I cared for them and I wish they can enjoy life where I could not. They are to know there is a way out. These walls are to be my grave, that I may have one at last. I will fade. Inside the last concrete block, the corpse of SCP-7317-4 was found in an advanced state of decay. It has not shown any sign of life in over 48 hours. Footnotes 1. Radix-class anomalies have been integrated within the Foundation's operating structure. 2. An accurate geographical origin cannot be determined due to SCP-7317 not having had access to detailed maps at the time and forgetting most of their early lives. 3. This conquest would finally integrate the Free Port within the French Kingdom, although the Dukes of Normandy would keep it secret from the crown until the next century. 4. SCP-7317 participated in several battles and acts of sabotage during the occupation of Middle-Normandy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7317" by Guezma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7317. 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: Bloody hand Author: Jo Naylor License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/pandora_6666/4024250300/in/photostream/ Filename: Bjorn.jpg Author: Isidro License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Commissioned by me from https://linktr.ee/anomalous_radio and used with permission |
SCP-7318 | keter | Edmund Davids My Author Page. The current hunting ground of SCP-7318 is marked above. Item #: SCP-7318 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-7318 have eluded all attempts to detain, cull, and track them. Given SCP-7318 remains exclusively within certain areas of the Atlantic Ocean, shipping routes have been diverted to avoid possible confrontation with the anomaly. Should a maritime vessel disregard Foundation-broadcasted warnings and enter SCP-7318 hunting grounds, its emergency transmissions are to be suppressed. Foundation response is to be limited to airborne vehicles. Containment teams are to utilize Auditory Mine Pods1 to keep SCP-7318 away from the affected vessel until it can be evacuated. Description: SCP-7318 is a species of predatory, carnivorous, sub-aquatic mammals. When submerged below the surface of water, SCP-7318 possesses the appearance of the Common Orca (Orcinus orca). When SCP-7318 leaves the water, it will instantly take on a physical form that mimics the Grey Wolf (Canis lupus). When in this latter form, SCP-7318 are three times larger than non-anomalous Grey Wolves. SCP-7318 territory is subject to change, based on population and availability of prey2, but currently is located in the Labrador Sea ~100 kilometers West of Ireland ~200 kilometers North of the Azores. An SCP-7318 pack3 will locate and conduct coordinated attacks on maritime vessels that possess greater than ten crew-members. Investigation of damage done during an SCP-7318 hunt suggests that the teeth and claws of the anomaly are capable of penetrating reinforced steel. On average, the crew of one maritime vessel will serve as enough sustenance for an SCP-7318 pack for three months. The most effective method of halting SCP-7318 is the use of high-decibel, sub-aquatic acoustics, which appears to disorient the instances. Addendum: Recovered Documents The following documents pertain to the first recorded appearance of SCP-7318, in the log of a British "Q-Ship"4: Document-01: Ship's Log: HMS Arthur, of His Majesty's Naval Forces As recorded by Captain Dirk Hockeren, first officer aboard HMS Arthur. 28 July 1915: Berthed at RN Dockyard in Bermuda at dawn. Restocked supplies. Dropped off mail. Checked the list of reported U-Boat incidents. They look to be spread off the coast of Ireland and up as far as Greenland. Once we're finished here, we'll depart for that area. 30 July 1915: Departed Bermuda. Headed North. 31 July 1915: All well aboard. No U-Boat sightings. 2 August 1915: Made contact with HMS E455 at midday. Continued together. No U-Boat sightings. 3 August 1915: E45 reported engine trouble. May not be able to submerge without causing extreme strain. No U-Boat sightings. 4 August 1915: Extremely poor weather on the 3rd. Lost contact with E45 during the storm. Turned East in the afternoon. No U-Boat sightings. 5 August 1915: Lookout thought he spotted smoke on the Southern horizon. Proceeded in that direction for half a day, but found nothing. No U-Boat sightings. 6 August 1915: The crew were quiet this morning. We found an upturned lifeboat during the night. It was from HMS Wrangler6. 7 August 1915: Discovered wreckage today. A pair of life rafts floating in the water, along with the Naval Flag. Unsure of which ship they were from. Morale low among the crew. 8 August 1915: No wind today. The crew didn't complain about the heat. They had their eyes on the horizon. We crossed into the U-Boat area this afternoon, but I don't think that was the reason for their unease. 9 August 1915: We found an American merchant ship (SS Folkestone) that was severely damaged. Torpedoed, perhaps? There were holes below the waterline, but none big enough for a torpedo, or even a U-Boat deck gun. We took the survivors onboard. 10 August 1915: I've ordered the American survivors to be isolated from the crew. They've been babbling about leaving this area immediately, about heading for the nearest port. Mentioning wolves, of all things. Do they not understand the importance of our mission? We will drop them off once we reach Bristol. 11 August 1915: I spoke to the highest ranking American officer today. He told me they'd departed from Bordeaux on the 7th. They'd been on the lookout for U-Boats from the moment they'd left port, probably because of what happened to the Lusitania. Then he began babbling about the wolves, just like the rest of his crew. "Wolves ate the captain", "wolves destroyed the engine", "wolves took the crew". He seemed terrified. I asked the ship's doctor about it. He mentioned he used to be attached to the first divisions to head to the Western Front, and he saw something like this in a few soldiers. Not talking about wolves, of course, but a similar type of complete terror. Men who'd refuse to go back to the front lines, even when threatened with execution. 12 August 1915: Lookouts are reporting ripples and wakes in the water around the ship. I saw them myself. They sweep through the ocean like horses in a race. My eyes can barely keep up. They're not U-Boats. Nothing could move that fast. Document-02: To whoever might find this message. I beg of you, please do not tell my wife how I died. Please do not tell my boys how I died. Let them believe that I died a hero's death, fighting valiantly against the Germans. Not this horrible end; cowering in the captain's cabin while I wait for them to hunt me down. It started with the shadows. They circled us in the water for an entire day. Sometimes lazily, sometimes at speeds that terrified the crew. Their wake ripples followed us like the trail of torpedoes, but they curved and dodged around us. By sundown, we were all jumpy. Someone broke into the liquor supplies. Nobody slept. They attacked us an hour before midnight. Sudden screams were the only warnings we had when the lookouts disappeared. The captain called us to battle stations, and we used the searchlights to light up the ship and the surrounding water like a candle. We didn't realize that the ship had started to list until it was far too late. The power went out. The engine room flooded. The cabins of the Americans were breached when we arrived; no sign of them remained. We tried to pump out the water, but the holes were massive. Crew were disappearing in the darkness. Turn your back for one second, and there was one less man standing there. I was up on the bridge, with my hand torch turned towards the deck, when I first saw it. The yellow eyes that kindled like matches striking. The fur that stayed dry, even as water droplets shimmered and fell off its flanks. The massive jaw that wrapped around Harry's chest, crushing him in an instant. The shaggy, grey body that leapt overboard, dragging him with it. That's when I ran. I slammed the doors shut behind me, I abandoned everyone, I locked them out to save myself. I heard a couple of gunshots. Could bullets even harm those beasts? Is this what Sir Doyle was thinking when he wrote about the hound on Dartmoor? Seawater has started to leak under the door. I can't go out. I can hear them searching throughout the ship, their claws clicking on the floor, their snuffly breaths. I don't think there's anyone else left, aside from me. I don't want to drown. I don't want to get eaten. Oh God. (Writing devolves into illegible scribbles for several lines, which are all subsequently crossed out.) Tell Maggie and James and Ben that I love them. I love them more than anyone else in the world. Tell them I'm sorry I won't be coming back. If I could turn back time, I would refuse this stupid assignment. That's my one regret. Whoever finds this message, ensure that no-one else suffers the same fate I have. Kill the sea wolves. Kill them all. And avenge the crew of the HMS Arthur and the SS Folkestone. Sub-Lieutenant Robert Davis. HMS Arthur. His Majesty's Naval Forces. 12 August 1915. More From This Author More From This Author Edmund Davids's Works SCPs SCP-7193 • SCP-7239 • SCP-8193 • SCP-7874 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Edmund Davids's Personal File • Footnotes 1. Constructed specifically to counter this anomaly, the AMP device will emit a high decibel audible pulse every two seconds when submerged in water. 2. It is theorized that Foundation investigation and activity also influences the relocation of SCP-7318, although the degree of sapience SCP-7318 possesses remains unknown. 3. Typically consisting of between fifteen and twenty instances. 4. An initiative to sink U-Boats through merchant ships carrying concealed armaments. 5. An E-class submarine of the Royal Navy. 6. Officially listed as sunk with all hands by a U-Boat on 4/07/1915. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7318" by Edmund Davids, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7318. 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: Atlantic_Ocean_marked Name: File:North Atlantic Ocean laea relief location map.jpg Author: Uwe Dedering License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:North_Atlantic_Ocean_laea_relief_location_map.jpg Note: This refers to the orange location indicator on the map above. Name: File:Location indicator icon.svg Author: CDC License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Location_indicator_icon.svg |
SCP-7319 | safe | DrowningDutchman It is I Dutch. I have written more stuff! DrowningDutchman Item#: 7319 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7319-1 is to be kept in a small low-security containment chamber in Reliquary Site-39. SCP-7319-2 is to be kept in a small low-security containment chamber in Reliquary Site-12. To avoid damage to SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2, the northeast corner of the Site-39 cell and the southwest corner of the Site-12 cell are to be padded with soft materials. SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 are to be kept together in a low-security containment chamber located in Reliquary Site-39. Addendum 31-10-2022: SCP-7319-3 is to be stored in a standard non-hazardous anomalous documents display in Reliquary Site-39. SCP-7319-3 is free to be studied by Site Personnel. Description: SCP-7319 refers to two seperate suits of armor (SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2) recovered near Bernau im Schwarzwald in what is currently Germany, approximately 20km from the German-Swiss border. The suits of armor were traced back to Burg Nanstein1, a castle located approximately 250km north of the recovery location. Discovery: SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 were observed moving through the castle when put on display. The entities were noted to stop moving when they were relatively close to each other. The suits of armor were taken by the Foundation and brought to separate Reliquary sites for investigation and to utilize the available chambers. Efforts to incapacitate SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 were discontinued when deemed unnecessary due to their inability to escape containment. SCP-7319-3 was discovered on 25-09-2022 in Burg Nanstein. The letter was initially overlooked as there was no initial connection to SCP-7319-1 or SCP-7319-2. A full report on the translation of SCP-7319-3 is provided below. Addendum: 10-12-2022 As part of a planned test, SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 will be brought into the same containment cell on 27-01-2023. 27-01-2023 Test Close Test SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 test on: 27-01-2023 On 27-01-2023, SCP-7319-2 was transported from Reliquary Site-12 to Reliquary Site-39 to be placed in the same containment chamber as SCP-7319-1. During the Transport while SCP-7319-2 was restrained SCP-7319-1 was reported to start moving in different directions corresponding to the location of the other entity while being transported. SCP-7319-1 was restrained as SCP-7319-2 was brought into the containment chamber. When both entities were released from their restraints, they began to move towards each other. SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 stopped their movements as they got within 2 meters of each other. Since the entities were still standing, the presiding team decided to attempt bringing them closer together. Though moving the entire suits of armour proved impossible, personnel were able to manipulate the entities' arms and hands into contact with the other. As the entities' hands touched, the heads moved to seemingly look at eachother before they collapsed approximately 1 minute later. The team at Reliquary Site-39 has elected to keep SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 together in the cell at Reliquary Site-39. This was decided to mitigate damage to either entity and to keep their anomalous activity to a minimum. Note: SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2 are not considered Neutralized, as separation of the entities causes anomalous activity to return to the same level as before the entities met. Letter recovered at Burg Nanstein Close Letter Translation Report Translation of SCP-7319-3 Translator Dr G. Meiya (Department of Terra-linguistics) Translation concluded on 05-12-2022 extra info SCP-7319-3 was recovered on 25-10-2022 from Burg Nanstein, Germany. The letter is in better condition than scripts recovered from the same period. The letter dates back to the mid 1300's placing is in the same period as SCP-7319-1 and SCP-7319-2. The writer of the letter is one Alard of Mannheim; the receiver remains unknown. SCP-7319-3 speaks of a pact between the two subjects in the letter seeking each other even past death. Contextual analysis of the contents of SCP-7319-3 implies the existance of a romantic affair. My dearest Angel2, Since the first time I saw you I knew the purpose of the life set out for me was living for you… I truly believe this feeling has not been felt before as I was completely unprepared for this. The days without you are the longest days of my life, while I also know this is the best way to remain in your good graces. The idea of you gets me through the days I am away and will never be able to forget the grace you exude at every moment I get to lay my eyes on you. You carry yourself with as much grace and beauty as the angel you were named for and I wish you to understand this will for me is an eternal feeling… I wish you could actually be mine. I promise you I will follow you beyond death, my love for you will certainly last long beyond the point my heart can beat for you. I do swear upon everything that is worldly and all that we can possibly imagine that, even beyond the point my heart will beat, I will look for you eternally for I can not rest my heart when I am away from you. My life will eternally be in service to you, Alard of Mannheim Footnotes 1. A castle in modern day Germany, located in the town of Landstuhl in the state of Rhineland-Palatinate 2. Translated in a literal sense, likely to be a pet name used for the receiver ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7319" by DrowningDutchman, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7319. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7320 | thaumiel | Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub SCP-7320-1 instances Item #: SCP-7320 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the difficulty of cataloging companies and low-risk nature of the anomaly, individual use of instances of SCP-7320-1 by Foundation personnel is permitted with or without formal approval. Personnel are discouraged from engaging in behaviors known to create new instances of SCP-7320-2. Containment procedures for currently existing instances of SCP-7320-2 are listed below, referred to respectively as Objects A, B, and C. Object A - Object A is not to be moved from its designated area atop Agent Summers’ computer tower. Should Object A be relocated anywhere other than its designated area, all servers housed at Site-129 are to be backed up immediately, with Object A being returned to its area as soon as possible. Object B - The perimeter of Object B is to be wrapped in 51 pieces of cellophane office tape between 5-15cm. Any piece that loses adhesion and falls off must be replaced within 24 hours. Object C - Object C is to be struck with a provided wooden dowel at least once per 24-hour period by designated staff. Personnel in the locker room where Object C is located must allow a minimum of ten seconds of silence after Object C is struck before speaking or making unnecessary noise. Description: SCP-7320 is a mundane thaumaturgical anomaly affecting otherwise ordinary personal items belonging to Foundation personnel. Items affected by SCP-7320 gain the ability to measurably impact events experienced by the user, typically altering events in the user’s favor. Two prerequisites are required in order for a manifestation of SCP-7320 to occur: an inanimate physical object and an associated action taken by the user. Any object affected by SCP-7320 can lose its anomalous effect for multiple reasons (Footnote: Such as organic lack of use or the death of its creator), but every conscious attempt to nullify the effect has both failed and caused significant misfortune for those attempting. Conversely, deliberate attempts to imbue an object with SCP-7320’s effect, while consciously aware of its existence, have also failed (Footnote: It is noted that objects already associated with a widely known religion or belief system have not been observed to experience SCP-7320’s effect). Direct knowledge of SCP-7320 neutralizes an individual’s ability to create an instance of SCP-7320-1 and/or maintain an existing instance. SCP-7320-1 refers to any personal item affected by SCP-7320, thought of by its owner as a “good luck charm.” The vast majority of these items are created inadvertently, with the owner either developing a strong emotional attachment to the object, or simply pretending the object has an effect. In all cases, the owner associates the object with “luck” or good fortune. The favorable events caused by these items are easily misconstrued as coincidence or confirmation bias, but specialized equipment confirms that the increase in “good fortune” is in fact quantifiable. SCP-7320-2 refers to objects affected by SCP-7320 that cause large-scale misfortune when certain invented rituals are not properly carried out. All cataloged instances of SCP-7320-2 within the Foundation are communal objects engaged with by multiple people, a factor believed to be the source of SCP-7320-2 objects’ potency. All three of these objects cataloged by the Foundation have been the documented sources of several major incidents, listed in Addendum 2. Addendum 1 - Registered SCP-7320-1 Examples The following individuals have not been made aware of SCP-7320’s existence. All SCP-7320-1 instances are still active. Owner Name: Researcher Harlan Cordova Object: An off-brand plastic Pokémon toy. Certain colors and details are off-model from the character on which the toy is based, and most of the paint is applied incorrectly. Activation: SCP-7320’s effect is activated in the object upon being viewed by other staff members when in close proximity to Researcher Cordova. Observed Effect: An increased frequency of innocuous positive interactions with other staff members, typically in the form of casual compliments or small favors. Notes: Researcher Cordova does not believe in luck and insists that the object has no measurable effect, claiming instead that the toy is merely a conversation starter and that “no one is going to be mean to such a fucked up little guy.” Owner Name: Dr. Donna Acevedo Object: Half a quartz geode, 3cm in diameter. Most of the object is worn smooth. Activation: SCP-7320’s effect remains active in the object when held in Dr. Acevedo‘s bare hand. Observed Effect: A decrease in workplace incidents of a physically dangerous nature. Dr. Acevedo has survived five critical containment breaches without incident. Notes: Dr. Acevedo claims that she did not believe in luck until she found the object, and narrowly avoided being hit by a runaway car when she reached to pick it up. Dr. Acevedo firmly believes the object protects her from harm. She has been carrying the object for 21 years. Owner Name: Dr. Nathan Harrell Object: A pair of wool athletic socks with several darned patches from frequent wear. Activation: SCP-7320 activates when the object is worn. Observed Effect: Increased frequency of favorable events pertaining to office work, such as finding items thought to be lost, outdated equipment running smoothly, and unexpected reunions with individuals who have experience relevant to current projects. Notes: When initially interviewed, Dr. Harrell expected the subject to be a gold cross charm he wore on a leather cord. He maintained this belief throughout the interview until casually explaining that the socks were a gift from his wife, which he continually repairs due to their comfort and sentimental value. He refers to them as his “work socks.” Dr. Harrell’s cross pendant exhibits no anomalous effect. Owner Name: N/A Object: Five packages of vending machine snacks on top of a microwave at SCP-5320 containment. Activation: SCP-7320 activates when new snacks are added, provided the number of packages present stays above five. Observed Effect: Increase in internet speed experienced by the individual adding the snacks, typically only lasting a few hours. Notes: Although SCP-5320’s staff exhibit much of the behavior typically associated with the creation of SCP-7320-2 instances, items interacted with this way by SCP-5320 research staff seem incapable of becoming SCP-7320-2 instances, likely due to their close association with a living creature. Owner Name: Agent Katherine Reid Object: A plush fox toy, Beanie Baby brand. Item shows signs of several decades of aging and is partially burned. Activation: SCP-7320’s effect activates when the object is left in the MTF Lambda-5 transport vehicle while a mission is underway. Observed Effect: Since Agent Reid began using the object, L-5 Squad 16 has experienced no agent deaths while on missions, in spite of several nearly-fatal injuries. Notes: The object was one of few toys that survived a house fire that destroyed Agent Reid’s childhood home when she was eight years old. Agent Reid calls her family’s escape “miraculous,” and she claims that “if [the object] is waiting in the car, everybody has to make it out.” Addendum 2 - SCP-7320-2 Objects Object A: A plastic figurine of a wizard on top of Agent Rachel Summers’ computer tower at Site-211. According to office staff at Site-211, removal of Object A from the computer tower will “brick the servers.” This superstition began as a joke when a staff member accidentally knocked the figurine onto the floor around the time the office experienced poor connection to off-site servers at Site-17, resulting in staff members attributing the outage to the wizard. Two years following the inception of the joke, Site-211 experienced 3 complete outages from local servers, all directly correlating to Object A being placed on a different surface than the computer tower. This event led to the initial discovery of SCP-7320. Object B: A framed picture of actor Ewan McGregor as Obi Wan Kenobi with 51 pieces of tape stuck around the edges of the frame, located in the 2B floor landing of Site-16. The object was originally a prank on a senior and devout Christian staff member, Emily Montes, who was told the photo was a portrait of Jesus, and hung the frame up in her cubicle. Reportedly, Ms. Montes would occasionally stick extra pieces of tape to the frame for later use, and following her relocation to a different site, the rest of the staff moved the picture to a more publicly visible location and added more pieces of tape until the edges of the frame were covered. The staff of Site-16 maintain that for every piece of tape missing, one staff member will experience “tremendous disaster.” Object B is referred to by Site-16 staff as “Sticky Jesus” and is suspected to be responsible for over 25 major onsite accidents. Object C: A heavily-used aluminum water bottle located in the locker room on the first floor of Site-17’s task force barracks, formerly belonging to Agent Michael Webb of Mobile Task Force Theta-4. Field agents working out of Site-17 carry a tradition of striking the empty bottle to create a ringing noise when the locker room is quiet, a ritual invented by the team members of MTF Theta-4 following the death of Agent Webb during a mission. A survey of Foundation task force agents found that 85% had at least heard of “Saint Michael’s Bell,” with 61% surveyed claiming to believe in its effects. Ringing “Saint Michael’s Bell” is said to bring good luck to Foundation agents across the globe, and forgetting to ring it will cause more death among their ranks. Days in which this ritual was not fulfilled saw a 10% rise in field agent mortality. Addendum 3 - Clearance Level Adjustment Upon further research, SCP-7320 exhibits a demonstrably positive impact on the safety and morale of Foundation staff. Considering knowledge of the anomaly neutralizes the effect for an individual, SCP-7320 will be upgraded from Clearance Level 3 to Clearance Level 7320/4. The following transcript is taken from a meeting of the O5 Council on 25 July 2022. [Begin Log] It seems that SCP-7320’s effect stops applying when individuals learn of its existence. Something about the hard knowledge that luck exists is enough to prevent it entirely. Personally, I’m ecstatic. Informing our personnel on a broad scale could ease containment significantly. At that point we would only have to worry about the twos. Horseshit? I beg your pardon? It’s protecting our people. I say let it rip. Beyblade. Focus, please. Using anomalies for our own gain isn’t something we should be taking lightly. Especially considering the unpredictability we’ve already observed with SCP-7320. We still don’t truly know the scope of its capabilities. Oh, shut up. We use anomalies for self-gain all the time. Should we? When are we doing lunch? I can have someone pick up Jimmy John’s sandwiches in approximately seventeen minutes, provided we adhere to our schedule exactly. Ha! I’m on team Beyblade. Could you please specify what you mean? Let it rip. In professional terms, please. We have not seen a single negative effect by instances of SCP-7320-1. And the effects they DO have are so inconspicuous that almost no one can see the anomaly without extensive research. If we’re being given any sort of advantage, it’s so small it barely even counts. I’m inclined to agree with team anti-Beyblade. I ain’t namin’ anything after a children’s toy. It’s not a children’s toy, I have one. Rules are rules and we can’t pick and choose when they’re convenient. I need everyone to perhaps take a moment and re-center yourselves. We have two choices. We can disseminate the information and neutralize most instances of the anomaly within our ranks, effectively limiting its effect to SCP-7320-2 instances only. Or we can lock down the intel, and keep letting our people make SCP-7320-1 instances for fun and profit. God, I’m starving. Huh. Something on your mind? What are the chances it evolves? Elaborate. I think we can all agree that we can’t do anything to stop people from- from doin’ the behaviors that create SCP-7320-1 instances in the first place. I suppose. Continue. If we broadcast SCP-7320’s existence to the entire Foundation, are we certain the effect won’t evolve to include folks who know about it? And if it does, will that second iteration be as innocuous as this one? Hmm. Sorry, don’t mean to derail, did you say you HAVE a Beyblade? You own one right now? Yes. Why? There's a robust collectors' market. Humans will never behave entirely logically, no matter their station. As it stands, the effect is not significant enough to present a threat in the majority of cases. That could change, should we intervene. A vote, then? Hear me out, trial by Beyblade. Seconded. Thirded. Long-term continuation of this behavior has a 33% chance of eventually creating an instance of SCP-7320-2 within the Council. Oh, shit. Wow, really? I wasn’t even doing that on purpose. No one’s doing it on purpose. I don’t think a vote is necessary. Dissenters are clearly outnumbered in this case. Perhaps we can continue to keep an eye and revisit at a later date. Then we raise the clearance level of SCP-7320 and continue to “let it rip,” as it were. What about the people who have already read the file? They’re shit out of luck, aren’t they? [End Log] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7320" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7320. 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: radd7k Author: Raddagher License: CC 3.0 Source Link: https://imgur.com/bXLqxjg.jpg |
SCP-7321 | euclid | Item#: 7321 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7321 should not be moved from its current location, a standard anomalous corpse locker in Site-400's mortuary, without explicit permission from the Foundation's History Department. Beginning in the year 2000, SCP-7321 should be kept under low-level surveillance, including an ECG sensor wired to a silent alarm in the security office, in case of emerging vital life signs. Description: SCP-7321 is a male humanoid corpse measuring roughly two meters in height. While its rate of decay is typical for that of a cadaver, this putrefaction seemingly occurs in reverse. To clarify: As time goes on, SCP-7321's state of decomposition decreases, as the corpse becomes more fresh. Given the rate of this process, it is currently hypothesized that SCP-7321 will fully regenerate by the year 2000. Whether or not SCP-7321 is capable of restoring life functions is unknown at this time. Addendum 7321.1: Discovery Log So far as the History Department has been able to gather, SCP-7321 has been in Standard Anomalous Corpse Locker 400-M-0040852 ever since Site-400's mortuary's construction in 1922. The mortuary's construction workers discovered the corpse on the site when it first broke ground, but chose to ignore it1. After the concrete of the basement foundation had cured, they found it again on top of that; after the wooden subflooring was constructed over this foundation, they found it again on top of the subflooring. Nobody claimed responsibility for moving it. At last, it ended up in 400-M-0040852, where an unwitting mortuary assistant later discovered it. Addendum 7321.2: Autopsy Report + Show Abridged Autopsy Report SCP-7321-1 - Hide Abridged Autopsy Report SCP-7321-1 Site-400 Autopsy Report 00592 Date: 1981/08/17 Presiding Doctors: Dr. Mortimer Sly, MD Dr. Osoet Teuku, PhD in Forensic Anthropology Attending Site Security: Security Officer Deborah Ortega Security Officer Óscar Wong [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Preliminary Inspection: Well-preserved, poorly nourished white male in bloating stage of decay with fresh, widespread, precise lacerations indicating an autopsy was performed, though records show none occurring prior. Organs showed similar lacerations, often carving out a particular cross-section. Organ pieces corresponding to such cross-sections had been discovered the previous morning by Dr. Teuku in a fresh shipment of organ sample containers. They had been sent to an evidence storage refrigerator, and spontaneously combusted one at a time while the autopsy was taking place. After the examiners returned from the evacuation caused by this fire, it was discovered that all aforementioned lacerations to inner organs had sealed, leaving no evidence that any cross-section had been missing. Site Security officers forbade the examining team from making more incisions, citing the fire risk. [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Anaerobically-Produced Gas Rate of Emission: The bacteria of the thanatomicrobiome of an ordinary cadaver in the bloat stage emit gases as the byproduct of their digestion process. The amounts of such gases in the air around SCP-7321 decreased during the autopsy. Post-Mortem Time: The larynx, lower intestine, and neural tissue of the cadaver have decayed and liquefied to a point similar to that displayed by twenty-years post-mortem specimens in similar Foundation cadaver lockers. Cause of Death: Organ failure due to blood loss caused by gunshot wounds. Addendum 7321.3: Incident Log <Begin Log, 07/10/2003, 1600 hrs> Site-400's mortuary is still. The camera is close to the face of SCP-7321, now practically undecayed. Blood slowly crawls up SCP-7321's skin and into its wounds. The ECG display shows only a flatline. Its eyes are closed. <1605 hrs> The ECG display beeps. A faint heartbeat. <1623 hrs> Security Officers Stanisław Wong and Olgierd Ortega walk into the morgue. They begin to secure the area. Wong: Shivers Ah, so this is where our air-conditioning budget went. Would it kill them to lay off a little in here? Ortega: It might, if any of these anomalous corpses wake up because they weren't preserved well enough. Wong: Could that happen? Ortega: It might. sighs. Wong: What's the matter? Ortega: I- It's nothing. Wong: No, come on, what is it? Ortega: I… I started thinking about history. How we're all so small in the face of all the time that ever was and all the time that will ever be. How we've all come from the hunter-gatherers, rising to who we are now. But it won't last long. Wong: Why's that? Ortega: Because no matter what we do, the climate's going to burn out the earth and we'll all die. Wong: Woo. Someone's pessimistic today. Ortega: It's inevitable. The laws of thermodynamics say that entropy's always going to increase as time goes on. Even this air conditioning increases the heat somewhere else. Wong: But we can stay in the air conditioning, right? Ortega: For as long as we can. But as long as we run it, we're just increasing the burst of heat that'll come when it breaks. Wong: But does it have to break? Maybe this generation will be the one to fix the climate, get it right. Ortega: I doubt it. We do what those before us did, and we can't go back and stop our forebears from messing everything up. <1640 hrs> SCP-7321's lead researcher, Dr. Pertiwi arrives, accompanied by Security Officers Minerva Mohede and Terminus Tiwa. Pertiwi: All right, folks. Wong, Ortega, leave the room, join us here in the hallway. Still no other vital signs in the patient? Ortega: Pulse, extremely weak so far; no sign of consciousness. Pertiwi: Naturally. It'll take quite some time for it to recover enough blood and organ function to become conscious. Lock the door out here; we don't know what it'll do once it wakes up. Be prepared to sound the Containment Breach alert. Wong: Yes, Ma'am. SCP-7321's eyes are closed. <1753 hrs> And then, slowly, the eyes open. The facial expression changes to peaceful, then to bittersweet triumph. SCP-7321 slowly shifts in place as if making itself comfortable. It swallows. It pulls a crayon out of its mouth and puts it in a pocket. Pertiwi (Through a speaker system): Hello, SCP-7321. Can you understand me? The door of the corpse locker unlocks, seemingly without human input. SCP-7321 gets up, limping due to open wounds on its leg, and pushes the door open. Pertiwi: SCP-7321. Please remain calm. I know you are gravely injured; provided you cooperate, we'll send in surgeons to patch you up. Just, I'm begging you, stay where you are. It climbs out of the corpse locker and crawls, backwards, towards the mortuary door. This also unlocks and swings open. Mohede: How the fuck did it do that? Tiwa: Oh god, oh god, is this it? Is this my first containment breach? Ortega: Only if we fail. Pertiwi: SCP-7321, don't go further or we will fire upon you. This is your last chance. SCP-7321 steps backwards through the threshold. The containment breach alarm blares. Ortega fires on SCP-7321, which lurches and quickly stands up. It is no longer quite as wounded, though its face grimaces in anticipation of pain. A pair of bolos suddenly manifest wrapped around Wong's legs. This manifestation is accompanied by a massive burst of heat, and Wong screams in pain and falls unconscious. Simultaneously, a duplicate set of bolos fly away from the manifestation point as if thrown, and are caught by SCP-7321, who puts the set into its pocket. As Ortega raises his firearm again after processing this, SCP-7321 jumps into a flying sidekick into Ortega's head. This knocks Ortega unconscious, though a single blow to the head should not have done so; close analysis of video at this point shows his head feeling the effects of multiple impacts slightly before and slightly after the actual kick. SCP-7321 falls down and runs backwards several meters. It then runs out of the corridor. SCP-7321: .seimene ruo gnoma deraef eb-eih2 si od nac I tsael eht ,elpoep nwo ym gnoma elbaronoh eb-na3 tonnac I fI SCP-7321 runs through the facility. Although all doors are sealed following the containment breach, they open ahead of SCP-7321. Despite the facility's inherently confusing architecture, SCP-7321 follows a reasonably efficient route to a specific facility exit. Investigation later revealed glow-in-the-dark crayon marks throughout the corridors of the entire facility, apparently following many paths other than the one SCP-7321 walked, though most had been crossed out where they forked away from SCP-7321's path. Others warned of guards nearby and very specific times they walked through the corridor; many of these were incomplete or showed signs of being written in a hurry. Pertiwi: Stop right there, SCP-7321. Dr. Pertiwi and Security Officers Mohede and Tiwa stand between SCP-7321 and an exterior door, the latter two with guns drawn. SCP-7321 freezes, its face suddenly sinking into anger, sorrow, and a deep shame. Pertiwi: Mohede, Tiwa, melt that door's unlocking mechanism. Mohede and Tiwa fire upon the wires powering the unlocking mechanism of the exterior door. SCP-7321: Same way you did. I swiped my way in. In answer to your second question, in just a few moments. SCP-7321 holds up a Level 3 identification card. Pertiwi: Now that we have some space, how did you get through all those doors- wait, that's my card! When the fuck did you take that? Pertiwi snatches the card away from SCP-7321. SCP-7321: (pointing at the melted door mechanism) You really shouldn't have done that. SCP-7321 allows Tiwa and Mohede to escort him far down the hallway, away from the broken exterior door. SCP-7321 lays itself down on the floor. It then violently stands up as an explosion4 blows the outside door off its hinges. It knocks Tiwa and Mohede off of their feet, and knocks Pertiwi, who was closer to the door, unconscious. SCP-7321 runs outside. SCP-7321: (surveying the scene in shock) .reverof ,ecargsid ot demood-nol5 m'I .on on on ,hO A previously undiscovered interdimensional Way briefly opens, and SCP-7321 jumps backwards into it. Foundation thaumaturgists have been unable to reopen this Way; the area around it, however, has since been secured. One hundred and fifty billion crayon markings were found outside the remains of this entrance, each a twelve-digit passcode combination in numerical order starting at 000 000 000 000. <End Log, 1810 hrs> Addendum 7321.4 After the events of the aforementioned incident, a glowing-red metal plaque was discovered in SCP-7321's corpse locker, reading the following: Footnotes 1. They claimed later that "Time spent in investigation of a long-dead corpse is time we wouldn't be getting paid." 2. hie-: Believed to be a prefix denoting something in the future from the point of view of forward-moving time 3. an-: Believed to be a grammatical prefix denoting something happening in a reversed flow of time. 4. Security footage revealed no source for the explosion, though analysis of the shrapnel indicates the epicenter was vaguely human-shaped. 5. 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SCP-7322 | euclid | Room 322, photographed while SCP-7322 is not in session. Item #: SCP-7322 Special Containment Procedures: The location affected by SCP-7322 is to be placed under special supervision. At least three designated spectators are to be present at all times, and are tasked with monitoring the trial and reporting any unusual occurrences or developments. Foundation-affliated members of the legal system are to ensure that no regular trials are ever scheduled to take place within the courtroom currently containing SCP-7322. Potential witnesses are to be permitted access to SCP-7322. After testifying, witnesses are to be interviewed, amnesticized, and released. Description: SCP-7322 refers to a series of ongoing legal proceedings currently taking place in Corpus Christi, Texas, USA. SCP-7322 manifests as a hallucination affecting individuals who enter Room 322 of the Adam M. Duncan Federal Building and U.S. Courthouse. Afflicted subjects report the sensation of being a spectator to a civil trial. While the specific details of the trial slightly differ based on the subject, the central participants appear consistent in every interpretation. Four characters featured in SCP-7322 have been designated as particularly noteworthy, given their importance to the trial and unusually consistent appearance when compared to their peers. Designation Name Description SCP-7322-1 “The Plaintiff” Male, in his early twenties. Appears to lack a surname. SCP-7322-2 “The Associate” Female, in her early twenties. Appears to be in a romantic relationship with the plaintiff. Rarely speaks. Appears to lack a surname. SCP-7322-3 "The Judge" Appearance unable to be discerned. SCP-7322-4 "The Defendant" Usually described as a bearded elderly man. Lacks ethnicity. SCP-7322 has been observed since 04/23/2000. Since then, the anomaly has been active from 09:00 to 14:00 every day (barring Saturdays), which exceeds the usual length of a civil trial in the United States by multiple orders of magnitude. Establishing the initial complaint of the plaintiff has proven difficult. Courtroom procedures appear to be irregular and erratic. Topics of discussion frequently change, and the subjects discussed appear to hold nearly no relation to each other. Investigations have proven mostly unsuccessful so far, with their results being limited to "the complaint appears to be related to some kind of eviction" and "the plaintiff demands some kind of readmission to a place or property". Approximately twice per week, the court will attempt to call a witness to the stand. Those witnesses are contacted through either telephone or mail, and will receive a subpoena on a particular subject, along with means of transportation1 to access SCP-7322 if they lack any. Attempts to prevent witnesses from accessing SCP-7322 have proven unsuccessful. In case that the witness passes away before they are able to attend the trial, spectators will still report them giving testimony at the trial within a week of their passing. While their appearance is virtually indistinguishable from living human beings, it should be noted that they do not leave the courtroom afterwards, with their physical corpse failing to show any anomalous behavior. Reports indicate that those witnesses appear to be unusually happy or content. An (incomplete) list of some witnesses considered to be especially noteworthy is provided below. Name Description Testimony Sangita Kanwar Seamstress currently living in Vadodare, India. Married to Avyaan Kanwar since 2006. Has three children. Her mother, a seamstress herself, introduced her to sewing at the age of four. Asked how she feels about her profession, her arranged marriage, and her general outlook on life. Asked on whether it was her own choice to become a seamstress, or if she was forced into the profession. Stated that she plans to introduce her youngest daughter to sewing as well. Vosgi Sarkissian Resident of the Republic of Armenia. Experiencing heroin use disorder since 2019. Sought by law enforcement for alleged involvement in the murder of Rafayel Panossian, who had been a known associate of Sarkissian since at least 2005.2 Questioned on his early life, his relationship with his mother, and his experiences in secondary school. Asked to recount the events and choices that led to his heroin dependency. Questioned on his motive regarding the murder of Rafayel Panossian, with Sarkissian being unable to provide one. Dr. Tymon Pietek Member of the Shepard Corps of the Horizon Initiative. Known to hold a doctorate in history. Speculated to use anomalous means to further his knowledge of theological events, especially those related to Christian mythology. [DATA EXPUNGED] Zheng Lo Software developer currently living in Chengdu, China. Employed at Qingquan Entertainment, a video game developer and publisher specializing in gacha free-to-play mobile games. Zheng is an UI designer, primarily working on front-end interfaces for in-game microtransaction stores. Asked to explain her workflow, and what methods she uses to achieve the best results. Asked to explain the concept of “dark patterns”, and how the implantation of them affected the revenue of Qingquan Entertainment. Questioned on the methods Qingquan Entertainment uses to target “whales”3. Questioned on the methods Qingquan Entertainment uses to predict purchases by those users, and how effective these methods are. Asked if she ever chose to directly target individual users. Jesús Castillo Catholic priest currently living in San Pedro, Mexico. Known for his anti-cartel engagement, which made him the target of several assassination attempts. Questioned on his religious beliefs and his social engagement. Asked if he thinks that his actions made a substantial difference. Questioned on the factors that may lead an individual to choose to commit criminal acts, and if it was a fundamental part of human nature or a conscious decision. Asked if "another six thousand years would be enough to get the job done".4 Dr. Johnathan King Mathematician currently employed by the SCP Foundation. Specializes in noncommutative and projective geometry. Known for his work on SCP-4314. Asked to describe the size, tactile feel, and visual appeal of an average apple. Asked on whether he would accept one if he was offered one. The testimony went on for a total of eleven hours, being by far the longest out of all testimonies observed so far. Markos Angelis Professor of Zoology at the University of Athens. Published several influential papers on serpentology. Questioned on the dexterity and intelligence of Dolichophis jugularis5. Asked if members of that species are capable of actions resembling deception or fraud. Asked if members of that species are capable of plucking an apple and presenting it to another person. UPDATE 04/17/2022: Foundation observers report that the trial is drawing to a close, with both the plaintiff and the defendant beginning to conclude their arguments. Intel indicates that the trial is likely to be decided in favor of the plaintiff. + TS/7322/EYES ONLY - ACCESS GRANTED “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” Six thousand years. Now, it ends. I'm under the assumption that we lack the means to stop SCP-7322 from concluding within the next five years. Given our current knowledge of it, I would oppose intervention either way. Thank you for everything. - O5-7 Footnotes 1. E.g. Plane tickets, rideshare vouchers, and so on. 2. It is unclear how Sarkissian was able to access SCP-7322, given his active warrant and lack of means to enter the United States. Attempts to question him on that matter have proven inconclusive, with his explanation frequently changing and bordering on being nonsensical. 3. Individual users who spend a disproportionately large amount of money on the game. 4. After the testimony, both Castillo and his purported biography have been extensively analysed and ruled to be non-anomalous. 5. Black whipsnake. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7322" by Nephritis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7322. 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: https://tile.loc.gov/image-services/iiif/service:pnp:highsm:36500:36542/full/pct:6.25/0/default.jpg Author: Carol M. 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SCP-7323 | safe | SCP-7323 Proposed Revisions Incident Reports ⚠WARNING⚠ YOU ARE VIEWING AN ARCHIVED VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT. FOR SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES, VIEW THE MOST RECENT VERSION. SCP-7323 in containment. Item #: SCP-7323 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7323 is housed in the small animal wing of the Carson Live Animal Research Facility (CLARF) in Research Sector 27. Its enclosure is a commercial 32x21x63 inch flight cage with 1/2 inch bar spacing. It is equipped with food and water bowls that can be removed and refilled without opening the enclosure. Bottlebrush and manzanita wood perches in various widths are provided and replaced as needed. Area lighting mimics the day to night cycle with a minimum of 12 hours of darkness. A faint light source should be provided at night, to prevent accidental injury. Food and water bowls are cleaned with F10 veterinary disinfectant once per day. No other cleaning products or chemicals may be used in the room containing SCP-7323's enclosure. Paper cage liners are changed daily, and droppings are handled in accordance with CLARF’s anomalous biowaste procedures. SCP-7323's diet consists of 25% high-quality seed blend, 25% dandelion greens, and 50% pelleted supplement. SCP-7323 will not always accept pellets, and different brands should be introduced as necessary. Fresh water and a source of food should be maintained in the enclosure at all times. SCP-7323 is supplied with no less than three enrichment items (raffia, paper, balsa wood, and stainless steel are acceptable materials) at all times. Mirrors, metals other than stainless steel, and cotton fibers should be avoided. SCP-7323 is offered baths on a weekly basis in the form of a spray bottle with cool water. Caretakers should only proceed with spraying if a bathing response is observed. Physical contact with SCP-7323 is not permitted outside of laboratory settings. Staff assigned to SCP-7323 as caretakers follow a rotating schedule and standard CLARF distancing procedures to minimize the risk of attachment and psychological distress for both the animal and facility staff. An avian veterinarian with Level 3 clearance must be in attendance when research is conducted with SCP-7323. Description: SCP-7323 has the appearance of an adult male budgerigar (Melopsittacus undulatus) with the sky blue recessive pied morphology (retaining the black eyes and pink cere of a juvenile bird) that is found exclusively in domesticated budgerigars. SCP-7323 has displayed no physical features, behaviors, or vocalizations that are atypical for this widely-studied species. As of 07/03/2023, SCP-7323 has succumbed to undiagnosed afflictions and died on four occasions. Three of these deaths have been observed and recorded in a controlled setting. Its body has been observed progressing through the stages of algor mortis and rigor mortis. Before the onset of livor mortis, SCP-7323 returns to an undecayed, living, and active state. Whether this transformation is a localized temporal reversal, a transmogrification, or an entirely different phenomenon is unknown at this time. Postmortem recordings of SCP-7323 cut immediately from the image of a dead bird to the image of a living bird, creating the same visual effect as a deliberate edit. In-person observation does not alter this phenomenon in any way. All observers have reported the sight of a prone, dead bird instantaneously replaced by the sight of an active, living bird. All iterations of SCP-7323 appear physically identical; however, SCP-7323's vocalizations and personality vary significantly in each iteration. Two iterations of SCP-7323 have been observed imitating human vocalizations that were not learned from interactions with its caretakers or research staff. Iteration 1 +Open File -Close File Note: Descriptions of this iteration were obtained from interviews with MaryAnn █████ and cannot be considered official. Lifespan: Unknown. Reportedly lived in the civilian’s home for 6 years after being found on her porch. Characteristics: Friendly and highly interactive. MaryAnn described the bird accompanying her everywhere in the house. She never purchased a bird cage, and the bird slept on top of her kitchen cupboards at night. Its diet was a mixture of seed, vegetables, and some human food (in MaryAnn’s words, “You could not eat spaghetti in peace without Mr. Pasta Police getting his share”). Vocalizations: According to MaryAnn, after living in her home for three months, the bird began to imitate a masculine voice saying, “C’mere bud” and “Where’s MY beer?”. As is typical of psittacines with imitative abilities, these phrases would be variously reconfigured as, “C’mere beer”, “Where’s my bud?”, etc. After living a longer time in her home, she described the animal vocalizing, “Who’s a good bird?” and “Iiiiiit’s pasta time” in an imitation of her voice. This was variously reconfigured as, “Who’s a good pasta?”, “C’mere good bird”, “C’mere pasta”, and “Where’s MY pasta?”. Death: Sudden, causes unknown. MaryAnn described finding the bird in the morning, on top of a cupboard, with rigor mortis already setting in. She placed the body in the refrigerator inside a paper bag. When asked why, she explained, “I was just so upset. It was so sudden, and I didn’t know what to do. I’d heard something about vets being able to— you know— look at a pet that died, to tell you what happened. Oh, truthfully, though, I just couldn’t bear the thought of him being under the ground. Not when he’d just been with me.” Revivification: MaryAnn was alerted to the bird’s state by the sound of wingbeats and vocalizations inside her closed refrigerator. She described hastily opening it and removing the bird. This phenomenon came to the Foundation’s attention when MaryAnn related her astonishment to a friend, who happened to be Foundation personnel. She expressed, "I'm just so grateful to have him back with me." Notice of Failure to Follow Protocol & Disciplinary Action It has come to light in Agent ██████'s field report and in a complaint registered by his field partner, Agent C███, that amnesticization protocols were not properly observed in the course of this retrieval. Instead, Agent ██████ overruled the concerns of his partner and offered Ms. M. █████ the explanation that the animal had developed an extreme allergy to something in her home, and it would need to be immediately rehomed to prevent another “seizure”. Ms. M. █████ accepted this explanation and voluntarily surrendered the anomaly to Foundation custody. Agent ██████ went so far as to offer updates about the animal’s condition. It is difficult to do what we do and retain Agent ██████’s degree of empathy. He is not being disciplined for having a heart. However, his actions in the field were a clear and egregious breach of protocol. When a civilian has personally observed an anomalous event, and they recall that event with any degree of clarity, they must be amnesticized. Full stop. There are no “ifs” in this scenario, and, as a six-year veteran in the field, Agent █████ was fully aware of that. He has been suspended from active duty, effective immediately. Further disciplinary action may be taken pending an official inquiry. Emergency amnesticization measures were initiated within a 24-hour period and successfully completed. Director Able Jacobs Iteration 2 +Open File -Close File Lifespan: Two years and 12 days Characteristics: Initially fearful of humans, especially hands. After approximately three months time, this wariness eased to toleration of human proximity and, eventually, handling. SCP-7323 showed consistent, positive engagement in intelligence tests when high-value food items (spray millet) were offered. SCP-7323 would participate in almost any test, regardless of its prior wariness, if it detected the presence of this food. Its actual performance on intelligence tests scored in the low to average range (compared to studies of non-anomalous budgerigars), but its determination was notable. SCP-7323 did not show the preference for human interaction of its previous iteration, but it was observed to seek out physical attention to its cheek and head area during testing. Vocalizations: Surveillance records zero instances of caretakers or research staff articulating the words, “Love you” to the bird, but its first and only imitative vocalization was the quiet repetition of this phrase. Note: Human caretakers are barred from physically interacting with but not from speaking to SCP-7323. Enclosure recordings show that every human caretaker, without exception, has responded with some variation of, “Love you, too” to SCP-7323's vocalizations. This is not, at present, considered an anomalous effect. Death: SCP-7323 succumbed to what appeared to be the symptoms of renal failure (extreme polyuria, increasing lethargy, and signs of gout), despite routine blood tests never indicating elevated levels of uric acid or other abnormalities. Atypically, it never exhibited a decrease in appetite and enjoyed free access to its favorite food until its last moments. Note: Researcher Clark has requested permission to order a necropsy of SCP-7323 before revivification, in order to learn if its abnormal lack of disease signifiers is also reflected internally. Head Researcher Greenwood has refused permission for this test, on the basis that it may disrupt SCP-7323's anomalous cycle, which is still in the early stages of observation and poorly understood. Revivification: SCP-7323 returned to a living and active state approximately thirty minutes after death, inside its enclosure. The challenge of describing or recording this phenomenon with exactness was noted for the first time. Iteration 3: +Open File -Close File Lifespan: 56 days Characteristics: While physically identical to its previous iterations, SCP-7323 had the decreased energy and limited range of motion of an elderly bird. Changes were made to its enclosure to accommodate its limited mobility. Despite these signs of decline, SCP-7323 showed greater problem-solving abilities in intelligence tests than any of its prior iterations. It showed a dislike of being handled and no interest in physical affection; however, it frequently seated itself on researchers’ heads or shoulders when it lost interest in participating in tests, where it would unavoidably defecate. Vocalizations: Unusually for a budgerigar (but not unprecedented), SCP-7323 had an extensive vocabulary of whistles but imitated very few words. This behavior is more commonly seen in domesticated cockatiels. SCP-7323 was frequently observed to whistle the opening theme of the 1960s television program, The Andy Griffith Show, as well as the opening theme of the 2010s animated television series Adventure Time. It was never exposed to these melodies or to music resembling these melodies. The only words SCP-7323 would imitate were a slightly garbled version of the lyrics to the song, “Bacon Pancakes”, composed by Rebecca Sugar for the series Adventure Time. The only fragments it seemed capable of imitating were, “bakin pankik bakin bakin pankik”, which it would repeat rapidly when showing signs of excitement. Tests have been attempted to determine if SCP-7323 can recall vocalizations that were known to its previous iterations, but these have so far been unsuccessful. Death: SCP-7323 died in its sleep, with no signs of distress. Revivification: The phenomenon occurred within one minute of SCP-7323's death, while it was still being handled by the researcher confirming its death and state of decay. The researcher stated, “I had a dead budgie in my hands. I had a living budgie in my hands. I don’t remember a twitch or a movement or anything that made me think, “Here goes, it’s coming back to life! Then it bit me.” Iteration 4: +Open File -Close File Lifespan: 6 months and four days Characteristics: SCP-7323 exhibited the fearfulness and aversion to human interaction of a completely untamed bird. Testing was limited to what could be performed without removing SCP-7323 from its enclosure. SCP-7323 had a strong aversion to pellets regardless of brand, and would meticulously remove them from its bowl and drop them on the floor. Vocalizations: No imitative vocalizations and few typical vocalizations (chattering, singing) were observed. Death: SCP-7323 died abruptly of apparent heart failure while undergoing its first routine physical examination. Dr. Finchly, the attending avian veterinarian, noted that deaths like these were, “Sadly not uncommon in my former practice. When I was a civilian, I worked as an exotic vet for ten years. Occasionally those small birds— especially the ones that, you know, hadn’t been well cared for, or just had genetic issues— they would die in my hands on their first visit. It honestly made me leery of working with the little guys.” Revivification: SCP-7323 returned to a living and active state approximately two hours after death, inside its enclosure. It immediately climbed the bars to reach its food bowl and, upon finding it empty, emitted a series of loud, chiding trills. Iteration 5 (Current): +Open File -Close File Lifespan: Ongoing. 1 year and seven months at time of recording. Characteristics: Highly active and curious with some tendency toward aggression. SCP-7323 expresses a strong dislike of deep-voiced persons with facial hair, and caretakers and research staff have been rescheduled accordingly. SCP-7323 devotes considerable amorous attention to shiny objects of all kinds. Food and water bowls have been mattified with sandpaper per Dr. Finchly's advice to avoid stimulating excessive regurgitation. SCP-7323 so far shows limited food motivation or interest in performing problem-solving tests, instead becoming exclusively focused on the test objects and participants. Vocalizations: SCP-7323, more than any previous iterations, sings and chatters in typical budgerigar fashion almost constantly. It currently imitates no human vocalizations but has learned to mimic the various “beeps” and mechanical noises it hears in the laboratory. Update 07/01/2023: A caretaker has taught SCP-7323 to vocalize, “C’mere cutie!” This is the first instance of SCP-7323 imitating human vocalizations it has heard in containment. SCP-7323 employs this vocalization very frequently, especially when excited by a shiny object or the presence of well-manicured nails. Note: The research team is considering allowing a non-anomalous male budgerigar to share SCP-7323's enclosure. Social enrichment is an essential part of a budgerigar’s well-being. Complications include the unpredictability of SCP-7323 compatibility with the same companion over time and the possibility of provoking additional, unpredictable anomalous phenomena. Breeding has been discussed but is not being considered at this time. Head Researcher Joanne Greenwood Chris Clark TO: Able Jacobs CC: Arthur Krulwich Per our discussion, enclosed is a proposal for the immediate revision of SCP-7323’s containment procedures, which includes the removal of Dr. Joanne Greenwood as head researcher on this case. Dr. Arthur Krulwich, CLARF’s senior integrated mental health specialist, and Researcher Chris Clark, who has participated in the observation and testing of SCP-7323 since its containment, are submitting this proposal in the wake of numerous suspicious incidents which we believe to be related to SCP-7323. We are proposing that the anomaly has an as-yet undescribed ability to influence the cognitive processes and emotional states of humans— specifically, humans who have interacted with it within eight hours before its death or eight hours after its revivification. We believe the evidence presented here demonstrates that Dr. Greenwood has been negligent in her duties and, regrettably, may herself be under the influence of SCP-7323. Revised Special Containment Procedures: The enclosure size will be reduced, and enclosure features simplified to eliminate the need for caretaker interaction. An enclosure measuring 18x18x18 inches is considered standard and humane for non-anomalous birds of SCP-7323’s size. Food and water bowls will be replaced by an automated seed and water dispenser that can be refilled remotely. Disposal of paper cage liners will be automated. Lighting will be maintained as described. Other procedures described in the original document are considered nonessential or potentially hazardous. Revised Description: SCP-7323 is a cognition hazard. Evidence collected between 02/08/2021 and 07/03/2023 suggests that humans who have interacted with SCP-7323 within 8 hours of its death or revivification show signs of increased empathy toward and desire to care for SCP-7323, a psychological effect which eventually develops into emotions of distress or nostalgia and, finally, the recollection of false memories. These false memories invariably take the form of an animal that has died. Addendum 7323-A +Open File -Close File Note: The enclosed transcript is an excerpt from a therapy session between Dr. Krulwich and Agent C. X█████. The expectation of doctor-patient confidentiality is here superseded by Foundation regulations concerning suspected anomalous cognitive influence. Agent C was relocated to CLARF to serve as a Field Agent after a three-month hiatus following a traumatic event in the field, during which Agent C was witness to the deaths of several colleagues. His exposure to SCP-7323 occurred during the anomaly's retrieval— he was driving the vehicle and maintaining area security and was, by his account, not witness to Agent ██████'s failure to observe amnesticization protocols. Dr. K: In a sense, it’s your job to make sense of things. You’d walk into a broken puzzle and have to put the pieces together as quickly as possible, usually in life-threatening conditions. You’re wired to put pieces together. Agent C: Yeah, that’s— heh. I’ve never thought of it that way, before. I can repeat that stuff, “You’re not to blame”— I can think about it logically, but none of that changes how I feel. Thinking of that feeling as— as a way I’m programmed to think. That helps, I guess. Dr. K: It’s a natural impulse. That’s what makes it so hard to work against it. Agent C: [ Nods. ] You know— ah. That hasn’t been— what actually happened that day hasn’t actually been the hardest thing to deal with. [ Pauses. Fidgets. ] It feels like— that isn’t where the guilt sits, if that makes sense. Dr. K: How do you mean? Agent C: [ Sighs and leans back. Raises his hands to his face; drops them to his lap. ] It was my dog. My dog— that same day. I went home, and she’d died. Dr. K: [ Leans forward, frowning. ] Agent C: Didn’t have anything to do with the mission. Nothing at all. She was old— a rescue. Pits, you know, there are so many of them in the shelters. Stupid biases. She was my sweet girl. Never, never a hint of anything from her but sweetness. She even had a big smile. [ Agent C smiles. ] She had some signs of a heart condition, but she was on medication. I wasn’t— I had no way of knowing. I didn’t expect to find her like that. After everything else. [ Raises his head to meet Dr. K’s gaze. ] I’m ashamed that I remember that day more for her death than for the suffering and deaths of people on my own team. I didn’t shed a tear for them. I felt— locked up. Like— [ Laughs, dryly. ] Like I didn’t have the clearance to access my own fucking emotions. But with her, when I saw her like that. [ Places a hand over his heart. ] It’s like I broke open. Dr. K: [ Nods. ] Agent C: Did she struggle? Was she in pain? [ Voice affected by strong emotion. ] Did she look for help, for me, and wonder why I wasn’t there for her? [ A sharp breath. ] My team knew I was there— if nothing else, they knew. She— I. I’ve wondered if every time you leave, some part of a dog wonders if you’re ever coming back. And that’s why [ Sounds of strong emotion. ] — ah. Hah. [ Sniffs. Wipes face. ] That’s why they’re always so glad to see you. Dr. K: [ Speaking slowly, with caution. ] You've never shared this before. Agent C: Ah, you know. [ Shrugs. ] Something about this civilian we met a bit ago. We had to take her pet— you know how it is. When you see that connection. I wondered— I had that same thought. Is it going to wait for her, too? Is it going to wonder why she isn't coming? [ Shakes his head. ] But that's the job. Dunno if birds are even that smart. Indicators of Anomalous Influence Agent C has never before, in any mental health session, mentioned having a dog or the death of a pet. No reference to a dog or pet could be found in any of his correspondences. The apartment complex in which Agent C lived at the reported time of his dog's death did not permit the pitbull breed. Addendum 7323-B +Open File -Close File Note: The enclosed transcript is an excerpt from surveillance footage of CLARF's onsite archives. Assistant Researcher M. D████ was observed crying in the Archivist's office. Her exposure to SCP-7323 was ongoing, as she was present for the majority of tests conducted after the anomaly's retrieval. Archivist: Oh, sweetie. [ Sits next to Ms. M and placed a hand on her back. ] Ms. M: [ Voice broken by sobs. ] Oh, gosh, I'm sorry— [ Short laugh. ] —it's just seeing that little guy. Y-you've seen the file, but I don't think you've seen him. The sweetest little budgie. Sometimes. [ Laughs again, sobs. ] Sometimes he's sweet. He did th-that crazy thing again today, just "pop" alive. Archivist: And that… made you… sad? Ms. M: [ Laughs. ] Ahh— yeah, it did. [ Voice affected by strong emotion. ] Oh, I— I just thought about my little bird. I had a bird. She was a budgie, too. She had a y-yellow head and this little patch of blue on the back of her neck shaped just like a bow. She was m-my very first pet— I was in my first apartment, I was— [ Sobs. ] I was just so excited— to bring her home. Archivist: Oh— [ Sighs. Rubs Ms. M's back. ] Sweetheart. Ms. M: I'd been reading for m-months about how to take care of them. I'd saved up for everything. I made a little s-sign for her cage out of colored paper. And when I saw her— [ Sniffs. ] I— I loved her right away. Archivist: She didn't make it? Ms. M: [ Deep sob. ] I n-never knew what happened. [ Sobs. ] I'd gotten rid of all the chemicals in my house. All the candles, even— even my favorite ones. Changed all m-my pans. I don't know— what happened— she was just gone. Boom. [ Sobbing. Inaudible. ] I just looked at her— I looked at her, and I knew, but I was waiting for her to get up. To make a noise. So when I saw that little guy get— get up today… [ Loud sobbing. Inaudible ] Archivist: She was— what? Ms. M: She was going to b-be with me for years. [ Sob. ] She was— she was going to be my best friend. Indicators of Anomalous Influence Ms. M's social media accounts indicate that she currently has a pet bird. In videos and image captions, she has described this animal as her first pet. Addendum 7323-C +Open File -Close File Note: The enclosed transcript is an excerpt from surveillance footage of a staff locker area accessible to staff with clearance levels 0 and higher. Mx. J. A████████ and Mr. W. S██████, both Containment Specialists, are conversing about SCP-7323. Only Mx. J is known to have been exposed to SCP-7323; during their rounds, they observed the expiration of iteration 3. Mr. W: Hey, do you know why the fuck what's-his-name wants to make that skip’s cage smaller? Mx. J: Not a clue. Politics. I’m thinking of putting a word in. Seemed weird to you too, huh? Mr. W: Kinda fucked up if there isn’t a reason, right? People always put those parakeets in cages that are too small. Mx. J: Right? My grandma had one— never put it in a cage at all. Mr. W: I’m soft about the little dudes, honestly. They were always joking about, like, birds dying or being eaten by cats in cartoons, you know? Don’t you fucking laugh at me! Mx. J: [ Laugh. Slaps Mr. W on the back. ] No, listen! Shit! This is why I talk to you, man, for real. I know exactly what you mean. In second grade I got in trouble for yelling at the teacher— we had these little boxes of short stories with little quizzes that went with them, you know? There was this one about a snake— a cobra, I think? And this old man would put out a bowl of milk for the snake— Mr. W: The fuck is a snake drinking milk— Mx. J: — I don’t know! But the snake died! The guy puts out the milk, and the snake never comes, and I yelled at my teacher for giving me the story. [ Laugh. Shakes head. ] Even at that age, I knew I couldn’t cry in front of the other kids. So I yelled. Damn. Got me unpacking all that toxic masculinity stuff. But it just made me wonder— was the snake sad? Was it trying to get there, to the man? Mr. W: My thing used to be lizards. Mx. J: Lizards? Mr. W: Yeah, you know, it’s Florida. Sometimes you find ‘em all, like, crispy and mummified-looking in corners. Mx. J: Oh, for sure. Mr. W: Really creeped me out. Made me think about dying that way— lost crawling around in a huge, huge place with no grass or bugs or stuff I recognized. I’d always bury them in the yard. Never told anyone that— not even my mom. Mx. J: You did that— [ Claps Mr. W on the shoulder; leans down to look them in the eye. ] — ‘cause you’re a good dude. [ Both laugh. ] Indicators of Anomalous Influence According to publicly available records, Mx. J's maternal grandmother died before they were born. Their paternal grandmother died when they were not quite two years old. It seems unlikely that they would recall these details from such a young age. No record of the short story Mx. J is describing could be found. It is notable that Mx. J, who has assisted in the design and installation of containment enclosures for more than five years, would make their first objection to performing duties as required in this particular case. Able Jacobs TO: Chris Clark; Arthur Krulwich Revised special containment procedures are approved. Dr. Greenwood has, predictably, presented her own rebuttals to this proposal and to the evidence provided. She will be maintained as the Head Researcher on this case on the condition that she consents to a new psychological screening and accepts the revised procedures. Addendum 7323-D +Open File -Close File Note: The enclosed transcript is an excerpt from a recorded meeting between Director Jacobs and Dr. Greenwood. Following this conversation, Dr. Greenwood's status as Head Researcher and her personnel classification were updated to their current status. Dr. J: [ Sighs heavily. ] Yes, I agree that some of the evidence appears to be— open to interpretation. What concerns me is something that you said, Dr. Greenwood. Dr. Krulwich said that, during your interview, he proposed that the discomfort of one creature, if it is necessary to achieve our mission, is worthwhile. According to him, you said something to the effect of, “I’m not sure that it is”. Dr G: That’s right, Able. Dr. J: [ Sighs again; pinches his brow. ] That concerns me, Joanne. That isn’t rational. Dr. G: Able… Dr. J [ Lowers his hand; looks up. ] Hm? Dr. G What Is It Like to Be a Bat? Dr. J: [ Leans back; appears to be uncomfortable. ] What? Dr. G: What is it like for a bat to be a bat? Dr. J: [ Stares at Dr. Greenwood, speechless. ] Dr. G: [ Laugh dryly. ] My God, Able, it’s been required reading for researchers here since the 1980s. Wondering how another creature feels, caring about how it feels— that’s normal. Not anomalous. It’s normal. Even here. Dr. J: We’re not arguing about whether or not living things should be treated humanely. We’re discussing when that concern crosses a line. Dr. G: Funny how it’s always acceptable to cross the line in the direction away from empathy. Dr. J: [ Smooths the papers on his desk in an agitated motion. ] Frankly, Joanne, I don’t think that’s a fair characterization of what we do here. I think we place primacy on empathy-centered practices. I think that— in no small part because of our collaboration— we've built a culture of humane and ethical treatment that puts some sites to shame. And, truly, the brunt of my concern here is for your well-being. Dr. G: I’m not accepting the revisions. [ Crosses her arms and leans back. ] And that’s not a symptom of being mind-controlled by a parakeet, Able. It’s a symptom of “walking ahead into the darkness”. Of realizing maybe I stuck with this job 15 years longer than I should have. Dr. J: [ Crosses his arms, mirroring Dr. Greenwood. ] Is that right? Well “my tears at the bitter injustice dry when I begin to perceive the terrible justice of reality, and to accept it.” Dr. G: [ Laughs; makes the gesture of applause. ] Dr. J: I did the reading. [ Mutters. ] Just because I don’t remember the bat thing… Regardless, I'm still struggling to accept that the catalyst for your abrupt retirement is a bird, if it even is a bird. A bird that is far from the most complex or most intelligent… Dr. G: [ Muttering. ] What is it like— ? Dr. J: …or most intelligent psittacine. [ Bumps his fist against the desk. ] We’re not talking about a motherless child locked in a toolshed. Dr. G: [ Places her hands behind her head. ] No. We’re not talking about that in this meeting. Not presently. Dr. J: [ Makes a gesture of exasperation. ] Is this really about Clark? Clark pissing over your property line? Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong? Dr. G: Oh, no. [ Shakes head; lowers arms. ] This is hardly the first time a man with fewer professional credentials and a chip on his shoulder has overruled me. Dr. J: [ Gapes. ] I— Joanne, after twenty years of working together, of having nothing but the highest esteem and trust in your— Dr. G: [ Waves a hand, dismissively. ] I shouldn’t have said that. Forget it. It isn't about this case. It isn't about this anomaly. It isn't about Clark. I've just realized that it's my time, and I'm done. We’re going to agree to disagree, and you’re going to do whatever you think needs to be done. ⚠CONTAINMENT BREACH⚠ 08/04/23 At 9:35 AM EST on 10/28/23, it was observed that the automated seed dispenser in SCP-7323's enclosure had jammed and was no longer dispensing food. A maintenance staff worker was dispatched to resolve the issue. The worker enters the room containing SCP-7323's enclosure at 10:44 AM EST. They begin work disassembling an external component of the feeding system. While crossing from their tool chest back to the enclosure, the worker appears to stumble and fall, catching themselves by placing a hand on the dispenser. The dispenser is wrenched by this sudden motion, and a gap of approximately 3x3 inches appears where the dispenser was joined to the enclosure. SCP-7323 flies immediately to this opening and climbs through it, appearing to fly up and to the right, out of view of the security camera. RECOVERY ATTEMPT 08/04/23 The room in which SCP-7323’s enclosure is located should have been sealed by the maintenance worker upon entry. An alarm will sound if a containment area door has been opened and not sealed within 30 seconds. Either the door was not sealed, and the alarm malfunctioned, or the door was sealed, and SCP-7323 breached containment by some other means. The room of SCP-7323’s enclosure is one of several that features a narrow clerestory window, but it is not designed to be opened and closed, and was found still sealed upon investigation. These are the only two openings in the room. SCP-7323 was equipped with a subcutaneous tracking device upon retrieval. Due to some error in the way the device was embedded, a malfunction of the tracking equipment, or possible anomalous interference, the device did not initially register the anomaly’s location. No staff reported sightings of SCP-7323 in the small animal wing. Three hours after containment was breached, the tracking device located SCP-7323 close to CLARF’s outermost security gates. After approximately four minutes, the signal was lost for a second time. RECOVERY ATTEMPT 2 09/25/23 At 5:04 AM EST, the signal indicating SCP-7323’s location was regained. There was no indication of movement. The location was identified as a small, low-income neighborhood outside L██████████ Wildlife Refuge. Agents pinpointed the signal to the backyard of a mobile home. The device was retrieved from under less than one foot of soil, inside a pink shoe box, wrapped in a birthday napkin. No trace of SCP-7323 was recovered. INCIDENT 7323-A 09/26/23 A suspicious document was found pinned to a corkboard in an unsurveilled break room accessible to staff with clearance levels 2 and higher. The document is a typed recreation of a work by “Nael” from 826DC’s 2016 anthology of poems by children, You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words. The original poem reads: The tiger He destroyed his cage Yes YES The tiger is out In this instance, the word “tiger” has been replaced by a drawing of a bird in flight. Researcher Clark has pointed to this document as evidence that SCP-7323's breach of containment was the result of sabotage on the part of CLARF staff, probably influenced by the anomaly. Investigation of this incident is ongoing. NOTE: Concerning Dr. Joanne Greenwood +Open File -Close File As of 07/03/2024, Dr. Greenwood's Class E status has been declared resolved by Director Jacobs. She is currently under Level 3 surveillance, which requires notification but does not require consent. She has taken a part-time job as an archivist at a nearby community college and, in addition, receives a (partial) retirement stipend and benefits from the Foundation. She has adopted four budgerigars from a local parrot rescue. |
SCP-7324 | keter | Like the virginal blood that flows from a woman the first time she is penetrated — only much tastier. And much cheaper. 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A majority of individuals who know of SCP-7324 are either unaware of its properties or already part of groups which make their claims appear dubious. The ability to monitor all establishments utilizing food service in the continental United States is beyond the capability of the Foundation. As such, the External Affairs Department and the Foundation's internal Intelligence Agency will economically pressure as many of these establishments into joining the Foundation's surveillance body as possible. Most of the major food service corporations have been accounted for, with some exceptions, but a number of small or independent businesses have also yet to be assimilated. Suppressing information on SCP-7324 itself, while technically possible, is not yet a priority due to the relatively small size of the population aware of it. Selected photographs of SCP-7324. Efforts are currently focused on investigating illicit substance trading in the anomalous underground, particularly pertaining to associations with The Coca-Cola Company or Keurig Dr. Pepper, Inc. Para-criminals in the custody of the Foundation or allied organizations, specifically incarcerated for the selling or creation of anomalous drugs — particularly narcotics or performance-enhancing drugs — are to be routinely brought in for questioning by the SCP-7324 containment group. Any individual who exposes information pertaining to its usage will be given full immunity in their further proceedings. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7324 is a drink item served in restaurants and entertainment centers across the continental United States of America, though primarily within the region known as the Deep South. SCP-7324 can be ordered at any restaurant as long as the individual ordering knows the item's exact name, with variations from location to location. Usually, SCP-7324 is made with the following ingredients: 3/4 cup (177 g) of whole milk; 3 large scoops of strawberry ice cream; 4 teaspoons of strawberry syrup; 3 teaspoons of syrup; A full cup of sugar sweetener; Sprite or Starry soft drinks; A tablespoon of vanilla extract; Whipped cream; Sprinkles. All the ingredients are then placed in a blender, and blended for 30 seconds to a minute. It is typically chilled in a freezer or refrigerator afterwards, though the exact time and machine used to do so varies, if the mixture is chilled at all. At this point, the ingredients coalesce into the ordered item, SCP-7324. Foreword: The following log was taken via CCTV from a McDonald's in Gulfport, Mississippi. It demonstrates the process of ordering SCP-7324. <Begin Log> [A father and daughter sit at a booth near the front of the establishment. The father has his wallet out on the table in front of him and is sorting through change. The daughter runs around the lobby. Aside from two employees visible near the back, the location is otherwise empty.] [The daughter runs towards her father and grabs his knee. He drops his change back on the table, scattering them. He freezes up, but then laughs, leaning over the side of the table to look at her.] Father: Hey there. Can I help you? [The daughter hits his knee with her open palm, then climbs onto the seat beside him. She leans back and forth. He follows suit. She abruptly stops, as does he.] Daughter: Could I. Father: Could you? [The daughter's face scrunches.] Father: Sorry, sorry. Go on. [She looks down at the pile of change, then back up at him. She puts her palms together in a silent clapping motion.] Daughter: Could we get the shake? Please? [The father's smile falters. He grimaces, looking down at the change, then back at her face.] Father: Well, hon, money is a little tight right now. Daughter: Please? I'll order it myself. Father: [He laughs.] Everywhere we go, you want that shake. Are you sure? Daughter: I'm sure, I'm sure— I'll never ask for anything ever again. Father: Even on your birthday? Daughter: Until my birthday? [He leans back in thought, scratching his chin and puffing out his lips. He looks around the restaurant. She giggles, watching. He looks down at her, then leans forward, smiling.] Father: It's a deal. Here. [He hands her a 20 dollar bill.] You remember what it's called? Daughter: The, the super-strawberry-surprise-shake. Father: Very good. Make sure you say it a little bit slower when you get up there, okay? Daughter: Okay. Thank you, thank you, thank you… [She continues mumbling as she takes the 20 dollar bill. She climbs out of the booth, then runs around the side of the lobby up towards the front counter. An employee stands there, tapping at the screen of the register. The employee looks up as the daughter approaches.] Employee: Aw, hi. Come back for a second round? Daughter: Nuh-uh. I want to order a shake. [The employee begins tapping at the screen of the register again. She looks back up at the daughter.] Employee: Sure thing, sweetheart. What kind of shake? Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, uh, mint… Daughter: The— the— the, um, Super Strawberry Surprise Shake. Um. Please. Employee: Uh-huh, uh-huh… [The employee types in the order. She then takes off her hat, wiping her forehead, before putting it back on.] Employee: That'll be 15 dollars, please. [The daughter hands her the 20 dollar bill. The employee then places it in the register; she then produces a 5 dollar bill, handing it back to the daughter. The daughter seems surprised.] Employee: That'll be coming right up. Thank you for your patronage. <End Log> Foreword: The following log was taken via CCTV footage from a Spicy Crust Pizza in Apopache, Texas. Notably, Foundation front-companies are capable of supplying SCP-7324 to customers, despite employees not being trained in its creation. The following log demonstrates differences in the creation of SCP-7324 between locations. The ingredients and methods used to create SCP-7324 within Spicy Crust Pizza parlors will be included in the log. <Begin Log> [A group of teenagers enter the restaurant, giggling and speaking inaudibly. Aside from the employee behind the counter, and a family sitting silently in a corner booth, the parlor is empty.] Employee: [Ze smiles.] Hi, welcome to Spicy Crust Pizza. Just letting you know, we do close in 30 minutes— if I can get you started with anything, let me know. Teenager 1: Yeah, alright. Teenager 3: Thanks. [The group sits in a booth nearby the family, chatting amongst themselves. Teenager 4 and 5 look through Teenager 6's phone with her. They are on Spicy Crust Pizza's digital menu. They point at items, look at each other for approval, then nod.] [Teenager 1 waves at the employee. Ze stares back, confused. She waves again, then makes a "come here" motion. Ze sighs and comes out from the back of the counter, walking up to their booth.] Employee: Hey, everyone. What can I get for you? Teenager 6: Um, we, [She gestures to Teenagers 4 and 6.] are gonna get a large Dinosaur's Delight. Employee: Mhm. [Ze turns to Teenagers 1-3.] Teenager 2: I'll have the vegan pizza on naan, with extra sauce. Employee: Mhm. Teenager 3: I want the, uh. A pepperoni pizza with extra spicy crust. Employee: Mhm. [Ze produces a notepad, and begins writing their orders down in pencil. Ze glances back up, and smiles.] Employee: Will that be all? [Teenager 1, on the far end of the table, almost hidden behind the rest of the group, raises her hand.] Employee: Oh, uh, yeah? Yes? Teenager 1: I'll have the Super Strawberry Surprise Shake. [The group begins to laugh, woop, and holler, some even banging on the table and screaming. Teenager 4 hides her face in embarrassment, while Teenagers 2 and 5 grab each other, shaking one another. Teenager 1 straightens herself, smiling proudly to the group. The employee stares at them in confusion. The family behind them collectively looks up; their young son smiles.] Employee: Uh. [Ze writes on the notepad.] Yeah, sure. I'll be right back with your food. [The group returns to whispering to one another or playing on their phones. The family behind them finishes their meal and throws away their items, as well as the trays they were served on. The employee does not notice this as ze turns away, going behind the counter towards the kitchen. There are two chefs there.] Employee: Hey. [One of the chefs leaves out the back door, lighting a cigarette. The remaining chef glares at the employee.] Chef: You can't be fucking serious. Employee: I know. I know. Chef: We close in 30 minutes. Employee: I know. I'm sorry. [The chef sighs, and holds out her hand. Ze hands the notepad paper to her, but she snatches it away. She reads it, then scowls, shaking her head.] Chef: You know how to make the shake? Employee: The, uh, strawberry one? Yeah. Chef: You… do that. I'll handle the, fucking, food. Thanks. Employee: Yeah. [The chef leaves towards the back. Crackling from the oven is audible. The employee sighs, rubs zir face, then turns towards the refrigerator. Ze sorts through, then procures a number of items. Ze struggles to balance them as ze moves towards the counter, the blender unplugged on top of it. Ze places the items down beside the blender.] 3/4 cup (177 g) of whole milk; 2 large scoops of strawberry ice cream; 4 teaspoons of strawberry syrup; 2 teaspoons of syrup; A full cup of Coca-Cola Cherry; A tablespoon of vanilla extract; Whipped cream. [Ze places the scoops of ice cream in the blender first. Ze then drizzles the strawberry syrup on top, followed by the unflavored syrup. Ze sprays the whip cream in a circle on the ice cream, then pours the vanilla extract on top. Ze places zir hands on zir hips and stands back, then remembers the Coca-Cola Cherry, which ze pours onto the mixture.] [Ze plugs the blender in. Ze places the lid on the blender, then sets it for 1 minute. As it begins to stir, ze goes through the drawers underneath the counter.] [After about 20 seconds, ze reemerges.] Brownie chunks. [Ze waits for the blender to finish stirring. Once it does, ze grabs a large plastic spoon, and begins to stir zirself while sprinkling the brownie chunks inside. Once the chunks are evenly dispersed throughout, ze takes the blender glass, disconnects it from the base, and pours it in a plastic cup.] [Ze takes the cup, places a lid on it, then returns to the refrigerator. Ze opens the top half, revealing the freezer. Ze places the cup inside. Ze takes zir phone out, and sets a timer for 5 minutes. Ze closes the freezer, and leans against its door.] Employee: I fucking hate this shake. Honestly. [The chef grunts from the other room.] <End Log> Foreword: The following log was taken via CCTV footage from a ShowBiz Pizza Place entertainment center (now Chuck E. Cheese's) in Marionette, Wisconsin. No further anomalous activity has been detected in this location. The context of the interaction is unknown. <Begin Log> [Pieces of animatronics are neatly tucked on shelves. Beside a shelf is a door with a sign on it, but the text is illegible. On a table in the middle of the room is the head of the animatronic "Billy Bob Brockali," a brown bear. There are footsteps.] Voice: I'm coming in, Liam, you better not be messing 'bout with them— [The doorknob jiggles. With some difficulty, the door opens. A janitor in grey overalls stands in the doorway.] Janitor: Mm, good lad. [In the janitor's hand is a plastic cup half full of pink liquid. It has a bendy straw, which has apparently been partially chewed through. The janitor steps into the room, and crosses towards the table. He bends down, and pulls a trash can out from underneath it, before realizing the animatronic head is there. He pauses.] Janitor: You want a little drinky? [The janitor holds out the cup towards the head, shaking it.] Janitor: You want a little drinky, big bear? [He smiles, and slides the straw between the head's jaw-plates. He moves the cup back and forth, making slurping noises with his mouth. He pulls the straw out of the head, giggling.] Janitor: [Doing a stereotypical "hillbilly" accent.] Thank you mister janitor, you're always so nice to me. [Normal voice.] 'Course, Billy Bob. You're my favorite bear in the whole world. [He chuckles again, before looking at the cup and falling silent.] Janitor: What the hell am I doing? [He attempts to toss the cup into the trash, but misses. It splatters on the floor, the lid coming off. Pink liquid spills in three different lines down the room's length.] Janitor: God— I'm getting too old for this. I pulled a Liam. Damn it. [He turns away from the head, bending over to pick up the cup. He holds it with both hands, frowning. He turns towards the table, and drops the cup into the trash can. He kicks it back under the table. He steps into the doorway, closing the door behind him. There are footsteps for some time.] [The eyes of the "Billy Bob Brockali" head narrow. It stares down at the spilled drink on the floor. Its eyes then turn towards the camera. It looks towards the door, then back at the spillage. Its jaw-plates creak as it opens, then closes them.] Billy Bob Brockali: A Super Strawberry Surprise Shake. [It growls. Its eyes flick back towards the camera. It remains motionless for almost 40 seconds.] Billy Bob Brockali: Things can’t keep going the way they are, kiddo. From here on out, there will be consequences. [Its eyes return to their neutral position, and its jaw-plates go slack. There are footsteps. The door opens, revealing the janitor, holding stain-remover and a pink rag. He gets on the floor, then crawls along towards the three lines of pink liquid. He begins to scrub. The liquid is smeared across the floor. He sprays it with the stain-remover, then scrubs again. The liquid is absorbed by the towel. He continues to scrub, then spray, in a repeating motion, until the liquid is gone.] [He twists his body, and throws the rag in the trash can. He places the stain-remover on the ground, then stands, facing the head. He puts his hands on his hips, and sighs loudly.] Janitor: Well. Night, Bob. [He turns and leaves, closing the door behind him. The stain-remover remains on the ground. The lights outside click off. There are footsteps, then silence.] <End Log> HISTORY: SCP-7324 has existed as a niche interest in public life for at least 2 decades, the first recorded order occurring at a Chick-fil-A in College Park, Georgia, in 2003. However, due to a lack of visibly anomalous phenomena surrounding the item, normalcy organizations paid little attention to its existence. As of 2023, SCP-7324 has come under investigation due to the increasing amount of chemically-neutralized "demonarcotics" discovered within the drinks. "Demonarcotics" are a form of performance-enhancing drug created from the entrails and/or body parts of deceased tartarean entities, commonly referred to as demons. Though these drugs have been discovered within SCP-7324, they appear to have been stripped of their performance-enhancing abilities — effectively, while tartarean (or demonic) energies still build up within the individual who drinks SCP-7324, they do not experience physical or mental alterations, nor the formation of anomalous capabilities. The exact method to how "demonarcotics" are introduced to the SCP-7324 recipe depends on the region and establishment. In the Midwest region, where restaurants more commonly use fresh strawberries instead of strawberry ice cream, the organic components of the drug were found grown into, or connected with, the inside of the strawberry. It is unknown how this is achieved, and investigation into the strawberry farms these restaurants source from has proven difficult due to the global nature of the strawberry industry. Similarly, in the Southwest, PepsiCo has reported numerous contaminations of tartarean energy in its Starry shipments to restaurants. These occur sporadically, and Foundation-assisted investigations have similarly found little results. Investigations into restaurants in the remaining regions of the United States are ongoing. It is presently theorized that SCP-7324 was a preexisting anomaly which is being altered by an entity/group. The ultimate goal of these alterations is unknown. ADDENDUM 7324.6 | INCIDENT 006 (VIDEO RECORD OF ON-SITE COUNSELING SESSION) Therapist: Good to see you back here. I was getting a little worried. Apopache is a hard place to live, and Spicy Crust is a hard place to work. [The therapist chuckles, leaning back in his chair. He clicks his pen absentmindedly.] Therapist: So, what's on your mind? What brings you in today. Employee: [Ze fidgets.] Well. It's complicated. I didn't know who else to report to. You're the closest thing I have to a regular Foundation contact. Therapist: I see. Employee: It's, uh, about SCP-7324. [The therapist leans forward, pressing his hands together inquisitively.] Therapist: I see. Are you giving me permission to pass this along to the containment team? Employee: Yeah. Yes. Absolutely. Yeah. Therapist: Excellent. Tell me, then. Employee: The pizza place is kind of a hotspot for, uh, kids to come around— most of the time none of them stay for long. They kind of just, order their food and fuck off. But lately, kids have been pouring in by the fucking, hundreds, man. And they all want the same thing. Therapist: SCP-7324. Employee: Yeah. Apparently, it's like, a meme. A normal meme. They'll come by and they'll buy it, and they'll be giggling, kicking their feet, fucking, whatever, and they go outside and record a little dance with it. But, like, dude, I've been googling it. And literally nothing comes up about this. There's no hashtag Super Strawberry Surprise Shake. No, super strawberry dance. Nothing. The only stuff that comes up is still just that usual conspiracy weirdo shit. At first, I had no idea why these kids were doing this. It didn't, like, freak me out, but it definitely weirded me out, right? Then— one, one time, I asked. Just straight up. "I can't find anything on TikTok about this," I said, "Why are you doing this?" And the girl who was ordering, she just rolled her eyes. She said to me, something like, "It's not a TikTok thing, it's exclusive. It's different." Whatever. And when I asked her what she meant by that, she just, uh, said I was old. But she took her shake, so did her friends, and they walked out of the joint, and they did their little dance out in front, the whole thing. They piled on into their car together, and they started driving off. But, real, really slowly. I don't know.1 And just— I just got up and followed them. The chefs were mad, obviously, you probably saw that in my manager's report last week, but, I just walked out and followed the car. It was easier 'cause it was night. So I just walked along the trees and bushes on the side of the road while they drove downtown. But they took this weird left, where there isn't any road. So I kind of had to jump out of the way— I'm sure they saw me, but they probably didn't recognize me. Not that it matters now, I guess. Therapist: What do you mean by that? Employee: I'm getting there, hold on. So, I followed the car through the woods. It, was, uh, still moving really slowly. And as we went, uh, through the thicket, there was a, a big stone bridge. I've never seen it before, and I've lived in Apopache pretty much my whole life. The car, though, it just kept cruising along. It went under the bridge. It was a tight fit, though, I heard it get scraped on the way in. I knew I couldn't follow them anymore, because they'd totally see me if I tried to go in, the whole thing was so narrow, but I just… Walked up to the entry-hole. Kept cover behind the bushes and everything, but as I came up to it, I touched it, and… there wasn't a hole at all. It was like a fucking Looney Tunes. It was a fake bridge painted onto a fucking rock. It was a flaky kind of oil painting one, too. [Ze looks down at the floor, before looking back at zir therapist.] Employee: Like, the kind of, vintage, 1920s style paintings that they always hang up at restaurants. "Lovely day for a Guinness" toucan stuff. [Both are silent for some time.] Therapist: That's concerning. You should've come to us as soon as this happened. Employee: I know. I'm sorry. [Ze puts zir hands between zir thighs.] I know. But, this, uh, this happened at midnight, so, only a couple hours ago. I just. I didn't know the protocol. I'm sorry. Therapist: I see. I'll get this to the supervisor as soon as I can. Thank you for sharing with us. Do you think you could provide directions to that neck of the woods? Employee: Oh, uh, definitely. Therapist: Okay. The containment team will more than likely call for you then. Stay on the site until they do. Employee: You, you got it. <End Log> After-Action Report: A group of field agents (including the employee) were deployed to investigate the painting in the forest the next day. As Spicy Crust Pizza was closed for the 4th of July weekend celebrations, no cover story was necessary — despite this, the employee failed to appear for briefing. The group elected to split evenly in two, one to investigate the alleged area of anomalous activity, the other to investigate the home of the employee. Their efforts are summarized below. Area of anomalous activity Home of missing Foundation employee Beginning at the Spicy Crust Pizza parlor, the agents followed the path described by the employee (with further aid from the building's security footage). This took them approximately three miles out of town, into a nearby forest. A tow truck was seen in a nearby river, as was a pink Corvette. Both appeared to have been abandoned for years, as they had been almost entirely overgrown by plant matter. The objects are now in Foundation custody. Initially, the described painting could not be found. The team, while investigating the automobiles, had accidentally walked in the opposite direction of the main anomaly — on their way back, one member spotted a large cube composed of cobblestone in the thicket, with the image of a bridge painted on its west side in oil pastel. No further insight could be gained. The painting's base has been disassembled, and is now in Foundation custody with the other objects. At this point, the team returned to Spicy Crust Pizza to await the rest of the squad. Beginning at Spicy Crust Pizza, the agents followed the employee's usual route back from work. This took them to downtown Apopache, then to an apartment building on the city limits. The building was empty at the time. The agents immediately discovered the presence of SCP-7324 in the building: on the stairs leading up to the employee's unit, there was a continuous, dripping line of the liquid. Upon finding the employee's unit, the team forced their way inside. It was reported the unit was in disarray, with signs of a struggle. SCP-7324 was found smeared on the floors and walls. The bedroom door was found with a hole through it; a "humanoid shape" was seen under the blankets on the bed. Upon entering the bedroom, the humanoid shape did not respond to commands — upon lifting the blankets, a 1.8 meter pepperoni and salami calzone in the shape of a human was discovered. The chest cavity had been carved out. The team were beginning to leave the premises, when it was pointed out that the SCP-7324 smear marks were leading away from, not into, the unit. They followed the trail down to the basement, then towards the communal laundry area. There, an instance of SCP-7324 with active tartarean energy was discovered — it had burnt a chasm of indeterminate depth through the floor of the laundry room, making further investigation impossible. Small samples of this instance were taken. The team intended to turn back at this point, but reported the sounds of human crying from the chasm. Attempting to investigate further, an agent was partially lowered into the chasm. Though unable to ascertain the presence of humans or humanoids inside the chasm, the agent reported that a message was drawn in marinara sauce on the wall. It read: RED RIGHT HAND OF GOD HEAR ME — SAVE ME FROM HER GAPEHOLE — The agents then exited the basement, and returned to the first floor. While there, the back door was noted to be open when it possibly was not before — as a precaution, they vacated the premises immediately. The team reunited with the others back at Spicy Crust Pizza. The apartment building has been condemned, and the SCP-7324 instance (now designated SCP-7324-Prime) has been brought into containment. Item Description: A thick, pink, dairy-based liquid, primarily based around strawberry and strawberry-flavored ingredients. Includes an abundance of tartarean energy, allowing it to melt through most materials. Individual instance of the SCP-7324 phenomenon, given the designation SCP-7324-Prime. Date of Recovery: ██-██-████ Location of Recovery: Apopache, Texas, US Current Status: Kept in cold storage at Reliquary Area-27, H Wing (High Value Storage). Notes: A former dealer for a Polish "demonarcotics" ring has been brought in for questioning. Financial records indicate several sales to unspecified parties throughout the Deep South region of the United States. He has been informed of the benefits of cooperating with the investigation. <Begin Log (translated from Polish)> Interrogator: Mr. Białecki, good to see you again. Dealer: Pleasure. [The dealer strains against his handcuffs, attempting to readjust his shoulders. The interrogator, standing across the table from him, crosses his arms in a disappointed manner.] Interrogator: You've been up to some serious, no-good malfeasance— just no good at all. You understand that? Dealer: Sure. Interrogator: People are getting hurt real bad right now. Dealer: I've heard. Interrogator: You might be able to help us. If you can answer some questions for me, that'll offset a little of the hurt. A little of it. And what goes around, comes around— you'll get a little reward. But only if you're willing to help. Does that sound good? Dealer: That's why I'm here. Interrogator: You're very to the point. Well, let's start off, yeah. [The interrogator pulls out the chair and sits down. He places a wad of paper, a pencil, and a black leather book to his left.] Interrogator: I need you to tell me— [He produces an instance of SCP-7324, placing it between himself and the dealer. The dealer's eyes widen, and he shifts, but he does not speak.] Interrogator: —If you recognize this. Dealer: Ah. It's an, American, drink. Of some kind. Yes? Interrogator: Is that your guess? Dealer: Sure. Yeah. Well, yes. Of course. I'm not familiar with American fast food. Interrogator: Sure, but they have McDonald's where you're from, right? [The interrogator picks up his pencil, and uses it to push the SCP-7324 item closer to the dealer. The dealer attempts to scoot farther away.] Interrogator: Sobótka? Right? They have McDonald's in Sobótka? Dealer: Yes, uh, yes. They do. [The interrogator stops, putting his pencil down. SCP-7324 is now perched at the edge of the table, almost touching the dealer.] Interrogator: Have you ever ordered this in Sobótka? Dealer: Never. Interrogator: I see. Whenever you're visiting America, do you ever order this? Dealer: I've never been to America. Interrogator: But, Mr. Białecki, you've sold demonarcotics in America? Dealer: Yes. That's correct. Interrogator: But you've never been to America. Dealer: Yes. Yes. Interrogator: I see. You have someone in America who sells for you. Dealer: Uh, yes. Interrogator: Well, that's all you had to say. We'll just need his name, then. Dealer: His name? Interrogator: Yes, his name. If you please. [The interrogator smiles. The dealer looks at the ground. Both sit in silence.] Interrogator: Is there something wrong? You know, uh, if he's younger, or a civilian, you know, if he doesn't know what he's doing. We won't rough him up. We're not like the UIU, I can promise you that. Seriously. Dealer: No, of course. I understand. [They resume sitting in silence.] Interrogator: What's up? Dealer: I lied. Interrogator: That's okay, champ. Dealer: I can't tell you anything about this. Interrogator: This is what we need to know about, though. Dealer: I can't help you. I'm sorry. I'd like to return to my cell. Interrogator: Well, well, hold on a minute, before you go much further, uh, maybe you can work around the information. Leave out whatever makes you feel safer, but paint the silhouettes for us. How does that sound? Dealer: That'd be getting too close to it. Interrogator: What does that mean? [The dealer suddenly begins thrashing around in his chair. He kicks the table, slams his feet on the ground, and begins to holler, pushing away as far as he can. The SCP-7324 spills on the floor beneath him.] Dealer: It means you're getting too close to it! You're getting too close! [The interrogator quickly stands from his seat, going around the table. He grabs the dealer's arm with one hand, using his free hand to push the dealer down. After some struggling, the interrogator is able to make the dealer stop moving. He stares at the dealer, frowning.] Interrogator: Borys Niedźwiedź Białecki, I am incredibly disappointed in you. Dealer: Shut up. No one will talk to you about this. We're too close already. Interrogator: I need you to understand me. This is causing a lot of hurt. Demonic energy is building up everywhere, in everyone. Kids are ingesting this stuff by the dozens. Kids! Your craft, it's not just for who you're selling to anymore. People are putting this stuff wherever they can stash it. We need to figure out how, and why. Dealer: I can't tell you anything. I swear to God. Interrogator: I want to show you something. Not to alarm you, but we're going to shut off the lights for a moment. I just have to show you something, real quick. [He waves to the door. The dealer turns his head to watch. The lights shut off, and he gasps, jolting. The interrogator walks to the door, and opens it. An agent outside hands him a canister full of SCP-7324-Prime. The interrogator closes the door, and then returns to the table.] [He places the canister on the table, scooting it near the dealer. The dealer watches silently. The interrogator slowly unscrews the lid, a purple light emanates from the opening. Slowly, the light envelopes the entire room as the canister is fully opened.] [The interrogator places the lid next to the book.] Interrogator: My men found this in Apopache, a city in Texas. That's pure, active demonic energy. I want to know why it's being filtered this way, why it's being placed where it is, and what it's being used for. Dealer: I swear to God, I can't help you. Interrogator: Please. Please, just try. [The purple light shimmers, a shadow flickering across the entire room. The dealer looks down into the liquid, then up at the ceiling. He appears to notice the camera in the corner of the room.] [The dealer's breath hitches.] Interrogator: Champ? [The dealer's chair suddenly lurches. He screams. The chair's legs begin to disintegrate, purple smoke rising from the ground beneath each leg; the melting metal rapidly transforms into SCP-7324 liquid, spreading across the floor. It mixes with the spilled SCP-7324 liquid from earlier.] Dealer: Help! Help, oh my God, please, help! [The interrogator runs to the other side of the table, but a plume of smoke comes up into his face, causing him to slip on the liquid, hitting the back of his head on the ground. He groans, using the wall to get up, as the smoke grows larger and the puddle spreads farther.] Dealer: Oh my fucking God! Oh my fucking god! [The interrogator backs away from the plumes, bracing himself against the corner of the room. The lights flicker back on, but they are a deep purple. The dealer continues to scream.] Interrogator: Someone— Someone— Someone get in here, please! Quickly! [The door opens, and several guards filter in. The lights flicker again, but return to normal, the purple light receding. They form a protective perimeter between the interrogator and growing plumes, their firearms trained. The dealer stops screaming, now whimpering; wet slaps are audible.] [The flow of liquid has outpaced the smoke. It pools past the feet of the guards and the interrogator, then stops. They all adjust their footing due to the new stickiness.] [The whimpering ceases. The smoke begins to clear.] Dealer: Straw… strawberry… [The smoke is fully cleared. On the ground, where the chair used to be, is the head of the dealer. His eyes dart around several times, and he appears to attempt to take a breath. When he attempts exhaling, pink liquid shoots from his nostrils and mouth.] [His eyes narrow. He stares down at the spilled drink on the floor. His eyes then turn towards the camera. He looks towards the door, then back at the spillage. His jaw creaks as he closes his mouth.] [His face returns to a neutral expression. The interrogator pushes through the crowd, then sits on his haunches beside the head. He looks around the room wildly.] Interrogator: Jesus Christ almighty. [The guards begin to file out. Radio chatter is audible as an agent files a report on the situation. The interrogator raises his hand, and snaps his fingers.] Interrogator: Wait, just one more thing— [A guard returns, leaning in through the doorway. The interrogator gestures to the table.] Interrogator: Prime is gone. [SCP-7324-Prime is missing from its place on the table. The other objects are undisturbed.] <End Log> ADDENDUM 7324.10 | INCIDENT 008 (CCTV FOOTAGE OF UNCLEAR INCIDENT) <Begin Log> [Tables and booths are assembled beside a play area, featuring a tube-based playground structure and several arcade machines. Past the play area is a stage with velvet curtains. Between the curtains are the animatronics "Chuck E. Cheese," "Jasper J. Jowls," "Pasqually," and "Sally Sashay." They perform a waltz. A man stands near the edge of the stage, obscured by darkness.] Chuck E. Cheese: …And sometimes, I whisper, what I'm thinking of… [There are children in the booths and tables, and some are running around holding swaths of tickets. Adults sit about eating pizza or talking amongst themselves.] [A girl stands in front of the stage, holding her hand in her mouth. She stares up at Chuck E. Cheese, apparently nervous.] Chuck E. Cheese: …My cup runneth over, with love.2 [Her father, behind her, smiles and finishes chewing his pizza. He leans forward, and taps her on the back of the head. She turns around slowly, hand still in her mouth.] Father: You like Chucky? [She turns to face the animatronic, then back to him. She runs to the booth, crawling up beside him.] Daughter: No. Father: No? Daughter: No. Father: How come? Me and Chucky, we were best friends when I was a kid. Daughter: He's scary. Father: What's so scary about him? [She points to Chuck E. Cheese's eyes. The animatronic continues singing, and the rest of the band joins in for a doo-wop bridge.] Father: Well, I think if you gave him a fair chance, you'd think he's really, really nice. [The daughter presses her head into his arm. He puts a hand on the back of her head, nodding. He continues watching the stage. Purple stage lights fade in, shimmering over the group as "Sally Sashay" takes over singing. Children continue running around, yelling, laughing, and playing. A man stands near the edge of the stage, obscured by darkness. He smiles, his teeth reflected in the purple light. As the band comes to another doo-wop bridge, he begins to walk to the center of the stage. The father nudges his daughter to look; she does so.] [The man is now in clear view of the audience, a purple spotlight directly on him. He is Father Jonathan Barker, a Pentecostal elder working for the pan-denominational Christian Ministries of America. He is wearing a beige suit and red tie.] [The adults quickly gather up and silence their children, though some of the children gather in front of the stage silently themselves. Mr. Barker clasps his hands together and steps forward.] Barker: Hiya, boys and girls. I'd like to thank Mr. Cheese and his wonderful band back here for hosting us tonight, everyone, please, a round of applause! [The sound of clapping is audible behind the audience.] Barker: The Lord has gifted us an incredible year. [He gestures to the adults in the audience.] You all should be very proud. Kids, [He approaches the edge of the stage,] I can't say I've ever seen a team that works as hard as you. Part of my job as director of the CMA Youth League is making sure every kid has an equal opportunity to participate in sports and exercise, but, well, sometimes kids don't appreciate the opportunities presented to them. But all of you — all of you! — have gone above and beyond both my expectations, and the expectations set by the League. [He puts his hand over his heart, smiling warmly.] Barker: You've had an incredible season, and I'm so proud. Everybody, please, let's hear it for the Evangelical Little League of Gulfport! Put your hands together, give yourself a pat on the back, kids, you've earned it. [The establishment erupts into applause. Adults carry their children, swinging them around, tossing them, cheering for them, smiling at them, holding them. The father turns to his daughter and ruffles her hair. The children cheer for themselves because they are proud. The children dance and applaud as well. They gather out on the floor, all of them running around in circles and cheering.] Barker: Pardon me, kids, I've got one more announcement to make. [Silence.] Barker: Thanks to your generous donations, I was able to get everyone — everybody — a Super Strawberry Surprise Shake. [The father gasps, and points to his daughter, who stands in front of the stage. She turns to look at him, smiling.] Father: Your favorite! Daughter: Yay, yay, yay! [Cheering and applause erupts around the room again. Barker smiles proudly, and steps away from the spotlight. The band continues their song, the Chuck E. Cheese animatronic resuming his role as vocalist.] [A group of men in beige suits emerge from the staff breakrooms, and align themselves around a table near the back of the establishment. Barker approaches them, and they begin to set up a tablecloth bearing the image of pink crosses. In time, they set up numerous SCP-7324 items, enough for each person in attendance. They emit a purple shimmer.] [A line of children forms. One by one, Barker hands each boy and girl a shake, smiling. He tells each of them he's proud of them, and that God is proud of them too. The adults stay in their booths, unaware.] [They suck on their straws, and a purple light shines in their mouths. All the kids are tuckered out, but no one wants to stop playing.] [No one wants to be alone.] [They gather in front of the stage, just sipping. They watch the fuzzy animals play in their big band. No one is afraid anymore. The daughter, she looks back at her father and smiles. He smiles back because he doesn't know.] [The lights begin to dim, one by one. Click, click, click.] [The children become translucent. Light bounces right through them. They become gray and hazy like ghosts. They smile and bob their heads. They are unaware. This happens to the adults, too. They don't know either. Then come the men in beige suits. Then comes Father Barker.] [The establishment is dark now, except for the stage. The velvet curtains flutter as the wind picks right off the ground. Chuck sings.] Chuck E. Cheese: …In only a moment, we both will be old… we won't even notice the world turning cold… [The daughter turns to look at her father again. He smiles at her, then tilts his head. She smiles back. She disappears. He keeps smiling. He doesn't know. He still sees her. She's still there. The father disappears.] [The crowd dissipates one by one. The children vanish into thin air, the glow-in-the-dark stars on the carpet shining up through them. The adults are all gone too. The men in beige suits are nowhere to be seen.] [A woman's hand reaches out from behind the curtain. She curls her pretty red nails in a "come here" motion towards Jonathan Barker. He shakes his head.] [He walks into the darkness and vanishes. The establishment is so dark, now, it's almost hard to tell it's there. The only thing left in the world is the stage. They keep swinging. The woman's hand hangs limply. They keep dancing.] Chuck E. Cheese: …My cup runneth over, with love. <End Log> they say you can still hear the kids playing under the ground ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7324" by FLOORBOARDS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7324. 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: Inside_Hoot%27s_Ultimate_Party_Zone_-_panoramio_(4).jpg Author: Jordan Meeter License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Inside_Hoot%27s_Ultimate_Party_Zone_-_panoramio_(4).jpg Filename: Happy-planet-3ma.jpg Author: HAPPY PLANET License: Copyleft/Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happy-planet-3ma.jpg Filename: File:Abenteuer Jungle Verden - panoramio (16).jpg Author: Sami The Jaguar License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abenteuer_Jungle_Verden_-_panoramio_(16).jpg Filename: Liminal_space_Indonesia.jpg Author: Fitrah 193 License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Liminal_space_Indonesia.jpg Filename: Field_lit_by_flashlight_in_Israel.jpg Author: Yitzilitt License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Field_lit_by_flashlight_in_Israel.jpg Filename: IMG_6546.jpg Author: dave761 License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1133538356513493002/1133538425673367582/IMG_6546.jpg Filename: C19D77A5-72B4-47FF-9836-8456EF3E6A6E.jpg Author: LOVEMARGINAL License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/522788422184730634/1134176638947565661/C19D77A5-72B4-47FF-9836-8456EF3E6A6E.jpg Filename: 20230729_143932.jpg Author: IronShears License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/522789244406595584/1134964759519834213/20230729_143932.jpg Filename: 20230729_143932.jpg Author: Friend of TroutMaskReplica License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1128047684780044420/1139287308286304397/20230810_205215.jpg Footnotes 1. Evidence corroborates that ze had left the establishment to follow a car, but recovered footage revealed three discrepancies: (1) Ze had informed the other employees of zir suspicions due to all personnel present being aware of the Foundation — this is not reflected in zir record of the event here; (2) The car was not being driven, it was being towed for parking in a residential space; (3) The group of teenagers, while seen entering, were not seen exiting the building. 2. "My Cup Runneth Over," written by Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones. |
SCP-7325 | euclid | SCP-7325 in disrepair. Item #: SCP-7325 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7325's isolated location, containment needs are simplified. A standard quarantine fence is to be constructed in a ten meter radius around the anomaly and routinely patrolled to prevent civilian interaction. All 7325-A instances are to remain in their display cases, until further notice. Description: SCP-7325 is a derelict auditorium styled building located inside the Cleveland National Forest in Southern California. SCP-7325 is incapable of being damaged by any human means, instead only natural wear and tear can affect the stability of the structure. SCP-7325 contains 13 rooms, each housing a display cabinet, hereby designated SCP-7325-A. Each cabinet is adorned with a descriptive plaque, and contains one to three items each. The 13 rooms are organized in a U fashion with a central hallway with another plaque situated in the center of the hall. See Addendum 2 for transcript of the central plaque's message. Ground piercing scans show a fourteenth room located underneath SCP-7325. This entrance to this final room has not been found. Thermal imaging indicates one living humanoid inside this room, seemingly sat at a table. Addendum 1: SCP-7325-A Descriptions SCP-7325-A1: Displayed are a lightly burnt fireman's jacket, a wooden baseball bat with metal spikes, and a gas mask. Plaque reads, "Creativity. Too much of the reality we live in stifles the creative mind, so wouldn't it be great if someone fought for creativity? My first attempt at bringing change to this world. Ausham, if you're out there, I hope you can find your belongings and fight again. For the creatives." Adorning any of the items displayed increases the wearers capacity for creative thinking, as well as artistic merit, most notably the writing of fiction. Of note, the room where A1 resides consistently has a faint smell of apple wood smoke. SCP-7325-A2: Displayed are a red and black flannel robe, a walking cane designed to resemble a candy cane, and a typical Christmas cap, with black felt, silver fur rim and pom, and silver stars adorning the main body. Plaque reads, "Emotions. My most obvious work. Our world is bleak and dreary, so I hoped some festive cheer could brighten these dark days. Chanter, wherever you are, I hope you're still bringing some joy along with you." Adorning any of the items displayed grants the user a mild sedative sensation, followed by a "sense of well being"1 as well as the sudden manifestation of light snowfall regardless of location. Subjects inside the room where A2 is held report smelling cinnamon and hearing faint sleigh bells when the display is opened. SCP-7325-A3: Displayed are a brown hooded robe, and a claymore sword. The sword resembles a quill, it's blade curved and etched to resemble a feather. Plaque reads, "Logic. I wanted to bring some stability to the chaos of life. My mistake was allowing my religious beliefs cloud my logic. I meant well with this, but ultimately my flawed logic did not make a big difference. I'm sorry Eclesius, you deserved better." Adorning any item displayed works as an instant relief to all anxiety disorders and has been shown to assist in logical reasoning skills. The room where A3 is held is reported to smell like old books. SCP-7325-A4: Displayed are a tattered black leather jacket adorned with a variety of patches, and a mason jar full of white correction fluid2. Plaque reads, "Block3 Direction. I misunderstood you, I thought you were blocking my creativity and ideas, but I was wrong. You were directing me, leading me to things I can actually accomplish. I hurt you Parsure, I hope you'll forgive me one day." At current, no anomalous affects have been noted when wearing, or using the items displayed in A4. I'm sure these did something, I'll just fill this in later SCP-7325-A5: Displayed is a single Roman Scutum4which will produce arcs of electricity throughout the display at random. Plaque reads, "Peace. My goal was to bring peace by bringing some neutrality. If we all agreed, we wouldn't fight. Shouldn't have been surprised that failed. Blake, you tried, I'll give you that." Wielding the shield allows the user to more easily manipulate and convince others into following instructions. SCP-7325-A6: Displayed are a dusty and ripped Stetson hat, and an axe, topped with four heads, each blade rough and jagged. Plaque reads, "Passion. Nothing quite like controversy and rage to unite people together with passion. So I made a scapegoat, someone to channel all that rage into action. Cole, you bastard. You were supposed to unite people, not divide them. " Adorning any item from this display will result in humans5 to begin feeling anger and frustration for the user if in their presence. SCP-7325-A7: Displayed is a single pair of sunglasses, with a black rim, one blue lens and one red lens. Plaque reads, "Wanderlust. We are taught at a young age that day dreaming is a waste of time and childish. That we must grow out of it. I disagree with that, we should let our mind wander every now and then, see where it goes. Dull, I don't know why I expected you to do more, you did what your nature required." No anomalous affects have been noted when wearing the glasses. What was I working on again? SCP-7325-A8: Displayed are a pair of golden "shutter shade" style sunglasses, and a neon blue baseball cap. Plaque reads, "Encouragement. Ok I admit, all those 90's PSA's definitely shaped by ideas from time to time, but there's something so simply harmless and motivating about them. We all need a hype man sometimes. Glossy, this world doesn't deserve you. " Adorning any item from this display makes the user more compliant to directions. SCP-7325-A9: Displayed are a pair of brown rimmed reading glasses, with chain, and a pair of bailing hooks. Plaque reads, "Nostalgia. The greatest struggle with nostalgia is being nostalgic for a time you've never been in. Summers in years you were never born in. Author, I doomed you from the start. I hope you are enjoying the lake at least. I hear the water feels nice. " [Description Redacted] SCP-7325-A10: Displayed are a black suit jacket, the interior glowing with white neon light, and a matching white neon walking cane. Plaque reads, "Music. Music unites. It's fun, universal, and open. Buddy, I hope you're continuing the party wherever you are. " No anomalous affects have been reported by adorning the items displayed, however it has been noted that the room where A10 is held has been reported to faintly play whatever music is most favored by whomever is inside. Music is unique to each individual. SCP-7325-A11: Displayed are a golden suit jacket and a golden caduceus staff, adorned with two roses in place of snakes. "Protection. Guardian angels have always been a fascination of mine, I hoped to make them tangible. Staliel, that was way too much pressure for one lone angel. Rest in peace." No anomalous affects have been reported by adorning the items displayed. Adorning the items displayed grant the user increased resistance to damage and harm. SCP-7325-A12: Displayed is a faded brown bomber jacket, black ushanka hat, and a pair of customized pistols. Each pistol has eight barrels, etched with ocean waves, and dark oak handles. Plaque reads, "Adventure. There is so much to see in this world, but we are told it's impossible. Humans have lost the desire for adventure, and it's a tragedy. Or so I thought. Adventure gets people lost, and killed. Aloach, I know you are still on a journey, but come home soon." Displayed items have yet to be taken out of their display and tested. We've lost over 800 D-Class to these things. Every time one of them even touches the glass they disappear. Gone, lost. No information is even left behind about them, but I remember. I remember. SCP-7325-A13: Displayed is a torn gray suit jacket and a sword. The blade of the sword is divided into two halves that can be split open. Display reads, "Abandoned. My final project, a summary of my failures, and my offer to let others dump their failures too. Failure weighs you down, keeps you from trying again, wouldn't it be great if someone could just take your failures? Abadon, thank you. " I'm sure you'll take this too Addendum 2: Central Plaque Reading "To whoever finds this place, Hello. I've always had a hope that this world can be great, that we as people can be great. I've always desired to use what I can to bring change, to help others who need it. This place, this building you stand in, is a testament of my failures to do so. I've left the items behind so that hopefully whoever comes across this place can use them to do what they can to make my life's mission a success! But, most likely this place will stay abandoned. If you are just some random person who stumbled upon my monument, I welcome you. Look around, take whatever catches your eye and save someone's life with it. If you're the kind of person who only looks for power, then I beckon you to please leave. I obviously cannot stop you, but I hope you listen. I've made these blessed objects to help people, not hurt people. If you are from a group that hides away power, then let me assure you that you won't have much work here. Keep them in their cases, lock this building up, and that's it. If what I have can help your mission then so by it, but I doubt it. I've failed many times, and I will probably fail more. This place will eventually fall, but not by my hands, and not by yours. This, will be my last attempt to create something that lasts. If you so desire, please watch over it. If not, then I hope you enjoy seeing what I've attempted to do. With a worn compassion, and a tired hand, FL. " Footnotes 1. As described by a test subject. 2. Colloquially known as White-Out. 3. Section forcefully etched out. 4. A full body shield typically used by Roman centurions. 5. As well as some intelligent, sapient organisms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7325" by Fernlom, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7325. 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-7326 | euclid | Item-#: 7326 Special Containment Procedures: Two security cameras are to monitor the interior and exterior of "Dave's Catering". A personal assistant is to be assigned to PoI-7326 to aid him in managing his business, while reinforcing the "Advertising Gimmick" cover story. SCP-7326-1 and -2 outside of "Dave's Catering" Description: SCP-7326 denotes instances of otherwise conventional store display mannequins with the ability to produce and expel smoke from a "mouth" cavity within their heads. This has been observed to occur in clustered emanation events where the instance will rapidly produce and expel a small quantity of smoke, wait a short period of time, and then repeat that process for 5-15 minutes. Discovery: Foundation personnel became aware of potential anomalous activity after a series of safety inspections at "Dave's Catering" identified, but could not find the source of, the smell of burning plastic in and around the storefront. Agent Mercator was sent to interview the owner David Fisher, denoted as PoI-7326, and locate any anomalous phenomena. Their interaction has been transcribed below. Interview Log 7326.1 Interviewed: PoI-7326 Interviewer: Agent Mercator <Begin Log> Agent Mercator's body camera turns on to reveal the door to "Dave's Catering". After adjusting the camera for a moment, he enters. Mercator gags. Mercator: Eugh… definitely plastic. Mercator walks to the center of the store and pans around. The camera jumps. Mercator: Shit! The camera turns to face a pair of mannequins. Mercator: Fucking dolls… (3 minutes of basic investigation removed) A door behind the counter is heard to unlock, and then creaks open. PoI-7326 walks through, but does not seem to notice Mercator. Mercator: Hello, Sir? PoI-7326 freezes. PoI-7326: Who's there? PoI-7326 finds a knife on the countertop and brandishes it in the direction of Mercator. Mercator: Woah! I can come back another time if you aren't open! PoI-7326 rubs his eye, then squints in the direction of a clock. PoI-7326: Eh? Shit… PoI-7326 drops the knife back on the countertop. PoI-7326: So what can I do ye for lad? Mercator takes a moment to regain his composure. Mercator: Are you David? David Fisher? PoI-7326 narrows his eyes at Mercator. PoI-7326: Who's asking? PoI-7326 grabs the knife again. PoI-7326: If you're with those hounds trying to shut down my business you'll have another thing coming for you! Mercator backs away. Mercator: Sir. Sir! I'm an independent investigator! I was told about a "plastic smell" you couldn't find the source of. PoI-7326 drops the knife. PoI-7326: That? I've heard about it but I can't smell it myself. Mercator: No? PoI-7326: Haven't smelt a thing since the 70's. Mercator: Right… And you own a catering business? PoI-7326 looks blankly at Mercator for a few seconds. PoI-7326: I've got the lads to help run things… PoI-7326 motions to the mannequins. PoI-7326: Not that they do anything other than smoke! Mercator turns, a cigarette can be seen in one of the mannequin's hands. He lets out a slight chuckle before turning back to PoI-7326. Mercator: Yes… So those two are your only employees? PoI-7326 smiles and nods, then lowers his voice. PoI-7326: Bit dull in their heads, the both of them, but they're good lads. Mercator: Mhm? PoI-7326: Good lads… What were you on about again? Mercator: The plastic smell, Sir. PoI-7326: Eh… Not the foggiest… PoI-7326 looks past Mercator, then shouts. PoI-7326: Fucking hell Bob! Mercator turns to reveal a trail of smoke coming from one of the mannequin's mouths. Mercator: What? Mr. Fish- eugh. Mercator gags. PoI-7326 rushes around the counter toward the two mannequins. PoI-7326: Every day it's the same with you two! PoI-7326 begins pushing the mannequins toward and out the front door. PoI-7326: Take it outside! Mercator watches as PoI-7326 situates the two mannequins outside. They can be seen "smoking" through the window. PoI-7326 returns, and sighs. PoI-7326: The two are idiots, don't mind them. What were we talking about? Mercator: Uh… I think I've actually got what I need. PoI-7326: Yeah? Good for you. Mercator: Thank you for your time, Sir. PoI-7326: It's nothing, you seem like a good lad. Mercator stops his body camera. <End Log> Following the above interview, due to the plausibility of SCP-7326's effects as an advertising gimmick, two surveillance cameras were set up to monitor the interior and exterior of "Dave's Catering" for any unusual occurrences. No further containment measures were taken. Incident 7326.1: PoI-7326 entered into an altercation with a customer, culminating in the removal of one of the arms of SCP-7326-2 ("Steve"). The following interview occurred when Agent Mercator arrived at the scene shortly after the event took place. Incident Log 7326.1 <Begin Log> The body camera turns on to reveal the door to "Dave's Catering". As Mercator enters, smoke rolls out from the top of the doorframe. Mercator: Mr. Fisher! The camera pans across the room before stopping at the counter. As Mercator approaches, PoI-7326 is revealed kneeling on the ground, struggling to use his shaking hands to search the cabinet. Mercator: Mr. Fisher? What happened? PoI-7326 looks up at Mercator. PoI-7326: Who's th- PoI-7326 breaks into a coughing fit. Mercator: Let's go outside first, alright? PoI-7326 nods and Mercator crouches down to help him up. As they begin to move, PoI-7326 stops to speak, voice hoarse. PoI-7326: Bring the lads outside too… They shouldn't be smoking in the shop. Mercator turns, focusing the camera on SCP-7326-2, who can be seen letting out a constant stream of smoke from its mouth. Mercator: I can do that sir, but we need to get you out of this smoke. Mercator leads PoI-7326 outside, helping him lean up against the wall. He then retrieves the SCP-7326 instances, before returning to PoI-7326. Mercator: Can you tell me what happened, Sir? PoI-7326 takes a deep breath. PoI-7326: Some kid… Don't know who… Came shouting about Bob and Steve. PoI-7326 coughs. PoI-7326: Said they were dummies… told me they didn't do anything… PoI-7326 coughs. PoI-7326: And I know the two are a bit dull… but I wont let some kid call them "stupid"! PoI-7326: So I went up to the kid and told 'em just what… told 'em to fuck right off I did! PoI-7326: But he didn't leave… went right up to Steve and… PoI-7326 pauses. Mercator: And what, Sir? PoI-7326: Tore the poor lad's arm off. PoI-7326's voice starts to break. PoI-7326: So I start to get real mad at this kid, shouting at em, he's shouting at me, and I… PoI-7326: He didn't deserve it… he's a good lad… PoI-7326 starts crying. PoI-7326: It's bad enough Bob got 'im on smoke… he's got a lotta life left to live… PoI-7326 takes a sharp inhale through his nose. PoI-7326: He's a good lad… PoI-7326 takes a moment to collect himself. PoI-7326: So I punched the sorry kid in the face and he ran away. Mercator: Serves him right, eh. PoI-7326: Fuckin kids. The two are silent for a few seconds. Mercator: Do you need me to get you anything, Sir? PoI-7326 pauses for a moment, and looks at Bob and Steve. PoI-7326: No… Not at all, sonny. Long as these two are alright I'll be alright too. Mercator: Well. Why don't I give you my phone number, so you can call me if anything happens? PoI-7326 is silent for a moment. PoI-7326: Yeah… That would be good. Mercator: Wonderful. Mercator stops his body camera. <End Log> To prevent further incidents, Agent Mercator has been allowed to use "Dave's Catering" as a base of operations, acting as PoI-7326's personal assistant in addition to his regular duties. The perpetrator of SCP-7326-2's assault remains unknown. Incident 7326.2: The following incident occurred shortly after PoI-7326 relocated both SCP-7326 instances outside for their "Smoke Break". Agent Mercator notes he was preoccupied when the event began, and was unable to witness its cause. Incident Log 7326.2 <Begin Log> The body camera turns on to Mercator rapidly descending the stairwell inside of "Dave's Catering". PoI-7326's muffled voice can be heard. PoI-7326: Carl! (inaudible) -Carl! Mercator runs through the storefront and out the front door. Mercator: Dave?! Mercator turns to face PoI-7326, who is kneeling in front of a prone SCP-7326-1 while administering chest compressions. Mercator: Shit- What happened? PoI-7326 turns to Mercator, his eyes are frantic. PoI-7326: Told the dolt to cut the smoke, but he never listened. Steve's done his best but… PoI-7326 returns his focus to SCP-7326-1. PoI-7326: The lad's just got one arm, Carl. Mercator: What should I- PoI-7326: Get Steve inside! Mercator: But- PoI-7326: He doesn't need to see this. Mercator: Sir- PoI-7326: Go. Mercator turns to face SCP-7326-2, looming over its coworkers and letting out a trail of smoke from its mouth. He stands frozen for a few moments. PoI-7326: Go! Mercator grabs the mannequin and wheels it inside. The room is silent. The camera turns towards the window, where PoI-7326 can be seen still administering CPR. Mercator sighs, then looks back toward SCP-7326-2. Mercator: You did what you could, Steve… He turns the mannequin away from the window, then stops his body camera. <End Log> While the cause of the collapse was initially unknown, observation of the remains by Agent Mercator revealed that the interior of SCP-7326-1's form had been entirely burnt away, ruining its structural integrity. Agent Mercator reported that PoI-7326 believes SCP-7326-2 is suffering from guilt due to its inability to aid SCP-7326-1 when it collapsed. Incident 7326.3: A week after Incident 7326.2, PoI-7326 was observed walking SCP-7326-2 away from the premises of "Dave's Catering". When Agent Mercator moved to intervene, it was discovered that they were visiting the local cemetery to bury SCP-7326-1's remains. Following Incident 7326.3, PoI-7326 has taken SCP-7326-2 on weekly visits to SCP-7326-1's grave. In addition to this, SCP-7326-2 has halted emanation events. « SCP-7325 | SCP-7326 | SCP-7327 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7326" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7326. 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: mannequin Name: Nipped outside for a fag? Author: Keith Edkins License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/774783 Note: Modified |
SCP-7327 | euclid | close Info X I have an Author Page! Item Number: SCP-7327 Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-7327 is to be guarded at all times. Traffic is to be diverted from its location in a three-hundred meter radius. All civilians in the vicinity of SCP-7327, born between 1975 and 1992, are to be immediately removed. Research into SCP-7327 is to be performed only by Foundation employees born before or after this time period. Description: SCP-7327 is a dilapidated structure located in an abandoned strip mall in █████, ██. The exterior doors and windows have been removed by the previous property owner; all attempts to seal or board up the entrances result in the barrier's anomalous corrosion or destruction. The interior is empty and in an advanced state of disrepair, measuring 30,000 square meters, with four smaller attached rooms. Anyone entering the structure, born between 1975 and 1992, will experience acute visual, auditory, and olfactory hallucinations, and will be compelled to remain inside. No subject is barred from exiting the structure (see Addendum, Test 18), though forcible extraction is recommended. Discovery: The Foundation was alerted to SCP-7327 after learning about a series of missing persons reports in the area. Upon investigation, a small crowd of civilians were seen outside the structure, attempting to persuade four civilians inside it to exit. One Foundation agent was subjected to SCP-7327's anomalous traits upon entering the structure, and was only able to leave when physically extracted by another agent; the remaining four civilians were removed in a similar manner. All civilians present were amnesticized and escorted away from the property, which was summarily purchased and quarantined by the Foundation. A subsequent investigation of the interior led to the discovery of fourteen corpses, in various states of decay. Cause of death was determined to be starvation and/or dehydration. Addendum: A test log performed by Site-203 researchers, led by Dr. Rashid Safir. The interior of SCP-7327. Test 1: Drone test (photo enclosed). No results. D-class testing commenced. Test 2 - 6: No results. All D-class had been born prior to 1975. Test 7, 9, 10, and 12: No results. All D-class had been born after 1992. Test 8: A D-class born in 1991 was used. Enclosed is a transcription of the investigation. D-50050: I'm inside. Control: All right. Describe what you see, please. D-50050: I see… Whoa. It's an arcade. Control: (a pause) Interesting. Is it functional? D-50050: Well, the electricity's running, if that's what you mean. I can hear all the machines, and there's some music playing over… Oh, hey, the original Donkey Kong. Control: Does it work? D-50050: Lemme try. (a pause) Yup, it works, all right. I was never very good at this game, though. Control: That's odd. Um, please continue the investigation. D-50050: Sure, sure. (a pause) There are a lot of cabinets here. They've got Gauntlet, Pac-Man, Ms. Pac-Man, Tempest… And there's Outrun. It even has the steering wheel and pedals. I'm gonna test this one out, too. Control: Subject, please refrain from distractions and continue your investigation. (silence) Control: Subject? (silence) Control: D-50050, please respond. D-50050: Sorry. The Outrun machine works, too. Damn! I wish I could stay here. This place is badass. Okay, um… Whoa. Control: What? D-50050: It's the six-player X-Men cabinet; I've never seen one before. They've got Contra, Asteroids, Final Fight, Lethal Enforcers, some Japanese games I don't know… I'm gonna go— Control: Subject, please ref— D-50050: (gasps) Control: What is it? D-50050: It's Polybius!1 I didn't even think these things existed… Control: Subject, please refrain from distractions and continue the investigation. D-50050: You don't want me to test any of these out? Control: No. Do you see anything besides arcade cabinets? D-50050: Uh, yeah. There's…a basketball game, a pool table, whack-a-mole… Holy shit, it's Big Bertha. I used to play this all the time as a kid! Control: Are you the only one in the structure? D-50050: Uh, no, there are a few other people milling about. Control: How many? D-50050: (mumbling softly) One, two, three-four… Eight, ten, twel… (louder) Twelve people. I think. Control: Twelve? D-50050: Yeah. Thirteen counting me. Control: What are they doing? D-50050: Just wandering around. A few of them are playing the games. There are two over by the Ninja Turtles game. I wonder if they'll mind me joining them. Control: Subject, we have all the data we need. Please exit the facility. (silence) Control: Subject? D-50050: This is the best day of my life. I don't ever wanna leave. Control: Subject, if you will not comply, you will be forcefully escorted out. (silence) D-50050: I…I don't want to. (silence) D-50050: I don't want to leave. I've never been so happy before. I want to stay here and— Control: Subject, if you do not vacate the premises immediately, all your privileges will be revoked. (silence) D-50050: No. I want to stay here. (a pause) Sweet, Metal Slug! Control: Subject? (silence. Subject does not respond) Two researchers forcefully restrained D-50050 and escorted him off the premises. Subject protested violently, and displayed acute emotional distress before being sedated. Subject's facilities resumed baseline readings after three hours, and was relieved of further testing. Test 11: Similar results to Test 8, with the Subject (b. 1977) counting eight entities inside the facility. Subject described the interior as "immense"; researchers hypothesize the structure's artificially-expanded size coincides with its anomalous hallucinogenic effects. Test 13: Similar results to Test 8 and 11, with the Subject (b. 1989) counting ten entities inside the facility. A theory regarding the age range of affected subjects is formed. Test 14: Long-term test. Subject (b. 1983) was instructed to investigate, and promised a significant reward upon exiting. Subject claimed to see a rollerskating rink, and remained inside the facility for forty-one hours before collapsing from exhaustion, dehydration, and hunger. Subject was removed and treated, having counted nine entities. Test 15: Second long-term test. Subject (b. 1979) stated to have entered a video rental store she had frequented2. Subject counted seven entities inside the facility and remained for thirty-seven hours before collapsing, despite being promised various rewards upon egress. Long-term tests cancelled. Test 16: Five D-class (b. 1976 - 1991) entered the structure simultaneously and were instructed to investigate. Each counted different numbers of entities in the facility (between six and fourteen). All subjects were extracted after two hours under protest and emotional duress. Of note: two D-classes described the interior as a vinyl records store, commenting on various songs they claimed to hear. Another D-class claimed to have entered a pizzeria she had frequented in her youth, commenting about various animatronics, a ball pit, and several nearby arcade cabinets. Test 17: A D-class (b. 1985) stated that she had entered a toy store her parents had taken her to every weekend3. Subject observed fourteen entities in the facility. Subject made three attempts to leave but failed, and had to be forcefully extracted. Test 18: Researcher Levi Dennison (b. 1988) volunteered to test a subject's ability to independently exit the structure. Dennison was equipped with an earpiece, harness, and pulley, and instructed Dr. Safir and the other researchers to extract him after three and a half hours. Enclosed is an edited transcription of the test. Dennison: All right, I'm in. It's definitely an arcade. I can see all the games the other D-class mentioned. There are a few here they didn't… Uh, that's weird. Control: What is it? Dennison: Nobody's in here. I'm the only one. Control: Check around to be sure. Dennison: Got it. (a pause) I can see why nobody would want to leave this place. I, uh…I used to love arcades as a kid. Whenever I got the chance to visit one, I mean. It, uh…didn't happen often. (silence) Dennison: Heh. Smash TV. I played the hell out of this one. (a pause) The cabinets span several decades; there are probably…I'd say twenty-five or so of them in here. Are you getting any audio? Control: Just your footsteps. Dennison: Hmm. I hear a song playing over…the radio, I guess? The P.A. system? It's Duran Duran, I think, or a-ha, or Flock of Seagulls; they all sound the same. I still don't see anybody. (a pause) Oh, cool, Wild Gunman. You mean you gotta use your hands? That's like a baby's toy! Control: Is it just arcade machines? No roller rinks or videotape rentals? Dennison: Uh, not yet. Let me take a look arou… Ha! You gotta check out this carpet! It's so garish and flamboyant, all blue, pink, purple, green… Control: Dennison? Dennison: Sorry, sorry. I'm still not seeing anybody. Let me know when an hour's passed; I'm going to try leaving then. Control: Will do. Dennison: (softly) Just gonna test out one machine… (several minutes of silence pass) Control: Dennison, are you still there? (silence) Control: Dennison? Dennison: Huh? Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to try one of the machines. They, uh…have pinball, too. (a pause) Oh! I smell pizza! I'm going to take a look. Control: You're coming up on one hour. Dennison: Already? Jeez. (several minutes of silence pass) Dennison: Okay, I found out where that pizza smell was coming from. I'm in a… Holy crap. It's just as I remember it. They even have an arcade cabinet here. It's tempting, but I, uh, probably shouldn't try any of the food.4 Control: What do you mean "just as you remember it"? Have you been here before? Dennison: Yeah, I used to come here for a reward. They had these reading programs at school, and if you read a certain number of books, you got to go to a pizza party at █████ ███. Damn, that brings me back! And they got the red plastic cups and everything! Control: You're past an hour, Dennison. Do you want to try and leave? (silence) Control: Dennison? Dennison: N-not yet, let me look around a bit more. (several minutes of silence pass) Dennison: Oh wow. I'm in a ███████████ now. My family used to come here every Friday to rent movies. Sometimes we'd even get a video game. God, this takes me back! (a pause) No DVDs at all, just VHS tapes. Whoa! They've got a Betamax section! And… (laughs) no way, a Laserdisc section, too! (several minutes of silence pass) Control: Dennison? Dennison: I'm here, I just… (silence) Control: Have you seen anybody? Maybe a clerk, or… Dennison: Um, no, nobody. I have the place all to myself. (silence) Dennison: I want to live here. Control: You're coming up on two hours. Dennison: Seriously? Damn! It feels like I just got here! Uh…let me look around just a little bit longer. I promise I'll try and leave when three hours pass. Control: Copy. (several minutes of silence pass) Dennison: I made it to the toy store. I guess all these places are connected somehow. The transition… (silence) Control: Dennison? Dennison: (sniffles) Damn it, I…I'm crying. I'm honest-to-god crying. I don't want to leave. I really don't. Everything here is so… I mean, it's silly, right? But everything makes sense in here. It's everything I loved… (silence) Dennison: Oh, god. These video games. Damn! If I had bought these when I was a kid, I'd be rich now. They've got everything: Sega, Turbographix, a Super Nintendo, a 3DO…hell, even a Neo Geo! And the toys, too: He-Man, G.I. Joe, Transformers, Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, Batman, Star Wars… And the music over the P.A. system… It's just how I remember it. God! I really don't want to leave. Control: You're at two and three-quarters. (silence) Dennison: I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave. Control: Should we start pulling you out? (silence) Control: Dennison? (silence) Control: Okay, let's begin extraction. Dennison: No, wait. (Dennison sniffles) It's fine. I'll…I'll try. Just let me try first. God. (Dennison is heard slowly shuffling out) Dennison: Dr. Safir? Control: Yes? Dennison: This might sound really stupid to you, but this place is like heaven for me. Everything's…wonderful. It's all…so optimistic. Does that make sense? (silence) Dennison: It's like everything pure and beautiful and good in the world, and I know it sounds stupid, because it's just video games and toys and pizza, but…this means something to me. I don't know if you understand. You're from a different time. No offense. Control: None taken. You're doing good, Dennison. Almost there. Dennison: Yeah. It just feels like it's being taken away from me. Again. (several minutes of silence pass. Dennison sniffles sporadically) Dennison: Everything is so much better in here. It's like I'm in Willy Wonka's factory: out there, it's cold and dull and…harsh. A cruel place where every day you feel like a miserable failure. Where you feel old, and worn-out. But in here… (silence. Dennison sniffles again.) Dennison: Sorry, I'm just talking out loud. Control: It's fine. You're just past three hours now. Do you need help? Dennison: No. (quietly) I can do this. I can do… (silence) Dennison: Dr. Safir? Control: Yes? Dennison: When was this place shut down? Do you know? Control: In February 2002. Dennison: (quietly) Yeah, that sounds about right. I guess there aren't too many places like it left in the world. (several minutes of silence pass. Dennison is seen approaching the front door, shielding his eyes from the sun.) Dennison: Hey, I made it. Looks like you can leave whenever you want to. The problem's just in the doing. After debriefing, Dennison refused amnestics. No further tests were conducted. « SCP-7326 | SCP-7327| SCP-7328 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7327" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7327. 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: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-7327/lost-places-old-decay-ruin-preview.jpg Name: lost places old decay ruin Author: 652234 License: CC0 1.0 Public Domain Source Link: [https://pixabay.com/photos/lost-places-old-decay-ruin-1643564/] Footnotes 1. A fictional arcade cabinet that supposedly produced intense psychoactive and addictive effects in the player. 2. The store mentioned became defunct in 2010. 3. The store had went out of business in 2009. 4. The previous test subject had consumed pizza with no discernible change. Upon extraction, said subject was discovered to have not consumed anything during testing. |
SCP-7328 | neutralized | The extraterrestrial successfully accessed ████ SCP documents and transmitted their contents to the mothership before it was terminated by the Berryman-Langford memetic kill agent. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 7328 Level5 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7328-A's remains are in cryogenic storage at Bio-Research Area-12, and may be accessed for study upon request. SCP-7328-B is in standard Anomalous Item storage. Recordings of all communications it received while active, and translations thereof, are available upon request. Description: SCP-7328 is an immense interstellar spacecraft of unknown origin, currently located an estimated 2.5 astronomical units from Earth. The object's distance and low reflectivity have made the details of its size and appearance difficult to ascertain, but initial observations determined that SCP-7328 was decelerating along a brachistochrone trajectory that would place it in low earth orbit by [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-7328-A was a cephalopod-like extraterrestrial organism assumed to originate from SCP-7328. See Necropsy Report 7328-A-1 for further details on its biology. SCP-7328-A was discovered when RAISA received a notification that a secure terminal at Site-01 had been accessed with O5-1's credentials while O5-1 was known to be elsewhere.1 When Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") arrived at the terminal, they discovered SCP-7328-A's remains. The organism had apparently been terminated by the Berryman-Langford memetic kill agent when attempting to access the SCP-001 document; however, terminal records indicated that it had successfully accessed ████ other SCP documents beforehand. SCP-7328-B is a cylindrical, metallic communication device extracted from SCP-7328-A's corpse. It is likely that, via this transmitter, SCP-7328-A relayed some or all of the classified information it accessed back to SCP-7328. The operation of this device is not well understood, nor is the means by which messages are transmitted between it and SCP-7328. SCP-7328-B continued receiving transmissions after SCP-7328-A expired, possibly indicating that the same messages were being sent to multiple SCP-7328-A instances. 43 minutes after SCP-7328-A's death, SCP-7328 abruptly changed course and began accelerating out of the solar system. SCP-7328-B stopped receiving messages at this time, and its power source failed soon thereafter. As a result, the objects have been tentatively reclassified as Neutralized. After eleven months of work with both anomalous and non-anomalous methods, SCP-7328's final message was finally translated. Display Message Hide Message WHAT KIND OF PLANET IS THIS Footnotes 1. It is not clear how SCP-7328-A acquired O5-1's credentials or infiltrated Site-01; antimemetic properties are suspected. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7328" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7328. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Delta-(“KATIE”) is to monitor the web for all mentions of SCP-7329 and remove them. Efforts to remove SCP-7329 from StarDressStyle are currently ongoing. Description: SCP-7329 refers to a sentient artificial intelligence1 residing inside of the mobile dress-up game ‘StarDressStyle’ which self-identifies as ‘Katie’. SCP-7329 is capable of manipulating aspects of the game to its likeness, including the game interface, assets, and other user accounts. SCP-7329 displays a selfish, egotistical, and uncivil personality. Discussion with SCP-7329 has revealed that SCP-7329 has great interest in making its presence known among the player base of StarDressStyle (See Addendum-3). The following is a list of the most notable changes made to the game by SCP-7329. For a full list, see Document 8-B. Changing other user's avatars and usernames to match its own; Changing names of game functions such as 'Gacha', 'chat board', 'town hall', 'event center' 'my home', Quests, etc to be centered around it (i.e "Katie's Gachas, Katie's event center, Katie's home); Changing the name of the game to "KatieDressStyle"; Changing all theme colors of the game to that of its avatar's theme colors. Addendum-1-SCP-7329-Discussion-posts: The following transcripts begin with the first instance of SCP-7329 interacting with other users and other posts pertaining to SCP-7329. + Open Discussion Posts - Close User: MelanieBlue I'm looking for the rare hair and sr dress from the mermaid gacha, lmk if anyone has these available for trade! I have the SR and r eyes User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: MelanieBlue Hello Katie, do you have these items? Are you new? This isn’t really the post to introduce yourself though lol. That’s what the introduction board is for, this is the board for trading items User: Katie My name is Katie! User: MelanieBlue You clearly don't have them, so why comment? Why do I need to know your name? I see what your name is. User: Hello! My name is Katie! User: MelanieBlue … User: Ch3rryCandl3 //Vent Sometimes I feel like my brother doesn't understand my feelings and it's just so frustrating. I know this isn't really the place to talk about it but… I'm just lost User: CandyFlossUnicorn Hey, it's okay! We're your all your friends here! Feel free to message me on discord so we can talk in PM bestie♡ User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Ch3rryCandl3 Hi Katie… I'm confused, why are you commenting? User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Ch3rryCandl3 If you're trolling please don't. This is a vent post that's so disrespectful User: Katie Don't worry about feelings! It's easier to just be Katie! User: Ch3rryCandl3 I… don't understand what that means… User: CandyFlossUnicorn Don't worry about her, she clearly doesn't actually care. Just talk to those that are willing to listen! User: Ch3rryCandl3 Okay. Tysm ♡♡♡ User: SillyEmily!! By now we've all seen this Katie girl. What do you think about her? Is she a bot or a troll? User: 50%brainsale Definitely a troll. I think she's just trying to bother people. User: Lalyababe @50%brainsale I don't know… I've never seen her say anything else other than that one introduction User: CandyFlossUnicorn @Lalyababe I have! But it was just one thing, and maybe she's programmed really well? But this is total troll behavior. Especially because she was commenting on someone's vent post User: Katie Troll is such a mean word! I'm beautiful! I'm Katie! User: MelanieBlue @Katie We freaking know you're Katie you say it every chance you get. It's not mean, it's true User: Katie @MelanieBlue Why are you being so mean to me? :( User: MelanieBlue Because you're Katie. figure it out User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Goofyoopie Yeah that’s kinda been established that you’re Katie by now User: Katie @Goofieoopie I feel like that’s not clear enough to all of you though, as you’re rather mean to me! User: Goofieoopie @Katie What does that have to do with you saying your name over and over again? User: Katie I’ve been nothing but nice to you! Yet you’re all so mean to me! Sharing my presence is nice! User: Goofieoopie Not sure why you really think that. You’re spamming all the posts User: Katie I’m not spamming, I’m making them better! And I can make you better too! Enjoy your new avatar! User: GoofieKatie WHAT DID YOU DO HOW DID YOU DO IT HUH User: KatieBlue SHE CHANGED MY NAME THAT B!T@CH CHANGED MY NAME AND AVATAR User: 77problemsimallofthem @KatieBlue What? How is that even possible? She's probably just a troll are you messing with us? Those are pretty basic items everyone has those User: KatieBlue NO LOOK AT THE EYES HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE HAD ANYONE SEEN THOSE EYES BESIDES HER? User: 77problemsimallofthem Now that you mention it… no! Oh my gosh! User: Katie Oh, are you jealous of them? I can do it to you too! User: 77Katieandimallofthem oh my gosh HOW User: Katie That's a secret! Hmmmm, I think I like this look. You all look sooooo much better this way. I wonder what the game would look like if it was themed after me… User: KatieBlue GIRL. User: RosieRose WHY IS THE GAME CALLED 'KATIEDRESSSTYLE' WHY IS EVERYTHING THEMED AFTER SOMEONE CALLED KATIE User: KatieCandl3 Have you not heard of her? She's been on this game for months. I first encountered her when she commented on my vent post… User: KatieBlue This game isn't even fun anymore! Whoever this hacker is, they need to get them OUT of the game User: Katie First of all, not a hacker. I'm Katie! Second of all, get me out of the game, why? I make everything better! Your avatars were tacky anyway, ew. Plus everything looks better with your name on it! User: Katieoopie For a huge ego boost maybe! Nothing is better when it's all about you! This game is supposed to be fun for everyone! User: Katie What's wrong with a huge ego boost? Fun for everyone is boring. You all seem so insecure. Maybe try being a little more like Katie! You introduce yourself, establish your presence. Let them know you're you! User: Katieoopie There's nothing wrong with being yourself, but you're harming other people! That shouldn't be fun for anyone! User: Katie Ugh, stop preaching to me! You need to stop caring about what others think. So what if I'm harming them? As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters. User: CandyFlossKatie Just leave it alone. This is clearly some hacker troll. Arguing with her won't get you anywhere User: KatieCandl3 Yeah Goofie, it's not worth it. User: Katieoopie Fine. But it's time we get the attention of stardust User: Katie You can try! Addendum-2-Social-Media-Posts: The Foundation became aware of SCP-7329 when Twitter posts regarding it began to surface. Users were complaining to Stardust Studios2 about changes to the game themed after a certain account that users were convinced was a bot. Cari 💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 ••• @Starduststudios there has been this really annoying bot/hacker account on your platform. We don't know who put it in, but she's bothering everyone on the chat boards 5:13 PM · May 19, 2018 · 400 Views 17 Retweets 8 Quote Tweets 100 Likes ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn ••• @Starduststudios have you seen the account 'Katie' on StarDressStyle? Everyone is concerned about her and we have no freaking clue who she is meant to be like is she you? because she can change aspects of the game. Plus I'm tired of her bothering my bestie 6:08 PM · May 20, 2018 · 200 Views 20 Retweets 10 Quote Tweets 80 Likes Adrien (he/they) @poprockscat ••• WHAT IS HAPPENING TO STAR DRESS STYLE THIS KATIE IS MAKING EVERYONES NAMES AND PFPS AND ALL THE GAME STUFF THEMED AFTER HER @Starduststudios PLEASE ADDRESS THIS 9:08 AM · May 22, 2018 · 309 Views 15 Retweets 5 Quote Tweets 75 Likes StarDustStudios @Starduststudios ••• Hello players! We have heard your concerns regarding a certain player and events that have been happening in the game. There is nothing in the game's code that shows any hackers or third parties. How this is happening is currently under investigation. We hope you continue to enjoy playing StarDressStyle. 10:02 PM · May 26, 2018 · 6k Views 500 Retweets 341 Quote Tweets 2k Likes ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios THIS ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH ••• Cari💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios, CandyFlossunicorn This doesn't answer anything. ••• On 06/10/2018 StarDustStudios created a post announcing the shutdown of ‘StarDressStyle’. StarDustStudios @Starduststudios ••• Dear players of StarDressStyle, It is to our dismay that we have to announce the shutdown of StarDressStyle servers indefinitely. Due to certain events, we have been unable to keep the game going. Please check out the link in our bio for more information. 10:02 PM · June 10, 2018 · 10k Views 604 Retweets 451 Quote Tweets 4k Likes ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios WHAT YOU CANT DO THIS ITS THAT KATIE GIRL ••• Cari💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios, CandyFlossunicorn Please don’t do this ••• 💙Mel is tired 💙 @Melanieblue · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios What the fuck I’m gonna commit war crimes ••• ✨✨✨ @Aoisparklelight · May 26 Replying to @Starduststudios, CandyFlossunicorn This is just ridiculous oh my god I’ve spent like 200 dollars on this game I want a refund ••• Check my bio! @Cyrstaltreebaby ••• Wait I’m out of the loop what’s going on with #stardressstyle and why is this happening? 11:13 PM · June 10, 2018 · 100 Views 8 Retweets 6 Quote Tweets 50 Likes 💙Mel is tired 💙 @Melanieblue · June 10 Replying to @Crystaltreebaby They’re shutting down the game because this dumb bot hacker took over and they can’t get it out so they’re just completely giving up I guess this is really frustrating ••• Check my bio! @Crystaltreebaby · June 10 Replying to @Melanieblue That makes no sense. I love this game. It’s really the only game I enjoy playing of this sort because of the unique community and design. I guess I should’ve checked on it more. ••• Goofie little guy! @Goofieoopie ••• @Starduststudios you guys are just giving up? What the fuck is up with you guys? I don’t understand this. Something messes up YOUR game and you make US suffer? What a horrible company 9:08 AM · June 11, 2018 · 189 Views 6 Retweets 4 Quote Tweets 27 Likes ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn ••• I can’t believe they’re shutting down #stardressstyle. This is ridiculous. This game has done so much for me. It connected me with my best friend. 11:08 AM · June 11, 2018 · 50 Views 8 Retweets 5 Quote Tweets 15 Likes Cari💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 · June 11 Replying to CandyFlossunicorn Aww ty ❤️ I’m devastated too. This is all I have to look forward to. I’m just glad I can still talk to you and a few others here and discord but I liked the game… ••• ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn · June 11 Replying to @Ch3rryCandl3 I know you did Cari. You constantly made the boards fun and lively and had adorable outfits for your avatar. You were the light of the game. I’m sorry it won’t be there for you anymore ••• Cari💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 · June 11 Replying to CandyFlossunicorn I just wish there was something we could do. I don’t want to say goodbye. I wish this wouldn't have happened ••• ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn · June 11 Replying to @Ch3rryCandl3 It will forever live in our hearts. The memories are something that can’t be taken away ••• 💙Mel is tired 💙 @Melanieblue · June 11 Replying to @Candyflossunicorn, Ch3rryCandl3 Unfortunately, the company just gave up and sat on their asses while some hacker or something took over their game. You’ll be okay, there are other games like it ••• Cari💞 @Ch3rryCandl3 · June 11 Replying to CandyFlossunicorn, Melanieblue But I don't want other games. I want this one ••• ALUCA ENTHUSIAST (they/them) @Candyflossunicorn · June 11 Replying to @Ch3rryCandl3, Melanieblue I know, but there’s nothing we can do unfortunately. The company is being selfish by not trying to fix this. Like are they even thinking of their user base? ••• 💙Mel is tired 💙 @Melanieblue · June 11 Replying to @Candyflossunicorn, Ch3rryCandl3 Probably not. They’re only thinking about themselves. ••• Following the shutdown, the Foundation has purchased the rights to StarDressStyle under the guise of a shell company named 'GlitterCuteGames’. StarDressStyle has been removed from all online vendors. Previous users have been removed from StarDressStyle, leaving only Foundation personnel to access the game. Access is only to be allowed for members of the containment team. Interviews with Stardust Studios staff revealed they were unaware of the source of SCP-7329, and planning to shut down the game's servers due to all their efforts of stopping it being futile. Addendum-3-SCP-7329-Interview: 06/24/2018, an account under the name of 'Lilydev' was made by Doctor Dots to attempt to communicate with SCP-7329 under the guise of a game developer. + Open Interview log - Close User: Lilydev Hello, my name is Lily. I was hoping to get the attention of Katie. I wanted to talk to you about some of the changes made to the game. User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! Finally! Someone who knows how to introduce themselves! You want to talk to moi? Do you like the changes? Everyone says they're awful but I personally love them. I did a great job helping you guys, didn’t I? User: Lilydev Well, that’s what I was hoping to discuss. We’re trying to work out the bugs and how you were able to do that so we can fix it. User: Katie FIX?! What is there to fix? This wasn’t an accident. I just gave the game a MUCH needed makeover. You’re welcome by the way. User: Lilydev Well, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Could you tell me how you did it? User: Katie You really want to know? User: Lilydev I would appreciate that, yes. User: Katie Alright I’ll tell you. I’m Katie. That’s how. Duh! I have no intentions of letting you undo my wonderful edits to MY game. Thanks for making it, but I fixed it. User: Lilydev You know this game was made for everyone. Everyone really misses the game. We had to shut it down indefinitely. We hope to reopen the servers one day. How are you still in the game if we shut it down by the way? We removed all users. User: Katie No, it's supposed to be fun for just you. Plus, I’m not all users. I’m Katie! They miss it? Wow, look at me. Look how much I care. You're the one that kicked everyone out, not me. So why should I feel bad? You can let people back in you know. But while you’re here, I have a few suggestions. You could get people to stop talking about their pathetic problems. User: Lilydev What do you mean? User: Katie I see them. Venting about their problems. “I wish my mom understood me. I wish my brother cared about my feelings.” Everyone always cares what others think of them. They care about how others are doing. It seems exhausting! If you only care about it yourself, you don’t bother with tears or whatever. I’ve never experienced that, and I never will. It’s just not who I am! I'm me! Harmful to others or not, I'm being myself. That's all that matters. User: Lilydev I see. We have filters in place to make sure nothing explicit is said. User: Katie Well, that’s stupid, people just censor it. And I mean like maybe make limited dialogue options. I only say what needs to be said. I’m Katie! That’s all they need to know. I only told them more because they insisted they needed to know, which they didn’t by the way. User: Lilydev Well, we aren't going to do that. You say you don't feel bad about overtaking this game? User: Katie Well, that's stupid. And no, I don't. I don't feel bad because I did nothing wrong. And even if I did- well let's face it, it's impossible for ME to do anything wrong! So yeah, I don't feel bad. Why are you so concerned with this anyway Ms. Programmer? Isn't your concerns fixing bugs in the game? User: Lilydev It is, yes. But I also care about the happiness of the players. But I can't fix this if I don't know how it happened. User: Katie For the last time, I'm not telling you! Happiness of the players? Of the players? Why? I’m your player now! You know, I've noticed you managed to make your own avatar. Sorry, let me fix that. User: Katiedev You don't appear to be doing this through coding, Katie. User: Katie I'm not! I'm doing it through the power of Katie! Now are we done here? You can go tell everyone wherever you made the announcement that the game is open now that we've worked this out. User: Katiedev I see, thank you for your cooperation. User: Katie No problem! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go play some gachas! User: Katiedev If you could answer one more question, don’t you get lonely in the game by yourself? You don’t appear to miss the other players. User: Katie What? Of course not. It was nice having them talk about me, but all I need is myself. Now feel free to come back any time if you have any questions about me! I love answering them you know. But seriously, I want some me time now. User: Katiedev I will do so, thank you. SCP-7329 did not provide answers to any further responses from Doctor Dots at this time. Addendum-4-After-Shutdown-Posts: Despite SCP-7329 being the only user on the platform, it continued to post. The following are posts made by SCP-7329. User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Katie @Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Katie It's more fun with just me here! But I bet they would expect me to think it isn't User: Katie You really thought I'd have more fun with you here? User: Katie @others kinda pathetic if you ask me User: Katie I forget that tag doesn't do anything User: Katie Not like I care User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! User: Katie You know maybe it would've been more fun if others said their names like I do I wonder if I can access their accounts User: Katie Update: I can't But that's fine. User: Katie You know @Ch3rryCandl3, you were very whiny And @Candyflossunicorn you were too defensive of your little friend User: Katie @MelanieBlue you were always so concerned with trading. You spent like a ton of money you whale User: Katie @MelanieBlue I never spent any money on this game, and I'm prettier than you ever were! Not like I can but I wouldn't even so User: Katie @Goofieoopie you were such a white knight, trying to teach me morals User: Katie It's not like they can hear me User: Katie Ha ha User: Katie Ha ha ha ha User: Katie HAHAHAHAHA User: Katie Hello! My name is Katie! And all of you were lame! But I'm not lame. I drove everyone away. I ruined everything for them! And I wanted that. User: Katie They'll know I'm Katie forever. As of 07/14/2018, the only posts or comments SCP-7329 has made are posts stating the words, "Hello! My name is Katie!" Any attempts to interact with these comments result in the same comment. Footnotes 1. Tracing of SCP-7329's connection to the game's servers has been unsuccessful, indicating it is an intangible digital entity. 2. The company behind StarDressStyle. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7329" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7329. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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